#i am pleased

[dear-ao3]

someone in front of us on the train is watching drive to survive

[itsanidiom]

God Sunset x Vibes is SO CORNY AND SWEET I am utterly flabbergasted by how much I love it like thank you for giving MosBank something THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE of fucking Big Dragon

[ziskeyt]

i've been playing botw since around like 2020? maybe 2021 i'm not sure i know i was living where i am now when i started playing, so 2020 at the earliest. anyway so maybe 4 years of this game and for the first time ever i have completed the second round of the master sword trials! and i only had to restart that round once before i beat it today! haha!! i am not doing the third right now, my elbow pain flared back up so i'm done with controller. but it was nice to do, it's the only quest i haven't completed in the game and i'm a bit better of a player than i was a few years ago. not a great player, mind you. my biggest weakness is still just, blowing myself up with my own bombs. but!!!! i prevailed. master sword is slightly stronger now. i would like to know what the stats are for the totk master sword cause i am still not convinced it is stronger than botw's master sword after the trials, and it should absolutely be if it was swathed in holy power for millenia or whatever.

[salfishersimp2]

Child of the prophecy bulshit

The prophecy says a blue eyed child will kill god

You dont need to be a child

You dont need to be blue eyed

It doesnt have to be a god to others

As long as divinity is what you see

Even if you dont

You can avoid it but

You cant stop it

If you were to kill youserlf in this very moment another woudl take your place

[luck-and-larceny]

YAY! We got em! And as a bonus bit of cuteness:

The description says you saved the lil guy. <3

[napping-sapphic]

HAIR IS CUT QUICK SOMEONE COME RUN THEIR HANDS THROUGH IT

[ende-requiem]

*rotates you rudely*

WHAT THE HELL

[aqueenvictorious]

Split pea soup is never the most attractive of meals, but it *is* delicious. And! Leftovers fit perfectly in this jar my mom gave me.

[deadwrites]

Instead of writing ch21, I started writing book III, chapter I. I do love a bad arc.

The man next to him had fallen asleep an hour past. Grey hadn’t. As the snoring started in earnest, Grey slipped out of the man’s bed, managing to not make a sound. His stomach clenched with hunger as he looked at the man—some kind of mixed species with a vague resemblance to a Vhevvul. He pushed the urge down, blinking ribbons from his eyes.

Grey wobbled, inspecting the room, ignoring his nudeness. A small blue crystalline light in the corner illuminated a strange tank filled with ugly fish. He peered at it, flicking the glass and making the lethargic creatures inside scatter.

The room itself was a mess; the man was some kind of orestripper or smuggler or trader or laborer, Grey hadn’t really cared to find out at the tavern and still didn’t care, but it meant that the space was disorganized and covered in a layer of worker’s dust. Grey surveyed the space, ignoring the feeling of lubricant drying tacky between his cheeks. A moment, two, then he fumbled over to the bathroom, glancing at the bed—no movement—before rifling through the cabinet there. Ointment, wraps, condoms—Grey snorted at that. They certainly hadn’t used those when they’d fucked. He ached—his ass hadn’t been stretched enough, with the alcohol having cut the edge of the pain enough that he hadn’t noticed or really cared. Now, his lower back protested. Grey ignored it, rifling further until—there. A small wax paper sachet of pills.

Grey rattled a couple out before swallowing them dry, pocketing the rest. Then he went back into the main room, pulling on his pants, buckling them at the waist. Then he rifled through the man’s side table, taking a packet of midvein and a small cigarette case of rolled cigarettes and gresh. He bent down, shoving his feet clumsily into his boots, not bothering with his socks and instead picking up a side bag from a hanger by the door—good enough—and shoving a couple pairs from the man’s dresser into it, as well as the coin purse from the man’s discarded workman’s pants. He left a few coin on the side table, because he wasn’t a monster. Then, Grey pulled on the rest of his clothes, swiping the half-drunk bottle of harsh liquor from the small kitchen counter before closing the apartment door behind him.

He didn’t bother being quiet as he descended the stairs, laughing a bit as he stumbled on the last couple steps, drinking straight from the mouth of the bottle.

The alley where the staircase spit him out was dark, but the main street was lit in a holiday mood. The small orestripper planet was in its month of celebration, something to do with a god of metal and perversion, and Grey was taking advantage of the relveries as much as anyone else. Soon enough, he figured he’d start working on the next on his list, but for now, Grey had time enough for a break. Plus, the eternal party was quite pleasant.

He took a piss on shaky legs next to a crate filled with pulped paper and cig butts—obviously somebody’s smoking spot. Then, unsteady, he made his way to the main street.

The people there were laborers, probably destined to be crushed by machines or crushed by life or maybe both if they were exceptionally unlucky and Grey couldn’t help but pity them, how fucking pathetic, being stuck in their rattraps and willfully staying there.

Fuck, he took a shallow breath, realizing he couldn’t feel his lungs and that his gums were tingly. The pills were kicking in. He took another swig.

The people were laughing and shouting and crying out, clogging the street. Lights flashed and glittered and droned, and he couldn’t help but flinch at an exceptionally loud clatter—a drum, he realized, accompanied by jaunty music from an open corner cafe. Everything stayed open for the whole day and night except for an hour of rest at The sun’s zenith. There were tents and carts positioned along the road, hawkers selling fried food and candied nuts and budding velvet nightvine flowers and homemade brews sweetened with honey and pepper. There was a cart selling gaudy masks and fake-jeweled fans and Grey bought a mask and stole a fan with the other hand, smiling at the seller as he did it before turning back to the crowd.

Thelsey had told him about these types of festivals, about how he’d grow dead-dog-tired by the end of them. Grey hated that, thinking of Thelsey, because fuck the man for ever talking to him in the first place, fuck them all.

Instead, Grey reached into his pocket and pulled out a gresh roll and lit it on a paper lantern. His stomach clenched hungrily as he pocketed the fan and put on the mask and bumped into a giggling group of women clad in hand-dyed reds and pinks and yellows, palming a leather coin purse off one with a muttered apology.

Then he was off, weaving through the crowd as the colors took on brighter shades and the world around him slowed like molasses and fever, his throat closing on a breath so he took another pull to feel the burn strip it raw.

The next street over, he stumbled into an alley, draining the rest of the bottle before tossing it and vindictively smiling at the shatter of glass on cobblestone. It made his ears twitch and his teeth grind and his stomach twisted again with hunger and he thought of ribbons and instead bit the tail-end of the gresh roll between his teeth and undid the lace binding the purse closed and counted the coin inside before shoving it into his stolen bag. Certainly enough for food, paired with the man’s.

A couple blocks over he found a rust-rotted building with a tavern on the first floor and a small kitchen on the second with seating on the rooftop that gave a good view of the factory smokestacks cast in shadows against the planet’s giant, arching ring. He bought a plate of something meaty and dripping and took a spare seat, hands fumbling, stiff, as he tried to use the chopsticks before finally squinting and spearing the food on his nails and eating it hunched over.

By the time the sun rose, Grey was in a cafe drinking a cup of unsweetened grounds and staring intently at a pilfered tablet he’d swiped off some drunken asshole a tenday previous. It had been easy enough to recalibrate, and now he was intently scrolling through newsfeeds.

[melanodis]

long hair nef anyo is REAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL.......

[stardustandash]

lol for only starting my halloween fic/final whumptober fic an hour and a half ago, i fucking love it

[thesassywitchofthenortheast]

I think I’ve finally curated the perfect fluffy chenford writing playlist 💘

[twig-tea]

The La Pluie finale had everything:

The Perfect Confession

Ok listen I am not one for nonconsensual public confession but know your audience, Tien is a perpetually invisible middle child who is not afraid of public attention and he is a film major, Lomfon making him a film to illustrate his feelings got me emotional, and him then also saying them out loud!! Because my boy learns from his own and others' mistakes, yesssss.

The Perfect Apology

I was so ready for Tai to suffer from the bed of his own making this episode, and I was not sure four days of searching was going to be enough. But that apology was PERFECT. He apologized first, he explained exactly what he did wrong, and he fixed it by saying his feelings aloud, finally! I was braced for the show to let him get away with not saying it, but he did. AND the show did us one better by giving us the explanation that he was parroting his parents' bullshit, which is such a real thing and it is difficult to catch yourself doing it, so the fact that he recognized it displayed his growth before the apology too. Just, all around this was so perfectly constructed and I was so pleased. Hell yes.

Surprise Sapphics

Listen, I am always here for more women loving women. Always. And LBR it's only a surprise that we actually got Dream and Nara confirmed because I know many of us were already shipping them.

Confirmation of Other Side Pairs

IDK if anyone else was rooting for the other vet techs than me, but they shared coffee so they're married in my head now I don't make the rules.

Best Brothers Being Best

Honestly Tien could have just said "unfuck it" to Tai again in that phone call and it would have rolled up to the same thing lol I really do love how their relationship was rock solid through this entire show, even when romance was potentially a threat. They have such a good sibling dynamic, one of the best I've seen in any show, and it makes me happy whenever Tien and Tai interact.

It also had a few things that I didn't love:

Awkward Logistics

This is maybe not a big deal because Tai is a writer but he works in a job that requires him to be in the office at least occasionally and Patts just started setting up a new vet clinic in Chiang Mai. Is Tai going to leave his friends and family to work remotely and live in Chiang Mai with Patts? Are they going to have to work out their relationship anew long distance? This is going to suck a little bit, and the adult in me could not help but notice and have it damper my joy. That being said, it was something Patts said he was thinking about for awhile so maybe it's something that would have come up anyway in future.

Patts Now Believes in Soulmates

Honestly, this was the biggest damper for me and I wish they hadn't included it (but maybe they had to for the sequel, IDK). Patts originally was willing to try with Nara because he didn't think the soulmate thing could dictate his emotions and he loved her, but she would not believe him. He also was willing to try with Tai before realizing that they were soulmates. And he told Tai that he would have wanted to try a relationship with him whether or not they were soulmates. So why now are we told that he suddenly thinks he can only love his soulmate for the rest of his life? This is not just anti-narrative, but anti-Patts' previous statements. I get that he was hurting and predisposed to be melodramatic in that moment, but it was a weird statement to include.

Bow's Throwaway Het Happy Ending

Not to be heterophobic but where is her cute Northern girlie who Tumblr convinced me she was dating? Bow deserves better imho

Tien's Turn for Drama

I KNEW this was going to happen! They spent too much time making it a big deal that Tai was the only sibling with hearing loss during rain. I just want my best boy to be happy for five minutes! Considering these characters, and what Tien's already said about what he would do if given this choice, I could see this plot being interesting. Especially because Tien had to suffer, now it's Lomfon's turn, maybe. But still, just let me have this cuteness for a little longer, show!

But all of that is relatively minor and honestly what we got was so good I can forgive and forget all of it.

TL; DR La Pluie stuck the landing and I could not be more pleased!

[floort]

Spent my free time adding most of the background music from Spongebob to my playlist

[autistic-fuckwad]

Kept my boyfriend up all night and now I'm sad he's not awake to hang out with me.

[kyrienne]

I love how Joshua’s head snaps to Jill here when Clive talks about the danger of taking an eikon.