#i don't exactly write about it a lot

[biskael]

ohhh you have anon on, now i get to ask an important question for quilge

what kind of alcohol do you like? hard liquor, something lighter, or drinks that match you (fruity)

A QUESTION HE , NEVERTHELESS , APPRECIATED . albeit one he hadn't expected , exactly . harmless . the jailer props his leg atop the other , his heeled foot swaying lightly . " i would drink just about any spirit , in truth . something darker & stronger is what I usually prefer . german white wine is something I have a preference for , for anything lighter or aromatic . red wine is also very good . beer & ale ... now , that's only occasionally . hot cider & mead ... for the more autumnal & frigid seasons .

bitter , savory , sharp . those are flavors I enjoy the most , however . "

[lazylittledragon]

ok someone please correct me if i'm wrong but am i weird for thinking those 'audiobooks don't count as reading' posts are ableist as fuck????

[callisteios]

I have a new uquiz for you, go on a pilgrimage with me. discover who you are.

[chiropteracupola]

granby + iskierka + keynes

[sysig]

Obviously I had to make it a thing (Patreon)

Spoilers for Handplates! Make sure you’re all caught up before continuing!

I ended up scene-picking around the timeline at pretty-much-random, whatever I thought fit the lyrics the best in the moment of blinding inspiration (lol), but now that I’ve got the basics down to paper, I think I’d more carefully choose in mostly-chronological order. That also means some would have to be cut, so I want to show them off here! :D I also drew them all from memory so if there’s inconsistencies, that’s why lol

For example this is one of the very early lyrics, but the events take place well down the timeline! I’m sure I can find a good stand in - mostly I just wanted to draw Papyrus from this scene, ugh I love him ♥ And the lyrics do fit!

Looking back to Sans for reassurance haha. I changed a few of the lyrics to be more Papyrus-specific -

- also featured here! He’s got the Gaster pose going on here hehe, and cutting around in time of him in Snowdin and also back at Asgore’s, him reassuring Asgore about Sans’ HP is so cute, I had to make reference to it haha

Happiest little sibling spinnies <3 <3 Probably the cutest panel of the whole bunch honestly haha ♥ Their little faces!! Ugh 💕

One of those instances of the lyrical contradictions, and I think I would keep this jump forward - everything has changed! And they’re really not okay, but they have each other

The one makes me laugh honestly, a bit dark lol. All their safe people, except for the two that take up the rear of each. I mean, technically it’s not inaccurate with Flowey’s, he won’t be alone! Unfortunately. The human, well

Started settling into a rhythm by this point, and rather pleased for it :) Poor Papyrus! He didn’t do anything wrong and he still has all these sad feelings about it!

All catching up to him :( You can only run from and ignore your problems for so long - this line feels so him, dealing with what their world is and all that entails, poorly

I appreciate the fact that Papyrus has this dream several times, it fits lots of places! Gaster look what you did to him even when you don’t exist anymore

Papyrus as an adult! Though he also is in the one with him and Sans dream-sharing. Things start breaking real bad for him, I’m still not over how good this song is lol

I did admittedly go a little over-the-top with these, he was not crying this much but I just jsalfdjfds this scene is so- much. So much! The lyrics goaded me, blame them haha - and also the attention to his neck! Even if it’s not in reference to choking on tears specifically, still drawn to the same place! I love Sans going to comfort him as well as rally him ahhhhh

I got his Soul glitches wrong haha, but seriously! This song, I swear!!

A bit of irony - he’s being heard! So much! Just not listened to. I am so enamoured with his pose callbacks throughout the entire comic ugh, so beautifully done

Handing off the song for a moment to someone who actually can rewind it - I don’t think I’ve ever drawn a Genocide Run human now that I think of it :0 It was so satisfying to draw Gaster kneeling on the ground like that haha, contact points were - on point ✨ for this doodle session hehehe

Originally I had his glow coloured in purple but this was one that I actually went back to look at (because I love this scene so much hhgggg <3 <3 <3) and had to change to his natural colour - he deserves it!! He’s earned it!!

I’ve honestly fallen more in love with this song through him and vice versa haha ♪ It’d be quite a bit before/if I could make a full version, even just with what I’ve got here, but it was so fun to draw at all ♥

[quatregats]

Something I've been thinking about is how Patrick O'Brian manages so skillfully to write characters whose actions contradict their beliefs, which I think is honestly a big part of why his characters feel so real. Mostly with Stephen and Jack—e.g., and perhaps most notably, Stephen has notably leftist sympathies (honestly I have no idea how to characterize his politics in period terms) who nonetheless becomes very comfortable with his rise to the landed gentry, while Jack is a card-carrying Tory who much of the time sympathizes far more with working class sailors and farmers than with the upper classes—but I'm sure he does it to a lesser degree with some of his minor characters (James Dillon, while perhaps not precisely minor, comes to mind), and I love that he's able to do that, especially the way in which he embeds it in the narrative. We see how they're all unreliable narrators of themselves; we understand how they want to be seen and how that does and doesn't coincide with the reality, but most importantly, this isn't presented as something reprehensible, just as a part of their own humanity. They are not their expectations for themselves, but they don't need to be those expectations to be beloved.

[fallloverfic]

I love singNsong again reminding people in Side Story that Dokja wanted other people to read TWSA (he wrote reviews and comments! It was his first wish), and he only stopped bothering because people harassed him for it. He didn't gate-keep the story. When he's avoiding talking to Sangah about it at the beginning of ORV, it's because he knows what happens when he tells people about the story, not because he's gate-keeping it from her. He notes he's not proud of his hobby (likely because he's been bullied all through his life, including for reading the thing he loves): he finds it embarrassing to talk about, and better respects her studying Spanish in her free time (learning another language is a generally accepted thing in society). He assumes she won't care or will look at him funny (or worse) for when she learns about the novel he's into.

Basically anyone writing "let's gatekeep ORV" posts because of the anime announcement or because they dislike the manhwa or some other weirdness, y'all are the villains in the scenario.

The literal climax of the story is about sharing ORV with as many people as possible. What story were y'all reading?

[mushroomsie224]

Thinking about them again and realising that I don't like the idea that Greylock was practically a bully to Cedric in their schooldays or that Cedric hated him. To each their own, but I think they're just two dorks with a bit of rivalry who get super competitive at times. They get along quite well together when they're not competing! Well, and when Greylock's not pranking him. He's just the annoying friend, I guess. I don't want Greylock to ever stop being annoying, and I want Cedric to be seriously concerned if he does stop.

As for why Cedric wouldn't consider him a friend: this is Season 2 Cedric. Literally his whole arc is about friendship.

[space-cat-in-a-teacup]

Rise Leo: Well boys, it’s unfortunate, but it seems this calls for... Plan ABBA

Rise Donnie, cackling: Yes, finally! I’ll go get ready >:)

12 Leo, Concerned: What is... Plan ABBA?

Rise Leo, now smirking: How well can you guys sing?

[coffee-in-that-nebula]

Main reason I post this selfie: this is the happiest I've been in a while.

More rambling in the tags.

[mouthofsillyness]

guys i don't want to sound like that mf that says "first game better!!! because nostalgic because first!!!" but seriously i wish, I REALLY WISH Fallout 1 could be as talked about as the other games in the franchise. it fills me with frustration how underrated the characters are. the whole game is. there's so many things i would talk about fallout 1 yet there is like only around six people that will listen (/exaggeration). not saying though fallout 1 is superrr unknown, i mean is the first one, of course it isn't some super obscure game, i'm just saying is noticeable it isn't as talk about the other games in the franchise. that said, please please don't see me as one of them old ahh mfs that believe fallout 1 is the only good game i am just venting that i want so bad it could be more popular and have more fanarts

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Seven Fic(s) Sunday

@mellaithwen had a moment of sheer insanity and decided that instead of doing seven sentences from one fic she'd do a sentence (or two) from seven different fics!?

(Amy, blink twice if this is a hostage situation.)

But I'm also unhinged so I thought hey why not, surely I have seven WIPs lying around. And sure enough I do! So here we are:

1) F&F AU:

“How’d you get up here so quickly?” an officer asks him when taking Buck’s statement. “How’d it take you so long to get here?” Buck fires back.

2) The Xedgin Fic That's Giving Me Fits:

“You probably won’t be able to save him,” Holga points out. “You’ll just be killing yourself, too.”

3) The Gang Plays D&D

When Chim shows up with a whole notebook of backstory relevant to the actual world Bobby’s constructed, they all get the very disconcerting sight of Bobby trying not to cry with joy. Athena mutters he hadn’t even looked so happy at their wedding.

4) Platonic Sugar Baby AU:

“Let me get this straight,” Maddie says. “This guy doesn’t treat you like a piece of meat and you’re… unhappy about it?��

5) Star Trek AU:

“Your girlfriend took a job on an archeological dig halfway across the known galaxy,” Hen points out. “Women flee you?” Ensign Panikkar looks both dismayed and weirdly impressed, which is depressing. “Routinely?”

6) Jingle Bells I'm in Hell and Nobody Cares (AKA the Mystery Pairing Fic You All Will Be Subjected To):

Here’s the thing, because—as previously stated—Jamie Winter is not jealous, or envious, or concerned, or anything else in regards to DI Ben Jones. It’s just that while he knows Barnaby might’ve forgotten, Sarah Barnaby is the reigning Midsomer Quiz Night Champion and one hundred percent did not forget, which means this can only be one thing: This is an ambush.

7) It's Only Six Months Until Halloween:

“What do you mean?” Buck asks, picking up the crumpled receipt and handing it back to Eddie. Eddie stares at Buck. In fact, everyone’s kinda staring at Buck.

And yes, Chim is the only one of the D&D group who shows up prepared with a plot-relevant character backstory. Which, as any DM will tell you, is plenty of good reason to burst into tears. XD

[whywoulditho]

there's barely any fanfiction and no one really understands them the way i do but GOD i love ushiwaka/sakusa so much. i don't usually have rarepairs but they're just so good. and i mean this in a way that's far away from the fanon ushijima that is a basically a sex god and the fanon sakusa that is sexually repressed on a spiritual level. i mean it in a two buffy guys existing in each other's presence, feeling content and peaceful kind of way. in my mind their relationship is so healthy and they're so good for each other. i mean i love an opposites-attract type of relationship just as much as the next person but there's also something so precious in the way two people would just enjoy the same things and find comfort in each other's company. they would get up early even on the weekends off season. sakusa would prepare green juice while ushijima struggles to make eggs the way sakusa likes them. they would have a coffee machine they try new coffee recipes with. they would have a dog that sleeps with them on their bed. they would go on a walk towards evenings to go watch the sunset on the beach. sakusa would teach ushijima how to skip stones on water and ushijima would just be terrible at it. they would like old movies and ushijima would bake and sakusa would wash their dog in their backyard. they would have a vinyl collection and hang their favorite records on the walls of their living room. they would read together and watch volleyball games and give critics and it would all be so silent and so peaceful it actually makes me emotional

[keymintt]

CONGRATULATIONS!!!! You got the mural job, that's amazing news =D

THANK YOU!!! i've haven't quite done anythin like this before BUT i have enough experience from other projects to where it's not a super super daunting thing. like yeah it's Big and that'll have it's challenges but i'm excited !! :>

i don't know if i can show my proposal sketch off else i'd put it here but i will certainly show the finished mural off here once it's done >:3

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '24 ⸺ 「 11 / 31 * IT WORKS 」

22:06

November 12, 1955

Three blinding flashes of light.

Three earth-shaking tremors that shake him to his very core. 

Three sonic booms that lash out so fiercely, they pierce through the fabric of space and time.

Instinct tells him to raise his hand and shield his eyes from what he’s about to witness. This knowledge will blind you—you have already seen too much, you should not see this too. Awe, responsibility, and scientific curiosity stay that hand—I must make sure Marty makes it back to his own time—and keep his attention focused on the road as the temporal displacement occurs. 

It all happens in the span of a single one of Emmett's frantic heartbeats and when everything is finally over, when an eerie, artificial silence settles into the empty spaces around him, he isn't entirely sure what's happening.

Doubt burrows its way into his mind, carried on the long shadows cast by the brilliant burst of light. Something has gone wrong, the connecting hook wasn’t properly attached to the Flux Capacitor and the power overloaded the Time Vehicle’s delicate and complex circuitry, and Marty—

As he rises to his feet, slightly unsteady, Emmett blinks the spots from his vision and looks around for any sign that his worst fears have been made reality.

There's nothing there.

There’s nothing and Emmett has never been so grateful for that in his life. No crash, no great ball of fire–however, interestingly, the Time Vehicle did leave thin fire trails during displacement that were rapidly dying out–and, most importantly, no Marty. 

Emmett lets out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding to the relief of his burning lungs.

The Time Machine and Marty are back where they belong and, for the moment, Emmett allows himself to get lost in the excitement of a successful experiment and ignore the now-surfacing thoughts born of its conclusion and a mind coming down off the adrenaline, laser-focused on one singular thought.

No, there will be time for that later. Thirty years' worth of time.

A wide grin splits his face and he can’t find himself to care if it makes him look certifiably insane as he races down the street in Marty’s temporal shadow, shouting his enthusiasm to the sky. 

On the wire, the connecting hook holds strong, waving its goodbyes to a spectre.

Everything had been fine.

Everything will be fine; he’ll see to that, whatever it takes.

See you in the future, kid.

[actiiasluna]

content warning: this poem contains mentions intrusive thoughts of self-harm. please be careful and stay safe <3

my fingers are traitorous. they're itching,

trembling to spill crimson onto the page.

sanguine, my words desire to be let out of their

cages. i don't want what's inside to

escape my ribcage. it's too loud for me.

i'm scared to let her out, but the syllables spill

regardless. i am unable to keep her contained.

i wonder if it would be

easier if i were underwater. what if i

came up to breathe once in a while? but i

didn't talk. what if i just stayed silent and

let the blood dissipate? what if instead of forming

words the letters just floated off, found

places to be lodged into the sand, perhaps

found by visitors unlucky enough to be

stung by the tentacles of a jellyfish made of

a fallen vernacular?

did you know that jellyfish don't have brains?

they know what is danger / they seek to

survive. i wonder, am i surviving or living?

are they synonymous?

i wonder what it would be like

to decay. to let fungus claim me. i wonder

how it would feel if the mushrooms made me

one with this earth, where i feel

so very out of place.

would they remember me? i don't think the

decayed are victims. it is simply a cycle.

i'm scared that my interior will

fade. that i'll just be an empty outline. that

maybe that's all that's left.

maybe i'm too tired to

have a beating heart, and it's just

cold broken things inside.

just pieces of shattered clockwork.

i don't know if my

machines ever truly worked.

and i'm not sure if they'd notice.

what if they just let me shatter?

what if i'm made of glass, and i am

a menagerie of thoughts, all visible through my

delicate exterior? would i break if i

fell off the precipice? would my

shards glitter? would

that be more beautiful than

this incomplete form?

i want my words to spill out into

the earth. i want them to be

soil. i want leaves to grow from me, for

mycelium to sprout within. the hyphae

are more beautiful than i could ever be.

one moment in the mirror and i

shift from beauty to the reverse.

i don't understand

my own being. i don't know what

it is that i can define myself as.

did my hands want me to

release the verse that's

drumming inside, that's threatening

to escape the bars, that's trying

to break me from within?

did they really

care? or did they

just want me to bleed

for the sake of seeing carmine?

would it be

easier if i

just

didn't

breathe

oxygen?