#i for one am begging for my life here

[devereaux]

Simone Kessell: Acting at home and abroad... | NZ On Screen

[atopvisenyashill]

every time someone does “valyrian culture was more egalitarian than andal culture” discourse i point to the fact that jaehaerys invented the doctrine of exceptionalism and was an evil misogynistic menace to every woman he knew, how visenya was not the ruler of their house despite being older, and how the vale which is STEEPED in andal culture & chivalry & the seven regularly has their houses ruled by women in a way that almost no other region outside of dorne has ntm having the ONLY ruling lady of a paramount house INCLUDING VALYRIAN AND FIRST MEN HOUSES and also i start shrieking

[teathattast]

Put your lips on my lips, I'll remember your kiss

On the nights when I miss you, uh-uh

Something I can't forget when I'm restless in bed

Yeah, you got me obsessed, hmm-hmm-mmm

[opikiquu]

(rocking back and forth in the corner of an empty room) save me white boy save me white boy save me white boy s

oh my god. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS . BOY.

[sublux]

i'm so mad i don't have private insurance through an employer so i could get any kind of therapy or medication or anything. tags are a rambling rant

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

sorry for only saying this type of shit lately but i kinda wanna drive a car straight into a brick wall at the highest speed possible

[starwarsanthropology]

i need to know more about tomo pls i love 'dog with separation anxiety' characters

Ok ok I gotta put this under a cut because hes. rotating inside my head always. Going to put a link to his whole little page i posted bc this gives you Some basic information as to his Vibes.

Tomo is a Corrie medic! He’s got a few different like. personas he puts on depending on context. I talk a lot about his Weird Little Unhingedness persona bc thats when he’s letting is all out without hesitation or shame, which is really fun, but he’s a brother first, then a medic, and then a pathetic little creature.

As a vod and a brother, he is very, very loyal and committed to his siblings. His core guiding motivation is to make things better for them, but because of how he thinks this tends to be an individual focus rather than a group focus; he’ll individually get everyone a blanket before pushing for a new project to get everyone blankets, etc. 

When he’s off duty and relaxed, he tends to be a friendly, nice guy. Will bend over backwards to help a vod, even one he doesn’t know, with minimal questions asked. Not a whole lot of respect for rules and authority; if you can’t indicate the practical reasons behind a standard or regulation, he will probably ignore it at his convenience. HOWEVER, he is also Definitely younger sibling coded and can be a bit of a shithead as a treat. Kind of a doormat and seems easy to bully but once he realizes he’s being teased or bullied he’ll go from the NOOOO!!! NOOO!!! younger sibling tears to I’m A Medic And I Can Tolerate And Shut Down So Much Bullshit on a dime. Likes people, likes to be around people in general, will worry and fret and scold if you’re being a bit reckless but also the biggest enabler in all of the med corps tbh. Believes in happiness and autonomy as a primary element of wellbeing and this drives a lot of that enabling; is the most likely corrie medic to go out of the way to let u keep a scar you want even if it makes his job fixing underlying structures more difficult.

He’s actually quite good at being professional when hes Being A Medic, and honestly can be a little ruthless, in terms of not hesitating to make calls (because that’s how you get people killed). His specialization is in orthopedic and reconstructive/plastic surgery, which in practice means he’s NOT out of medical much when on shift; if he’s called onto site, things are really bad. On a good day he has no emergency cases, but most of his emergencies are cases where there needs to be immediate and dramatic surgical intervention to prevent fatality. Amputations, skin grafts, major muscular trauma, broken bones; he sees a lot of really nasty shit, in his emergency capacity. In a non-emergency capacity, he still sees a lot of unpleasant and upsetting things, because he’s, yknow. reconstructing things and overseeing recovery from skeletal trauma, but it’s much much safer and less stressful. As a result of all this, he has a really strong stomach and a skewed sense of when gore, blood, or guts gets upsetting.

Also in his capacity as a medic, but off-regulation, Tomo provides a lot of suppourt to trans vode with gender-affirming care! He’ll do just about anything that’s not hazardous; he refers for tracheal shaves and bottom surgeries that require significant specialization or more advanced/specialized equipment than he has. But fillers, FFS, top surgery, horomone access? He’s gotchu.

Also; he knows he's cute. He knows people see him kind of as a pathetic little creature. He ABSOLUTELY weaponizes the shit out of this as a medic. he can cry on command because he learned the magical efficiency of just BURSTING into tears on someone avoiding the medbay. If you aren't guilted/made uncomfortable enough to comply he'll just get someone to drug you and haul you off lol

He’s a really affectionate, friendly, and easygoing guy overall, but the part of him that i talk about most often is his Little Freak setting. This is a manifestation of extreme seperation anxiety. He’s good at respecting verbal boundaries but is a Stage 5 Clinger. He will follow you into the bathroom if ur having a conversation and not notice until ur like excuse me that its weird. He’s really scared of loosing people, either to death or just to the vast distances of the galaxy, so he really really wants to be like. tangibly tied to people. This is where his cannibalism schtick comes from like he cannot imagine a closer intimacy than the physical substance of one’s self being intergrated into the other through consumption…. carry him with you forever and vice versa….. woah…..

@mamuzzy also pulled a GALAXY BRAIN take putting him w Mereel in that one art. Rotted my brain hard for them as a cringefail couple where their respective toxic traits slide off each other like water off a duck. I have a Lot of meta for that im not going to elaborate on too much beyond tomos tendancy towards clinginess being satisfied by mereel pinging him when he’s away, mereel being unbothered and indulgent of his weirdness, and tomo being game enough to help mereel that mereels habit of social engineering and manipulation to get what he wants doesnt have a chance to get toxic bc tomo is already willing give mereel whatever he wants with the ironclad exception of endangering his patients, which he is too stubborn and protective to be manipulated directly about anyway.

I decided that they met bc mereel needed to change his apperance for smth, hooked up w tomo (convenient emotionally vulnerable mark! yippee!) to gain access to medical supplies, was asking about a kind of filler (intended use for joint injuries but off-label use as a filler) to figure out if he can self-administer it and Tomo was immediately like oh i can administer it if you want to try! It’s easy to dissolve if you don’t like it! Mereel agreed, Tomo put in the temporary fillers, and they both walked away from the encounter satisfied and with each other’s contact information in their pocket.

It is very important to note that while Tomo IMMEDIATELY recognized Mereel was interested in the filler’s capacity to change facial structure and apperance, he did not realize Mereel wanted apperance-altering interventions for a mission until months later when someone pointed out he is a black ops specialist and got together with Tomo to use his skills n specializations.  He had fully been working on the assumption that Mereel had just been interested in gender exploration even after they had an established pattern of Tomo administering temporary cosmetic procedures for Mereel’s missions

ANYWAY thank u I love him he is so deeply strange. just an odd little dude.

[gonzodangerfeels]

Me: no really if you missed even one birth control pill you better double check you aren't pregnant.

[moe-broey]

Ooufhgh.

[widevibratobitch]

fake ass idgafer im gonna kms

[tommygotwrittenoff]

sooooo fucked up that eddie and buck are not kissing rn. instead they have to go through more horrors. and they dont even have the option to kiss each other to make it better. fr praying for them. you will be kissing soon kings!!!

[thelingering]

quoth:

***A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY*** Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children

unquoth

This line is just. I'm so perfectly normal about this book

It has profound implications and realisations of the basic human need of humanity at every page turn, every corner

you can't avoid them

[daybreakrising]

@avaere: "Did you ever travel?"

The question might have come off as sudden between the lovers, Kaveh's hand wrapped around Vautrin's there they walked, side by side, along one of the many shores found around the nation of hydro. He'd tug slightly at the fingers caught in his grasp almost as if to yank the other out of passing thoughts and back to him. Who knew where that oceanid's thoughts wandered from time to time. All Kaveh knew was that there'd be times where Vautrin seemed to be elsewhere, even if only for a few minutes, and that he'd be more than willing to anchor him back here; " ... before, I mean. "

And with every tug, every nudge of a shoulder against another, there'd be a warm smile waiting for him to lean on. One that seemed to grow a little warmer with every turn.

"I do know that you used to be a captain in your... younger days? Is that a way to phrase it?" Kaveh would laugh sweetly, gaze drawn to a passing crab that fled from their promenade. "It sounded like quite the important job, and I can only assume it held obligations similar to the mahamatra of Sumeru finds himself drowning in from time to time, but... what was your life like back then? Surely, times have changed and things have ceased to exist. Shops have come and gone, people as well. What did you do before your position as captain? Was there something else you wanted to be?"

While they had already known each other for quite some time, there were equal fragments of one another that had yet to be brought to the surface. Some in regards to life, others in regards to the journey of it all, maybe even how they had come to end up here, hand in hand, on a shore of a town the architect had sworn to never grown fond of; " I want to learn more about you, Vautrin, if you'd be willing to let me."

The question does catch him in the midst of his thoughts, his mind wandering not, this time, to some memory of a distant past, but rather to something more rooted in the now: namely, how fleeting this moment of happiness will be in the context of his extended life. But whilst the subject matter is, arguably, one of inherent grief, it is not with sorrow that he ponders this thought, but instead he is, perhaps for the first time, viewing things through an optimistic lens. Yes, this moment may be fleeting in comparison to all of time, but all the more reason for him to cherish it, no?

He does not know how long he will be able to walk hand-in-hand along the shore with the man he loves, but he will savour the feel of their interlocked fingers, he will remember the warmth of Kaveh's palm against his.

Primordial eyes snap to the architect as his words draw him back to the moment in question, and the smile he finds upon that unfairly pretty face instantly summons one to his own. "Younger days? You make me sound ancient, darling." He gives Kaveh's hand a gentle squeeze, a glimmer of amusement winking in swirling hues. "I know I'm over four hundred years old, but I hope I don't look it."

I want to learn more about you. The questions shouldn't surprise him - Kaveh is clearly a naturally curious individual, something he has acknowledged after watching him pore over tomes and scrolls, after listening to him engage conversation with anyone who gives him the time of day. He is seemingly interested in everything and anything. Yet somehow, he is still taken off guard, as if he still cannot quite grasp why this incredible, passionate soul would ever take interest in him.

"What did I do, before? Oh, well..." His other hand lifts, fiddles awkwardly with the long fringe of his hair. Is he expecting something exciting? I fear I am going to disappoint him. "I'm afraid I'm terribly boring. I started my training to join the Maison Gardiennage when I was a young teen, and what time I had outside of that training was spent... well, training some more, I suppose. I... I didn't have much else going on."

In a bid to not seem quite so dull, he shifts his focus to another of his questions: Was there something else you wanted to be? His gaze drops to the sand beneath their feet, his idly fidgeting hand now finding its way deep into his pocket. "But... as a child, I... I wanted to be on the stage. I came from a theatre family, you see, so perhaps I only wanted it because it was expected of me, but there was once a time when my name appeared on playbills, albeit only for small productions."

Oh no. He can feel the heat of embarrassment creeping into his face, snaking its way up from under his collar. It is not shame that summons this reaction each and every time he tells someone new about his theatrical youth, but he cannot help it somehow. Perhaps, he muses, it is because no one would ever look at this stiff, serious soldier and picture him prancing across a stage.

"But what of you? Were you drawing blueprints as a child?" His steps falter to a stop, and he tugs Kaveh to him with a smile. "Was this always what you dreamed for yourself?" He lifts their joined hands, presses a soft, sweet kiss to Kaveh's. "I wish to learn more about you, too, my love. I want to know everything, so that I may remember everything. And whilst I cannot promise not to bore you half to death with my own stories, anything you wish to know... I will happily share."

They are alone upon this shore - crabs aside - and perhaps this element of privacy emboldens the former captain beyond his usual hesitancy. An arm slips comfortably, casually, around Kaveh's waist, his hand breaking free of the architect's warm grasp so that he may, instead, sink his fingers deep into soft golden locks and guide him slowly, tenderly, into a gentle kiss. No longer does he seek to ask permission first - they have moved past that now, as he settles more comfortably into a relationship he never dreamed he could have.

He parts with a contented hum, gazes upon his beloved as though they are alone in the world. "I am yours, Kaveh. All of me, every part of me, I give to you. I will hide nothing from you - so ask away, to your heart's content. I want you to know me like no one else ever has."

[aq2003]

series 3 is so frustrating because there is like a shining core of pure diamond underneath the problems . like conceptually it rocks so incredibly hard. but the problems

[melancholyfleurs]

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[bloodbankzz]

it is painful to learn the "normal" ways that people reasonably around my age were motivated to do things their parents wanted, ie chores or getting good grades in school. this is a pain that has built over time because, seeing it around me as a kid, i could reason that maybe every single one of my friends were just spoiled. but, eerily, every time it seems the topic of motivating children comes up in whatever conversation is bringing it up, it seems like. and it still feels presumptuous to say. but most people as children were rewarded for good behavior. the one i was most envious of as a child was that multiple of my friends got paid money for getting As, and it was actually very shocking to me to find out that that is at least kind of a little more universal than i really really was sure it was not, but that's not the big thing that causes me pause now. generally, it seems, children are rewarded in some way for doing things their parents ask of them. writing and then stepping back and reading such a sentence makes me feel like an alien trying to puzzle out the function of the human pancreas lmfao but i dont know. in the wider conversations where this happens to come up, describing these motivators is never the point, which is maybe part of the difficulty for me. it's really hard to process that not everyone was doing what their parents said to do out of cold pure fear for their life. there's so many things it turns out other kids were getting. stickers and movie tickets and candy and praise and love. i am so sad.