#i just want these to go on for the foreseeable future

[the-rhyme-witch]

I didn't mean to be a mage. That's not a very mage admission, is it? By all rights and certainly by the bards, I should have grown up a peasant in poverty and fought tooth and nail through strength of character and a certain sparkle of charisma to fight for my right to mage training.

But I didn't.

If I'm honest, I just fell into it. Can we pretend I didn't though? The reality -Dais went to a job interview with her boyfriend Marfv because he thought watching him apply to be an apprentice was somehow date material- doesn't make me sound particularly employable as far as Mages go. (More employable than Marfv though, given that limescale is more appealing. He's dumped. Obviously.) I'm not always tip top when it comes to selling my gifts but even I know that a reputation makes a mage (and , okay, for honesty sake, Marfv dumped me but it was totally mutual and I don't replay the moment over and over at all).

I also absolutely didn't mean to end up a mage in a fight. I'm not a fighter. I know folk who are but for me, a mildly sharp rebuke plays on my mind and stops me sleeping for days. But I did.

I'd just finished my apprenticeship. It was my first job and I was so nervous, I had to keep my cloak on just to disguise the amount of back-sweat coming through my robe. I had been approached by a merchant group and after some paperwork, a scroll signed in blood and a clammy handshake, I'd climbed into their wagon trying my best to exude confidence rather than bodily fluids. It should have been a simple job. As mage, I would be a simple fire starter. Use a few finder spells to get water and fuel, deflect the attentions of minor eldritch horrors, perhaps take a turn cooking, the usual stuff. I knew I should have been feeling the confidence I was faking as I was perfectly skilled in those areas. The goods we were transporting were unremarkable too, just a stack of ecklenwood staves headed out to the Recklen University Of Sorcerers, presumably for turning into fortune staffs and unlikely to bring a huge fortune in the process.

I hadn't anticipated a bandit attack. To this day, too, I can't remember the details. What I know happened is that the attack came as a mundane pit trap, the wagon overturned and I fell out, as did att the staves. I like to think I threw a fireball or two, maybe shouted a Dread Curse? But what I know happened is a ecklenwood staves went right into my head.

I should have died, even as a mage. We have an unfortunate issue with unconscious magic. Magic is symbiotic in nature and it doesn't want it's host to die. Conscious, a mage can patch themselves up or a friend with a series of incantations, but unconscious, the magic runs amok like a toddler with a handful of paints and an expensive rug. I'm told I was lucky. Not only was it ecklenwood but the stave went through one side of my forehead, pierced one half of my frontal lobe and trashed one half of my amygdala but stayed there. It stayed there long enough that magic filled the gap.

It stayed there long enough that when the merchants pulled it out of my head and I sat up, they immediately terminated our contract. At least, that's what I took running away screaming to indicate. And once I'd dragged my bewildered, frightened, bloodied self back to the Mage guildhall, still inexplicably alive, and recovered and was seen by the healer Archmage, I counted myself lucky, despite the fact I would be wearing an eye patch on my forehead for the foreseeable future.

It wasn't until later that I realised what had happened.

Unguided magic, you see, has the will but doesn't know the way. It looks for a guide and when the body doubles, it's useful (it's why magic is great for arms and legs and kidneys and not great for livers and stomachs and hearts). When one half of my brain had been wrecked, the magic had squinted at the healthy side and gone "yeah, I can do that!"

Which I am grateful for. I am. But...

Look, at the time I wasn't in a great place. I was a new qualified Mage feeling like I was playing dress-up, my loser boyfriend had dumped me, my mind was not a cheery place. And the magic? It made a magical patch with that as a guide.

A mage is their reputation. A true mage goes on to inspire tales like "Grindhurst the Great and the Fall of the Gods".

I fear my bard story might be "Dais and the Bind of the Unkind Mind"

When a mage is badly injured, magic sometimes "fills in the gaps"—growing an arcane hand or leg. You suffered brain damage that would have killed most. Magic filled in your mind.

[chonny-jash]

UPDATE

Hey gang!

Just wanted to stop in to give a quick update on the future of this fuckass pile of highfalutin bullshit I've been ill-advisedly allowed to call a "Music Career."

Basically, it's all a bit weird and I don't wanna commit to any specific long-term project or idea at the moment... so I'm not going to! To that end, I'm going to temporarily pause the Majora's Mask album, and instead start taking everything on a much more step-by-step, case-by-case basis. I've had so much damn fun with the last two songs and I'd be plain stupid to not take advantage of the flexibility I've been afforded, so I'm gonna spend the foreseeable future making the music I make best: whatever music I want at any given time. The key notes, however, are this:

It won't be Tally Hall, CCCC or HMS related (sorry!)

Majora's Mask isn't a priority but there's no guarantee I won't go ahead and make one or two more songs for the album. Whatever the case, the album will not be completed any time soon.

My gut says there are gonna be a good handful of originals! But again, the point is that there is no point, there may be a few covers, or some other random stuff, who knows!

The wait in between songs and ideas may or may not fluctuate (again, I don't know) but I'll try my best to keep everyone updated after each release.

New song in approximately 2 weeks! Get keen. Or don't. Idc dude it's up to you.

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That's basically it! I'm going to continue working just as hard as ever, the boulder will just be a bit more amorphous and the hill a little more winding than usual.

That's all!

Stay cool, stay kind, and stay funky.

[: ]

TL;DR - the next few months or so are gonna look like this:

[hedwig221b]

Hiii, I love ur work. U r an amazing writer but now they leaving me wanting more. I’m not sure if you’ve done this already but do u have any recs for size difference sterek? Please and thank u!! ❤️

Thank you! Most of these are pwp but maybe that's a plus lol

Compatibility by SinQueen69

Only compatible Alpha’s and Omega’s smell good to each other, everyone else smells awful so when Derek and Stiles scent each other in the woods that day, they can’t stay away.

The Hoodie by PersePhonesDreams

Stiles didn’t mean to keep Derek’s hoodie—really, he didn’t. But the oversized, ridiculously soft thing quickly became his favorite comfort item, a piece of Derek he couldn’t quite let go of. It’s not like Derek would notice anyway… right? When Derek unexpectedly shows up at Stiles’ window one quiet night, Stiles’ not-so-secret attachment to the hoodie is exposed, leading to a conversation that changes everything. Cue awkward confessions, teasing smiles, and the realization that maybe Derek doesn’t mind Stiles keeping more than just his hoodie.

so now you've got the best of me (come on and take the rest of me) by mangotangos

"It doesn't matter how hot Derek is, how Stiles barely comes up to his shoulders or how Derek's hands could probably fit really snugly around his waist. None of it matters, because he's basically a glorified babysitter for the foreseeable future and Stiles wants him out. Operation annoy Deputy Derek Hale into leaving begins now." ~or, the one where Stiles' dad hires Deputy Derek to be Stiles' bodyguard, Stiles hates him on principle and then 2 seconds later falls in lust (and love) and tries to seduce him into bed with his sexual prowess.

Cherry by j560

"He promised himself he wasn’t going to think about Derek at all when he got it done. That he wasn’t picking this piece out because red was Derek’s favorite color. But he couldn’t stop himself from hoping maybe this time Derek would notice and say more than two words about his new piercing. That he would take Stiles seriously for once, and recognize all the newfound confidence Stiles could feel himself thriving off of. He hoped Derek would do something other than stare." OR Stiles keeps getting piercings until one sends Derek over the edge.

The Wolf God by SinQueen69

A magical barrier kept the Wolf God Derek safe when his Rut hit, but it unexpectedly allows a human through.

reverence by pocarisu_danshi

"Morning.” Stiles says, still sleepy. He’s fucked out tired and loose and sluggish, up most of the night until he’d passed out onto the pillow they shared. Derek rumbles a response, the timbre of his voice low and strong. “Morning.” He bends and kisses Stiles’ forehead, who takes the kiss with his eyes slipping half closed and a hum in his throat. Derek regards him. Focused on Stiles like he sometimes gets, eyes mottled and gold but not demanding.

I’m Knot A Pretty Boy by KnottheWolf

Day 8: Size Difference- “Do you always offer rides to strangers.” Derek grunts, wishing he could cross his arms but is stuck standing there staring at the Alpha. “Only the pretty ones.” Derek feels his cheeks go impossibly red at that, his ears burning up like candlesticks as he thinks on those words, he’s never been called pretty before. Handsome. Yes. But pretty? Nobody ever called him pretty; Derek was hairy, muscular and tall. Qualities that were often looked down upon on Omegas whether they be male or female, society had such constraint views on what an Omega should and shouldn’t look like. Often times he was mistaken for a Beta, once in awhile an Alpha, but when it was discovered he was actually an Omega people seemed to walk around him like he was a pariah.

Don't Be Cocky by Spindiver

For reasons, Derek wants to get a Prince Albert piercing. The only shop in town belongs to Stiles Stilinski. Who knew that Derek's life of lonely isolation was about to get a proper shake-up? “Hey”, he says, in greeting, “what can I help you with, this morning?” Given the man’s size and somewhat surly demeanour, Stiles is not expecting the voice of the giant to be so measured and polite. “My name’s Derek Hale, I have an appointment booked for 11 o’clock.” “Right”, says Stiles, coming out from behind the counter, he gestures towards his workspace, one of three rooms off the lobby of the shop. “Come on through, my name’s Stiles, I run this place. I have to confess, the appointment book didn’t say what you were after.” He raises an eyebrow at the man, now sitting gingerly on the padded worktable in the middle of the room. He’s starting to look ever so slightly uncomfortable. “Oh, I um…I’m looking to get a Prince Albert”, he mumbles.

Don't Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8

Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property. Except, apparently, Stiles. Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.

Only Me

He held Stiles’ face like it was the most precious thing and licked Stiles’ neck like he owned it. A kiss was the first thing to greet Stiles in the mornings they spent together, and at nights, it was the last thing he felt on his face. Each time was more desperate than the last. Derek told him he was made to be kissed. It was a reward, a pleasure, a relief. And then, after all of this, he would disappear. For two days, three, or for a week. Stiles would choke from the thought that this time he definitely ruined it (how? god, how?), and then, in a click of a light, Derek would come back as if he were always there. Calling from a hidden number, cupping his chin, tugging Stiles closer with his hand splayed on his back, so big and insistent. Kissing, loving, refusing to let go. But only in a closed room, in the darkest corner of a restaurant, in a black sports car with its windows thick and tinted. Stiles dreaded saying goodbye.

Desperate

Derek understood perfectly well how young Stiles was. Just how many times did he stop himself from digging his teeth into that lovely neck to claim him? Maybe, next time he shouldn’t. The thought, wild and sudden, came to him, and once it did, there was nothing he could do to get rid of it. If he got Stiles pregnant, then the omega would be his. Fully his. They would be bound for life. Stiles wouldn’t refuse the mating bite, then. Stiles was his omega. Derek would do anything to keep him. Anything.

Untouchable

The day Stiles Stilinski entered the Berkeley campus was the day all the alphas went absolutely fucking nuts. See, omegas were rare, even more than redheads. Got to be extremely fucking lucky to even see one in a lifetime. They were supposed to be these ethereal creatures of beauty and elegance, irresistible and blinding. And Stiles Stilinski was exactly that.

Treasure

"I know you don’t trust me,” Derek grunted. When Stiles inhaled to retort, Derek caught his chin and pressed a finger against his lips, making the boy freeze in place, eyes impossibly wide. “Don’t argue. I expected it. Wolves don’t trust easily, too. I just wanted you to know that… I’m sorry. I was selfish and didn’t see what was in front of me. You don’t need to worry. I’ll take care of everything.” It was a thought that grew in his mind, spread to his heart and took root there, reincorporating into a deep desire and a vital need. Derek will take care of him and his little pup, he’ll bring the hearts of his enemies and put them at the boy’s feet. He’ll court and he’ll conquer.

Other fic recs: angsty fics + pt2 + pt3 | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles + pt2 | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles + pt2 | oblivious Stiles | oblivious sterek | bad friend Scott | pack mom!Stiles | unrequited love | werewolf!Stiles | dark sterek | single parent!Stiles | feral Derek | feral Stiles | arranged marriage | Stiles is underestimated | mpreg w/o abo | accidental knotting | jock!Derek | jock!Stiles | alive Hales | spanking | royal abo au | longfic | void!Stiles | sheriff dissaproves | Stiles doesn't know about werewolves | soft fics | hales love stiles | somnophiIia | secret relationship | pet names | childhood friends

[toskarin]

hiii im trying to get into original tsukihime and i noticed theres a web browser version and a downloadable version, do you know if theres any difference between the two and if ones more worthwhile than the other? i couldnt find anyone talking about it online 🥺 i trust ur expertise 🙏

it's an easy call to just say the browser version

the fact I can say that at all without being sideways about it shows what a labour of love it was, and how much I appreciate the fact that the most stable version of tsukihime (tbf not a high bar to cross) is also the most accessible

but I want to elaborate that a little, so I'll ramble about it a bit. you can ignore everything after this if you just wanted the answer!

the downloadable version is, of course, the original and most authentic version, so it will prime you for an easier transition into the plus and kagetsu tohya games, which feel much older

that being said, the browser version is genuinely going to be a better time for you in most regards. the original tsukihime is old enough that it churns on a technical level and I'd say it would actually probably make for a pretty good first reading experience

this is a different stance than I take on the browser version of Fate/stay night, which is also really good, but made for an entirely different purpose (it's tooled around allowing you to search up scenes and cite them, so it's got less of a focus on preserving presentation)

my main criticisms of the browser version all come down to modernisations in text display style and like... display ratio. they DO include a display ratio selection option, so the latter is basically a non-issue

it also feels important to get this out of the way even though it barely factors in: there isn't a retranslation of tsukihime. both english versions use the same translation, and the browser version pulls ahead in this regard by allowing you to hot-swap script translations

so my answer is going to end up being entirely down to how much of a sicko you're willing to be about this. if you really want that oldschool doujinsoft charm and can stomach the nightmares that come with it, the download version might be for you

circling back to the beginning, the broad spectrum recommendation at this point, from me, for the foreseeable future, is the browser version

[dumpster-fire-sapphic-failgirl]

Crit Role really went “Hell yeah we also need a high production value anthology show where we can rotate in a bunch of super talented GMs and work with all the actors we’ve always wanted” and I love that for them

[krysmcscience]

Don't mind me, just slacking on a big Billford comic by making other far more ridiculous Billford comics and also some AU art (please excuse my slapdash human!Bill thank you please, also before anyone asks the art style is messy and all over the place because idgaf LOL)

This started out as an excuse to design a Bill Cipher-inspired "wedding" dress, but then spiraled wildly out of control. Various rambles and a bunch more human!Bill arts under the cut, including another silly little comic at the end! (Feel free to skip the rambles, I won't be offended. I know I'm bad at shutting up. XD)

I may or may not write some comedy stuff for this AU, which I'm calling 'For Better Or Worse (But Mostly Worse)'. While Ford DOES remember getting sloshed enough for one thing to lead to making out with another after karaoke, neither he nor Bill remember this wedding, At All. The Love God did nothing to dissuade them from going hog wild on their marriage spending, either, so it got...uh. Exorbitantly Expensive. As in, the grand total could probably buy the entire fucking MOON sort of expensive. (It's fine, don't worry, Bill's good enough at crime to be able to afford it.) Also, because the logic of this AU is mostly dictated by Rule of Funny, the Love God's powers are close to unlimited when it comes to matters of romance, but ONLY when it comes to matters of romance. (Like weddings!)

Want an empty human vessel to smash the soul of a triangle into for date nights or when it's convenient, or perhaps even when it's NOT convenient? Easy peasy! Want the marriage to be recognized in every corner of the multiverse from now until the end of time, thus making any potential future divorce nigh-on impossible? Can do! Want to buy an entire beach for the ceremony and honeymoon and in general, and totally not at all because it would be Super Hilarious to prevent any specific movies from being made on that very same beach in the future? Fine, whatever, it's not his finances he's ruining!

Does the Love God also provide special rings that just so happen to turn incorporeal as long as the "happy couple" doesn't remember that they barged into his dreams to bully him into presiding over their marriage? ...No comment!

He spends the next thirty years trying and failing to get in touch with either of them for payment. This is why you should always demand half the money up front, my guy!

Also it's absolutely a traditional Jewish wedding, because I like the idea of Bill demanding all the keepsakes from the marriage that he paid for, and being completely confused when one of the things he's handed is a fancy container full of broken glass. He gets it later, but in the moment, he thinks the Love God is just fucking with him some more.

Ramble over! Here's the full dress that caused the comic to happen, along with what Ford wound up wearing at the wedding (and begrudgingly agreeing to put on again later for Reasons), aaaaand also a close-up of Bill's ring:

I may have forgotten to draw Bill's hair floofier when drawing the back of the dress, lmao

Since double ring ceremonies have been leaking over into Jewish wedding customs for a while now, Ford also has a ring, but his is the much more traditional plain gold band. There's definitely a message engraved on the inside - embarrassing, cringe, or incriminating somehow - but I haven't decided what it is yet, so use your imagination for now. XD Bill, on the other hand, saw the phrase 'traditional plain gold band' and said "No Thank You" before proceeding to embellish his ring to his liking. And because he's a secret sap who adores Ford's extra fingers, the triangle points add up to twelve, as do the engraved stars. Yes, they're stars, not dots, I just got lazy. There's also six lashes on the eye gem, and probably an eye engraving on the inside with another six lashes. (Bill's got it BAD, okay? We all know this.)

Here are the initial scribbles of Bill's custom vessel in more casual attire, please ignore the wonky anatomy and the fact that I flat out refuse to ever draw him with a proper top hat:

He does actually need a cane in this vessel; since Bill tends to possess men and especially Ford more often than not, he's used to having a higher center of gravity when in a human body, so his ability to balance is pretty garbage. (He may or may not topple over with concerning regularity.) As for his empty eye socket, his bangs don't do much to hide it since he's so high-energy (dude is constantly on the move), and he also refuses to wear a patch over it, because 1.) why bother, and 2.) it's more fun to freak people out.

To better align with Ford's attraction towards the strange, the vessel was designed with super minor shapeshifting ability - Bill can look like a perfectly normal human, but he can also make the teeth and fingers sharper whenever he likes (which is mostly just when he's angry or being more of a menace than usual), as well as slit down the pupils or outright ditch the irises altogether. He can also have whatever he wants in the downstairs department, just because I'm an indecisive bitch on that front, lmao. Maybe he can have boobs if he wants them, too, but I ain't drawin' tits on no triangle, nuh-uh, no sir. His powers are otherwise limited down to what humans can do, because for some reason, the Love God doesn't trust Bill to not snap into Immediate Apocalypse Mode if he's given a physical form that's actually all his and no one else's.

Due to the body being all his and no one else's, it's also not really a standard possession so much as it is just...Bill being temporarily human. He's a lot more aware of and in tune with his human body's senses than he ever was with his "puppets", which makes things like pain a lot more intense. (He is mostly fine with this, because he's a fukken masochist.)

A bit more fashion stuff, including beach and party attire~

The beach outfit was mostly me trying and failing to nail down his body shape, which is still not bottom-heavy enough. I then decided to slap a bikini on it, before making it supremely unsexy with a pair of fugly shorts, because Bill's fashion choices are not allowed to be conventionally attractive. Meanwhile, the party outfit was mostly me looking at the casual attire I designed, asking 'how would Bill make this Worse', and then drawing the result. The mismatched thigh-highs are killing me inside! :D

No, his vessel can't actually summon fire, I just drew it for funzies before I decided on said vessel's limitations. Yes, the gold brick tattoos are absolutely a reference to the fic 'Knowing Me, Knowing You' - I simply could not resist.

I also HAD to draw Bill in one of his canonical(?) shirts, just made tank-top'd:

He is absolutely about to over-correct and fall backwards after this. USE YOUR CANE, GOOFBALL!!! (I meant to draw Bill closer to this degree of bottom-heavy in the other images, but. Alas. I am bad at anatomy, LOL)

And, last but not least before More Comic Time, I attempted to draw him closer to Gravity Falls style:

Jury's out on whether or not I succeeded, but - hey. I tried. Now have some Handyman Bill AU, but with my goofy human design, instead:

Hey, it's a 'mystery snack', and the guy wanted A BITE to eat - the joke was right there, guys!!! (Based on this post, because it just screamed BILL CIPHER to me.)

whoops i forgor bills ring and cracks ahaha too late now

I WILL SHUT UP AND STOP RAMBLING NOW K THX BYYYYYE

[feroluce]

SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING COUGHING UP BLOOD-

NO ONE GETS BOOTHILL LIKE DAN HENG GETS BOOTHILL

I was so horribly, deeply enamored by this line-

Fun extra bonus:

because not only does it bring up once again that Dan Heng is uniquely capable of seeing Boothill past all his posturing and showboating, that he can peer straight down into Boothill's core and so easily decipher who he is and what he stands for and read the methods behind his madness where so few others seem able to, but it also means that reticent, no-small-talk Dan Heng talks about Boothill to other people-

that I switched my game to the original Chinese text to see what would translate through. And.

[musette22]

I just can NOT get over the whole Sebastian wanting to do a play with Chris thing, you guys. I know it's just a hypothetical at this point, but even just the concept is just so incredible? Like, Sebastian wasn't even prompted into bringing up Chris, he just did, like he'd just been waiting for an opportunity to do so. And then he says he wants to do a Broadway play with Chris? Even implies he's talked to him about it, that he brought up the idea with him repeatedly and is just waiting for Chris to agree to do this with him? Like, it might actually happen?

And what I maybe love most is that this means Sebastian has given this a LOT of thought. He's been going about his life, doing his busy important movie star thing, and meanwhile he's been thinking about Chris, and about how much he wants to work with him again, and how he wants to do this specific play with him that he loves, because he thinks they'd be great in it together. But at the same time, he admits that he'd basically do any play with Chris, as long as they get to work together again. He could've said he wanted to work with anybody, any of his former co-stars, all those people we know he's still friendly with because anyone who works with Sebastian falls a little bit platonically in love with him and vice versa, but no, he specifically says Chris Evans. Out of everyone he's worked with, he wants to work with Chris again for this, he's trying to get him, they're doing this, goddammit.

And another amazing implication of all this, imo: even though Sebastian's been very vocal about rejecting the idea that some people have that they get to tell him what to do and influence his life somehow just because he's famous (about which is absolutely right, by the way) -- he just kind kind of seems to forget all about that in the moment he decides to call on people's help to convince Chris to say yes to his idea. As though achieving that particular goal is more important than all of that other stuff lmao.

And listen, I know he's just messing around, and deep down he knows full well that we don't have any means to contact Chris anyway, and Chris is very good at protecting his peace these days so he's not going to be seriously bothered by anyone about this, but still, the fact is that Sebastian literally told us all to bother Chris, text him, DM him, make posters and send them to him, anything to get through to him and make him see the light. Like, Sebastian wants this bad. AND he knows that there are lots of people out there who would love to see him and Chris reuniting, on stage this time, and he's cunningly using that fact to get what he wants. It's kind of incredible. I just can't get over it, guys.

[blushft]

barney, you idiot, you missed his mouth!

[whentherewerebicycles]

oh my god okay I’ve been working since 7:30am but MN, SD, and JW are all submitted for internal review!!! NF is ready to submit as soon as he gets home from school and does a final readthrough!!!! DN has decided to waive review lol godspeed to that poor kid but it means less work for me today yippee!!!! and I also had time to give the baby a bath which is his new favorite activity (furiously focused water-kicking time!!!!). I think now I will take a break from student work and take all the residents of this household out for a brisk walk.

[ratscabies]

I think I'm gonna try learning how to drive again, but I'm very anxious about it

[seventh-district]

Are you sad? Are you miserable? Is your life falling apart? Is your body falling apart? Does your head feel like it’s full of cotton, or perhaps TV static? Does it feel like the world is crumbling around you? Is it getting harder to force yourself through the daily motions? Is happiness getting increasingly harder to find?

Why not consider making a large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase?

They won’t tell you this, but all of the happiness and satisfaction you’re searching for, along with each of those little chemicals that make your brain feel good, are all hidden within your very next large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase!

So why don’t you go on ahead and grab that credit card, throw caution to the wind, and chase that good feeling? You certainly won’t regret it. No one has ever regretted making a large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase! Never!

[verynormalaboutkinnporsche]

I don't think Porsche would hate Kim. (Through the entire season, the only character he seems to develop a lasting antipathy toward is Arthee.) I also don't get why people think they would necessarily bond. I think mutual respect and even liking is possible, but I don't think Porsche would necessarily understand Kim very well.

Fucking off from your family and doing your own thing in your late teens is not a universal tradition. Kim is weird, and Porsche's initial reaction is a dismissal loaded with negative assumptions. The only interaction they have in canon is the warehouse, where it's not clear if Porsche even knows who Kim is. (Porsche did have a few other things on his mind.) Chay had to find out from Khun that Kim was present.

Assuming that at some point Kim and Chay made up and got together, I feel like Porsche would have mixed feelings about him. That initial negative bias might be lessened both by Porsche's own deeper understanding of just how fucked up the Theerapanyakul family is and by an appreciation of Kim's willingness to defend Chay, but he might also continue to think Kim is weird.

And Kim might be starved for affection, but he's also (barely) an adult, and he already has two brothers. I can see him getting to like Porsche, but as part of a very long process of dealing with his overall isolation.

[crystallizsch]

If the other fandoms make you happy then posting them is a great idea! 👏 It also gives people who follow you a chance to see pieces of other games that they might not have considered looking into otherwise. Benefits for everybody!

OH TRUE TRUE!! that's another cool way to look at it >:0

aagh i love seeing different persepctives to this i haven't considered, thank you thank you ,,, i appreciate it anon 🥺🫶

[cerbreus]

i wanted to get a new camera this year after like 15 years maybe even one that can take the kind of photos i have been wanting to be able to take for fucking ages but am held back from because my camera just can't do those shots and cant swap lenses but i guess i'm not getting a camera this year

[spark1edog]

possibly too niche of a question but i’m going to ask anyway:

people who have chosen between being a cosmetologist/hair dresser/nail tech OR tattoo artist, why did you choose the one you did?