#i should have taken this as a sign

[rainbow-needs-help]

i am going to fight god this fine monday morning because that fucker seems to have it out for me and it’s not even ten am

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EDYN TIDESTRIDER, CHALLENGER OF THE UNDERSEA, RIVAL OF THE DEEP. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR BROTHER WAS CHOSEN TO BE A WEAPON OF THE GODS? HOW WILL YOU UNDO WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO HIM?

[ardentpoop]

guys “sam used to be Angry At The World For No Reason but then he changes for the better” is a horrible lie enabled by the narrative and by dean. one of the saddest in fact. ask yourself why sam was angry and why/when he stopped being angry and whether his eventual lack of anger truly benefited him or not.

[lurkingshan]

The Sign is only at the halfway point of its narrative and just did an entire episode of filler…concerning.

[jesuistrestriste]

Cant remember if you've previously been asked but do you know of/ like red dead redemption

ok so i’ve never played the game(s) or watched playthroughs, but ive seen clips/bits and pieces of rdr2 !!!

i think it looks like a beautiful game and i love love love the complexity of arthur’s character and the contrast between the deer symbolism and the wolf(?) symbolism. so good

also arthur is such a cutie <3

[mars-ipan]

Tomorrow Is Election Day And I Am So Fucking Stressed

[livvyofthelake]

rewatching some lost season 1. white rabbit specifically. what was ian somerhalder's job on this show... just be useless and gay and then die? if so well done but damn that's it? i know it's kind of insane that he's been dead for so long and i'm still obsessed with him like i know this makes me sound like a man fan especially since i definitely talk about him way more than ana lucia and shannon. i know that. i read these posts too ok. but it's not my fault his gay ass is always at the scene of the crime ok i put this episode on for jack so i could talk about jack my best buddy jack. and then who's dumbass had to be saved from drowning 2 minutes in? yeah. anyway jack lost one of the tv characters of all time.... guy who cannottttt give up or let go or move on everrrrrrrr it will kill him. <3

[captwaddledoo]

I'd ask if this was a sign of mental illness but one of them doesn't have a perfect chain...

[currymanganese]

WE WERE DEF CALLING OUT MR JAMES ALLEN WHITE BS!! 😡😡😡

This production crew is so deeply unserious with the way they're being I feel like they're approaching almost SPN level of fucking with fan's minds. Because if Carmy and Syd's level of emotional intimacy/ reliance on each other to fulfill deep-seated self-fulfillment goals is strictly PLATONIC, all I have to say to the writers/cast is:

[things-methinks]

Talking to [leftist/socialist/progressive/whatever] white people as a brown girl is always an experience

[thatfaerieprincess]

Aaaaaaaa tattoo???????????? Maybe??????

[certified-anakinfucker]

ok this is unprompted but if you pride yourself on being the reason people leave a space for something they genuinely love and have done no objective wrong - youre a piece of shit btw. like full send youre horrible.

[whitherwanderer]

20 // hamper

Sawyer huffed as she looked over formulas and figures, the graphite in her hand tapping an impatient spot into the paper where the dulled tip hit it. Even as she reached forwards for her cold tea (per the usual, she’d forgotten it was there while it was hot), she continued to glare down at the page, her brow set into a focused scowl.

Behind her, errant wings tapped at her shoulder—one, two, forcing her to pay attention to her posture in her chair as the other two skittered across the paper lightly and poked at the material samples that lay atop them.

Sawyer turned in her seat as the raen’s pointed nouliths folded neatly against her back, and the raen reached out to touch the page.

“Frustration and fury. No stranger to the Hawk, but poured into what, the oasis rarely knows.”

Sawyer hummed a note, answering in her comparatively unembellished fashion, “Modifications to those tools of yours. I’ve traded letters with some acquaintances in Sharlayan that were thrilled to see an original iteration of the concept and asked for schematics in exchange for…”

She paused, watching the way her partner’s hand felt aimlessly at the fibers of the page. She had tried to involve Amesha in as many steps of the design process as she knew how to, initially, having her try to attune herself to a great many different crystals and conduit metals, but the parchment-bound stage of design was always… rather one-sided.

She made an angry noise to herself at the injustice of it. As much as she tried to offer Amesha agency—asking what might better enable her rather than assuming, giving her a means to feel her way through a space rather than be led. "Unfettered by sight" as she so often described herself, and yet there were still realms that Amesha was kept from.

“...Hawk?” the raen called, the lengthy pause no doubt causing her worry as she reached out comfort Sawyer with a scaled hand that the hyur took and pressed to her cheek.

“Sorry, I was lost in thought for a moment. I… find it unfair that I’ve spent all this time designing these wings of yours and yet I’ve not included you in the design as much as I could. The wood models are serviceable, but only once I’ve gone through iterations upon iterations with little of your input.”

The raen’s head tilted, and though she smiled, she knew better than to placate. She’d learned well than to give Sawyer an empty reassurance when the hyur was set on the idea that something could be improved for her partner’s sake. Honestly, the hyur might have felt more strongly about it than even she did, but she knew Sawyer would argue back, “All the more reason to be a part of the solution.”

Sighing, the raen withdrew her hand and returned it to the page. “Would that quillstroke and letter could be writ into parchment like the river writes a canyon. Engraved upon page as it is engraved upon earth…” With this, her noulith tipped itself into the sheet, pressing a deep line into a corner of the page that nearly threatened to tear.

Sawyer sat up, at first ready to give the raen light admonishment, but quickly stopped herself at a realization. “...That’s less of a fantasy than you imply. I think you’ve quite possibly come up with the first step towards a solution all by yourself.” she mumbled, looking up and around her desk at the various materials there. “Just a moment.”

She leaned forwards to grab for a narrow metal rod, then grabbed for a blank sheet of parchment while she moved all others aside. The shuffle of paper followed by the quiet scraping of metal caused Amessha to wonder quietly what Sawyer was, presumably, sketching onto this new sheet.

“Now,” the hyur said, papers shuffling again. She pulled Amesha’s hand to the table and laid it gently across the parchment, where the raen explored with her fingertips delightedly. “What do you think I’ve drawn?”

Amesha made an unsure noise as she explored, but indeed, she did feel raised lines in the paper. Long, not quite straight, narrowing shapes that met a tight, rounded end. Many of them, fanned out and layered not unlike scales—

“A… bird’s wing?” Amesha questioned, and she could practically hear Sawyer beaming.

“Yes, exactly right,” she said, in that tone Amesha knew meant she’d be spending a while longer hunched over her work table. She was pulled in briefly, a kiss planted on the raen’s cheek before Sawyer excitedly mumbled. “I’ve got some additions to make to my schematics.”

[baron-von-slipped-on-soap]

My dumbass putting off writing what would be a legendary Huntlow jatcch au bc I’m trying so hard to come up with ideas for a Darimila jatcch au even though that specific au is not au’ing

Maybe I should just make. A Howl’s Moving Castle au for those two bc this is not working

WAIT

*scribbles down ideas aggressively* OOOO BUDDY WE HAVE OUR NEW AU

Out of curiosity @petitincendie what do you think

(ik there are like 2 Darimila shippers on tumblr so I’m basically talking to a brick wall but have you ever had an au where the characters just did not want to fit in and you had to give up?)

(Sorry if this is awkward I’ve been overthinking this way too much 😭)

[grumpycakes]

-rests my head on the table-

I’m almost at the YOU’RE TAKING TOO LONG HAND OFF THE PROJECT point one something I’m working on at work. And it’s so hard for me to do that 1 cause I don’t know if my coworkers will do it the way I’m hoping, and 2 cause they’ve gotten on my case for taking too long and not asking for help.

And I can at least ask for help on one part cause it’ll take too long.

But I’m having the hardest time calming down after work.

Like my tension and anxiety and fear of failure is just. EATING AT ME. And I can’t turn it off.

[pizza-feverdream]

Do you believe in the concept of soulmates?

Maybe not in the traditional sense, destiny-bound to be with each other and all that. I do think there are certain people out there that one is bound to "click" with bc of different factors, and it's just a matter of finding them. As in, I think I think there are lots of people you could consider your soul mate, but it's up to you to find them. Also, there may be more than one. (I also think a soul mate could be platonic, or in your family.) I think of it as "someone you're close to with your soul", and that can mean whatever you want it to mean.