#i should set this to music

[margindoodles2407]

You know what? You're Absolutely Right

Shanty for Side-Tracked Authors

I set about to write a tale of heroes brave and true, I'd primed my hands and paper for the story to come through- But when my pen was in my grasp, there came a merry knock, And a Sailor I found on my doorstep, to take me down to the docks.

We're going to the docks, me boys, a'sailin' we will go, Upon a ship we'll cast away to sail o'er the fathoms below! Leave ye behind your manuscript and stationery-box: Put out to sea, ye authors: we're going to the docks!

The ship sat in the harbor like a writer at her desk, With neither clue nor inkling as to where her tale'd progress. A harpoon was thrust into my hands as up the plank I walked And it looked a little like the pen I'd left behind for the docks.

We're going to the docks, me boys, a'sailin' we will go, Upon a ship we'll cast away to sail o'er the fathoms below! Leave ye behind your manuscript and stationery-box: Put out to sea, ye authors: we're going to the docks!

We sailed for many a month and day upon that open sea, And our voyage seemed as aimless as my writing had felt to me. I often sat atop the nest, a'drowning in the thoughts Of what I would've written had I not gone down to the docks…

We're going to the docks, me boys, a'sailin' we will go, Upon a ship we'll cast away to sail o'er the fathoms below! Leave ye behind your manuscript and stationery-box: Put out to sea, ye authors: we're going to the docks!

So listen up, ye authors, with your outlines and rough-drafts, Beware the Sailor's knock that comes as you're practicing your craft: Make sure your doors are bolted tight and double-check your locks, For if ye be not careful, you'll be dragged away to the docks!

We're going to the docks, me boys, a'sailin' we will go, Upon a ship we'll cast away to sail o'er the fathoms below! Leave ye behind your manuscript and stationery-box: Put out to sea, ye authors: we're going to the docks!

And what of me? Where am I now? What has become of me? Well me lads, I'm now a sailor on that wide, blue, salty sea My writing I've forsaken, be that for the better (or not) Until I can return to port and run back down to the dock!

We're going to the docks, me boys, a'sailin' we will go, Upon a ship we'll cast away to sail o'er the fathoms below! Leave ye behind your manuscript and stationery-box: Put out to sea, ye authors: we're going to the docks!

"to the docs we go" i say, intending to write

"to the DOCKS we go" says the eighteenth-century sailor lad who lives in my head

i nod in assent. he is clearly wiser than i. to the docks we go

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[bet-on-me-13]

What if I'm the Monster?

(Based on Monster from Epic the Musical, it's incredible, give it a listen)

So! For the past few years, Danny has done nothing but defend Amity Park from Agressive Ghosts, Lunatic Ghost Hunters, and the GIW, all on his own. But no matter what he does, he is always seen as a Monster by the people of the town, just for being a Ghost.

Over the years he has lost a lot.

His Best Friend. His Mentor. His Mom.

Tucker was caught by the GIW and arrested for helping Phantom, and was never heard from again. His Parents still visit the Mayor's office for any word of him, but no one has any idea what happened.

Danny and Clockwork had a falling out after Danny refused to go down his intended path. He wanted to live his own life, one not predetermined by a Time God. Clockwork had told him that he would regret the decision, and left.

And his Mom had died after discovering his secret. She had surprisingly accepted him, but then the GIW had tried to capture him and she decided to defend him, and she got caught in the crossfire.

Every time Danny tried defending the people of Amity Park, he was vilified and hated even more. He would never be a Hero in their eyes, he was no Justice League. He had lost so much just defending them, but he couldn't bring himself to resent them, they didn't know what they were doing, it was how they were supposed to think. He still needed to defend them.

But he could no longer do so acting as the Hero.

Being a Hero stopped him from raiding the base that he assumed Tucker was being held in. Being a Hero led him to disagreeing with Clockworks advice. Being a Hero led to his Mom's death.

So he would be The Monster, instead.

[gutsfics]

so. i just watched most of the new quintonreviews Sam & Cat video and for Reasons i looked up both Goomer and Frankini on ao3 and theres only One Single Fic thats tagged with Goomer/Frankini. fucking criminal.

double criminal for it being tagged as "past Frankini/Goomer" bc the actual relationship focused in the fic is fuCKING GOOMER/DICE. BITING AND KILLING.

[ashleyslorens]

the tortured poet composer

[cillyscribbles]

obsessed with ideas of what a fight between those two would look like...

[cyphyra]

can we all agree for a minute that games dont need to look any more real? like we're at a point where you can sometimes guess a video game scene is from a live action film if you see it blind, we dont need to make them any more detailed, because it just drives up the costs of the consoles that run them

game devs need to stop making graphics engines more advanced and start optimizing their shit better cause if you include potato settings for a game and my custom-build pc starts whirring up like a fucking bomb, something is deeply wrong there

[deus-ex-mona]

favourite stupid relationship dynamic: idiots who would immediately protect and defend the other but never themself

[isp-annafer]

Isekai Polites snippet 2

When Polites had started wearing his glasses, he had begged Odysseus for a piece of the best cloth he had. Just a small square, leftovers from the many tunics and drapes and other sewing-related items the palace had.

To clean my glasses with, he had claimed.

Odysseus had given him that and more by also carving a small container, the inside lined with more of the soft, expensive cloth he and Eurylochus had spent hours scouring the markets for because they refused to settle for giving Polites scraps.

“Eurylochus and I thought you’d want one. To keep it safe when you’re not using it,” Odysseus had said.

Polites had, predictably, tackled Odysseus, and they had rolled and wrestled on the floor, laughing, while an exasperated Eurylochus stood at the side, holding Polites’s glasses and ‘glass case’ with careful, careful hands.

At that time, it had been the most genuine show of trust Polites had ever given him. Those glasses had been the last piece of home Polites had, or so he claimed. They had never really found out where he had come from, only that it was far beyond the sea. He’d been the only survivor of a shipwreck when he was young, and the glasses had been one of the few things he hadn’t lost.

The moment Polites and Odysseus had met, they had gotten along immediately. Polites had looked at Odysseus as if there was nothing Odysseus couldn’t do, and it was a faith so unwavering that Odysseus was helplessly charmed and determined to be worthy of it.

But for Eurylochus, there was no instant, unwavering faith. He and Polites were friends, there was no denying it, but it had taken time for Polites to stop looking at Eurylochus strangely, whatever barricade hidden behind his eyes crumbling as time chipped away at its defenses.

He could still remember it, even years later. The turning point of their friendship.

The way Polites had stared at Odysseus, still seeming surprised at every show of care despite their friendship. The way he had taken the gift with gentle hands, turning it over before pulling off the glasses from his face, placing it in the wooden container, and snapping the little box closed.

“Thank you, my friends,” Polites had said softly.

The way Polites had, a moment later, said slowly, but with growing brightness, “Eury—“ And Eurylochus had jerked, because Polites had never called him that before. Polites lips had twitched into a grin, his eyes shining with laughter. “Hold my glasses.”

The way he had so easily dropped it into Eurylochus’s hands when, before, Polites had rarely ever let anyone else touch it.

Even startled, Eurylochus had caught it. What else could he do, when he had finally been shown that faith he thought only Odysseus would ever be given?

And then he groaned as, immediately right after, Polites had tackled Odysseus into a very rough hug that sent them both to the floor in a laughing mess of limbs that Eurylochus avoided with a tired sigh. But he kept Polites’s glasses safe, and he strived to be worthy of that trust since then.

[idliketobeatree]

it's been one of those days. let me share my alive/dead(?) girl detectives playlist for your sapphic yearning needs

[akkivee]

idk if i ever got around to just commenting how strange it was that juto and rei swapped palettes in their bp outfits but it’s strange that they did lol and now we got juto straight up wearing his blazer the way rei wears his fur coat in the mtc album art

and now i’m really wondering if there was more to those duos in the block party lol

[tomcat-radio]

Rarely post about my actual life or stuff I’m doing but I get to see Belle and Sebastian live in just 3 short days!!! I’ve been looking forward to this for months, they’re probably my favourite band of all time and I’ve been listening to them since I was an actual toddler. I’m the most excited I’ve been in like a year and will absolutely update afterwards.

[yearnoyama]

Happy birthday ritsuka uenoyama the entirety of given DOSENT DESERVE U AT ALL

[alangdorf]

Listened to Eternal Dance Engine ~ Shall We Dance!! one too many times (and then like a hundred more times afterwards for good measure) and dropped everything to go draw this. Also tried out a new shading process which kinda did what I wanted it to but I’ll keep experimenting

[icewindandboringhorror]

"We can get through this by working together, reach out to your friends, community is all we have, a social network will be your security in the world, now is the time to lean on others!"

I do agree, and it's scientifically sound (pretty sure there is data about how people with better social networks live longer and etc) but also....augh..... what about the severe social issues, difficulty to leave the house, physical issues which lead to like zero socialization energy a majority of the time, etc. etc. Social support can be a replacement for structural support, but.. I guess I just wish it didn't have to be. Community is extremely difficult to build, even moreso if you're someone who has issues with social cues or group conversations or even just being around others in the first place. And blah, nuance, of course I'm just complaining or maybe being too negative or maybe misunderstanding, but, I hardly have the energy to brush my hair once every 2 months.. how am I supposed to maintain a wide social network and be active in a Community and Join Groups lol... sometimes it kind of feels like "er.. well if thats my only option then...... ruh roh". It's overwhelming

[mellotronmkll]

Does anyone else get the thing of like you're already so obsessed with something that you're like it would probably be good if I was less obsessed with this / I need to shut up about this but at the same time you constantly find yourself thinking I have Got to get more obsessed with this. I have Got to get more obsessed