#i support y’all though

[gladiatorcunt]

the two posts i’ve seen about a young version of coryo’s dad are so funny

[sysconversationalist]

I don’t know if this is helpful to the community at large or anything, but I wanna talk about in-system pregnancy for a second.

It’s not an actual pregnancy. I feel like that’s common sense. It’s not going to cause the symptoms that pregnancy would, at least not truly. (Maybe psychosomatic symptoms at most.) People who are pregnant internally should not be in spaces for people who are bodily pregnant. (Again, I feel like that should be common sense, but I have unfortunately seen it.)

That said, a lot of what happens internally can be metaphorical, or for healing purposes. There’s a dozen reasons, just off the top of my head, that a brain might perceive a system member as pregnant.

I’ll use myself as an example. Someone in my system was internally pregnant, and, as we perceived it, gave birth to another system member. As far as I can tell, this in-system kid’s whole purpose is to just be a happy kid that’s never known suffering. Which means a lot to me as someone whose childhood was primarily suffering.

I consider this a split. The system member who ‘gave birth’ to her was happy during that time, but there was so much going on in my life around then, so much stress. Maybe I needed something joyful to focus on.

I can understand why a lot of systems may not have this experience, but I also think it’s ridiculous to say “that’s not something that can happen”. Without giving too many details, a lot of my own trauma involves babies/pregnancy, to a point that I likely would be very awkward around children if not for our in-system kid who I’ve learned to interact with. (Obviously an in-system kid is a lot different from an actual child, but it helped bridge the gap for me.)

To recap: In-system pregnancies are not the same as physical pregnancies, of course they’re not, but that doesn’t mean they don’t happen. They are their own, separate things.

[*As always, this is my personal experience & opinion. I’d try to find sources but, quite frankly, I don’t think there are any. I would love them if anyone knows of any.]

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

Extremely, incredibly loose train of self-deprived thought, but something that Destiny touches upon in numerous ways that I really enjoy is the concept of entitlement and being deserving, especially with Destiny’s context of the Winnower and Gardener.

A sense of entitlement is embedded in many of the beliefs of antagonistic characters that allows them to feel justified in committing large scale acts of “might makes right”. They elevate themselves beyond everyone else in existence, often to the point of claiming godhood, on bases such as believing their understanding of the universe is superior to all others, their strength or cunning gives them the right to overpower others, their ability to climb up from rough origins is evidence that they are owed more from the cosmos than others, and more.

There are plenty of beliefs in Destiny that hinge on the fact that there are ways to prove that you are more deserving of power over others and existence than anyone else; that you are impressive enough that the universe should reward your adamance and your voice should resound louder than whole civilizations.

To a lot of characters with an enlarged sense of self, the inhabitants of the universe are pieces in a game meant for them to compete against or utilize in order to win; means to an end that will give them a sense of purpose or fulfillment that will remain when all else threatens to fall to the inevitability the Winnower tells of.

The competitiveness the Winnower cherishes is mimicked in these supposed certainties, even from beings that don’t claim fealty to it.

People look at the struggles of existence and confuse that for the most prominent, and therefore most important, facet of existing. They think they can “win” at existence by triumphing against its struggles and perpetuating them, no matter its cost to others who must “lose”.

Yet, when I think of characters feeling entitled to a higher position that allows them to determine what treatment everyone should be granted by them, I think of the quote from the game A Night in the Woods that goes “So I believe in a universe that doesn’t care, and people who do”.

Satisfyingly enough, these Destiny characters meet resistance and circumstances that show their feelings of “objective” superiority can be shattered by those they try to conquer, showing that there is no way to truly elevate yourself above others in a way the universe respects enough to defend, only ways to deceive yourself into thinking you are different from beings exactly like you and that life is to be won, not merely experienced.

There are always people who care and will join together to defeat those that think that if they deserve more, others must deserve less, and time after time, the communal show the entitled that the universe didn’t care about them before their “ascent” and won’t care about them after.

The Winnower’s conditional love and approval won’t save you from it seeking others when the cycle of life and death finds you like any other. The Winnower will not come to you in your hour of need.

Villainous characters spend so much of their lives letting the cruelty of reality determine the extent of their philosophies instead of understanding that they are cheating themselves out of the value of communal support and the infinite possibilities of living no objective purpose allows for.

When Ghaul reasoned that him climbing out of his life as an abandoned orphan to become Dominus should mean he deserved the light more than others, he forfeited what he was already entitled to (a chance of defining his own life and creating his own meaning) to gain what had no inherent value (the approval of a “god”) at the expense of forming potential bonds with those he trampled over.

Clovis Bray’s obsession with assuring the importance of his bloodline at any cost lead to him losing the respect of his family and everyone who would meet him for what in return? Him stroking his own ego? The ability to brag about what he achieved to forests that don’t have to be dark?

“I am reminded of my home. I am reminded of the warmth of the sun and the embrace of my family. I am reminded of my father’s face. I am reminded of everyone I betrayed. All the blood spilled in the name of immortality. The warmth of the sun burns me with its memory. What is this feeling? I do not want it.” - Savathûn, Hawkmoon lore tab

Destiny often speaks about things that it believes everyone is entitled to, in line with the philosophies of the Gardener, based solely off of the fact that they are a being with sentience: free will, autonomy, an individual pursuit for purpose, etc.

These do not have to be earned or won, let alone proven to those who make themselves the judges of others while standing on the same level as them. You are alive and that is enough.

The acknowledgment that others being alive is enough for them to deserve the ability to make their own fate, free from the violence of others, allows for acts of mutualism/commensalism when others only prioritize individual adaptive fitness.

You have just as much as a say on where you think meaning lies as people who seem grander than reality, and by acknowledging that you don’t have to submit to conclusions that could possibly be drawn from natural laws or the silence of the stars, you open up the possibility of the enrichment community can bring.

By seeing your existence and freedom as an entitlement, you make it non-negotiable and by respecting the entitlements of others, you open up the possibility of joining arms to find against those who think autonomy should not be a guarantee.

I think I’ve thought about this for far too long and written about it too poorly.

[eclecticwordblender]

that clip of nirmala sitharaman implying patriarchy does not exist because indira gandhi was the PM of India and women work in ISRO etc. literally has comments of males opposing her (surprisingly no character assassinations or misogynistic slurs).

these women are for real the biggest hinderances to our liberation. how exactly is the rest of the world to take the feminist cause seriously when educated women in power have such pick-me coded things to say?

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday 📝

Tagged by @tizniz and @fortheloveofbuddie

So even though yesterday’s snippet kinda flopped like a dead fish, I kept at it and ended up writing almost 1K for my buddie Fantasy AU! 🤩

I’ve been trying to work on my descriptive writing and am quite happy with how this turned out.

(Prev snippet here & AU synopsis here)

The sun is still sitting below the horizon, its light not yet touching the city and waking it from its slumber, when he hears a crash from down an alley. He knows it’s probably a bad idea to investigate, that a mysterious noise in a dark alley is an opening in almost every crime drama for a reason, but someone could be in trouble and Buck’s conscience won’t just let him walk on by without checking. He makes his way down the alley, his steps quick but cautious, careful not to make too much noise. If someone dangerous is lurking down here, he doesn’t want to give away his position so easily. Assuming they don’t have a visual on him already.

Buck's heart thuds in his chest as he moves further into the alleyway. The alley is shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the streetlight on the road that is struggling to pierce through the shadows. The air is heavy with something that smells like rotten eggs, the scent so thick it makes Buck gag. He covers his nose and mouth with his hand, trying to block the pungent smell as best he can.

He reaches the end of the alleyway but finds no one, only a dumpster overflowing with construction waste and a rat that quickly scurries off into the darkness. Buck scoffs and shakes his head at himself; trust him to wander all the way down an alley because of a rat. As he turns to leave and continue his trek home, he jolts with a sudden fright. Standing at the mouth of the alley is a large dog.

“Holy fuck,” Buck exclaims, pressing a hand to his chest, his heart beating rapidly under his palm. “You scared the shit out of me buddy.”

The dog lifts it’s head as if sniffing the air and emits a low growl that has the hair on Buck’s arms and the back of his neck standing up. The dog begins to move forward, its form seeming to grow larger with each step until the once Rottweiler sized dog is now the size of a small horse, it’s shoulder easily at Buck’s hip height.

With trembling hands, Buck pulls out his phone and turns on the flashlight, casting a dull light onto the creature. Its black fur blends in with the darkness of the night and appears short in length everywhere apart from what Buck can only describe as a mane mullet along the back of its neck. It has razor- sharp claws protruding from each massive paw and its face is scarred and skeletal in appearance, its eyes blood red and glowing, pointed teeth on full display as it snarls at Buck.

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[scuorge10]

Y’all can like Eurylochus without dragging Polites down by the way, in case y’all need a reminder.

I genuinely don’t understand why a lot of y’all are dead set on dragging Polites through the mud just to try and make Eurylochus look like a better character. Just say that you like Eurylochus’ character better and that you wish he was appreciated more by the fandom as a whole.

[bleue-flora]

Yo! Just noticed it’s the anniversary of when I finished my second fanfic Dreamcatcher, which is the work I actually started to lean into writing fanfiction (since my first work I really just wrote for myself before being encouraged to share it).

So, in honor of that, here is some of the original second nightmare which was actually written from Dream’s pov before I ended up changing it to Punz’s.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Referenced Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Profanity.

Dream is wet and panting, in a puddle of watery red flowing into an equally crimson pond to his side, where the non diluted liquid gets thicker.

There’s white fur stuck in it as the body of a dog, slashed to bits lies there next to him. Both sitting in the despairing silence of the box.

Tears form in the corners of his eyes and his vision gets blurry, but he doesn’t let them fall. He just exhales.

Why does everything die around him? Why does everything he dare to care a smidge about get taken from him?

As if to follow his thoughts, the white turns to black. The fluffy bloodied dog shifts into a cat that’s long since stopped breathing. Dream turns his head, and faintly smirks at the sight of the additional body sprawled out on the floor next to him.

He mutters to the corpse under his breath, rolling his eyes, “To be fair, you were being a bitch. Like don’t blame me, you know you d—deserved it… I mean I lasted like—how long before beating your head in? That’s pretty impressive—pretty fucking impressive, you know.”

Tommy’s body doesn’t respond, just stays there, unmoving and uncharacteristically quiet. His face swollen and bruised, not unlike the innocent cat he beat to death.

Then his body evaporates and Dream finds himself in a new room, accented with black walls and bedrock. It’s detail is perfectly ominous like he wanted.

He’s kneeling, unguarded by armor with an audience of people surrounding him. His heart beats rapidly threatening to burst out of his chest at the danger. But he ignores it.

Indignant, Tommy rips off the mask that always covers his face. Exposing his pale skin to the cool air and the venomously judging faces.

Despite the frustration at his denial of privacy, he doesn’t so much as dignify it with a flinch. It was expected. He was ready. He’s not about to show weakness in front of a crowd.

They are silent as the axe lands, and lands again before lady death finally embraces him.

They are silent as the sword finds its place in his chest and he falls to the ground, bleeding out into the cold stone beneath him.

It’s ok. He knew this would happen. It was expected, it was planned. He didn’t know they’d kill him twice, but it’s fine.

On one life, he makes his way back down with sharp pain running through his veins. Somehow it seems duller than the pain in the prison cell, though it can’t have been less excruciating.

Tommy once again stands above him savagely firing arrows away. As they pierce his flesh and bone, he searches the cold faces around him and listens intently, hoping to hear one sound of objection to his approaching final death.

Surely, someone will say something, right? Surely, someone will oppose his final death, right? Surely, they woundn’t let Tommy kill him off in cold blood. Would they?

But there’s nothing from them. Absolutely nothing. Standing there, dripping in blood, he feels his heart entirely disintegrate into nothing. Leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake.

Then suddenly he’s freezing from more than just death and despondency. He’s surrounded by ice. Their pillars, tall and sharp, casting the land in a pointed terrain. Despite the bone chilling air and his frozen insides, he stands, planted to the ground, looking at a sign pinned to the glacier. The wood marking the death of his parrot that travelled so far only to die there.

A deep sigh is released from his lungs and the scene smears into broad strokes of colors. Until a well known bleak room encases him in lava and obsidian again.

Sitting there with nothing but the annoying sounds of the prison to keep him company, he wonders if he’s always destined to lose everything. Was it always going to end up like this? Was he always going to end up alone?

[starry-scarl3tt]

is this what addiction feels like

thank you so much for every single person out there who is just as mentally deranged as i am, i love you with all that is left of my heart 🫶🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️❤️

[nympippi]

The next one on my list is Robin Arellano!!!

He likes rock n roll, milkshakes, and watching scary movies!

In this au, Robin definitely is trying to block out everything that happened to him. Any mention of the grabber and he’s changing the subject, and is uncomfortable.

He tries very hard to not be affected by it, to not think about how he couldn’t kill the bastard who did that to him, but in the end it does effect him. It effects him a lot.

Robin can’t stand the scars on his forearms, they’re always going to remind him of what he “failed” to do in his mind, something he knows isn’t his fault but can’t help but blame himself for. He doesn’t wear his bandannas anymore after having to see his cut up and bloodied one from his own kidnapping be put in an evidence bag.

He tries everything to forget what happened to him, to try and be stronger, and better in case there’s another grabber out there.

Robin blames himself a lot for what happened, he doesn’t know how or why it is but he just knows it is his fault that Finn was kidnapped, it was his fault that he couldn’t kill the grabber, it was his fault that he was kidnapped because he should’ve known better, and it was his fault for getting murdered…

He tries to keep it inside and tries to look unaffected and happy like he used to be but like all the others, Robin is a traumatized child who didn’t know any better and that is something that infuriates him.

[deus-ex-mona]

when the lip differs from the lip

[coincasual]

it’s a little early for a new year post but…

i’ve been on tumblr for about a year now and i am so happy to be here :)

y’all are so kind and sweet!

i used to just doodle and draw fanart and just store it away in folders and files

and i’m just so happy to have people to share it with💖🫶✨

i don’t have a lot of friends irl, and even less irl friends that have the same interests as me

so it’s really nice to be able to share my art with y’all :)

here’s to another wonderlandiful year!!! 🎉🫖✨

💖💖💖💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

[tariah23]

I don’t have much context for what was said and what happened but I don’t think I’d stop supporting Palestine because of what was said. He’s just one person. Idk, stop treating these people like idols and trends I guess 🫡? Then you won’t be disappointed when they go mask off racist. Your support should extend further than idolization.

[bajaja-blast]

THE DREAM SMP FANDOM IS STILL ALIVE?????

HELLO WHAT??? 😭💀💀💀

[bookishfeylin]

Do you like any other ships like Feyquin or Feycien or are you a diehard Feylin

I used to envision Feyquin in an AU where Feyre doesn’t. you know. STEAL from Tarquin and brainwash him and do blackface buttttttt I’ve frankly faced so much harassment for loving Feylin that it’s made me even more set in my love for the ship and now I’m at the point where I don’t like the idea of any other Feyre ship lol

[etherealising]

also we’re just gonna blame all this angst on the fact that you whores (lovingly) read chapter 2 and never told me i spelled ‘existing’ wrong 🫠🙃

[toespoon]

desperately need to know what rcg would think of all the depraved fanfiction written abt their characters. Would they not give a shit? Would they think it’s hilarious? Would they hate it? Will never know