#i want to write about it

[fffrost]

Reiko au Post!! (Also a random Bi Han sketch I didn’t finish)

The basic synopsis of this au is that Reiko is good! He ends up working against the rebellion that he was once part of, after he comes to the realization that there is No honor in hurting the people he swore he was fighting for. He ends up working alongside the royal sisters, redeems himself, and over time works his way up through the ranks until he becomes Kitana’s second in command! They grow close and trusting of each other.

[transgortash]

transmasc reading of gortash is so fucking fun. i don't think it's at all applicable or significant to canon or that the writers even thought anywhere close to it. i'm not disillusioned about that, but it's still incredibly fulfilling to me!

[ghostpebble]

okay who thought it was funny to give me a dream that reads like a fanfic

[strawberryclementine]

I wish we had seen how Hina was feeling about Kisaki's death in the Tenjiku Arc, especially because we already saw her response to Emma's death, which he was responsible for. This could have been a really complex and interesting moment for her character! Unfortunately, Kisaki's death is around the time that it becomes clear that her character role was going to be degraded to just a prop and a prize to be possessed (which is ironic, because Kisaki just died).

We don't even see Hinata finding out that Kisaki is the one who killed Emma. We don't even know for a fact that she does find out! Do you think Takemichi would have told her the truth? Do you think she ever asked him about Emma's death, Kisaki's death, or Kisaki in general? How would Takemichi have responded??? This is eating me alive...

She's so deeply involved in the chaos of the Kanto Incident and she doesn't even know it. There is a really interesting tension created by her not knowing the full story (think of chapter 89), but this tension is never broken with her having a realization in front of the viewer. This tension did not simply die with Kisaki: there was still a realization/discovery to be had by Hina, and she would not have taken it lightly.

As the reader, we are supposed to just take it for granted that because Kisaki died she will now be with Takemichi forever. This is fine and makes sense because they're a good couple, but the omission of her realization/feelings about Kisaki's death and the confession of his plan is exemplary of the fact that we aren't supposed to care too much about her perspective. What "mattered", what was shown, was that she remains with Takemichi. Unfortunately, the story often treats her just as much as an object as Kisaki does, but it's not even intentional here.

Don't get me wrong, I love Takemichi and Hinata as a couple, but the storytelling did her very wrong by treating her as prize to be won.

[shioaoi]

I am lying here with an idea for a 1899 fic wtf is wrong with me

[artist-issues]

Why can’t I find any good meta posts or analyses on what made the original Mulan great??

[science-lings]

I’m having so many thoughts that would get me killed right now if I ever chose to share them

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[kitswritingden]

I loop.

Been feeling pretty down lately (personal life slowly sinking into the toilet, and god I wish that was more of a metaphor than it is), and like, on one hand it’s good, cuz I write a lot of angst and writing is one way I deal with my feelings, because it forces me to observe them and rationalise them and contextualise them within a grander narrative. I don’t believe in god or fate (I’d like some comfort please but I don’t trust the universe that way) but it helps to put it on a page and see how the words match up, and it doesn’t need to be resolved (again, angst. Conflict. Loss. Absence. Pain. Loneliness. These things don’t come from nowhere), it’s just nice to say ‘hey, people feel these things. Hello. I’m here.’

But it’s also just—I don’t spiral so much as loop. I’ve said that already. Repetition is emphasis. Writing techniques. Put it in the right order at the right time and it means more than it is. Which is so cool! And I get so excited and happy about it. Then I’m back where I started. I need to say it again. I’m trying to say something different. I loop. There’s more there. I want to reach past it and say something more. The words don’t come. I loop.

Hey. I’m tired. Hello. People is me.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[lazylittledragon]

made a sticker for anyone to slap onto their work if they need to

[elodieunderglass]

changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.

I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.

Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.

No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.

But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Reading fetish erotica with absolutely pristine and morally upright consent and neat and tidy safer sex practices is like watching a Fast and Furious movie where they stop at every stop sign and signal for every lane change and always obey the speed limit.

[ryukatters]

bf!bkg ignoring you because you won’t call him baby or handsome or whatever nickname you usually call him

“Katsuki— have you seen my charger? I can’t find it anywhere.”

You call out as you make your way down the hall from your bedroom. Your boyfriend is sitting on the couch, having a rotting party all by his lonesome to really live out his day off. It’s a rare occurrence for him to be so inactive, but you surmise even pro heroes can be lazy every once in a while.

“Kats?”

Still nothing. You know for a fact that he can hear you, because you can see the way he subconsciously perks up the minute you say something. Definitely charming, but not enough to quell the growing mix of irritation and worry (mostly worry) brewing inside the pits of your stomach.

You make your way across the living room, standing in front of his place on the couch. He’s still not looking at you. No matter, you just decide to straddle him instead. His hands automatically find purchase on your hips, fingers just a few millimeters shy of your ass.

“Katsuki. What’s wrong?”

“Dunno who that is,” he huffs, head turning to the side so you can’t see the way his lips quirk down into a pout. (Because he swears up and down that’s something he never does.)

“Kats?”

“No.”

“‘Suki?”

“Close, but still no.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah, baby?”

"Have you seen my charger, handsome?"

"In your desk drawer on the right."

You smile. You press an innocent kiss to the tip of his nose. He pulls you flush against him before you can pull away, capturing your lips with his, appreciating the way the two of you meld against each other. He tries not to look too disappointed when you lift yourself off him and stand up. You lean down to give him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.

"Love you, Katsuki."

"Think you've got the wrong guy, sweetheart."

[xan-from-space]

Senshi is probably the most fandomized character in Dungeon Meshi, and while I don't exactly mind it, I do think he has more depth than that. I find all his little quirks and idiosyncrasies to be fascinating; he's very stubborn and set in his ways about things that seemingly don't matter, he thinks about things that other people don't, he has a deeply set value system that informs everything he does. He cares A Lot, like, this man cares So Much. That's the kind of person you have to be to drop everything to help a random group of adventurers save one woman. But because he feels so strongly about things, he can also be surprisingly immature at times (although he's also the character most likely to admit he was wrong about something). I think part of that is because he's lived in the dungeon on his own so long that he's not used to working with other people. He will extend empathy and friendship to almost anyone, but he does things his own way, and he doesn’t always feel the need to explain his way of thinking because again, he's usually on his own. He's both incredibly wise and kind of childish in ways that seem contradictory at first, but make more and more sense the more we learn about him. Major kudos to Ryoko Kui's writing and pacing to make that transition so seamless and have all those details from his backstory click into place perfectly. And on a wider thematic level, Senshi is kind of a perfect counterpart to characters like Thistle (or any other dungeon lord). Senshi understands the dungeon in ways that even its creator doesn't. Although everyone is scrambling to take control of the dungeon, Senshi is the one who actually takes care of it. He's the one who thinks about things like nutrition and proper sleep and the ecosystem, all those things that it's easy to ignore when you get swept up by the grandeur of it all. He's the most important character to have present in a story that explores life and death and hunger. His constant, invisible presence holds everything together.

[r-aindr0p]

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