#i’m tired y’all

[arodabi]

Aros should be allowed to kill

[moodyvoid]

someone on Twitter said “Today I learned that people with ADHD don’t miss people.” and it has almost 50k likes

[witchertits]

[bobfloydsbabe]

The man I’ve been talking so much about is a great guy, but I’m starting to think he’s not ready to date. He burns hot and cold, and yesterday when I tried to confirm a time for us to meet, he stopped responding. He essentially ghosted me for 24-ish hours, then texted “sorry I didn’t reply” around noon today. That’s it. When I asked if he was okay, he said “nope.” There’s more, but we’d be here forever if I had to relay all of it. I’ve put a lot of effort into this and shown him a lot of grace, but I’m not going to keep pushing at someone who isn’t willing to do the same for me. If he wanted to he would, and it seems like he doesn’t after all.

[h0neyandthemoon]

It’s always selfie this, nude that - where are the folks who get off remembering that time they caught the faint scent of your shampoo as you walked past them?

[dancingwiththefae]

Say it with me slowly. If the character is queer then it’s not queerbaiting. If the character is queer then it’s not queerbaiting. Being upset your ship didn’t happen is not queerbaiting. A queer relationship being portrayed in a way you didn’t like is not queerbaiting. The character is queer. It’s not queerbaiting.

Now repeat that until you understand the definition of the words you’re throwing out for discourse

[blinddreams24]

Judgement

With Dust

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“Dust?” You asked. He stopped just as he passed you in the hall. He didn’t turn to look at you but seemed like he was in a hurry. “Where are you-?”

“Stay with Horror.” He commanded roughly. “He’s in the kitchen. Don’t leave him.” He started marching down the hall again.

“Wait, is something wrong? Aaaand you’re gone. Nevermind.” You huffed and started towards the kitchen. Maybe Horror needed help? Or he was having another episode? But ‘don’t leave him’ implied that if that were the case, Nightmare would have been called instead. Unless Dust thought you would do better? Just in case, your pace sped up.

You rounded the corner into the kitchen. “Horror, are you okay?” Your slightly panicked state blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

Horror looked up from the stove where he was currently making macaroni and chicken nuggets, Killer’s favorite. In his hand was a wooden spoon, his grin was casual, and him eyelight focused on you in recognition. His brows furrowed as he processed your question.

“Mm… yeah? Are… you okay?” He shot back at you. “You’re… stiff.”

You sighed. “I thought… I don’t know. Dust said to come find you and not leave you. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Definitely not that he was biting into Nightmare’s limbs again. Nope. Not that.

The grin on Horror’s face widened. “You thought… I was feral… again.” He chuckled.

You sputtered. “I-! Horror-!”

“Nah.” He interrupted before you could deny his claim. “It’s… fine. You weren’t… hurt. That’s… important.” He turned back to the stove.

Awkwardly, you shuffled over to peer over his shoulder at the food. You took note of the salt and pepper shakers nearby. “Soooo… do you know where Dust went?” You hoped he wasn’t mad at you after the other day. Your arm was still dramatically swaddled in bandages that itched. You couldn’t come up with a good reason for him to be mad at you, he had looked rather upset with himself actually, but that didn’t stop you from speculating. Was it the knife? Had that set him off more than you thought? Was he avoiding you because you’d reminded him of his past?

“Dust? He went… on a mission. Took Killer… and Cross. He’ll be back… later.” Horror shrugged. The wooden spoon was tapped on the side of the pot and set down before Horror turned to face you.

“Oh.” That made sense. They had things to do and couldn’t afford to carry you around like the dead weight you were. Really, you’d only slow them down. Though, Dust seemed rough when he talked to you. Maybe it still had something to do with you.

“Y/n.”

Your attention snapped to Horror as you realized you’d spaced out. He looked concerned.

“What is it?” He asked slowly.

“I…” I’m fine. It’s nothing. I’m sorry, I just spaced out for a second there. I’m fine, really. “I don’t know. Dust was… rough when he left. I… Do… Do you think he’s mad at me? For the other day? I didn’t mean to scare him. I just… I didn’t know.” You shrank under the taller skeleton’s gaze and looked at your feet. “I’m sorry.”

A chuckle shocked you as Horror turned back to the food. “Dust isn’t… mad.” He stirred the noodles again before seeming to approve the consistency and walked the pot to the sink. You helped him scrape the noodles into the strainer-“Colander.”-colander with the wooden spoon and he dropped a stick of butter into the still hot pot.

“It’s called a colander?” You peeked into the sink.

“Yeah.” Horror tapped the bowl. “Strainer’s the thing… with wires. Better for… sifting flour. Not noodles.” He chuckled at you as the timer on the stove went off. You handed him the oven mitts and stepped back.

“…You’re sure Dust isn’t mad?”

Horror’s laugh echoed through the castle. “Yes! Have you seen… Dust angry? He doesn’t… beat… around the… bush.” He set the tray of chicken nuggets on the stove and turned the over off. “If he… was mad… everyone would know. Especially you… But he’s not… mad. Not… at you.” That last sentence sounded like an afterthought.

“…What do you mean? Not at me? Who’s he mad at?” You questioned.

Horror shook his head. “Not… important. Dust can tell you… later. Here.” He handed the spoon to you and picked up the stra- colander. With your help, he carefully poured the macaroni noodles back into the pot.

You dropped the topic of Dust at the promise of information later. That didn’t stop you from worrying but now you were content to wait.

Lunch was eaten, Nightmare came out just long enough to eat before dismissing himself back to his office, and you and Horror were watching a movie in the living room when Cross’s portal opened in the hallway. You bounded off the couch to peek around the corner at them, Horror giggling at you. Someone you didn’t recognize was talking.

“-come b-b-back for th-that favor-or-or l-later, a-abomination. D-D-Don’t forge-get that.” Growled a voice that glitched terribly.

You looked around the corner where Cross stood over a panting Killer, who was splayed across the floor and dripping hate. Dust was still on the other side of the portal, talking to someone out of sight.

“I won’t.” Dust answered, curt but not rude. With the conversation apparently done, Dust entered the castle as the portal shut behind him. He kicked Killer softly. “You good?”

“I hate you.” Killer groaned back.

“Anything new?”

“Shut up. Let me die.”

Cross chuckled, turned away from the two, and saw you in the doorway. “Hey, y/n. Wassup?” Killer groaned.

You glanced between the three skeletons. “Uhh… Hi? What did you do to Killer?”

Dust grinned and kicked Killer again. “Nothing.”

“Stop.” Killer complained.

Cross laughed at the beaten skeleton. “Killer just took on an entire au by himself. He’ll be fine.”

That didn’t calm you at all. “What?! Killer are you okay?!?” You rushed to his side. He had hundreds of cuts, big and small, and several forming bruises. At least, from what you could see. No doubt there was more damage under his clothes.

He grinned weakly at you. “Aw. You’re concerned for lil ol’ me? I’m flattered, kiddo. You can blame Dust for the, well, dust. It was his idea.” His head lifted to look at Dust. “Are you done with me now?”

Dust folded his arms and looked at Cross, who shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Go get yourself cleaned up, Killer.”

Cross helped Killer to his feet and headed towards the infirmary. You took a step after them but stopped when you glanced over your shoulder at Dust. He stood with his hands in his pockets, watching you, waiting for you to make a decision on who to follow.

You stepped back. “Dust.”

“Y/n.” He nodded. “I assume you have questions.”

“Yeah.”

“Shoot.”

You rocked on your heels. “Uh, what exactly did you do today?”

“Destroyed an au.”

That made you freeze for a second. “…uhhhhhh… well, um, how’d you do that? Doesn’t Nightmare try not to destroy whole worlds?”

“I called in a favor with a… friend. And I got Nightmare’s permission for that.” Dust’s nonchalant attitude had you at a loss for words. He sighed. “Look, I called in a favor but it came with conditions, Cross had to be transport cause my ‘friend’ wasn’t going to taxi me and Killer around. Basically, if I didn’t let anyone touch him and offered him a favor later, he’d help us completely destroy Lustswap. As it turns out, it was some sort of multiversal traffic hub. Bastards. I had Killer clear them out ‘cause,” He gave your arm a pointed look. “he needed to fix a mistake. Me and Cross stayed back to guard Er- my friend. That’s why Killer’s so messed up. That make sense to you?”

Your thoughts were racing. He helped destroy a whole au, made Killer do most of it, and Cross was a taxi? No, wait, he didn’t say that. “I… you… Why?” Was all you could get out.

Dust raised a brow. “Why what?”

“…Why’d you destroy it? I don’t understand… I mean, I’m… relieved… that it’s gone but… why?”

“Y/n. We did it for you.” You froze. “Did… Did you think it wasn’t for you? That we just randomly lashed out at one au specifically?”

You fumbled for your words. “Why?”

Dust’s face scrunched up in concern. “We… Y/n, we love you. You’re family. Why wouldn’t we?”

We love you.

You’re family.

…Family.

Dust hugged you, startling you from your thoughts. You found your voice. “I don’t deserve it. Your love.”

A rumbling growl came from the skeleton. “You shut up. You’re not allowed to talk bad about yourself, you hear me? No bad talk, no judging. That’s not your job.” He squeezed you gently. “It’s mine.”

You hugged him back. There was silence for a few minutes before you spoke. “…Thank you.”

“No problem, kiddo.”

[i-am-a-fan]

Sees post about how all the LMK characters are intelligent in their own ways: could you elaborate on that point...please?

Okay i’m so sorry to the bunch of other asks in my in-box. This is freshest on my mind and so its easier for me to respond.

Okay. So. Usually in each show there’s the naive character/ the dumb character that kinda becomes the butt of the joke or has to learn a hard lesson. Except EVERYONE in Lego Monkie kid is this character, and everyone also isn’t.

Mei is a technical wizard who has built her own motorcycle, piloted mechs, built an underground base and also provides Mk with some life wisdom sometimes. But she’s also impulsive, and childish at times.

Pigsy has more life knowledge and cooking expertise. He has been shown to give Mk and others lectures about being more responsible or how hard work is good work. But he also can neglect emotional issues and get stubborn. (Trying to dig out of a palace cell with a ceramic spoon)

Tang has more book knowledge and is clearly well versed in history. But he’s lazy and prefers to keep his hands clean when possible. More so, he ALSO has a hard time listening to others. (Wow, a shocker)

Sandy has great emotional knowledge and is clearly a skilled fighter. He knows how to navigate wildlife (tying ropes to trees to find his way back) and has vast knowledge in teas (creating his own brews.) Sadly, he’s so one-dimensional at this point that there is nothing really to him. :/

Wukong has a vast knowledge on artifacts and his own skills. He’s a trained fighter and is clearly witty. But, maybe you’ve guessed it, he’s stubborn (and has a hard time trusting others.)

Redson is just a whole package that I don’t think I’m going to fully unpack, but mechanics + magic + teaching abilities + insecurities + impulsive.

Mk might be impulsive and have a hard time with his priorities, but he’s clearly a good strategist. He’s good at negotiations (look at how he was able to STAY THE NIGHT at his ENEMIES house when they were clearly looking for something IN THAT HOUSE.) He’s able to come up with plans on the spot, and has Mei to help fill in the spots.

You see, these characters are meant to interlock. Where pigsy lacks, Tang makes up for it. Where Mei messes up, Mk is there to fix it. So on, so forth. It’s really great because that means you can basically pick any two characters and have them compliment each others strengths, yet draw out each others weakness. (You can also look at all the other characters. Jin and Yin are an exception because I said so.)

Thus, it’s really easy to make joke comics when looking at the places where no character overlaps.

It’s so fun to see comfort where the characters overlap and build on each other.

And it’s so heart breaking when comparing where only one character can actually succeed.

[trashogram]

Ugh

[yallwildinrn]

(Dragging myself by my hands across the ground) must… write… must… finish chapter…

[hemlock-philosophy]

Life is too short and cruel to transfems for me to really hold grudges towards any. I’ve seen a lot of posts talking about the non existent sense of community and yeah I imagine there’s a lot of people who would probably throw me to the wolves if given the chance. But I can’t help but project, I’ve seen too many in shitty situations to not give any transfem the benefit of the doubt regardless of their circumstances.

[bobfloydsbabe]

To the anon in my inbox who’s upset I only recommend fics written by my friends:

They became my friends because I talked to them about their stories. Because I reblogged their fics and commented on them. They’re my friends because I support them. If there’s an author or fic you think I’m missing out on, please let me know, but don’t send bitter anonymous asks like that. It’s not cool.

Goodnight 😴

[concerning-goth]

Been getting so many of my biggest kinks and fantasies fulfilled over the past many months… but ultimately all it’s done is stripped bare how deeply achingly I just want to be in love.

[tlcartist]

Not to sound like an anti intellectual or anything but the constant philosophical analysis of media is exhausting after a certain point. And this is coming from someone who enjoys media analysis.

Like, yes we live in a capitalist hellscape. Yes we’re constantly being marketed to. Yes nearly every piece of media you see is meant to sell you a ✨product✨ and yes that sucks ass. HOWEVER, I think it’s absolutely possible to understand that and still want to engage with that piece of media regardless. I don’t necessarily think knowing all of that removes all value from it or even that it means it can’t have artistic merit.

“This piece of media is promoting a brand or product” and “I still think it has an interesting story to tell” are thoughts that can coexist. They aren’t mutually exclusive.

We should absolutely continue critiquing media. We should continue working to ensure that original stories get produced and promoted to larger audiences, especially those told by marginalized voices. But imma be real with you, sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I need a temporary break and escapism via “superficial” media. Sometimes I just want to have fun for a bit. And yes there are no apolitical actions in society and yes my ability to engage with this type of media at all comes from a place of privilege. But goddamnit sometimes I just want to watch the Barbie movie or wear makeup or watch dumb anime and it doesn’t always have to be that deep.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

I have a small suggestion because I keep seeing things like it—-

WHY DO YALL KEEP PUTTING WHITE FEMALE GIFS ON FICS THAT CLEARLY STATE ARE POC FEATURED???

I’m so at a loss bc as a WHITE FEMALE MYSELF I don’t understand why y’all do this?? It’s not that hard to put a gif of a black/ POC girl gif on a post???

[delulu-4-lewlew]

Why does it feel like I’ve been watching this race for 2 hours?