#i'll find a better one eventually

[gapbetweendimensions]

having thoughts about the ocs fhat yall know nothing about. anyway.

madeline's flowers being diane's favorite. diane always keeps at least one on her wherever she goes.

fae in this universe being able to choose where to put their faery ring. and although most decide to place it in a vulnerable area, madeline puts her's in a ring in her head so diane and jameson don't accidentally step in it and owe her anything. (because although they know she would never ask anything big of them, she still can't bear the thought of it.)

fae being able to lie. madeline telling diane and jameson that she's never been happier. they don't know any better.

[mildmayfoxe]

LOW STOCK ALERT!!! 🗣️🗣️ got ten or less of each of these bad boys and can't guarantee if or when they'll be comin back. get em while the gettin's good: click

[buttercup-art]

hey

[grapecaseschoices]

i know people dont like playing warrior in da. but grappling hook has to be one of the sexiest and coolest moves ever on a per-specialization ability tree.

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

Was browsing through early BOBF/Mando S3 criticisms on Tumblr and WOW, 93% of S2’s viewership dropped when S3 finished airing for an extremely understandable reason. As someone who got into Dinluke after all the dust settled I can only imagine what it was like becoming invested in Din’s story and being floored by the S2 finale only for it to get totally swerve-balled after a long-anticipated wait. How did you avoid the disappointment and burnout?

Spite is an incredibly powerful motivator, let me tell you.

I'm halfway joking about that, btw. I could say I'm used to disappointment and I also worked really hard not to take things too personally after being disappointed time and again year after year by fandoms I was in. Imo the healthiest attitude is that no show/movie/book/videogames/etc will ever play out the way you want/think it should so take what you can get and trash the rest. By the time I started watching The Mandalorian, I'd been burnt badly by Star Trek AOS, the Sequel Trilogy, the MCU, and the Disney machine, and I had to figure out how to accept that I like what I like, I can't change what I can't change, and I can/will run the fuck off with what I can change, which is making wildly fun and fulfilling transformative shit like fanfics and fanart.

I was actually excited about TBOBF and was utterly betrayed by the executive decision to throw him and Fennec to the side in order to absolutely trash the Season 2 finale of the Mando Show by having Din and Grogu reunite just like that. I guess I got lucky in that I had a long-running fic series that I was heavily invested in and I was not about to let Disney stop me from finishing it. Instead of letting my frustrations kill my interest in the show and fandom, I turned it into motivation to keep telling the story I wanted to tell based on the fallout of Season 2. It also helped that Andor happened.

I quit Season 3 of the Mando Show after the 1st episode and it was the best decision I ever made. I had a really rough time with it and was encouraged to step away if it was giving me too much stress. I'm glad for that. Less time and energy picking about Filoni&Favreau and Disney Lucasfilm's decisions and disappointments, more time and energy spent writing and drawing the dinluke I want to see. The nice thing about Star Wars is that it is an old and vast sandbox. Plenty of room here to build whatever sandcastles and dig however many holes you want while canon goes floundering by.

I think also that it really helped to find spaces to share with people who vibe on the same wavelength, so I'm not alone to my thoughts and spiraling myself out of a fandom I enjoyed (like what happened with TLJ but I shan't go there bc this response is long enough). Those posts about having friends you can shit-talk things with? Valid af. You need outlets to vent your grievances without setting bridges on fire, and it'll help your enjoyment of things in the long run.

I didn't avoid the disappointment but I figured out how to make something of it, so I'm still writing dinluke, I'm still drawing dinluke, I'm still getting giddy over dinluke. I actively choose to do what I want with them, and nothing Disney Lucasfilm puts out is ever going to stop me.

[mwolf0epsilon]

My favourite aspect of Dogma's storyline in the Forceful Intervention AU, is the path to slowly coming to terms with a lot of his mixed feelings towards the 501st and what happened on Umbara. A path which leads to him healing and growing to become a better person.

It's a journey that takes literal years for him.

It's honestly a very unclean, ugly and volatile process. Full of sleepless nights full of guilt, self-doubt, deep-seethed anger and anguish, a whole lot of denial, and even a few moments of clarity in between others where misplaced hatred does occasionally cloud his judgement.

It's grief in all it's raw glory. Imperfect. Human.

Dogma gets to be human. Feels all the ugly things a human can feel, and then the beautiful things as well. He overcomes his trauma through hard work, forming meaningful connections with others, and a lot of introspection.

He flourishes.

And isn't that just a wonderful thing to be able to write for a character you love? To give them the chance to reach their full potential? To become more than just another number?

[kk-cats]

They dream, sometimes. Of things far-too-real and surreal and impossibly clear.

Faded edges.

Dull and dead.

They look at their 爷爷, sometimes. He's not dead. But sometimes he is. Rarely. It's terrifying.

They will not allow that.

So they build up Alfred Pennyworth in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they see the despairing ones left behind, they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Alfred Pennyworth does not die.

That is one of the truths of their world.

But they would not be Corus Wayne if he was the only one there. (What happens when you take away their pillars, their light? What happens when you take away their family? Is there even anything left?)

They see an acrobat, sometimes. Strong and dependable. Angry beneath the surface. A neck snapped crushed under a pillar they see-they see- and they are terrifi-

No.

They build up Dick Grayson in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they see the dead body, they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Dick Grayson does not die.

That is one of the truths of their world.

They see a guide, sometimes. Deft fingers over a keyboard. Legs that will never walk again. A guide. A mentor. She does not tell the future, but her name fits her well anyway. Competent in ways they could never hope to me.

They build up Barbara Gordon in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they stumble and their legs buckle beneath them, they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Barbara Gordon does not die.

That is one of the truths of their world.

They see a regret, sometimes. Not theirs. Someone else's. Bitter and charred, smoke clinging on. Death-defier, Gotham's child. He was already dead. But they see a world where he is not-quite-a-knight, and broken resentment drips down his arms.

They build up Jason Todd in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they see the not-quite-knight, they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Jason Todd is still fighting on.

That is one of the truths of their world.

They see a detective, sometimes. Smart and curious and maybe just a bit too curious, a bit too inquisitive. They see someone who chose this path and stayed on it.

They build up Tim Drake in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they see that accursed lie- that accusation- they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Timothy Drake does not die.

That is one of the truths of their world.

They see a child, sometimes. Once assassin, now more than that. Blood-son. But kind nonetheless, to creatures of four legs and wings and other such things. They glimpse at a world where his heart turns cold, a world where he is judge-jury-executioner.

They build up Damian Wayne in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they see the executioner, they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Damian Wayne does not die. That is one of the truths of their world.

They see a man, sometimes. A figure. An ideal. Vengeance-justice-fear and hope. A father prepared for anything- almost. Almost. They see someone scared. Someone who pushes everything away. They see dead eyes. Hollow. Gone.

They build up Bruce Wayne in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they see those dead-dull eyes, they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Bruce Wayne does not die.

That is one of the truths of their world.

Let's shatter those pillars, shall we?

Let's see what the world is without them.

They see a fool, sometimes. Something loved when it should not be. Something desperate and dangerous. It disgusts them. Irks them. It is a parasite.

They build up Corus Wayne in their head. A cruel warning. A constant reminder. And when they crumble to their knees- they cannot turn their gaze away.

Corus Wayne always survives.

Must that really be a truth of their world?

[corvids-with-teeth]

potatoes are the most satisfying crop to grow literally nothing is better than reaching into the soft warm autumn soil and digging up these perfect little nuggets of gold

[desperatepleasures]

trying not to think about it but also i need to figure out what im gonna do with my hermit crabs and it's not like. urgent but at some point im gonna have to figure out how to change out their substrate and also there's a solid chance i'll have to rehome them someday :(

[aro-tarot]

I just started the layaway for a Carter Half Open Eyes Demon Ver. with the B45-014 body. Haven't ordered a doll for most of the year now, but I had to get this boy before his limited time went away.

Also picked out an outfit for him, his wig, and eyes.

But yeah, I wanted a doll with elf ears and the fangs are a plus. Like, is the face exactly what I wanted? No, but few of the characters I shelled were 100% perfect, ya know. But this handsome boy will do.

[noxtivagus]

i've been listening to more of arknights' ost n i love it so much

[sir-reinhardt]

Forgive the unedited basement lighting on this photo but. My god. My shopping did NOT pan out at all I can't stop laughing every time I glance over at poor Tris. What have I done to you my precious baby. boot to big for his dotdang feet.

[orcelito]

I was on call for nearly 7 hours between streaming my samurai game, watching anime, and then just chatting some. Which was really great for getting my mind off things!!! Hung out with a good assortment of friends, which was pretty great.

Though. Now I'm alone again. Which I usually enjoy. But it also has me remembering why I was on such a long call to start with...

I have therapy tomorrow, and I don't know whether I should mention this. She's primarily my grief therapist, so it'd maybe feel weird to spring something else on her... but I don't know...

[learn-and-accept]

Birth control is great because no periods and no babies, but also it made me incredibly paranoid that my girlfriend hated me/was cheating on me, made me want to violently injure every single person that was even mildly annoying, threw me into a really bad depressive episode, caused my ocd to go absolutely rampant, and made me have so many panic attacks for absolutely no reason

[ms-demeanor]

Wait, so you said that you can learn to trust others by building friendships, but how does one go about doing that? Wouldn't someone I don't know be creeped out or annoyed if I suddenly walked up and started talking to them?

Friendships are built of repeated low-stakes interactions and returned bids for attention with slowly increasing intimacy over time.

It takes a long time to make friends as an adult. People will probably think you're weird if you just walk up and start talking to them as though you are already their friend (people think it's weird when I do this, I try not to do this) but people won't think it's weird if you're someone they've seen a few times who says "hey" and then gradually has more conversations (consisting of more words) with them.

I cheat at forming adult friendships by joining groups where people meet regularly. If you're part of a radio club that meets once a week and you just join up to talk about radios, eventually those will be your radio friends.

If there's a hiking meetup near you and you go regularly, you will eventually have hiking friends.

Deeper friendships are formed with people from those kinds of groups when you do things with them outside of the context of the original interaction; if you go camping with your radio friend, that person is probably more friend than acquaintance. If you go to the movies with a hiking friend who likes the same horror movies as you do, that is deepening the friendship.

In, like 2011 Large Bastard decided he wanted more friends to do stuff with so he started a local radio meetup. These people started as strangers who shared an interest. Now they are people who give each other rides after surgery and help each other move and have started businesses together and have gone on many radio-based camping trips and have worked on each other's cars.

Finding a meetup or starting a meetup is genuinely the cheat-code for making friends.

This is also how making friendships at schools works - you're around a group of people very regularly and eventually you get to know them better and you start figuring out who you get along with and you start spending more time with those people.

If you want to do this in the most fast and dramatic way possible, join a band.

In 2020 I wrote something of a primer on how to turn low-stakes interactions with neighbors and acquaintances into more meaningful relationships; check the notes of this post over the next couple days, I'll dig up the link and share it in a reblog.

[ourceliumnetwork]

alright well. if i don't hear from grandma and grandpa by the end of the day, i might try and call them tomorrow (oh heeeyy easterrrr yeah happy that thing i don't celebrate anymore.... hope yours is good soooo did you see that i sent a text message ysterday about an email i sent 2 weeks ago? did you get either or those or.....?) but like.

i'm just so tired of having to deal with my fucking biofam.