#idk im just dreaming ig

[herbalsingularitea]

Thinking about restructuring how the English language does pronouns. How about when referring to someone, everyone is ‘un/um/ums’ if they are the first or only person being talked about. Then for others, a new pronoun is used depending on what order they are introduced.

So if I’m talking about Dante, I’ll use un/um/ums to refer to um. If later in the sentence/paragraph I want to also mention Lucille, then I’ll use du/dun/duns because du came into the thought after Dante. And then, if I brought up Charles, I would refer to tre using tre/trem/tris pronouns.

If I’m pausing my thought to talk about something else, like say, a brief note on how language is malleable and changes throughout time according to the needs of those using it, then the pronouns would reset.

So then I might mention Lucille again, but since time has passed since I’ve spoken about um, I use un/um/ums because un comes first now.

they/them can still be used for groups or for singular nouns where the speaker isn’t sure if they actually will be talking about others in the same thought.

[skizabaa]

Magma Doodles: Virus Moon, Another... Moon? , A totally fine Sun, and a small Waking Dreams AU comic!

[themyscirah]

Complaining abt Suicide Squad yet again but the fact that they have Waller exposing the alien community to space racist attacks and talking abt how she got to her position through deceit and being a terrible person and stuff is just. Ahsfiwueh JUST SAY YOU DONT KNOW WALLER.

Anyways literally the 3rd mission of the Squad ever (and the first framed as smth Waller picked and not orders from above) was the Squad discrediting and stopping a rogue vigilante who was only arresting POC and funneling white people into white supremacy groups (of which he was the most prominent member) in SUICIDE SQUAD #4. and it's explicitly framed as this mission being personal for Waller that she's hiding from the government bc its illegal like. Guys. Please why are we having her incite (space bc comics) racist attacks now

Also the whole "Amanda got her position through deceit and being a terrible person" NO. she KEPT her position through being shitty and playing complicated political games!!! She wasn't always that way like there is a difference and it is IMPORTANT ppl PLEASEEEE. In Secret Origins #14 we learn Amanda's backstory and she used to be a normal, caring person! Like even after she entered into working in government and politics she wasn't automatically morally bankrupt like please people. She was originally given control of the Squad by Reagan (*sigh* 80s comics...) to distract and get rid of her because she was so successful at pushing progressive social policy in Congress. Acting like she's this static pillar of evil is such a waste of her character and so fucking uninteresting and disrespectful to her arc it drives me MAD.

Like I am NOT saying Waller is all sunshine and rainbows, she fucking SUCKS (said w love <3) but like there's a human being there. It's a progression, she has a character arc like please, DC, please!!! They've fucked up Waller so bad and made her so opaque and uninteresting she can't even be the protagonist of her own story for fucks sake!

Like I don't know how many times I have to scream it until DC hears me or remembers but WALLER IS THE MAIN CHARACTER OF SUICIDE SQUAD. ITS HER BOOK. yet right now she's a cutout to be used as the villain wherever the writers please. Even in her book we get none of her perspective really displayed, no exploration of her thoughts with any kind of understanding of the role she traditionally has played and was made to play in the story.

[checkadii]

mfs do anything but finish their wips . like startign another, for example

[wickjump]

yeah i can deal with intrusive thoughts. those are fine. ive learned to cope. intrusive DREAMS?? whole nother story. i have VISIONS. VIVID ONES. and that’s so much WORSE. “oh i have violent dreams too” youuu. don’t GET IT. im talking INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS. anyway what the fuck was up with my nap cause that shit suuucked!!!!!

[nagitosstolenhand]

okay does anyone else remember that post mystreet s6 pre covid era where they started ship baiting garroth and ein of all characters??? like i swear im not crazy they were low-key shipping them in official art and videos

like. this was official promo art for season 7. lucinda by herself, canon ship, canon ship, canon ship. and then garroth and ein?? idk maybe im reaching but i swear they were trying to make ein and garroth the new worse garrance for a little while with them being ''''coupley'''' in minigames and being paired together in art

[wizardofgoodfortune]

i have been lurking in your asks for this moment: for the spotify wrapped fic prompt, #10!!

i'm going to ignore the very obvious and very painful daniel/hob implications of this song because i want to finish the comics first before writing anything outside of the show's canon. so have this instead!!

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Dream had been visiting Hob more frequently than he'd like to admit. It all started with Dream wanting to carve out a small place of solace in his life, and what place was more perfect than The New Inn? Built for him like an altar for an absent god.

Though these days, he'd been more present than ever. He wished he had the privilege to say he'd been drunk the first night it happened, or the next night, and the next. But Dream, Lord of Dreams and Ruler of Nightmares, always knew what was going on, and what desires he'd recklessly indulged in again and again.

Tonight was no different. By now, Hob was a veteran in making Dream feel more than welcome. It was all too easy to fall into Hob's arms and into his bed above The New Inn. Somewhere down the line, Dream had made himself vulnerable to Desire's machinations.

But he had somehow convinced himself that it was alright, as long as Hob wasn't vulnerable.

Some nights they talked afterwards, and Dream wasn't quite sure whether it amplified or quieted his regrets. This was one of those nights.

"Tell me about the Dreaming," Hob said, his head propped up on his arm as he looked down at Dream.

"What do you wish to know?"

"I don't know. Everything. You don't work alone, do you?"

"...No, I suppose I don't, anymore. I have Lucienne. And Matthew."

"Ah, Matthew, yeah, we've met. Why does he talk by the way? Nearly gave me a heart attack the first time he spoke to me."

"He was human, before. He died in his sleep and became a raven of the Dreaming."

"Oh," Hob said. He paused. Dream observed the shadows cast on his face by the moonlight. "So if I die in my sleep, I get to stay at your place? As a raven?"

Dream felt the corners of his mouth lift up. A silly notion. "You do not have to die. You will always be welcome in the Dreaming, Hob."

Hob smiled down at him, and Dream felt a warm fire in his chest. "Thank you, love. But what I meant is I never had the chance to visit your, y'know. Your place. Is it a castle?"

"Yes, I suppose you could call it a castle," Dream said.

Hob hummed, and tapped Dream's chest with his free hand. "A wild thing," he said after a few seconds.

"What is?" Dream asked.

"I was just some peasant when we first met," Hob said, his eyes lost in memory. "Thought you were some ignorant lord. In the back of my mind, I thought were you just making fun of me, asking to meet you after a hundred years. Never thought this," he gestured to their bodies, naked under the covers, "would ever happen. Y'know? A wild thing."

Dream hummed in agreement.

"Guess I'm lucky, huh?" Hob chuckled, his fingers still tapping on Dream's chest. "Hey. Would you bring me to your castle some day, show me around?"

"Perhaps," Dream replied.

"Tease," Hob chastised. Then he pressed a kiss on Dream's forehead, then on his nose, and finally on his lips. "I adore you. You know that? I love you, Dream."

Dream froze. He looked into Hob's eyes, saw the fondness in them, and knew that he meant it.

This was just supposed to be a brief respite, some semblance of comfort that he did not have in his day-to-day life. He thought it was the same for Hob, that Dream was just someone immortal to hold onto once in a while. But it wasn't. Not anymore.

I should not have come here, he thought, tearing his gaze away from Hob's. He did not have the heart to say it out loud.

Dream stood up from the bed, already clothed.

This will be the last time, he thought. It was what he thought every time. And maybe tonight it will finally come true. No, it should come true. Lest he destroy even Hob Gadling, like he has many times to his other lovers before. It always ended in tragedy, whether Desire was involved or not, and Dream didn't want that for him.

A hand shot up from the covers to grip his wrist.

"Stay. Stay, darling," Hob said, sitting up. "Won't you stay?"

Dream turned.

Hob's eyes shone, watery in the moonlight.

It should not be fair, Dream thought, for Desire to easily toy with me like this.

"I cannot stay any longer," Dream said.

"Why not?" Hob said, with all the petulance of a child. "Come back. Just for a while."

Dream resisted the urge to climb back in the covers with him. That was his sibling speaking.

"I apologize. I will make sure your dreams are pleasant tonight, and on every other night."

"Will you be coming back?" Hob asked. "You sound like you're never coming back."

Dream said nothing.

"I can wait. I will."

"I know," Dream said. He didn't add, "beloved."

"I'm not sorry," Hob said, gripping Dream's wrist even tighter. "But I won't say it again, if it means you'll stay."

Something cold and heavy sat in Dream's chest.

"So don't go," Hob said, "please."

Dream dissipated into thin air, but not quickly enough that he did not see a tear roll down Hob's cheek. He can still feel his grip on his wrist.

[sebvettelsv5]

the punch in the gut that is all of the old twitch streamers i used to watch doing that white noise james marriott trend and the "to go home now" bit is just when i used to watch them

[todo-morira]

Also like. People saying that he should've responded from a friend perspective, does he really? Maybe somewhere along the lines quackity realized he didn't want to be friends with someone's who's continually made racist jokes (one of which being giving George a Trump flag for Christmas. Which when you're Mexican, can feel targeted), and was accused of grooming. And guess what? Quackity wouldn't have owed him a response.

Why? Because he's a real human being with real feelings.

[hwanswerland]

at the rate this is going I'm seriously debating not even going to the tour

[crows-of-buckets]

Playing dao on hard mode is both extremely frustrating and insanely fun. I am getting my ass kicked and have reloaded a save five times in a row but I refuse to give up I will clear this game and all the dlc on hard mode I swear it

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Living in a small town gives you core memories in strange places. I'm at the Wendy's, which I also went to after I filed for my legal name change. The McDonalds I work at is the same one I started dating someone at. The local grocery store is where me and a bunch of kids in pep band went for pre-game snacks, and where I went for lunch with some friends after I won the talent show. There just aren't enough places for the core memories to get spread throughout.

[nomairuins]

loveee when a character is crushed under the weight of someone elses expectations for them love when a character dedicates their entire life to something they never even wanted for themself love when the only reason a character keeps going is because theyre Supposed to and bc theyre supposed to make another person happy/proud. YES !!! CLAPPING !!! YES !!!!!!!!

[todayisafridaynight]

(petty) terms and conditions

[day-mark]

amilcar is so 😭😭

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

should i become a theatre kid