#idk uhhhh

[foxgirl87]

[s3rrrpentine]

i made a strawpage for my links! it has anonymous drawing feature too........ maybe...you wanna......... check it out? hehe (•ؔʶ̷ ˡ̲̮ ؔʶ̷).𖥔 ݁ ˖

under construction still!!! so it's a little simple “(ノ _ <,, )

[superfluouskeys]

wip wednesday! (it is thursday)

Thank you so much @thevikingwoman for the tag!! As is becoming custom I am here to drop some nonsense from before school beat me with a stick. Idk how close ghost of you part 3 is to being done because I'm pretty sure it's gonna end up having a part 4 LOL, but here is the beginning!

I'm not gonna tag anyone rn bc I lack the brain capacity but pls feel free to share and pretend I tagged you! It's wip wednesday-thursday ♥

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Moiraine always had a knack for compartmentalizing.  She never thought much about it, really, it was just the way her mind worked.  She was like her father, who could love his family one day and very nearly forget they existed the next, because he was so involved in his latest project that he had simply…tucked them safely away somewhere, to be loved properly at a more convenient time.

Anvaere’s mind does not work the same way, and nor did their mother’s.  For them, Father’s occasional abandonment seeped into everything around it, the proverbial fruit of the poisonous tree.  By their estimation, he did not get to love them one day and leave them the next, and in retrospect, Moiraine supposes she can understand that.

In practice it was rather miserable, though.  Anvaere moped, while their mother made a hobby of building resentment.

Moiraine considers in passing that she’s doing a rather magnificent job of encompassing both of her family’s tried and true traditions in her misery, hiding herself away most of the time, but still managing to make the whole place intolerable when she is present.

It would be much easier, she thinks, if Lan would just leave her alone.  Neither Verrin nor Adeleas has any desire for Moiraine’s company—and rightly so.  They are perfectly happy to aid their sister in her time of need without demanding the wretched details.  One doesn’t hear much about women being stilled, but then again, one doesn’t need to.  The mention alone is chilling.  They understand even without any comparable experience.

But Lan keeps on knocking at her door, keeps inviting her to meals, inviting her on walks, inviting her to do anything, anything at all, anything she wants, and she doesn’t know how to tell him that there is nothing she wants anymore, and there never can be.

She tells herself it is something of a relief to be free of the notion that she might set herself right again.  It would have been a colossal waste of time.  Better to be done with it now and move onto what is important.  After all, she herself hardly matters.  She let Rand go because she’d thought the matter was done with, but she realized quickly that it wasn’t, and now she needs to ascertain what will come next.

It’s something to occupy her mind, but there’s no joy in chasing down the mystery.  Her days are filled with dead ends and tiresome visitors who overplay their hands.  They misjudge Moiraine because the way to determine how much leverage one holds is to guess what the other person wants, what the other person cares for, and they do not understand that Moiraine wants nothing and cares for nothing.

In all their years traveling together, Lan has never once snapped at her like that.  There was a time when it would have brought her a sick sort of delight.  She used to try all the time to get a rise out of him, to make him lash out at her so she could feel justified cutting him off.  She’d never had someone so steady in her life, and it confused and frightened her.

His outburst reaches her, in a way.  She realizes she can’t go on like this hoping he’ll eventually stop trying.  She resolves to leave under cover of night, hoping at least that he is angry enough with her not to notice her missing right away.

She hadn’t counted on three Fades.  One, perhaps, if she were very unlucky.  But Moiraine herself is not particularly important, and certainly not at the moment.  She led the Dragon to the Eye of the World, yes, but it’s not as though the Dark didn’t get something out of that.  By all accounts she should be less than nothing now.  An Aes Sedai who cannot channel?  Who has no Warder, no family, no friends left to look out for her?

With a terrible lurching sensation, suddenly Moiraine is in two places at once.  She is here and not here, lying on the ground outside Verrin’s estate and back at the Eye of the World, and somehow, Lan has found her yet again.  He finds her without the bond, without magic, without anything to guide him.  Moiraine feels more than she’s felt in months.  She feels angry, and relieved, and devastated.  He can’t be here.  They cannot keep doing this.

If Moiraine is still a target, then she has to get Lan away from her.  She can’t keep him safe like this, and he’ll die trying to protect her because it’s what he’s sworn to do.  She doesn’t know what she’s been doing up until now, hoping he’d tire of her coldness and drift away on his own.  It was selfish of her.  She didn’t want to strike the killing blow, make him really hate her, make the split impossible to reconcile.

But what would be really, unforgivably selfish would be to keep him around when she knows it will get him killed.  It would be a senseless death, defending something that’s no longer worth the price.

Necessity doesn’t make the burden any easier to bear.

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

i have that type of anxiety where like yes i have 8 different alarms for the exact same thing. in order to just get up for work.

and even then, ill put my phone against my cheek/have my hand on it so i WAKE up because god i dont trust my body not to just sleep through shit -- its been done it multiple times. the vibration from the alarm ik will jolt me awake.

even going as far as to have one alarm before i even have to wake up just so i can feel good about snoozing it. "oh man i still got time."

idk im just like all over the place. i hate almost sleeping through shit and YEAH idk what u call this but ik im not normal but it makes sense to me.

i got my own like little ways to do shit

[deadduvznap]

i meed some hard asks rn e im trying not to have a mental breakdown and kill myself

[idkwhatimdoingbutrandom]

The haha we hate Americans thing is just getting a little ridiculous.

A video of a girl getting ranch with her pizza then there’s a comment like “THESE FATTY AMERICANS DONT KNOW HOW TO EAT PIZZA”

Video of a group of early twenty-somethings doing something dumb and there’s a comment like “Classic STUPID Americans”

Like ???????

[springfield-tirefire]

this picture means anything you want it to

[coverednstars]

blehhhhhhh My kids production of clue + all the booth cues i had to organize 😗

[prolibytherium]

One of my all time biggest pet peeves with historical(ish) fantasy is when the writer constructs a religion with a clear bias that it's stupid and false and therefore only the Stupid People and/or commoners believe in it and all the smart/elite main characters are like, quasi-atheists or otherwise just routinely flout established religious conventions of orthodoxy and/or orthopraxy because they're Too Smart for it or etc.

It's usually an extension of assumptions that people in the past were just less intelligent than in the contemporary, just being like "I know that the sun is a star millions of miles away that the earth orbits, but this ancient religion describes it as a chariot flying through the sky" and not really bothering to learn the context and just (consciously or subconsciously) settling on 'that's a crazy thing to think and was probably believed in because they were Stupid'.

And that whole attitude pisses me off so much. People were as 'smart' 10,000 years ago as they are today. These beliefs aren't just desperate, random flailing to explain phenomena that could not directly be accounted for either, it's not like people just looked at the sun and went "Uhhh I don't know what the fuck that thing is, actually. I guess it might be a chariot or a boat or something?? Yeah let's go with that." and based entire religious practices on this. Every well-established belief system exists within broader contexts of cultural values/subjective perceptions of reality/knowledge systems/etc, and exist as part of a historical continuum of religious practices that came before. Even when not Materially Correct, they have context and internal logic, they're not always dead literal with zero levels of allegory, and they're never a result of stupidity.

[duckdotimg]

Got tired of seeing moeblob young catgirls. Give me butch and GNC catladies in their 40s and 50s (more will be drawn)

[onismdaydream]

yuta okkotsu who cries the first time your hand wraps around his cock.

he's always been sensitive, his pale skin covered in goosebumps at the slightest breeze, every fall or hit resulting in dark bruises or messy scrapes. even now, he can't help the flush of his cheeks when you so much as touch his shoulder or give him a compliment. it's cute, honestly. but you didn't know just how much it extended to the rest of him.

it just feels so much more intense and real to have the warmth of your palm around him, slowly stroking his length with his shiny precum. every swipe of your thumb across his leaking tip resulting in a full body shudder, his thighs shaking and his breath hitching.

he doesn't even truly notice it at first. his vision begins to blur and he bites his bottom lip, trying so desperately to keep any sounds in as to not embarrass himself. but soon enough, a fat tear rolls down his blushing cheek and you're quick to notice it.

"are you crying, baby?" its a sincere question. your hand stops in its movements, ready to pull away. he makes a soft noise, something between a whine and a moan — something meant to keep to himself — but the dribble of pre that blurts from his swollen head betrays him.

he likes it.

and he wants more.

it's only a matter of time before you have him a blubbering mess, your hand covered in his cum as he orgasms for the third time.

[weaselmcdiesel]

i was being so so so real when i said id make more katnep comics

[lobolicious]

absolutely obsessed w this song

[d0not-disturb]

Who are these DIVAS 💜

[lunian]

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO