#if you’d rather do that

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Sorry if this is an invasive question, but have you read any specific fics and/or would be comfortable sharing which?

I don’t have an ao3 account so I don’t have a way to keep track of what I have read. But it’s really not that many. Probably like 10-15 in total.

Not really the person to ask for refs as ive barely read any ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[bucksboobs]

“Eddie tells Tommy first” “Eddie tells Maddie first” Eddie tells Josh because Josh is the only gay person he knows that won’t immediately blab to someone who’ll blab to someone who will blab to Buck.

[thatsbelievable]

[stuckasmain]

Warriors musical concept got me excited until I heard “✨except this time they’re women✨”

And I’m not mad in a sexist way more a ‘why the fuck’ way and a whole— not taking into account the context of place and time etc. as there’s already a pretty compelling story there and a lot of good social issues but noooo

[venture-through-the-mist]

The Devil Never Slumbers

Operator Mag can’t sleep. She decides to visit the Sanctum Anatomica. Or rather, she decides to visit her mother.

TW: None.

The fic begins under the cut. I hope y’all enjoy!

I rub at my eyes tiredly as my ship lands inconspicuously near the Necralisk. It’s…so quiet. Quiet as I slink unnoticed through the halls, past the slumbering Entrati. Quiet as I slip into the tunnels that lead to the Sanctum, tunnels walked by many, but nearly deserted now. My footsteps tread lightly on the gilded floor, careful not to wake the fish, who’s mumbling haughtily in his sleep. Nor do I disturb the massive bird, nestled comfortably in his golden cage, nor the Cervulite, curled up near the entrance to the labs, though the tip of his tail twitches slightly before moving to rest atop his muzzle. No, none of them notice my presence. None, except the faithful assistant. We share a glance, exchanging words with merely a look. The exhaustion in his eyes is the very same as that which wraps itself around my bones, the very same heaviness that weighs me down but doesn’t allow me to rest. His gaze shifts to an empty space at his workbench. An invitation. One that I don’t take. Perhaps he and I could bask in our misery together. Perhaps I could even fall asleep if I simply focus on his methodical progress, the ambient scratching of pencil to paper. But, that’s not why I’m here.

And he knows it.

We reach a silent understanding, realization flashing in his weary eyes. One corner of my mouth turns upward in a soft half-smile, and he returns the look, adjusting the edge of his glasses as he does so. I continue my path, feeling the soft sands of the dunes beneath my feet. There’s no need for a Warframe out here. I hadn’t wanted to bring one anyways. I take a deep breath, my lungs filling with the still air, my senses taking in the subtle stimuli, those which I would’ve missed if I were inside that metallic suit. My ears take in the soft singing that I knew I’d hear eventually. As the dunes give way to stone, as the edge of the cliff becomes visible through the fog of the Void, I see her. I don’t say anything to disturb her vigil. I simply lower myself to the rocky ground, a few feet behind her, but enough to the side that I can see what she sees. I can see the Void, the broken, floating pieces of rubble, the glowing, gaping maw that seems poised to devour us all. She knows I’m here, even before she shifts her head slightly—likely the smallest amount she can turn in order to see me—, but her singing doesn’t falter. It can’t, I know that now. Rather, it mustn’t. 

We don’t speak, but I feel an understanding lingering in the air. One beyond words, one that has stood the test of time, of loyalties, of love. A test that has led us here, to the cliff. To the emptiness that stretches beyond its rocky edges. In the past, we had many titles. The future will bring many more. But for now, right here, we’re simply Mother and Daughter. She isn’t the Sentient, the Daughter, the Leader. I’m not the Tenno, the Soldier, the Devil. Not here. Not now. We’re simply two beings, not linked by blood but family nonetheless, solemnly staring across the Void. I allow myself to listen to her song. It’s different now…but no less comforting. The lullaby once used to comfort her children, now being used to tether herself to the present. The weight of my exhaustion gnaws at me, but my eyes don’t drift shut. My gaze remains fixed, staring straight ahead.

I don’t know how long I stay there, though eventually more Tenno begin to filter in, sitting quietly near us. Some stay for only a moment or two. Others remain longer. I find myself almost fascinated by them. As different as we all might be, as unruly, or hotheaded, or impulsive, most of us have one thing in common. Sometimes, we just want our Mother. When the world seems strange—too strange, even for us—, she’s who we turn to. She might be different now—she’s clearly distracted, and more than a little uncomfortable—, but she’s determined. She’s a calming presence, even when her own mind is likely less than serene.

Maybe that’s why I’m here. Maybe that’s why, after tossing and turning and trying and failing to rest, my weary hands keyed in coordinates that I barely read before the Orbiter began its course. Maybe, even if I can’t sleep right now, I can still rest. I can still let my thoughts still as I stare out into the empty fog, listening to her unending song. Tomorrow, I can be the Soldier once more. Tomorrow, I can be the System’s ‘Devil’. But tonight? Tonight, I just want to be a daughter. I want to spend time with her—even if it’s only a moment—, time that’s unimpeded by thoughts of the conflict that looms over us. I just…don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to hear It laughing, amused by the torment It causes.

I take a quiet breath, and my eyelids fall shut. I can still hear the others, though their voices seem like mere background noise. I focus on the song, allowing myself to relax into this odd half-asleep state. Eventually, though it seems far too soon, I open my eyes once more. I slowly rise to my feet, a silent farewell crossing through my mind. I’ll be back. She knows, I’m sure. At least…I hope so. My limbs feel only slightly lighter as I make my way across the dunes. Even still, they should be light enough that I can fight once more.

[doodleswithangie]

dan and phil’s tour has started! i’ll be tagging everything tour-related with

“dnp” “terrible influence tour”

and any show spoilers with

“tit spoilers”

please filter/blacklist accordingly!

[cruesuffix]

some things need to just be said in a diary or something but idc i love talking about that old man. like every so often i feel the inane urge to just ramble on and on about that old man on here and it’s so detrimental to my sanity and the way the good folks on tumblr see me. but just thinking about him sends me into the whole parasocial spiral. pls…i would have treated that old man so good. it’s so weird i just want to give all my love to that man because he truly deserved so much better than what he had for SOOOO long. im glad he’s in a much better place with ppl who actually care about him…but he deserved that in the first place. i wish he didn’t have to go through all that for so long. not to be a pick me or criminally insane about someone i don’t know but… i would have treated my parasocial boyfriend ten times better than she who shall not be named and she who shall not be named the second. oh and maybe even the thing. yeah ok now i am just insane but i just have the innate urge to treat that old man with respect and love and care. wanna just hug him until all the terror and pain and agony he’s faced in his life just slowly dissipates. it’s not enough for me to hope he feels all the love in the world, i need to explicitly give it to him myself. he’s like a cat i need to knit a sweater for to show my appreciation for him.

…ok, it’s very apparent that im extremely mentally ill about some random dude ive never met before. idc anymore…why do you think ive made this blog for? its not cute here, but im sure everyone’s already figured that one out.

[pwurrz]

of course terfs would get mad at a post reminding them that there’s more to being a woman than misery and suffering: they’re misogynists. they hate women. their misogyny is just the ‘woke’ kind where they re-enforce the idea that women are weaker and stupider and generally less capable compared to men but like, in a ‘feminist’ way 🤪💅

when you hate women and genuinely believe they are inferior, that they are lesser, it’s impossible to see that there’s any joy or pride or anything positive about being a woman. especially if you yourself are a woman who believes in this kind of self-deprecating mindset.

[ihhfhonao3]

I hope you heal from the things you don’t talk about. I hope you heal from the things that you do talk about, but others don’t listen to. I hope you heal from the things that only a few people understand the whole story behind, and you don’t feel like explaining them to people again and again

[skullrock]

i absolutely cannot believe the amount of people (majority white liberals) thinking they are any better than bigots (and fascists) by harassing and targeting their neighbors of color who did not vote for harris. how the fuck does that make you any better than the people you oppose. it makes my stomach actually hurt that people are so stupid and so cruel. fuck you, and i mean that loudly, louder than i’ve ever said it in my life!!!!!

[saltwatersweets]

i like to imagine that sometime in between ep7 and ep8, charlie takes vaggie to cannibal town to help train some of the residents who will fight in the upcoming extermination, and while visiting vaggie sees the kid she spared and maybe gets to have a proper conversation with him and/or his family

[thatsbelievable]

[tariah23]

🗿

My sis and I used to talk about this sometimes if I’m being honest. I never went around calling nb ppl slurs but I know that if you did as a black person, the first thing that nbs would do is look at you like you’re crazy or feign ignorance when you point out the contradiction of them thinking that it’s okay to casually throw around slurs at black people because they believe it to be so funny, term of endearment or whatever tf.

[dragonanon]

Low key wanna make a Hazbin Hotel OC that’s just a little indestructible gremlin cat of a demon that is LITERALLY incapable of dying, so she just goes around trolling overlords because what are they gonna do?? Kill her?? Yeah you can try buddy, but she’ll just shake it off and go RIGHT back to doing fortnite dances and making bad puns.

[gothsuguru]

i love muting people on twitter some of you bitches are very dumb

[twomanyfandomshelp]

Gotta love amatonormativity.

I’m aroace. Me, my dad, and my sister are at my grandma’s house for the week, and I’m not out to anyone in my family, just some close friends, so literally no one in the state knows I’m aroace. Yesterday, my grandma’s neighbor came over (they’re besties) and one of the first things she said to me and my sister was “do either of you girls have boyfriends?” and then proceeded to be surprised when we both told her no and said “well I guess your dad wouldn’t let you date anyway”.

Like?! Excuse me ma’am, I get that you’ve known me my whole life, but did you ever think that maybe me or my sister just don’t want a boyfriend? God forbid two teenage girls just want to be single. It must be their father’s fault.

People baffle me sometimes.