#it is indeed that bad

[moeblob]

ok now I'm p sure no one remembers me drawing for this game bc I think everyone who I talked to about it left the tumbles but. hello, have some Lost Dimension fanart in 2023.

[uncanny-tranny]

Not to sound like a person who actually cares about children, but it's so alarming that there's this tendency and trend of not telling kids about their medical conditions that are in their charts.

I'm finding out as an adult that they (though it's not documented who) diagnosed me with a life-long, chronic condition without telling me when I was a teenager. I found out recently when I got curious about my medical charts, and otherwise, I would not have known what's wrong with me. I've been left with more questions than answers, and I feel like a private investigator investigating my own damn health and life.

Is this medical malpractice? Yes. However, I think it also speaks to a broader point of how children are seen to not be entitled to their own lives in any capacity, to the point where they are (intentionally or not) made ignorant about things that are or will affect them.

[eternallovers65]

Ngl if I had a child with Poseidon, the God of the Seas, and had to pay swimming lessons for my son because he was scared of water, I'd be cursing Poseidon forever like you don't show up, don't pay child support and now you can't even help your actual ocean spawn to swin????

[thora-otg-xp]

I just want him to be as petty as he can possibly be honestly

[clarisimart]

It's just so funny for me that Stanford Pines' biggest flaw is arrogance, and that he wants and needs so badly to be special and important and the protagonist of the world, and God's special-est lil man, and then he gets EXACTLY what he wants, he becomes (a) god's favorite AND the whole narrative revolves and kicks off because of him and his actions, BUT it ruins his fucking life, and everyone else's life around him

[nahoney22]

[clockwayswrites]

Cozytober Day 3: Hot Chocolate

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“You just had to make a mess on your way, didn’t you?” Jason asked as he stepped over Danny’s shed clothing.

“Yes,” Danny said, just to be cheeky.

He could be cheeky with Jason. Jason might huff and puff or snark back, but it was always in good fun with each other. Somethings were off limits, but they’d both made a deal to be honest about what those were. So far it had worked out.

Jason sighed. “Leave me to clean up your mess after you, carry you around, make you hot chocolate…”

“Hot chocolate?” Danny asked, sitting up in Jason’s arms. Jason’s hot chocolate was a thing of the divine.

“Mhum,” Jason agreed with a hum as he dropped Danny carefully onto the couch.

Danny let himself lay there like a dead fish as he tried to give Jason his best puppy dog eyes.

“Put those eyes away,” Jason said with a chuckle. He leaned down and pressed a kiss right between Danny’s eyes. “I already said I’d make it. Do you want the works?”

“Yes,” Danny said. He shifted a little on the couch so that he could still watch Jason as he moved over to the kitchen area of the open plan space. “Your day?”

“Oh. It was okay,” Jason said as he gathered what he needed and put a pot on the stove. “I think that we’re finally making some real progress on the plans for the affordable housing. There’s a place in German that does a lot of what we want and need in their prefab walls. Obviously shipping that far would make it cost prohibitive, but they seem interested in maybe setting up a workshop here as long as Gotham helps with the initial costs. It might be a good deal in the end for both them and the city.”

“That’s great!” Danny knew how hard Jason had been working at this project, and how many times there had been insurmountable seeming roadblocks.

“It really is. And a new industry means new jobs. We might be able to tie it in with the workforce alternative we’ve got started with the court system too. I might also be counting my chickens before they hatch but…”

“Hope.”

“Yeah, but hope,” Jason agreed softly.

“Proud of you,” Danny said.

He could see Jason’s ears flush all he way from the couch. Danny tried to tell Jason he was as proud of him as often a he could, both because of the cute response but because Danny didn’t think Jason knew how good he was.

“Nothings don’t yet,” Jason said.

“Proud. Of. You,” Danny said with pointed enunciation.

Jason muttered an adorable grumble as he fussed with breaking up the real chocolate bar that he used in the hot chocolate. Danny closed his eyes and just listened to Jason moving around, out of words the moment. One of the reasons he liked being at Jason’s more than his tiny shoe box was the noise of someone else moving around him.

“Up we go, boo,” Jason urged softly some time later.

Danny cracked a wide yawn and used the moment of swinging his legs off the couch to get himself somewhat sitting up. Jason slotted into place beside Danny and helped prop him up before he tipped back over again. Danny happily burrowed in against Jason’s broad shoulder.

“Eyes open,” Jason said.

Resisting a grumble, Danny opened his eyes and took the large mug in front of his face. He cradled it for a moment, just enjoying the warmth, before he took a long, slow sip. The richness of chocolate and warmth of spice bloomed over his tongue. Danny let out a happy sigh.

“The best.”

Jason chuckled. “You just like me for my hot chocolate.”

“Lies. Also have a very nice co—”

“Danny!” Jason admonished between a bout of startled laughter.

Danny grinned to himself, proud as always to make Jason laugh like that, free and bright. He rewarded himself with another sip of his drink.

[twinstxrs]

nobody hold me to this but i think the next funniest step for fabian’s toxic romance journey to take could be fabian having a deeply flirtatious energy with whoever his equivalent in the ratgrinders is. like let’s keep those narcissus vibes coming!

[rottmntrulesall]

This really give us an insight on Blitz’s intimate life. He doesn’t do foreplay, just dives right in.

SHE STATED IT OUT RIGHT

[yuwuta]

i want you to know i’m literally kicking my feet and giggling anytime you do anything yuuta related

teehee this ask is old but i’m gonna use it as an opportunity to talk more about tennis player yuuta in light of spending my entire day watching the olympics 

let’s talk about yuuta girlfailure core <3 ik i wrote a drabble about you pretending to want tennis lessons to get in his pants, but allow me to offer you this: he legitimately cannot be around you, much less attempt to be your teacher if you decide you wanna dress up in a tennis skirt. the first time he sees you in one (or worse, on the little tennis dresses) he makes up some excuse about having to take a call or not feeling well, when really he’s just in the bathroom trying to get a grip (and it does not work). 

the second time you get all dressed up for lessons from him, he pawns you off to megumi. he doesn’t want to disappoint you with completely cancelling your lessons and wasting your time, so he figures his very decorated doubles partner will make for a good stand in teacher while yuuta scurries back inside and takes a very cold shower. 

and when he finally does get a hold of himself, it’s not even like he goes easy on you bye, he’s pummeling you but it’s only bc he’s so frustrated, and unfortunately for you, tennis happens to be his outlet 😭 when you finally march you way over to his side of the court and grab him by the ear and ask him what his problem is he’s literally trying to count sheep in his head to avoid saying something embarrassing or flat out moaning because wow you look kinda good when you’re mad and him and why does the pain of you pulling at him feel kind of good and he’s wondering if he just stands there long enough if you’ll slap him and, and—

“yuuta okkotsu are you whimpering?”

“no…. maybe,” he pouts, dipping his head down to rest it against your shoulder. he can feel the vibrations of your laughter as he shamefully confesses, “i didn’t know i’d have a thing for you doing this and… dressing like that but i do.” 

“yeah, join the club, loser,” you giggle when he pulls back with a scrunched expression. you smile as you press your index finger between his furrowed brows, “the only reason i have any remote interest in learning to play is because you look crazy good while you’re playing.” 

“oh, okay…. wait—really?” 

you nod earnestly and it paints the sweetest blush across yuuta’s cheeks. instinctually you reach out to pinch them, bemused by how your boyfriend has the ability to go from hitting a ball several miles per hour to being reduced to a reddening mess at the touch of your fingers.

“yes, really,” you tell him, “but i do actually want to learn, so we’re going to have to figure out a way to do this that doesn’t involve you running away, or me getting clobbered by tennis balls.” 

“yeah, okay,” he nods, breathless, and that intense look is back in his eyes when he places his hands on your hips, “but, not now. later. i don’t want to play anymore.” 

[the-merry-otter]

One of the consequences of sewing a lot recently is that I’ve had ample opportunity to develop creative swear phrases.

This means I am currently calling most misbehaving objects “cheeseless rat bastard”’s

[sollucets]

love for love's sake || episode three

[faunandfloraas]

[https-cosmic]

yearning for that old man.

[magnusbae]

He just defied the Fates for her and then he's all eager to get to the hot springs and talk heart to heart again— oh Moros, you've got it bad.