#it's easy. yes. but it makes sense

[daily-roguefort]

A young mod stands in their bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, is the 15th birthday of an annoying but nontheless impactful webcomic, Homestuck. Though it was 26 days ago that their blog was given life, it is only now that the mod will inflict psychic damage upon all of its followers.

[inkskinned]

you wanted to be a good friend, because you loved your friends, but the truth was that everyone else somehow had a pamphlet on being normal that you never received. most of the time you learn by trial-and-error. you are terrified of the next big mistake you make, because it seems like the rules are completely arbitrary.

you've learned to keep the prickly parts of your personality in a stormcloud under your bed - as if they're a second version of you; one that will make your friends hate you. it feels feral, burning, ugly.

instead, you have assembled habits based on the statistical likelihood of pleasing others. you're a good listener, which is to say - if you do speak up, you might end up saying the wrong thing and scaring off someone, but people tend to like someone-who-listens. or you've got no true desires or goals, because people like it when you're passive, mutable. you're "not easy to fluster" which is to say - your emotions are fundamentally uninteresting to others around you; so you've learned to control them to a degree that you can no longer really feel them happening.

you have long suspected something is wrong with you, but most of the time, googling doesn't help. you are so-used to helping-yourself, alone and with no handbook. the reek of your real self feels more like a horrible joke - you wake up, and, despite all your preparations, suddenly the whole house is full of smoke. the real you is someone waiting to ruin your other-life, the one where you're normal and happy. the real-self is unpredictable, angry.

your real self snarls when people infantilize the whole situation. because if you were really suffering, everyone seems to think you'd be completely unable to cope. but you already learned the rules, so you do know how to cope, and you have fucking been coping. it's not black-and-white. it's not that you are healed during the other times - it's just that you're able to fucking try. and honestly, whenever you show symptoms, it's a really fucking bad sign.

because the symptoms you have are ugly and unmanageable for others. your symptoms aren't waifish white girl things. they're annoying and complicated. they will be the subject of so many pretentious instagram reels. if they cared about you, they'd just show up on time. you care, a lot, so deeply it burns you. you like to picture a world where the comments read if they loved you, they'd never need glasses to see. but since that's a rule you've seen repeated - "one must never be late or you are a bad friend" - you constantly worry about being late and leave agonizingly early. there are no words for how you feel when you're still late; no matter how hard you were trying.

so you have to make up for it. you have to make up for that little horrible real you that you keep locked in a cabinet. you are bad at answering emails so every project you make has to be perfect. you are weird and sensitive so you have to learn to be funny and interesting. you are an inconvenience to others, so you become as smooth as possible, buffing out all the rough parts.

all this. all this. so people can pass their hands over you and just tell you just the once -how good you are. you're a good friend. you're loveable.

[crimson-nail]

i have been cooking an over-complicated roleswap au for. a VERY long time

[xxplastic-cubexx]

so like do you think they made the plastic wheelchair ALONGSIDE the plastic prison as a Just In Case situation, only after they realized charles was going to be a frequent visitor, or both as in because they knew charles was going to be the only person visiting him during planning they decided to make him a chair ahead of time

[mariatesstruther]

okay but a version of events in which tommy takes ellie to the fireflies, but NEITHER of them come back. and maria joel have to work together to get them back

[mellobellooo]

rwby textposts for the soul

[silusvesuius]

this tree from my new drawing looking goated afffffff 👑👑

[why-bless-your-heart]

Throwing a temper tantrum because it makes sense for cellphone equivalents to exist in sci-fi but I hate them.

[thelien-art]

Day 2: Maglor of @feanorianweek

Kingship

Poppy = Sloth | Manipulation

I do think Maglor mourned when Maedhros got himself captured, I just also read Maglor as a manipulative power hungry character.

He probably convinced himself that Maedhros had died and ignored everything that proved otherwise, both as a poor coping mechanism and, subconsciously, seizing the power of being a king, although he never named himself one as that would give him trouble. He differently enjoyed the power and mourned, when Maedhros came back, for the power loss. He was happy to have his brother back of course. I don´t think he spoke against Maedhros choice to give the kingship to Fingolfin, even if he wanted it himself, as he did except Fingolfin to do something stupid and get himself killed eventually, and by agreeing he seemed more "civil" and the friendliest of his brothers, which would end up giving him political power, giving people the illusion that he´s the innocent and harmless of his family.

Maedhros | Celegorm | Caranthir | Curufin | Ambarussa | Nerdanel and Feanor

[aseuki]

It's OC Ref time!

Phemus(she/her) is a psychopomp who wanders the fields of Hades and guides lost souls home! She doesn't talk much of her past, but she's cheery, chatty, capricious, ever the connoisseur of a good yarn, and especially prone to lending a sympathetic ear and bending the bureaucratic tape of the Underworld a bit more often than she probably should (it's for a good cause she swears)(it's Funny)

[snackugaki]

my ass is not making it in on time for valentine's so here

tl;dr it's barbiesmashing and legoclacking hours when my turtles and @the-kingpen 's turtles (nsfw work and blog, mind your fucking manners and pay attention to the tags) meet in a crossover AU (and the other 40+ AUs)

anyway, in time (way before) valentine's, I'm touching on our Buffy Musical arc from our first crossover AU where our bales ended up serenading/pitch perfect songfight each other

King's Raphie sings this

at my April, and she perished on the spot. Naturally, April has a song locked and loaded that I'm still drawing

[azumetapraline]

I COULD have had a favorite character just like me but NOOOOO I HAD to ship him with the protagonist huh??

[pardonmydelays]

i also think it's kinda cool how tyler makes me want to learn stuff

[jamietxrtt]

For the WIP word thing how about team and/or sun (or any weather related item)?

aaaaa tysm for the ask!!!

from 3 men 3 ghosts (my big long wip!):

“I’m figuring it out now. I don’t know. I’m not a natural at this like you.”

Ted half-smiles. “A natural at what?”

“You know. Coaching. Mentoring. Being a guiding hand and all that.”

Ted stares at him openly, blatantly. “Are you serious? You’ve been Jamie’s keeper all summer.”

Roy looks surprised at that for a moment, but then his lips tug up into a smile. “Well, yeah,” he admits. “But that’s different. Jamie’s easy. I dunno.”

“Jamie’s easy?” The baby pancakes are done now too, and Ted starts tearing pieces of tin foil to keep them warm until the subject of their conversation wakes up. “I love him to bits, Roy, but… are we talking about the same Jamie?”

Roy laughs. “Yeah,” he says. “For me he actually is.”

Ted waits for an explanation.

“He’ll, like, tell you if you’re being an asshole. He calls me on it all the time. The other boys won’t do that. Like, Sam, he’ll just get all sad and puppy dog eyes on me, and then I feel bad. Jamie’s not shy about telling me when I’m pushing it too far.”

Privately, Ted worries about a player pushing back on the coach's authority in front of the team, but he decides not to say that. If it works for Roy, then okay.

aa and this one is earlier from the same fic!:

He remembers one day, one summer, when Dad sat out there with him, rolling balls of clay together until their hands were dyed red. On Dad’s instruction, they left the clay balls out in the sun to dry, and the next day when Ted woke up, Dad had set up makeshift targets set against the trees. They were only flimsy pieces of cardboard with circles drawn on in marker, but when Dad lined up those homemade projectiles and winked down at Ted, it felt like the most exciting activity in the world. “Just like darts,” Dad had promised, putting one of the brittle clay balls into little Ted’s hands.

They’d spent the whole day playing target practice, taking turns chucking those clay balls as hard and as far as they could. When Ted finally scored a bullseye, Dad lifted him up on his shoulders and paraded him around to nobody but Mom, laughing along from the porch.

She was sitting right where Ted’s sitting now, actually.

Ted’s suddenly very uncomfortable out here. The heat feels less comforting and more oppressive. What was he thinking, bringing out a hot mug of coffee to sip on in the summertime? He can feel a bead of sweat tracing its way down his back.

[detectiveneve]

seeing people complain about their oaths breaking for slaughtering the goblin camp unprompted and the comments are like "but aren't the goblins evil??? why cant you just kill them????" buddy.... maybe you're just not a very good paladin......

[theloveinc]

Shinsou needs you to look at him so bad but also can't keep eye contact with you at all

Whore. Vying for your attention like a child only not being able to handle it cuz he's really just a baby deep down.

And you already know he can give the most dangerous pair of bedroom eyes if he really wants to, just has never liked someone as much as he likes you to actually want to use them seriously.

I feel like it's funny because, before you start dating, you think the reason he can't look you in the eye is just because he's aloof and doesn't care, but after you start, it's frustrating because it's so intimate and lovely and he still can't bring himself to do it! Despite always needing to be in your vicinity or up in your business, turning away the second you acknowledge him.

Getting-all-flustered-ass when you pay attention to him like he's not staring/glaring down everyone else... Yes, I would be kinda Pissed.

(It's really just because he's shy. Being all sexy and intimidating to keep people from thinking they can get all close to him.

The first time you go to the club together as a couple, you catch him giving sexy eyes to a guy chatting him up, and the second you walk over to confront him about it, he's melting under your gaze and ignoring the other person altogether... embarrassed and squirmy at the thought of you being mad at him but needing you to know it's just because he loves you so.

He just can't help it!!! And now the stranger is mad that you got him so easily... bamboozled.)