#it's fun but also incredibly confusing

[gala-xyzz]

all i'm saying is i never thought my kingdom hearts au would get so complicated that i now have to write up a document to keep everything in order. what happened. am i becoming the next nomura. somebody either stop me or help me

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital redraw of the scene where chuuya shoots dazai in the shoulder. on the top of the drawing is chuuya holding a guy to dazai's head in the red and grey hallways of the prison. on the bottom of the drawing is dazai's pained face. the gunshot is shown stylistically as hectic lines behind his bloody shoulder. over the image is half a quote from goncharov that reads 'if we really were in love you wouldn't have missed.' the signature says dandelion-roots. end ID]

This quote from Goncharov (1973) in relation to soukoku has been haunting me from before I even got to that scene in the anime (the full thing is: Katya- Of course we're in love, that's why I tried to shoot you/ Goncharov- If we really were in love you wouldn't have missed). Violence as a tool for communicating emotions, especially love and hatred, especially love and hatred makes me go feral- how could I not think of the iconic quote that says that katya's miss was a sign of a lack of love/a fake love when chuuya didn't miss? Just... losing it over here.

[ruvviks]

// wip day.

tagged by; @adelaidedrubman, @katsigian and @hibernationsuit, thank you so much!! tagging; @reaperkiller, @envergothash, @dickytwister, @shellibisshe, @secondsundering, @devilbrakers, @dekariosgale, @velocitic, @necro-hamster and YOU!

thought i'd do something different for this today :^) i'm working on a powerpoint (inspired by ezra velocitic thank u for the idea ^-^) to hopefully one day be able to explain the cyberpunk extended blorboverse that red reaperkiller and i have been working on for over a year now! it also includes my own story with vincent and his friends since the two stories eventually come together sometime in 2083 and 2084 (yeah i know the game is called 2077 i don't care leve me aloe). here's some slides to give you an idea of what kind of lore to expect :^)

[witherrosealliance]

watching decked out 1's tutorial video and its super interesting to see what's changed and what mechanics came from what, etc. clank, for example, hasnt changed too much. its effect through the whole of the run were replaced by hazard, but at max it still releases vex and makes it easier for the mobs hunting you to find you (aggro-net, which i will forever be impressed by). but artifacts, while still the path to gathering points, function so much differently.

[jonathanbyersphd]

This "Joyce figuring out Jancy are together" fic has gotten a little out of hand but that's fine

[bookwyrminspiration]

i think the best and most confusing way to say "thats what she said" is

Quoth the she, thats what

Indeed, if someone came up to me and said that I'd stare at them for several uncomfortably long seconds trying to figure out whether those were real words or not

and then I'd pretend I knew what they said and remain confused the rest of my life

[peachcitt]

it’s about to be june everybody :)

[vargaslovinghours]

Y’all are being subjected to my Sims 2 tests, so there

The other set of Vargases came over for a visit and Scriabin picked up Shmee and started talking to Scriabin through him. Very normal, very usual

I downloaded some circle-glasses recolours and hghghh they look so good! Closer every day to his final details! Getting ever closer!

Edgar too! I made him a custom hair with a lighter undercut - I’m mostly happy with it, probably could’ve shifted it a shade closer to his skintone but the texturing was weird no matter what :P And his stripey shirt! I wish Body Shop didn’t have that hands-on-hips pose lol, it looks so much better in-game, but that’s all the better :)

I got some new clothes for Todd as well! As soon as I saw this ‘fit I was like “Oh that’s 100% Todd there he is.” Scriadad hug ♥ So cute

Foot-dancing together stopp it’s so cute!!

The way he looks at them stoppp <3 <3 They kept doing this right up til they left for home haha, Todd’s giggles are the cutest

Used SimPE to save him to the Body Shop, I now have infinite copies of The Boyyyy ♪

Moved him in with his “parents” as just shadow people basically, they’re not gonna matter in a bit as long as I remember how to get the Social Worker/Adoption process to work properly. Get her Todd!!

Wanna play? :D

Menacing :(

Look, Todd, your new dads are here! Initially I wasn’t sure who I wanted to adopt him, got lots of options; the first passes, the married couple with their own Todd, Johnny?? He definitely doesn’t have the facilities for a child lol But these are the ones that showed up on their own, so the married Vargases are the winners!

Scriabin cares more about him than his actual parents ;; A stranger off the street shows him more care! Not that it’s a high watermark

Look at him being a good dad!

Weh, he just wants friends ;; Poor baby

Best timeline, thank you

While we wait for CPS, let’s get some other interactions in! Nny is mean so he tended to prank the other two with a nose flick - mostly Edgar lol ♪ Now kiss

“Oh please don’t break all my bones~ :3” I love Todd looking up at them haha <3

Pffft, I think he was talking about the other Scriabin and just how attractive he is. Classic Scriabin. Alternatively, also funny to imagine him bragging himself up about how he’s just so handsome that Edgar can’t help but love him hahaha ♪

Allow me to tickle you with my KNIFE! >:D

Get a load of this guy lol

He ended up passing out at one point - I forgot which motives make CPS show up >.> - and completely 0%’d his comfort, but for some reason stargazing increased it?? It’s the same ground wh

Is two not enough to satisfy your butterfly bloodlust child?? He ended up with three, I had him release them before he was picked up by the Social Worker - success!

He rolled a new Want as soon as Todd was taken away - “Wants to see Ghost of Todd” Woah, dark! :0

And here he is on the married Vargases’ lot!! Success!! I did it right!! Heck yeah! :D Unfortunately they were uh, indisposed at the time. Good job guys pft

Goes right for Shmee, he really is Todd <3

[canonically-a-genloser]

4+1

four times Randy and Henrik were fathers to Paislie, and one time she got to be that for Cade.

a/n: i did these in chunks all starting at two in the morning im so sorry for whatever this is about to be or if it doesnt even make sense nrhfrhh-

(sorta edited? nrjffh-)

Paislie couldn't feel shit.

All she knew was, she'd been masked a long time and it felt like her brain was turning into jello.

Inky blackness floated in her vision as she stood at attention, the perfect picture of an innocent lamb that Showfall had dressed around the core of a monster.

Her weak thread of consciousness seemed to simply float around in the darkness. She was unable to do anything unbidden, and though her mind was neither entirely free nor hers, her senses would stay vaguely intact enough to either follow directions or know whether she was in danger.

All day long, she'd heard footsteps come and go, people speaking about her in low voices, and the like. She stood at alert, ready to follow any instruction, but none came.

She'd supposed the ones she could hear now were no different until they came to a quiet stop in front of her.

"Hey," a familiar voice said, and the tiny corner of her brain that was still hers felt a little happier. It probably would've been much more so if she were sure the person who was speaking wasn't mad at her.

"They said you could- should probably come get some rest," Randy told her. "Thought I'd come get ya."

It only took him a second of bemused staring to realize she couldn't verbally answer him.

"Oh, yeah. The mask- yeah." He paused for a second. "Well- either way. We should probably get you to bed. Don't want you to be sore from standing all night when the mask comes off. Come on."

Paislie only tilted her head a little bit. She'd thought Randy would hate her, she'd fought his basically-kids and gotten herself masked. Being a little extra sore would be getting off the hook lucky enough.

"Come on," he repeated, his voice more gentle this time. "It's okay. I know."

What did he know? Did he know the full story? Did he know she probably deserved what she got, like Sneeg had said in the first place? Did he know she'd jumped to anger first even though Charlie had tried to help? Did he know she'd accidentally hurt Charlie anyway?

She looked down. If she'd been able to, she would've cried. Randy should hate her, he deserved to, just like Harmony deserved it, just like August and Kimberlee and the twins-

A gentle hand on her shoulder brought her spiraling train of thought back to the corner of reality she could still process.

"Mask comes off tomorrow. We'll talk about it then. Okay?"

He held out a hand to lead her to her room, and again, if she could have, she would have let out an audible sigh of relief. He wasn't mad. At least not too much. He didn't hate her.

She took his offered hand with genuine quietness that no effect of the mask could ever replicate.

Something about it calmed her down. She figured Randy knew that, though.

Henrik didn't question it when he saw Randy with a masked Paislie beside him. He even picked up one of the blankets from where it was folded at the foot of the bed and handed it to her.

At least for now, she figured, they trusted her. They weren't angry or disappointed or anything else she'd convinced herself they would and should be.

And until they talked it out, she figured, that was enough for her.

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At first, Paislie had laughed when Henrik offered to cut her hair. In Showfall, everyone got simple haircuts that were quick and easy to effectively maintain. Nothing complex, no special requests. Just a trim or rarely a slightly shorter cut, only enough to make it look nice.

"I've got time," Henrik told her.

Paislie had just finished explaining to him how she wished her hair were shorter, among other non-Showfall approved ideas, but she still hesitated.

"You should just take your break," she said after a second.

Henrik smiled. "You're sure?"

When Paislie paused, he shrugged. "I've got a pretty clear idea of what you were describing. It's quick enough," he added.

"Right, but they'll notice."

"You're one in maybe a thousand people here, they've got more pressing matters than someone's hair getting cut a little extra. If you want, I could put it in a bun for you afterward so they can't tell how much is there."

She sighed, a half-smile on her face. "If you're sure you won't be in trouble for it."

" 'Course I'm sure," he said with a matching smile, nodding towards the wardrobe room. "Come on."

So it was, less than half an hour later, Paislie's hair only reached to her shoulders at the longest, and her bangs were layered better than she could've gotten even from any of the other employees who did actors' hair for the shows.

Henrik almost looked nervous when she didn't say anything for a moment after seeing it.

Paislie had never thought she'd have this much time just for her after she couldn't act in shows anymore. Once she couldn't be loved because there was no more need for her to be, once she wouldn't need comfort anymore because she wasn't physically hurt.

She sighed, smiling as she realized she was breaking down over a haircut, every part of her longing to hug Henrik out of simple gratitude.

"It's perfect," was the only thing she could think to say. "Thank you."

The older smiled down at her. "Don't sweat it. I'm glad you're happy." He paused for another moment. "We could mess with the wardrobe stuff for a while if you want. I think they got new stuff in."

"Hell yeah," Paislie said, her smile only getting bigger as the two headed towards the heavy black door.

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Paislie couldn't remember being this sick since she'd been resurrected.

She'd been instructed on what to do, told to use her inhaler more liberally if she felt like she needed to, and gotten certain medicines recommended to her- half of which the mall didn't even have.

But even the best that could be done short of getting reset wouldn't help if you literally couldn't breathe in the first place.

She let out a hoarse cough, to which every muscle in her body gave a protesting ache.

This was pathetic, she thought to herself. She was seventeen, far more than old enough to take care of herself, and yet she'd gotten herself so sick she couldn't even talk. Or work up the energy to move, she added bitterly.

And of course there was a meeting today.

Her eyes opened slightly as that last piece of information occurred to her. She tried remembering what day today even was, but her brain didn't cooperate.

So she figured she'd go back to sleep and hope by the time she woke up she'd be able to at least move.

She closed her eyes. She couldn't tell how fast time was passing or what she was dreaming, what was real, or what she'd made up in her Benadryl-addled mind.

When Paislie finally heard her door open, she rolled over to slightly open her eyes.

Randy was at the door (but hadn't he been here earlier?), and glanced around the messy room. He hesitated for a moment to take in the sight of her under a pile of blankets and entirely wiped out by whichever medicine she'd taken last.

She categorized her last memory of Randy being in her room to give her water under "Benadryl Hallucinations" and moved to sit up.

"Jeez," Randy said quietly. "You know, if you needed me, I could've been here. I've been around sick people before."

Paislie coughed into her elbow. "It's okay. Just needed to rest is all."

Randy nodded. "If you say so."

He was quiet for another moment.

"Had any water yet?"

Aside from her half-awake dream state, she didn't think she'd seen any around. The last water she'd had was maybe when she had her medicine.

"Can't remember," she admitted. "What time 's it?"

"Around six. Hang on, I'll be right back."

The room fell silent, and Paislie laid back down. She'd missed the meeting, but at least she wasn't alone now.

If her brain didn't feel like a mud puddle she'd probably be beyond pissed at herself right now, but she could deal with that later, ahe supposed.

A moment later, Randy reappeared with various items in his arms- almost enough that he could barely keep from dropping anything.

"Do you know when you last had any kinda fever reducer?" he asked, beginning to gingerly place down water, a thermometer, and a thousand other things Paislie was too lazy to keep track of.

She nodded. "Haven't been up since this morning. Should be fine."

"Good to hear. Let's check this thing, yeah?"

He held the thermometer out to her. "You wanna do it, or do you want me to?"

"I got it," she said, taking it and frowning at the buttons before she figured it out.

It beeped after a moment, and Randy bent over to glance at the number.

"Could be worse. If the fever reducers don't work though, we'll go get you reset, okay?"

Paislie looked up sharply. "It's not that bad-"

"I didn't mean it like that, hey." He knelt down to get on her level at the side of the bed. "It's nothing serious, alright? It wouldn't hurt. They'd just fix you up and it would be done. It's not like getting revived."

She didn't look at him, instead staring at her hands.

"Okay." Randy stood back up, glancing over at the nightstand. "We're gonna keep that from happening anyway."

Paislie coughed again, and Randy had to keep himself from wincing. She sounded awful, and whatever Amrita had tried to explain to Randy about why her lungs never healed properly probably wasn't helping.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

"Mhmm. Hurts a little," she answered.

He gave a sympathetic hum. "Sounds like it. Do you feel like your inhaler would help?"

Paislie shook her head, and he replied with a nod. "That's okay," he told her, offering her a glass of water and a fever reducer. "Sit up for me? After this, you can go back to sleep," he promised.

She did so, offering no resistance. It reminded Randy of Charlie at her age, though he quickly shoved that thought away.

Less than a moment later, the medicine had been taken, and Paislie was laying back down again with a thin blanket on top of her in a feeble attempt to keep her chills from getting too bad.

Randy looked at the loose braid he'd put in her short hair. Henrik hadn't taught him how to braid until recently, but he figured it would suffice until Paislie woke up and needed to head out of her room.

"Get some rest, Lee," he told her. "I'll go so you can sleep. I'll be back around tenish. Sound good?"

Paislie nodded. She didn't know how to feel about- most of it, really. She was beyond thankful for Randy and Henrik. Maybe it was just a matter of getting used to the whole idea of being taken care of by someone who wasn't half her age and size.

Maybe, on this side of dying, not everything would be bad about Showfall. Maybe she could dare to hope that the people here, kidnapped like her, wouldn't be like most people she'd known in the world outside.

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Randy for the most part knew how to raise a kid, if he did say so himself.

At least, two kids who would stay together and didn't leave a certain space. And who didn't cry as much as a girl would.

Paislie had been a whole different story from either Sneeg or Charlie. At seventeen, she'd learned to hate the world, she'd learned the type of grief that was feral and angry and protective of whatever was left of the people she loved.

Not that that was in and of itself terribly different from his own kids, but with it came a distrust of anything else. Including himself, since she hadn't been here nearly as long as Sneeg and Charlie had.

So of course the first time Randy caught Paislie crying on her own, she'd backed away with a look in her eyes like a caged animal that was giving up.

So Randy sat with her.

After raising Sneeg, that was the only thing he could think to do. Get on her level and wait.

And to an extent- it worked.

He could've picked a better place than the cold cement floor of the warehouse to get on her level, he realized extremely belatedly as the sobbing, exhausted teenager finally sat beside him for comfort.

Randy still didn't make a move to get up until she finally wiped her eyes for the last time fifteen minutes later.

"Better?"

"Dunno yet," the teary voice that didn't sound like Paislie said.

He thought for a moment. "How about you wash up, get ready for bed and all, and I can send Amrita or somebody in to make sure you're okay-"

"Can we have a guitar lesson?" Paislie butted in.

Randy looked over at her.

In all honesty, the kid looked like she needed anything but a guitar lesson. An ibuprofen, maybe, for the migraine she'd probably given herself from crying, and then a fucking nap.

"Yeah," he found himself saying anyway. "Go on. I'll be there in a couple minutes, okay?"

And she nodded back, the smallest of smiles showing up on her face before she hauled herself up off the floor.

She headed in the direction of her room, and Randy just as quickly found himself in Henrik's.

Henrik raised an eyebrow when Randy picked up his guitar.

"It's for Paislie," Randy explained. "Kid's having a rough time. Didn't say with what."

"I figured," Henrik answered quietly.

He moved to pick up Randy's small bag of guitar picks and other things he'd forgotten the names of and handed it to his husband.

Their hands stayed linked together for a second, Henrik looking down at Randy's callused fingers.

Randy offered a smile in return. "I'll be back soon," he said before gently letting Henrik's hand go and heading back out the door.

By the time he knocked on Paislie's door, the girl had gotten into pajamas and gotten out her own beat-up guitar, sitting on the side of her bed to watch Randy as he played.

And so she did. The songs she knew, she tremulously sang and/or played along to, and the ones she didn't she would lean against her bedframe to listen to while Randy played the chords.

Randy's prediction hadn't been far off, either. Within the first six songs, Paislie's eyes were closing.

Randy hadn't even noticed it until her hands began loosening around her guitar.

He gently put his own guitar down, gently taking hers to its stand.

"Okay. There we go," he said, turning back to her.

Paislie moved to lay down without being told, and Randy put his guitar strap over his shoulder.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"Yeah," Randy said in reply. It was as gentle as it was genuine. "'Night, kiddo."

"Mhmm. 'Night."

Randy was almost a hundred percent sure she'd fallen asleep before he had even finished closing the door on his way out.

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Paislie didn't know the kid who had been brought in very well.

All she'd learned so far was that her name was Arcadia, she was around ten years old, and that nobody could figure out how to get her to talk to them. For anything.

So she made it her mission to try.

She'd practically raised her four siblings, and August had been almost Arcadia's age. She could figure it out.

Paislie picked up her guitar, some snacks she'd stolen from the kitchen, and some random art supplies she'd found in a closet somewhere.

And with that, moments later, she'd found herself at the door of the newly renovated room that had been assigned to Arcadia.

She quietly knocked.

The room was silent.

Paislie glanced around the hallway, looking for any other room that had maybe been redone and maybe she hadn't noticed-

Until the door squeaked just barely open and the little girl appeared in the small opening.

"Hi," Paislie offered softly in greeting, not making any move towards the door for fear of scaring Arcadia off. "Heard you got here a little bit ago. I thought I'd come say hi. My name's Paislie, by the way."

The dark haired girl didn't answer, but she hadn't closed the door yet either. Sort of a win.

"I brought us some stuff we could do," Paislie tried again. "I have some coloring books. Wanna see?"

Arcadia looked doubtful, but still eyed Paislie's backpack curiously.

It was only a moment later that she slowly opened the door to let Paislie in, sitting on the floor beside her bed and motioning for Paislie to do the same from where she was across the room.

And so she did.

Paislie spent the next four minutes just talking to Arcadia. Showing her everything she'd brought to play with, briefly mentioning the guitar, and making subtle attempts at a genuine conversation with the other girl.

Paislie's answer came nearly an hour later. Arcadia had taken well to the coloring book Paislie brought, and even better to hearing Paislie pluck out a few songs she'd learned from Randy over the past almost year.

She'd been playing a lullaby and humming along when she heard the girl's voice alongside her own for a split second, as though Arcadia were worried she'd been too loud. When Paislie didn't outwardly react, Arcadia continued, if somewhat quieter.

Paislie would have smiled if it wouldn't have startled Arcadia all over again.

So she only sat, playing the song all the way through as well as she remembered it.

"Alright," she said softly afterwards, "I've got work. I can leave everything here if you'd like, though. Be back tonight if I get the chance and you'd like me to."

Arcadia nodded, the quietest of smiles on her face.

And Paislie smiled back.

Hopefully this kid wouldn't have to deal with Showfall putting her in shows, she found herself already thinking. She didn't bother trying not to hate Showfall.

If she couldn't protect anyone before, she could at least make every effort to protect Arcadia.

She could at least try to make sure Arcadia never regretted opening that door for Paislie.

[cube-cumb3r]

im gonna be completely honest man all this donna noble posting is getting to me. ive watched maybe max 3 episodes of doctor who 6 years ago but youre convincing me a little bit to watch more. youve made me insane about these two characters i know very little about outside of what you put on my dash. what are you doing to me

This is the highest honor anyone could've ever bestowed upon me,Laying down on the floor i've reached self-actualization god put me on this earth to make other people on tumblr unwell about donna noble and i've succeeded at long last. go watch 2006 christmas special runaway bride now

[mlobsters]

the big short (2015)

bro, you can go to versailles in the airport. good cuban food, right there. it's literally everywhere. you can't go more than a few miles in miami without stumbling into cuban food.

this a small part of why i got so incredibly riled up watching this the other day

[coquelicoq]

was trying to share a fun fact with my family today about a french idiom that means "to look bedraggled" so i said to them "hey do you guys want to hear a french idiom that means 'to look bedraggled'" and my sister said "can you say that again but in english this time" and i was like "i am speaking english? this is already english??!?!?????" anyway it turns out what she meant was that she had never heard the word bedraggled before in her life, she just picked THEE most confusing possible way to share that information. i was sitting there having a crisis like did i just say something in french and then immediately erase it from my memory or WHAT is happening 😖 that WAS english 😩 i haven't even said any french yet 😰😭

[steakout-05]

he is not amused.....

[gentil-minou]

I have a lot of anxiety about going to the movies alone but I also really wanted to see this movie and I'm still so mad I JUST missed Broker by a couple days so I was like okay exposure exercise I'm gonna see Hidden Blade because even if I don't know whether or not ill like it I didn't want to regret missing another limited release and omg I'm so happy I went it was so good and the anxiety was forgotten ahhhhh I'm really proud of myself

[ambalambs]

The map in this game is so huge ._. Also thanks to the current event going on i was able to go to a city way outside my level and I now have a snow leopard, a polar bear, and a raven ouo

[fortunately-bi]

I should read homestu- *gunshot*