#it's like what they say

[snakedemonstories]

Xiao Yao asks him if he stayed with his foster father out of gratitude. He says yes, but it was not only because of that. He chose to stay also because of all the people who fought with him and died.

This made me understand him better and why he is so persistent in not giving up his army. He had a whole life of trauma before he met her. He has to fight for the memory of these soldiers who lost their lives. I get it. It was not just his allegiance to his foster father. It's also remarkable how he is the embodiment of her parents' story and the trauma they have left on her. What they did to her - abandoning her to serve their country - is what he would be doing to her all over again had he chosen to pursue her. But he loved her too much to hurt her like that. It's almost poetic.

[iobartach]

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send 📼 / ‘cassette’ to see a memory of my muse's

Something had seemed off about the window. The pane didn't sit flush with the frame, leaving a gap wide enough to cause a draft to slip through, rattling the glass whenever the wind picked up. Harried by this mild inconvenience, Miguel had risen to his feet, labcoat sweeping around his tall frame as he moved to inspect the window.

Up close, the problem became more evident; the glass wasn't just crooked, it was falling out of the wall, leaning forwards at a precarious enough angle to be concerning. To him, it was a prime example of a poor installation, a rare blemish in a building that exuded opulence and corporate greed at every turn.

Filing the matter away for a future complaint, as he stood and watched his reflection crumple into an annoyed scowl before him, he could still call to mind the list of co-workers that put forth their names for consideration for this hotly contested space. Men like Delgato, Williamson, Boone and McDade, all expressing their collective outrage when the access key was personally handed to O'Hara by Stone himself. Vicious vipers squabbling over meaningless scraps that Miguel could care less about.

For this place, the shoddy window, and the view of Nueva York's sprawling expanse that accompanied it, hardly mattered. He knew it for what it really was, mere window dressing that masked soulless intentions, bribery by any other name in a bid to make him stay.

Hmm. As if his genius could be bought that easily.

And yet, despite being in the know, he remained, a prized contributor in several projects, with word recently coming across his desk of a new enterprise currently in the works. A programme that would take inspiration from the Heroic Age, it required the guidance of a steady, competent hand to shape and mould it. Something that Miguel, with his proven record of accomplishments could provide...for the right incentive.

After all, the trouble with brilliance was, it afforded him the chance to be picky. Why should he settle for an office with shoddy furnishings when he could ask for so much more? Grabbing the carrot off the stick!

Indeed, the prospect tempted him, a feeling further encouraged by the presence of the faulty window that continued to taunt him with its inadequacy. In a world of mediocrity, he was a masterpiece surrounded by mere sketches. The shoddy window, much like his jealous co-workers, was yet another reminder that, even in the lap of corporate luxury, he was the one shaping the narrative, bending it to his will, one crooked pane at a time.

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[aropride]

interaction i have with shocking regularity is when someone’s complaining abt someone they know and theyre like “ughh they’re 21 and dont have a job and refuse to learn to drive” and then they remember who they’re talking to (me. 21 cant work cant drive) and go like

[sillyguy-supreme]

white americans when you tell them that the idea of climate change as an impending disaster is a reductive first world perspective because it’s a tangible reality for many in the global south already:

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[ursulaklegay]

its so scary to put yourself out there but a SINGLE message saying "hi i loved what you made it touched me in some way" makes it all worth it 10000%

[borrelia]

erm. official tumblr page btw.

turning off reblogs bc now you dipshits saying i've left out context are letting the goddamn oxford comma guy and his ilk in my notes. good job brave tumblr warriors o7

[qrowpilled]

hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month

[bamsara]

Finor, the first follower.

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[tigerjpg]

nothing makes me go "ooooh we are NOT the same" quite like reading some post about how people talk with their parents about their interests. what do you mean you told your father about stevebucky. what do you mean he asked further questions

[willgrahamscock]

the bond between mutuals who only share one or two fandoms is stronger than an entire fandom combined… I do not know what you are blogging about but you are right, pip-pip and bing-bong are homosexuals who crave blood and understanding and I will heart that in support