#ive never actually felt like this before

[konckalicious]

i'm not gonna lie i'm currently just listening to fallen down from undertale and crying like a baby

[umblrspectrum]

ive been struggling big time coming up with anything funny to draw that hasnt been done yet so have my rw au art dump

[ink-the-artist]

blood animals

[transmascxielian]

something something something maddie as the symbol of the sweetest person in the system still being the system. right from the start to the end she was backing up authority and supporting the powers which were heading everyone to war for the sole purpose of maintaining their perspective of the status quo. and she did all of this with a smile on her face and a plucky new-girl-on-the-force attitude and was altogether one of the best examples in the show of how it doesnt matter how much you smile when you're pointing the gun at someone.

[the-sussy-imposter2]

I thought Will would like messing with louise sometimes. Louise doesnt seem to like his sense of humor, though.

(Characters are will and louise from @peachnewt 's story, getting in deep !!)

[ceriseo]

its actually sooo criminal for charlotte bronte to write " 'He is not to them what he is to me,' I thought: 'he is not of their kind. I believe he is of mine— I am sure he is—I fell akin to him—I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him. Did I say, a few days since, that I had nothing to do with him but to receive my salary at his hands? Did I forbid myself to think of him in any other light than as a paymaster? Blasphemy against nature! Every good, true, vigorous feeling I have gathers impulsively round him. I know I must conceal my sentiments: I must smother hope; I must remember that he cannot care for me. For when I say that I am of his kind, I do not mean that I have his force to influence, and his spell to attract; I mean only that I have certain tastes and feelings in common with him. I must, then, repeat continually that we are for ever sundered— and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.' ". for her to write all that and expect me to just go on living???

[littleplantfreak]

Midnight

So...this is a self indulgent Ume/Reader kinda not too much Ume about your cat passing away and going through it because that's where I'm at right now and I thought writing about it might help. (i named it after my cat too so)

Word count: 800ish (sorry i know that's a lot)

Cws: Hurt/Comfort (I tried to make it a little happy at the end), Animal Death, Grief

I only read it through once so no beta and under the cut :0 because I don't wanna make anyone sad who doesn't want to be.

It’s snowing again and the white powder muffles sound, making the walk from the car to your front door quieter than usual. Your keys jangle loudly in opposition when you take them out of your purse to unlock the door. 

“Hey, I’m home Mid-”

The words die in your throat, realizing there’s no one to call out to. Hajime is still at work, and your cat, who would normally greet you with trilling mews and a smack of his tail is gone.

His sickness came quickly and in the end it was better for him to go peacefully rather than to let things fail on their own, causing unnecessary pain. Logically, you know that, but you never realize how big the hole will be until it stares you in the face. 

Hajime had tried to stay strong until the very end, if not for you then to make sure the last time your cat saw your faces they wouldn’t be scrunched up in upset. You saw the shatter of his walls the minute the vet let you know it was over though.

The small funeral you held for him in the backyard had left both of you snotty and puffy faced. It’s a beautiful grave, especially once the two of you were through planting the flowers and placing painted stones in a few extra spots. Loved and certainly not forgotten, your cat’s absence is felt now more than ever when you’re by yourself. 

His cat tree is still in the living room, still fuzziest where he liked to rub off on it, and a little green mouse is still under a side table, only visible if you walk past it the right way.

By the time your boyfriend comes home, you’ve been on the couch for about an hour. You pet the white blanket around you as if it could possibly come close to feeling like your cat's fur. It doesn’t.

“Too quiet?” Hajime’s voice guesses as he sheds his jacket. He knows what’s wrong without you having to say it. He feels the spaces left behind too.

“I still expect him to come around the corner to look at me with those big green eyes,” you sniffle, pushing the tears back. Grief is not easy. It bubbles up when you least expect it, yet the world doesn’t stop turning and it rarely gives you a breather. You both pushed through the work day though if it’s any consolation. 

“Me too sweetheart,” he says, walking into the room. He curls up next to you as he brings you close, a blanket of warmth that you're so familiar with. It almost feels unfair to be comforted like this, but the thought is pushed quickly aside when his fingers thread through your hair to massage small circles, a pleasant distraction from the ache in your chest and the soreness of eyes that’ve cried too many tears. 

You rub and pat and feel his back and shoulders, molding them like putty in simple reciprocation as if the whole of you is saying to each other “I’m here, you can feel me, I’m not going anywhere.”

It begins there. With little comforts like a text to tell him you’re home or the radio left on throughout the day so that when you walk through the front door you just might be able to sing to the song playing. With a weekly pruning and upkeep of the little grave whose flowers are just starting to bloom. 

The wound doesn’t necessarily heal, but it gets stitched up. The scar doesn’t fade but if you run your finger down it, you don’t wince like you used to.

Which is why, when there’s two little mismatched eyes peeking at you from the top of an old cat tree, months and months past since the last time it’s been used, you can’t help but feel a dull throb.

It wasn’t planned; most cats aren’t in your experience. Still, she is quite cute with her eyes that remind you of Sakura and an orange glossy coat. At first you were afraid to forget your first cat, but the longer you have her, the more differences you pick out between the two. She’s an addition, not a replacement, and you both agree wholeheartedly. 

“Yowch! She’s climbing up my back again,” your boyfriend whines from the kitchen. You can hear small mews signalling she's made her way to her perch.

“If you hadn’t taught her to do that and ride on your shoulder everywhere, you might not have scratches on your butt that I have to keep disinfecting,” you sigh exasperatedly back at him as you fold the laundry. 

“She likes to be tall!” he defends and you can see that, considering her favorite spot to jump up on is the top of the fridge. She fills her own spaces, just like your cat before did, and you can’t help but be grateful for that.

[ofbreathandflame-archive]

Rhysand teaming up with Amarantha? That’s like comparing TikTok dances to ancient spell. The Illyrians? They’re on a whole different level. You totally missed the memo on this argument

ehhhh what💀

the whole point is that rhys is (1) a bad high lord and (2) just lacks initiative. he's...a lazy ruler. he only 'challenges' the status quo in ways that still uphold it. everything 'good' about the night court -- he already inherited. if anything - the story kind of praises antiquated practices of rhysand's fathers in relation to velaris. and a lot of this is a symptom of sjm being a lazy writer - but the problem still persists. like he can make feyre 'high lady' but if he told cass or az "do not tell feyre about this," az/cass would defer to him. im not speculating about this, its literally canon.

the whole point in pointing out that rhys rounds up all the 'bad' illyrians and decides to torture and murder them is to show the disconnect. rhys is willing to commit these atrocities and murders - just not in a way that would productively help the females in his court. he is the absolute authority on this issue. we're not saying "if rhys did x" - we already know that he'll receive no consequences if he did. like if rhys didn't kill the illyrians, it would have been hard to make my argument; i would have been making up a hypothetical situation and then the argument will devolve into a semantic mess. but like we can make this argument bc rhys would just round up a bunch of illyrians and kill them. he already did.

the the overarching problem is that sjm has written in a scenario in which the citizens are all blamed for their poverty, femicide, and clipping. and the story cant justify how under the most perfectest, beautifulest high lord to ever walk the earth has had over 300-400 years to fix an issue, but hasnt.

like even tam tam rebranded his court so well that his citizens fundamentally didn't align themselves to his father's previous ideology. remember the spring court that literally supported slavery - tamlin rebranded that. feyre even mentions that he did such a good job at it that his people didn't miss a step when he started to exhibit those same behaviors. tamlin didn't inherit that atmosphere - he made it. and its weird when the villain of the story has shown more initiative than your protag.

in the same 300-400 years only one court actually changed. and it wasnt the night court. and this is not to be pro-tamlin, it’s just what’s established. and we can absolutely pick apart tamlin’s politics (he was also written by sjm - she can’t write politics for shit) too, but like broadly speaking - the night court operates in the same manner it did when rhys's father was in power.

[rubitheracoon]

Who knew the first humanoid I would ever draw decently would actually be the character I've been obsessed with for the last 3 months

ANYWAY I FINALLY MANAGED TO DRAW A PERSON IM SO HAPPY!!

[sakebytheriver]

Thinking about how when I told a "friend" who is pan/demisexual that I feel as though might be aromantic her first response was to interupt me before I could say literally anything else besides "I think I might be aromantic" to tell me that "maybe I just haven't met the right person yet" (literally her exact words) claiming she never felt romantic feelings until her current boyfriend when I had watched her date like five other guys before him and each one she told me she was in love with and had never felt romantic before them, and basically ended the conversation right then and there, but then I told my straight cisgender friend that I think I might be aromantic and her response was to ask me why I felt that way and was completely supportive and understanding as I told her my reasons, stating she didn't know if she could fully relate or even slightly relate, but that she would be there for me while I figured my shit out

[transchrisredfield]

There's so many options for building a character in Baldur's Gate 3 that I'm legitimately overwhelmed with who my starting character is going to be. I want to play as so many different things but I can only play the game blind once and who I play as will shape how I experience that. It's a good problem to have.

[unopenablebox]

every experiment people asked about after my talk is something i'm already working on 😌

[monkee-mobile]

it’s the 90s in my monkee universe where davy lost his mom young like he did irl and they are watching the land before time because, yknow it seemed like a cool newer movie and peter LOVES don bluth films so they happened to pick it up from a video store after it left theaters so they’re all at home on the couch snuggled up and then they get to the scene where the sharp tooth attacks and mike sees it coming and has a hand on davys arm immediately and sure enough theres a dying mother scene.

davy stiffens a bit but says he’s fine and so mike squeezes davys hand a bit but then eventually davy starts to sniffle and mikes like “okay that’s it micky pause it.” and despite it having been so many years since his mom passed and him having been so young at the time, something still hits davy, especially seeing a kid in denial that his mom is going away because he just assumed she’d always be there!

but davy is determined to push past most of his babyish ways of the past so he keeps assuring mike (who is holding his face and looking into his eyes) that he’s fine between breaths. but mike is in full mumma mode because davy became his baby forever and always, and they turn the film back on and it’s all fine but mike holds davy extra tight and snuggles up to him throughout the rest of the watch and davy can’t help but push himself into mike and cling onto his shirt because mike is there for him and he does love him so much.

[courtney-deserved-better]

i will say again and again how DELIGHTED i am that priya won. but i am also delighted that she and bowie made it to the finale together. about halfway through my initial watch of the season i just kinda went “oh it has to be them in the final two. it HAS to be” and for once in my life total drama agreed!! because it couldn’t be anyone else it HAD to be them!! and it was!!

[brainworm-blitz]

went into Hazbin Hotel hoping to enjoy it and ended up with a collective total of maybe five straight hours with my brother trying to dissect why it's so bad.

girl what the fuck happened here.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

Nothing beats having your mother walk into your room on christmas day and starting the conversation with "I think i deserve a pat on the back for not saying to your grandmother that our families emotional constipation is why your uncle john was an alcoholic at 15" So uh. yeah. Happy bloody Christmas!