#just something I was thinking of

[hanafubukki]

To Malleus Draconia, you are as beautiful as a gargoyle in his eyes.

To anyone who knew him, that was one of the highest praises he could give.

You were protective of your domain. Ever faithful and always watching over those you cared about.

Some might mistake you as demure in the beginning, but when the time came, you would not stand to the side.

What could a magic-less student do? Some would say.

But what have you not done? You have done more than even those with magic could accomplish.

Saving lives and the world.

Though some would never believe this to be true.

It was you who was his first friend and then something more.

With time, as stones do, you too will change.

Like cracks worn through weather and waned, you would age.

Wrinkles and laugh lines formed. Body changed. Never again as you would be in your prime.

Yet you would always look beautiful in his eyes.

Time would take you. Crumbling away as gravel from stone. Bit by bit.

But he will always remember.

His love for you eternal.

[icecolebrew]

I really do love Disco Elysium. It’s downright wild, it’s unhinged, it’s heartfelt, and it’s my favorite interactive novel.

I remember on a podcast when the game The Witness was released, one of the hosts said it felt like you had the designer watching over your shoulder as you completed puzzles.

For me, the more I played disco elysium, the more I felt like someone was noting my actions no matter how minuscule or minor they were. It was like I was told to pick up a bundle of items and just toss them, then was observed as I picked the items and then threw them. Afterwards being asked to picked up and have an analysis written on what I went to pick up first.

If you get a chance and someone has a copy of Disco Elysium, please check it out. It’s such a fascinating game.

[interstellar-elf]

So the "Rapture" was trending on Twitter for some reason or another, but I'm starting to think that the whole concept of "The Rapture" must sound terrifying to Transformers, who probably think the humans are describing a visit from Unicron.

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[sheepydraws]

The secret Dungeon Meshi sauce that's getting people to eat better is that it's so non-judgmental. Senshi and the rest of the gang never talk about what not to eat besides things that taste bad and literal poison. They don't even talk about "health" that much besides the importance of a balanced diet. It's so much easier to eat well when you think of food simply as something your body needs, and that it's often worth the extra effort to make it taste good, especially when you understand how to connect "things your body needs" with "things that taste good"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[obsob]

i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

19

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[pigswithwings]

the angel staying over at my house asked for a nightlight in their room and i told them buddy, don't you produce your own light? what're you gonna do with more? and they said they wanted to see why people like it so much. and also that the nightlight i own is blue and they've been trying to understand color. anyways i think they've stared at it for an hour now

[abisalli]

Jason but he wears this helmet 😼

[tired-all-the-time22]

Failed phantom smooch ft. Letting the besties know

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF nightmare foxy is a huge fan of Roxanne Wolf,,

[noodelak]

need this movie..

[stump-not-found]

i don't think the theraprism is a good thing, guys