#just... reminiscing

[purrpickle]

Just took pics of myself to try to get my cats tucked into my sides, and spent a long time staring at myself. I haven't taken pics of myself (or had pics of myself taken) in, like, practically a decade (voluntarily), and I barely look at myself in the face in the mirror anyhow. So I just... Looked at myself.

Older than I think I should be, eyes green in the light than the blue they actually are, and struck at how noticeable and present the scar is over my right eyebrow an old girlfriend gave me over 17 years ago when she hit me in the face and the lens of my glasses bit me deep enough I had to go to urgent care and get stitches... Then had to take the stitches out myself (by asking said ex-girlfriend to take them out with tweezers) when they wanted to charge me to take them out themselves when the original doctor said they wouldn't.

*sighs* And you know the nurse actually asked me, my ex-girlfriend in the room still with me, if there was any foul play going on (intimating abuse)? And I just repeated myself, lying through my teeth, that no, me and my ex-girlfriend were just rough-housing and it just happened - - while all I could remember was the bright, hot feeling of blood waterfalling down my forehead and the sound of it splattering in my hand and down on the mattress after she hit my glasses off my face because I was crying and holding onto her and her heated, "Are you happy now?" as I gasped and stared down at the red fountaining out.

Head/face wounds bleed a lot. For a long time. Getting on the bus to go to the urgent care was... Awkward.

You also know jaw clicking sticks around? Seventeen years after getting hit hard enough in the side of the head another time, I still have TMJ issues.

..

You know, I still wonder what I would have answered if they had asked me if she hadn't have been in the room?

Probably still would have lied, as in love with her as I had been, but I just really don't know.

...

I just know it always confused me that, upon hearing my story about play-wrestling with my girlfriend and accidentally getting hit in the face, said girlfriend in the room with me, the nurse asked me about the possibility of abuse.

You ask me. With the abuser in the room. Sitting next to me?

How else could I have answered?

...

How else could I have answered?

...

It's been seventeen years. Didn't realize how much I still felt about this.

[isjasz]

Feather and Crystal (I remember)

Set after wild life session 5, under the premise that dd gave each other a feather earring and a crystal necklace back in 3rd life <3 They can be seen in a lot of my past pieces, the og concept was from bugs buggsxp back during dl !!

[monkesupreme]

ref

a satisfactory answer for Selina

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[feelo-fick]

"it feels like just yesterday you wanted to kick me in the throat..."

"that WAS yesterday! good times..."

og post :]

[yeagrave]

affection

[arkangelo-7]

The dichotomy of Batman and Robin is so fucking funny because on one hand you have a brooding, dramatic millennial with a rigid moral compass and a sense of extensional dread, and on the other you have an emotional support child that is somehow the literal embodiment of both sunshine and straight-up murder.

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[zorionbbq]

party chat #56: nanba's transformation

(transcript both in alt text and below)

[image description: five-page comic of a "party chat" conversation from yakuza 7.

beneath the scaffolding of a construction site, nanba holds a bottle of tea and asks "hey, you think i've changed at all since we met?"

the rest of the party, standing or crouching on the side of the path, turn to look at him.

"hm? have you?" ichiban tilts his head, hand on chin, and lets saeko pick from his chip bag. "i dunno, lemme think..."

adachi leaps to his feet, splashing his can of beer and surprising saeko. "got it!"

adachi snaps his fingers with a triumphant smile. "you changed how you part your hair!"

"huh?" nanba reaches toward the back of his own head. "nope, it's still the same..." adachi sheds a single tear.

hand raised high, saeko announces "right! your prescription changed!" ichiban taps a canned coffee on his palm in an "i get it!" motion. "what, are you trying to be funny now!? and that's wrong, too!" nanba retorts.

"okay!" han looks serious. "you changed the frames on your glasses!"

"you started wearing contacts instead of glasses!" zhao finger-guns with a grin.

"will you quit it with the glasses thing!?" nanba snaps at an unfazed, juicebox-sipping han. "and does it look like i'm wearing contacts!?" he gestures at himself. zhao smugly bites an onigiri, still squatting on the ground.

adachi frowns around a pocky. "huh? then what's changed?"

"never mind... sheesh." nanba turns his back on the group.

a view of the vending machine and soccer field across the way. "i just thought maybe i'd grown a bit cheerier since i met you guys."

"that's all." nanba doesn't see the party staring in shocked silence.

saeko, han, and zhao exchange fond looks.

nanba chugs his tea as ichiban approaches.

ichiban bumps his drink hand against nanba's.

"well, we already knew that, man." ichiban grins so wide his eyes shut.

"yeah, you smile a lot more than you did before, nan-chan." saeko concurs, offering him her chip bag.

nanba looks up, eyes wide. "ichiban... you guys..."

a hand lands on nanba's shoulder.

arm slung over his friend's back, ichiban cheerfully assures "and i noticed that you got some new lenses on your glasses, too." nanba's face falls.

the party loses it. saeko collapses on adachi, both doubled over in laughter, zhao cackles as his glasses fall off, and han clutches his head in despair.

"i didn't change anything about my glasses!" nanba roars. on the ground, a plastic bag of leftover snacks reads "#56 nanba's transformation".

end image description]

[staracket]

"i need to continue where jay left off as best as i can"

[weast-of-eden]

no because genuinely what did this look mean. WHAT DID THAT MEAN ARMAND

[mizgnomer]

David Tennant speaking to Esquire Magazine about his BAFTA 2024 red carpet look - during the promotion for Rivals

Video Source [ X ]

[bunnieswithknives]

How much can you fit under your skin?

For @warning-heckboop's AU :3

[jolalibrary]

I miss when we were gardeners. when we tended to our fandom garden as a collective, instead of worrying that someone was making their part of the garden fancier than yours. I remember when people didn’t expect that it would be here tomorrow, when we lived in fear that we’d wake up and a site that housed our words would be gone, vanished. now, we don’t even care when our faves vanish and their blog becomes abandoned. we used to nurture fandom because it was an escape from the acting some of us had to do day to day, that we could be ourselves here. it feels—at times now—that people walk in, pluck a flower and leave. that if you’re not posting something new, your use is so little. but then, I remember when gif makers were respected and appreciated, and never had their work stolen and immediately put on twitter, and when moodboard makers and artists were adorned with so many reblogs and comments with ideas and headcanons that aided in new stories being generated. now no one shares any ideas out of fear some blog will write it first and you’ll be accused of stealing what you’ve spent months on. I remember when writers were seen as people who were just as talented as the people I’ve mentioned before, when people acknowledged how long it took to write a chapter or a one-shot. now, we’re easily replaceable, whether it’s AI or we’re simply not quick enough that people don’t want to invest. I remember waiting six months for an update on my fave fic, and I never felt slighted by it. because we liked being in fandom? we liked being supportive of everyone in it. we didn’t like everyone in it, because that’s impossible, but we didn’t make it our mission to burn them until they left, because we understood that even a gardener we didn’t like, was still someone cultivating a flower for someone we couldn’t make on our own. the saying it takes a village applies to fandom, and the question we need to be asking ourselves is: are we all doing our part or just taking and hoping it’ll be there to take from tomorrow?

[morganbritton132]

A Tiktok goes up on Eddie’s account that’s shot at an awkward angle like he’d originally set it up for a different reason but got distracted. The tone of Eddie’s voice clearly shows he’s teasing when Steve cuts him off.

Steve: Eddie, stop. Tommy never had a crush on me

Eddie: Baby, I hate to break it to you, but everybody who has ever met you has had at least a little bit of a crush on you

Steve: No. that’s not-

Tommy: Steve, I was in love with you

Steve: What, no?? No. You loved Carol.

Tommy: Yeah, I still love Carol but I was in love with you for years. Carol was too.

Tommy: You broke both our hearts when you left us for Wheeler

Steve:

Tommy: Seriously, you never knew? That wasn’t an act for social media? Did you think that we took all of our friends on dates?

Steve: That wasn’t - we were just…

Tommy: No one jokes that often about having a threesome without kinda meaning it

Steve: I - that… *slowly morphs into that surprise pikachu meme*

[mikayesha]

Imagine if he started getting scared of bridges too