#my kind of weird

[yanny-77]

OMG YOU KNOW AFTG?!??&!?!?! fuck yeah!!

I fucking love your FW story and I was just browsing through your tumblr rn and suddenly BAM aftg.

Do you think youll ever write for that fandom?

Oh hell yeah! I could talk about AFTG forever. I always wonder what people think about all my eclectic fandoms. I even slipped a reference to AFTG into Ch 8 of The Underpants Heist. Did you catch it?

I’m not sure how much overlap there is between AFTG and Fourth Wing, but when reading Iron Flame, every time Violet would say “I’m fine,” I’d think of Neil “I’m Fine” Josten. Neither of them was ever fine lmao

I’ve been going hard on AFTG lately because I’ve got TSC brainrot. It’s a big part of the writer’s block I had in April because I just couldn’t make myself think about Bodhi and Ridoc when Jean and Jeremy were right there.

I have a few ideas but I don’t know if they’ll ever leave my head and become actual fics. Before TSC, I never really considered writing fic for AFTG because I wasn’t sure I could do the characters justice. That, and I never wanted to write Riko.

But as I read Jean’s POV, it was like a lightbulb went off in my head. So much of Kevin’s actions and personality make sense now…from giving Nicki shit over chocolate to his attachment to Andrew to immediately asking Neil if he can play. Plus, I absolutely loved Jean’s friendship with Cat and I am so curious about Jeremy. What’s his backstory?

[marsmad]

I saw your last interactions with some anons and it reaffirms how much I miss Tumblr. Here you could really have debates and give thoughtful and lengthy answers. At the time, Tumbrl played a huge role so that today I am such a faithful supporter of Jared. And the fanfics lol, i miss those days.

When I started looking into Jared more, it's because I had the wrong impression that he was a weird person (not in the best of ways) and I didn't want to "fall for him" again if he was a bad person. At first the algorithm was leading me to the wrong people, but once I found the right fans it was amazing, and then on my own I started researching the weird stories I had heard about it and I discovered that most of them had no foundation and those that had some truth had an explanation. Along the way I stumbled upon a lot of nice stories and found out that Jared is actually a weirdo in the BEST possible way.

Anyway.. I miss tumbrl.

I have to say I miss "the good old days" on tumblr too. I'm so glad that you didn't just believe the awful things that have been said about him and actually did your own research. I wish more people were like you and used their brain instead of blinding accepting anything and everything.

He may be a weirdo but he's our weirdo and we wouldn't have him any other way 😍💖😍

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[acorviart]

not to sound like a boomer, but I need some people to learn how to write emails in a semi-professional (at the very least) format so you're not cold emailing a business/potential employer/any other stranger about formal matters in the exact same way you'd DM a close friend on instagram

the formality/language can loosen up in the email chain once you've established a rapport and you match the other person if they're being less formal, but please don't have the very first email you send a stranger be written in all lowercase ultra-casual sms slang with no greeting or signature and a billion emojis

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[the-holy-ghosted]

Girls will say "this is my beautiful wife" and their beautiful wife is just a weird looking man

[undeniably-sonder-blog]

We’re doing the electrics in our house.

My partner has pointed out they’re swearing like an electrician.

Their curse of choice is “cunt muffin”.

Naturally we had quite the conversation on what that would look like and that it would “taste nice for some” whatever that means

[egophiliac]

just something I wanted to try! (tumblr please don't absolutely destroy this, thank you)

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[mammutblog]

Hiya in ur deaged Timmy au, do you think Dick ever fought with Jason over Tim’s attention or got extreme jealous?

i think dick is really happy that jason and timmy get along so well but he’s also personally going through it

thank you @feyburner for the dialogue

[pastabaguette]

this is stupid. sorry

[rapidhighway]

new anatomy

[tofixtheshadows]

This is one of my favorite minor details in Dungeon Meshi, firstly because what in the femme fatale, but also because it's one of those little things that raises so many questions about worldbuilding.

The Occam's Razor defense attorney in me says that Ryoko Kui gave Kabru a boot knife because she wanted him to escape from his bonds here. And Kabru is a very competent swordsman, why wouldn't he have a boot knife, sure. He's already got a dagger, he can have this too.

And yet: the implications. Kabru, why do you have that? That is not remotely something that could be easily accessed or used in combat. Nobody is pulling out a pen knife from the heel of their boot during a fight with a monster. It's useless in the dungeon ... unless you're the type of person who isn't just worried about monsters.

I've mentioned this before, but I consider one of Kabru's functions in the narrative as being the character who fully brings the idea of human ecosystems into the story. There's a reason why he's always connected to large groups of people (Toshiro's party, the Canaries). He (along with Mr. Tansu, briefly) introduces the reader to the social and political forces working on the dungeon, showing us that none of this is happening in a monster-filled vacuum. His confrontation with the corpse retrievers, who very nearly kill Kabru's party permanently with their reckless murder-for-money scheme, reminds us that monsters are not the only things that prey on humans. Kabru understands the ways the dungeon causes people to put profit over human lives.

We only get hints of it in the story, but like any gold-rush-style economic boom, it's implied that there is a lot of crime and corruption surrounding the dungeon.

So yeah, it really makes me wonder why Kabru keeps a tiny knife in his boot, meant to be carried on him even in situations where he would otherwise be unarmed. Stored exactly in the place where it's easy to reach, even if, for some reason, your hands are tied behind your back.

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[seagiri]

wanted to paint something

[inkskinned]

before you know about women, you hear that you do not need to love the man, just that you need to love him through his manhood. which is to say you have seen the future painted in lamb's blood over your eyes - how your mother shoots you a look about your father's inability to cook right. how your aunt holds her wineglass and says i'm gonna kill em. men, right! how your best friend bickers with her boyfriend, how she says i can't help it. i come back to him.

you learn: men are gonna cheat. men aren't going to listen when you're talking, because you're nagging. men think emotions are stupid. they think your life is vapid and your hobbies are embarrassing. men will slam things, but that's because men are allowed to be angry. if you get loud, you're hysterical. if a man gets loud - well, men are animals, men are dogs, men can't control their hands or their eyes or their bodies. they're going to make a snide comment about you in the locker room, about your body, about how you're so fucking annoying. you're going to give him kids, and he will give you the money for the kids, and you're going to be running the house 24/7 - but he gets to relax after a long day, because his job is stressful. the man is on stage, and is a comedian, and says "women!"

and you are supposed to love that. you are supposed to love men through how horrible they are to you - because that's what women do. that's what good women do. wife material. your father even told you once - it'll make sense when you're older. it was like staring down a very lonely tunnel.

it feels like something's caught in your throat, but it's all you know, so. it's okay that you see sex as a necessary tool, a sort of okay-enough ritual to keep him happy, even though he doesn't seem to care about happiness as-applied-to you. it is relationship upkeep. it is kissing him and smiling even though he didn't brush his teeth. it is getting on your knees and looking up and holding back a sigh because he barely holds you as you panic through the night. it's not like the sex is bad and you do like feeling wanted. and besides! he's a man! like... they're another species. you'll never be able to actually communicate, right. he isn't listening.

you just don't get it. you don't feel that sense of i'm gonna climb him like a tree. mostly it just feels fucking exhausting. you play the part perfectly. you smile and nod and are "effortlessly" charming. and it's fine! it's alright! you even love him, if you're looking. you could have good life, and a good family, and perfectly happy.

in the late night you google: am i broken. you google i'm not attracted to my husband. you google i get turned on by books but not by him. you google how to get better in bed.

the first time he yells at you, it almost feels like blankness. like - of course this is happening. this is always how it was going to end up. men get angry, and they yell, and you sit there in silence.

you mention it to your friend - just the once - while you're drunk. she shrugs and says it's like that with me too, i just try to forget and move on. men are always gonna hear what they want to. pick your battles and say sorry even though he's in the wrong. you play solitaire online for a month. you go to your therapist appointment and preach about how you're both so in love.

after all, you have a future to want. nobody lied about it - how many instagram posts say marriage is hard. say real love takes work. say we fight like cats and dogs but the best part is that we always make up. how many of your friends say happy anniversary to the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. if you really loved him - loved yourself too - you'd accept that men are just different from you.

the first time she kisses you, it's on a dare at a party. something large and terrifying whips through your body. you wake up sweating from dreams where her mouth is encrusted with pearls and you pick them off one by one with your teeth. fuck. you sit at the computer and your almost-finished game of sim city. you think about your potential perfect life and your potential future family. you google am i gay quiz with your little hands shaking.

you delete each letter slowly. you don't need to love him. you just need to keep going.