#need to let this out of my system because the more i think about it the more sad i get

[travelingmaster-inspirations]

I came home from work, exhausted but happy with what I had accomplished. I locked the door and went towards the kitchen to start fixing myself a 'welcome home' drink and see what I had available to prepare supper.

However, I found myself going to my bedroom instead. I was puzzled for a moment, but as I started to undress, I had a sense that a 'welcome home' drink would be even better if I changed out of my work clothes. I figured that loose fitting pants and a big shirt would be just perfect!

However, as my mind idled to a million and one thoughts, I found myself putting on one of my prettiest sets of lingerie that was completed with a matching pair of high heels. Again, I was more than a little puzzled but as I walked back down stairs, I couldn't deny that I felt incredibly comfortable and in the end, that was my goal so I didn't bother too much about it.

After all, dressing up made me feel extra sexy and a lot more beautiful, which was always a good stroke on my ego. The though even pushed me to go into the bathroom so I could touch up my makeup! No sense in only dressing sexy, right? Might as well go all in.

Having made myself as beautiful as I could, I felt this wave of contentment wash over me as I made my way back towards the kitchen. I was beautiful... I was sexy... I was comfortable in my own home after a long day. Everything felt perfect and I remembered that all that was left was my stiff drink.

However, instead of going to the kitchen, my feet brought me to the living room. I felt momentarily lost, like I had forgotten something important because I couldn't figure out why I had entered the living room without my drink. After all, sitting comfortably in my lazy chair WAS what I wanted to do, but I needed my drink to relax. Didn't I?

I grabbed the remote control, mostly out of habit I think, and turned on my television. As I did, I suddenly remembered why I had entered the living room. It was a bit out of order, but turning on the relaxing musing stream always took a while to load thanks to my slow internet network so it made sense to load it up while I went to fix my drink.

I went through the motions of clicking the correct series of icons and apps and put down the remote, intending to finally get my drink.

However, instead of walking to the hallway, my feet betrayed me yet again and brought me to the lazy chair. I couldn't help but frown as I sat down, completely at a lost as to why I hadn't gone to the kitchen.

I stayed that way, sitting comfortably perplexed as I wondered why I couldn't find the will to stand up again.

That is... Until the screen and speakers finally came alive.

I expect the usual classical music to erupt from my sound system, but instead, echoing tones filled my living room as my television came alive with soft captivating colors. Instantly, I felt myself get drawn to look at the familiar screen. The more the sounds echoed, the more it made me want to watch and the more I watched the more my skull seemed to tingle with delight as wave after wave of deep relaxation washed over my thoughts.

And as they did, they revealed foggy memories I remembered to forget.

Memories of being hypnotized...

Memories of surrender and pleasure...

Memories of service and obedience...

Memories of the man that also lived with me...

Memories of watching this screen every evening after work...

Memories of the girl I become once the screen is done with me...

They all come in gentle waves that excite me more and more as I sink deeper and deeper into trance.

Soon, I would re-awaken... Ready to enjoy bliss...

Ready to obey...

However, that would only come after my mind has been thoroughly put to sleep by the captivating colors and inviting tones.

So for now, as I wished to do from the moment I left work, all I need to do is relax and let my mind drift away...

[amara-eilish]

wet

smut wow 2 fics in 2 days (crazy!) billie is looking at you cruelly, your lips puffy from the remains of her lipgloss earlier, and stained from the emptied wine bottle between the two of you. you’re sitting on the patios outside your house, overlooking los angeles’ nighttime sky. the slight bustle of the city can be heard along with the soft breathing of shark from inside the house.

billie is on top of you, her head resting on your chest after just making out. your head slightly dizzy from the alcohol in your system slightly turned on. you can feel that billie is turned on too with the way she is touching you, running her fingers down your chest and hips. she looks up at you and kisses you, becoming more sloppy with the seconds. your little hums of satisfaction making billie push her lips against you harder. the feeling of billie’s cold fingers shoved up your shirt makes you shiver. her cold fingers against your bare skin instantly make your nipples harden. billie looks at you with a subtle smirk before wrapping the waistband of your underwear around her fingers and pulling them down. you whine at the cool feeling against your core. you were the complete opposite of billie now. her fully clothed, and you fully naked. billie places her palm on your stomach, biting her lip as she takes in the sight of you fully naked and so flushed out in front of her. your hips start to grind against the air between your legs making you close them shut. billie looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “what’s wrong pretty hm?” rubbing against your thighs softly. you shake your head no at her question, letting her know that nothing is wrong, slightly biting your lip. “so there’s no reason you want to keep your legs shut baby?” you’re slightly panting, the pain beneath your legs goes unnoticed by the look on your face, but nevertheless you try to cover it up, wanting to play along. billie giggles at your embarrassment, “are you sure, sweet girl? nothing’s wrong?” she asks again her hand gliding down your chest, her finger circling your nipple. “i have a theory, you wanna know what it is baby?” she asks. you nod quietly lip tucked between your teeth. “i think it’s because secretly you’re dripping. am i right? are you making a pretty little mess there?” you’re so close, billie’s torture makes you want to whine and moan but you know you have to be quiet. your cheeks have turned a different color with embarrassment. “do you mind if i check baby? can’t have you being all naughty and making a mess on our patio right?” billie teases. you let out a faint whimper, continuing to play along, you’re grinding against whatever you can on the couch. 

“show me how wet you are angel,” billie coaxes, though you just shake your head, tears threatening to fall. “s’ too hard baby? can my pretty girl not think? are you worried you’re going to make a mess?” you nod quickly billie faux pouts at your concern. “my poor sweet girl, so worried, it’s okay baby let me help you.” 

the way billie was talking to you was making you throb profusely, your head was dizzy not a single thought in there. billie softly spreads your legs biting her lip, “oh pretty, look at the mess you’ve made, my dirty girl so so wet,” your mouth was agape, and no words could come out. “my baby's too worried about how wet she was to realize that she made a mess, s’ okay i’ll help you, baby.” 

billie runs a finger down your slit causing you to whine and buck your hips up. “please” you whisper faintly. 

“what was that mama? gotta speak up for me,” 

“need you so bad please, billie�� you whine out gripping onto billies hand. 

billie loved this, she loved teasing you and loved when you got dumb over her. “need daddy to make you feel good baby? hm? what do you want my love?” she asks.

you grab her wrist thats cupping your pussy. “need you to touch me please daddy,” 

with that billie plunges two fingers into you leaving them still, and watches as you slowly begin to grind on her palm. you start quickly chasing the release you’ve been after all evening. you’re a whimpering mess head thrown back eyes shut as you grind against her palm. 

you open your eyes to watch billie as she stares at you so lovingly, mouth agape and moans falling out. “my sweet girl, just needed her daddy to touch her huh?” she kisses you so sweetly her tongue swiping over your lips. billie’s words and trying to focus on grinding against her hand was impossible at this point, you couldn’t focus on anything, just wanted to chase the high you were longing for.

“oh baby? do you need daddy to help? sweet girl can’t even rub her pretty pussy on my hand, always needs me to help,” you movements were becoming more erratic unable to focus as billie takes her fingers out of your pussy and slowly rubs your clit, “need you to help me, please,” you beg for billie’s touch longing for her to make you cum.

“don’t worry angel, i’ll help you just lie back, don’t need to think about anything in that pretty little head of yours,” billie says, as you lie back on the couch. she smirks before plunging back 2 fingers into your pussy quickly fucking them into you “juuust like that baby, goood girll, just needed my help hm?” you nod quickly, moaning louder and louder. billie feels you getting close the wet sounds of her fingers going in you and your moans are all that’s heard, as urges for you to come, “it’s okay my love, come for me, i know you’re my good girl, my perfect girl,” her words just edge you on, and suddenly your back arches and you feel like you’re seeing stars as billie continues to fuck you through your orgasm. 

“that’s it baby, there you go,” billie says softly, 

“think you’re still wet?” 

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[thethronezone]

High Consort Pt. 3

Like mentioned in previous parts, you have a Custodi bodyguard. But you also have a whole guard of Custodes assigned to guard you, on orders of the Emperor of course. Your Custodi bodyguard just so happens to be the captain of this guard and the one that's always directly by your side. Because of this, you are quite close. So what if they work for your husband? So does every other bitch in the Imperium!

Whenever the Emperor leaves for the Great Crusade, it's up to you and Malcador to hold down the fort and make sure that everyone stay in line, both on Terra and beyond. You especially are seen as an extension of the Emperor and his will. This means a lot of public appearances on your part, with you flanked by your personal guard. Your presence reminds people that while the Emperor may be off planet and busy elsewhere, he is still aware of everything that's going on.

Because of this, you rarely leave Terra, or at least the star system. You might visit Luna or Mars every now and then but it's very rare that you venture to another part of the galaxy. You are needed where you are, providing a sense of stability in the heart of the Imperium.

Some people (mostly nobles) believe that, just cause you're not an incredibly buff, 4 meter tall, armored super-psyker that you are for some reason easier deal with, easier to push around. WRONG. You are both equally as terrible, sorry not sorry. The Emperor is unapproachable and straight up railroads every conversation while you just don't give a shit. You are older than most noble's bloodlines, at some point their rules just stop applying to you. The one big difference between you and Big E is that you at least try to act like a normal person, he doesn't, so people just find it easier to approach you.

There's also a belief that since you are HIGH Consort, that the Emperor is open to getting more consorts/concubines. At first this assumption was funny, the two of you had a good laugh about it. Then people kept trying to marry off their family members to him, accosting him at events, sending letters and some downright begging on their knees for him to accept one of their sons of daughters. Then only you were laughing. And Malcador, of course. He also found it all very funny.

Sometimes, when people want something from the Emperor or want to meet him, they try to get through you first. Butter you up so that you will put in a few good words for them to your husband. You might humor them for a short while, pretending to be as shallow as they appear to think you are, but the moment they no longer amuse you or step out of line you'll give your Custodi bodyguard a look that they know well. It means "I am tired of their chatter, remove them from my presence and if they ever try to approach me again, don't let them." You might be immortal but you won't waste your time on people you don't like.

A family can be a super-human psyker, his consort, their unmarried friend, their 10 000 strong personal army, their 20 18 super-human children and their respective super-soldier legions.

Half the Primarchs look at your and the Emperor's marriage and go "aww, so that's what true love looks like" and the other half goes "why haven't you DIVORCED this man yet?" Mortarion, Angron, and Perturabo full on believe you have Stockholm Syndrome or something.

Meanwhile, Lorgar, Horus and Lion think this is the perfect marriage, like, this is what everyone should strive for. Lorgar has written sermons about it and called it the "most divine and holy union in the galaxy". Would threaten to crucify himself if you and the Emperor ever separated. His legion would join him in solidarity. This is a hostage situation.

[asherthehimbo]

Homesick

pairing: traveling photographer! Hongjoong x local! reader

wordcount: 718

warnings: uhm, one or two suggestive sentences but like thats it, mentions of alcohol and going out drinking, ( gender of reader not specified but like involves cutesy texts so take that as you will)

notes: guys i love Mico sm and this song BEEEN stuck in my head so here you go. I AM busy working on Guardians and Bloody sunrise but this was a short little drabble I had since I've been suprisingly busy so its easier for me to write this format than full length chapters rn

Hongjoong is a traveling photographer, his habit of drifting from place to place quite literally in the job description, yet to him there's no place like home. He can never be away from home for more than a week, gets this bubbling anxiety in his stomach that twists in all the wrong ways. He likes home, he likes his own studio where he can secretly work on music without another person's judging ears, he likes his home built darkroom, refusing to develop the photos of his work, when needed physically, anywhere but there.

He's made quite the name for himself, ‘the photographer who gets bored of places easily’, while it may not be the truth, he lets people believe it because it's less embarrassing than the fact that in all honesty he just gets homesick. The title has people scrambling to employ him, thinking he's some sort of elitist artist if he deems himself better than a place after a few days, which isn't what happens, but watching his bosses for the contracts scramble to try and have him stay, to show why they're place is the best has its benefits.

Yet his favorite benefit of all has to be you, a local hired by the same company that hired him to help guide him through the town. He's spent four days with you already, his flight back home leaves tomorrow and while usually around this time he'd be missing home desperately, the thought of returning, of leaving this town, leaving you, hasn't crossed his mind once since he came here, since he met you, until you brought it up, “Wanne go out to celebrate your last night here?” your words were like a punch to the gut, a reminder that this wasn't home, that to you he was just a tourist, a man with a job, to you, he was your job.

He agreed, of course he did, anything that would have him spend more time with you. In all your drunk babelings, all your compliments and teasing flirting, never once did you ask him to stay. It was all his alcohol filled mind could think about, how the words might fall from your lips which he so desperately wanted to kiss. He wanted you to ask him to stay, to beg him to stay. He must've run though a thousand different scenarios on how you would, if it would be spur of the moment, right before he had to leave for the airport, if there would be actions or words leading up to it, if you'd ask pleadingly, or if you'd ask breathlessly between kisses- the last one was his favorite. Yet you didn't. The night dragged on, he crashed at your place, woke up the next morning to you smiling down at him who was sprawled out on your couch.

You drove him to the airport, you saw him off, not once did your smile leave your lips, not once did you show an inkling of want, of yearning, of needing him to stay the way he needed you too. He arrived home with your name still on his tongue, no- not home. Hongjoong stood in front of his house, but it did nothing to cure the homesickness, not when it only started the moment he had entered the plane gates, when you had disappeared from his sight.

“Hii Joong ₍ᐢ.ˬ.⑅ᐢ₎ lmk when you get home safe! I hope I made your time here enjoyable, if your ever back in town id be happy to show you around some more, get some rest much love (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡”

your text message was like a shock to his system, on one hand he had your number, you'd willingly reached out to him ever after you were done, you'd checked up on him, it made his heart race. On the other hand, it was formal, it was an invitation to use you as a guide again, not a friend, nor something more, the message was a formality, one probably sent to all your clients, that made his stomach drop.

It didn't matter, he’d make sure he was back in your hometown, he'd make sure to see you again, he'd make sure to make you his. He didn't get this good at his job by giving up.

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[princess-of-purple-prose]

[ID: A collection of tweets by bobby 🐀 #BENIGN DEVI… @/bobby_speeds that read:

"the System really convinced Shen Qingqiu that the Jade Guanyin token could be used to save his life later, so he held onto it despite wanting to return it, and then when the time finally came to use it, the System withheld it until it was too late to actually save his life

"I know I'm just theorising but like, it's SUCH bullshit that it had to "load" the item. That had literally never happened before, but it just soo conveniently meant that SQQ had no choice but to choose another "scenario pusher"

"It wasn't enough for SQQ to just pull out the token, calm Binghe down and let them talk about their feelings, which by ALL rights should have been what happened, if SQQ and Binghe had just been people in a real world instead of characters in a narrative

"but it just doesn't make for an interesting climax, so it couldn't be allowed to happen. the audience (the in-universe readers of the revised PIDW, but also, like, us) would have found it underwhelming, so who cares how badly it traumatised the people involved??

"The System is just so fucking horrifying when you look past the cutesy emoticons. It acts cheerful and silly all while threatening SQQ with death or punishment and will happily make anyone suffer in the interests of "the narrative"

"I won't ascribe malicious intent to the System. It's an unfeeling entity that exists for no other purpose than to create an interesting story without regard to its characters' lives, but that in itself is way more scary.

"people LOVE watching characters suffer. I love it!! I like happy endings but I NEED an interesting middle. reading it, analysing it, thinking about it. the maigu ridge scene is horrific, but I'm literally deriving entertainment from it right now!! I'm having fun writing this!!

"and I hate the system so much, but what would this story be without it?? can any of us honestly say we'd enjoy this story half as much if SY had woken up in PIDW and lived a peaceful life of spoiling his disciples with no abyss and none of the major conflicts that resulted?

"The System is just the most incredible villain. It's terrifying and uncomfortable but it's us!! it did those things for US!! for our enjoyment as readers!! and we ate it up. we loved it. WE did that to them.

"The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System (Image of a Tumblr post that says: “Based on my obsession with the concept of The Narrative I think we should invent a new kind of tumblr/twitter discourse where we argue that it's inherently immoral to write fiction because its prevents characters from exercising free will” / “'girl help my characters are unionizing'”)" End ID]

[strawberrymanifest]

Finally accepting the 3D never mattered

If you’ve been wondering how to ignore the 3D and accept 4D/imagination as the only reality without neglecting the 3D or living in denial, then this is for you.

This post is heavily inspired by this post by @4dbeingguide so check it out after.

This part of their post made “ignore the 3D” click for me and what I’m going to be building on:

“what if what i’m doing won’t make anything manifest in the 3D?” then boo-fucking-hoo? it wouldn’t even matter because that’s not where you live. you’re 4-dimensional. […] think about this question: “what if it doesn’t manifest in the 2D (a world of only length and width)?” i bet you’re like “womp womp? the fuck would that have to do with me? it’s not real and I don’t live there!” give that SAME energy to the 3D. you live in the 4D.”

So if we remember geometry class, we understand that the 2D is a hypothetical world of only length and width. (Think of a square). And the 3D is our world, with length, width, and depth. (Think of a cube)

The 3D takes the 2D and adds another dimension; depth. Likewise, the 4D takes the 3D and adds another dimension; your inner world of thoughts, beliefs, and assumptions.

So when we say 4D/imagination/inner self is the true reality, we can still acknowledge that 3D world exists! We just know that our reality is more than what the 3D is showing us. Let me explain.

You have never experienced a 3D circumstance without your mind generating some kind of assumption about that circumstance. For example, if you see a red round fruit your brain automatically assumes that it is an apple (or it assumes idk what that object is).

You cannot see the 3D without automatically assuming something about it. In this way, you have never “experienced the 3D”. You can only experience the 3D + assumptions of it aka the 4D. The 4D/imagination is your only reality.

You don’t live in 3D, you perceive it from the 4D.

The 3D is real. But what it’s showing us doesn’t matter once we see that the 4D, our thoughts and assumptions about the 3D, are the only thing that we truly experience.

You are not experiencing difficult circumstances. You are experiencing difficult thoughts and assumptions about the circumstances.

See the difference? See how this frees us from caring about the 3D?

Anytime a 3D circumstance happens that is “against” your desire remember that the 3D is not telling you don’t have your desire. The 3D can’t tell you anything, it’s just a bunch of shapes and colors. It’s your unconscious reaction to the 3D that is telling you that you don’t have your desire. And that is something you can change.

You are experiencing your unconscious thoughts/reactions, and you are calling it “difficult circumstances”.

You need to stop, become aware of your reactions to the 3D. Realize the 3D is not what you’re upset about, your assumptions are upsetting you.

But you know about the law, so you can change what you assume. Affirm, visualize, accept that it is done, and persist, in spite of what your mind’s automatic reactions say.

To wrap it up:

I personally don’t subscribe to the idea that “the 3D isn’t real” bc of course it is we can literally see it. However I do believe that the 3D doesn’t matter because it is not what we truly experience.

If you still haven’t been able to let go of what the 3D is showing you it’s because you haven’t realized that the 3D isn’t what is bothering you. It’s your mind’s unconscious belief system that is producing unfavorable thoughts related to the 3D.

The reason you’re struggling is because you don’t realize that every thought you have is an assumption, not a fact. Once you become aware of this you see that all that needs to change is your thoughts/beliefs/assumptions. If you are struggling to “just change” your beliefs, I will be making a post on how to stop being a victim to subconscious beliefs very soon.

(This is my first long post so lmk if anything I said wasn’t clear, I’d love to answer any questions!)

[theangrycomet-art]

So about your red guys don't die au, I'd love to know more about!!!! It makes me feel happy, first off right before I stumbled upon it I was like "wow I sure wish some makes a tfp au where Cliffjumper doesn't die because he's one of my favorite characters" and then I scroll down some more and see it here! Like how funny is that!

I'm glad people seem to be enjoying it so far! There is not enough justice for Cliffjumper truly. Me throwing in Ironhide is purely bias and I am not above admitting so; i think he's fun and highly underrated.

I'm doodling as ideas come to me as I gradually watch the show with my sibling and seeing where I can fit in my guys, so not a whole lot is set in stone, but I've got some pretty minor tweaks to how the first episode(movie? five-parter?) would go.

Starscream doesn't outright kill Cliffjumper (obvs) instead keeping alive just enough to try and pry information out of him (of course, Starscream is stuck dealing with the mech who claimed a secret coded message from Optimus Prime was the Autobot leader stating that Megatron smelled like Unicron's armpit so brute force was met with very little success)

Most of Cliffjjumper's injuries were acquired during the interogation but what screws him over in the long term is his exposure to Dark Energon. Megatron decides to test out the start of his "new army" (a small legion of revived vehicons) on the battered bot

The Autobots rescue mission was successful but CJ is BAD condition (being cut clean in two is never fun even if you hadn't been through 3 days worth of Starscream) and Ironhide was even able to secure a bit of energon

this resparks the argument between Ratchet and Ironhide on where their limited energon supplly should be focused on: weponry or medicine

If Ironhide had been able to upgrade Cliffjumper's arsenal like he'd wanted he wouldn't have been so easily captured

If Ratchet had been able to keep a supply on hand Cliffjumper they wouldn't have needed to worry about whether they had enough to to properly flush the crud (Dark Energon) out of his systems

Since Ratchet has to focus on treating and stabilizing Cliffjumper, Ironhide is the one to accompany Optimus to the Graveyard and confront the army of the undead (for the record, his plasma blade upgrades worked fantastically thank you very much!)

Preoccupied with CJ in the MedBay, Ratchet hardly registers the chaos until he's brought more injured idiots

the rest of the episode goes about the same, with Cliffjumper stabilized but in stasis for a while to let him rest/recover a bit

Oh! And CJ does get a little buddy of his own down the way, but that's later down the line. (he fights it the entire time too)

(Ironhide, if only to annoy Ratchet, gets along with all the kids. He's the fun uncle who gives them guns when Mom (Optimus) isn't looking.)

[smimon]

ok I was hesitant to make this post because I don't want to sound like I'm bragging or something but friends said it's okay and also, this is my blog and I decide what goes here xD so let me tell you the story of my almost-encounter with Mr. Bodyguard right before Kraków gig because it has left me smitten like a teenage girl haha 😄 (there is no way to write this story without making it weird, I'm afraid)

This was right as I was preparing for my turn at ticket control at the gates. The entrance to the venue was through this big long tent, and the ticket control guys were standing a few steps inside, right behind security control.

I was on high alert for a longer while because many people ignored the queue numbering system and were cutting in line, but when I was just at the doors, I focused instead on preparing my ticket and opening pockets for the security officers so it goes quickly. I was practically standing in the door already, so I thought, hey, there is no space left between me and the wall, nobody will cut in line now, let's chill.

And then I noticed a movement to my left. It confused me because someone was moving out of the doors, not inside as I feared, but my automated response to line cutters immediately returned. (Notice all of this was happening super fast and I was already dumbfounded from all the chaos around, but it only makes it funnier)

So I look to my left and basically this is what I see

(you know how human eye doesn't see anything while it is moving? There was a lot movement happening here, nevermind) so yeah at this point my logical thinking already figured out who this, but my emotional brain was ready to protest and exclaim, „personal space!!!”. Then I looked at his face and without doubt, it was Mr. Bodyguard himself! And as it would be awkward to argue with him because, well, I like him 👉👈, I ended up saying only one letter.

„O.” Must have sounded funny but there is no way he heard that, he was already disappearing behind the corner of the queue. Man is super fast! Like, scary fast for real! And didn't seem to notice me any more than was needed to avoid bumping into me or the other people around.

I checked once again and still couldn't believe how he fit between me and the door. The magician, wizard, ninja! What kind of trick was that? Did I just imagine it? But looking to the right he was standing there, a little in the distance, talking to the venue security or whoever those people were.

Then it was my turn for check-up so I couldn't think about it anymore but once I could, I couldn't stop XD he was so discreet there was absolutely no interaction, and I only noticed at the last possible moment. And I can't help but think any closer and we would be hugging 🙉

So yeah this would be my story, it left such an impression on me that I can't stop thinking about it and also I remember it fondly because 🥰 well it was very nice. Thank you for reading hihihi

[maxintime]

Been thinking about tyler having an obsession with cleaning as a coping mechanism from laurel's SA. He'd rub himself in the shower over and over again until his skin gets rough. He'd wipe all of his food before eating. He'd clean his house everyday despite his dad telling him that it's already clean enough. Because its never enough for him. No matter how hard he tries to clean himself off of all the touches from laurel he never could

[elftwink]

have to work on a project today and an unrelated thing happened that just made me so so so so so mad (just some irl personal stuff), which normally derails my entire day because i find it so hard to come out of the angry/upset state and tend to just circle back and obsess over whatever triggered it but! today after 20 minutes of that i had a council meeting about it (<- what i call my decision making process) the outcome of which was putting it aside (!!!) for later when i could actually talk about it and resolve it (!!!) & in the meantime we could just do other stuff.

local man exuberant and jubilated to achieve feats of basic emotional self-regulation and was seen excitedly telling reporters he "never thought this day would come" and began giving a thank you speech to nobody in particular. more on this story as it develops

[yellllowstar]

slowly I'm recovering the beauty of discovery

(creature by half•alive)

(textless + timelapse below cut)

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

this love stuff is crazy ain’t it

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Me: I don't like Sci-fi, space operas, or fantasy. Me: *sees fanart of some characters* Oh these look cool. I wonder why their arm looks like that. Why is that one person dressed in skull attire? I keep seeing these guys everywhere, let's get the book on Audible what could possibly go wrong? Book: *Sci-fi fantasy novel in space* Me:

[urlocalmagicalcat]

really long rant (happy rant) in the tags, mostly towards @synthetic-lavender /vpos

romance repulsed aros and romance favourable aros are both cool and valid but because i never see anything about us: shoutout to romance indifferent aros. romance neutral aros. aros who just couldn't care less. aros who have a conflicted relationship with romance. aros who are fine with romance in some contexts but not in others. aros who don't mind romance when it's not amatonormativity being shoved down their throats. aros who haven't yet figured out their feelings about romance. aros to whom romance is Just Something That Exists. y'all are rad as hell and it's okay not to 'pick a side'!!

[arolesbianism]

Why would I draw or further flesh out the other members of Chou's party when I can instead think abt how all of them play in game and spiral out into making up a shit ton of other game mechanics that do not matter to the actual story