#never let go of the thread

[geopsych]

The Way It Is There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold it you can’t get lost. Tragedies happen; people get hurt or die; and you suffer and get old. Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding. You don’t ever let go of the thread. —William Stafford

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[10thmusemoon]

Making myself cry thinking about SJ’s disembodied spirit watching the ending scene of SVSSS where SY runs toward Binghe, leaving yqy in the past.

SJ’s eyes widening at the resigned expression YQY is wearing, more vulnerable than it was when he was at death’s door a few days prior. SJ’s head swiveling back to where SY is running past him, words tumbling out of his mouth before he can suppress them.

“Wait! Stop!”

Trying to grasp onto the back of SQQ’s robes, spectral hands phasing through his body. Desperation clawing its way up Shen Jiu’s throat when he turns back to see YQY’s solitary figure.

“Don’t you dare leave him! You can’t—!”

But SQQ can and will happily leave behind YQY for a monster. And Shen Jiu is left grasping at black robes, hands slipping through fabric and flesh, all too aware of how long YQY stared at SQQ’s retreating form until it was just a speck in the sky. Ignorant to the nails trying to dig themselves into any part of him to let YQY know he’s not alone. The fervent whispers of a name long forgotten going unheard. YQY meditates throughout the night, completely unaware of the form curling around him and silently weeping.

[torgawl]

this makes so much sense, i'm crying

there's also this similar theory which is based on phantom parade's scene and the number of characters the censored line has that reached the same conclusion. everything adds up :')

[mxtxfanatic]

Did a little bit of googling for something unrelated which led me to think of something. Y’all do know that Suika volunteered to do the official mdzs, right? Like, she was not scouted for the project, she was an opportunist that hopped onto it before 7seas reached out to any of the actual mdzs fan translators? Is this common knowledge in the fandom?

[punch-love]

love reading about other people's thoughts on dragon age 2 because I personally cannot fathom siding with the templers and/or thinking anders actions are terrorism and I also don't have an issue with blood magic so it's wild seeing people with such resolute opposite opinions unable to fathom someone thinking like me

[seekslight]

@compasswithin

" Lux? " It was a gentle call, a careful probe onto waters that had barely stilled. The explorer stood uncharacteristically hesitant by the familiar door, gloved hand resting on the handle it usually thoughtlessly pressed down. For the first time, Ezreal noted how hollow the tower's hallways were in the absence of welcome, in the debris of a damaged friendship. " It's... Ezreal. I thought, if it would make you happy, I'd... leave. " Ezreal. It sounded odd, spoken in this place, in this chapter of his life. It was a harbinger, a stupid little curse he wished he'd spoken earlier, when it still made sense. Now, it was the ugly name of a costly mistake. In his experience, it was better to flee the places where he crumbled pillars. Even the thoughts of those places, he fled. He was a coward, begging for a spark of courage to stay and fix what he'd broken. He awaited her reply there, frozen stiff, holding his breath, unblinking. The usual creaking of his leather jacket and backpack rung loud in his ears, loud in this place he'd never willingly part with. 一 in canon verse!!

                    𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐢𝐬   𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲.   𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭   𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬   𝐚𝐫𝐞,   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞   𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬   ;   midwinter   making   sure   the   sunrays   are   stifled   as   much   as   possible   &   it   works   on   the   light   of   demacia,   too,   her   usual   cheery   disposition   dimmed.   it   seems   like   it's   another   bleak   day,   week,   maybe   month   —   heart   once   crushed   into   pieces   now   buried   ten   feet   underneath   a   deathly   weight   of   snow.

                    it   creaks   under   her   feet   as   she   makes   her   way   back   home.   such   a   weird   word,   but   it's   the   one   that   suddenly   pops   to   her   mind,   even   if   it   shouldn't   (   her   place,   she   has   always   called   it   her   place   )   —   it's   not   the   same   without   family   loving   you,   even   conditionally   ;   without   those   whom   you   held   dear,   friends   and   lovers.   what   happened,   what   changed?   luxanna   doesn't   understand   herself,   until   she   sees   it.

                    or   rather,   him.

                    jarro.   ezreal.

                    a   mix   of   confusion   creeps   onto   her   countenance.   he   usually   visits   at   random,   that's   true   ;   but   even   from   afar,   he   seems   troubled   —   then,   worry   pushes   away   the   puzzled   expression   —   just   the   leather   jacket?   isn't   he   cold?

                    or   maybe,   just   maybe,   she's   hallucinating.   wouldn't   be   surprising   when   you   overwork   yourself   to   keep   your   mind   busy,   to   keep   yourself   busy,   to   be   so   exhausted   you're   finally   able   to   sleep   at   night.   but   no.   she   hears   him   (   not   loud   nor   clear,   the   wind   determined   to   make   sure   she   cannot   make   out   anything   ezreal   says   ).   and   if   she   hears   him,   sees   him,   he   must   be   real?

                    then   it   hits   her   :   he   came   to   visit.   despite   their   rather...   unfortunate   departure   last   time   they   saw   each   other,   &   begore   she   realizes,   she's   already   running,   sprinting,   snow   melting   underneath   her   feet,   the   light   controlled   no   longer.

                    ❝   ezreal!   ❞   luxanna   shouts,   the   boy's   confessions   spoken   to   an   empty   building,   &   even   if   he   were   to   repeat   them,   there   would   be   no   need.   it   wouldn't   make   sense   when   she   throws   herself   at   him,   arms   trapping   him   in   a   tight   embrace   ;   light   seeping   through   every   exposed   part   of   her   body,   warm   and   welcoming,   and   her   head   is   already   resting   on   his   shoulder,   face   buried   in   the   cold   leather   (   thawing   at   the   radiating   heat   ).

                    ❝   i   missed   you   so   much.   ❞

                    tone   filled   with   emotions   :   happiness   and   relief,   &   lux   can   tell   ezreal   is   real,   and   before   he   gets   to   protest,   she   already   takes   ahold   of   his   hand,   pulling   him   inside.   ❝   where   have   you   been?   what   have   you   been   up   to?   ❞

                    cheeks   flushed   from   cold,   tip   of   her   nose,   too   ;   she   doesn't   even   shake   off   the   snow   off   her   boots,   doesn't   care   —   solitude   gnawing   at   her   bones,   just   like   the   chill   of   the   season,   and   now   she's   no   longer   alone.

                    home.   now   it   clicks   why.

                    and   now,   he's   no   longer   alone   either.

[jusiri]

Every now and again i have to remind myself that Tumblr hasnt actually made any particularly egregious changes to anything, its mostly cosmetic, and this is just the "i hate any changes" website

Like i dont like the layout change, or the permanent tumblr live button, but those are pretty damn minor

Meanwhile over on Instagram they took away dashboard being only the people you follow ages ago, its like a 90/10 ratio of suggestions to stuff you want

Theyre constantly changing buttons and layouts, the algorithm is some secret thing they don't want anyone to know about, and it changes every other day

Fyp is half videos, with no option for them not to autoplay anymore

Bot problems all over the place, filled with scam accounts and bigots

One of their more recent changes was to take away the option to sort tags by most recent

you can either see Top Posts or Recent Top Posts, and thats it, if your post doesn't get big, youre shit outta luck

Trying to curate your feed and interactions is next to impossible, you can like 1000 pictures in a tag you enjoy and get nothing, but watch 1 second of some shit you don't care about and its all youll get recommended, its a nightmare

And then Twitter is...... Twitter

I dont even know what's happening on tiktok, last i heard they were determining whether you were abusive or not based on eye tilt

Tumblr might be glitchy and broken, and a little pushy at times, but its 1000x more chill than anywhere else at the moment

Staff actually tells you things, i cannot stress enough how much communication we actually get with staff, other places staff consists of a bunch of cryptic people who dont wanna say anything to you ever and/or Elon Musk

If nothing else be deeply deeply grateful we do not have Elon Musk

Thats in and of itself is a true blessing

[piningpercussionist]

Tumblr fucking Ate this post so I have to retype shit shckfhsjdhf

Anyway I am posting this (ever expanding) friendship portion of the chart because I need everyone to look at my Envy and Mobile friendship line and start ascribing to it. Why? Uhhh it's Extremely Funny and also Envy and Wallace would HATE IT.

(Also, from the discord: Kim has all those arrows around her because she's Toronto's Weed Dealer /hj but possibly not)

[xbuster]

It’s honestly amazing how Pokémon fans continue to be the most gullible people on the internet.

[oediex]

Day 186 of posting a kitten until I can foster again

Emma hated the little jumper she had to wear when her incision got infected. Turns out she was allergic to the suture thread.

[arolesbianism]

Finally fixating on some nugget relationships that aren't horrible for everyone I love friendship <3

[mortellanarts]

First, I'm not quite sure if you saw the answer I gave to your question on Rot in Paradise, so I'm just checking here 👍

Anyway, out of the three Zero Escape games, which one was your favourite and least favourite and why? I think for me it was 999 as the best, then VLR and then ZTD. I like all the games, but the first one was the one where I enjoyed things the most (especially the art for that one).

I sawww many moons ago, my bad qwq

I have had the game dowloaded along with Eloquent Countenance and played Married in Red!! Pretty simple but good, it made me nostalgic for finding those short and sweet rpg maker horror games between replaying the longer more popular ones, I'm looking forward to playing the two whenever my brain allows me especially since I'm trying to get back into game making and so I feel like I need to pay extra attention to everything

Second question! I certainly have a soft spot for 999 above the others as well (parentified brother of the year is not on the other ones) it was very important to me, that kind of media that shows up in your life right when you need it when things are tough to give you an epiphany on how to get through it you know? but even revisiting the serries as a whole I'd have to say the visual presentation does have a lot to do with it too yeah... VLR is harder to think about for me because there's so so much blue and grey that just morphs together but I'd still say I like it better than ZTD because some moments in it just really rub me off the wrong way despite me remembering them all much better? I think a lot of the last fic I made was me making peace with the way canon concluded and forcing open some space for the characters to breathe and feel like they have humanity and internal logic again to my way of reading each of them at least

[truly-quirkless]

@bunnybolt asked:

"were you ever going to tell me the truth?" for Toshinori

[Starter Meme - Unknown! | Prompted/Accepting!]

"Kid,..." Yagi trailed off, unsure how to answer. Everything was-- tricky. Always, always tricky. As All Might, he never faltered- he always had the right path. Or at least- that was what he liked for everyone to think...but when it came to reality....to Toshinori Yagi--- it was difficult.

Why couldn't the kid have asked this of All Might? When he was in that form, he quite literally felt like he was more- better. When he was this shriveled husk...it was as if the world were shrouded in a thick fog. Maybe he'd just gotten too used to being invisible, when he was like this.

"....I didn't know if there would be a good time,...if one would ever come up." He still had a few secrets bouncing about in his head- it didn't matter which one it was...the few that remained...he didn't want to burden Young Midoriya. The kid...already had more than enough on his plate.

[antielevator]

@moldcursed sent: injury meme. // go feral, pick something. ✌️

"Fffffuck--!"

Sebastian has to dig his fingers into the dirt beneath him to keep from wrapping his palm around Ethan's throat. He's not in his right mind-- he can't be in his right mind, because this isn't the Ethan he remembers-- and in that, murder just doesn't feel right.

He's lost too many people. Being directly responsible for the death of one of them feels like too much even in theory.

"Are you--" God, it hurts. "Fucking done, then?"

He doesn't look down at the wound Ethan created in him. He won't even try to make sense of it. Sebastian clings onto the pathetic, miserable possibility that Ethan is still in there somewhere based solely on the fact that he didn't aim for anything vital.

His heels dig into the ground, and as he presses his fingers in harder, dirt collects thickly under his nails.

"Get a hold of yourself, Winters."

That might have come out firmer if Sebastian wasn't trying not to groan in pain.

[precipine]

The rift thrums to life, reality ripped open and bleeding technicolor as it falls into itself. He clutches the journal to his chest, bracing himself in spite of all their hard work and experimentation that told him it was fine, it was safe. Stan never would’ve let him do this on his own otherwise. 

He wanted Stan here, he did, but he couldn’t bear to watch his heart break again (and, yeah: the part of him, however tiny, that was still holding onto reality as he used to know it was worried that he may not make it if they were met with another failure. No matter how many times he seems to be proved wrong, he knows that Stan can’t actually do everything and he won’t actually live forever). 

Even now when it actually did seem to be working for once— it was stable, anyway— the sight would just bring back… bad memories. He still remembers it like it was yesterday. M—she’s floating up, up, and away from him. Stan’s begging and pleading. A sickening cacophony screams in their ears.

He still dreams about it, morphed and twisted up in the memories of That Night. Stan doesn’t talk about his dreams, but Dipper’s old enough to guess. 

Hell, he’s old enough to know. 

Everything stops, though, when he hears voices, when he sees an arm and a leg— they’re so small, was he ever that tiny?— covered in neon bandages come through the rift. There’s a winning smile still bedazzled in braces and hair that still probably smells like strawberries and bubblegum pulled back with a headband. 

His legs give out and he watches as that smile immediately falls from her little face, her sweet brown eyes getting big and wide. 

“You don’t have to be scared,” he hears himself saying. Why is it so cold? There’s a flurry of tan and red and black somewhere in the corner and his eyes start to burn, but he only sees her. “It’s okay, Mabel.” 

He reaches a hand up to brush his bangs back, revealing the familiar birthmark.

“It’s okay. I promise.” // @starsandpigs & @slqhv liked for a starter!