#not inform anybody

[lovetogether]

We’ve always felt bad for being gay mostly because we had old friends who’d shame us for it, but in this weird sort of online kind of way? Saying things like, if you’re gay then you won’t date women so you’re misogynistic. At the time a big talking point among our group was how often gay creators would leave out or even mock female characters in media to push their gay ship. We agreed this was stupid and dumb behavior. Yet, because we were gay friends would jokingly lump us in with these folks. It slowly stopped feeling like they were sticking up for female characters and instead using this as a way to hate gay people online. We found this frustrating because in the end nobody was actually talking about girls, they were insulting each other. We identified as bi for awhile and everyone became significantly kinder to us. We didn’t really feel attached to the label but we felt too bad being gay, like being gay made us like “those annoying people online”. This entire treatment was just completely weird. We don’t exactly know how to describe it? Other than terminally online I guess. This sort of intense fixation on internet morality which just switched back into bigotry with a tint of righteousness. Friends would go on to say some incredibly hateful things to us, disguising them as good. We had folks hcing characters as ace primarily to avoid gay headcanons (especially weird given we are ace and gay) and once a friend even told us a character they were annoyed at being hced as gay shouldn’t be because they were disabled. (Funny enough we are also disabled and gay!) we didn’t understand this mentality. There was no love given to the actual sides they were allegedly fighting for. Only hate. We’d be told they hated transmasc art for this exact same reason, the art in question always seemed to depict fat trans men or trans men which weren’t “conventionally attractive”. Men with boobs and whatnot. We started to wonder if the hatred was because of genuine criticism or because of more malicious reasoning. Does anybody else see this weird backwards online reinvention of hate? We feel kind of crazy. Or perhaps we’re the weird one.

[nonexistentirl]

Kinda waiting for YRH-nim to drop it on us on a random Tuesday, like she did with the 'KRS could actually cook' fact, that KRS was in fact not a virgin.

[cuties-in-codices]

crucified creature with the symbols of the four evangelists as a head, a robe full of eyes, and claws for hands

in a liturgical miscellany, german/latin, c. 1506

source: Munich, BSB, Clm 19822, fol. 30r

[front-facing-pokemon]

[tortured-griffith]

[bloodshotgun]

do you ever think about strahm and perez both surviving something they shouldn't have (glass cube and doll shrapnel respectively) and trying to get revenge on hoffman for hurting their partner only to be killed off by him? they walked the same path

[pettyprocrastination]

whoever this beloved anon was I am so touched by your kindness! You definitely didn’t have to do this but I am so happy you enjoy this idea and I will happily expand upon it for you!

this is just a collection of word vomit bullet points for the time being but I will happily answer any and all questions about this pair!!

warnings: violence, angst, child death (Sarah Miller), foul language, the same warnings that apply to tlou, reader is Sarah's mom and described as having similar features to her. 

So the general Idea is that you and Joel are happily married before the outbreak. 

You had been Sarah's mother, his high school sweetheart he got pregnant when neither of you were old enough to have any reaction to the pregnancy test other than a fucking panic attack in one another’s arms. but you made it work 

you both worked but made time for one another and your sweet girl, going to museums every other weekend and joel insisting on swooping you off for a date every now and then 

nothing special. He knows you’re more of a diner gal than anything too fancy that makes you both feel out of place. 

On his birthday in 2003, you had planned to tell him that you were pregnant again. But the memories of your own fears of motherhood from all those years ago begin to swirl through your head again and you get cold feel. deciding to tell him the morning after

it is his birthday afterall, you want to focus on him. 

but when you’re woken up in the middle of the night because tommy needs to get bailed out, Joel kisses you sweetly one last time before promising he’ll be back and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening. 

its you that shakes sarah awake that night. shouting at her to put on her shoes when she’s still rubbing the sleep from her eyes because you’ve been listening to the radio for the past two hours, calling joel again and again and again praying for him to fucking pick up but to no avail. 

Sarah, bless your little girl’s bleeding heart is the one who insists you check on the adler’s against your better suspicions and when you find the eldest looming over her daughter, blood and sinew dripping from her mouth, you grab your daughter hand and burst into a full sprint until something slams into your back and sends you tumbling onto their front lawn

its how joel finds you, struggling to keep the once sweet old woman, whose now nothing more than dead eyes and gnashing teeth straining to snap at your pulse point as you push against her while sarah shrieks before your husband runs forward and cracks her skull with a wrench. 

there’s hardly a moment of pause, just enough for him to pull you up and into his arms before he’s ushering you both into the car with an urgency. 

when the truck crashes, you get separated from them. Perhaps at Tommy’s side when the flames rise and create a wall, separating you from your husband, or maybe pulled into the mob of chaos when trying to escape from those already infected-

all joel knows is that you promise you’ll find him: just get sarah to safety and you’ll meet him at the river

Poor thing is already so frightened, held in her father’s arms with tears streaming down her face insisting they can’t leave you they just can’t but her father kisses her forehead and reassures her its going to be okay 

“we just need to be brave, okay babygirl? Your mama’s real tough, she’s gonna be alright.” 

he isn’t sure if he’s saying it to his daughter or himself. 

but when he comes to the river you aren’t there. Only a soldier who points a gun at the scared little girl in his arms and then he loses everything

its when the light is gone from his daughter’s eyes that he realizes. His voice cracked and raw from sobbing that he looks around to see his brother with drawn in shoulders and tears in his eyes but his wife is nowhere to be found. 

Tommy says you got lost in the chaos. Everything was so loud, so sudden that he turned around and suddenly you weren’t there. 

Joel wants to go back but its Tommy that stops him, that dulls the red in his vision to a sad faded pink because his brother points at the orange horizon not too far from them, so much of the city is already in flames. 

“We’re gonna find her, but not there.” 

So Joel searches. for the first year spent in the world post-outbreak its all he did. 

He became a smuggler because of it. 

Information came at a price and he needed to be able to fucking pay it, whether it be in blood or ration cards. He was willing to do anything to find you or any thin thread that lead your way. 

But it’s Tommy that asks him to give up. Not in those words of course. 

The youngest Miller knows better than to say something so cruel that would make his brother, the only person he has in this world turn on him. 

But his voice is worried when he asks him one night in Boston when he hasn’t even had the chance to wash the blood from his knuckles 

“You think she would have wanted this for you?” 

the fight that followed his words was brutal. Vicious insults and scarred fists slamming against each brother until they're both too tired and bloody to continue. Each leaning against a wall for support and Tommy’s wavering voice breaking the silence. 

“I don’t know where she is, Joel. But I do know you're gonna get yourself killed if you keep lookin’ for her.” 

All he can do is nod. 

It’s a few days later when he meets Tess. Who has heard plenty of stories about the elder miller’s brutality and wants him to put that muscle to good use for some extra profit. 

It begins his new life. One that empty and cold but one he can live. 

Until of course, Ellie comes along. The sweet and incredibly opinionated girl that makes him become something akin to the man he thought died twenty years ago. 

its when he’s traveling with Ellie, that it happens. When a warm familiarity has settled between the two because so much blood and pain has been shared he can’t help but see her as something close, something bright even though all he can force himself to utter in her reference is “cargo” 

when theyre traveling through the woods as Ellie chatters away, probing his memory about a movie that may or may not have existed thirty years ago because her descriptions of the plot are incredibly odd he hears a voice shout for them to stop and finds himself staring at a man- no, a boy- pointing a gun at them. 

Ellie stills, but Joel can see enough to know that from the lanky figure and dimpled face that he’s young. Maybe twenty, twenty-two at the oldest, but his eyes dart from Joel to Ellie with a pinprick of fear that allows Joel the time to charge forward and slam him to the ground before wrestling the gun from his hands. 

He has enough to time to tuck it under the stranger’s chin before he hears the sound of the safety being turned off and finds himself looking up and seeing a gun just inches from his face. 

Joel’s head whips around when Ellie’s voice calls out his name in fear, he turns to see another stranger holding her a gun point, shoulders drawn back and a shadow cast over their face by the had obstructing their identity. 

“You hurt one of mine, I hurt one of yours. That a fair deal?” 

Its takes him a moment to recognize you. It’s been so long since he’s heard your voice, the sweet tease when you would poke at him each time he woke up late despite the fact that you reminded him to set his alarm the night before, the times you’d chide him with a harsh “Joel Miller!” whispered in public anytime he was able to grab you a bit too passionately to be appropriate in public but the laughter in your voice let him know you were never truly mad at him. You didn’t know how to be. 

But that sweetness is buried under a cold rasp that cuts through the air as you point a rifle at the scared little girl in front of you.

“You think I won’t?” You’re older now, skin covered in scars from a life he didn’t know you got the chance to live and your eyes are cold as they regard your husband. “Put the gun down and get the fuck off of him, I won’t repeat myself.” 

Joel mumbles your name in awe. The woman he loved, the woman he mourned the one he fought so hard to find stands before him like some sort of hallucination and suddenly the world feels like its spinning until you bark orders at him again. 

“You’ve got five seconds Joel, make a fucking choice before I make it for you.” 

He looks down and realizes the boy under him, the one with the bleeding nose and snarling face has your eyes and his dimples. 

“One.” 

The one above him has Sarah’s hair. Soft brown curls that shine under the sun. 

“Two”

Wait. No, they both do.

“Three.” 

Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins. 

“Four.” 

Joel holds the rifle up above his head and the one boy standing snatches it from his grasp, tossing it to the ground and kicking it far from his reach. He slowly stands, allowing your son- dear god your son- to scramble to his feet. 

Your voice softens just for a moment. “You okay, Duke?” 

Blood stains the bottom half of his face from where Joel slammed his fist into the boy’s nose just moments before, but he nods nonetheless. 

Now, they both stand on one side of you and he can see the resemblance clear as day the same way he would whenever Sarah was by your side.

When you order him to hand over his bag, he does so without question before telling Ellie to do the same. 

She watches him with wide eyes, her hands still up in the air but gaping at her companion as if he had grown a second head. 

“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”

He doesn’t miss the way you watch their interaction with narrowed eyes until she tosses her bag to you and you slowly lower your gun. 

“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re doin’ at my home?” 

[mossyscavern]

(Insert creative introduction title here)

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It’s uh… just an au for the whole entire transformer franchise.

Each different franchise has the same au, which probably needs a lot of work with naming cause… it’s gonna be hella confusing if I have the exact same au but for a different franchise… or maybe that’s what people want? I dunno..

The au is as such.

Megatron being bumblebee’s dad (or mom, whatever floats your boat, I know both floats mine)

Why? Because there isn’t enough fanfiction/art to satisfy my serotonin and I like the idea of megatron being a great parent who also takes his role as a leader seriously, but… people have different opinions and I respect it… but I was getting hungry..

Plus I’m a bit obsessed with the idea of megatron being a parent who’d probably bend the universe just to see his kids happy…

So I said ‘fuck it, I’ll do it myself.’ … sooo I’m making megatron a parent in all variations of transformers so you’re probably gonna see a lot of ‘megatron as bumblebee’s parent’ on this blog as a hyperfixtate thing…

I’d like apologise in advance before going overboard-. But yes. I’m still making megatron a parent in all variations of transformers… cause I do what I want.

[jaspertjunk]

I have Beatles fans show up on my dash a lot (thanks to having a Beatles fan mutual. If you're reading this, hi) and as a huge animatronics fan I regularly think "I wonder if they know about the Beagles". So I thought I'd do my part and share my fan love with fans of a different thing entirely. If you're a Beatles fan and you're seeing this you now know about the Beagles. Also if you're not a Beatles fan and you're seeing this.

[mira-likes]

Rewatching season 1 after finishing season 2 is a trip, because the contrast between start-of-s1 Fan Xian and end-of-s2 Fan Xian is wild.

At the start of season one, he’s so fresh-faced! So cute! He doesn’t yet want to murder anybody! He’s got no deep-seated rage! No real drive! No ruthless glint in his eye! He doesn’t yet have his own army of minions that he can sic on people!

And he carries himself simply. It’s not just the unsophisticated clothes, but his whole bearing. He’s a boy here—a talented, intelligent, self-confident young man. He’s curious. He’s open. He does not walk into a room expecting to command it, or to fight for his life in it with the people he hates. (He doesn’t yet hate anybody.) He doesn’t wear power like a mantle, deliberately flaunting it where he deems it necessary. (He doesn’t yet want anybody to fear him.) He doesn’t expect his words to matter to a great number of people just because he’s the one who said them. (He’s not yet used to being important.) In short, he doesn’t carry himself like a prince—yet. That’ll change in season 2.

(Fan Xian says, very sincerely, that he doesn’t want to belong to the royal family. I believe him! But I don’t think he’s noticed to what degree he carries with him now the easy assumption of power that characterises the royals.)

[etrevil]

It's funny knowing that,

This is a regular occurrence

Dazai's name for Chuuya is set as "Slug"

Dazai still keeps his old phone around

And that Chuuya still has Dazai's number

Hirotsu has probably faced this scenario several times over their four years apart 🤣

Imagine it'll be a common warning whenever the PM goes out drinking: "Beware, there's a high chance Executive Nakahara gets wasted and, 9.9 times out of 10, he calls his old partner. Bring earplugs. You don't wanna hear what the executive curses him with."

Also like this is giving me I'll be here for you even if I'm gone vibes like, Dazai still has his old phone. Why? Maybe cause he actually accepts those drunk calls from Chuuya, and pays him visit after quietly listening to him ramble to make sure he's alright.

But that's just me 😭✌️

[ratatatastic]

ekky saying "i didnt know they were coming" in concerns to practise being open either suggest staff do not tell players when it happens (not fucking likely) or ekky just does not pay attention to anything at all which makes this paul quote

even funnier in retrospect and not a "pauls just joking around you know how he is" moment as he tends to do no this man just DOES NOT LISTEN???

[strawberry-hachi]

Sometimes I remember that Chigiri believes his weakness to be his moodiness and his intense emotions and would rather bottle it all up instead of letting someone know and how his injury mentally and emotionally destroyed him to a point that he was actively trying to find a way to stop his passion and give up even though he states in his Egoist Bible that he is passionate in everything he likes and tries and was actively trying to go against himself because he completely gave up but he is pretty princess and then I forget.

[uncanny-tranny]

It's just... odd to me, I suppose, going from "what is in my pants is completely irrelevant to most anybody else's life" to the expectation that you must be completely open, essentially, about what is in your pants.

I think a lot of people understand the general idea of why it's bad decorum to demand people offer explanations for private information like this, but they don't analyze exactly why it's bad besides, "asking directly is just rude" and not "asking in any way still enforces the often violent nature of gender and sex, and putting people in the 'right box' is a part of that violence."

It's especially odd when seeing other trans people enforcing the idea that "what's in your pants?" is a genuine, good-faith basis for interacting with others.

[july-19th-club]

the thing is i know if i try to start watching dr who again i'll never manage a serious section of Watching i never do it's just so much workkkkkkk. i'll never be caught up and i stopped worrying about that a long time ago. but every so often im like oh i have got to figure out what the fuck was going on there and then i'll watch it and i will NOT find out

[hideyseek]

hello the first shot watchers!!!! what do we think it is that zheng bei occasionally gets out of his little clutch and eats? antacids? some other medication? gum???

it is just DEEPLY intriguing to me to have the main police guy of a drug crime show occasionally and unremarkedly put something small into his mouth with a 'taking pills' kind of gesture, especially for a show with this level of attention to detail