#oh my feelings

[woodsworth]

Fuck he used to be such a cute kid but got crushed into madness by responsibilites way beyond his capacity

[tastelessleather]

I forgot how much of a comfort character Mulder was to me until I heard a voice line from the show earlier.

"Why would I make them so uncomfortable?"

"Probably has to do with your reputation."

"I have a reputation?"

"They feel your methods, your theories, are-"

"Spooky?.....Do you think I'm spooky?"

Excuse me while I go cry and watch my X-files

[writingwife-83]

Omg the beginning of ep 3 of this season of Miss Scarlet and the Duke 😭🫢

[mercyprevaild]

∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . (from Carol and Daryl) - @wexarethewalkingxdead

For a long time Rick was able to keep so much to himself. Someone might catch on every now and then when he isn't eating, or isn't sleeping, or more antsy than usual but that's all they saw. The aftermath. Nothing more.

He knew the day would come when the two of them would see it first hand. Things were good for a while. Call it a false sense of security when the three of them finally fell into each other, but it was only a matter of time before his doubts and all his paranoia returned to challenge just how safe he actually felt.

Nothing could have prepared him or them, it's not as if he went to sleep that night knowing that just a couple hours later, he'd be waking in a frenzy. It's not the kind of nightmare where he cries out helplessly, or is trapped silently within it. No, this nightmare has him fighting for his life and his physical self jumps into action as if the monsters in his dream are real.

Arms swinging, vicious snarling, tears of anguish and rage blotting his cheeks. That is what the other two awake to in the dead of the night and if either of them ended up hurt, Rick doesn't know it. All he knows is that he is abruptly woken up by Daryl's voice calling his name until his bloodshot eyes snap open, searching for the threat even now. He struggles beneath the weight of the other man, but is too exhausted to free himself.

"Ge'off me," he growls, panicked and threatened. His heart beats wildly, thundering in his ears, "Ge'the hell off me!"

"It's me, Rick." He blinks once, harshly, then again until Daryl's face comes into focus. Brow furrowing, Rick breathes in again, releasing it in a shudder as he turns his head and finds Carol off to his side. It was nothing more than a dream, he realizes, and instantly feels shame. "Rick. You're alright, man. You with us, now?"

He drags his gaze back to Daryl, panting heavily as their eyes meet for only a moment before he looks elsewhere in the dark room and slowly nods his head. Pursing his lips, he can feel the heat of his shame in his face, burning the tips of his ears. He tries to free himself again, this time without force but mumbling incoherently to be released. As always, looking to isolate himself when he's not in control. Daryl objects and pushes him gently right back against pillows.

"Hey.." A smaller hand touches his face and he flinches, eyes shut but it doesn't disappear. Carol's voice is so soft, as comforting as the gentle touch of her fingers, "You're okay, sweetheart."

"Yeah. We got you, Rick."

Rick feels the sting of tears behind his lids and his face twists like he's in pain. He shakes his head, opens his mouth to speak but nothing but a soft groan, born of embarrassment, escapes him. So softly and tenderly, he is hushed with lips pressed to his temple and then there's a body on either side of him. His two lovers surround him, lay over him like a blanket that helps shield him from the enomority of his own self loathing and the fear he can't seem to escape.

They nestle him between them, shower him with such love and comfort, both physically and verbally. Rick feels fragile, thinks he doesn't deserve any of this. Their outpouring of care is so much that he thinks it might break him, but that's not the case at all. It holds him together, fills in the cracks and broken pieces of himself. As he curls up in Daryl's arms and buried his face in Carol's neck, his tears fall not out of anguish but of relief; the kind he never allows himself to have.

[absentlyabbie]

no multi option, agonize and choose, no results option, pick one to find out or scroll onward

[bereft-of-frogs]

There’s that post that’s like ‘everyone should get into a tiny niche fandom at least once’ fully agree, that was really fun -- but I would like to add that everyone should get into a fandom where their opinions run counter to major fanon because it really teaches you about sticking to your guns and trusting your interpretation of the text without having to rely on peer validation

because WHAT are people talking about sometimes

[emmily-xo]

He wants to come home from work to me even if that means the dickhead dog is here with me,,

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[clarisimart]

tfw you realize the mortal you where planning on using and discarding, is a little unhinged actually, and matches your freak so you scrap that plan and start planning to rule the universe together

AKA bill realizes Ford "is just like him fr"

The page in The book of Bill that started this nonesense

commission info here

Transcript of text from the page of TBOB under the cut

Text reads: "Unfased, F has been making hot cocoa and welding rivets while playing christmas songs on the radio. (These songs make no sense. Why did Rudolph forgive his tormentors for their mockery of his facial deformity? He should have used his red-hot nose to burn his oppressor's workshop to the ground. A lesson to all!)"

[donniipao]

shout out to toxic yaoi or whatever

I saw all the human bill designs arising and an idea sparked in my head

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[myriadism]

🥺🥹

paleo art my beloved 💕

"The Kiss", a 12,000-year-old rock painting at Pedra Furada in Brazil

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[ineed-to-sleep]

Collection of bg3 sketches I've been nibbling at over the month. teehee

[anna-scribbles]

old doodles from the archives 🫶