#okay i need to calm down

[mellohiizz]

i jump for joy for the kenrrot content

i kick my legs in the air and giggle for the kenrrot content

i press that reblog button at least 10 times for the kenrrot content

ty mel for giving me the kenrrot content <3

you are so welcome, kade. they bring me so much joy, thank you for requesting them. 🙏 we need more kenrrot content in this world, please.

[raspberryvv]

It's 2am for me rn I'm going crazy but that's nothing new, anyway here's the sketch of viking Kuna <3

[lilgarbitch]

and by sheer force of will, I mean by staring at this mf every time i get sad

through sheer force of will I'm having an excellent day today

[moonystoes]

thats what you get for subbing le guilly you mickey mouse looking ass bitch

[inkskinned]

what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?

i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?

a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?

in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.

girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.

there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.

for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.

something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.

is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.

most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."

a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.

[frenchublog]

[somerandomcockroach]

Chapter 26 of Mistakes on Mistakes until AHGDHGAHDFGAHGEA OKAY I really wanted to see how it might look (them trapped in this little hidden box) since... well, it was described like there is almost NO SPACE at all, one mech space only, priority is keeping wings comfortably for Prowl XDDD *inhale-exhale* Okay but, I am still in awe at how Prowl's and Jazz's behaviours are explained. Two immovable forces collide. One is hard to read but Jazz is so damn good at reading even slightest movements, Jazz is a walking lying disaster but Prowl is a walking lie detector. So they both just, ahahsahg, they manage to have normal looking dialogues through all the layers of it because they give up trying to trick it (Jazz still tries though, but it ends up with him accepting failure) XDDD

[roguerambles]

I understand the disappointment, I really do, but I think people might be blowing the whole world state thing a bit out of proportion. "This is SPITTING IN THE FACE of long-time fans" no it's not Steve, calm down.

The series has always had to compromise when it comes to the state of the world because so many of the choices (especially from the end of Origins) were so wildly different that trying to build a sequel from so many conflicting factors would be more or less impossible. It's why we've never seen the Architect again, because him being alive or dead has HUGE ripple effects that are damn near impossible to write around.

Heck, it was entirely possible for Anders to die at the end of Awakening, but the writers wrote around it by saying "oh no he actually faked his death" even though logically that made very little sense because at that point he'd have absolutely no reason to do that? But Anders was in the sequel so that had to come up with something.

Basically nothing from Dragon Age 2 was important in Inquisition - Hawke siding with Mages or Templars made no difference, Anders being alive or dead made no difference, whether Carver or Bethany were dead or Wardens or whatever made no difference. We got some flavour text and that was literally it, everything else played out exactly the same.

Hell, the Temple of Sacred Ashes gets blown to bits at the beginning of Inquisition, rendering everything to do with that quest from Origins basically moot. And we've never gone back to Orzammar, and everything we have heard from it has been kept super vague, because depending on who the King is and if Branka is still alive things would look WILDLY different. Crafting a new story there would be borderline impossible because the dozen different possible world states make the foundation shaky at best.

It's why I highly doubt we'll be able to side with Solas and help him tear down the Veil because that would result in basically a whole new world being created. Imagine them trying to make Dragon Age 5 and being like "okay 50% sided with Solas and tore the Veil down and 50% kept the Veil intact....wtf now what do we do--?"

Again, I understand the disappointment, but I just hope once the dust has settled and people calm down a bit they'll see that, realistically, very little has changed. Your saves are still there, your experiences and enjoyment of the games and the characters and the story are still there, but they were always gonna have to draw the line SOMEWHERE.

And that's not to say none of our previous choices will come back - if we get another game, or a spin off or something they'll probably do what they're doing with the Inquisitor now. They're just taking what's relevant to the story they are trying to tell, and leaving what they aren’t going to use presently ambiguous.

[sunshineyou]

Yes, I'm still in shock that they included this scene. Like when I read the manga I thought "There's no way they included this scene" !! But... It seems like not a big deal 😁

MY PERSONAL WEATHERMAN | STEAMING EPISODE 8 PREVIEW ⁀⊙෴☉⁀

[becasbelt]

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

STOP I'm thinking about the part in Gravity Falls where Stan shows up with freshly bought (stolen) light bulbs only to see Ford screwing a new one in surrounded by family.

And OH my GOD. AGH.

Stan gets a little (ir)rationally upset about this because... It's.. Guys,,,

Stan perceives it as Ford once again easily receiving the praise and love of their family when he had to fight tooth and nail to receive even half of it.... I'm not well ✋😔

[lunamonroeao3]

“A-are you real?”

The Caitlyn in her mind raises an unimpressed brow. Vi’s feet stumble, half dragging across broken cement. Graffiti still paints the cracked pillars.

“Of course I’m real,” she says finally.

The dream lasts longer than normal. But Vi keeps stumbling, making her way to the hole in the wall she calls home. A sick joke.

But the Caitlyn in her mind keeps following her. Persistent but hazy.

Vi’s apartment is as she left it. A mattress, stained and without sheets, sits on the floor in the corner. Bottles line the only window. Her bathroom, if one could call it that, consists of nothing more than a tub. A shattered mirror. From her fist or the one before her. She doesn’t know.

She expects Caitlyn to be gone by now. She doesn’t normally last this long. Doesn’t come this far. But when she flops on the mattress, she lets herself enjoy the image just a little longer. Unsure of when she’ll suddenly disappear.

“What happened to you?”

Her voice isn’t normally this clear. In fact, she normally never hears her at all.

“You miss me, Cupcake? You hear t-to arrest me?” Vi slurs. Her face itches, the black smudges feel ingrained into her skin, deeper than any ink.

Footsteps, tentative but firm fill Vi’s ears. The thin mattress dips. Fingers grip her chin, the soft leather gloves force her eyes to blink open.

“This isn’t you, Vi,” Caitlyn whispers. Vi takes her in. This version of her. Angled cheekbones and soft hands. Her face just as disappointed as it normally is. But there’s something else there. The booze must’ve been stronger than normal.

Vi nearly keens when the figment moves, disappearing from her sight. Only to return moments later, something cold and wet scrubs along her eyes.

She truly expects her to be gone by now. For her own hands to replace Caitlyn’s. Or maybe Vander’s. But all she’s met with is blue.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Fingers are back to gripping her chin. A thumb stroking a cheekbone. She knows this isn’t anyone else then. No one else gets to touch her like this.

“You don’t normally last this long,” her voice comes out hoarse, her vocal cords raw and underused. Caitlyn’s figment just huffs, vertical lines creased between her brows. Like they’ve become permanent fixtures.

She lifts a blood-stained hand. Knuckles raw and cracked, shocked to meet something soft and firm. She lets her knuckle drag down down down. Stopping at this Caitlyn’s jaw.

“Will you kiss me this time?” Vi asks. What’s there to be afraid of? This isn’t real.

Caitlyn frowns. Interesting. She thought maybe this dream would be different.

But then her lips are covered in warmth. Soft and almost real.

“Sleep, Vi. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

And when Vi blinks her eyes open seconds, minutes, hours later, the ghost haunting her limbs and lips is gone. Only a black and bloody wet rag sits next to her, soaking into the floorboards.

[shima-draws]

Hm wait she's hitting different this time around,

(I started playing PMD Explorers of the Spirit 😳)

[littlefankingdom]

Originally, Bruce and Dick slept in the same bed.

I like to twist this around: Bruce, being a young parent, was VERY protective and worried about his boy who wants to go fight criminals with him, and it translated into him refusing to let Dick leave his side after difficult nights. Dick is hurt? He is sleeping in Bruce's bed. Dick isn't hurt but it was a close call? He is sleeping in Bruce's bed. Bruce just got scared but Dick was fine? He is sleeping in Bruce's bed. Dick is scared? He is sleeping in Bruce's bed. Of course, this led to Dick also refusing to leave Bruce's side when Bruce gets hurt or could have been hurt, so he also sleeps in Bruce's bed on these nights. And, as he grew up in a circus, always moving around, he is used to sleeping in his parents' arms or very close by, so it's normal for him.

So, Dick is often sleeping in Bruce's bed, cuddled up to Bruce. And as he grows up, he sleeps less and less in Bruce's arms, and he supports less and less Bruce's suffocating anxiety. Finally, he stops completely.

Some events make him wants to crawl back in his dad's bed (his multiple SA, the destruction of Bludhaven, the multiple times he thought Bruce died, etc...), but he never dares to. He is an adult now, and he fears Bruce would have a problem with it. Bruce is also not that welcoming toward physical affection since Jason's death (something Cass fixes, but that's another story). So, Dick doesn’t, even when he craves to.

Until Bruce is send back in time and believed dead. When he comes back, Dick just cannot stop himself, he needs to hold his dad, and he is so afraid Bruce will dissappear if he isn't touching him. He is holding him all evening long, and when it's time for bed, Bruce wordlessly goes to sleep holding Dick with one arm, the other around Tim. (Damian isn't close enough to Bruce yet to dare come sleep with them, Cass is in Hong-Kong, but she is jumping on a plane and will join the sleep-cuddle pile, Jason isn't back in the batfam yet but the possibility of losing Bruce scared him so bad, he is going to start to make efforts to not be on bad terms with them)

[sketchy-tour]

A wilting flower is not always beyond healing. It'll just take time.

[gojoest]

but he looks so cute in his basic ass uniform