#oops I rambled

[mossterious]

Something really poignant about Lisa Frankenstein, to be at least, is the fact that when the creature attacks Janet, it’s not when she’s being rude to her. It’s not when she’s just saying rude things, or beoittling Lisa, or anything. It’s when Janet says that she’s going to admit Lisa.

Because the creature is from the 1830s. And even if he knows about modern culture and inventions, which he sort of seems to?, he’s still FROM the 1830s. And when Janet says the word admitted, he hears the word committed. When Janet says Serenity Manor, he knows that that means an asylum. And he knows what asylums are. They are dangerous places. They are places where you’re stripped of all autonomy. They are places where you send people away to become someone else’s problem, and they normally don’t come back. And so he attacks. He protects Lisa.

And I think that draws a really important comparison between what asylums were, and what mental care is now. Because in a lot of ways, it isn’t much better. There’s still a lot of abuse in the system. There’s still a complete lack of autonomy. There’s still so much ableism and bias within the system. And people are still sent there to get them out of other peoples ways, rather than strictly to help them. And, sure, this movie is set in the 80s, so it’s not exactly modern. I mean, the movie points out that times are different. But with Janet, it almost seems intent on pointing out of similar everything is. Sending Lisa to a psych ward. The diet culture. The “intuitive person” thing. That one line about narcissists needing to be vanquished. And all these things are still a pretty big issue now.

There’s just a lot of comparison. ESPECIALLY a lot of comparison when it comes to disability and madness in these three distinct time periods. And like, it’s obvious that mental health was used as a weapon against people, and especially WOMEN, in the 1830s. But Lisa Frankenstein highlights that in the 80s, it was still a weapon! And that psych ward programs still poses a threat. Theres a comparison between how Janet and Lisa’s dad erase Lisa’s grief and say that she’s “acting out” compared to female hysteria of the creature’s time. There’s also the creature’s reaction to being physically disabled vs Lisa’s, with Patch and everything, but that honestly is another post entirely.

I just think that the discussion of mental health in this film is really important and, frankly, really well done. Especially especially especially through the lens that Lisa is a girl. And Lisa Frankenstein is a movie about GIRLHOOD. And so the movie took the extra step to talk about the denial of women’s feelings and specifically grief, and the pathologization of them. When women feel in a way outside of a norm, they’re wrong. They’re crazy. They’re dangerous. And idk I just think it’s done really well and the comparisons are all right there.

And this is all in a movie based on Frankenstein. This is all about a character based on Victor Frankenstein. The MAD scientist. So I feel like it all fits together incredibly well.

[sapphicdib]

imagine an iterator coming back online like GLaDOS did in the beginning of portal 2. the corpse of a puppet getting dragged from its slumber, all the systems whirring back to life, and the antigravity reactivating with a loud bang.

The neurons fly once more. Long gone repair routines get to work. Overseers rush back to the groaning superstructure. The walls sing the music of electricity.

And finally, their eyes open once again.

this probably happened several times to moon before she finally collapsed…and then when hunter revives her,,,,i wish we saw her go through the stages of grief she must have experienced sitting alone for cycles, trapped within her own corpse. how long did she sit in disbelief…this cant be how it ends! how long did she fester in anger, rage consuming her after pebbles doomed her, her own brother! begging her overseers to do something…sobbing for cycles every time the rain comes…before finally accepting her situation, that help isn’t coming, until a little slugcat pops their head over the ridge, clutching a neuron!

moon goes through a lot

[redactedshapes]

The way Saga talks about/to elderly people makes think she hasn't spent much time around them (paraphrasing: "the elderly are very important" to Blum and her comment about saunas being good for joints to Norman ha), which makes me wonder how old was Freya when she passed away.

Assuming Freya had Saga in her early 20s (at the youngest) around 1988, Freya could've been in her mid/late 50s when she passed away (assuming she died in 2023 and not before).

I know it can be inferred that Saga could've led a rather lonely life growing up. And if I give it a second thought (full of angst), hers could've been such a deep lonelines given all the missing pieces.

And then, Saga is about 35 and her mom has passed away. That's quite a young age to lose your last remaining parent.

So, no wonder she reconnected with Tor and Odin so quickly and was so relentless defending Logan and Casey from the narrative.

And we don't know yet if Saga will have any kind of contact with Tor and Odin in the future. And if she doesn't, imagine all of it: losing the one person who kept her roots secret, uncovering most of the mysteries of her past by herself and almost by random chance, recovering familial connections to lose them just as quickly, to meet and lose the only two remaining people who could've shed some light on her father. Her father, about whom Saga ends up knowing the least about but was, seemingly, the breaking point between her mom and grandfather.

By the end of the game, Saga finds herself with the same people she already had in her life, and the truths discovered might fill in some blanks, but they may as well have changed and even made the loneliness deeper.

Can you imagine then, if/when Door reveals himself to her, or even worse, if she's the one to find and confront him? Because that's exactly what Saga (doesn't?) need, her missing father, another ghost haunting her narrative, with his own agenda and very reasonable (?) motives to stay away from her all her life, suddenly appearing in her map, alive.

Would Saga, very justifiably, reject him and keep him away from Logan, repeating the same choice/mistake Freya did? Or would she welcome him? if not for her own sake but for Logan's, so she doesn't grow with the same blanks as Saga did.

And either option, I would think, could bring Saga closer to Freya in a deeply sad way, in the way you only understand your parents' struggle later in your own adult life. Except Saga doesn't get to the tell Freya "now I know what you went through".

And Logan, what is Saga going to tell her?

Saga, ma'am, I hope you're doing fine and your future is bright.

[tsams-and-co-memes]

(This is going off of what you said about the Frank warns Monty vid.)

So, considering how Frank talked about the other astrals, it doesn’t sound like one big event might have made him leave. It sounds like a long time thing, like small things just kept piling up until Frank finally had enough. This could also tie in with the fact that Frank confirmed that he had a bad past as well.

And considering the idea that Frank was the one who helped gemini with the dream thing so they could talk to Lunar, it was likely between then and now that Frank decided that he was done.

That's likely, yeah

I had this idea a while ago that,, if he's Pisces and therefore the youngest of the astral bodies, he might not have been treated too well. He would've been a kid in comparison to them, going off of the lineup, so it wouldn't be too farfetched to think that maybe they treated him like he was dumb or like he didn't know anything (as much as that sucks)

Pisces is sensitive and tends to shy away from conflict and arguments, so assuming that's his identity, he probably stayed quiet about how the treatment made him feel and let it build up and fester. If his relationship with anyone in particular out of the group was still good or moderately decent, he may still occasionally communicate with them while also distancing himself from the group in general

Frank breathed heavier and faster when Castor and Pollux were mentioned by name during a podcast episode, so there's an indication that he knows them. His excited breathing and scared breathing sound pretty similar, but when you take into account that he's the only one we know of that can influence people's dreams, paired with Gemini asking for the help of some mysterious unnamed astral body to talk to Lunar in his dreams, he might've been excited to hear that they were around when the podcast episode went up

If he's done with the group of astral bodies in general, it'd make sense that he'd stay away from them, but it's super likely that it was him who helped Gemini, so they may still be on friendly terms with one another

[taavisplushies]

thank you to everyone who helped me get a toyhouse account !!!

i have started to work on it! all the plush profiles will look like this! it looks a little funky on mobile tho sorry :(

it’s gonna take a long time for me to make everyone’s profiles…. but i will have fun doing it!

toyhouse is more organized than refsheet so i think it will be easier to find certain plush. plus i can customize it more :) i will still be using refsheet as a backup tho!

anyway… all i’ve done is agatha’s profile. nothing else, not even my own profile lol. after i finish adding everyone’s profiles and giving myself a profile, i’ll make a proper post about it :) but that will probably be in a long time…..

so no link for now because it’s unfinished and embarrassing. but if you really wanna see it….. ok fine here linky link

[moony-ghoul]

some angst with ant and rain,, mean cold rain saying something that hits ant a little too hard and sends him spiraling :( maybe misdirected anger or maybe ant fucked up !

i was thinking about this exact situation yesterday but in a more nsfw context

(transmasc rain, mean rain goes too far)

ant was in a push and pull. they feel like they’re floating only to be violently dragged back down to earth with every agonising grind on their dick

their hands tied up behind their head keeping them trapped, connected to the headboard

they’ve already cum once, but that could have been hours ago, they’ve lost sense of time. the only tether to reality they have is where rain is touching them. his fingers digging into their waist, their dick buried in his wet cunt, the slow movement of their hips threatening to push them over the edge

“rain- rain- please i’m so- i’m gonn- fuck”

rain stops moving and glares down at them, “have some self control, darling.” he leans back, digging his claws into ants thighs for leverage and starts riding him in earnest

“you don’t get to cum until i do”

the change in angle is too much for ant. the clear view of themself sliding in and out of the water ghoul, his soft tits bouncing with each movement and the sounds fuck the light moans coming from rain mixed with slick soaked skin hitting each other

it’s all so much

it’s too much

ant tries to warn rain but it’s mumbled with the sobs racking through their chest as they cum

their relief is quickly ruined by the panic building within them

rain stopped moving, they don’t know when, their eyes are tightly squeezed shut

“imsorryimsirryimsorryimsorry”

tears flow strongly down their face despite how tightly their eyes are shut. another sob rips through them as they feel rain get off them and the bed. they can’t hear his movements over the sound of their own crying

“worthless”

the word feel like getting torn open with a knife

“i-im not i-i-i tried to-“

“worthless slut with a useless dick”

ant doesn’t even know where in the room rain is standing, his voice seems to echo inside their brain

their apologies fall out of their mouth on repeat but they don’t hear it. they try to curl in on themself, rope burning their wrists as they turn to their side

pain sparks in their shoulders as they struggle to free themself. did rain do this on purpose? tie them in such a way that they can’t free themself? or maybe they really are so useless that they just can’t figure it out

they can’t breathe

their skin is too tight

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

something snaps above them and they suddenly have free movement over their arms again

finally they open their eyes. blurry through the tears rain kneels next to them on the bed, one hand holding rope shears and the other rubbing small circles into ants hip. nothing but love and concern covers his face, all the bite from moments ago gone

“can you talk to me, bug?”

ant shakes their head softly, still shaken by the sudden turn of the scene

“that’s alright, love. i’m going to hold your hands, okay?”

rain takes the ghouls hands in theirs, removing the access rope from their wrists and rubbing smoothly over the angry red marks left behind

“i took things too far without checking in on you first and you got hurt and words can’t describe how sorry i am. you’re incredible, you did such a good job for me and you really tried hard, i know. you have nothing to apologise for.”

a fresh round of tears start to fall on ants cheeks, quickly wiped away by rain

“how about we go have a shower and i’ll order us some food? you can stay here tonight, we’ll watch a movie or something. how’s that sound?”

ant smiles softly, “good” their voice is still weak, but there nonetheless

rain kisses their hairline softly

“i love you. i love you so much, my lil love bug”

[dokuhai]

In @godkilller's redemption verse where Gin survives the Winter War and has to atone for his crimes against the Soul Society, Rangiku truly grapples with her feelings towards him. On one hand, she's incredibly grateful that he survived and that they can work towards repairing their broken bond. But on the other hand, she still hurts so fucking deeply.

Rangiku was forced to grieve Gin in so many different ways... she experienced immense anger towards him at his initial betrayal, and then eventually that anger coalesced with bargaining during the war, itself. Guilt, depression, shock... all of those feelings hit her tenfold when he all but died in her arms. She still holds onto those last few words he said to her, about her being in the way.

For as stubborn and strong-willed as she is, she still wonders if those of her colleagues that judge her for sticking by Gin's side are right in their opinions of her... of them. And while Gin is fighting his own personal war within himself upon his failure to return back the piece of her soul that was taken, Rangiku has her own demons to face.

She also isn't able to drink away her problems at the beginning of this verse, either ----- mainly because she doesn't want to hear about the way all of her colleagues talk about her behind her back ----- nor does she want to experience her friends walking on eggshells around her.

tl;dr ----- his whole verse really challenges Rangiku to rediscover herself and her own wants and needs.

[monowires]

i fucking love my headcanon mshenko so much. [ESSAY INBOUND LMAO]

it's about shepard, earthborn & sole survivor, wrestling with the strange feeling of enjoying the companionship of another in ME1, even platonically.

it's about him realizing he hasn't ever really had someone have his back, not the way kaidan does, not in the way that it persists beyond the battlefield. it's about both of them practically bleeding alliance, so shepard smothers his developing crush—which, really, initially it'd only been a crush, a passing oh, he's attractive—and finds contentedness in just being kaidan's friend. because that's enough for him, really, it is, because he honestly just considers himself lucky that kaidan is interested in maintaining their friendship beyond active duty.

it's about the way in which shepard carefully trains himself not to overthink every gesture, every lingering shoulder touch or the eye contact that lasts a few seconds too long. because here, kaidan didn't have feelings for shepard, not really, those didn't come until after alchera. the regrets keeping him up at night for reasons he can't quite figure out—losing people is not new to him, it comes with being in the military—but it feels a bit more like he's lost a part of himself, an extension of himself that was seamlessly melded with him, operating fluidly as a whole. and without it, without him, he feels like he's floundering, like he can't manage to steady his feet beneath him.

and when horizon happens—there's an initial warm and subdued joy within shepard when kaidan shows up. but it is quickly replaced by aches, conflicting with one another, the realization that kaidan doesn't trust him anymore, not fully—and he doesn't blame kaidan for this, not even in the slightest, but it's still hard to wrap his head around, hard to truly comprehend. those years he was gone passed in the snap of a finger to him—it hasn't been years, it feels like it was just weeks ago that he was telling kaidan to go, to evacuate the crew. and kaidan doesn't trust him, doesn't trust cerberus—and neither does he, god, he doesn't, not now, not after what he'd witnessed while hunting saren, not after akuze. but shepard doesn't have a choice—owes his life to cerberus, literally, and they're damn well using it to their advantage. it's the selfish yearning for kaidan's companionship, the selfish want for kaidan to join him again even though it'd conflict with his morals—and shepard knows that kaidan is very morally guided, he knows that it's unrealistic and unfair of him to ever want such a thing, but still his heart yearns. it is the very naivety of the human heart that makes him want kaidan's trust, that makes him want kaidan to understand, because he wouldn't do this without reasoning, really, he wouldn't, and he knows that that doesn't negate the fact that he's working for cerberus, but he wants it to.

and watching kaidan walk away on horizon—that'd felt almost as painful as dying, and he finds some cruel irony in it, that his heart had been restarted only for it to be crushed into pieces again, this time seemingly irreparable. he feels it in the way they look at him, the ones that knew kaidan, the ones from before—feels the subtle questions in their eyes, the knowing looks that say they know of his aching heart. it's in the uncomfortable silences between him and joker, it's in the way garrus looks at him almost with pity—and tali has always been empathetic towards him, but she handles him now as if he's fragile, which he very well might be.

and kelly asks him about it, about horizon, and all he can say is that he wished they'd had more time, and what a selfish, selfish want that is. for he has already been given more time, already been given a second chance, and yet still he wants more.

it's about how they find each other again in ME3, after the reapers have descended upon the galaxy, after shepard's every warning came true despite the fact that none heeded them. and shepard hadn't buried his feelings, not even close—but that was just who he was, he avoided the emotions that he couldn't handle, kept himself composed regardless. he can't stop the hope, though, when he realizes that kaidan seems to want to trust him again—but the hope is at constant battle with the ache, the sharpness of kaidan's doubts. kaidan asking if he knows anything about cerberus's behavior, like shepard hadn't cut them off immediately after destroying the collectors, like he hadn't been on house arrest for the past half year—that even though the circumstances don't permit it, the doubts still exist; that's what hurts the most.

even if he understands it, accepts it, it doesn't quite remove the sting.

and it's a desperate sort of need to prove himself to kaidan, because even though it's been months since he destroyed the collector base, he hasn't quite managed to accept the loss of the companionship they'd shared back when fighting saren. and he's willing to try, feelings be damned—he just wants kaidan to not have to glance back at him after he says something, wants the subtle doubts to stop, misses the continuity of his trust.

and then on mars, watching that happen to kaidan had felt worse than watching the normandy split apart in the vacuum of outer space—it's a panic he can't quite quell, which is discomforting, because he has always been efficient at smothering his feelings. always has had to—it comes with being a leader. it's a panic, a terror, a please, no, i've only just got him back, the familiar feeling of the threads slipping through his fingertips.

it's about shepard visiting kaidan at the hospital. telling his unconscious and battered body all of the things he couldn't tell kaidan directly—telling him the truth, because the truth is that he needs kaidan, and he doesn't quite know when that started. perhaps he's lost kaidan too many times, perhaps he's lost too much to ever be okay with losing something else. it haunts him, images of mars, the idea of kaidan dying under his command being enough to distress him to the point of sleeplessness—but god it'd be fitting, wouldn't it, for kaidan to die on the first mission under his watch in years, because shepard can't seem to stop bringing death and destruction everywhere he goes.

but kaidan doesn't die, and for reasons shepard can't ever fathom, he wants to rebuild the bridges, to strengthen their bond. and it's a strange kind of relief to realize that kaidan feels just the same as he does, that he, too, yearns for the safety of their mutual trust. and shepard thinks there's some cosmic humor in the fact that it took one of them dying and the other nearly dying for them to finally realize themselves, but if there has ever been one good thing to come out of the shitstorm he's been wrapped up in for 3 years, it's kaidan.

and that, to shepard, will always be worth it. it'll be worth the time, the anguish, the patience (and lack thereof), the healing, the uncomfortable conversations, the unfamiliarity of emotional vulnerability. it'll be worth it. and shepard finds that love is the one thing that causes him to abandon his usual calculated composure, that overrides the logical thinking he relies on. because, yeah, it's foolish and naive to think this way, but shepard doesn't particularly care. if kaidan is okay, if kaidan is there, then shepard is okay, too—everything else is secondary.

because kaidan has been a constant since everything started—not in that he was constantly there, but in that he's here now, that their trust survived every test thrown at it. and they both find stability in that, they find strength in it, because it is theirs.

[fancy-a-dance-brigadier]

For the fic writer ask: ✨🌿🦋🕯️💎

Thank you for the ask friend! These are great questions

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Ohh this is a good question! I’d have to say my three Troisha fics for this one - “Your Light on the Horizon”, “A Different Kind of Human”, and “Resting Place”. There’s just something about Troisha that makes me write better idk. I’m just very proud of these three fics, and there’s a selfish part of me that wishes they got more attention 🙈 (I also think I might rewrite some of my older Dr Who fics at some point, because I think my writing has improved a lot since I first wrote them! So I guess that counts as breathing new life into a fic too)

🌿how does creating make you feel?

Plain and simple, it just makes me feel good. I like being able to play with words and themes and concepts and characters - it gives my English academic literary brain a lot of satisfaction. Especially when I’m putting theory into practice, if that makes sense.

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

I guess the fact that I mostly write for rare pairs could count as an insecurity? I worry that nobody will read or care about my rare pair fics just because there’s less of an audience for them. But then again, my brief escapade into writing for a popular pairing resulted in a fair few fics that I’m not that proud of anymore, while I’m generally pleased with the quality of all my rare pair fics. So maybe there’s nothing to worry about after all.

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

I’ve got to say my two big DS9 multi-chapters for this one, “Springtime on Jupiter” and “Say You’ll Stay With Me”. They weren’t hard to write necessarily, but they definitely went in directions I didn’t expect! I think I’ve mentioned this before, but SOJ is, on a metatextual level, the story of me falling out of love with Garashir as a pairing - it began as a run of the mill Garashir fic, but as I wrote it ended up going to a much weirder, darker place that explores the issues surrounding that pairing. I certainly wasn’t expecting it to go in that direction when I first started writing it! It’s a bit similar with SYSWM, minus the falling out of love with the main pairing part (because I am and always will be a total siskoshir girlie) but more that it went in a much darker direction than I planned. I went into it thinking it would be just a fluffy siskoshir retelling of ‘Pretty Woman’ but oops I dropped angst all over it my bad!!!!

💎 why is writing important to you?

Ok this is going to sound kind of selfish, but writing is important to me because it reminds me that there is something I’m actually pretty good at. It genuinely helps my self-esteem to know that my favourite hobby is something I can do reasonably well. I know the general message we try to encourage on tumblr is that you should feel free to create things and take joy in them even if you aren’t good at them, but I can’t help it - I like being good at things, and I feel better doing what I’m good at than what I’m not. I’m no great athlete or musician or artist, but at the very least I can write some damn good gay fan fiction etc etc

[arminsumi]

OMGGGG your story I just read (I want to kiss you / キスしたい) was so beautiful !!

It reminded me of this tiktok I saw a few months back 🥺🤧

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8jPjDSC/

thank uuu!! 💗🫠 super happy u enjoyed it hehe

i've been learning some kana on the side for fun and i always have that daydream of satoru writing or typing that he wants to kiss u or like the two of u exchanging cute things on paper with each other

i feel like he'd also be so proud when he writes the whole alphabet he'd show u like :D lookie i did it!! or he'd determinedly teach u japanese just cuz he really likes hearing ur voice speak his language 😳🫠 definitely teases u a lot when u get things wrong but also fanboys when u write his name

also i wanna see the tiktok so bad but it's not showing for my region idk why lol 😭👍

[pineappleciders]

i think ur account is pretty sweet and wanted to ask do u have any tips for starting out in tumblr ive been wanting to start doing stuff on here for a long time but cant get a grip on it and have no idea how to start or what to even do and u seem cool and ive been following u for a while so well uh do u have any tips for starting out or something it would mean a whole lot to me giggles !!!

HI okay first off THANK YOU and here is all my general advice and personal experience:3

when i first created my account i only wrote stuff for omori and basically nothing else, i didn't post my art or anything like that. and then one day i was like what if i posted my drawings and i did and BOOM people liked it so i kept going!!! i've thought about making two separate blogs for art and writing but that would take a lot of effort and it seems complicated because i know a lot of people only follow me for one or the other so idk maybe i will but ANYWAYS

i say just go for it. it was completely on a whim that i made a tumblr account. before i didn't even use tumblr i had one account years ago that i rarely used, i just wondered hey i like content for my fandoms but what if i MADE content for my fandoms and BOOM pineappleciders was born.

i write because i eeally enjoy these fandoms and communities, and requests are so fun to do because i get to show people my observations and opinions of these characters and their personalities!!& all while bringing comfort to people and making them feel heard. so it's a win-win!

i'd suggest taking any of your interests or hobbies and making it into soemthing. like if you're interested in a video game i'd start posting art or writing or an AU or just talking about the game and theories ans stuff!!!

if you like to draw and are thinking about posting your art, PLEASE do NOT let anything affect you!!! there are going to be rude people ans there will be times where you post cringe and a lot of people see it. even if you don't get a lot of followers or notes at first, do not let it drag you down. i started my blog because i wanted to do something that resonates with my special interests and i wanted to share it with people. don't make content FOR people, make content to SHARE with people.

if you want advice about how to get more followers or likes and stuff, all i can say is just do what makes you happy. i've never really been in a situation where i've felt i have to get more likes on this one post or i need more followers or anything like that, because i post for those 2 people who immediately like the post .4 seconds after i post it. i post for the people who like my interests just as much as i do, and most importantly i post because it makes me happy!!!

moral of the story is find the community that you want to be in and start there. give yourself a pfp of a character from a fandom or make your blog all pretty or relate it to a fandom or whatever, the point is to just do what makes you happy and post what you want to post!!!

i have about 1,800 followers, and i still remember getting happy over 10 and 50 fillowers. i'm so glad that people like my content, and i hope i can keep sharing it with you gusy. also remember to take care of yourself and don't pressure yourself into working overtime, you always come first. also never be sad if you don't have a lot of followers!!! literally 10 people is a lot. 20 people is a lot. 2K PEOPEL IS A LOT. if u think about it like all of them r in one room looking at you or your post and liking it then THAT IS A LOT. be proud of your milestones!!!!

idk if any of that made sense but basically if you're looking for likes and shit go to tiktok or instagram. if u want to share love and content wiht a community because creating is something you enjoy and you want to share it with others use tumblr. it's all about making a blog for something you enjoy and utilizing . basically if u also want a place to freak out about yoru interests and have others freak iut about them too then tumblr is the place. i've found that i can post the weirdest shit and only lose a few follwkers. pretty based tbh

sorry if i rambled ily and i hope everything goes well!!!!!! remember to put yourself first❤️

[ojamayellow]

hey scarvio owners

scarvio owners without spoilers what are your reviews?

i usually get pokemon for christmas/bday (theyre close) but im STILL playing swsh dlc (which i didnt wanna pay for for ages cos its like $45...) and im still doing post-game PLA (I LOVE PLA BTW I STILL SHINY HUNT)

please consider that pokemon games are expensive as hell here and...the cheapest i saw it was $69? (not nice) and pokemon special interest so i DO want it but seeing/hearing about glitches and gameplay issues just has me....saddened....(mostly due to game freak etc crunch)

ANYWAY SCARVIO OWNERS ITS $60-90 HERE WHAT ARE YOUR REVIEWS AND no i wont emulate because i like Online Funnies.

[refarsidejr]

showed this AWESOME OC off in my university art class (with permission) and sparked a discussion about sprawling collaborative story-telling and chained inspiration.

Regretevator is such a diverse cast of oddballs from tons of different formats that it's really tough to nail down a concept that fits in the world. too same-y and it feels more like a background or side-character, too different and it just doesn't sit right in the setting. this is the Perfect Balance. you hit the nail on the head, it's AWESOME. i could see them in the game and they'd be my favorite character if they were.

this is genuinely one of THE coolest OCs i've ever seen and embodies everything i strive to do in a character. i think this is my favorite, or at least one of my favorite fan OCs i've ever had the pleasure of looking at.

regretevator oc

[taavisplushies]

i’m so glad that i have my stuffed animals :)

life has been very hard lately. it seems like everything just keeps getting worse. but no matter what, my stuffed animals will always be there for me.

they will always be down for a hug or 2. they don’t care if i cry. they won’t make fun of me for being stupid. i love them, and i think they love me too :)

i think my stuffed animals are my second biggest reason for living (my dog is number 1).

if i were to die, my stuffed animals would be sad. they would get lonely. they wouldn’t have somebody to hug them, or pet them, or talk to them, or make sure they don’t fall off the bed, etc.

i love my stuffed animals. it feels like they are my friends. but they are better than a real human friend, because they will never be mean to me. they will never make fun of me. they will never abandon me.

i wish i could let them know how much i love and care about them. i do my best though, but im not sure if they understand just how much they mean to me.

basically i am just trying to show appreciation for all my stuffed animals. i really love and care about them. i’m really glad that they are here with me. i hope we can always be friends :)

[larissa-the-scribe]

guys I had this realization the other day that Redwall works really well for reading aloud, and kinda half-remembered something about the author reading to kids? So I looked it up to see if I had made a connection.

And it turns out, yes, actually, because he read aloud to kids at a school for the blind. But all the books they gave him to read were depressing. So he wrote Redwall, a story about heroism and courage and making it through struggles, and filled it with so many sensory, visual details so he could give them something better and I just-- that's so wholesome-- help

[notawitchbutabitch-blog]

As an ace lesbian person, I have an opinion on the bi/pan argument about the distinction

Pan: attracted to 1-5 "types" of people (for example, people who like your particular niche interest, people with a certain hair color or physique, regardless of gender)

Bi: attracted to 2-3 types of people, dependent upon gender (for example different specific haircolors for the different genders, caring more about physique for one gender but personality more in another, etc.)

I have had this idea instinctually when I heard that there were 2 types of attraction to multiple genders. And for my required mistaking ace-ness for bi/pan ness, I decided that I was pan because I want people who actually like math or physics or fiber arts with my intensity, and didn't feel different thinking about them being boy or girl. I am lesbian because once I discovered I was ace spectrum, i had exactly one crush on a straight girl and could not go back.