#or the me i aspire to be anyway

[klilyr]

Chapter 7 of my text fic is up!! I sort of finished this fic last weekend and I'm actually a little bit proud of it! It has a plot and EVERYTHING (I did not start writing with much of a plot I have to say...)

ANYWAY chapter 7 is where the plot officially starts plotting in a sense so I wanted to share!

I said I'd post weekly but I'm excited so it'll be twice weekly posts at least! I just want someone to read over the rest of the fic first to point out obvious plot holes before I go all gung ho, you know?

[musubiki]

balor 🥰

[batman-gif]

"Frank and Gerard early 2000's stage kisses" this "Frank and Gerard early 2000's stage kisses" that. LISTEN! 2022 Ray and Frank forehead kisses. In conclusion . Frank iero.

[markscherz]

You are everything I aspire to be

If parenting has taught me anything, it is the importance of getting down on your hands and knees and teaching not just facts, but love and enthusiasm for the natural world.

This is my son Q and me. I have dozens of photos like this by now, even though he is just two years old.

Every chance I get, I will kneel down with him and show him the little creatures all around us. Especially when they are frogs. He loves frogs for some reason. No idea why.

It is important that we all see this together. It is beautiful. It is magnificent. We are here. It is improbable to the highest degree. It is fleeting, but it is everything we get. And we can get so, so much of it. If we just get our faces into it and really absorb it.

So that's what l'm trying to do here, I guess. Get all of you to join me in the reeds. And I am so happy to have so many of you along for the journey.

[my-name-is-apollo]

One thing I like about Apollo in Hades 2 is that he is usually polite, especially respectful towards his elders, but if they provoke him he will get back at them. But in a subtle manner, and only after a few seconds will you realise that he was throwing shade.

I'm paraphrasing here but here are two examples:

Hera: you are just like Zeus (derogatory)

Apollo: did you just compare me to your husband ? How awfully kind of you :)

Poseidon: haha Apollo has finally decided to join the war because he couldn't withstand the pressure from his dear mortals anymore

Apollo: it's because I want to help you, uncle! since I know that you guys cannot handle this situation on your own :)

[hypewinter]

Right so what if Danny became a psychologist instead of Jazz?

His friends and family died protecting him. So when he runs away and starts a new life, he adopts traits from all of them (both as a way of grieving and a way to honor them). For Tucker and Sam, Danny splits his free time between being a white hat hacker and a vocal environmental activist. For his parents, he adopts more of their eccentric personality. When he's not in a professional setting, he is loud and in your face about the latest thing he's been working on (he's also just about the most loyal person you can meet).

And for Jazz, his precious big sister, Danny decides to excel in the career path she never got the chance to enter. He resolves to fulfill her goal of helping out those society has deemed irredeemable. The ones nobody else can or wants to help. The first one he starts with, is the Joker.

[denkisauce]

(bnha manga ending spoilers)

what was the point

what was the point

what was the point

WHAT WAS THE POINT

WHAT WAS THE POINT

WHAT WAS THE POINT 😭😭

what was the pointtttt

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

hey! *drops this and disappears*

rip lily evans, you would’ve loved taylor swift <\3

close upss bc i’m kinda proud of this :d

[isogenderskitty]

can we please talk about steph having a bigger body type than the rest of the cast & yet even in a show centred around the theme of bullying it's never so much as pointed out let alone mocked & she's universally regarded by other characters (and a large portion of the audience, from what i've seen including me) as cool and sexy. because it means a lot to me actually

[bogkeep]

mannnnnn now that i've actually started medical transition it seems that i will, hopefully, someday, get through to the other side of the limbo tunnel and can hopefully explore more permanent masculine attire. which is as exciting as it is daunting. like, i'm under no illusions that there's a tangible cutoff point where i will Suddenly be out of the limbo state (though top surgery will certainly help if i can get it), and there's no one thing holding me back from exploring this space *now*, but it's. Difficult ,

the List of challenges i must navigate:

- men's fashion is on a surface level very sad and boring and i crave whimsy :( i know knowledge and experience will help but it's like playing on hard mode compared to being a Weird Girl (tm). i am currently gnc against my will and i desire to be gnc Intentionally and on my own terms

- hashtag short king problems. masculine attire was never made with me in mind. almost every time i observe an aspirational example of Men's Fashion it's on a tall lanky guy and that will never be me and that's okay but throw me a bone pleas

- the Autism Sensibilities. collars too close to the neck depletes me of HP. wearing accessories for too long depletes me of mana. if a button up is made of a slightly too stiff material it will give me rashes. i cannot wear binders because i value my ability to breathe comfortably. i can only do so many layers at once before i hit a game over screen. i MUST be comforble

- the restrictions of my circumstances, such as the safety rules of the watchmaker workshop or the mercy of scandinavian weather gods

i'm sure i will figure things out with time. i'm going to need patience. i'm probably going to have to learn how to tailor trousers. i will need to Observe how others dress. but it's so much!! ahh!!!!

[vaguely-concerned]

honestly I feel for the movie version of howl so much. imagine you've presumably been dreaming of meeting this girl again with infinite longing for all of your adult life, looking for her everywhere, and when you finally do find her you manage to make it all of half a week of playing the dream prince before you revert to your real self and suffer a complete and humiliating breakdown in front of her, parading all your silliest neuroses before her age-cleared take-no-shit eyes. I would have to have two days of pathetic bed rest after that too. letting someone see the monster the horrors of wars have started to warp you into is nothing, it takes a real man to suffer the mortifying ordeal of being known in nothing but a towel and a layer of your drama queen goo and still look the woman of your dreams in the eye the next day, nevermind asking her to pretend to be your mother while you do so

[pigeon--lord]

Arcane Season 2- No Spoilers

God, I love the writing and everything else in Arcane, but sometimes I wish we had an alternate universe spin off series, because my heart can't handle all of the heartbreak and masterfully woven tragedies. I just want for all (almost all) of the characters to be happy, remain friends with each other, and there to be no nuanced writing aside from the power of friendship and sparkles.

Anyways, go watch Arcane season 2, Act 1, maybe write a fix-it-everything-is-fine-fanfiction, marvel at the animation & writing, and go rewatch season 1 to be even more depressed while waiting for Act 2.

[himbionn]

Did I give Gambit chompers and piercings even if he doesn’t have them? Yes, yes I did. And I don’t regret it, it’s part of my artstyle 🧍🖤💖

[wheregoodthingsthrive]

well trying to find hellsing community has oddly failed once more. as a result i have the deadly need to write grounded, humans-are-the-threat hellsing prequel fanfic with Daniel Silva vibes and leaning into the 2000s emphasis on hellsing as an actual operative with social repercussions for existing.

[ineffable-doll]

Every time I see arophobia I want to write another fic where Aziraphale and Crowley are aromantic. So I do. I just did it again. Might do this forever actually. Aroace A&C make me very happy.

[im-an-anthusiast]

The Golden Son

You call our kind a scattered, dying herd. A flock of rabid, raving sheep, hunted for meat and sport. So, to our mass of flesh, feasting on itself – to you – I present: our Saviour. A ram-headed, snarling guard dog; a righteous shepherd; a rightful heir, bringing to us a future he cannot see.

He may not claim us, but at his heels is a greener pasture, fertilised with blue blood and golden bone, in a culling of his own. Shouldn’t we be glad that one so set in fratricide is blind to half his kin?

And yet, you still ask me why I foster a burning candle. No, a candle burns only itself; it is not a wick that I keep ablaze... It is a fuse.

Claimed not by birth-blood, but birthright-

My forged, golden offspring. My king. My Maxwell.