#please come again!

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[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! :)

[mattmurdeaux]

LNC: MATTHEW MICHAEL MURDOCK EDITION

(insp by)

[lazylittledragon]

taking all my american followers by the shoulders. listen to me. just because you have a more promising candidate now doesn't mean you just assume it's going to be fine and don't bother voting. assuming trump wasn't going to win is how you got here in the first place so you go out and fucking vote for harris and give everyone a fighting chance.

also if you're still in the 'they're both as bad as eachother' delirium, please take your head out from between your cheeks and consider that your options are an imperfect president and the literal worst person alive who is going to get masses of people killed. i've said it like this before, but it's like deciding between maybe getting food poisoning or definitely having a brain aneurysm. take your pick i guess but don't be surprised when you drop dead.

[hinamie]

wanted to practice some more intense angry expressions and what better excuse to further my agenda of giving megumi the emotional catharsis he deserves

[simonxwho]

Kylar's midnight visit !

[holographings]

my softest, beigest pillow

[mikoworks]

Hello, Curlya shippers <3

[theorist-fox]

I keep thinking about Simon and how impassive he is.

Bit of a brute. 

Socially inept (because he doesn't want to be social, not because he can't be). 

Dispassionate. Bored. Like he'd rather be anywhere else.

Bastard at times. Measuredly. Likes to keep people on their toes about that.

But God, does Simon kiss like you might die tomorrow.

He grabs your jaw, cocks your head back and dips in. 

Opens your lips with the tip of his tongue and he's not gentle with it.

That's where he pours all his passion into: open-mouthed kisses that make your knees buckle every time. The flat of his tongue on yours, his gaze hooded at first, watching intently to see how he can make you come undone. Only to shut the world out later, drawing in a deep breath as his lids finally fall closed.

His hands match the fervour of his mouth; they pull you in, curve in the hollow of your spine, clutching at your clothes. His fingers in your hair, tilting your neck sideways or however he pleases, just so he can deepen a kiss that's already breathtaking.

Sometimes, he pushes your back to the wall, wrists snatched and trapped above your head using only one of his big paws, while the other one busies itself with your breasts or your tummy. Palm chock full of you—rolls, flesh, cotton (if it's still in the way and he hasn't ripped it off of you yet).

You're fully aware that you could breathe through it all, no biggie, but somehow you can't. He nullifies whatever survival instinct you have the moment he takes hold of you and crashes his lips to yours.

And by the time he's done, your knees are weak and your panties are wet.

To him, this is not inherently sexual. It's just the way he does it—and as you bloody well know, Simon never half-asses a single thing.

Not even kissing you goodbye as he leaves for work in the morning.

[hurtingbuck]

"I'm just saying maybe you don't understand. You're always the one who leaves."

3x16 / 8x08

[isjasz]

[Day 304]

Andddd here begins Grian's long suffering o7

this is a canon event don't blame me blame the game👍

[kitamars]

hi ive been going through it a little bit

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

This whole Kamala Harris debacle has shown me how many leftist talking points are coming from privileged people whose only connection to politics is the (usually surface level) theory they’ve looked up.

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West wr. c. December 1926

[lazycranberrydoodles]

transfems your wangxian

[mellowwillowy]

“RABU”

Original story by @merakiui

So my dumbass didn't reread the fic and forgot Reader was 44 already. So here we are, young and fresh.

Funny story 2, I forgot what Rabu was until I finished all the drafts and realized, “It’s love isn't it??” (right?)

Rabu might not be categorized as my fave (coughs SK series coughs) but the ending makes me think late at night, how many options did Reader have?

So here I am, spawned to speed-run the vision in my head. Azul’s hair is too annoying so I'd rather have Floyb first (even though I really want to see Zuzu smoking). Jade’s route(?) is still vague in my mind so he’s no good as well.

I just love the idea of Papa Leech caring more about his sons, doesn't matter what Jade does, Papa Leech will forever cover his track. In this case, Papa Leech didn't care about Reader’s well-being at all, it was probably something done by Jade anyway. That’s Papa Leech’s love~.

Anyway, as I said in my previous RB, long live the seafood (by Chef Meraki!)