#please do it cause I don't think I can

[lightineventide]

Alert 🚨: New AVANTASIA album & 2025 tour announcement!

You'll never guess what it'll be about.

This was literally posted several minutes ago. But what dragons?! Why dragons?! Certainly not just to please me... Is this a return to the thematics of The Metal Opera?! Or maybe it was supposed to be an Edguy album, based on the title. We'll know soon.

Anyway, woohoo! New Avantasia!

I'm too lazy to link the Facebook page, so bear with this screenshot I initially made.

[knifearo]

being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol ✌️ but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one

[pheyphem]

ignoring the obvious. is anyone else really fucking intrigued/confused by this room

it is so STARKLY different from the rest of the phouse like it has fuzzy padded brown walls?? like they have a reason for every design choice in the phouse so why did they go with fuzzy brown walls in here and here only (it seems)??/?

drop your ideas below

[foundfamilywhump]

see like the thing with 'carewhumpers' as a concept to me is it just like... i know this is prrrrobably not really how it's meant but something skeeves me out about the idea that kindness or caretaking mixed in with hurting someone can somehow meaningfully complicate or dilute the harm done to the point of making that character no longer a 'whumper' whereas someone doing the same 'bad' things but not ever being gentle or caring for them would just be a straight-out whumper. when like... that's how 90% of irl abuse dynamics work? so i just... don't really get the point, i guess. like to me it implies something about the 'care' provided somehow mitigating or combating the harm done that. i just do not personally appreciate or enjoy.

[sysig]

Caughtcha, gotcha, not letting go ♥ (Patreon)

[book-lover85]

Stay at home dad and artist on commission Keefe

[liones-s]

I've been trying to pay more attention to when things feel easy. I spent so many years forcing things - relationships, interests, routines - that it was difficult to imagine things could or should feel differently. now that I've starting experiencing things that feel natural, I'm learning that hard work and forcing things are not equivalent. Doing well in a class I enjoy takes a lot of work, but it's not miserable. Swimming makes me tired but it brings me joy. When I tell someone I like spending time with them, they suggest fun things to do and it just happens to be an activity I love. Relationships and hobbies and passions take work, but they can feel good. Noticing when it feels good can help us find the way towards what's meant for us.

[racke7]

From a fanfic-writing perspective, One Piece is incredibly frustrating on a few counts.

The first is that... One Piece is actually pretty damn good, as far as stories go. So trying to nudge it into something "better" is pretty much a lost cause overall.

The second is that One Piece has this huge and incredible world that's filled with lots and lots of things... that we never see. As in, outside of the very local environment of the Strawhats, the world is incredibly vast and largely empty.

Basically? Because of OP's good story-telling, it's really difficult to really add someone new to the Strawhat-crew. But because everything outside of the Strawhats are both incredibly unknown (in the Grand Line anything can happen) and incredibly disconnected (the world is too big for people to really stumble into the plot "accidentally" with any frequency)?

Trying to write a non-Strawhat fanfic is a bit like just... inventing an entirely new world of vaguely pirate-themed shenanigans from scratch. It ain't fucking easy, is basically what I'm saying.

[t-u-i-t-c]

"He's got his hands on our wheels, and we've got nowhere to go as a result."

[cure-stars]

the fox and tanuki's stand-up collar! 🍁

[aro-culture-is]

Alloaro culture is wanting a similar word to qpr for a committed partner you have sex with sometimes that is not romantic: qpr isn’t right because it has the word platonic in it.

hi! in a very gentle way, i am vibrating to let you know this is incorrect :)

from the POV of someone who's been around the aro community since ~2013-2014 on tumblr, the only time i've seen folks start to say that qprs couldn't include sexual components has been when

they've learned an incorrect definition of QPRs, or

in one particularly notable case, the individual proposing it turned out to be quite sex negative and upset at the mere thought that people could think that qprs could include sexual activity. this individual suggested an alternative term for individuals desiring sex in QPRs in a rather explicitly alloarophobic measure. when gently called out from what had seemed to be a genuine attempt at coining a new term, the above came to light. smaller cases of this pop up every once in a while, but this one got some notoriety.

queerplatonic was always meant to mean "queering the idea of a platonic relationship", "queering the idea of what a relationship means", and by explicit definition, has always been broadly and radically inclusive. any relationship, so long as the partners involved agree it is a queerplatonic one, is queerplatonic. no exceptions. this can mean it involves romance, sex, traditionally platonic elements, and anything and everything those involved desire out of it.

tldr; the word platonic is in queerplatonic to say it is counter to the idea of a restricted "platonic" relationship.

[deoidesign]

I’m a trans man that recently got diagnosed with hyper mobile eds, so now seeing Steve makes me extra happy, because cool disabled ftm rep. Thanks for making the radical dude bro, he’s funky.

same disability (waving hand emoji)

Always extremely fulfilling to know my work makes people happy in some small way, it means a lot. Thank you for sharing with me

[camellcat]

reading a post s7 fic and it's got me thinking... like, y'know, maybe the reason wil and xand struggle with their partners is because no one really comes above buffy. they're part of the slayer's arsenal, her best weapons, her biggest supports. and why buffy has such people troubles in general is because she will always always save wil and xand before anybody else. cause it's them three against the world

[dermy-der-demp]

Saikik fanfic where yuuta has an abusive family (alcoholic absent mother,no father) but doesn't realize bc yk he's just a kid,After many fights,tricks and problems,Kusuo manages to have the abusers arrested but Yuuta is forced to end up in the system

Obviously kusuo would NEVER let that happend,He would talk (cough cough he would suggest cough) to his parents that they legally adopt Yuuta, but Kuniharu's bad work history and the fact that his mother is a housewife doesn't help,He wouldn't dare to use his mental control, something like "children can be adopted by a parent with medium/low-medium resources" wouldn't end well,so he takes control, gets a part time job for money (he refuses to use his powers to get easy money bc his mother etc), pays a lawyer and gets custody of yuuta as legal older brother,Now to get custody he had to emancipate himself (I don't know about the legal terms, if I find out more I will correct it, if anyone knows, can you tell me!) so the scenario is:

Kusuo is legally an adult, which means he can become independent since he has a stable income, Yuuta will no longer have to go to foster care and has a legal relative,now Yuuta went through a lot of stress in the process bc in the end he is still a child and Kusuo knows more than anyone that his parents, no matter how much love they may have, are not the right ones to take care of a child,so,They leave the house, get a decent apartment for both of them and that's basically the entire fanfic.

[dairine-bonnet]

Wild guess: When daemonettes attack the Rogue Trader in her quarters, Heinrix is one of the last who comes for help because before the Rogue Trader ordered Abelard to place him as far from her bedroom as possible...

[extravagantliar]

They are like marionettes, strings along their joints, pulled at when needed, danced around in circles, spinning in golden and gilded ballrooms, elaborate keeps, and fields of battles, spun around as if there's some great underlying story to tell. Yet, the music that plays, that rings in his ears, is a different melody than one that pulls at his arms, moving him through this world. If there is control, he feels devoid of it - as if he hasn't been drug through hell before, and now this is a new sweet kiss of it, lady misery laying her face low against his and whispering all of those things, telling him he is locked to this role, locked to those strings, chained like a twin in a city rotting across the sea.

All of this crashes on him like a wave, pulling him under for a moment. It hits him, through crystal words and perfect skies, in the middle of a meeting in the middle of Skyhold. It sinks him, a deep undertow as his eyes find ice, across the room. Ice that he has known that has cut through Kirkwall, left her frozen and in pause, a great dichotomy considering she lies across the sea, on fire, in pieces, half a pulse, half a people and here are two of them - culprits, in her near death, her near flatline, her hand in hand to a funeral pyre.

Ice. @idolbound

Lyrium.

He chews his lip, and Ruffles says something; it is drowned out by the melody behind his ears, the thrumb against the palm of his hand, and he shakes out his hand. It doesn't go unnoticed, but he plays it off - a flourish, a smile, a mending injury, and Ruffles draws them back to where they will all be shipping out next to. Orders, always, orders. Yet, he doesn’t groan at these; rather, he’s reminded that this is a mission handed down from the highest degree with the highest care. He knows that’s bullshit; he knows how these are picked; it’s less a lotto and more of who needs to go and simmer somewhere else. Rarely is he on the receiving end, as it’s normally he signs up for it - a way to avoid sand, sun, and maybe snow. He regrets this one; he should have gone with the Inquisitor on their trek to the great wide wherever in Orlais ( she had given him the option this time, well, just this once - as the never-ending sea of wildflowers and broken bones of buildings had been a change of pace, but the fade drawing far too low made him sick at the same time - at the expense of Blackwall’s boots ). 

So here he stands, an emissary, a babysitter - a warden to those needing oversight. A great jailer, and he had come to this inquisition in chains, no better than those across the table from him. Like the ice, he dares to meet again. Heavy is the crown, he supposes, listening - half listening, not listening, half paying attention until he meets ice again. Then he’s on those docks, on those steps, watching her walk by someone on the street, watching a pickpocketing happen, watching the whole city unravel at the seams, coming undone like a ball of yarn. 

Makes sense; Kirkwall is a bag of cats. Several bags of cats, if he’s honest, and this time he is. So that great undertow he had mentioned, that great current leading him, washing him back up on the shore, to Kirkwall instead drops him back in Josephine's office instead, and he is still face to face with a quarter, maybe less, of those bags of cats. He knows what comes next; he’s assigned a team for some upcoming mission - a date pending, and Meredith, that ice he’s mentioned at least three times now, ends up on his roster. He is not plunged into some great cold water, nor is he taken by surprise. Ruffles does what she does best, and her coordination is paramount, a service even to their inquisition and their inquisitor. Yet. 

Yet. 

Yet, for a moment.

For a moment, he wants to say Josephine’s impressively long and titled name and add some epithets onto it, glorious, golden, insulting epithets. Others move around them, yet Varric remains, rooted in place, eyes still on Meredith, even as the other members of their team filter past him. 

“I guess we should talk.” He states, turning, one boot on the step in front of him and out of the office. “If this is going to work that is.” It’s not an entire dismissal, but it is harsh, dripping with latent anger, crumpled and discarded somewhere under rubble. The light in him flickers, and he shakes his head. 

“C’mon, follow me.” He states it’s not aggressive, nonchalant. There is no Hanged Man here; he will not take her into the garden, and those souls lingering out there will not rest with the beast lingering within him and the deeds inside her heart. So he moves, rather to the door and into the Great Hall. There is that roar of people. It reminds him of a roar of a square somewhere far across the sea. Toiling in a troublesome manner, taking his earnings to rebuild and regrow, like a vine against stone - Kirkwall too, she will rise, out of ash, smoke fire, the templar that follows the stone of his back. He cuts through the noise, to his fireplace - a nearly holy second place. 

Home? No, that wanders, meanders somewhere far from here, changing like the tides, but his desk is a refuge of books and papers along with several chairs. “Take a seat, or move the books out of one; I’m behind as always.” He jests; it’s half flat, pained nearly, but his ears are still ringing, anger and blood coursing quietly through his veins. If it were any other, he would offer tea or something stronger; rather, he takes a seat as well. 

Words have been building, toiling in the pit of his being for months, for years even, but they turn to ash. Like Haven, like the conclave, like Kirkwall - like the both of them, both of them stuck in some endless cycle and unable to give it up. “Well, this is going to be a change.” 

No shit. 

“First,” He starts, without thinking, getting himself ahead of his mind, “I don’t tolerate bullshit on my teams; that’s a way to get your ass sent back to Skyhold.”