#please enjoy your stay

[bananakeiky]

Ehe, I know all of yall are here bc of wolfsley. Here's painting practice with mr otter paws as a treat.

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[risto-licious]

some pokémon sketches of today!

[bepisconsumer]

Me at 3am: You ever think about the term "snatched waist"? Like, who the hell snatched it, you know?

The Waist Snatcher that lives in my closet and has been trying unsuccessfully for years to obtain some of my girth: Yeah idk dude haha I think it's just an odd turn of phrase

[hubbman2]

omg i’ve never seen these guys before and now i love them ……. thank u for introducing them to me i think they r so goofy :))

thank yew that means the plan is working we hope to introduce more people to the wonders that is hubbman

[stonedstargazer666]

@ruinme-please hi babes, thank you for the follow. Oddly enough i thought we’ve been moots this whole time lol

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Okay I don't think I'm allowed to ask about all your WIPs (trust me if I could I would) and I want you to know that I am extraordinarily torn between Tan Lines canon divergence and Texts (how could you make me choose??? The cruelty!!! /j). But because Texts is so much less descriptive, I am VERY curious about it and will send my ask about that :) thank you so much and I hope you have a lovely day!

What are tag game rules, except waiting to be broken? ;) But excellent call on your part, really, as I got another ask for the Tan Lines one.

“Texts” is not only less descriptive, the thing itself is also exceedingly vague compared to the other WIP:s. It’s not even a proper fic, really… Basically, I got home from a night out, used a word generator to give myself a three word prompt while fairly sloshed, and somehow ended up playing around with one of those sites that lets you create fake text conversations. Now I have a vision of RJK shenanigans, only the whole thing is just texts, bc I'm weak for that sort of thing. Like this:

God knows where it's going or if it'll ever get done, though.

My day has been moderately lovely, and all the more so for all the inbox fic fun. I hope you’ve had a great day, too, and thank you so much for the ask! <3

[sapphire-weapon]

uh oh

aeon fandom found my meta posts

they’re big mad

oops

[letters-from-december]

i started this all as my own personal journal, where each entry was dated and accessible online.

it’s fascinating to scroll back and reminiscence on old feelings and past emotions.

it’s lovely to see you, stranger, in the notes of it all.

[pseudophan]

Nora I just saw a whole ass TikTok about dnp being in a qpr. I can’t do this anymore

nobody will erase gay relationships more than internet users trying to be inclusive

[kryptid-kat]

We should normalize being the average artist who never really goes viral and is happy in their lane creating for their own sake (be it commissions, or art for themselves).

The clout chaser mentality of all social media sites rotted our brain where we can't find value in our work unless it has a big number besides it.

Create for yourself, not to please some elusive algorithm that changes on a whim and pushes you back to square one.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

i think fandom spaces would become much more enjoyable across the board if people stopped flipping their pancakes over other fans enjoying characters that they don't like. or, god forbid, like them but in 'the wrong way.'

[paranoidkid]

brain collage. look at my thought process boy

[stonedstargazer666]

Thank you for the follow @have-a-hiddles

Welcome to the chaos of my blog.

I have no structure to it, and it threatens to topple over daily.

But I’m kinda funny so there’s that. Enjoy!!

[laniidae-passerine]

I am so not immune to a Medea moment. my beloved has left me. we had a life and a love and a child. my beloved has left me for another. I have lost my life and my love. I still have my child. my beloved deserves to pay. all he has ever really loved is our child. here is a stage. here is a role. here is the chorus to sing my sins. here is my beloved with his horrified gaze, fixed on me. here is my beautiful daughter. here I am, in her countenance, her phrasing, her cruelty and her mirth, mother that I am. punishing him. letting the light in. letting my daughter burn. and here I am, in those beautiful eyes of the girl I helped raise, the very last thing she ever sees before she dies. I am her and she is me; and all that is left of us both is utter agony

[nshtn]

tw for menstruation stuff

psst. I don't know if you take requests or things like this but after the t shot fic for wesker/reader I trust you w/ my soul

how would wesker take care of his trans bf who suffers from painful periods? currently suffering the curse and I need our knight in shining sunglasses to assist 😭

Having ensnared Wesker into a romantic situation means being cared for with a very obsessive precision; when he finds you curled up in pain, it triggers his need to take full control to remediate the situation.

Losing you to something as human as pain shock is not an option and Wesker is not ignorant to your body's sweaty palms and the bags under your eyes.

He will suffocate you in his presence for the meantime. A laptop will suffice for work. Your trust is tantamount.

...

Extremely schmoopy Wesker below, but, dare I say it, Wesker would schmoop over you if he loved you and he'd only date someone he would die for. You being his boyfriend is just his brain's code-word for 'charge' in which he is 'the unshakeable guardian' - very much the horde of one the dragon sleeps on. He's work-driven, so when you're work... Also, if lack of autonomy over your own medical decisions bothers you, run and don't hit Read More.

1.1k, tw: medical (malpractice), very inappropriately attached Wesker.

When he finds you alone in your shared space, curled on the bed in retching agony, he's ordering an abdominal CT, CBC w/ differentials, full colonoscopy with biopsy, investigative laparoscopy, and illegally prescribing you GnRH agonist tablets.

He will, of course, be the one to administer all of these things. No one else's hands can ever be trusted... not fully, not with you. This is the tax of his love.

He says he's sitting on your bed with you because he cannot afford the feeling that overtakes him when you're sick like this. You could see it in his expression, the way his lips twitched down and eyebrows knitted every time he had leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms, having asked if you'd have liked another Advil before his paranoia and (reasonable) concern at the state of your body had him resigned to being within the same room.

His words are sharp and clinical as he gently chides you on taking too much Advil in a six hour span, but there's something else beneath it - it's not just control he's after; your safety is tantamount. He presses Advil to your curling fingers even after the fourth and his gloves linger just a moment too long, true feeling leaking around how gentle his hands are and bubbling through the cadence of his expressions, softer than you've ever heard them. He talks as though you are a wounded animal.

He swears he got a shipment of Elagolix tablets around here - he can dig them out... they're a little out of date - "Damn things expire too quickly, honestly," - but they shouldn't cause issues if you take two. He calculated it.

His insistence is troubling, and yet it is borne out of a care for you that no other human alive could ever possibly reach, his glittering depths unseen by other men.

He has no issue prying open your mouth to force it down. "Yes, really. Open your mouth before I open it for you." He understands that you do not understand, but your lack of understanding cannot delay your care.

"Since you have no idea what's best for you, I'll take over the responsibility." That line really shouldn't make your cheeks burn, but it does. There is power in the streak of dominance, sure, but he could just as easily choose to walk, and he's doing quite the opposite.

Such unabashed, raw attention, all focused on you... if you weren't moaning and bleeding and making his nostrils flare and scrunch at the odd, stray inhuman urge, you'd cover your face.

You know he's overthinking it - he doesn't need to do any of this at all or keep a dozen emergency solutions at his person, but this is Wesker. Asking him to forego contingency plans that go from most likely to least likely gets you nowhere.

If anything, your nonchalance bothers him deeply. Why do you care so little about yourself? You're one of the few he'd spare. He simply will not stand by, and neither should you. In a way, his hatred for a world in which you've been beaten into submission about something so medically critical to your quality of life strongarms you into self-care.

It's punctuated with a pat on the head and a sweep of his thumb to your cheek when you do accept his care without fussing... Maybe a kiss on the forehead if you look in need or are particularly receptive.

When you close your eyes and lean against him, at first he pretends he's not aware, but when he thinks you're finally beginning to nod off, he nestles your head under his chin as he taps away at his laptop with one hand, the other stroking your chin and the fat of your neck. When he sees the way your hair slicks with sweat from your hellish ride, his frown lines deepen. That must be quelled.

You really can't get out of treatment or squirm out of his prying eyes. He'll pressure you into it because he wants you to get better. That is not to say, however, that you are forced through painful trial after trial to discover answers.

He's got 10mg/5ml Oxycodone, do you need any?

Would you like Nocitate? Just a little to get you through? He won't tell anyone. He can order anything your heart desires, dearheart; he owns TRICELL. Seeing you in pain makes him feel uncomfortable and awakens an urge to fix, fix, fix. And, though he won't admit it, seeing you so weak and shaky makes his stomach lurch in an unfamiliar, foreign way.

Empathy. Sympathy...

Such piteous things, and yet... he cannot nix them when it's you. How insufferably weak of him... but there is a unity and obedience in it, no? He is at odds with his doctrine's finer print, but he doesn't let it creep along his care. It should be beneath him, really, but you are an exception he takes great joy in maintaining.

Your insistence that he doesn't have to is an insult to his intellect he does not tolerate when you try to push him and what he perceives as his affections away. "No one else on the planet holds my competence. Don't argue with me." It's... it's a bit scary, but it's well-meaning.

One thing is certain, Wesker will be there. His hand will linger at the small of your back, just enough pressure to remind you he's there. No words are necessary if you do not decree it, just his steady presence, other hand scrolling along ResearchGate and Elsevier between business. He will lighten his workload to be there until your pain is gone.

Rest assured, he will find a permanent solution to it. It is not normal to have such pain, and Wesker would never allow his significant other to suffer something they don't have to.

(He's already tested you for predisposition to endometriosis by skimming a hacked genetics database and plans to use a biopsy from the laparoscopy he's scheduled to grow cloned uterine tissue and study your condition more closely.)

(Also, surprise surprise, he's your anesthesiologist, too.)

(Did you plan to transition? He can expedite that instead of searching for answers to an organ you may not even care much about.)

[ghelullu]

A bit of a rant/info post caused by misdirected and unwarranted bitchiness and panic in the fandom

I see a lot of people complaining in various levels of aggressiveness, that the band/TF don’t release info on the Ghovie release, that they should have a full list of theatres showing the Ghovie out already, that he’s „betraying“ his fans, that it’s „deceptive“, and „chaotic" and a ton of other ridiculous complaints - but also people plain panicking; I DO understand anxiety very well, so this is not just supposed to be grandpa shouting from the porch, but also to calm you down a bit.

1.

The band/TF are not responsible for the distribution of the Ghovie. That’s literally what Trafalgar is there for. They market and distribute the film to the cinemas. That’s not how movie distribution works (check this link for a very, very short overview). He’s a control freak (his own words), but he literally cannot do it all himself.

2.

They LITERALLY said, that more info will drop along with the trailor on 9th of May. Today (05.05.2024) isn’t the 9th. So obviously they’re not releasing the info yet. I do not know how the hell they’re supposed to make this more clear.

They probably don’t even have the full list of theatres yet – cinemas their schedules often extremely late. For example: When the Green Knight came out, my local cinema informed me about the fact that they will show it only 1 week before it's release (they didn't know earlier, too!), it’s not rare for theatres to get their full schedule only a few weeks in advance.

Please, for the love of Satan, stop panicking and wait for the 9th of May. The freaking out will only get you a forking heart condition.

3.

„Yes but some theatres/fandango are selling tickets already, that's deception by Ghost“

it’s not. It’s literally not their fault that some companies are - by error or knowingly ("illegally“`) - selling tickets before they’re officially available. You cant forking blame TF/Trafalgar for someone else fucking up. What is he supposed to do?! Plus, Fandango had to refund the tickets, so I assume someone from Trafalgar called and gave them a dressing down.

It’s shitty that some places already sell tickets, absolutely, but do not blame people that aren’t doing anything wrong here.

4. On a positive note:

What we could see from the early sales is, that this release is SO MUCH BIGGER than we thought. I expected a small release in tiny theatres (and maybe some larger ones in like London/NYC, the usual suspects) – but so far I’ve heard people in small towns spotting it in their local cinemas and I’ve seen it on the websites of multiple major movie theatre chains! And they’re not booking the smallest auditorium there, but large ones, too! This is really amazing news and I'm just super damn happy for TF!

5. tl;dr

Please stop panicking (and being so mean!) because your local theatre isn’t listing the Ghovie yet - this does not mean, that you won't be able to see it on the big screen. I understand being nervous, I too want to see it in a cinema! But wait for the 9th when all the info drops!

Save the panic for what TF will do to our hearts IN the Ghovie!