#please take part and share

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hello everyone,

Someone is studying at university and is working on an ACC app for their dissertation. It would be greatly appreciated if you all could share/take part of this questionnaire.

It would be nice if this is reblogged too, so it can reach more people.

Thank you in advance everyone. :)

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” pages 12-15

1 - 2 - day 3 - 💙free day❤️ - 4

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

part 1 of a little comic / art sequence that i've been working on! :D it's part tribute, part experimenting with brushes n colors and trying new thingz :]

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and thus continues my endless quest of spreading the carrot fics like a plague! if you've seen my art floating around you probs already figured that this au holds a very special place in my heart, forever and always!!

if you haven't heard of it, it's a fic series by @crowned-ladybug called carrot soup!! it made me wish i could speak colors and i need more people to share my struggle xd

go check it out if you're into sweet voice lore and qpr level gayness and just wanna feel warm and soft and warm (hurt/comfort my beloved) <333 there are some heavier themes cos everyone's traumatized but they're working through it! be sure to check the tags and stay safe! <3

[sinfully02slow]

Out of my element here but

Appreciation post for those orv fans that dissect the story, analyze scenes, share their theories and perspectives here on Tumblr

It’s really cool to see how orv looks from your guys’s perspectives and realizing what some scenes meant

Heck, I believed Kdj’s narrative during the webnovel until the fandom woke me up and handed me depression word soup :)

Personally I can’t really put into words what I think and feel- being able to come across posts where it’s put into words just makes my day

Seeing the orv fandom share endless commentaries of the story, their reactions, alternate universe takes, theories and fanart- it all makes it feel like orv never really ended

But yeah, thank you

(Sorry if the post looked long, I didn’t like how the sentences touched, it looked too squished)

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

Broke (2016): BBC Sherlock is a phenomenal piece of media and anything that seems like a flaw just hasn't been fully explored yet

Woke (2020): BBC Sherlock is an incredibly flawed series run by an egotistical writer, it never deserved the hype and is actively bad on so many fronts (especially representation)

Bespoke (2024): BBC Sherlock is flawed and bogged down by increasingly poor writing, which many fans refused to see while it was airing, leading to hugely misplaced expectations (particularly for the final series), AND it has the seeds of some compelling characterizations and portrayals, some genuinely solid performances, and touches--albeit imperfectly--on complexities that are still being discussed today (particularly as it relates to the relationship between Sherlock and John). The huge cultural impact of the show has created a massive pendulum effect in its public perception, leading to most people today remembering a caricature of the show (whether positive or negative) rather than appreciating its nuanced merits and failings...that being said Season 4 sucked

[moeblob]

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

AKA I love how unhinged both Alfred and Bunet are and I want to study their brains.

[lovelyrotter]

can we all remember to just say 'oh no thank you, i dont like that kind of food' but apply that logic and rules to shipping and letting other people ship again

[castielsprostate]

genuinely though if they continue venom without tom hardy, or without eddie brock, i will blow myself up and not in a good way

[strangersails]

billy tries so hard not to fall in love with steve harrington once they start having occasional sex, because steve is going to go college and billy knows for a fact that he doesn’t need no long-distance relationship on the phone, because the last time somebody promised him on the phone that they weren’t gonna leave billy, it was his mother and then she left him.

so he’s just constantly putting space between him and steve, so that steve knows where the line is, between them. billy tries really hard by calling him by his family name (like yes, i let you fuck me, but that’s it), by leaving him five minutes straight after they reach the orgasm without many words and disappearing for god knows how long.

“you can stay for five minutes, you know that, right? it’s not like somebody’s going after you or anything” steve says one time.

“i have places to go, harrington” he answers nonchalantly, lighting the cigarette hanging from his lips.

billy declines steve’s invitations to grab something to eat, cuts off almost every attempt steve makes to talk about something, until eventually steve stops trying to get whatever he’s trying to get from him.

the thing is, steve stops going to parties he knows billy’s going to go to too, and if they accidentally meet in somebody’s kitchen or doorsteps, he’ll actively start avoiding him. which is a problem, cause that means no sex. not that billy has trouble finding somebody else. he just... doesn’t want to. and the way steve literally walks away every single time billy steps in the room and looks immediately away like he even hates the sight of him, makes billy feel kinda bad.

he gets out on the porch of somebody’s house at a party one night to light a cigarette, when he sees steve sitting on the front steps with a girl next to him. he sees the boy’s face drop as soon as their eyes meet.

“jesus, he’s everywhere” billy swears he hears him say.

it’s actually ridiculous the fact that he has to make up an excuse to get to talk to him, but he doesn’t want steve to avoid him forever. also he could use a good fuck tonight.

so he just “you got a light?” asks, specifically to him, in case the girl next to him is wondering.

and it’s not like steve can really say no, since he’s literally playing with his fancy lighter in his hand.

harrington stands up and walks to him so slow, this time he can’t even bat his eyes and move them somewhere far from billy’s figure.

billy takes his time to let the pack of marlboro slip out of the pocket of the denim jacket. he doesn’t even bother to hide the lighter that’s just right inside. he sees steve roll his eyes in the back of his head and can’t keep but grin at that.

he puts the cigarette between his lips and gets closer to steve to let him light it, but it takes several tries to even get a little spark.

“let me try” he asks, and then gently grabs the little thing in his hand, making sure to touch the other guy’s fingers in the process. when he menages to start the cigarette, he inhales deeply, keeping his eyes high on steve’s face.

steve, that swallows loudly at the sight. like he likes what he sees.

“can we talk for a second? before you go?” billy asks, letting the lighter slip in the front pocket of steve’s jeans, with his fingers pierced inside of it to give him a little pull closer.

steve gives him a long, intense stare. “why?” he asks after a moment, trying not to be loud.

“cause i need to talk to you” billy says, and the knows that’s a stupid answer, but what else can he say?

steve shakes his head, pulls billy’s fingers out of his pocket, then says “that means nothing. why should i talk to you if you don’t even give a shit?”

billy feels his blood run down from head to toe like a hot shower as soon as steve calls him out. it’s pure guilt. he watches him turn around, ready to go, and then grabs his arm and pulls him again, closer this time. “because i miss you.”

billy doesn’t even realize he’s said that out loud until he sees steve’s eyes widen. steve looks at him for a very long moment, like he’s trying to figure out if it’s a bullshit or if he’s being serious. then his eyes drop on the hand billy still has around his arm. he lets him go.

they eventually get left alone by robin — that’s steve’s friend’s name — and move the conversation to a quieter place. and now billy doesn’t know what to say. it’s not like he programmed anything.

“so? what do you want?” steve starts, and the fact that it sounds like an accuse stresses billy out even more.

“why are you avoiding me?” billy asks, straight to the point.

“why not? that’s how you like it.” steve folds his arms in his chest. “the silence, the leaving. that’s what you do. you know, it’s not like i expected anything special or whatever. but you barely even say ‘see you around’ to me when you leave. you don’t even talk to me. that has nothing to do with sex, it’s just. the bare minimum. human decency, if you’ve ever heard that before. so what, you can not talk to me, but i can’t?”

billy feels a twinge in his stomach at those words. he feels called out. it’s true, his manners are questionable, and yes, that was purposeful, because he needed harrington to stay back. stay back, not vanish.

also this stupid hurt face steve’s got while he talks makes him want to slap himself in the face.

“what was that now, by the way?” steve speaks again while billy tries to find his voice back. “the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me was probably that i have a pretty mouth and that was while it was wrapped around your dick, so it doesn’t even count. and now what, you miss me?” steve has his face bright red while he talks. “how fucking stupid do you think i am?”

“i don’t” he says, finally.

“oh, trust me, i know you don’t miss me, you just want to empty your balls” steve says, and lets his arms fall still at his sides.

that’s the moment billy loses it and pushes his mouth against steve’s. he doesn’t even think anymore, he lets himself be guided by his instincts. steve opens his mouth almost immediately to let billy’s tongue go past his lips. he pushes steve against the side of the house, chest to chest, grabbing his face with both his hands, and steve whines in his mouth, but lets billy savor him. it’s the first time they kiss.

billy eventually pulls back, a wet sound filling the air before the heavy breathing.

“i don’t think you’re stupid” billy clarifies right after, still short on breath. “that’s what i meant.”

steve is red around his mouth, probably from all the pushing and sucking, and the thought is kinda distracting right now. he looks out of breath and words and his lips are still parted and wet and swollen. billy has missed him so much.

“look, i know i’m an asshole” billy says, still so close to him. “and i know apes have better mannerism than i have, that i look like i don’t give a shit. but that. is nothing personal. okay? i’m just not a people person, i need constant space and i need to leave when things start to feel serious.”

“billy. you don’t even call me by my name. how is that serious?” steve rubs his face with both hands, then he folds his arms on his chest again.

billy takes the hint and takes a step back. “it is to me. i don’t call you steve cause that feels personal. i don’t stay in your bed after we fuck, cause that feels personal. i don’t want to hear your stories, because that feels too personal.”

“and why is that bad?” steve asks.

this also feels too personal, but now it’s too late.

“because if it’s personal, it means that we’re close. and if we’re close...” it takes him a moment to end the sentence, and he can’t do it looking him in the eyes, so he draws them on steve’s hands and then admits, “it means i have something to lose”.

[desultory-novice]

Star Dream Soul OS might seem like all other soul bosses at first glance, but in reality, it’s not really a soul boss at all. By the time it’s fought directly, the only soul component of it, Haltmann, has been deleted. At this point, Star Dream is just a machine imitating what a Soul boss would act like… and not entirely getting it.

Its name specifies that it’s a “Soul Operating System,” not Star Dream Soul or Soul of Star Dream. It attempts to teleport randomly like the other Soul bosses would, but its teleportation isn’t very random at all. It follows a rapid, set path, never moves vertically, and only shows variation when it moves back and forth right before it attacks. When it splits in two, it cannot do the ‘rain of paint’ trick because it’s not a soul; it can only recombine and cause explosions. However, it still tries to do the ‘rain of paint’ with missiles of the same colors. Just like the teleportation, the missiles follow a predictable path around the battle arena, unlike the paint that falls at random.

The only recurring Soul attack it seems to have down pat is the four-way cutter attack, which in all honesty wouldn’t be very hard to replicate.

I love that you bring up the rain of paint as proof it is without a soul because this means you are ALSO a subscriber to the super cool "Paint/Art is The Essence of Life and Soul" theory!

So, basically, yeah. This is all very smart analysis. And I want to branch off from it to share a wild and fascinating HC that a mecha anime-loving friend shared with me after playing Planet Robobot!

You see, they were struck by the Robobot Armor crying in the ending after ejecting Kirby and pushing him safely back to Popstar...

Now, they weren't familiar with the pause screen re-translations or the Extra mode (yet) or all the interviews but I'm glad they weren't, because their theory broke my heart with how beautiful it was!

"That was President Haltmann in the Robobot Armor, right?" They said. "After his mind had been digitized? It had to be. A part of him escaped Star Dream and helped Kirby to undo his wrongs."

....!?! How had I never thought of that before? Why else would a musicbox version of those familiar opening notes of "The Noble Haltmann" be playing? Noble. Max showing this side of him we'd never seen in game but knew to exist before his mind was corrupted by that horrible machine. And it is only when the Robobot does this act that Popstar is freed from Star Dream. It's not Star Dream's defeat but the Armor who signals that it is time for everything Star Dream (and he) has done to fade into stardust and memories....

[butchvamp]

sorry im really not a dragon age blog in any official capacity i just love talking to myself on here

[narumi-gens]

y'know, if ppl want to make requests in the comments/tags of my fics that's fine but they could at least include "loved this!" before saying "please give me X"

[roboyomo]

I'm enabling you now go go go

UOU. SIGNAL UNDERSTOOD. Time for the big kenix and azrael rant under the cut!!!

So to start off, I'll briefly explain Azrael as a character since Kenix technically already had a brief character explanation

Azrael is also one of the "7 Deadly Sins" crew, just like Kenix, with his assigned sin being Envy.

For Azrael's case, Envy would be represented by his failures. Specifically failing his original protecting duties as a soldier in his past life, now envious of 'he' from his fantasies who has succeeded to protect others. The fact that he failed many times to live up to the version of him who has it all, driving him absolutely crazy. And as he does not have any idea how to deal with these feelings of anger and guilt, he only starts to blame everyone else around who had it better than him. Anyone who has managed to live up to their goals, being incredibly envious of them, to the point of purposefully ruining their lives. Ruining what they had so they could experience the same misery he felt this entire time, until it backfired and got him killed instead. (he is in misery but he doesn't want to be drowned in it alone, so he brings others down with him). He has failed himself by not meeting his own expectations, so the thought that there is a version of him out there that has succeeded to meet those same expectations and is now living better than before... makes him want to curse the entire world. Being extremely jealous of anyone who had the great success he wanted originally, now pouring out his misery as revenge on others, just to see them fall down the same way his entire world shattered in his eyes. The same misery now being turned into the poison inside his body, using it as a weapon against his enemy in the Afterlife. Now living as a cursed being that is forever bound to this insufferable nature, he tries to keep mostly to himself after becoming the 4th in line to join the sins crew. No roaming around the land with no end in sight, no contact, no relationships — only him and himself.

That is until Kenix himself has taken interest in Azrael. The interest was ever so the same as it was for the previous members of the crew. Attempting to get on semi-friendly terms with the others that are now just as miserable as him deep inside, since aggravating them would nothing good to both parties and he is aware of how fucked everything is for all of them combined, having the "false" feeling of empathy for them. But Azrael intrigued him the most because of how much he felt that their anguish was similar in a way. Both of their worlds were shattered and took it out on others because they didn't know how to deal with their problems in a healthy way, Azrael's case just got more extreme than Kenix's, who has only took it out on his surronding enviroment, which was very limited ever since he was young (and additionally taking it out on some of the Original timeline crew members/"The Warriors" after he was in the Afterlife). It was then when the suppressed desperation to feel something resurfaced. The wish to know what a connection between people is, the wish to have even someone by his side that would accept him as the awful person he is now. That desperation slipping through the the cracks of his facade of carelessness for others, having no feelings of remorse for his actions — he knows he can't go on for long without any sort of human interaction, that would only drive him more insane and worsen his state which would lead to his end sooner than expected. Not only is it because he knows that there is a higher risk chance if he will forever cut off everyone from his life, it is own wish to have someone finally accept him that has been born from the years of loneliness and isolation. He wants to, he 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 find some sort of companion for his own sake, something he never thought could happen because he truly believed that he would be better off without anyone. He doesn't think that he could ever become better, but the thought that someone, whose just as awful as he is, would accept him as this very same awful being, made him feel something that he has never experienced (Is it hope?? Is it the desperation for affection?? Not even Kenix knows that)

And that's when Azrael comes in. Nothing about Azrael said that the interest was mutual, but Kenix didn't stop attempting to engage in a first conversation with him. Azrael, due to his nature and the decision to distance himself from others, didn't feel like it. In fact, he also felt like Kenix shouldn't be trusted so there was this constant need to be cautious around him. Something about that attitude, that smile, the manner of speaking Kenix has,,, threw him off a few times to be honest. But when Azrael tried to confront Kenix head on about why the one kept trying to get closer to him, Kenix would only make up a shallow lie that Azrael's gradient hair looked interesting. He could 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 ever admit out loud that he desperately longed for someone who understood him, admitting to that would be a sign of showing weakness — and that is prohibited when Kenix's first desire was about being powerful and seem powerful. Additionally, it is not like he would ever take "my carefully built facade is slowly breaking day by day and my true feelings and desperate wishes for human companionship and physical affection have been shown to someone that I thought would finally be the one to help me get through this agony" well. he would probably spiral and worsen everything about his mental state and sanity even more and that means that he would meet his demise sooner. which is unwanted as he still wants to have a chance at life — not the best one, but a life at the very least.

It is where their relationships starts to build off from that point. Azrael slowly starts to show more trust towards Kenix and that made Kenix have this sense of hope, the hope that Azrael will become the one person Kenix wished to have by his side until the end of time. Kenix undeniably always has been fascinated by Azrael and with each interaction, the fascination for him grew only bigger. From Azrael acting annoyed at Kenix for being too bothersome to sincerely enjoying each other's company. Starting all those nice conversations between them about anything they share as interests until Azrael one day decided to hold Kenix's hand without realizing it himself. He pretty much realized it only by seeing Kenix's puzzled face. That is when he found out that Kenix has... almost no concept of what physical affection is shown through. No grasp on the idea of what hand holding is, or no idea about any other displays of affection. Finding out about just how isolated Kenix was that he has no idea about how it feels to be hugged or hug someone else was just shocking to him. Which made him start being curious about what various displays of affection Kenix has no idea about. and is it not surprising that he doesn't know about most of it. this man's past is probably the definition of loneliness and he never knew what it was like to be loved or show love to others so pretty obvious that this stuff will puzzle him as it is just this new thing for him even if he wished for it for a long time.

Azrael just holding his hand actually made Kenix crave that feeling more (because of incredibly touch starved this man is). It is "I never knew of this sensation but please stay with me like this for just a few more minutes I'll provide us with all the time in the world to allow us to just stay closer together for a longer while" kind of craving (at this point he is not able to hide just how badly he needed someone next to him at all times)

Now Azrael is just showing this guy with some serious unaddressed issues™ what it is like to be loved and Kenix tries to show love back with what is left of his heart. Usually successful but sometimes it is just gifting something made out of someone else. it is not fun to hear the screaming of thousands because you wear this ring he gifted you. They have still committed atrocities but now they are able to accidentally "fix" each other without realizing it

[wizardofarles]

Survivor (Victim)

Did I survive? I breathe, I think,

but am I alive?

I did not overcome—I failed,

gave in, gave up.

I never fought, and never won.

I slayed no demons—I couldn’t

face them. I left

the door wide open, let them in, let them

change me, erase

me,

bury me cold,

six feet under their monstrous weight,

I laid down and was grateful

for the rest and how they allowed me to

hide. I closed my eyes,

but my mouth like a wound remains

open, waiting

for the right moment—for the right

words—to scream, waiting

for caring hands

to claw through the earth and tear my body

free—

waiting always, always choking

on the dirt that fills my lungs,

as countless bright full summers

pass above. Is this breathing?

Is this living? I fear I’m just a ghost,

a whisper

of what could have been, what once was

—tethered to this place

by a thin thread—

You have not found my corpse.

[memen18-m5r3]

i think i'm at the point where, if it wasn't for some of my most vocal followers/mutuals, i'd stop posting art. if not all together than 95% of the time

[princessconsuelapark]

as much as i appreciate the sentiment behind posts talking about people's childhoods and growing up with them and big part of formative years etc, that concept feels so alien to me.

him and his band are a big part of my life still.

they are on my blog, in my bio, my url, on my twitter header, in my spotify wrapped, I wear their merch to the gym, I sleep in it, (god help me but) i have notifs on for @ onedirection on ig, I buy tickets to their concerts, and I use my mug with their faces on it every single day for my morning coffee.

that is all in the present. and I understand that people mourn for a sense of nostalgic past and that is so valid. I just can't quite see myself within any of those remembrances.

so here's a post for us, for the fans who are still here, for the people who mourn not just for their past, but for their present, and now future. ❤️ love you all lots.