#rips the bandaid off and posts it

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

I know it’s been talked about ad nauseam, but I think one of the things that got lost in the discourse about TTPD and the muses and whatnot is how one of, if not the core trigger points of the album is the yearning for commitment and perhaps even more poignantly, motherhood.

The reason she was so susceptible to falling for the “conman’s get love quick schemes” is because she was grieving that imagined life with the person she had long assumed would be the one to give her that. What has been beyond clear in several albums, let alone interviews etc, is that those plans for building a family were very much real and top of mind for years, and she kept holding on and shifting her world in service of making that happen. And when whatever happened happened that pulled that rug out from under her, it left her bereft not just for the relationship that had once been her world but also the imagined family she had been hoping for and sticking out the hard times for.

And that’s likely why she was swayed by and trusting of the promises of someone who knew her history and knew how unmooring that loss was to her. It may have been partially about the person himself or lust or whatever, but the core issue was the pain of giving up the dream, and sublimating that dream into this new opportunity in front of her, because she was so desperate to hold onto the last scraps of that imagined life she wanted so badly. (And I don’t mean desperate as in pathetic or negative, I mean as in fighting within the last ounce of energy and hope she had.) It wasn’t rational and it wasn’t love, it was grief, not just for a relationship but even more so for the family it represented.

So to me the core issue of TTPD isn’t just the Joe vs. Matty or whoever of it all: it’s Taylor and her yearning. She wanted a family badly and a life that was theirs and was processing losing that in all kinds of ways. It’s all over the album in overt and subtle lyrics. It may not have been grieving a literal death but I’d bet it felt pretty darn close.

And I’d also bet that’s why we’re seeing… what we’re seeing now.

(I have so many more thoughts about womanhood and motherhood on TTPD but that is another post being worked on piecemeal in my drafts… this is just a little Saturday morning post-zoomies reflection)

[mcondance]

cw gunplay

fontaine’s eyes are as dark and menacing as the gun pointed at you right now. hardened and terrifying, you bear witness to a slice of the part of fontaine that has people around the glen scared to even look at him wrong. you asked for it, asked to be put down like this, and you shake with the gravity of what you got in return. “get yo’ ass up.” he says, grills glimmering like even they have adopted his vile demeanor. you obey him on shaking legs, barely on your feet before he’s putting the gun to the middle of your forehead, glowering as you try your hardest to face him and not cross your eyes on his gun. moving ever closer, metal against your forehead, he speaks. “i could put a bullet in yo’ pretty ass head right now. ha' them brains all over the floor."

[isatoru]

ok bro so i don't know how to make this post SDJFHSH and say hi hello i missed everyone without being awkward and facing cricket noises since it's been over a year since i’ve logged in LMFAO and ppl still following r gonna be like ??? but .... ASKDUSDL HELLO!!!!! 🙂‍↕️ to everyone that is still here ... <3

I MISSED YA'LL SM OMG ;---; i hope some of you still remember me so this won’t be too awkward 🙂‍↕️🙏

on that note!!!! i have returned because i have really bad gojo and isagi brainrot since rewatching/rereading jjk + getting into bllk

+ i have so many fics i have completed that i want to post !!! i have been cooking in isolation and after much needed self-growth and love in writing <3 ;v; (gojo, isagi, and nanami ones mostly lmaoo AND ALSO A SUKUNA SERIES I WANT TO POST) AND IDK WHAT TO POST FIRST LOL

also to the mutuals (that remain... <3) please do not be alarmed if u see me in ur notifs reblogging fics for my current faves and yapping in ur tags 🙂‍↔️ like in the next few days LMFAO i have been deprived of reading good fic for soooo long bruh and now im like. I NEED TO READ FOR GOJO AND ISAGI SO BAD…. i missed fic so bad...

would ya'll be chill if i posted writing out of the blue here lmao and changed my username ??... it wouldn't be too awkward ?? 🙂‍↔️ (for the username i will change it in a few days despite my impatience so i give everybody like a chance to get used to me being on their dash so it won't be too alarming LMAOO)

[ghostcond]

ive been playing pirate a lot lately and finally decided to stitch these two some outfits and draw them

[tfemluna]

ykw fuck it dawg HELLO SOLARBALLS FANDOM im here to disturb the peace with my silliness

i am extremely normal abt the moon club and i need to shout to the world abt it. have a mousey luna for ur troubles #cringe

[dot-mp3]

A snippet from my current WIP, an 8th year AU titled 'When Memories Snow'

The room should not smell like rust, or copper. But Draco’s nose still picks it up, hanging low beneath the humid September air, mildew with a slice of something metallic. 

Five things he can see: 

Stone walls. Stone floors. Aisling preening her tawny feathers. Her cage, silver, free of rust. A homey canopy draped over his bed, the colour of fig. 

Four things he can touch:

The too-tight collar of his cloak. The clasp, as he wretches it open. His wand. Stone floors. 

Draco kneels beside his fallen cloak, and presses his right palm flat against cool rock. He bears down on it, giving the floor an opportunity to swing open like a trapdoor beneath his crouched figure, the thrum of Hogwarts’ wards against his fingers both familiar and needling. 

Three things he can hear:

Rain pit-patting against the window in an asynchronous rhythm. Aisling’s shakes and flitting as she preens. His own pointer finger taptaptapping against the solid stone floor. 

Two things he can smell:

Stone. Rust.

He can taste rust as well. It makes his mouth water like sour lollies, involuntary and wet. 

Draco spits on the floor. Once, and then again. His saliva bubbles, and then settles, and Draco rises slowly. He drags the toe of one black loafer through the small puddle, smearing the shine a little against matte stone. 

“Scourgify,” He casts, and his spit disappears, whisked away into the ether. His mother would have a conniption had she witnessed it. She would have seen to it that Draco scrubbed his mess on hands and knees, she would have forbid him from using magic or calling house-elves, she would have watched him clean with a straight back and her arms crossed tightly over her chest. A small mercy, Draco supposes, that they were both spared the indignity. 

Murmurs come bleeding through Draco’s door, light shifting at the gap between stone and wood. The shadows come to a halt, and a light knocking resounds in the silence. Draco runs a hand through his hair, banishing all thoughts of spit and rust with the scratch of his nails against his scalp, before opening the door.

“Oh, Draco.” Pansy speaks on an exhale, deflating slightly at the sight of him. 

“Hi, Pans.” She steps through the threshold of Draco’s dormitory without unnecessary spoken invitation, and gathers Draco in her arms as the door drops softly behind her.

“Draco,” She sighs, encircling his waist and resting her head against Draco’s chest, the shell of her ear pressed tight to his heart. Earl Grey and lavender. Pansy always smells like Earl Grey and lavender. Draco’s arms drape around her shoulders. His cheek comes to rest against her blunt fringe. 

They used to be the same height when they were children; when they would run together through the Manor’s rose gardens, looking for fallen petals not yet swept away by house-elves. Pansy would dip their petals in fountain water, and stick one against each of their ear lobes, like gaudy earrings in shades of buttercream, crimson, and peach. 

Then Pansy shot up like a mouthy little weed, and she spent third year telling Draco he was developing a bald spot at the crown of his head like a monk.

“You’re lying.” He would tell her.

“You would think that, considering your vantage point.” She’d retort.

In this little stone room, however, Pansy rises to the height of Draco’s collarbones, and she looks up at him when they step apart slightly, still within arms reach. Draco links their fingers together.

“I missed you.” He allows himself the honesty. 

“Of course you did,” She gives his hands a squeeze, her flat, unimpressed tone completely betrayed by the warmth in her manicured grip. “I’m a delight.”

[shorelinnes]

felix: five star trailer

[lilirot]

Obey Me's monetization has been incredibly antagonist since the original game. It didn't start with Nightbringer it's always been there. Nightbringer frankly should have been there chance to move away from it and do better but they chose to stick with the same bad systems and in some ways make them worse (there is no excuse for locking Devil Flower behind Skill 2) even if it improved leveling cards in other ways (earlier access to UR cards). They increased the price on the 200 AP you get when you run out (10DP > 20DP), I haven't checked but apparently in OG there is no limit on getting tickets with Ravens while in NB now it's 10 a month?? Also, the price of Joker cards was fucking absurd w/ ravens. Just one UR+ for 500???? And like man events in OM were just handled poorly because like they're the basically the ""endgame"" but also the best way to progress as a player. Like, there is a reason most story-heavy Mobage have the main story as relatively easy to get through or scales reasonably to how much powerlevel the player should have at that point and doesn't potentially leave them stuck for like weeks having to grind out cards (especially if they're F2P) in order to get slightly ahead in the story. The devs did fix the player power issue for events somewhat however they never addressed a bigger issue of not giving players enough AP without some strict scheduling (and even then there is still a deficit) that I don't think I've seen any other Mobage do??? Like, players should be able to get the UR memory even as F2P w/ no cards that should have been the default and better rewards if you're a whale. And man all the that grinding and effort for a story that was mediocre. They tried to be like half-way between the "buy gems to unlock routes/choices" games and your average mobile RPG and it wasn't great. It's part of why WW and Fabsnap piss me off so much they could have put that money into a better game but they spent it on a flashy mechanic in order to justify NB when making significant mechanical upgrades would have been enough.

[justanotherjaydrawing]

... Might have posted a mini fic ... if anyone is interested. (might delete this post later coz I'm feeling incredibly shy

[eirianerisdar]

Um. Are they not going to do anything about the pit entry line thing until Carlos has been on the podium

[cecoeur]

nobody cant convince me verstappen.com isnt doing this on purpose and somehow (dont know exactly how or how much) is behind it

like come on, it's so pointed

I do think there's some shade there to a degree, yeah. The verstappens are a bit petty (affectionate). But I would also say that rbr's marketing took a nosedive after daniel left and they just don't really have that interesting of a back catalog of content from 2019 and on to pull from. There's only so many throwback photos of max in a different variation of the same rebull team polo that they can post from over the years and have it be that interesting or differentiate from the present day. So, they kind of have to go back to the max and daniel era for those more engaging images, which makes it all the more obvious that they're being very intentional about not including daniel or pretending that he wasn't part of that content originally.

[goobygnarp]

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[asterbats]

Don't Ever Forget

Hero and Partner week 2023 day 6: Farewell / Alone / Return

@heropartnerweek + AO3 Link

Rin and Nimbus have finally done it. They climbed Temporal Tower, brought Primal Dialga back from insanity, and saved the world from becoming trapped in time- and now they can finally go home and reunite with their friends. But on the path to the Rainbow Stoneship, Rin can barely keep up with Nimbus. She knows what's coming- only one of them will live to tell this story after all. But how can she say farewell to the most important pokemon in her life...?

The air was thick with dust and tension as Team Wispstar limped down the path to the Rainbow Stoneship.

Rin staggered behind Nimbus, trying not to fall behind. It shouldn’t have been so hard, what with the shinx also limping from her wounds, wearily looking around almost as if they were in a daze. But Rin’s entire body felt like it had been held down with stones. She struggled to lift her paws in the air, her tails dragged behind her, and her eyelids and lips practically sagged to the bottom of her chin. Her breath came out in haggard sighs, like her lungs were rejecting the air itself. 

But nothing felt heavier than the pit in her stomach. 

Rin had only been given less than a day to process her fate after Dusknoir had thrown it in her face back at the Old Ruins, and in that time, they had hyper focused on their mission to save the world. 

It was all she could do to not betray her values and give into her fear of death. It was all she could do to keep going, to keep climbing Temporal Tower even as it collapsed around her, even as the shock waves threw her off her feet and the dungeon pokemon pounced on her every weakness, even as she looked in the eyes of Primal Dialga as he charged up his roar of time.

But now, it was all over with. And her fate was all she had left to conquer. 

And Nimbus didn’t know a thing.

“Rin? What’s the matter?” Nimbus had looked behind her to see the vulpix a good way behind her, and stopped so she could catch up. Rin gazed blankly at her, her words stuck in her mouth as she dragged herself to her partner.

“It’s okay,” Nimbus rested her chin on Rin’s head, bringing some life back to Rin’s chest. “We’re almost at the rainbow stoneship. We can check the Hidden Land for supplies and take a rest.” She paused. “Gods know we need it,” she weakly chuckled. 

Rin didn’t respond, but she didn’t have to. She never talked if she could help it, and Nimbus knew that. The two were content with sitting in silence. Rin barely registered that they had both sat down and pressed their sides against each other. Rin almost felt tempted to let her heavy eyelids rest and fall asleep, cozy next to her best friend. Even though they were both battered, both perched right by the nearly destroyed Temporal Tower along a broken path, Rin felt safe listening to Nimbus’s heartbeat.

The moment was broken by a sharp tremor that overtook the path. Nimbus leapt up and hissed, bushing out her fur reflexively. Rin grit her teeth and hugged the ground, too weak to stand.

The tremor died down. The two pokemon were still except for their wide eyes looking wildly around the path. It was intact, though the dust made it even more difficult for Rin to breathe. 

Nimbus let out a haggard sigh. “... I guess things aren’t back to normal yet, huh.” She mewed it in a joking tone as if to lighten the mood, but her voice was shaky and weak, like she knew it wasn’t going to work. Rin gave her a weak smile anyways.

“We should… keep going. The sooner we get off this path, the better,” Nimbus mewed, holding out a paw for Rin to grab. Rin nodded, reaching for the paw.

And as they touched, a small yellow ball of light began to dance around Rin’s wrist.

Rin and Nimbus both startled at the light- Nimbus in shock, almost in curious awe as she watched the light float down Rin’s arm- and Rin in horror.

This light… She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She couldn’t say how, or why… but something in her knew that this was it. Her body grew even heavier, unable to move. A storm was blowing in her mind, but somehow, she also felt like she was at ease… like a reluctant acceptance. 

Her time with Nimbus was about to end. 

“Rin…?” Nimbus whispered, eyes growing wide as more lights began to flow around her partner. “What is it? What’s happening to you…?”

Rin looked into Nimbus’s eyes, tired beyond belief. It took everything in her to sit on her hind legs.

“Nimbus…” her voice came out as a gasp, barely audible. Nimbus leaned in to hear her more clearly. “I’m sorry. I should have told you this long ago. I… have to say goodbye to you now, Nimbus.”

“What…?” Nimbus stepped back, her ears pinned back. “Goodbye? What are you saying?” Her voice cracked and she tilted her head. 

“Dusknoir told me,” Rin croaked. “If we changed the future… everyone from the future will disappear, because we would never have come to be in this time. So now… I can’t exist here anymore. Not like this.”

Nimbus stared, confused and scared. She looked so small now, a far cry from the brave hero who put the time gears back in place. It hurt to see. “I… I don’t understand… Wh-Why…?”

“I’m sorry,” Rin whispered. “This was a long time coming… this was always going to happen, even if I forgot. I couldn’t go back. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

“But… that’s… but it’s not fair!” Nimbus cried, throwing herself onto Rin’s chest and embracing her. Rin nearly fell over at the shock as the shinx began to cry into her shoulder.

“You… you and Grovyle… you came here to save us! You came here to give us a better life! You’ve helped so many pokemon, you’ve helped me! You risked your life to save a bunch of Pokemon you didn’t even know so we could all survive and live in a beautiful world- and this is what you get for it?!”

Nimbus sobbed into her fur, soaking the vulpix’s shoulder. Rin stood still, her breath caught in her throat. She never knew the right words to help, especially not now on her deathbed. There was so much to say and no good way to say it- but it broke her to see Nimbus this shattered. To see her in such pain caused by her actions.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. It wasn’t. But it had to be. “I… I want to thank you, Nimbus. For everything. Even after this… I’ll never forget what you did for me.”

“What I did?” Nimbus gasped, lifting herself from Rin’s shoulder. “I… I was only able to get this far because of you! It’s only because of you that I was able to get this strong!” Her voice wavered. “Don’t you understand…? You saved me, Rin… I’m… If you go… I don’t think I can… I don’t think I can even…” She was shaking. Her voice softened to a whisper as she looked away. “I can’t survive without you… you make me strong, and without you, I can’t even… What was the point of saving the world… if you aren’t going to live in it with me…?”

“No,” Rin finally managed to raise her voice. Nimbus stopped shaking and met Rin’s eye again, her eyes overflowing with tears. “Nimbus, you are strong. It’s because of you we were both able to make it here. And you have to take that strength and get back home. You have to make it back, and tell everyone what happened here… so that nothing like this ever happens again.”

As she spoke, the light grew brighter. Rin gasped as she lost feeling in her tails and paws. Time was almost up.

“Rin!” Nimbus cried, throwing herself into Rin’s chest. “Please… don’t… don’t go… I need you, Rin… Please…”

Rin put her arms around Nimbus’s shaking form, holding her closer. The shinx returned the embrace, holding Rin for dear life. 

“Thank you, Nimbus… Thank you for everything.” Before Rin knew, the words spilled out of her. “I’m glad we got to train together, and travel together, despite everything, I’m glad you were always there with me. I’m so… so happy I got to know you, Nimbus.” 

Her voice wavered, and her eyes began to well up. Her throat swelled, making it even harder to speak. I… When was the last time I cried… Did I ever…? It took everything to hold back her sobs, to be Nimbus’s rock one last time. 

“I’m so… so lucky you were the one to find me that day. I’m so… happy that you’re here…” She pressed her face on top of Nimbus’s head.”

I don’t want to go. She thought. I want to live in this beautiful, colorful, alive world with Nimbus. I want to keep exploring with her until the end of time. I want to wake up in the morning by her side and rest in the night listening to her heartbeat. 

“I love you, Nimbus,” she finally broke. “I love you, so, so much, that it hurts.”

Nimbus startled, lifting her head away, still holding onto Rin for life. She stared into her eyes as if she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Rin’s heart fluttered as she realized what she had just done. Just one more thing she had put off until the end.

But looking at Nimbus’s face, she knew. Nimbus’s lip quivered, on the verge of another sob. “Rin… Rin, Rin, Rin… I… I-”

The light became blinding. The two gasped, clinging onto one another for dear life. Rin realized she couldn’t even see Nimbus anymore- all that was left was the light.

Time was up.

“I’m sorry, Nimbus! Even after I disappear, I’ll never forget you!” she called. 

And as she lost all feeling in her body, as she lost the ability to touch, to hear, to smell, to see… she just barely felt Nimbus lose her grip, screaming her name into empty air.

[shingekinomyfeelings]

Shh (nsfw, mdni)

A Reiner x reader drabble. You might be a little shy about being overheard, but Reiner sure isn't.

warnings: explicit dialog, dirty talk, Reiner being a lil shit, afab reader. Characters are cadets in this story, but aged up to 19.

notes: this is definitely the filthiest thing I’ve ever written and maybe ever will write, sooooo feel free to pretend you didn’t see it

not beta read

I’ve literally never written any form of dirty talk before so I’m sorry if this is the worst thing ever

reposted here

[stariisv]

grian as a surgeon :D let’s say i did this for halloween and not bc i’ve been watching grey’s anatomy..

anyway don’t judge the drawing to hard i’ve only been drawing for *squints at watch* like 3 days now and i’m still learning! (tips and constructive criticism are very welcome tho :))

[jeidin]

This drawing has been in my head for a while, and I decided to use it to try beautifying my line work.

Colored version under the cut.

I honestly couldn't decide which version was better and I got mixed opinions from my pals. The options have different feelings with and without color. What do you think?