#slam doors shut

[mochiwrites]

i hate my mother.

[wandering-tides]

Look at the Piggybank

Look at the Piggybank!

It's shaped like Raon!!!

....this must mean Hong and Ohn's piggbanks are cat shaped with their respective colors, right?

-thinks back to the Top Whips Test on the Wind Island where only the kids piggybanks were left-

...That scene is so much more devastating now

[martybaker]

Long time no fic, my muse was taking a vacation but I rediscovered this fic concept that I wrote in a fugue state and then completely forgot about, so here’s a snippet.

Setup:

Dream and Hob are college roommates and they keep getting disturbed by their neighbor having loud sex nextdoors.

Solution - they have to be even louder.

——

They are both in their room, with Dream reading a book in bed and Hob at his desk working at some assignment or other when the noises start once again.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Hob buries his face in his hands.

Dream lets his book fall on his chest and he rubs at his temples. “Not again,” he hisses.

“This is like the ninth time this week! Don’t they have anything else in their lives going on? School? Friends? Isn’t there more to life than sex?” Hob moans, covering his ears against the sound of rhythmic thumping of a bed frame against a wall and loud moans.

“I knocked at the door again yesterday. The jerk told me to ‘lighten up, ‘live a little’ and ‘get some’,” Dream mutters, teeth clenching.

“Asshole,” Hob agrees, leaving the assignment behind with no hopes of being able to focus, and flops down onto his own bed.

“Why do they have to be so loud?” Dream growls covering his face with a pillow in a futile attempt to block the sound. He does own noise-cancelling headphones, but he left them behind in his family home and he isn’t ready to make that trip just yet.

Hob is even more out of luck, he can’t use noise cancelling headphones, the complete lack of sounds makes him anxious. He actually prefers having Dream in the room when he’s studying, even if they don’t talk, to being here alone. He often studies in coffee shops just for the ambience of the people chatting.

But it’s the principle of the thing. They’re both fed up with being exiled from their own room just because the jerk next doors has a sex appetite of a bonobo monkey.

Suddenly, Hob sits up, eyes sparkling. “They are indeed, very loud, which means - we have to be louder.”

Dream rises an eyebrow, intrigued, and sits up as well. He watches Hob get on his own bed on all fours, pushing against the bed frame, trying to make it rock against the table behind it.

It doesn’t move much.

“Fuck,” Hob says, then takes the two steps to get to Dream’s bed. Dream makes room for him, leaning against the wall to give Hob enough space to lean against the bed frame and test its noise making abilities.

The bed creaks rhythmically as it rocks against the table behind it. “Yours is better,” Hob announces. He stops to give Dream a questioning look. Dream smirks and nods at him. “Go ahead.”

[skeletoninthemelonland]

woman

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Tristen: You should’ve taken your clothes off. Matilda: I still might… … [cicadas chirping] Tristen: You’re not allergic to mold, are you? Matilda: I wouldn’t care If I was. … Tristen: We shouldn’t have waited so long, Mat-.. I don’t know what I was thinking. Matilda: Maybe we should stop thinking… [Tristen nodded slightly; she was right, they’d done more than enough thinking] Tristen: That’s-.. romantic, actually.

[takami-takami]

Learning about domesticated bird mating habits. How they get hormonal if you let them nest and they start wanting babies, so you have to remove cozy spaces from their enclosure when they're in mated pairs.

You already know where my mind is going.

Keigo being hesitant about moving in together, let alone sharing a room. With you. He doesn't think he could stand it. He'd convince himself it's a good idea after copious amounts of logical leaps. Surely he has enough self control... He's a man, not a fucking animal, surely he can keep—

When Keigo opens his bedroom door to find you rearranging the furniture, pushing your shared bed against the corner right by the window, adorned by new bedsheets in your favorite color. He turns tail right then, waltzing right back into the living room to take some deep breaths.

You're so cute. You're so adorable, primping a little nest for the two of you. You're so fuckable I mean breedable I mean please don't make him pull out I mean FUCK. He can't even look at you.

Sorry. The thought of Keigo seeing a nest and burrowing in the pillows and popping a half chub and whining about wanting babies like he's fucking ovulating or something makes me unwell I'm fucking SORRY, OKAY!?

[vulturereyy]

@cupcakeshakesnake I am going through supreme art block right now but I can't get this out of my head. Anyway I'm sure Lurien is super duper normal about this.

[ultratradmalewife]

The thing that still has me icked about the whole break up are the writing and marketing choices behind it. I’m not too fully aware if this could even be possible for Tommy’s position, but a better job opportunity would’ve been the best case to put a nail in this relationship. It has the lonely gay character leaving on a potential positive note, the same way Abby left if that’s what they were truly trying to parallel from the start, and it shows off Buck’s growth of accepting letting go again without the attachment that he had with Abby. And it doesn’t kill of the thing that this whole relationship had going for it, which was communication and honesty. That’s the part that mostly stings for me, how they set up Tommy in a less favorable light, but Buck is left off with the sympathy. This ending still gives Buck that without the questionable choice they gave Tommy. And if they ever did want to bring Tommy back they still have something in their corner, the red string, because strings pull at the most unexpected times.

And then the marketing… we had entry level relationship, gay yoda, and mentor roll tossed around all too closely with wanting it to be like Tarlos, a respected queer story not revolved around stereotypes, a joint actor’s interview when some of the most established couples don’t even get that… do you see where the hope and confusion comes from… the show runner can’t act surprised to that. You oversold something storyline wise when you weren’t even sure what you were selling.

Also, this relationship brought in new fans and old fans who had already gave up on the show before, and expected the same level of loyalty as from the fans who’ve been here from the start. And the those fans who honest to god have tried (that includes me), struggled finding a balance here because we’ve had constant harassment from a bigger more violent side, and with that experience you can’t really blame some people for taking a break at best, or leaving entirely because the experience wasn’t the best no matter how much we love the other characters. Some of us (me again lol) will be watching clips, probably not the whole show, and then just leave fandom behind. That’s valid too.

Edit: Also, no I have something to add, the harassment was so bad I’ve seen long time viewers leave too. So also think about that.

[bookwyrminspiration]

as of about 10 minutes ago, my cat has learned how to open cabinet doors. but she's not very good at it and has immediately decided to make that everyone's problem

[royalarchivist]

Cellbit: Were you married, Fit?

Fit: Huh? Well I mean technically to Spreen, but he went out for cigarettes and he never came back.

Roier: Yeah, he will never came back... [Laughs]

Cellbit: I haven't met him, I don't know him.

Roier: Oh. He was a- a nice guy, you know. But...but now he's- he is gone. I'm sorry.

[crystaloregarden]

I am not going to make rent this month. Mid-November I was laid off early from my main source of income while I attempted to work at another office, and then said office dumped me on my ass for another, "better" new hire, screwing me over and leaving me with only my second (now only) job, a grocery store position that only gives me 30 hours a week and doesn't pay enough even if I WERE to work full time.

I've been scrambling to find another second job to replace my main income, but to be frank, no one is hiring. I've put in at LEAST 30 applications in the past week and a half, only three of them have reached out for interviews, and ALL THREE of them fucking ghosted me after the interview. No rejection notice, no call, just radio silence. I don't know what I'm going to do. At this point I'm filling out every single job application I can see out of sheer desperation that one out of a hundred of them will even bother to respond to me.

Until then, I'm asking for help to keep a roof under my head until someone hires me and I can work two jobs again. Please donate anything you can IF you can because there's no hope in sight for me until someone fucking hires me and the stress of it is making me sick.

[walleeli]

Alien Stage Round 6 // Tell Me How by Paramore

[chartreuxcatz]

[nyashykyunnie]

OUT!!! OUT I TELL YOU!!! BAD DOCTOR!! BAD DOCTOR ZAYNE!!! YOU'RE NO LONGER MY HUBBY!!! I BARELY GOT YOUR DRUNKEN INTIMACY!!!! BAD HUBBY!!! BAD BAD BADDD!!!

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

i can’t imagine how violating having your work fed into ai felt and the more I’ve thought about it today the more it disturbs me. you’ve put so much wonderful stuff into this fandom and it should be treated with respect.

🫂 if you want them. i’m truly sorry that happened.

Honestly I went through a lot of emotions, and I think in the moment I was mostly in shock because... they came in with like... excitement? A "hey! :D I really love what you make so I wanted to make you something with your ship! I used AI to make it!" kind of a moment and I just stared at the messages as they kept going

The only reason why I didn't purge my stuff back then was the fact that the longer they went on, the more they started to double down without me even saying a word (or them even knowing I had seen the messages), because they could see for themselves how messed up it was. And they concluded something like "so maybe this could be used as a kind of a prompt". Which was a relatively easy footing for me as well when I eventually did type back, because... I genuinely didn't get ill intention vibes from the person, and they were self-aware enough to see how it must've felt like without me having to explain it

But still. Like the one question in my mind was "if you like it so much, then why are you doing this to it?"

I know that some people are very insecure about their English skills (which is also why they sometimes comment in their native language instead of English; and I've thought about replying in my own), or creative abilities in general, which... like that I DO GET. That I understand. I've been there. I am still there. That's what learning new skills and developing them feels like. But... I don't mind the typos or incorrect grammar or structural issues or whatever, just don't... bastardize my writing.

Because it's like... I knit a shirt. You take the shirt and say you like it a lot. You start pulling the threads apart and stick it into a sewing machine to make a franken shirt, and hand it back with "it's better now! I used a machine to fix it!" Which will inevitably make me feel like whatever time and effort I put into my craft, the development of the shirt (or story) and the pattern (the characters) actually isn't good. And if you want a sweater that's made of plastic "yarn" and can barely survive two turns in a washing machine, you can go buy one. Go ahead, I can't exactly stop you, but plastic shirts (no matter how fluffy) won't keep you warm like real wool.

yeah... that was not a good day

But thanks for the hugs, they're very much appreciated

[vimbry]

posting about how the neighbour's kid isn't as annoying as he used to be hours before he throws an obnoxious house party