#so there's a bit of a balancing act there

[cursedcanon]

JJK men as dads.

Characters: Gojo, Choso , Sakuna, Geto , Toji and Nanami.

Gojo Satoru – The Ridiculously Over-the-Top Dad

Gojo as a father would be chaotic good. He’s the kind of dad who shows up at parent-teacher meetings in designer sunglasses and acts like a celebrity. His kid? Spoiled beyond belief. Need a new toy? Boom, you have the entire toy store. Want dessert before dinner? He’s already handing you ice cream.

He’d be super playful, letting his kid ride on his shoulders at high speeds (terrifying for bystanders), randomly teleporting them places, and making everything a game. But when it comes to protecting them? No one is touching his kid. Ever.

Pros: Funniest and most entertaining dad, will literally bend reality to make his kid smile.

Cons: Probably lets them get away with way too much, so discipline? Who’s she?

Overall: The "best friend" type of dad but still a powerhouse of protection when needed.

Choso – The Overprotective, Gentle Dad

Choso would be so soft with his kid. He’s been through so much loss that once he has a child of his own, they become his entire world. He’d always make sure they feel loved and protected, constantly checking if they ate, if they’re warm, if they’re happy. If they so much as get a scratch, he’s holding them like they’ve been mortally wounded.

His bedtime stories? Legendary. He’s the kind of dad who will sit for hours telling stories and making shadow puppets on the wall. But if someone dares to harm his child? They’re dead. No hesitation.

Pros: Incredibly caring, super protective, and patient.

Cons: Might be too overprotective (his kid is not allowed to climb trees, ever).

Overall: A soft, warm dad who will also commit a crime for his child.

Sukuna – The “I’m Not a Softie” Dad (But He Is)

Sukuna as a dad would pretend he doesn’t care, but deep down, he’s got that soft spot. He’d be the dad that grumbles about how kids are annoying, but the moment his child looks sad? He’s casually placing their favorite snacks next to them and acting like it was always there.

His parenting style would be strict, though. No nonsense, no whining. But the second someone else tries to be mean to his kid? Immediate execution.

Pros: Will make sure his child is the strongest, and no one will ever mess with them.

Cons: Tough love to the max. “Crying? Weak. You can fight a bear, I believe in you.”

Overall: The dad who acts like he doesn’t care but would burn the world for his child.

Geto Suguru – The “Cool But Protective” Dad

Geto would be the cool dad—the one who’s got that chill vibe and never raises his voice unless he needs to. He’s the type to have deep conversations with his kid, teaching them about the world, strength, and how to handle things with grace.

But if someone messes with his child? He will destroy them. Effortlessly.

Pros: Wise, calm, and genuinely wants the best for his child.

Cons: Might be a bit too hands-off sometimes.

Overall: The dad who gives solid advice and will make sure his child is respected.

Toji Fushiguro – The “Tough but Soft” Dad

Toji would be a dad who tries to act like he doesn’t care much, but deep down, he’s so soft when no one’s looking. He’d teach his kid how to defend themselves from a young age and make sure they know how to survive.

He’s rough around the edges, but he’d do anything to give his child a better life than he had. If his kid ever got bullied? That bully would mysteriously disappear (coincidence? I think not).

Pros: Teaches survival skills, fiercely protective, secretly affectionate.

Cons: Struggles with showing emotions, might be distant at times.

Overall: The "tough-love" dad who is actually a big softie.

Nanami Kento – The Reliable, Best-Dad Material

Nanami is the perfect balance. He’s the dad who provides everything his child needs—stability, warmth, and love, but also discipline when necessary. His kid will grow up knowing their worth because Nanami will always be there to remind them.

He’s the kind of dad who comes home tired from work but still helps with homework, reads bedtime stories, and makes pancakes on weekends. If his child cries? He’s holding them and reassuring them with that deep, soothing voice.

Pros: Responsible, loving, and will always put his child first.

Cons: Might worry too much about their future.

Overall: The ultimate “Dad of the Year” type.

[mouseycometz]

A Blooming Valentine’s Day

(Art by lillinapoc)

Word Count: 1,000 +

Warnings: None

Pairing: Starscream/OC

Plot: Starscream grows curious about Valentine's Day.

Inside the walls of the Autobot base, Starscream resided in his private sector, training with the Star Saber. He attempted to concentrate with narrowed optics and a firm grasp on the hilt of the powerful weapon. The sword glowed as he swung it, using his frame to balance himself correctly. With the proper stance, he nearly felt at one with the blade.

“Steady….”

Another strong movement.

‘Focus…”

And then, quite suddenly, the image of a certain woman emerged from the depths of his processor. The woman smiled, her green eyes flickering and her glasses twinkling in the sunlight. Starscream squeaked a little before frowning and releasing himself from his fighting stance. He huffed, watching as the mini-cons transformed to the floor. They beeped at him, curiously tilting their tiny helms at him.

“That’s enough training for today.”

Puzzled, they beeped again. Starscream smiled, endeared by their concern.

“I’m fine! No need to worry. Why not take a relaxing energy bath? You’ve earned it!”

With that, the mech made his leave, pretending not to hear their beeps behind him.

Starscream marched out of his quarters and into the main room of the base. Monitors buzzed and computers whined. In the distance, his gaze fluttered to Celeste. She worked at a nearby desk, conversing with Red Alert and the mini-cons, Short Circuit and Swindle. Before she could notice him, however, Starscream then overheard the human children walking near him.

“Hey, so, uh, Alexis, you asked anyone to be your Valentine yet?”

“You wish! Besides, even if I did, it’s none of your business!”

“Come on, Rad, you know how she plays hard to get!”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Carlos?”

Starscream paused, reflecting on their words. He blinked a few times, his wings giving a little twitch.

“Valentine’s Day?”

Apparently, he was too loud. Alexis stopped in her tracks and turned towards him.

“Oh, you don’t know what that is, do you?”

Next to her, Rad spoke, intrigued by the jet’s confusion.

“Basically, it’s a day about love and showing appreciation for someone you care about.”

Starscream was unable to keep himself from feeling the slightest bit awkward, his spark pulsing at the thought of someone dear to him nearby.

“L…Love?”

Carlos folded his arms behind his head.

“Yeah, man, it’s too mushy for me.”

Still, the winged mech turned his helm slightly, catching the glimpses of red in Celeste’s hair.

“And...what is…asking someone to be your Valentine?”

Alexis smiled at him.

“When you ask someone to be your Valentine, you’re asking them to be your special partner during the holiday!”

Rad nodded.

“And don’t forget about the gift-giving!”

Starscream gawked, lowering himself to their level.

“What? Gifts?”

Evidently, there were more Earth customs than he initially realized.

Carlos laughed.

“Come on, man, do you seriously not know?”

Starscream gritted his denta, trying to act aloof but failing miserably. Noticing his shift in expressions, Alexis cocked her head at him.

“Is there…someone you want to ask to be your Valentine, Starscream?”

He huffed, now standing from the three.

“No! Of course not. I have much better things to do than gift-giving on Valentine’s Day.”

From the corner of his optics, his gaze wavered to Celeste. She talked with Red Alert, flipping through the stack of papers on her desk. For a moment, he wondered how she would react to a gift of his own.

But what would she enjoy?

He glanced back at the children.

“But…when is Valentine’s Day?”

…

Days passed. After a week of tireless preparation, eyeing Celeste, and communicating with Alexis, Valentine’s Day finally arrived.

Starscream and Celeste traveled through a warp gate to their desired destination. It was a meadow, filled with swaying flowers, dazzling sunlight, and gentle breezes. Starscream chose the environment on purpose, recalling how Alexis stated that Celeste adored flora and fauna.

The woman sprinted in front of Starscream, the hem of her dress flowing as she twirled within the field of colorful flowers.

“Starscream! Do you remember this place? It’s the meadow where we first met! Gosh, I remember it like it was yesterday! You wanted Short Circuit so badly, and I was…”

Starscream remained motionless, waiting for her to relax. When she turned back to him, he lowered himself and stretched a palm out to her. Inside, there was a bouquet of red roses.

Celeste went quiet at the sight.

“Huh?”

Swallowing his nerves, Starscream spoke.

“Celeste…I…am not familiar with Earth customs or holidays, but I…want to give this to you.”

Her silence worried him briefly, but he carried on, his words merging with the beat of his spark.

“Will you…be my Valentine?”

At first, there was nothing. Celeste’s eyes, vibrant and luminous, gazed deeply into his own. And then, much to his dismay, she began to cry. Panicked, Starscream released a sound of surprise before pulling his servo away a little.

“Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?”

And then, abruptly, Celeste leaned forward and pressed a kiss to one of his digits. Starscream squeaked as she held onto the bouquet. A smile bloomed across her face like the flowers she adored so much.

“Always, Starscream. I’ll always be your Valentine.”

The mech blushed, hard and fast, completely at loss for words.

Carefully, Celeste set the bouquet below her and rummaged through the bags she brought with her into the meadow.

“I actually…wanted to ask you the same thing!”

From her bag, she retrieved a most peculiar item. With narrowed optics, Starscream recognized tiny images of himself in varying poses and expressions. There were pictures of him flying, sword training, and even laughing. He tilted his helm, remembering that all the pictures were taken with his permission. On top of the small board, there was also his name in the form of perfect calligraphy, another hobby of hers.

A reward? A gift? For him?

“What is it?”

Celeste chuckled.

“A photo collage! Filled with pictures of you!” Her voice softened as she held the present out for him. “I know it isn’t much, but I…really appreciate you, Starscream.”

His blush burned deeper and brighter than before, his spark humming and thrumming within his chest plate. But after a pause, he gathered himself, feeling more at ease than he ever felt in his life.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Starscream.”

He smiled, gently cradling the board in his servo.

“Yes. Happy Valentine’s Day, Celeste.”

After setting both of their gifts beside them, Starscream held Celeste close in his giant palm. When he lifted her to his faceplate, her lips brushed against his cheek, setting it ablaze once again.

[whoreiorcats]

Ok take two dehumanization in severance.

I cannot remember where I read this because this class was years ago but basically the act of dehumanizing someone (treating or thinking of them as less than a full person) is also an act of dehumanization against one’s self.

This is because in treating someone like a subhuman in turn causes you to act like a monster. You literally rob yourself of your humanity.

Helena thinks of the innies as “fucking animals” after she has just completely imploded their lives (raped one, killed another, traumatized all) with seemingly zero remorse. Like Milchick feels bad about it!! He’s still a dick but he does not feel normal about what happened to Irv at least.

Mark insisting his outie isn’t another full human, it’s him (an extension of him?) So it’s ok when he decides to reintegrate without considering innie Mark’s life and if he might be effectively ending it (also did not consider this when he was gonna quit after OTC)

Dylan is discriminated against for being severed. The door guy is disgusted at his choice, not weirded out but disgusted.

Some part of Dylan George was consumed to make Dylan G. His wife certainly seems to see something more in Dylan G than she does her outie husband rn. Until those two halves are reunited, until Dylan G is no longer trapped in corporate hell, Dylan George won’t be able to be his full self.

There will always be “the other one” who is either enslaved or dead because of you. Severance is framed as the solution to work-life balance by Lumon but we don’t seem to see any outies who are like normal and happy (except possibly Burt but we also only see a tiny bit of him).

Idk hot take getting the severance procedure is bad 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 big brain thoughts over here

[alacants]

nadalcaraz as a dynamic is so interesting to me. rafa playing at the philippe chartier like always. He knows this place so well and this is probably the last time he is playing there and he going for the ultimate prize for his country which he has done countless times before but only this time. this time he isn't alone. there is this kid with him who wants it as much as he does only. he wants it for him. for rafa. he could etch history and focus on solidifying his name even more in the history books but no. he is here for his idol smiling and tussling and being a bit silly and lost but he is giving so much. for rafa. and then it doesn't happen. and the other thing doesn't happen as well. (credit novak djokovic but that's a whole other ghost and story.) but rafa is there for him after that in a way he wasn't before? cheering for him at the davis cup on his feet (again. he is doing it for him.) congratulating him on both instagram and twitter (in emoji code too mind you.) and just yeah. Nadalcaraz. sorry for the rant lol

NADALCARAZ. man there is so much there. because in a sense they're both trapped in this relationship imposed upon them. i'm not trying to imply they wouldn't have wanted to have one anyway, just that it's out of their control. the moment carlos won a grand slam at nineteen he became the new rafa and there was nothing that either of them could do about it. 

SO given what has been imposed upon you, you can fight the relationship or embrace it. and both of them have embraced it.

on rafa's side—i've wondered if his enthusiasm for carlos was a sign that he'd more or less come to terms with walking away. this is an imperfect analogy, but i'm always, always thinking of serena williams and sloane stephens, after sloane's ao victory in 2013, when everyone was like, wow serena must be like a MENTOR to you and the response from both of them was, "hell no. absolutely not."

and like yeah, that was about racism. obviously. but i do think the response was not just pushing back at the racism, but also the raw reaction of competitors in their prime. i'm not here to teach/to learn, i'm here to kill the pretenders and feast on their bones/i'm here to overthrow the queen and take MY place on the throne.

(got a great ask-essay about novak and jannik that touches on this idea, op i am slowly but surely making my way to it!) 

sure some of that is just, like, their personalities. i just doubt that the relationship would look exactly the same if carlos had hit the scene even like… 5 years earlier. to quote @oldlizzie's juanki tags that i am always thinking about, they're trying to bury you but you're not dead. until you are.

meanwhile, it's tough for carlos because yeah. you have to live up to THAT. and we see him and juanki doing their best to politely push back on the comparisons—which is a hell of a balancing act, "of course i love rafa, of course i'm flattered, please don't"—because i mean! this is a doomed comparison! for reasons that have nothing to do with talent, carlos is very probably not going to win 22 grand slams! (though, like, i can't see the future. who knows.)

don't let the comparisons get to you. don't let the hero down. don't let him down at his last olympics. don't let him down at his final tournament ever. (the way the stress manifested during those olympic doubles matches was actually so funny, iirc it went like—rafa would indicate something unintelligible and carlos would be like where do you want me to go senpai you have to tell me i don't understand.) it would be very easy to resent this person who is going to shadow you for the entirety of your career no matter what you achieve. but he doesn't. 

like you said, it would have been easy for carlos to want to focus on singles. it would have been easy for rafa to back away from sharing the spotlight and setting himself up for an unflattering side by side comparison. but they both wanted to live that experience of tennis together—to create a moment where pastpresentfuture collide.

so yes. nadalcaraz. :')

[poisonedspider]

Okay, honestly? This wasn't bad at all. Not that he had thought it would be, far from it, but he didn't want to confuse fantasy with reality. He had expected, if anything, that Vox would put all his focus on Valentino and want nothing to do with Angel. He had accepted that, if this were to ever happen, so this was incredibly pleasant. And the more content he was, the more he was able to completely lose himself without nerves.

His eyes were naturally trailing over Valentino's naked form, as if he hadn't seen it ten thousand times in his afterlife. The purple contrasted with the pearls was stunning, Angel's face left in awe. He only got distracted once Vox was tugging at his dress, the arachnid laughing almost angelically - light and soft and musical. A side of him that usually only Valentino got to see, because he was used to putting on the act in front of others.

He felt like a bit of a desperate slut grinding against Vox the way he was, balancing on his lower arms and leaning back slightly to give the two of them room to make out. His initial instinct was to shift away entirely, but Val was keeping them both pretty firmly there, so instead he simply watched with blown out pupils, moaning softly as he admired the two Overlords. Hips pushing harder against Vox's thigh, not just from the pimp's help, but because his own arousal was increasing and he needed the friction.

And then before he could do anything else, Valentino was kissing him, the spider's upper arms immediately moving around Val's neck, pulling him desperately closer. Sucking on his tongue like his life depended on it, taking all the poison that he could get, until his whole body would feel like it was on fire. Which, speaking of. His lower arms are reaching behind him, grabbing at the zipper to the see-through dress and tugging it down.

He only separates the kiss from Val for mere seconds, grabbing the already incredibly bunched up dress and pulling it fully over his head at this point, tossing it aside without question. Leaving him in just the black bra and panties that were visible even under the sheer fabric. As soon as the dress was off, he was grabbing for Val again, forcing lips together as teeth clashed with the force of it, hands that were removing his dress on Vox's chest, just to touch him and feel connected there as well.

@mothvalentino

On his end, Val only chuckles when Vox and Angel discuss the ins and outs of his partner's mouth. The other Vee's slight huffiness is amusing, as is his top star's eagerness to give his boss exactly what he asked for.

When Vox insinuates that this triumvirate constellation may not be a one-time thing, the moth gives a deep hum of approval, glowing red eyes momentarily dropping to the TV demon's hand on his thigh. He would kiss the CEO right then and there if he hadn't requested to watch them. It's probably because they're celebrating his birthday but Val can't help but marvel at how accommodating Vox behaves during all of this. He's much more open to it than the pimp expected.

Things are heating up quickly, prompting Val to shrug out of his suit jacket. Thanks to his lower arms being free, there's no need to stop stroking himself while he puts the white blazer aside. Left in his lace cincher and unbuttoned pants, the moth shifts his position, pushing himself up on his knees. His upper hands move behind his back, untying the satin ribbons keeping the cincher in place.

ཐིཋྀ "Careful, Voxy. If I keep getting my way, the three of us won't be leaving this room for a week..."

Snickering, Valentino stops touching himself, if only to fully slip out of his undone clothes. Once he's left in nothing but his platform heels and the pearl chains dangling around his neck, the former stripper makes a show of spreading his long legs in the air, dropping them on either side of the two demons in front of him. Scooting closer, he keeps Angel and Vox between his thighs, placing a hand at the back of each.

While dark fingers once again encircle his length, the pimp darts out his tongue and licks a wet stripe up Angel's neck. Pressing his lips against his pulse point, Valentino moans against his skin, half-lidded eyes narrowing to slits. His hand slides further down the spider's spine and pushes him firmer against Vox's thigh. When the two men unlock their mouths to breathe, the moth lifts his head and licks both of their extended tongues. Swiping from Vox's to Angel's, then tapping their tips with his own.

Val briefly considers taking out his phone to film but he doesn't want to interrupt them right now. Not when the different textures and sounds of his lovers drive him positively insane with lust. His body dedicates every little detail to memory anyway, the subtle dance of their tongue enough to make his breathing heavy.

After teasing them with little licks and nudges, he turns toward Vox and kisses him the way he wanted to before. Putting his gratitude into an open-mouthed caress, tongue slipping in and out until his poison drips down his screen. Then, he smoothly switches sides, sharing the taste with Angel in a no-less passionate clash of lips. Meanwhile, one of his lower hands opens Vox's pants. He pulls down his fly and palms his partner through his underwear while he makes out with the spider, giving his bulge a light squeeze.

@hellmxses

[moonlit-tulip]

A gimmick which I think would be interesting in a visual novel: small variation in the visual designs of the sprites and backgrounds based on who's narrating a given scene. Not large variations, mostly—buildings are going to have generally the same architecture, people are going to have generally the same outfits, et cetera—but lots of details shifting around on the margins, showing the texture of the characters' thought-processes through the visual design of the world as they see it, rather than only through the text of their narration.

So, for example, one could have one viewpoint character be unusually faceblind, and portray this by having all the sprites have Same-Face Syndrome when viewed from their perspective, even as they hold onto more variation face-wise in everyone else's perspectives. One could have one viewpoint character who's unusually conscious of the fine details of their physical environment, and portray this by drawing the environment-art with much more fiddly detail when in their perspective, showing wood-grain and electrical wiring and other such things which are abstracted away in others' perspectives of the same areas. Et cetera.

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[pianokantzart]

How likely do you think it is that Mario and Luigi Brothership has any sort of direct reference to the movie, and how would you feel if they actually did that?

I wouldn't bank on a direct reference, but I know that Nintendo and Illumination worked pretty close together on the film, with Shigeru Miyamoto himself acting as co-producer. Given the huge success of The Super Mario Bros. Movie, I'm thinking Nintendo is taking measures to very subtly make the games and the film reflect each other.

What happened with the cover of Princess Peach Showtime comes to mind:

Say what you will about the design change in and of itself, but you can't deny that whatever happened there was influenced by the movie.

I think something similar (but much more subtle) might have happened here:

It's easy to see how that pose might have been based on that shot from the film, but it's also nothing so drastic that people who are only familiar with the games are going to feel out of the loop. Or perhaps it's just a coincidence. Who knows, really.

If there does end up being a direct reference to the movie in "Mario and Luigi: Brothership"? I'd be thrilled. The Super Mario Bros. Movie is the thing that got me hyperfixated in the first place, so I'm always going to be on board with references to it.

[inkshadow]

"huh... i guess if you're working freelance then you're sort of subjected to whatever, huh? so it's up to you whether you wanna show your whole hand and give them something really from the heart or... something that'll satisfy them? how does it work for things that you sing then? 'cause this is all just about when you write the lyrics, right? or does it involve the song production also?" it sounds like a tough balancing act, especially since the assumption is that it's a lot easier to write about things you care about. things that mean something to the writer. giving that away to someone that doesn't have context or just using you for your words? ouch. dowoon flashes over a tiny grimace, one hand pried from under him to drag his cup around a bit. "a-and have you been pretty good about that? being intentional? no hard feelings recently?" he recognizes the barrage of questions but he can't help that their careers are so wildly different to one another, even with the common element of having something ripped out from under you after hours of blood, sweat, and tears.

"mm... i don't think so, you instigated this whole conversation." which she isn't really mad about, supposes that if nothing else at least it breaks up her day to stop for a bit to catch up with an... apparent friend. "quite typical. a lot of the time artists like her will have co-writers, which would be me for example. it's... a little hard to explain though. sure, i have a whole list of personal tracks i'd never give away. however, if i'm working freelance and i have a contract with a label or artist a lot of time they want to... own the song. regardless of if they ever use it or not. maybe they'll get another artist in ten year's time who it would be perfect for or maybe they want to sell it. sometimes, i'm like... commissioned almost to write a certain piece and again, i sell it so it's no longer mine." she offers a bit of a tight-lipped smile. "it's pretty brutal, sure. just means i need to be intentional with what i'm putting out."

[mariocki]

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986)

"You have one choice, boy: sex or the saw. Sex is... well, nobody knows. But the saw, the saw is family."

[moreaujeans]

quite pleasantly surprised by wicked movie but i Will say we were robbed of elphaba leaning in close to glinda saying “come with me to the emerald city” followed by glinda’s “i’ve always wanted to see the emerald city” while looking deep into her eyes arms around her shoulders twirling elphaba’s hair

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Like Phil, I’d like to think that Jamie and Keeley still go to Brazil, in spite of the boys’ recent fuck-up, but I’d also like to think that Roy comes with them. Not because Jamie and Keeley can’t be friend on their own or wouldn’t have the best time doing Brazil together – they would! – but because I think Jamie might be conscious, given everything that’s gone down recently, of potentially upsetting what he currently perceives as a rather delicate balance.   

Maybe he brings it up a few days later before they head over to Keeley’s for a joint apology, or maybe it happens already at the holy kebab place, once they’ve had a few bites and a chance to settle back into their normal; a little worse for wear, but with no lasting harm done.

And Jamie fiddles with his sleeves and makes little faces as he tries to decide what to say (and Roy notices and waits with some trepidation) and in the end he just comes right out and says it, because that’s what Jamie does, isn’t it?

“I asked Keeley to go to Brazil with me, for that Nike thing I’m doing.”

Roy blinks. He hadn’t known Jamie was doing a Nike thing. Jamie might have told him, but Roy usually stops listening whenever he starts blathering on about brands and clothes and shit, so yeah, if told he hadn’t heard.

“What did she say?” he asks after a slightly too long and awkward moment of Jamie looking up at him, almost through his fucking eyelashes, trying to gauge his reaction.

“She said yes.” And hastily, as if worried what Roy might say or do if given a moment to, he adds: “I didn’t do it to try to get back together or anything. I mean, I do wanna get back together and she’s my friend and I love her and I thought we’d have a great time, yeah, but also, she’s great at PR and all that stuff, so. Yeah. That’s why I asked her to come. Make sure I don’t fuck it up.”

And because you want her to be your girlfriend. Roy doesn’t say it, though. Neither of them want a repeat of what went down at the bar. This isn’t Jamie trying to goad him or hurt him, he’s pretty fucking sure of that, so he’ll listen carefully to everything Jamie has to say, and then he’ll react like a fucking grown-up.

Probably. Possibly.

“Anyway, I think you should, like, come with us.”

Fucking what now? “What?”

“You should come with me and Keeley to Brazil.” Jamie is nodding his head decisively, as if repeating the statement has fully convinced him of its veracity.

“You want me to come with you and Keeley to fucking Brazil?” Roy is aware of sounding like a demented parrot, but he doesn’t give a fuck, does he, because he doesn’t want there to be any fucking room for misinterpretation here.

Jamie doesn’t seem particularly concerned about Roy’s tone. Too used to it, probably. “Um, yeah. Yeah. I mean, probably can’t get Nike to pay for it, right, but you’re rich, so you can just get your own ticket and you can stay with me and Keeley in this villa they’ll set us up in. Can’t mind that.”

Which all sounds very reasonable, of course, but still doesn’t answer the most pressing question:  “Why?”

Jamie makes a face. “What do you mean, why? Because I don’t want shit to be weird between us, mate. And I think it’d be weird if Keeley and I went away and you stayed here after what happened, you know. Besides,” he adds, and suddenly he looks slightly shy; younger than he actually is, and vulnerable, “It’d probably be fun, yeah? All three of us going, together. Because we’re friends and all.”

And there’s something sharp and jagged turning in Roy’s gut at that, because underneath Jamie’s claim there’s a note of uncertainty that Roy had no trouble whatsoever guessing the origin of, and he adds it to the long list of things he hates himself for.

He doesn’t know how to express any of that, so what he says is, “Yeah. I guess. I’ll think about it.”

Jamie’s grin is immediate and wide; relieved and triumphant in equal measure, like he’s already won – like he already knows for a fact that Roy’s going to say yes.

Roy can’t even find it in him to mind that the little prick is right.

And then they all go to Brazil and I’m currently thinking that nothing further really happened between them there, because apparently they all need to do a little more thinking and feeling and figuring themselves out, but I’m sure they still had a grand, grand time of it.

[liquidstar]

wanted to post the royals and co. as a set for reference, though the only new things here are the king+queen and koe's updated design :p also most of them didn't get little infoboxes so those will be a first under the cut here ^_^

Name: Andromeda (Andy)

Name origin: The Andromeda Galaxy, named for the mythical princess

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 20

Title: Heir apparent

Weapon: Flamberge (Same as her mom's)

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: She wants to go on adventures someday, and make a lot of friends, and be normal. So please drop the "Your highness" and call her Andy!

Name: Cepheus

Name origin: The constellation Cepheus, the king

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 54

Title: King

Weapon: Scepter

Ethos (Power): Authority (The ability to control people’s actions through his words, but not their minds)

Flaw power is based on: His controlling and paranoid nature

Notes: He prefers not to use his ability unless it seems necessary, but ends will justify the means.

Name: Cassiopeia

Name origin: The constellation Cassiopeia, the queen

Pronouns: She/her

Age: -

Title: Queen

Weapon: Flamberge

Ethos (Power): Alis (The ability to generate wings)

Flaw power is based on: Her overconfidence in her own abilities, ironically like a completely different winged mythological figure...

Notes: Before being the Queen, she was the Hero.

Name: Koeia/Koe

Name origin: The star Koeia, whose name literally means "Star"

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 20

Title: Maid/Andromeda's lady in waiting

Weapon: Twin Sickles

Ethos (Power): Blessing (She can make others more powerful through cheering them on)

Flaw power is based on: Her Obsequiousness

Notes: She assures you her devotion to the princess is strictly for non-homosexual reasons

Name: Perseus/Percy

Name origin: The constellation Perseus, the hero

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 21

Title: 1st Knight/Andromeda's personal guard

Weapon: Harpē sword

Ethos (Power): Divine swordstrike (An all-powerful swing of the sword with no limit)

Flaw power is based on: His incredible arrogance and show-offishness

Notes: He assures you that his showy devotion to the princess is as heterosexual as it seems. Also he's the cousin Io from Nova Stella

Name: Ursa

Name origin: Ursa major, the big dipper.

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 38

Title: Major

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): Bear-handed (Her claws are unbreakable and can slice through any material)

Flaw power is based on: Her hyper-diligence. Her ruthless devotion and adherence. Literally nothing could ever stand in her way.

Notes: She’s the mama bear of Kochab (Ursa minor) from the timber scouts

[thatscarletflycatcher]

I was surprised when I first heard people say the first Lord Peter Wimsey novels were too caricaturesque, because I don't remember a time I felt more identified with a character that when Lord Peter gets so focused, worried, and disturbed by his discovery of the nature of the crime in "Whose Body?" that he goes on a full blown PTSD attack. And then he is so very tired. And needs several days of rest to recover. But he's talking it in the exasperated philosophy of "going on a stupid little walk for my stupid mental health". Extremely relatable to me, whatever that says about my mental health state.

[dimension-20-every-introduction]

Everyone Introduced in Dimension 20′s Mentopolis episode 6 (finale)

[sideblogformentalhealtshit]

having arfid is like if someone diagnosed you with "hates poop disorder" then told you that you either have to start eating bowls of horse diarrhea with human nail clippings in it or you die. that would fucking suck now wouldn't it