#so… not in the mood to care
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That moment when the Autism is Autisming instead of just being an excuse
#vent ramble#my sister has to go to the hospital (I think she’s just experiencing the level of pain I do everyday) and our Mario party plans got canceled#:(((((((#change in plans is really hard for me#especially since I was using that as motivation for a shower :/#at the most she’s hurt and she kinda gets hurt all the time#plus she was rude to me last night about my chronic pain#so… not in the mood to care#i CARE but my energy is being zapped out of me and I know you’re fine#i just…I can’t be a perfect human#i should insist to go to the ER with her cus I think her bf is gonna wait in the car😒#but..my autism is already bad and waiting and hospital rooms make it worse#I’m just freaking out honestly like#fuck#i have no life no friends No anything#so much so that I have to beg my family to play a virtual board game with me#and then I’m so stupid and fucking broken that I completely fall apart when things don’t go my way#nobody hates me more than me I just#F U C K#I’m tired#I’m just#ugh I can’t fucking think I just hate myself and existing so much I literally have no worth
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i really don’t think it’s “typical dragon age fandom nonsense” for people to be genuinely upset about the world state choices. combat, level design, art direction, gameplay gimmicks, those have all varied across each dragon age game. the one thing that’s remained constant are nods to our previous choices.
i wasn’t expecting my HoF to come riding in on a griffon, but i can’t find a monument dedicated to warden tabris somewhere around the anderfels? lucanis couldn’t have some lines about the time that one arainai boy was stirring up trouble in antiva city? you’re gonna tell me that making a mage the new divine wouldn’t have some impact on nevarra and antiva? on the anderfels, the supposed most devout militant andrastian nation in thedas? you’re saying nobody in the north is paying attention to who rules orlais or ferelden? come on.
#dragon age#yes i’ve seen john epler’s explanation on only wanting to carry forward choices that they could ‘really do something with.’#and i understand what he’s saying and i’m curious to see how those 3 choices they brought forward will impact the story!!#but i’m still disappointed. and i think telling people why they shouldn’t be disappointed is just gonna make them More disappointed.#also don’t really appreciate dev comments like ‘careful what you wish for with cameos. it just gives us an excuse to find new and horrific#ways to kill your faves teehee 🤭🤭’ like okay???????? what???#alistair came back twice & could be fine both times. loghain’s inquisition cameo was so meaningful because who the hell expected to see him#again? leliana can straight up die in origins and yall brought her back anyways. like what are we doing out here.#also when i think of ‘typical’ nonsense for this fandom it’s people doxxing each other over fictional character opinions. or what#fictional side your fictional inquistor took in the fictional mage-templar war. or just plain old racism.#NOT ‘damn it’s fucking upsetting that this excited replay i’ve been doing of the previous games and all the recommending i’ve been doing#for new fans to play the other games before veilguard has turned out to be pretty fucking pointless.’#might as well tell someone to watch a let’s play of trespasser and that’s it.#11/26 in a hater mood so i’m turning rbs back on lol. go forth & be petty
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Language divides and building bridges.
Elesa’s feeling homesick. Emmet, bless his heart, tries to help by infodumping while Ingo frantically runs off to find water (crying is a very dehydrating experience).
((Would you look at that! The kids are picking up kantonese and galarian from each other!))
BONUS:
Heh. Callback.
Want to see more? Here’s the masterpost for submas!
#not Emmet trying to say Electric in kantonian and failing miserably#meanwhile Ingo gets it within the first five seconds (what a MOOD)#wow ingo ur so good at languages! hope this doesnt come into play later when you get sent to a foreign island chain far in the past!#(sweats)#anyways LOOK THE PATRATS AND PACHIRISU ARE FINALLY BECOMING FRIEND FRIENDS#I CAN DRAW SHENANIGANS AGAIN WHEEEEEE#BUT also... callback to the library comic where Emmet and Elesa talk about Leaning on Friends for Help... hehehehhough#elesa did in fact get that from somewhere yes#it's this. she got it from this interaction. from two people who decided to care about her for some reason#and so she decides to care back#(little rat dog barking noise) anyways back to tagging!#pokemon#art#sketchbook#submas#myart#fanart#pokemon ingo#subway boss ingo#submas comic#elesa#pokemon leader elesa#kid submas#nimbasa trio#blitzle#tynamo#ingo#emmet#subway master kudari#subway master nobori
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can’t help but think of how, if we choose to go by sirius’ characterisation as a private, arrogant teen who only lets a select few into his circle, sirius’ post-azkaban life just have been such an utterly humiliating experience for him.
especially OoTP. when he has all these near strangers in his childhood house, that he hated and loved and ran away from and couldn’t ever escape. if he spent his entire pre-azkaban existence building a cold and aloof persona, not letting people know what his home life had been like, then to have all of these people get a front row seat to it because of kreacher and portrait walburga’s shenanigans must have been near unbearable. to have the entire order, including snape whom he disliked and mistrusted, hear the kinds of names he’s being called.
not only does he have to deal with the retraumatisation of his childhood, but also the fact that he’s flayed open for everyone to see. it’s not only his freedom, innocence, dignity that has been snatched from him but his privacy also. it’s such a cruel thing to experience, on top of everything else.
to have literal children, his godson who he has been kept away from all this while, whom he presumably wants to be able to look up to him, to have him see into the deepest parts of his soul. to have to be so weak in front of him. not only is he subjected to such vileness but he also cannot do anything about it.
sirius has not had a moment of peace in all the time we knew him. it is indignity upon indignity that is heaped onto him. every other character has gotten a moment of respite but him. it fully breaks my heart.
#sirius black#i am in the mood to sob tonight clearly#i just#was reading a fic#where it recounted walburga ad kreacher’s screams and taunts#and it suddenly hit me how humiliating they are?#like#even if it’s an inanimate object and a house elf#to be called an embarrassment and shame of my flesh and filth#by the only remaining members of your family#and to have it be traced back to your family#to know that your mother was alive but did not care that u were in azkaban#and that everyone else knows it too now#to walk around in every corner of your childhood house and be able to see exactly how u grew up#no boundaries no limits#to have other people keep touching parts of your family with the audacity to throw them out#and move it around#to call your home names#i just. cannot imagine.#the level of helplessness he was operating with#is it really any wonder he was the way he was#hell. he was actually so much better than he should’ve been#lesser men would’ve been catatonic or going off on a rage fuelled warpath#it’s so embarrassing to have your parent even correct u in front of friends sometimes#and to hear all this abuse. shouted at you.#and not one person ever stands up for him#or shows him any empathy#i’m actually amazed that even after all these years i’m able to find new tragedies in sirius life#HAS THAT MAN NOT BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH#pen’s notes
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something. about. the horror of being sent on an impossible (death) quest and obligations and hospitality politics. the trauma of not having a home, and then the trauma of being in a house that becomes actively hostile to you, one that would swallow you whole and spit out your bones if you step out of line. all of this is conditional, your existence continues to be something men want gone.
it's about going back as far as I can with the perseus narrative because there's always a version of a myth that exists behind the one that survives. the missing pieces are clearly defined, but the oldest recorded version of it isn't there! and there's probably something older before that!! but it's doomed to forever be an unfilled space, clearly defined by an outline of something that was there and continues to be there in it's absence.
and love. it's also about love. even when you had nothing, you had love.
on the opposite side of the spectrum, this is Not About Ovid Or Roman-Renaissance Reception, Depictions And Discourses On The Perseus Narrative.
edit: to add to the above, while it's not about Ovid, because I'm specifically trying to peel things back to the oldest version of this story, Ovid is fine. alterations on the Perseus myth that give more attention Medusa predate Ovid by several centuries. this comic is also not about those, either! there are many versions of this story from the ancient world. there is not one singular True or Better version, they're all saying something.
Perseus, Daniel Ogden
Anthology of Classical Myth: Primary Sources in Translation, edited & translated by Stephen M Trzaskoma, R. Scott Smith, Stephen Brunet
#perseus#danae#komiks tag#long post#every other week i start to say something about how greek heroes are a good case study in diaspora and exile trauma#but man perseus makes me so sad. so does danae. she loves her son :(#perseus turning a whole island to stone is a huge mood. i would also do that if i were him#anyway (salutes) take care everyone i gotta watch yunho's new video it looks like a fucking movie im so excited#(i singled out ovid bc i remember the fucking shit perseus discourse that ran through this site. i remember#im preemptively loading a gun and pointing at it before it can touch this post#it hasn't died out either i see it on twitter all the time in the most ANNOYING ways possible i am TIRED#esp bc they're actually doing medusa a narrative disservice like congrats! you made it worse! stop telling me it's better!!!!)#it’s all greek to me
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Serve cunt with your fits. Wear the ridiculously over the top garment/accessory, put your whole fucking cock into it!!!!! Yes to the platform boots!! Yes to the ruffles and the glitter and lace!! To the leather and spikes and chains!!!! PUT YOUR WHOLE PUSSY INTO THE LOOK AND WORK BITCH!!!
don't wait for a special occasion, wear it to the grocery store who give a shit, this dress doesn't care if you're wearing it to a black tie event or a picnic in the park you will die one day and your body will rot and deteriorate so wear the dress while you still have a body it can go on!!! Unleash the cunt now
#and guess what yes it is kinda tiring to be e tra all the time#so that is why you do it when you have the energy for it OR for a mood lift#and will people stare at you??? sometimes yes!! but who cares you look good!!#and maybe youll get a compliment or two from a nice stranger :)
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"It's like I'm a bad omen." "I'm willing to take that chance"
And they'll just be a fling for now and he KISSES HER FOREHEAD "AS YOU LIKE" AND SHE LOOKS SO GUILTY (about asking for that much??? about not being able to give him more??????)
#figured this was coming with them shacking up so quickly. BUT SHE ADMITTED SHE REALLY CARES ABOUT HIM#AND SHE KNOWS HE CARES ABOUT HER AND SHE KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS TO HEAR#Not! ideal!!! but better communication than SOME PEOPLE#tlovm spoilers#cr spoilers#perc'ahlia#percahlia#vex'ahlia#percival de rolo#tlovm#tlovm liveblog#tlovm s3#he looks so sad about it. mood percy mood#BUT HOLY SHIT THE TENDER LIL FOREHEAD KISS. AS YOU LIKE. I NEED TO WRITE 5K WORDS ABOUT THIS. ITS 6AM. HELP
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I just like the idea that once Missa hears Phil has another "kid" he'd try and do whatever he can to help and Phil feels emotions about it
#Qsmp#Qsmp fanart#Pissa#qsmp shipping#qsmp philza#qsmp missa#qsmp Wilbur#I'd like to think the difference in style and shading relates to the contrast of scenarios! The first one is comedic-#while the second one is more serious and genuine in mood#Definitely not because I tryharded for the second scene#I have rotated this family in my mind so much aaGH#I just think Phil would fall a little more in love hearing Missa care about the people that are close to him#Also it is late I just would love to see Missa and Wilbur interact so bad and Missa being like: Okay as your father I'm going to help you#Missa may just have as much if not a bit more than Wilbur does but I think it could be a really funny dynamic#Anyway maybe Pissa reunion today prayge
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Buck and Tommy ♡ flirty, kinky and in love
#911edit#911#911 abc#evan buckley#tommy kinard#bucktommy#911 spoilers#buck x tommy#tevan#mine#what is it with this hate? I can't look in the tags#that scene was there to show#1. Tommy cares about Buck#asking if HE IS OKAY#2. Buck opening up 3. Tommy opening up#4. and lighting the mood with Tommys smooth flirting and teasing which Buck picks up on#Buck brought the daddy issues up. Tommy was rolling with it and Buck smiled the whole way through#thats my take on it anyway. I just think the writers wanted to end bucktommy this season on a happy note#I loved that for them#I'm happy that all the people I follow are on board with it#just let them be#so to all the haters#whom I think just don't like Tommy#please grow up#there are bigger problems in the world than a little kink mention in a tv show#anyway#thanks for coming to my ted talk
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chanlix moments i think about a lot (9/?) - Channie's Room Ep.59
#his happy lil face#stray kids#chanlix#bang chan#lee felix#skz#skz gifs#my gifs#chanlixmoments#the thing is. its been a while since channie's room so i forgot how terrible that yellowgreen wall is to color#and this is a vlive rip which already makes it lq#so like. ignore everything but how cute they r ok? thanks#anw if u even care then chan goes on to say felix has always been there when chan was at his lowest and felix is like and u were there for#me when i got eliminated:D and chan is like WHY WOULD U BRING THAT UP but felix is like we went back to the dorms together#and chan goes “i felt so bad that day” and they talked about how they both still vividly remember it and how it was raining and it matched#the mood#and chan is biting his fingers the entire time and has to take such a deep breath to come out of it#anyway they love eo so so so much. isnt that crazy
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Renjun ♡ Construct a new DREAMSCAPE
#nctinc#nct#malegroupsnet#malegroupsedit#mgroupsedit#renjun#nct dream#my edit#heyyy i guess i still know how to make gifs (kinda)..... anyway I was in the mood to make something so here enjoy or don't#i don't really care tbh...
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Age is but a Number (DPxDC)
Daniel Fenton was only thirteen months old when he took his first steps. Only fifteen months old when he said his first words. He was two years old when he uttered his first sentence.
Danny could walk back his whole timeline from the moment he opened his eyes into this world. Except, none of those moments counted. They held no true weight for Danny's life.
No, there were certain moments that mattered. That had a clear shift to his life. Not every moment, not every milestone mattered.
Danny was five years old when he first felt the sting of disappointment at his parents missing a school event. He was six years old when the lab door was closed in his face for the first time, but not the last time.
He was eight when his young mind realized who was the one raising him. The one feeding him, waking him up, getting him dressed, and dealing with his tantrums.
Danny was ten when he learned to love and hate his parents for the true first time. Seeing both the good and the bad in them, and still loving them despite it.
He was eleven when he watched his sister crack under the pressure. Stood teary-eyed in the doorframe of her bedroom as he watched her cry and sob. He was twelve when he got into his first real fight with his mother, hiding away at Tucker's place for a few nights.
Danny was fourteen years old when he stepped into his parents' portal. When he accidentally hit the on switch. When a combination of ectoplasm and electricity ruined his life.
He was only fourteen when he experienced death for himself. Felt his life force leave him, and flood him at the same time.
Danny was still only fourteen when his world changed. New powers and abilities appear out of thin air. When a crazed billionaire latched on to him. When Danny had taken the mantel of a hero without meaning to.
He was still just fourteen when his life was filled with constant fighting. Both ghostly and human. Things got more tense between Danny and his mother. School was a weight that Danny wasn't sure he could handle.
Danny was fifteen when he had an existential crisis. The weight of a looming crown he was meant to take on the moment he turned eighteen or died fully. Having witnessed timelines where his family was gone. Having recognized a pattern of repetition in a life that Danny didn't want.
He was still fifteen when he made an impulsive decision. It was stupid and rash. Something expected from an angsty teenage boy, and not from an heir to a throne and a town to protect.
There had been no big fight. No big showdown. His parents still didn't know his secret. Danny hadn't bothered telling Tucker, Sam, or Jazz about his great plan. One moment, Daniel Fenton was in Amity Park. The next moment, he was gone without a trace.
Danny is just a fifteen year old boy, perched on a hill miles away from home. He didn't know what he was doing or what he was going to do. He didn't even know what state he was in.
He had just flown through the sky, a bag of emergency supplies slung over his shoulder. Danny had no intentions of stopping. That was until he stumbled cross a state line, and felt it.
A strong sense of caring and love. A feeling that Danny could only compare to the love he felt from Jazz. There was a strangeness in the air, but also a feeling of home. It drew Danny in like a moth to a flame.
Danny was just fifteen, curled up on a damp hill. Staring up into the night sky, and wishing for things to be different.
Not completely different. He didn't want to get rid of Phantom. Didn't want his life to go back to how it had been. Danny wanted things to get better. He wanted to feel like a kid again, something he realized he hadn't felt in a long time. Despite Jazz's best efforts to shield him.
The first tear had left Danny before he even realized it. A shaking hand wiped the tear away, silently cursing at himself for being such a baby.
Except that wasn't the only tear. It was like a dam, he never knew was there, had broken. Tears streaked down Danny's cheeks faster than he could wipe them away. Choked muffled sounds quickly turned to harsh gasping sobs.
Danny was only fifteen when he finally broke. Curled up on a random hill in a random state in the middle of nowhere. A glowing young teenager whose glow only seemed to dull with each gut-wrenching sob. Yet the stars seemed to twinkle even brighter than ever on this countryside.
So lost in the whirlwind of emotions that Danny was too young to fully decipher, he never noticed the approaching vehicle. Didn't so much as flinch when it came to a stop near him.
Danny's pain radiated with each sound he made. With each tear that left his toxic eyes. There was seemingly no end to it all. Until a single voice managed to pierce through Danny's bubble.
"Oh, dear... It's just a boy. Quick, grab a blanket!"
A small, frail voice was all it took. A voice weathered with age, and a tremble to it. Danny's whole body froze, head lifting to look at the speaker.
Except his vision had been quickly covered for a brief moment as an old flannel blanket was suddenly wrapped around Danny's shoulders. It smelt of dirt, hay, and warmth.
A kind old woman quickly followed to take a seat beside the glowing teenager. A warm, loving smile on her lips as she brought a thermos to Danny. An equally old and warm man seemed to follow behind her.
Danny's sobbing had quieted as quickly as it had started. The teen was completely bewildered, stunned to silence. This old couple, the embodiment of the American dream, didn't so much as blink at the sight a glowing boy crying on their land.
She had called him a boy. She had called him a boy. Danny was just a boy to her. His hands trembled as he accepted the thermos, taking a drink from the still hot coco inside.
Danny's stunned silence must have spoken volumes. The old man had given out a chuckle, moving to stand beside his wife.
"Don't worry, bud. Our son is just as strange as you."
Danny was just fifteen years old when he stumbled onto the Kent farm. When John and Martha Kent stumbled upon a crying glowing boy. When a sweet old couple hadn't cowered in fear but instead embraced Danny. Offering kindness and comfort with no strings attached.
He was only fifteen when he found himself a new home. A new life. One where he didn't have to be anything more than a teenage trying his best. When his powers weren't needed, only appreciated. Never expected.
A life where a warm home-cooked meal and a mother's kiss seemed to greet him every morning and night. Where a father's touch seemed to linger in every tractor lesson, every game of catch, and every time Danny learned more about the farmer lifestyle.
Danny was fifteen when he found his family. When he met the equally kind son of an amazing couple. When he had someone willing to teach him how to handle his powers, but never expected him to.
But Danny was seventeen when his past came back. When a town and people he cared about, all came flooding back in. When the guilt and shame of abandoning them came flooding back in.
When his new picture, perfect life started to crumble around the edges. When he realized life never went well for a Fenton and Fenton-adjacent. The perfect safe bubble had to burst eventual.
And well, that's a story for another day.
#danny phantom#fandom things#fandom#multi fandom blog#danny fenton#phandom#fanfiction#dc x dp#dp x dc#superman#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dc superman#clark kent#martha kent#jonathan kent#the kents#kent farm#danny escapes the pressure of his life and ends up at the Kent family farm#martha didn't think twice about taking care of the strange glowing boy#neither did jonathan#Clark essential becomes a mentor and big brother figure for Danny#I thought about ending this one on a high note#but I've been in an angsty mood#the fenton's aren't terrible parents#they just get too one track minded with their work#I live for Danny and Jazz lacking childhood experiences because of it#i like projecting so what? sue me.#this was not proof read
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Sometimes i wish flirting was as easy as taking a girls face in my hands and telling her i have time for her, that i’ve got time for all her hopes and worries and rants and goals and wants and needs
#wlw#wlw mood#sapphic#sapphism#lesbian#like idk#ive just got so much time and energy to devote to loving someone#but you can’t just SAY that#youve gotta do the flirt and the date and only THEN do you get to show them#but i am BAD at the first two steps🙃#like pls just let me show i care enough to make time and spend my time on you cause thats all i want to DO if i like you#ughhhhhh#dating is so HARD i wish i could do it#im gay and i like sleeping
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After Sanji gets more comfortable with himself and starts wearing dresses and skirts and all sorts of clothes, Zoro just goes "this is free real estate". His hands are somehow Always up Sanji's skirts, sometimes he's not even doing anything, his hand is just there resting on Sanji's upper thigh or ass, other times, because he's also a pervert and a freak, Zoro just puts his hands Inside Sanji's underwear, that either leads to a fight or a good time (most times it's both, because they're both freaks and fighting is foreplay for them.), Zoro is a big fan of the mini skirts, makes his life easier, all he needs to do is bend the cook over the nearest surface and boom he's got a whole feast right there. He starts drinking less so he can buy Sanji more mini skirts and mini dresses and sometimes even lingerie when he's feeling like tempting fate a little. Sanji starts wearing more skirts and short shorts simply because seeing Zoro get so riled up over his legs is hilarious
(it's worse when they're older cause Sanji's always wearing skirts and little dresses and everyone kinda thirsts over his legs so Zoro makes it his mission to make it Very Clear that the cook is indeed very married thank you)
#zosan#w.fics#I'm in a nsfw-y mood today#I started a draft and it had exactly Zero words that would please the lord#but he's not paying my bills so I don't really care much#zoro x sanji#sanji wearing skirts and dresses is not something I want it's something I Need
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Started watching TNG
#tng#star trek the next generation#star trek tng#picard#jean-luc picard#wesley crusher#wesley#picard's instant beef with this 15 yo is so fucking funny he just wants to look around and he instantly just wants to fight#like homie he just wants to see the ship lol#but i dont care for wesley so mood#star trek#amartianonmars#martianmarsart
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Yes, YES; This one gets it.
#bg3#halsin#the bear thing is haha and all#but the scene/mood/dialogue is straight outta the pages of a racy romance novel#and for people that love this it's gratifying and touching that it's a scenario that's crafted with much care and seriousness#as opposed to being something to be ashamed of#as if emotions and intimacy don't belong in a narrative experience especially one so personal like idk A ROLEPLAYING GAME#to me THAT'S why this is a big thing for a flagship CRPG to go all in on#optional bear necessities aside#And we don't even know yet how the other companions' will be like#Gale & Astarion's will personally attack me I guess#Fed I am thoroughly fed
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