#tbd most likely

[enden-k]

you know its been a while since you had the time and energy to farm when you lose your mind over ur man just standing

[seraphsfire]

any other spoonies or people with fibro/chronic fatigue/myalgic encephalomyletis/adhd/etc start just *trying* to think of the steps to a complex mental task have an immediate brain shutdown and get sleepy/fatigued/feel drugg/ed and physically exhausted immediately after doing so bc i feel like im going crazy and googling/duckduckgo-ing yeilded only like, mayo clinic articles defining chronic fatigue so. lol

[littlespoonevan]

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[kimquatz]

there's always something so fascinating to me when art is a little incomprehensive and/or unorthodox in it's storytelling sometimes. like, i may not have fully understood the "story" being told here (if there even is one), but the feeling it conveyed to me already left a strong enough impression i don't need to necessarily "understand" it to enjoy it

[arendaes]

same ghosts in a new home

I've been trying to find some writing prompts to turn to when I want to write but don't know what, and when these prompts passed by my dash earlier I knew I found the list to pull from. I used a random number generator to pick which prompt to write. Up first we have:

same ghosts in a new home (961 words)

Fandom: Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous

Rating: T for implied sexual activity (nothing graphic)

Ship: The Commander/Daeran/Woljif

Other notes: Second Person POV

In some of the books you’d read in the past, you’d run into descriptions of the lingering effects of an argument. You’d always dismissed them as poetic hogwash. But now, as you stand in the middle of the sitting room of our new home, you could swear there was an echo, the last vestiges of heated words and raised voices falling back through time to haunt you. 

Truthfully, you're not sure what you said to set Woljif off, or why I was upset with your refusal to apologize. We knew what you were like by now, and you thought you were being nice. Though, if you're being honest with yourself, you know how your words can land more like poisoned barbs than playful jabs. This fight might not be entirely your fault, but you're not completely innocent in it either. 

With a sigh, you turn towards the liquor cabinet, situated right next to the stairway you once sat in waiting for us to join you in. You remember the soft words and the heated embraces, reminders that your melancholy was as ephemeral as it was unfounded. Even now, the memory brings a small smile to your lips. “You will never pale into insignificance.” “You're stuck with us, Your Excellency.” 

To the hells with it. Abandoning your original trajectory, you turn towards the door. Judging by the light filtering in through the window, you have a couple hours yet before the sun goes down. Perhaps you have a plan, perhaps you just want some fresh air. Either way, you’re out of the house before you even realize it. 

****

Now, as for you, Woljif, you had stormed out of the house into the backyard. It was still mostly an overgrown ruin, a choking tangle of weeds and debris that I intend to one day transform into a garden bursting with life. The only thing of note was the small part of the Sellen River that flowed through it, a sliver of pure, bubbling water that you once spent an evening frolicking in with Daeran and I. The memories are pleasant, and the guilt that pervades you at their arrival is entirely unwelcome. 

With an aggravated sigh, you pull one of your daggers out of its holster. Even now it’s a habit to make sure you’re armed. Maybe there will come a day when you don’t feel the need, and when it comes, that’s how you’ll know you’ve truly lost your edge. With a frown, you toss the knife at a nearby stump. It sticks with a loud thud, not unlike the sound the door made when you slammed it come out here. 

Your edge…that’s what this about. Just two years ago you were still running with the Family and scrabbling to get by day to day. Now, here you are, married to two of the most prestigious people in the country and the beginnings of a home to call your own. This is something you should be happy about, and you are! But there is a part of you that feels like you’re betraying everything you’d ever known, stabbing the boy you once were in the back for the first shred of kindness and love that had been shown to you. 

You pull the dagger free, all the anger in your veins dying as the blade comes loose from the wood. Daeran didn’t mean anything by it, but the quip had been phrased just right, careless in the way only someone who’d never faced such hardship could be. Now you know that the wounds of your past still stung.

Taking a deep breath, you flop onto the stump, staring out into the sunlit water. Just a few more minutes, then you’ll be ready to go back inside. Whether it’ll be to make amends or fan the flames again, you’re not sure. But judging by the loose grip you have on your dagger, you are so much more tired of holding grudges than you realized. 

****

At least, I want to believe these are the thoughts that ran through both of your heads. Earlier, when Daeran’s comment landed poorly and led to the most explosive fight I’d seen you two have since the Crusade, I’d felt perfectly useless. All of us still carry the ghosts of our past, and we’d spent so long trying to bury mine that I’d forgotten that you two still had yours to deal with. Words cannot describe how inadequate I felt as a partner in that moment.

Now, the three of us are lying on the floor of the living room, my shortcomings only still plaguing my own mind. You two had made up hours ago, and we carried on our evening in the way newlyweds are wont to do. But as you two drifted off to sleep, I found myself lying awake, haunted by my own, brand new ghost - the one borne of fear that one day I’d lose both of you. I’d been so wrapped up in the tangible ways that could happen, I didn’t realize all the other ways it could happen. 

The two of you lie on either side of me, your hands clasped below my breasts as your breathing evens out. The floor is far from comfortable, and the throw pillows from the couch aren’t much better, but just being here with you two…it doesn’t make it more comfortable, but there’s no other place I’d rather be. The crackling fire wants to lull me to sleep, and I know I should rouse you two before morning comes and the housemaid finds the three of us lying here naked. But for the moment, I am just savoring this moment, and thinking of ways we can help our ghosts to play nicely together in our new home.

[eternalergo]

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[t-errifier]

me when people reblog memes that aren't dialogue based

[blueberrysquire]

I am so excited for the proper debut of my #1 babygirl Jiro

I spent like WAY too much time choosing who I wanted in the prologue and I narrowed it down to I think Lucas, Haku and Jiro. After much deliberation I finally landed on Jiro and I have adored him the whole game. He's not my current FAVOURITE (that's Sho, the relationship build up there was beautiful, I can't NOT love a capable, cute guy who takes a bit to warm up to you), but boy howdy am I ready for the next chapter to change that.

I'm tossing up between wanting to literally put him out of his misery (Jiro lovers can relate) and laying him down on my lap, playing with his hair and reading him philosophical works. Or horror. I think he'd enjoy H.P. Lovecraft.

TL;DR: the next chapter can't come soon enough

[enden-k]

i love the slowmo/freeze during chain attack and wipe out, it always gives me gems like these

[ninkaku]

“we listen and we don’t judge” dazai edition is just recognising that people who haven’t read the light novels or the manga don’t know how empathetic he is and how capable of emotional vulnerability he is. the animation does a good job with various scenes but people who haven’t seen dazai in stormbringer, dark era and even the day i picked up dazai sides a and b have no real idea of how he is in the face of emotion. he may not experience it the same way but he doesn’t shame others for their ability to feel. something i always come back to is the conversation he has with atsushi regarding the death of the orphanage director that abused him. atsushi is upset and crying and can’t understand why, after all he was put through, he is sad that the man wanted to see him and tell him he was proud of what he became. “people often cry when their fathers die” is a reason to feel that he feels and the admission that whatever connection atsushi feels is okay to have. fathers are not always good people. fathers do not always raise you well and fathers do not always keep you safe. and for whatever people like to say regarding mori, it’s my core belief that he is the closest thing to a parental figure dazai has and its recognisable in the way atsushi feels towards the director. he gives other characters choices that he would deem impossible to make, himself. dead apple dazai, particularly the scenes encapsulating the executive race with chuuya, also show us that dazai is capable of feeling emotion though not always knowing what to do with it or why he feels it after something has happened. stormbringer, dazai gives chuuya the choice between knowing who he is and saving yokohama. dazai gives him the peace to make that choice alone, knowing the weight it must carry. dazai is capable of emotion in ways many people don’t understand and think that he simply just “doesn’t feel” the answer is truly that he feels too much and yet is completely numb in his experience of the world. anyway

[morganbritton132]

Just remembered this one time when I was working a night shift job, I got off work at 7a, went home and churned out the saddest fic I’ve ever written about Billy Hargrove accidentally causing Steve to die. I posted and then just went to bed.

Got the idea. Wrote the idea. Posted it. Took like an hour. I’ve never experienced anything like that before or since.

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

one of my favorite things to play around with, in omegaverse? changing what something "usually" means.

family = parents and biological children in a shared household?

not any more its not!

family = a group of friends who share a house together like they have for years, even after forming partnerships with others or having kids

family = a queer platonic couple, the kids they adopted (despite being able to procreate together if they wanted to), and the neighbors that are like siblings to them

family = three generations of parents, children, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends who might as well be family, who rally around each other in good times and bad

family = two lifelong best friends who went from playing together as kids, to raising families, to growing old, while becoming the cornerstones of their neighborhood

family = one big old polycule spread across multiple households, and the assortment of kids who have called them aunties and uncles from day one

family = a happily single person, their pets, and the network of friends that they feel safe going to whenever problems are bigger than one person should carry

family = a couple, their newborns, the siblings who help out, and the grandparents who are first in line to babysit

family = a single parent, their kids, and a very robust support network

family = a group of people who care about each other but aren't compatible when it comes to sharing a home, being very supportive - just from a distance - with or without other elements

and the fun thing is, you can slot any type of person into these setups!

make the two best friends look like the default "boy meets girl" rom-com pairing but with zero sexual tension.

make the people who sound like the most stereotypical suburban family, incredibly queer visually.

want your packs to be multi-generational households by default? go for it!

want to explore belonging beyond the nuclear family or the quest to create one? sure thing!

it gets even more interesting based on the social positions of the six sexes.

(in my head: primary sex = alpha, beta, omega. secondary sex = male, female. to keep from having to list them all, its "six sexes" but in some settings there can be more or less)

for example: what if there's a society that separates alphas and omegas as a general practice? it's the task of all omegas to run the towns and villages and see to their defense; alphas, on reaching presentation, are trained to watch over the land and tend to the region as a whole. if the two groups tend to mix mostly with those they share a classification with, how do their family groups appear?

or what if the society is arranged less like our human ones, and more like specific animal groups? if your packs operate more like a bee hive, how does that change their view of family, future generations, and group membership?

basically: there are lots of types of families, even irl, so making packs unique is more fun to me than going "parents and their kids" despite that being the most accurate to actual wolf pack structures

(though, since that structure isn't super typical to how we show families in media, i do kinda want to explore an established one! just not super interested in the "couple meets and raises their first baby" part because there's already a lot of focus on that as what "happily ever after" looks like. i want to get into how the following generation finds meaning and sets goals without doing as their parents did)

[kimquatz]

I've been really getting into the indie game scene over the past handful of years, and i think the coolest thing abt indie games is that you realize everything is so much more "within your reach" than you would have originally thought.

I feel like when ppl imagine making a game, you compare yourselves to triple A studios, and it feels like such an impossible standard to reach and that THIS is the bar you have to be at in order to Make Things. But when you realize it CAN also literally just be a small, scrappy thing between you and your buddies (or even making it solo) and whichever niche audience is willing to enjoy it--anyone can make anything! Even if it's just a "sketch" of a game, you still *made* something.

[mushroompollution]

wait earlier I was talking about how much I hate aging in this manga and like

these are all 14 year olds

[jewelstole]

bro, the dash has been feeling so dead these past few days. is it just me ??? are we alive ??? HELLO ????