#thank you so much for enabling me

[umemiyan]

robin your ‘old soul’ (affectionate) posts are giving me life. i don’t know umemiya (insert the Kiki Palmer ‘I don’t know that man’ meme) but imagine tending to his wounds with the some classic rock playing on a vinyl in a little cabin somewhere, humid air coming in from the open windows and front door. a glass of sweet tea in his hand and a wet towel around his neck, content as you wipe blood off his temple and murmur playful banter underneath the humming of a box fan and the chirp of cicadas

anyway happy wednesday! 🤘🏼

head in my hands......... sav how could you do this to me.........

this is so perfect. like the ideal scenario. i'm fucking face down in the floor rn.

i'm imagining we were out in town strolling around and he ended up trying to defend someone who was being mistreated in some way because he just couldn't stand for it. he was probably outnumbered and came out with some scrapes and bruises, but ultimately took care of the situation. we have to head back so we can rest and i can clean him up.

i don't always have the gentlest touch, but i'm pretty decent with some first aid stuff. i would do my best to get him disinfected and patched up without hurting him too much! meanwhile he's just enjoying the closeness and the way my hair is pushed around a bit by the fan and how i sing along to some of the songs while teasing him for being so righteous. at some point he just wraps his arms around my waist and presses his head to my chest with a smile.

[saucy-mesothelioma]

If you'd like, u can talk about any other songs you like too, since the 5 song limit seems to have wounded you

:3

*cracks knuckles* Alright bitches (affectionate) let's fuckin go. To keep things simple I'll try to stick with artists, but I do have a few stand alone songs that I think deserve attention. This is gonna be a long one, so apologies in advance.

The Spy and the Liar/ Cog in the Machine from I Expect You To Die 2 and 3 respectively. The game series itself is highly underrated and I couldn't suggest watching a playthrough more, but these two songs perfectly encompass the vibe of the game. I even included a link to the opening credits for both games because hearing the song is one thing, but seeing it with the video is a goddamn experience. Puddles Pity Party is responsible for the vocals in The Spy and the Liar and Haley Reinhart for Cog in the Machine, and their voices are fucking incredible. I could not possibly do any explanation on how good they are proper justice.

Ronnie James Dio. Probably my favorite voice in metal music. He was the lead vocalist of Black Sabbath for a bit after Ozzy Osbourne left as well as a vocalist in the band Rainbow for a while, and although his performances in both bands are stellar I think he really comes into his own in Dio. Some songs of his I would recommend are Holy Diver (my favorite of his), Caught in the Middle, Rainbow in the Dark, and The Last in Line. I feel like the best way to describe his music is "epic ballad", and that's very much reflected in the music video for Holy Diver.

Motörhead. This band was a prominent influence for Metallica, and at it's head is Lemmy Kilmister, the lead singer and bassist. His gravelly voice is incredibly distinct and is absolutely fantastic, and he was also close friends with Ozzy Osbourne. My favorite song of Motörhead's is by far Hellraiser, but some other highlights of theirs are Ace of Spades, Motörhead , and Heroes (a cover of David Bowie's Heroes which is just as good as the original).

Living Colour. If Motörhead is The Father and Dio is The Son, then Living Colour is the Holy Spirit of metal to me. As I said in a different ask, everybody seems to forget about Living Colour or dismiss them because they tend to lean into the funk metal genre, but I think that’s one of the many things that makes them such a strong metal band. Their lyrics have touched on so many social and racial issues that I’m in no way qualified to talk about, but for a genre that at the time was dominated by white men (with a few important exceptions such as Jimi Hendrix, Lita Ford, Ann and Nancy Wilson, etc) it wasn’t something you heard very often. Their music is phenomenal and definitely deserves more attention. Some songs of theirs that I would recommend are Cult of Personality (my favorite of theirs), Open Letter to a Landlord, Song Without Sin, and Sacred Ground.

Jim Nabors. This man was a huge part of my childhood and was actually born close to where I lived most of my life. As a queer Southerner himself, he means a lot to me personally. He is well known for his role as Gomer Pyle on The Andy Griffith Show and Gomer Pyle USMC, as well as for his incredible baritone singing voice. And holy fuck that singing voice. My two favorite songs sung by him are The Impossible Dream and Blowin' in the Wind, the latter unfortunately only on the show Goner Pyle USMC. I actually own one of his records from the 60s and it's one of my most prized possessions.

Tom Lehrer. Lehrer is one of the greatest satirical songwriters ever. This man walked so Weird Al could run, and he was actually a math teacher at MIT and Harvard of all fuckin things. It's hard to just choose two or three songs of his to recommend, but some of my favorites are We Will All Go Together When We Go, So Long Mom (A Song For WWIII), The Vatican Rag, and Wernher von Braun. Two of his most popular songs however are The Masochism Tango and The Elements. I also own one of his records from the 60s, and it's another prized possession of mine.

The Aquabats!. Probably my favorite ska punk band ever. They've got everything: funky outfits, a tv show, Jimmy the Robot. I used to watch the show when I was younger, and I've been a fan of theirs ever since. Their music is just plain fun, and let's be honest "I ride an otter like a motorcycle" is probably one of the greatest lyrics ever known to mankind. Some of my favorite songs of their are Super Rad! (my beloved), The Shark Fighter!, Cat with 2 Heads!, and Fashion Zombies!. I'm also just now realizing how many of their songs have an exclamation point in them

Now I was originally going to add some country and bluegrass artists to this list, but I think I'm going to make that into a separate post because I can't talk about bluegrass without talking about my personal journey with both the genre and my Southern culture. Again, my apologies for the long post, but I had fun with it and hopefully maybe gave some interest to some underrated songs and artists.

[funny-friends]

i love to post my silly little drawings on the world wide web

[gingermaple]

i am once again drawing grian in cute outfits - specifically these shoes as suggested by @definitelynotshouting

[little-pup-pip]

Ghost!!

[midnight-mourning]

Only Place Worth Being

Little something for one of my Secret Valentine's! Hope you enjoy Ben, one of my fav love songs is a bit angsty, but I promise is all works out in the end <3

Song rec: Cold Cold Man - Saints Motel

Word Count: 2302

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You sigh, feeling defeated as you set the vase back down on the desk. All day, you'd waited for any kind of acknowledgement. A thank you, a nod, even just a passing glance. 

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Another gift, another failed attempt. 

And on Valentine's, at that. 

You take one of the flowers out, twisting it between your fingers. 

Maybe flowers weren't their thing? Though, that implied that neither were cards, stuffed animals, art supplies, and—okay yeah maybe this was a pattern. 

Maybe gift-giving wasn't their love language? They always accepted gifts from the children without hesitation, fawning over them and the likes. Proudly announcing their joy at receiving something so lovely, and displaying it for all to see somewhere in the Daycare. Could it really just be all an act? 

You try to reason with yourself more and more as you set the flower back. You felt bad that they'd go to waste, and almost considered taking them home with you, but that just felt… pathetic. And rude. 

You need to face the facts; they just didn't love you like you did them. 

They didn't love you at all, for that matter.

You've tried everything to tell them when it came to your side. Hinted at it, joked about it, did everything except outright say the words. And the only reason you hadn't done that was because you felt almost certain of the rejection that would occur. 

So, you tried for the most part to keep your feelings to yourself, only letting slip ups like this happen once in a blue moon. A moment of weakness, a moment of 'what if'. Though you've yet to have that happen. 

You know they tolerated you, you think you were friends at the very least. 

They would tease you, make you laugh, and so on. You worked well together, be that keeping the kids corralled for arts and crafts, or for naptime. You'd spent many a night working late cleaning up, chatting, flirting. Or at least, you'd thought so.

"Sunshine, could you help me clean this table please?" Sun would ask, more than capable of doing it on his own. 

But you'd oblige with a smile and a nod, heart racing every time your hands brushed against each other. Seemingly too many times to just be 'incidental'. 

"Starlight, sit and read this with me, I want to make sure it's something the children will enjoy." Moon insisted, pulling you into his lap where you'd stay until he deemed otherwise. 

But during the day it was almost the complete opposite. They were professional, to the point. Conversational, but brief. Their laughter at your jokes not quite as full, more nervous, or hollow. 

It almost made you feel like you were going crazy, getting the most mixed signals of your life. Maybe that's why you hadn't given up until this point. You always somehow managed to get drawn back in. 

A bout of excited yelling from further in the Daycare interrupts your melancholic thought process. You see Sun is busy with several of the remaining kids, acting out some sort of scene with them as a distractor while they wait to be picked up. 

You lean back against the security desk, sad smile on your lips as you observe. They'd make someone very happy one day, you think. It just wasn't going to be you. 

You needed to finally accept that. 

Sometime a bit later, as you're packing up your bag, your phone rings. Taking a glance you see it's your manager. You answer, not thinking as you're digging in your bag for your keys. 

"Hey." She says. 

"Hey." You reply. 

She sighs, you can hear the tap of a pen. "I got your file pulled up here. Talked to the manager over in rockstar row and they said they're happy to have an extra set of hands if I've got 'em. I just wanted to double check with you before I make any changes."

You cringe at her words, as if you hadn't been expecting them, or this call. You wanted this. You asked for it. You couldn't seriously be upset that you'd gotten exactly what you had asked for. Deal with it now or suffer the consequences later.

It had been the only way, you'd argued. Your little crush was affecting your day to day, and theirs. It wasn't fair to keep pushing when they weren't going to give. And if you stayed here you'd just feel like a burden, and that's the last thing you wanted. You decided that you'd still do your best to remain friends, maybe hang around and offer guidance and the likes to whoever took your place.

"I, yeah, give me a second,"—you still can't find your keys, now confused and frustrated—"I can't seem to find my—"

A jingling sound from behind you stops you in your tracks. And just as you turn around to find yourself face to chest with a yellow torso do you hear the 'call ended' noise go through your phone. 

Only then do you realize you'd been on speaker. 

Your eyes slowly move up, meeting Sun's gaze after a moment. 

His smile is as static as always but his eyes are narrow slits that sear into you. You shift your focus slightly to the left to see your keys spinning around his finger. He clears his nonexistent throat and your focus goes back to him. 

No point in beating around the bush. "Um, I was… going to tell you guys. Once it was for sure going to happen. Didn't think you'd take my keys as punishment." The joke is a bust and you know it, especially given his entirely unwavering gaze. 

"Oh, Sunbeam. We took your keys much earlier today, for a different reason entirely." He suddenly bends to your level, rays ticking to the side. "But now, I think I'll be keeping them. Because an explanation is in order."

You think you'd find him intimidating in that moment, but building off your earlier feelings—and all the others you've kept in for so long—all you find is anger and frustration pouring forth. 

"I'm the one who owes an explanation? What about you? What about the both of you and this… game you've been playing with me?" You stand straight, poking a finger into his chest as he jumps back from the touch. It only fuels your fire. "I just, I can't get you. Can't wrap my head around how you can just go from being all over me to flinching at my touch. I think you like me, think you care, and then snap! It's like we're back to square one again. Do you know how much that hurts? Besides the fact that I love you, even if it was just as a friend, being this hot and cold with someone is just cruel, you know. So I was just trying to save all three of us the trouble and finally take myself out of the picture. Because lord knows you two have probably been dying for that to happen."

You take a gasping breath, hand coming up to your hair as you breath heavy, tears pricking your eyes. You dare to spare a glance over to the Attendant. If he didn't hate you before, well, he probably does now. And you're sure it'll be the same with Moon. 

You cough into the silence, cheeks starting to burn. "Now. Can I have my keys back, please?"

Sun doesn't answer you, and you suddenly hear a loud thump. You jump, whipping to look at him and find that he's dropped to his knees. 

He looks nowhere in particular as he speaks, voice barely a whisper. "No, surely... is that, what have I—" He grips his rays tight, they squeak under the force. His words become unintelligible to you, and it's then you realize he's switched to binary. It's garbled, grating, and it worries you. 

You rush over, reaching out to touch his shoulder, but hesitate. "Sun, is everything okay?"

No response, the binary grows in volume, worse, harsher. 

You finally have no choice and have to put your hands on his shoulders. "Sun! Talk to me, Pretty bot."

He snaps to attention, eyes meeting yours as you rub soothing circles into his shoulders. Slowly, his hands release his rays, dropping to his sides. He leans into your touch, head drooping and dropping onto your shoulder. You ignore anything this action stirs in you, especially when he lets out a quiet sigh. 

"Pretty bot?" He asks after a moment.

You can't help the laugh that slips out. "You act like I've never called you that before."

"I took it for granted, then." His hands travel up to rest on your own shoulders, squeezing. "If I'd realized how high the chances were of never hearing it again, I would have treasured it more than I do."

You freeze at this, and he notices, pulling back to look at you, rays spinning a couple times. 

"I'm so, so sorry love, give me, us, a chance to explain, would you?" His hand cups your cheek. "We don't deserve it, but it would mean everything if you did."

You swallow, nodding slowly. "Okay."

Sun rises to his feet again, and extends a hand to you. You pause for a moment, then take it. He suddenly pulls you into a spin, and the Daycare music stops, switching to something else, modern, pop. A piano riff begins to play and Sun guides you into dancing along. 

Sun chuckles softly. "The concept of love, and feelings, it's... exceedingly difficult for us to express properly in words of our own. But, we both think this song puts it near perfectly."

The singer starts then, and you recognize the tune. It's an old favorite of yours, and you know the lyrics well. 

'Oh, my love. I know, I am a cold, cold man. Quite slow to pay you compliments, or public displayed affections...'

You snicker to yourself. That one hit you right in the chest, you won't deny. But the direct acknowledgement right off the bat was a start. 

At the chorus, Sun's hands grip yours tightly. You realize then that he's trembling slightly. 

'You're the only one worth seeing, the only place worth being, the only bed worth sleeping is the one right next to you...'

"Sun—" You start, concerned.

He shakes his head. "We're okay. Please, keep listening."

You frown, but nod. 

The two of you continue to sway and spin, and you listen, really listen. It may be an old favorite, but they've given you an entirely different context to hear it in now. Feel it in now. Appreciate it, now. 

If it's truly a representation of how they feel, for you, then it's finally happened. They've broken you. You keep your feelings inside, waiting until the song is over to say anything. 

As the music fades out, Sun stops your movements, but keeps your hands held in his. 

He speaks before you can. "This is all, so new, to us. And we simply find it terrifying. We don't know how to act, what to do. It's all…  so much. But we were so focused on our own feelings towards you that we neglected you." He looks up to you then, even with that unmoving face of his he's still able to convey a look of genuine distraught and remorse. "We're so, so sorry, love."

"I—"

In that moment, the lights cut, the Daycare—and the Attendant momentarily—powering down.  

Still holding your hands, Moon appears, faceplate spinning once or twice as he meets your gaze. 

Again, you don't get your chance to speak first. "You can hate us if you must. If that does anything to ease the pain we've caused." The naptime attendant rasps out. "To be truthful, I almost wish you would. It's been more than earned." He lets you go then, stepping back. 

"Was it true?" You ask. "About the song being an accurate representation of… how you feel?" You glance down, biting your lip. 

"Stars, Moonbeam. It wasn't even the half of it. It's so much more than that. But yes, to a point, yes."

You shake your head, stepping forward. After a moment, you hold out your arms wide. Moon gets the idea, enveloping you in a hug soon thereafter. 

"I was hurting, a lot." You say against his shoulder.

"I know."

"I was so close to leaving."

Moon makes a rumbling noise, holding you tighter. "We know."

"If this is gonna work, we have to talk more. Okay?"

"As much as you want. Whenever you want. Anything, anything that you'll let us have." You find that he, too, is trembling now. 

You chuckle, petting his hat in an attempt to soothe him. "If that's the case, I guess I can let go of some of the anguish the two of you have put me through."

"We'll do whatever it takes to take that away. To make up for it. Promise. Promise. Promise." It occurs to you then that he's lifting and pressing his faceplate, specifically his smile, into your shoulder. Kissing, he's kissing you.

Oh.

You gently push him back, cupping his faceplate. "Hey, why settle for the alternatives when you can have the real deal?" 

Moon stares at you a moment, so still you'd think he powered down. Then, you're being peppered with kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and your lips, especially your lips. 

You laugh, trying half-heartedly to push him away. "Quit it! I'm serious! So greedy."

"Yes." Moon hisses in between kisses. "Absolutely. Always."

You finally give in and succumb to the love being bestowed upon you then. You think you liked the sound of that. 

Always.

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Gahhh this was a lot of fun, a bit angsty but I think it got cute and sweet by the end, I was really channeling the song and like the vibes, Happy Valentine's Bensus!!!

Adding the tag list since it's writing stuff

@scarletcowboy @beemyhuneybee @fishm0ther @deviouscrackers @elsajoyagent8 @luckyyyduckyyy @zenkaiankoku @jogimote @local-shrub @milosmantis @robinette-green @everlightreader @sinister-sincerely @starredeclipse @dangerva @juukai @crystalmagpie447 @mothgutz236 @lizyxml @divinit3a @amarynthian-chronicles @crystalfay @that-one-unknown-artist @rosescarletful @buzzybee3

[rozecrest]

when the languor fell away we ran out into sunlight, it beamed on the targets on our brown backs

5,000 years ago, give or take a century, Lonny and T fell asleep. Now they are awake, too late, on Palisade. The fleet they came to kill was gone. Their home was gone. They still hadn’t graduated college. The world they'd inherited was in peril. What was left to do? They joined the Cause.

And, one day, in the way of lost boys, they began to tinker.

happy secret samol @lizzybeanbutt! 🌊 🌻

[pine-needle-shuffle]

:0! I’d love to hear your Wedge thoughts!

I want to preface that a lot of my observations and feelings stem from my personal experiences, which is why I had said I felt very empathetic. Also, discussions of fatphobia, be warned is all. This turned out a bit more negative, at least in the beginning, than I had originally intended. There's just a lot of experiences and feelings that feed into how I understand him, and that means talking about some less than fun topics first.

There's something about how he presents himself and how he is treated(in several regards) that is very familiar to me. Deep down, he's a very nervous person, he shows this in varying degrees to different people. Oddly enough, he hides it from the people he's closest to. but in a way, that makes sense. if you're used to being in the out group, whatever that may be, you will put up with a lot in order to have a group at all.

His friends very clearly care about him, but there's little things here and there that clearly hurt, things that get brushed to the side. Jokes that, on the surface, are meant to come off as "endearing" or "supportive", but carry a quiet message. One that's hard to pick up on unless you're on the receiving end.

While I truly believe that Jessie and Biggs mean the best, a good portion of what we see when they interact with him is. Not nice. There's a jab about his love life, or lack there of (what's implied to be the reason for that?). There's the way him getting injured was shrugged off (or even the fact that they'd hit him, 'as a joke'. That shit still hurts even if you've got 'padding'). And, in a couple of instances, it feels like they hold him back, like he's going to embarrass himself.

And this all feeds into that feeling of inadequacy that he describes after the parachute fall. He plays into the role of "the funny one", cause why else are they keeping him around? Because clearly he isn't anyone to be taken seriously. This is the one thing about the writing that I can stomach, that there's a clear effect on him from how he's treated. As much as I'd rather he not get treated like this at all. Par for the course, unfortunately.

But he legitimately has so much merit. He's the teams exit strategist, he's an impeccable shot, he's willing to put himself in danger for others even when he isn't the most qualified to do so (Cloud's the fighter for hire, and he took a shot for the guy anyway). It's clear he has a deep love for his community in the slums, and is just an incredibly kind person.

Despite his own reservations and anxieties, he does what he thinks is right, just, with the understanding that it could very well get him killed. He calls himself a coward, he always puts others first to the point he's worried he's a burden, but he truly does so much. And he's very emotionally intelligent, being the only person to see that Cloud actually cared about what he was doing in the beginning. He's just severely underappreciated, and it messes with how he views himself.

I think he deserves the world, honestly.

[hide-your-bugs-away]

The Animal-squad and I are seeing Peter Noone from Herman's Hermits tonight!! 😎🐾✨️

[delulluart]

Terzo for the Suspenders Series

[nauticrowe]

"Thank you for giving me a chance..."

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

it's finally happened :'') the most (complete) fics i've ever written for one fandom!

[heesulovebot]

IMPRISON ME IN YOUR NAME; LET LOVE KILL ME  

the eighth sense (2023), dir. baek inu & werner du plessis // small favors, erin a. craig // the affliction, marie howe // the amulet of samarkand, jonathan stroud // gif credit: @aejeonghae

[ponyrepress]

the MW fandom so bad on Twitter that fuckin. jimcurly shippers say their ship is ok cause “they deserve each other” but then think youre a terrible person for suggesting that anya and curly like. cared about each other deeply and fucked up. i hope this fandom dies soon dear lord.

Jesus Christtttt I hope the yaoiheads die forever. Like. What the hell is it with people wanting to ignore everything there is to be said about Curly and Anya's complicated ass relationship in favor of painting Curly as a cartoonishly bad person and Anya as someone who didn't volunteer to take care of him in fucking terrible condition Despite Everything. There's so fucking much to say about Anya and Curly as people who were hurt by the same person and watched the other be hurt by the same person and ended up stuck together at rock fucking bottom in that nurse's room but nobody wants to talk about that because there's "good" abuse victims and "bad" abuse victims and they can't have any attachment to each other even if they do in text despite ultimately failing the other because uhhhh no they didn't. I fucking guess.

[youredyingthatsallthereis]

Love the new profile pic! Dj Roach is the best!

AHHHH thank you i <3333333333 hes from my favorite AU that mostly just lives in my mind :3 in it he's a dj that primarily produces hard techno (i can elaborate on what this specifically means if anyone wants to know, its the about the type of kick!) and can pack a stage at defqon.1 🥰 he's also got a boyfriend (an OC of mine 👀) who he met bc he (the OC) is a photographer that roach's manager hired when roach played a set in jersey once <3

and it was drawn by the lovely and incredibly talented soup!!!

[s2pdoktopus]

There's a whole ass AU behind the stupid drawing based on a stupid conversation with @tamanone. Something about Tatsuma and Takasugi forming a boy band and a meta humor about their voice actors having been in a band together. And them guesting in an Otsuu concert. There are a lot of stupid thoughts involved. And then tamanone described a stupid cute scene (Tatsuma serenading Takasugi in the backstage with Otsuu's Omae to p-chan nondakure) that I can't do any justice. I tried tho.