#that's maybe the worst bit

[machinerot]

i smack them together like dolls to make them kiss

[sunlight-shunlight]

anyway dai solas you will always be famous to me. nothing but respect for my boy who wandered off mid-cutscene in the hinterlands to go help out refugees, is extremely good at Lies Of Omission™️, has a whole spy/agent/informant network of elves who followed him, fervently argues that it's unethical to be happy about killing bandits bc they had lives and loved ones, describes his own temple(?) prison(?) as having "indecipherable" elven writing, has ferocious debates with dorian and iron bull about slavery, set himself on fire once by mistake, and within about a year of his 10000 year lifespan, went from seeing all the world as disposable emotionless husks, to developing actual friendships and even falling in love.

and then! still thought it was necessary to destroy and reset the world! but he would treasure the chance to be wrong again!!

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[kingofattolia]

Usually finding out you have something in common with a new acquaintance is a positive thing, but sometimes it's extremely dangerous. If I meet someone who's also into writing, that's like an even 50/50 on whether we should be best friends OR whether every time they open their mouth I will be manfully restraining myself from fistfighting them on the sidewalk outside this bougie downtown brunch spot.

[hannahbarberra162]

Long Forgotten Fairytale Ch. 3 (soft Yan Shamrock x Reader)

On Ao3

The previous chapters

Note: Some gore mentioned though not described in great detail.

Also Reader would have been branded much earlier but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Also I’m going to age them to 18 in the next one, last chapter as kids I promise.

Thank you to @sordidmusings and @gouraminnow for beta'ing and giving me their comments, suggestions, and CC!

“Ah! I finally found it!” Shamrock yelled out with true excitement, jumping off the top of the library’s ladder to the tiled floor below. You were sitting on a stool, patiently awaiting his return as you watched the tiles crack under his feet as he landed. Padding over to you in his soft leather house shoes, Shamrock revealed to you the cover of the tome in his hands. You gave him a vacant smile as you looked at the book, still seated on the floor cushion.

“It is a written version of the same story you tell me at night. I believed we had a copy and I was finally able to locate it,” he stated proudly, opening the book to show some of the pictures within. Your smile faded slightly but you continued waiting for his extrapolation. Shamrock titled his head as he watched you nibble your lower lip.

“Why does the book upset you?” Shamrock asked, as you brought yourself back to a neutral facial expression.

“It does not upset-”

“Enough.” Shamrock waited a few moments in silence, allowing his presence to discomfort you. After about a minute you bit your lips again and wrung your hands. By the second, you began speaking.

“If Young Master reads the book, my services in storytelling will no longer be required,” you said in a near whisper. Shamrock softened his face as you took in a shaky breath in response to his regained composure. As he gave you an indulgent look, you relaxed slightly into the cushion. 

“Are you saying you enjoy the time spent with me at night?” Shamrock teased in a dry tone. Your face flushed deep with color as you studied the tile beneath his feet. “Read me the book and we’ll see how they compare. There’s no book that can win against your stories,” he said while sitting on the couch nearest you. He wasn’t sure why his attitude was so personal that day but he chalked it up to his excitement. After handing you the book, he laid down on the couch, his boots dirtying the fine purple silk with the mud still caked on them from the morning’s practice. You sat quietly, not speaking or reading.

“Well? Begin,” Shamrock snapped as he closed his eyes, idly jiggling a foot in the air. What was taking you so long?

“I cannot, Young Master,” you said in a hushed tone. Shamrock frowned and opened his eyes. ‘Cannot’ was not something you’d ever said to him before and not something he wanted to hear now. Further annoyed, Shamrock sat upright and swung his feet over the side of the couch. He glanced down to see you staring at the cover of the book, tracing your finger over the letters of the title. Ah. Right. 

Shamrock wanted you to recite the book to him but slaves weren’t allowed to learn how to read. He quickly thought through solutions to the problem - you were intelligent, much better than he was at mathematics if he was being honest, and you picked up skills easily. And really, why shouldn’t he do what he wanted and teach you to read? He was a Celestial Dragon - he made the rules and society followed. If you were literate, it would be much more convenient for him, which is really all he cared about.  There had been quite a few occasions when he’d wanted you to fetch him books or labeled jars and you hadn’t been able to discern which ones he meant immediately. If there was something Shamrock hated, it was being inconvenienced.

Really, it would make much more sense for you to be able to read. It would be preposterous for regular slaves to be able to read but you were in a completely different situation. You were his personal slave, his property that he could do with as he wanted. And he wanted you to read to him, so you would. He didn’t know how to teach someone to read but you’d pick it up quickly, he was sure. Perhaps you’d finally learn something from him, instead of the other way around like in mathematics lessons.

Matter settled in his mind, Shamrock lay back down on the couch and snapped his fingers so you moved closer to him. He took the book from your offering hands, cracked it open and put his finger on the first word. Clearing his throat, he began to read aloud.

“Once upon a time, in a far off land” he began, articulating each word carefully. He kept his finger on the word that he was reading, but you were studiously looking at your lap. “You’re not listening. Pay attention. You know how I feel about repeating myself,” he chided, tugging on your hair gently. You turned to watch as he started again at the beginning, his finger tracking the word he was reading. He read for half an hour before he grew weary of the book and stopped for the day. “We will pick back up tomorrow after my practice. Did you notice how they omitted all the fine details you include about the Beast’s castle? Your version is clearly superior,” Shamrock stated with a sniff, slamming the book shut between his hands.

By the end of the second week you were slowly reading to him at bedtime, your finger now trailing across the words on each page. It was a long ordeal but it didn’t bother Shamrock as much as he thought it would. He laid in his bed patiently, gently corrected you on more challenging words after allowing you several stuttering attempts in your lilting voice. 

Shamrock started keeping several books in his chambers, eventually necessitating a bookshelf. He didn’t know and didn’t care what happened to the books in his absence, though he did periodically have new books brought in once they stopped moving around on the shelves. 

Shamrock didn’t worry about anyone finding out you could read. He’d been taking haki lessons from a fishman slave who had been bought for the sole purpose of Shamrock’s education. He’d practiced his observation haki by trying to locate you throughout the castle, finding you an excellent means of focusing on the endeavor. He had learned of a third type of haki, Conqueror’s, and based on his lineage factor he was sure he would be able to unlock it soon. But as long as he had observation haki, he’d know if anyone tried to approach you without his knowledge. Even Father.

~

Shamrock’s 15th birthday was on the horizon but he wasn’t all that excited for the day to arrive. As a child, thought of his upcoming birthday would fill him with glee as he anticipated all the presents he’d be getting and the various celebrations about the household. But this year he didn’t care to think about any of that foolishness - none of it sparked joy within him. Of course, he still wanted the fancy gifts promised to him- a new sword that had eaten a devil fruit, new longer boots, new slaves, all things that should make a 15 year old excited. And he did want those things, especially the sword. But instead of looking forward to the merriment, Shamrock found himself thinking about your looming branding.

Slaves didn’t have birthdays, but they did receive their branding as they came of age. In your case, you’d started to turn into a woman - and a pretty one at that. No one dared attempt anything in his presence, but Shamrock saw the way heads turned as you passed by, the way the male servants would shove each other in the ribs behind your back. It was grotesque and unsightly but Shamrock understood that human nature meant others would find you attractive, even though you were a slave.

You needed to be branded as all slaves were; it would likely happen around his own birthday. He couldn’t trust someone else with the task of marring your skin - he’d seen some of the ghastly burns on slaves who’d had careless servants brand them. Some were lopsided or uneven, and some slaves were branded twice if the first time was particularly illegible. And really, if you were caused injury or harm, he’d have to wait longer for your recovery and that would ruin the tournament he was participating in within the next few weeks. Really, it wouldn’t be best if the brutes in charge of branding did yours, he decided.

It soured Shamrock’s stomach to think of your soft, even skin being ruined by such an ugly marking. He didn’t mind the hoof on the other slaves but on your body it needed to be done with consideration to the flow of your form. Shamrock couldn’t imagine looking at a lopsided brand on your body for the rest of his life. And really, why should he? As his property, it was his right to ensure that your brand turned out as best it could. There was no way around it, even you as his personal slave needed to be branded, but he could ensure it wasn’t completely ghastly. No, Shamrock needed this done correctly and most importantly, once . Which meant that he needed to do it himself. 

After a few days of research and gathering supplies, Shamrock was prepared for the endeavor. One night, he sat in front of the fire with his hands steepled as he awaited your return with his night tea. Despite the fact that you entered his chambers silently, Shamrock was aware of your presence as he was always attuned to you. You approached him calmly, the tray in your hands carrying his favorite tea and nighttime snacks as well as a few others. He’d asked for more than normal, your arms straining under the weight of the plates of food, drinks, and the bucket of ice he’d asked for. You’d be needing food in the coming hours and Shamrock didn’t want to have to send for it afterwards.

“Set it over there, I do not wish for it yet,” he said, continuing to stare into the fire. You walked along obediently, setting the tray down by his bedside. Returning to his side, you sat on the cushion at his feet, readying yourself for his next command. 

“Some things in life are necessary, even for one such as myself,” Shamrock began, unsure how to broach the topic. He didn’t need to explain anything to you, you were merely a slave, but he thought the process might go more smoothly if you weren’t panicked. You weren’t prone to outward displays of emotions, it was something that had been tamed out of you long ago, but he still wished for you to know what would be coming. 

“It is time for your branding,” Shamrock stated, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward on his elbows. He kept his gaze trained on the fire in front of him as he heard no sounds from you. The eyes roved over the brand currently in the fire, the red hot metal glowing like the embers it was set in. 

“Take off your dress and lay on the rug,” he stated with no hint of emotion in his tone. Your face was ashen as your shaking fingers grasped the hem of your dress. Still, you took off your dress overhead and laid on the floor noiselessly as he’d ordered you to do. Shamrock belatedly realized he’d never seen your figure in so few clothes, but perusing your body was not on his mind at the moment. You shook in your simple undergarments as you lay on your stomach in front of the fire. 

“I will make this as efficient as possible,” he continued, gathering the supplies he’d ordered brought to his chambers. Shamrock had taken the care to have another slave bring him the items - he didn’t want to frighten you or have you dwelling on the procedure before the time for the branding arose.  

Shamrock grabbed the rubbing alcohol along with a clean cloth and debated how to proceed. He’d never touched your skin directly before, he’d always worn gloves in the few times that he’d needed to touch you. But the guide he’d read said that he needed to use clean hands on clean skin otherwise the risk of infection grew exponentially. You wouldn’t be able to reach the area that he wanted to brand with your own hands; Shamrock was going to have to disinfect your skin. 

Pouring some of the alcohol onto the cloth, Shamrock moved your brassiere strap out of the way and rubbed the cool liquid on your shoulder blade. He thought that it would be the least obtrusive place for your brand, something he wouldn’t have to see daily. You jumped at the touch of the cloth, perhaps mistaking it for the brand. Your skin prickled under his ministrations, much like his own did in the cold. It was soft under his fingertips, softer than his own. A sudden urge had Shamrock placing his hand on the lowest part of your back near your spine to calm your tremors. He idly wondered if you always felt like this, cold and prickly, or perhaps it was just the effect of the upcoming procedure.

Returning his thoughts to the matter at hand, Shamrock stood and walked over to the fireplace, clutching the handle of the poker within his steady hand. Shamrock’s heart was beating furiously as he removed the brand from the fire. He’d had a new brand made just for you - it was smaller than the one normally used so instead of the bulky thick lines used on the rest of the slaves, you’d have one with the thinnest possible outline. He’d ensured the circle was not filled in so that in the middle of the hoof there was room for a four leafed clover. It would be clear to everyone just who you belonged to - who you served body and soul. 

After removing the brand from the fire, Shamrock turned to face your nearly nude body. Your lips were pressed together and your eyes squeezed shut, your hands balled into the carpet by your head. You reminded him of a frightened rabbit Shamrock had recently caught during one of his hunts. His dogs had chased it down and were going to rend it to pieces before Shamrock stopped them with a whistled command. To destroy such a pitiful thing didn’t bring any emotions of joy or satisfaction, and you were no exception.

Shamrock turned the brand so it was oriented the correct direction, looming over you to begin the process. And yet, he hesitated . Shamrock set the brand back in the fire as you anticipated the pain, sweat glistening on your forehead. He..he…he couldn’t bear to harm you, not like this. He wanted you asleep, kept safe from the feeling of your own flesh burning under his hand. Shamrock wanted to stop this process, but the only protection he could offer is if you weren’t able to feel it at all. 

It had to be done, it had to be done, it had to be done, it had to be done , he repeated in his mind, trying to use the mantra to crowd out the panic seeping through the cracks. It felt like he could feel your heartbeat, the heartbeat of the fire, of the stones, the walls, the brand, his own, all merging into one.

He stared down at you, feeling something swelling inside himself as you squeaked in discomfort and moved your limbs sluggishly. It had to be done, it had to be done, it had to be done, it had to be done…your face contorted in pain, you crying out for him, your skin cracking peeling blistering bleeding, it had to be done, it had to be done…

A blast of red haki emanated from him - the bright red charge striking you in the chest. You immediately went limp on the carpet, though Shamrock could see your chest rising and falling. Picking up the brand, he quickly stamped it onto your left shoulder blade and marked you, the smell of your burning flesh seared into his mind. You were his.

Forever.

Shamrock hadn’t been asking you to do much for him in the past few days, instead ordering other slaves and servants to bring him what he needed as you recovered. He’d seen other slaves sent back to work immediately after their branding, their skin still boiling and blistering, but he didn’t want that for you. If the brand became infected it would take even longer for you to heal and he’d continue to suffer under the incompetence of other servants. It was barely tolerable to have to check on you throughout the day in your room as you napped or read books on your bed. 

As you were not around to bring his meals, they were left in his chambers. Shamrock would eat his fill and leave the rest on the plates once done, servants ordered not to come in for an hour after his meals. By the time they came in, the food was completely gone. If anyone noticed he was ordering double the amount of food he normally did, they didn’t say anything. 

Overall, you were healing quickly, Shamrock thought. He changed your bandage and applied salve to your back as well, but that was only because you couldn’t reach the spot yourself. He took care to carefully remove the gauze covering the oozing wound and inspect it daily, as the book recommended. Though he didn’t like that the wound was on your body, he’d done a fine job, he thought. 

Shamrock was lost in his thoughts about the red haki from the night of the branding as he passed by an open doorway. Servants were within, speaking with one another, hardly a notable occurrence. However, he heard your name being spoken in soft tones so he stopped to listen into the conversation. Derisive laughter had him reaching for his sword. 

“-seen how she’s lookin’ these days. Few more years and that’s a woman I’d take to bed. Or against a wall,” a male voice said with another grunt of laughter. Shamrock’s hand tightened on the pommel of his sword as he listened closely. 

“You better act fast, aboutta have more red haired bastards running around the place soon the way he acts with her,” another voice sneered quietly as the first laughed. 

No sooner than the laugh rang out than the first speaker’s head was on the floor, blood spurting from his now decapitated body. The head rolled towards Shamrock, the cranium crushing easily like a fall gourd under the heel of his boot. Shamrock looked the remaining servant in the eyes as he stood frozen, mouth agape. No sounds were heard except the dull thud of a now headless body slumping to the floor and the gush of brain under Shamrock’s boot as he ground the skull into the floor.

Shamrock turned his body fully toward the servant, who cowered and covered his face with his hands in an attempt to protect his own neck. “Never speak of her,” Shamrock ordered calmly, seeing no need to yell. His message heard, Shamrock turned and left, his boots tracking the blood pooling out from the dead servant. 

His heels clacked along the floor as Shamrock rolled his eyes. Great , Shamrock thought, now he’d have to change his boots before he returned to his room. You didn’t like cleaning blood off of them.

Taglist: @mfreedomstuff @rebeccawinters @sanjisleggy @nerium-lil @unwillingstars @ceramic-raven @retardhaven @srisshh @yunheadlings

[demaparbat-hp]

short hair katara and long hair zuko !!

They're talking shit about Jet

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[of-fandoms]

So I looked at the live action nadder and thought “not bad but also not great”

Then I looked at all the nadder designs we got over the years: the original, the animatronic and the live action. Specifically their heads

And that made me realize what I find so off-putting about the new one:

The mouth is less beak like, the horn on the nose is *massive* for some reason and the horns on stormfly‘s head are smaller and also just slightly curved. Which yeah, not a big deal, but it just...wasn't hitting the way the original design did for me. So I tried to make my own version of what I'd make the live action version look like (although this is just like a base concept, so not as spiky, or colored accurately and stuff; it's more about the general look):

I wanted to keep the beak but...gotta give it to the live action, it just didn't work out. I did like the bigger nose horn *however* i would have made it more similar to the animatronic's. I also would have kept the larger horns on the head, they make the dragon look far more imposing in my opinion. Also bigger nostrils. These are tracker class dragons for fucks sake, make them look like it! And something that annoys me on all of the live action designs: the teeth. I don't care if it's "unrealistic", these are dragons! All the dragons have these small teeth and i really wish they had kept at least some of them bigger, even if it's just for the look of it

[aihaloos]

Tempted to write a replaced au twst fic where Yuu (or alternatively, I'll use my Yuu, Riyuu, who is basically who I'm writing this for) used to be the cutest girl around, the cheery one who's always around everyone, the one you can't seem to dislike even if your crush falls for her because she earnestly says sorry (even though it's not her fault) and will always help you out if you need her back in her old school. But one day, a new girl comes around and her whole reputation got destroyed. She helps the new girl adjust, tells her all the rumours and introduces her to all the popular kids. But the girl ends up backstabbing her, telling the popular girls rumours about how she intentionally plays up the act to steal their crushes to her, and lies to the boys, telling them she's just playing with their hearts and that she's a horrible person.

Yuu ends up alone and excluded, being seen as "annoying" and only having a few close friends who doesn't really interact with her in public in fear of their reputation being ruined. She ends up miserable at school, and wishes to not go anymore. But one day comes a saving grace, she gets whisked by a mysterious black carriage into Twisted Wonderland, or more specifically, Night Raven College. She doesn't mind working if it meant she doesn't have to deal with her old school, there was still 1 and a half years left of school and she doesn't want to deal with all ghe group projects to be assigned that will inevitably end with everyone not wanting to team up with her. Plus, as annoying Grim is, he's like the animal friend all of the anime and storybook protagonists she knows has, and she doesn't mind him too much.

Some things did change after she and Grim got officially enrolled, but she had no problem adapting to the social expectations of the world, part time jobs with Sam -- and occasionally the canteen -- paid enough to get her tools for cooking basic but delicious food, and new friends without the weight of her past helped her get settled comfortably.

The existence of Overblots stunned her for a bit, but a peek into Riddle and Leona's memories helped her understand the concept, even if just a little. However, things began to change eerily simlarly to her old school when a new girl comes, also in a similar position to her, getting transported to a new, unfamilliar world, and seemingly hailing from a similar world to the Earth she knows. She warmly welcomes her, eager to finally befriend another girl, but it seems that the girl does not share the same enthusiasm.

The girl only barely responds to Yuu's attempts at forming a friendship, and always seems to talk her in a condescending way, and often dismisses her, and especially so whenever there are any boys around.

Yuu will not deny any statements claiming she's an attention seeker or that she plays up her sweet innocent girl act, but she knows to never, ever sacrifice a bystander for it. But if someone insists on war with her... well that's another, different story. She's learnt her lesson of being overly optimistic, and she will not make the same mistake twice. She will not let her make her life a living hell more than it already is with Crowley's irresponsibleness.

Aaand thus begins the story. Or well, however you wanna continue it. I'm honestly in favour of most Housewardens (Kalim, Vil, and Idia in particular. I'll put my reasoning in a few paragraphs down) Adeuce, Tweels, and Ortho for team Yuu. Why?

Well, first of all, Adeuce. This is mostly because the duo is like. with Yuu since Day 1, as much of a bitch as Ace is, I think those two are the most likely to trust and know Yuu well enough to not believe the lies R (< Replacer) tells. Especially Deuce, he doesn't want to betray a friend he knew for quite a while, that would not be very honor student-like of him!! And she helped him out in a lot of situations too! He doesn't want to hurt you after all the trouble you go through to help him, and also knowing how horrible your living conditions are. Ace would most likely give in to peer pressure if the student body is overwhelmingly in favour of R, but as of now, he maybe enjoys your company just a bit more than R. Just a bit, promise.

Tweels I feel like is self-explanatory. Those two are perceptive as fuck istg it scares me. Jade especially. I feel like the two would just toy with R for a bit despite her facade and lies before dropping her after she bothers them for attention and favours one too many times.

(Ortho ties in with Idia so I'll explain him in Idia's paragraph)

Kalim is actually very emotionally intelligent. He can come off annoying and stupid, but from all the scenes I see of him, he's actually really good at dealing with people. Have you seen how he deals with the Scarabia residents after Jamil's OB??? The way he phrases his sentences?? He didn't force or even plead with them to forgive Jamil, he simply asks them to wait before making permanent judgements, and I think he's gonna be uncomfy with how condescendingly R talks to Yuu, and even if he's used to people going after him for money, I feel like R mostly eyeing him for money and how she "secretly" sighs in annoyance everytime she goes out of the party for a "bathroom break" will only solidify his dislike/discomfort, even if he doesn't show it.

Vil is also kind of self-explanatory if you read into his character and not just the shell the official English localization makes for him. (I could rant for hours about how the official tl portrays his character istg. He's hardworking and he actually didn't attempt to poison Neige out of pure jealousy, he did it because he felt like all his efforts to be beautiful will never be able to surpass Neige, who, in his eyes, always seemed to be innocent and naturally beautiful. He feels like the villain in Neige's story. He feels like he is reduced to what he often plays as, a snobbish, overconfident villain obsessed with overthrowing the hero. And because of it, it became a twisted self-fulfilling prophecy, pushing him to, in a fit of despair, be that same villain everyone sees him as.) I really don't think he will take well to R's condescension to Yuu, who genuinely wants to befriend R. (I actually have a whole thing in my head where Yuu and Vil occasionally have sleepovers where they do skincare together after the whole VDC thing happened. I feel like this is also a "vent sesh" of sorts for the both of them, just to air out their grievances without much seriousness, and I think Yuu would admit to wanting a fellow girl in the school that she could befriend, since no matter what, being the only girl can be exhausting.) Ik Vil's not a girl but he is such a girls' girl istg.

Idia... this mostly ties into Ortho and The STYX Incident, but like,, I think we can all agree on this one,, Idia is smart and capital V Very pessimistic. Would you rather trust the girl you've known for a while, who saw your memories, who helped you in awkward social situations when she can and is besties with your brother or some random new girl who trash talks said girl behind her back? The former, right? Plus, even if Yuu did only hang out with him and his brother because she likes to secretly laugh at him behind his back, there's mo guarantee R wouldn't do the same, given his experience. And he would rather have someone who actively helps him and his brother out than someone who wouldn't.

I didn't put Malleus in because of how canon him actually treats Yuu. I feel like the fandom kind of put on rose-tinted glasses on with his character, and kind of ignored some things like, idk... him just leaving them to fend for themselves homeless during Octavinelle... maybe he thought Crowley would offer them a place to stay but like... I'm still bothered by how didn't atleast offer a spare room in Diasomnia. He's a housewarden goddamnit. He's not as distant or scary as the rumours say but like. still rubbed me the wrong way.

Anyways I don't think my attention span will let me write it to completion so if anyone likes this and wants to write it feel free. Pls tag me if you do tho. I would love to read it :3

[xmintpiex]

today’s thoughts are of chigiri having a crush on his sister’s friend

[megaawkwardhuman]

me connecting that bit where guillermo talks about them not being a fit and him finding a place at his job to nandor saying he's freeing guillermo from his duties and when he says he found a place where he feels like he belongs at the wellness center:

[dinoserious]

two of them

[maburito]

Just finished Metroid Prime Hunters

.....I guess it's not so bad.

[rhymesswith]

So I’ve always been under the impression that it’s pretty much a universal rule that pedestrians on public walkways are supposed to walk on one side (expect to pass.) In my city I'd say 80-90% of pedestrians stick to the right, and it’s therefor very noticeable when someone is walking on the ‘wrong’ side of a path. But I recently visited Dublin where it seemed like there is no such rule and everyone was walking all over the place to a point where I actually found it quite stressful to navigate. Now I’m burningly curious which is more normal.

EDIT: to clarify I mean in relation to other people not in relation to cars. As in on a sidewalk or trail or even an aisle inside a store. The street/traffic has nothing to do with it.

[aspiringjester]

hey you guys ever think about the idea of ladies at the warm red pavilion who love their shen jiu so much and care for him when he takes refuge there because he, like them, has been victim to the cruelty of man and one day that they have no way of knowing they said goodbye to him for the last time and would never see him again because shen yuan has no way of knowing anything about that so they're just waiting for a friend who will never return, who CAN never return

no? just me? cool cool cool cool cool

[batwynn]

As an autistic kid in preschool I really did not understand why me biting someone who was bullying me was treated like I Murdered Them and seen as a million times worse than anything they did to physically hurt me.

Actually, as an adult I don’t really get it either? It’s not like I broke the skin or gave them one of those hideous bite infections. I had worse bruises from the shit they did to me, but the teacher paraded me in front of the class, yanking my arm up above my head and shouted about what I did. They held a whole preschool seminar on how evil kids are who bite other kids are, and sent a Very Serious Letters home to my mom like I’d killed the pope himself. To which my mom as also like?? ‘Don’t bite people’ but also ‘Where was all this when that kid tried to bash my kid’s skull in with a heavy, metal toy truck?’

Like. What was all that? Did I miss a secret memo sent out at 4 years old that had a list of the worst things you can do to another person and biting was #1?