#the less they see me the nicer they are to me

[ddejavvu]

I’m growing so fucking tired and disheartened by people who cannot even let THEMSELVES enjoy things!!!! I’ve definitely said things along these lines before and I’ve felt these things when I was less secure in myself but my god seeing people online saying “the way I’m a __ year old laying in bed smiling at/attracted to [insert character from movie/tv who was specifically handcrafted to be attractive] from a PRETEND movie/tv show/novel.. am I cooked?”

Cooked-????? COOKED???? YOU’RE JUST CONSUMING MEDIA ‼️‼️‼️ THAT’S THE MOST NORMAL THING IN THE WORLD ‼️‼️‼️ ART IS MEANT TO BE ENJOYED ‼️‼️‼️ THE MAN WAS MADE TO BE HANDSOME ‼️‼️‼️ THE TV SHOW WAS MEANT TO BE WATCHED AND LIKED ‼️‼️‼️ THE MOVIE WAS MEANT TO BE APPRECIATED ‼️‼️‼️ YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO LIKES IT AND IT’S NOT WEIRD FOR YOU TO LIKE IT ‼️‼️‼️ SOMEONE MADE THAT SO YOU COULD LIKE IT ‼️‼️‼️ APPRECIATE IT ‼️‼️‼️

Smile at the art you like. Smile at the man you think is handsome. Someone made him for you. Who cares if it’s nerdy or embarrassing. Everyone likes at least one thing that’s nerdy or embarrassing. Especially if you’re alone in your bedroom, let yourself relax!!! Enjoy the anakin skywalker TikTok edit!!! Enjoy the TLOU fanfiction!!!!

The notion that you’re crazy or immature for liking pretend things comes from the belief that fictional stories from art and literature and media are less valuable than real experiences because they didn’t really happen. This is not true. “It’s not even real!!” It is still impactful and worth something!

Now you don’t need to project said anakin skywalker edit onto the side of your house for all to see, but you’re telling me that in your bed at home alone, you’re embarrassed to like it??? Please be nicer to yourself than that. Why are you bullying yourself? Allow yourself joy. Relax.

[garlique]

i don't know if my parents are actually nicer to me now or if i just have built up enough skin to not be as afraid of them anymore but like. why couldn't they be nice to me like this when i LIVED with them!!

[puppppppppy]

this place is so fruity

[arttsuka]

I don't know what kind of unpopular opinion this is but I don't dislike the helmed design. Looks kinda cool

[knockknockitsnickels]

Thinking about how the Tower & the Adversary routes are connected through the Fury, and how you kind of get there by turning one into the other, and how horrified they are by what they become. Tower is about subjugation - she outright says she does not believe the two of you are on equal footing. You get the Fury from her when you assert your independence and fight back, forcing her to take you seriously as a threat and defend herself. Adversary is all about an equal fight - she prides herself on her strength, but also admires yours. You access the Fury through her by refusing to fight, watching her beat you to a pulp and become disgusted by what she does to you. IDK it is interesting how the Tower & Adversary parallel one another, and how you end up with the Fury in each route by doing what their sister route would have wanted you to do.

[fanfoolishness]

Visitation

Hunter has a conversation with a visitor. Set shortly after Plan 99. Grief, emotional whump, sleep deprivation, Hunter + Wrecker feels, Hunter + Tech feels. ~1400 words. (also omg I'm writing again yaaaay)

---

“You gotta sleep,” Wrecker mumbled for the eighth time.

Hunter shrugged him off with a glower and a scowl, his brows furrowing deeply. Just because Wrecker was right didn’t make his words any less aggravating. “I’ll sleep when there’s time,” Hunter snapped. “Leave it alone, Wreck.”

They had to keep going. The trace they were running was the first one that hadn’t come up as a total dead end. There were clues here that could point the way to Omega if they were just smart enough to figure them out and piece together Hemlock’s trail. He didn’t dare sleep on that.

Wrecker rubbed his eyes, then yawned so powerfully Hunter could hear the cracking in the joints of his jaw. “You’re no good wiped out. Neither ‘m I.”

”We’ll be fine. We’re close to something. I can tell.”

”I wanna find her too. But —“ Wrecker hesitated, worry clear in the set of his face. The muscles in his throat worked in a gulp. “Nah. Forget it.”

”What?” Hunter said, a warning note creeping into his voice.��

Wrecker waved a hand. “It’s nothing.” He got to his feet, groaning as he stood for the first time in hours. “More caf?”

”Yeah.”

“I’ll get it.”

---

The last of the caf had long since cooled, its bitter odor turning more acrid as it chilled. Hunter slugged down the dregs anyway, grimacing at the foul taste. 

Wrecker had tried to stay awake, Hunter had to give him that. But now he was hunched over the console on his folded arms, snoring quietly.

Hunter let him do it. It made sense that Wrecker would need the extra rest, since he needed to heal up after their last scrap. But Hunter couldn’t afford the same luxury, not for himself. He had to keep working.

Hunter focused as hard as he could, his head aching with the effort. He kept running over the coordinates on Tech’s datapad, vision blurring, fingertips flinching with an imperceptible frisson every time he tapped or typed or swiped.

This was Tech’s.

He shouldn’t be touching it. They’d all learned that lesson years ago. 

Hunter knew he might mess it up. Tech always had the specs set just how he liked them --

“Put that down,” Tech said from behind him. By the timbre of his voice, his annoyance level was mild, verging on moderate; there was a hint of fondness overlaid with a familiar steely tone. Tech wasn’t too irritated, but he’d get there if Hunter didn’t listen to him soon. 

Hunter stifled a chuckle, then blinked, his breath catching in his throat. He turned around slowly, his heart racing.

“You’re not -- you shouldn’t be here,” Hunter said stupidly.

Tech raised his eyebrows enough for them to arc above his goggles. “I find that rude,” he said.

“Don’t,” Hunter whispered. “You’re dead. We saw you fall.”

“Details,” Tech said, shrugging. “There’s still work to do, isn’t there? Therefore I am here.” He leaned back in the pilot’s chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “You do not look well, Hunter. Tell me, are you sleeping?”

“There isn’t time.” He shook his head, willing the apparition to leave. “We have to find Omega before Hemlock hurts her.” His mind spun with awful specters, imagining the worst tests of the Kaminoans and multiplying their pain into agony of the highest order. Omega crying in a cell, strapped to a table like an animal, her voice a wailing scream --

“What makes you think he wishes to hurt her?” Tech said. “Look at the facts. His men took care to stun her. Hemlock mentioned Nala Se. Nala Se has certainly decommissioned her share of clones, but there is no evidence she would wish to harm Omega, and if Hemlock requires her cooperation… I believe Omega will be safe enough, for a time. It is simply logical.”

“You’re awfully optimistic for a dead man,” Hunter said, then dropped Tech’s datapad with a clatter, suddenly feeling sick. Did I just say that -- He stared up at Tech, holding out an unsteady hand. “I -- I’m sorry, Tech. I’m not -- I didn’t mean --”

Tech leaned forward, picking up the datapad and setting it down beside Hunter. “There is no need to apologize. I am indeed dead.”

Hunter swore loudly. “Don’t say that!”

“You just said it,” Tech pointed out. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Tech, I swear to --” Tech could be so infuriating sometimes. 

He suddenly laughed, feeling dangerously close to tears. None of this made any sense. What was going on?

Tech looked at him steadily. “You are aware of what this is, aren’t you?”

“No.” He buried his face in his hands, taking a deep breath.

“You need to sleep.” Tech held up his finger, underscoring his point. “The effects of sleep deprivation in humans are well-known and may include decreased reflexes, incoordination, irritability, immunosuppression, visual and auditory hallucinations --”

Hunter laughed again despite himself. “Great. Now you’re on my case too. Wrecker was bad enough.”

“You should go easy on him. He is only attempting to look out for you.” For a moment something painful flashed across Tech’s face, a twist of his mouth, shadows beneath his eyes. “It is important to him, Hunter. Do you understand?”

How could he understand?

The chasm gaped between them, the railcar dangling, the cold wind howling in his ears.

“Get up here! Now!” Hunter called. This wasn’t happening. Not again. There had to be time, they were going to make it -- they were all going to make it -- “That’s an order!” he screamed.

When have we ever followed orders --

A hand closed around his arm, shaking him gently. “Hunter. Hunter.”

Hunter blinked, the world snapping back to the Marauder and the stars beyond. “Saw him,” he choked. 

“Saw who?” Wrecker asked, settling into the chair beside him, looking anxious.

Hunter froze. He swallowed, looking around the empty cockpit, eyes landing on the shattered goggles. His gut twisted, and he managed a ragged breath.

“Nothing. Nothing.”

“You were yellin’,” said Wrecker, looking away. “Woke me up. I thought maybe you were having a nightmare, but your eyes were open --”

Hunter groaned. “I don’t know. Maybe I was.” He glanced at Tech’s datapad, which was on the floor where he’d dropped it. He’d thought Tech had picked it up -- 

But of course there’d been no one there.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, then bent down and picked up Tech’s datapad, handing it carefully to Wrecker. “You, uh… you keep an eye on things for a bit.”

Wrecker took it, though he hesitated. It looked so small in his hands. “Feels wrong, using this. It’s -- it’s his.”

“I know.”

“What are you gonna do?”

Hunter let out a sigh. “Gonna get some shut-eye. You were right. Keeping on like this isn’t going to find Omega any faster.” He brushed back the hair falling into his eyes, and got to his feet. He was about to turn and head to his bunk when he paused, reaching out and resting a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder. “Thanks. For looking out for me.”

Wrecker ducked his head, unable to speak for a moment. Finally he said, “s’what I’m here for.”

“Damn right it is.” Hunter gripped harder, then let go, making his way to his bunk. He rolled into it unceremoniously, more exhausted than he’d ever been in his life. He closed his eyes, and saw Omega.

They’d find her. They had to. And until then… He thought of what Tech had said, cool calm logic explaining why Omega would be safe. Maybe he was right. Maybe she’d get through this unharmed.

His mouth tightened. What Tech had said -- What a damn hallucination had said. He was losing it.

Yet Tech’s words were comforting, and he kept them close.  I believe she will be safe enough, for a time.

He’d make that time as short as possible. His fist curled in determination, then uncurled, fingers going slack as sleep took him. He dreamed of Pabu warm and sunny, the sound of waves on a rocky shore, Omega’s arms flung wide around him. He held her close, closer than he’d ever dared, an embrace that said you’ll always be our kid. 

But through Omega’s laughter and the setting sun there was an emptiness, and Hunter wandered long into the dark, looking for someone who wasn’t there.

[starlooove]

Ok it’s not letting me like officially tag her but @camel-kong’s tags gave me the inch I needed to bitch about the au episode. Ppl talking about who died or what impacted it or what the real change was are blowing me bc the REAL au has to be that it’s a world where the council would care about a dead kid from zaun. I was talking to my brother about this and for the changes to be so significant the real alternate universe had to be that the explosion blew up the entire block and everyone in it and maybe a councilor was visiting that day if we’re stretching - bc ur telling me they stopped the production of hextech over jayce? Over VI! Like yes they weren’t aware of its true potential or whatever but even a weapon of that magnitude means more than one dead kid especially a dead kid from the UNDERCITY!! The au just doesn’t work for me bc it affords the council and piltover in general a benefit of the doubt that they not only haven’t earned - but have proven time and time again they don’t fucking deserve. Like it’s the equivalent of saying if politicians knew how bad poor poc felt they’d stop- like hello?

[toruq]

I feel like every time sso writes Anne’s dialogue they have to make her say some cheesy thing about how shes ready to move on.(first problem u don’t just move on from trauma it always remains part of you).. right after showing her ‘moving on’ (ex training a horsey!) and give her bits to say about her ‘moving on’ (ex photoshoots with derek!) but her long insightful bs always ends in the same shit about how she wants to rid of her bitterness and realize her own inner beauty or something like that and i’m kinda like Ok well you’re doing that already  girl. I wanna see her fuck up and then say these things, like “damn, i totally blew up at linda just then. Mc, i really want to be a better friend” rather than “man, look at all my recent accomplishments. I regret everythign I did in the past and i want to be a better person.” I personally think it more sends this message of a kind of toxic positivity that either ignores completely or hyperbolizes all wrongdoings and creates more self-pity than real optimism. even tho i think it’s sso’s weird form of redundant teaching for little kids to gain self confidence. 

[eclown]

are these your ghouls ma'am.

ghouls implying its normal and fine to say "kill yourself" to people and implying youd send this shit to a minor? or that youd have to be a teenager to even get upset at someone telling other people to kill themselves? how do people on tumblr still think you were banned for nothing

[thedissociatives]

also if you guys think i take issue with a lot of aspects of hockey culture you aren't prepared for how much i hate a lot of football culture

[anewp0tat0]

Theo's wild hair seems to be clearly styled after the twins'- which one though? I'm gonna say R!ciel because the middle bang mostly is swayed to the left, (one could still argue it's meant to be in the middle but I'm chosing the believe this cause it helps me). all in all, it seems that Theo is R!ciel's replacement, whether that be in soul or blood or what have you...

[hotdogshipping-miwa-enthusiast]

Watching the caped crusader,

Without spoilers it is a 10/10 however (spoilers)

I feel for Alfred and Montoya

Montoya constantly get herself shut down by people like bullock and flask and after all the suffering she goes through at her job, she gets a girlfriend who seems to love and cherish her…

but it’s fucking Harley Quinn

This girl just can’t catch a break

And Alfred oh dear God Alfred

I kind of hate his dynamic with Bruce right now. I’m not that far into the series, but there seems to be less reciprocated affection from Bruce, especially with the whole standing outside his door and saying “you’re going to help me.”

This bruce definitely feels more cynical than other interpretations (more of his trauma peaks through as with the flash backs) so the change dynamic kind of makes sense. It’s not a bad one just getting used to if you’re a fan of older series like me.

Still everything works well and it really is a fun time. Like maws its a fun new take on both Heroes and Villains (even gives the spotlight to people animated fans may not have seen before).

[arolesbianism]

Eternal gales isat au except Bloom is the one looping and she never fucking escapes due to the curse of being 9 years old. Oh and also the middle aged woman actively sabotaging her at every step of the way ig

[the-kipsabian]

if something tho, i have gotten better about writing just to share with one person and just enjoying creating that way so. thats very nice

[colorstormx]

if you're wondering how my inktober has been going....well, maybe don't

[toxicpineapple]

woaaah who dropped this sexy widdle askbox in frontttt of meeee can i get uhhhhhhhhhh a fuckin uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh "Stay with me tonight?" with Akira and Kaito if you please. and maybe a large number 9 with a side of pepsi but NO ICE.

Akira wakes up from his nap to the sound of murmuring from downstairs, which isn’t unusual, but a quick glance at the clock tells him Leblanc is closed right now. He rubs at his eyes as he sits up, glancing over to where Morgana is still fast asleep at the foot of his bed. So it isn’t him… not that he’d thought that in the first place. Morgana’s high-pitched voice is a little too distinctive to mistake for someone else’s, and Sojiro has a pretty recognisable I’m-talking-to-the-cat tone too.

Too sleepy to grab his glasses, Akira shuffles over to the edge of the stairs to eavesdrop. He leans his head down in time to catch Sojiro saying, “Think he’s asleep, but you can go on up and check if you want.”

The response comes from an equally low voice, though not Yusuke low, and after a moment of scrubbing his eyes, Akira places it. The realisation makes him both apprehensive and a little excited—he hasn’t seen Kaito since he got arrested in Niijima Sae’s palace, so naturally he’s happy that the guy swung by, but…

Well, Akira also hasn’t seen Kaito since the interrogation room. He feels his shoulders curling in instinctively, chest clogging with irrational panic at the thought of letting Kaito down (he won’t have as much energy or dry wit as Kaito is used to, won’t that be annoying?) but no sooner has the thought hit than are the stairs creaking as Kaito climbs them.

Akira stays planted, not bothering to move, so Kaito ends up meeting him at the top, blinking for a moment before a grin spreads across his face.

“Hey man! The boss said you’d be sleeping, hope I didn’t wake you up.”

He did wake Akira up, but Akira isn’t upset about it. He wouldn’t have wanted to sleep through Kaito’s visit. Besides, Akira’s been doing a lot of sleeping recently. He shakes his head slightly and turns, heading back over towards his bed, and Kaito follows him in, plopping down right next to Morgana.

“Sheesh, what the hell do you sleep on,” Kaito mutters when the bed doesn’t give beneath him. “Rocks?”

“Close,” Morgana mutters, shifting to rest his chin against Kaito’s knee and immediately beginning to purr. Akira can’t help but smile seeing it, but doesn’t respond, taking a seat a few feet away from Kaito and leaning against the wall.

Kaito takes a moment to scratch indulgently behind Morgana’s ears, and then says, “You doing okay, man?”

Akira nods. It gets something of a disbelieving look out of his friend, which he supposes isn’t all too surprising. Kaito can probably see the fading bruises on his face, the bags under his eyes. Akira looks down at the floor. He’s been taking a lot of naps, sure, but…

“I guess I’m a bit tired,” Akira says quietly. Kaito doesn’t respond immediately, working at a good spot on Morgana’s neck, and it prompts Akira to glance at him questioningly.

Kaito looks more thoughtful than anything. He says, “Anything I can do to help with that? I’m pretty free outside of classes and shit, so y’know. You’ve done me a lot of favours too, you know that?”

That’s true, but Akira still feels a bit conflicted about accepting the offer. He gives a little nod to let Kaito know he heard, then stares at the floorboards. Thankfully Kaito doesn’t push the subject. He doesn’t even saying anything else, letting the room fall silent save for the sound of Morgana’s purring. Akira can feel the weight of both of their concerned gazes on the side of his neck. He’s been getting that a lot lately, and he appreciates the thought of it, but the reality does kind of make his skin crawl.

Or at least that’s what Akira is feeling until he glances over and sees that Kaito is not, indeed, looking at him, but instead squinting up at the ceiling. Maybe he’s thinking about space or something. Akira has seen the inside of Kaito’s bedroom before, and he knows the ceiling there is decorated with stars.

The recollection makes Akira smile faintly for a moment. Glow-in-the-dark star stickers would be nice, actually… might make this place a little easier to…

…Well, that’s actually something Akira could ask for. He grips the knees of his pants. He’s felt too guilty to ask for it from the thieves, knowing they all have enough on their plates with the upcoming palace infiltration, but…

“Momota,” Akira starts. Kaito glances over, attentive immediately. It brings another smile to Akira’s face, but the look slips away fast. “Would you… stay with me tonight?”

Kaito’s eyebrows raise. “Here? Sure! I’ll take the couch.” He offers a grin. “The boss won’t mind, will he?”

Akira shakes his head. He shouldn’t. Kaito responds by lifting a hand, perhaps to clap Akira on the shoulder, but he falters, as if reconsidering. Eventually, he just rests his hand down gently. Akira appreciates it… and he appreciates the touch, too. Kaito has always been pretty warm.

“Then no problem,” Kaito says quietly. “Happy to help in any way I can, man.”

Akira breathes out. Closes his eyes and leans into Kaito’s hand. He knows that, and he knows anyone else would help too, but it was still unbearably difficult to ask.

…Oh well. Hard or not, Akira can’t help but feel relieved. That means it was for the better that he asked. Maybe it’ll be easier to sleep now, with Kaito hanging around to chase off the dark.