#the way you wrote them was amazing

[fluentisonus]

working in a factory has you thinking so much about the insane chain of labor & transport that goes into making literally anything

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Some of my favourite out of context sfth ao3 tags because these are so funny (also all of these are from different fics)

Disclaimer that these aren’t mine :)

[hairscare]

my amazing digital circus hot take is that i think it genuinely deserves an award of some kind for writing pomni as a character while also having her be a girl because holy shit she is the most well written animated female character ive seen in a long time

[catboy-jupiter]

i'll be like "i'm a god of writing" and then an hour passes after i post or submit something and i'll be like "i'm so dumb there's so much i could've done better if only i'd waited a bit and looked at it with fresh eyes i would've noticed how much it sucks & what i could've improved that looks so much like first draft material there's so many revisions i could make why i am i so impulsive and overconfident" and then i'll start writing something else and be like "i'm a god of writing" again

[lohstandfound]

what's wrong with the existing ship names why do we need new ones

[ghost-of-you]

5sos: puts HBG on the dice

5sos: has to play HBG

5sos: surprised pikachu face

No because those men took a glorified beach ball the size of Luke, slapped a song they actively hate and they think we like because of the chanting (hbg), 2 songs a lot of people talk about in social media and we do actively like (wayf and iydk), a song they never played before that is somewhat popular on 5sostok for conspiracy theories about who it is about (ela) and 2 songs I have no idea how even ended up on the mix (voodoo doll and heartache) and decided that literally throwing that in the audience would be a great idea. A tour doesn't need a surprise song, they made a conscious decision of making the dice, then they pick the songs on said dice and go all when it lands on half of them.

Like dudes what the hell did you think was gonna happen? That you could cheat your way into not playing it the whole tour? If you don't want to play the song don't make it an option, is not like y'all are not pretending half your discography doesn't exist, put hbg in that box and tell the people chanting for it to get over themselves. It's your show, you make the rules. If you hate a song don't fucking make it an option.

[dreeeve]

wishing I was confident enough to post my thoughts on things without the need for a visual or cut off

Anyways I need to say the entire main party of ISAT is the rep I really needed to see… I hold ALL of them so incredibly close to my heart…

I’m going to talk more in the tags but please play this game, it’s worth it, im only on act 3 so surely it’ll get better :^)

(I reached max tag limit LMAO???)

[longagoitwastuesday]

Gushing about Gojo and Megumi and how they are or could have been everything to me I forgot to mention that I really really really love Yuuji. Like, a lot

[forcedhesitation]

the turning point in atsv where peter b tries to "reason" with miles and miles tells him to stop calling him a kid, which gets miles hobie's praise. but jessica tells hobie that he isn't helping and hobie only responds with "good" and then miles looks at him with this troubled expression, like he finally understands what hobie was trying to tell him from the get go. miles understands that he can fight for more than what gwen and peter b have accepted as the cost for their place in spider society, miles understands he doesn't need this illusion of power they have to be spiderman. he already IS spiderman. then when miguel ensnares miles in the trap, while everyone else pointlessly tries to reason with miguel (the man, the authority), hobie goes directly to miles and reminds him he has the power to free himself. which results in miles breaking free and dismantling the fragile semblance of order and composure that the spider society and miguel both had. then when miles is trying to go home, it's spiderbyte's choice to defy miguel directly, as peter b and gwen have repeatedly failed to do so because all they do is talk, and stand in solidarity with miles that saves him from miguel's wrath. and when miles is gone and miguel has no one to turn on but HER, that's when gwen finally realises that her place in the spider society never meant anything. that the second that she would have truly questioned miguel and his power, she was always going get the same treatment as miles. she doesn't get to talk anymore, she's given no choice in going after miles or going home. then it's HOBIE who gives her the means to rectify her mistake and to stand by miles' side, as she should have from the very beginning. THAT'S CINEMA BABYYY!!

[alsaurus-loves-dean]

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[happyvalkyrieofdoom]

I've had one of the worst lessons I've ever done today

[vamprlestat]

The vessels cross nightmare country

Beyond all hope, Vessel’s feet carried him through the desert of bone. Reminiscing on what felt like the last few days – it was hard to tell in Nightmare –, he remembered first hearing the call in that space between Dreaming and Awake. Come to me, it said, venture into my Realm. Journey to find me, child of Sleep.

They all heard the not quite voice calling to them. Upon first crossing the door from Dream into Nightmare, he looked his friends in the eye. Ghoulish faces stared back at him. A muzzle cast in gold. Thick tar dripping from a horrifying grin. Lips sewn shut by Sleep’s markings. He was taken aback for a moment, but of course he wouldn’t be the only one changed by his worship. Turning his gaze upwards, he was met with the oppressive deep void of the starless sky, the color – or lack thereof – reflected on his own skin. 

Where do we go now?, they asked.

Forward. Into the dark.

And so, driven by devotion, they walked. When exhaustion overcame the vessels, they huddled together in an embrace in the cold darkness. A thousand pairs of eyes shining between branches of trees, staring hungrily at them. The sound of dry leaves being crushed by feet circling around the group getting closer and closer. Restless slumber came eventually, after IV’s desperate aggressive growls scared the nightmare beasts away. But sleep doesn’t come to Vessel, not anymore. He took it upon himself to carry out his holy duty and watched over his friends until they regained some of their energy. 

After what seemed like forever, the landscape slowly started changing. Dense woods gave way to a humid environment, their next steps sank in the mud and, eventually, in water. They could see shadows wandering the bog, but they disappeared when looked at directly. Distant globes of silver light seemed to beckon them, a reprieve from the dull darkness surrounding the group. Distant wailing kept the vessels from wandering off their dreadful path.  

The sweet smell of rot was a gentle reminder that Vessel’s body was withering away in the Real World, stuck in this dreaming state until the journey was complete. They were all dying, came the realization. But the old god hungers and requires sacrifice.

He asks too much, was a thought Vessel smothered swiftly with a look, a hand on a shoulder, a kiss. Who were they to judge the ways of gods? But their doubts grew heavy on their shoulders, weighed on their knees until every step became harder and harder to take. Vessel led them from that horrid swamp. Be strong, he said, even when he felt all strength drained from his very soul. The desire to curl in on himself and let the waters take him sounded more tempting as time went on.

Allow me to spare them from the danger of these thoughts, was the silent prayer Vessel sent to the void. They persevered.

And now that sterile desert. Bones of a myriad of different creatures made up the ground they had to traverse. They stumbled on the dangerous terrain and braced themselves on bloody hands when they fell. The unchanging sky never denounced the passage of time and nothing disturbed the morbid silence in that dead place.

Suddenly, a piercing scream made itself heard and, looking around for the source, they could pinpoint a body falling from the sky, flailing limbs trying to somehow stop their trajectory midair. It disappeared right before it hit the ground. Guess the lucky bastard got to wake up, said III in an attempt to lighten the mood. Only in moments of purest fear can mortals reach this place without aid, that much was known to them. Silence prevailed again and they journeyed forward.

In the distance, impossibly tall peaks rose to the heavens. That is where we must go, II spoke at last. The others were startled to hear it, it was their friend’s voice, but it sounded as if it came from the depths of the world. He wasn’t using his mouth, they realized. So they walked, renewed by finally seeing the end of their ordeal approaching. 

Finally reaching the roots of the mountains, they found themselves in front of a cave. A cold breeze from within left goosebumps on their skin and made a chill run through their spines. We’ll go with you, his friends promised. Vessel saw the truth in those words, but the end of the journey was his to bear. The gaping mouth of the cave seemed to look back at him. He stepped inside. 

And now began his descent into the dark place where Sleep dwells. He squeezed his body through tight spaces, scraping his skin on sharp rock. Down and down Vessel went until he reached an ample chamber adorned with ancient stalactites, the sound of dripping water filling his ears. The belly of the beast, it felt like.

The entity made itself known. Cold tentacles guided Vessel further into the earth until darkness enveloped him completely. The embrace felt blissful at first, comforting even, a respite from the hardships of the journey. But eventually, he started suffocating. With eyelids shut tight, he could see Sleep with his mind’s eye. Vessel felt torn between staring in worship forever and ripping his eyes out. The old god was horror and beauty wrapped in one being, too much in his true form.

Your dedication is appreciated, child. Such resilience must be commended, the words rang in his head like thunder almost making him flinch. It hurt to hear them, blood trickled from his ears.

The pain reached his very bones. Anger gnawed at his guts urging him to bite back against the aggression, but he couldn’t move a single muscle. Why?, the word tumbled from him unexpectedly. There was a pregnant pause, gods aren’t meant to be questioned.

I could feel your faith faltering, my vessel. I’m with you always and I see all.

Clarity flooded him. A test. A way for Sleep to wrap his tentacles tighter around them. Out of their own volition, they had walked into Nightmare, the place where the god held the most power. Yes, the word sounded like the loud buzzing of a thousand wasps. Already you feel my influence, all of you.

And now a boon for my favorite mortals.

With dread filling him to the brim and threatening to spill, Vessel opened his eyes. Waking up felt like emerging from a deep dark sea, but the air in the Waking World felt just as suffocating as water.

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listen they’re all in a toxic relationship with an eldritch god ajsgajksg

i don’t even know what this is, only that it came to me when i was trying to sleep and it wouldn’t leave me alone. it’s heavily inspired by sandman, with a dash of robert jordan’s concept of tel'aran'rhiod from the wheel of time (the body falling from the sky and all). and “beyond all hope”? that’s straight from my boy jrr tolkien. that was fun, hope you guys enjoy this nightmarish journey.

[rhyme-draws-stuff]

Ayaka x Lumine (AU)

Just a drawing of Ayaka and Lumine being in love and kissing that I drew last summer, except their designs are different because I drew this as part of an au idea I came up with. and also because I enjoy changing up character designs in my fanart sometimes for no real reason.

(Note: This has been in my drafts for over two months and I wish to set it free, hope you enjoy my ramblings)

(EDIT: If you're interested in this idea, please tell me! I'm busy dying to college homework right now but if people are interested I'll probably make more art for it, and maybe even write something when I have time)

The concept for the AU:

When Ayaka told Lumine that Thoma had been taken by the Tenryou commission, Lumine said she'd bring him back safe and Ayaka should avoid getting involved. But in this story, Ayaka doesn't. When the Shogun raises her blade to strike down the traveler, it is Ayaka who saves her.

After this, Ayaka travels with Lumine and Paimon to aid the rebellion. Ayaka is left without her duty to her clan, and uncertain if she'll have a future within it after the war has ended.

But as her world seems to crumble around her, Lumine is right by her side, helping her through it. Holding her hand. Making her laugh in spite of everything.

And at watatsumi island, Ayaka has a chance to live more freely. She's not holding the reputation of her clan upon her shoulders anymore, and many of the people there have never seen her as the Shirasagi Himegimi.

I also like the idea of Ayaka making friends with Kokomi, they've both had to make compromises in their life out of a sense of responsibility to the role they found themselves in and the people depending on them.

Some concept art:

If I remember correctly, I first came up with the idea for the AU while drawing Ayaka with short hair just for fun. I don't know how it went from "I think Ayaka could look very cute with short hair" to "what if Ayaka got exiled from the Kamisato clan what clothes would she wear" but here we are???

Here's some sketches I did to get their designs down for the AU! I chose the upper right one for Ayaka's outfit, but I'm still figuring out some details for it so it'll probably change some more in the future. Or I might end up going for something closer to her original outfit, idk. Feel free to offer your thoughts!

I didn't really need to make any changes for Lumine to fit the story better or anything, but I decided I wanted to try out some alternate designs for her clothes anyways. I chose the bottom right dress design for the illustration at the top of this post.

I've talked a lot about my ideas for Ayaka already, so here's my thoughts for Lumine:

I think that if Lumine hasn't already fallen for Ayaka before the divergence from canon, she would while the two of them fight for the resistance. And then once she realizes she's has these feelings for Ayaka, it becomes a thing where she doesn't want to confess them while Ayaka has so much else going on in her life.

[hanaasbananas]

people who leave 5 star reviews without saying anything are so interesting to me

[causenessus]

where do i even start. two people in love, but that are hurting. two people who meet each other and are in need of love and happiness, (“do you think you weren’t loved enough?” “somewhere between ‘not enough’ and ‘not at all’. i was always hungry for love. just once, i wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it… just once. but they never gave that to me. never, not once.”). they’re in need of love; the kind of love that reassures them that they are a person. they are a living, breathing human worthy of love. that nothing of their past defines them, there is always the chance to grow. the kind of love that reassures them they are not hated by the world, but that they are loved. and they find that in each other (“i want to hold this moment. i want to believe it. i want his love to have enough salt in it to float me. i don’t want to be swimming for my life.” -frankissstein) they are two people who have been drowning in silence for so long, but then they find each other. and they keep each other afloat. with promises to keep on living and promises that they will always be there for the other. that they will never leave. that they are there to stay. and sometimes one person is all that you need. iwa and y/n have the type of relationship where they cover the other’s ears when it gets too loud, the kind of relationship where they run into the others arms every moment they get. they know each other like the back of their hands, they know what sets the other off and they always know what the other needs. and when they finally retire to bed after a long night of living, and they let down their walls and they finally say it, “i’m so tired.” the other is there to hold them, saying “i know, love. but it’s going to be okay.” and it will be, because they have each other.

ways to live: h. iwaizumi

he’s depressed. she’s depressed. it’s all they ever talk about. she’s willing to try anything to feel better. he’s less optimistic

pairings: iwaizumi x f!reader

status: completed, uploading all the chapters today & then disappearing again

tags/warnings: online friends to lovers, blended smau (every chapter has written parts), university au, mini-series, happy ending, hurt/comfort, lots and lots of frank discussions on mental health, depression tweets, casual discussions of suicidal ideation (no death or sh), disordered behaviors, recovery

taglist: i’m not doing one please do not ask to be added

prologue: the list

chapter one: exercise

chapter two: nurture yourself with good nutrition

chapter three: connect with a support system

chapter four: help yourself by helping others

chapter five: demonstrate gratitude

[cleolinda]

AITA for banning my husband and father in law from the delivery room due to their intensely stressful/creepy behavior during my pregnancy?

There’s a famous Reddit post from 2020 where a pregnant woman wrote that her husband and father-in-law were a little too comfortable with their certainty that she was absolutely going to die in childbirth just like her husband’s late mother. It was to the point where her FIL was insisting that she go ahead and put all her clothes into storage, because she was obviously going to die in the hospital and it would save them the grief of packing up her things afterwards. Like. It was WILD.

When I tell my husband [that she feels suspicious of her FIL], he calls me paranoid, but I feel like my FIL WANTS me to die; his whole life identity for the past 35 years has been “amazing single dad” (never dated or had close friends or even hobbies really), and it seems like he’s looking forward to being able to guide my husband through what he went through. At this point, I’d honestly be happy to never see my FIL again, and I certainly don’t want him in the delivery room, especially since he told me he was “putting [his] foot down” about me not being “allowed” to have an epidural…. My husband, in addition to backing his dad on everything, acts like my due date is my death date, and has completely pulled away from me.

The commenters (and me, honestly) were convinced that the husband and FIL were either going to kill her outright to fulfill this expectation, or just make decisions about her care that might conveniently let her die.

And then she never posted again.

Over the last four years, people have frequently mentioned that post, always leading to a thread of people saying, “Oh god, I still worry about that woman.” I did too. It became one of those famous unresolved posts that people always wondered about.

Until yesterday, when someone on r/BestOfRedditorUpdates dug up a 2022 update she had posted on a different account:

TLDR; I had a beautiful and healthy baby girl, and I divorced my ex-husband. I lived, obviously.

She writes that she put her foot down about having her own mother in the delivery room rather than her FIL (!), and she WOULD be getting an epidural. Her husband lost his shit. And in his outburst, he let slip--

I admittedly lost my temper, and told him that I wasn’t going to die- it wasn’t my fault his father’s trauma wormed it’s way into his head, and that he needed to fix it without taking it out on me. He yelled at me that he didn’t need therapy. That caught me a little off guard; I asked him why he went to his therapist and was given advice about my death if he felt he didn’t need it. His expression gave it away, and he caved not long after. It turns out there was no therapist. It was just his dad. During the times he was supposed to be at therapy, he was with his dad. I’m still fuming.

And that was when she got the fuck out.

I’ll wrap this up- I’ve got an adorable little toddler tugging at my leg atm. I’m alive, I’m happy, and I’ve got my baby in my arms. Life is good.

I truly never thought we'd see a resolution to this, and I feel like there's probably a good number of people who remember it, so I thought you might want to know.

ETA: Brilliantly, I put the link in at the top; here it is again for convenience.