#these are just my already read / faves

[feroluce]

Randomly consumed today by the thought of henghill cuddles, but like from a specific point in their relationship, like after they've only recently started laying in the same bed together.

It's something that takes them a long time to work up to; they both have nightmares, and yeah, Dan Heng is a Vidyadhara and he can heal himself beyond anything Boothill could accidentally do to him, but still. Boothill is made of metal now. He's heavy. It wouldn't take much, just a single flailing limb to cause some damage. He still gets up after Dan Heng falls asleep, and sneaks down into the guest cabin in one of the other cars.

But he'll lay in bed with Dan Heng until then. At first Boothill would always try to situate a blanket between them, because well. Metal isn't exactly pleasant to cuddle. But more and more lately, he's noticed Dan Heng keeps worming his way around their soft barrier and just kind of...rubbing his hand along him? Open palm up the curve of his side, across the planes of his chest, into the star-shape at his solar plexus, down the plates of his abdomen, back to his side again. Fingertips tap soundlessly against metal, or press into dents and divots, or smooth over old scars in the steel.

"Ya don't hav'ta do that, ya know."

"Does it bother you?"

Dan Heng's hand has already stopped, settling somewhere on the futon, neutral ground. Boothill clarifies that no, it doesn't bother him. But he can't feel any of it. He only knows he's doing it because he can see the motion out of the corner of his eye. Dan Heng doesn't need to go through the extra effort to do things for him like he would someone with a normal human body.

And Dan Heng goes quiet, just long enough that Boothill gets curious and turns to look at him over his shoulder. He has the cute little furrow between his brows, like when he's thinking.

And then he opens that pretty mouth of his and says, "That's alright, I think I'm doing it for myself, anyway" and Boothill nearly wheezes because wow, Dan Heng is almost never quite that honest when it comes to himself fdklsajlkd

Boothill cackles in surprise and asks point blank what he means, because what could he be getting out of that? Given the implied permission, Dan Heng's hand starts it's usual route again. Side, chest, solar plexus, abdomen, side. Boothill can practically hear him chewing on his words.

"I like that you're warm," is what he finally says, and Boothill suddenly feels like a bullet has just grazed something vital. "All the processes you run increase your temperature," Dan Heng's hand fans out across a span of steel and he holds it there, like he's soaking up the heat. "And your metal is smooth, it feels pleasant to touch," his fingertips move in circles, slip into a divot perfectly sized, rub back and forth. Boothill silently wills one of his cooling fans threatening to open up to stay closed.

"I like how you feel under my hands. That's all." Headshot! No recovery possible.

"...Suit yerself, then," and Boothill quickly turns back over before Dan Heng can see it in his face, how close he just hit to his heart.

[epickiya722]

I think about how some people actually hate on Yuji, Nobara and Megumi and get confused because I went into JJK and by episode 3 I adored them.

[fear-ne]

personal bells hells character meta pt 1, imogen & laudna

what fascinates me personally abt laudna & imogens relationship is that truthfully, imogen’s story is way more about laudna than laudna’s is about imogen

now hear me out this is not to say in any way that laudna loves her less or that her love matters less or that imogen is less important to her than she is to imogen or anything like that

what I mean is that imogens story is about being left by her mother and being witness to her fathers abandonment. it’s about losing her faith in humanity via hearing everyone thoughts. it’s about following her mothers path but also rejecting it. and laudna is key to those things, because it is through laudna that she no longer heard the world as just noise, through laudna that she left the oppressive claustrophobia of her hometown, through laudna that she got the courage and support to untangle the mystery of her mothers disappearance and of her own powers. and then by falling in love with laudna, and watching laudna go through a similar struggle with a power that chips away at her, she is not just following in her mothers path but suddenly in a role that parallels her fathers so many years ago. so much of what pulls and tugs and creates conflict for imogen loops right back into her relationship with laudna (and her relationships with other people)

and it makes sense!! she is so young!!!

whereas sweet laudna has 30 years of traveling the world, of experiencing it, of dealing with the monster in her head. and while yes, through her relationship with imogen she is given something that is crucial to unpacking and addressing her years of trauma and isolation she never had the privilege of before (someone who loves her exactly as she is & a family to boot!!!)…so much of that struggle is innately personal. and just about laudna herself, by herself. marisha has touched on how the root of laudnas struggle is one of self worth, which is not a conflict that is solved externally or relationally with others. she will have to discover her self worth alone, intrinsically.

which is why it’s so juicy and hard to watch!! because they love each other, desperately, but being loved doesn’t make you love yourself. that’s a fight you fight almost entirely alone

vs a story that is somewhat about learning to love again and learning how to love and reconciling that and yourself with the world at large. which is much more about other people

idk not to boil this down to laudna man vs self and imogen man vs man/society/fate and other basic lit nonsense but it is just so fun to have so many fully fledged protagonists to rotate in your head both as individuals and as relationships between each other. orym next I think

[maigo-san]

[myrquez]

rosquez reconciliation is just not going to happen like never in their life ever (except, maybe, in just one case. maybe)

and i’m almost sure of that bc. listen. i have so many thoughts and it’s early in the morning and it’s gonna be so messy and i don’t even know if someone has already said this but.

what i’m really convinced of is, valentino didn’t believe marc sabotaged him. i think the whole sabotage story is bullshit. like, it IS really bullshit even for them. it’s as believable as that polleria osvaldo prank.

ofc uccio didn’t check any telemetry shit. ofc valentino didn’t really think marc was sabotaging him in phillip island. marc had a rough start of the season that year, made many mistakes, but at some point he eventually started to get his shit back together and even tho he wasn’t a contender for the title anymore he could’ve been very much of an obstacle put in the middle of the road of his climb to the 10th. that sabotage conspiracy theory really was nothing but a means to “scare off” little marc, to try to make him take a few steps back and get him off the hook or whatever. he NEEDED marc out of the games bc that was his last chance to get his 10th and he truly wanted it at ALL costs. plus, he really loved his silly little mind games. he pulled that shit with gibernau, biaggi, casey AND jorge himself. but it BIBLICALLY backfired bc marc has always been one tough mf and of course he served vale a little taste of his own medicine (showing him what it would have been like to have him as an actual sabotaging agent on track) and OF COURSE he had to show that he wasn’t scared or anything. OF COURSE he had to show that he would’ve never bent down for anybody. should he have behaved differently? probably. but he literally was 22. and it’s not to babey him or anything, it’s how it is. 22 years of age and FIRE in his veins, headstrong, impulsive, and all of that. of course it didn’t end well, that was the only possible outcome, no variations. vale ended up losing his 10th and marc.. well we know what he had to go through

but that’s it. vale’s own ambition outweighed his talent (for mindgames) (quote) and he lost the championship the exact moment he went and poked the wrong bear. vale never felt betrayed, he STILL does not feel betrayed or anything. it’s not about genuine delusions or hurt feelings, it’s about ego, truly. vale doesn’t need and doesn’t want any apology. vale just doesn’t want anyone to reach HIS greatness. HIS status as a god. which is why he ended up being friendly with all of his past enemies on track, they’re out of the games now, of course! they couldn’t (and won’t now) reach his status as a god not even if they wanted to. except for the one that is still riding despite everything he went through

this is why, or at least i think it is, they will never really fully reconcile, IF not, maybe, in just one case: marc retires before he has reached (or surpassed) vale’s number of championships.

even in that case, i wouldn’t be really sure it could eventually happen. but it’s really the only scenario that seems probable to me.

[queerofthedagger]

the entirety of morgoth's ring is just an insane fucking book. what do you mean after 10 volumes of history of middle earth you can still make me go crawl up the walls chewing through brick. like. jesus fucking christ.

[heartslobbf]

[ID: fifteen shots from 'revolutionary girl utena' with black text on a white background edited over them. the first is of utena sitting in the planetarium, which is subsumed in darkness. behind her is the coffin she hid in as a child. text reads: 'time is so central that i forget about it.'

the second is of miki handing kozue the letter from their mother. text reads: 'i like postcards because they move through time and space.'

the third is of nanami sitting pensively in front of a cello and music stand. text reads: 'music, film, and writing move in time, beat by beat.'

the fourth is of utena and anthy standing beneath the projector, posing for a photo. text reads: 'photographs, sculptures, and architecture happen all at once,'

the fifth is of a dining table in front of nemuro memorial hall. the white tablecloth endlessly extends off the right side of the frame. text reads: 'though we experience them through time, revisiting them, moving arund and through them.'

the sixth is a close-up of the fourth shot. text reads: 'we document to share with the future.'

the seventh is of akio's dining table standing empty, whilst a red rose spins in the top right corner. text reads: 'we benefit from all the previous documents.'

the eighth is of utena prying open anthy's coffin, crying out to her. text reads: 'we say, "i was in this room once.'

the ninth is of baby utena curled up on a bed of roses, her eyes barely open and expression somber. text reads: 'it is a difficult room.'

the tenth is of utena's bloody hand reaching desperately out to anthy. text reads: 'i left this on the table for you. i hope it helps."'

the eleventh is of anthy staring up at utena, weeping freely. text reads: 'it's so obvious it's terrifying.'

the twelfth is a row of girls' shadows, changing behind a curtain. text reads: 'whoever you are, reading this interview, it would have been nice to meet you'

the thirteenth is of anthy standing in her pink outfit at the gates of ohtori, looking back at the tower. text reads: 'but i couldn't wait,'

the fourteenth is of a framed picture of utena and anthy. akio has been cropped out. there is a pink rose frame around the shot. text reads: 'i had to move on,'

the fifteenth is a close-up of the same photo with the same pink rose frame. utena and anthy are tentatively holding hands. text reads: 'i am already so far away.' /end ID]

richard siken, excerpt from the need for making / revolutionary girl utena (1997)

[coquelicoq]

went looking deep in my drafts for my list of favorite french words to pronounce to see if facétieuse was on there and 1) it wasn't, so i had the pleasure of adding it to the list, and 2) i then read one of the words at random and said, aloud, "oh my god" and had to immediately read the rest of the list out loud. insane mouthfeel. i should memorize the list and say it to myself when i get sad. anyway in case you're curious here's the list which i have sort of sorted into categories but don't think about it too hard because several words fit into multiple categories and also i probably missed some possible subgroupings. happy pronouncing~

words that are fun because of repeated vowels bonbon, ensemencement, manquement cocotte cumulus, pulluler raplapla tout fou (two words but one entry in the dictionary) volcanologie

words that are especially fun for me personally because i can't tell the difference between two vowels [ɔ̃] and [ɑ̃]: bombance, compensation, consciencieusement, contentement [ɔ] and [o]: autochtone, octogonaux, rococo, saucissonner

words that are fun because of repeated consonants sibilants: facétieuse, jaugeage, thésauriseuse glides and nasals: millionième, napoléonienne sibilants, glides, and nasal vowels: association, cessation, expiation, fascination, filialisation, glaciation, initiation, prononciation, scintillation, sensation, sentencieusement, vacillation quelconque traîtresse

words that are fun because they're the same thing twice with the last vowel changed clopin-clopant prêchi-prêcha

words that are fun because i love the symmetry of [eifje] déifier dragéifier gazéifier

words that are fun because i really like combos of [ik] or [ki] with optional friends [l] and/or [t] antiquité antithétique cliquetis coquelicot enquiquiner équilibre étiqueter héroïcomique kif-kif mastication pique-nique quiconque quiproquo rhythmique stoïque ticket

words that are fun because [j] a syllable or two after [ɲ] fucks severely champignonnière désignation ignominieux indignation

words that are fun because they're long with a string of alternating vowels and consonants that trips off the tongue antipathie authenticité habitabilité hétérogénéité infériorité parallélépipède territorialité tous azimuts

words that start with fun [p] consonant clusters pneu psittacidés psychédélique psychique

words that just have a certain je ne sais quoi architecture au-delà baby-foot gentilhommière houppe loufoque luxation mnémonique multimédia préalablement qualifier rouflaquettes saperlipopette scout schlinguer tacheter thérapeutique trouillomètre vrombir

[tisajest]

Guaranteed way to get me to enter a new fandom/check out a new series:

read a really good crossover fic

[cacophonylily]

no context Dungeon Meshi

[indigogirled]

it’s tuesday

[sableeira]

I will need several business days… or maybe weeks to process this episode

[arinmoss]

also here's list of other places to find me!

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tiktok: https://tiktok.com/@arinmoss (barely use this one tho lol)

basically im arinmoss almost everywhere and arin.moss on insta :3

[allastoredeer]

Have you finished Holy Suffering yet!? That fic and it's sequel are so good and are constantly living in my head rent free. They have inspired so many of my headcanons about Lucifer and Alastor and how they are what they are and how they work.

Yes, actually! "Holy Suffering" is complete! However, there are two posted fics that take place after it :3 the first being "Damage Control" and the second is "Chaggie's Totally Legitimate Dating 101 Crash Course" - say that ten times fast 😂

And 🥺 I'm so happy that I inspired headcanons for you! I love thinking about how Alastor and Lucifer tick and how a relationship between them would work.

[bl-inkstone]

traveler, wait! it's dangerous to go alone, so have some zhongli thoughts for company!

i think life with zhongli as your significant other would be best described as the love behind every little action and gesture the two of you make. even with all the years you've spent at each other's side (either married or just simply together), the romance never dies. but it shifts and goes through changes, like stone giving way to the gentle embrace of time.

one such example is when the love shared between you calms into something that can blend in with the walls of your home. it matches the color of your curtains, the painted flowers on cups left on your tea table, the clothbound books and scrolls tucked away into the red cedar scroll shelf you had diligently sought after and haggled for when your lover had mentioned it once in passing. it's in the crinkle of your eyes in the morning when you sit at your table together and eat. it's in the shape of his smile when he returns from his work in the funeral parlor to you and the home you've made together.

when you grind ink for him while he works beside you, or comb and tie his hair for him in the morning when sleep still clings to the edges of his eyes. when he combs and washes your hair for you in soothing baths, or leans down to massage the stress of the day away from your tense shoulders when you come back home to him.

acts of service that don't really feel like acts of service — not to zhongli or you. gestures of devotion seem like a more apt term, now, when love is so ingrained in your lives that the word can no longer be used to describe it. you've turned the word from noun to adjective, from adjective to action. love is such a small word for such a boundless concept, but you manage to fit it in every word, every action, and every day leaves zhongli helpless and wondering in the dead of night of what to do with all the love he holds in his hands, specially made just for you.

it's a song and dance he can never quite stray from. even when his heart calms in the daytime and he can look at you with all the assuredness of a lover that loves and knows he is loved in return, all five thousand years of wisdom leaves him when night comes and you're asleep in his arms. he has loved plenty in his long lifetime. friends, family, even past lovers that he can only maybe recall when he can recognize a quirk or quality present in you. but it's in your presence that zhongli remembers that even an archon can become just a man weak to the war between heart and mind. what good is five thousand years of wisdom when it can't tell him what to do with all the love he has for you? how can he show it without scaring you away? you know who he is and you've said time and time before that it doesn't scare you, that you love him no matter what form or identity he takes but what if —

you shift in your sleep and all thoughts cease as he swiftly readjusts his hold as to not disturb you any further. in the dark of your room, zhongli counts each breath and beat of your heart and wills his own to match the tempo of yours. in the morning, he'll reprimand himself for entertaining such foolish thoughts while you hum and converse in front of your shared vanity. he'll share these thoughts with you as he always has, and you'll put down your comb and grace his face with crystalfly kisses as you always have in return. your routine shifts to make room for assurance during the times when he needs it, and the same goes for him when you speak your own fears and doubts as well.

it's part of the comfort of your life together, as strange as it may sound, that you live with all the joys and lows your love brings. sometimes, he wishes he can give you more and do away with all his mortal doubts completely, but a moment of contemplation reveals that it is exactly these doubts that make the softer aspects your lives shine all the more brighter. is this why you allow yourself to feel all your emotions, rather than push back and try to reason them away? is this why you've always placed so much importance in letting him know that should he ever need it, your shoulder is his to lean on? zhongli understands the rationale behind it and has given similar advice to mortals he's met before, of course, but it seems that even he is not immune to the irrationality of the heart. there is much wisdom to still be learned, he concedes. five thousand years is no match for an emotion that has existed since the dawn of teyvat, after all.

time doesn't completely erase all the insecurities of a man who has loved and lost so many in his long lifetime, but zhongli finds that he doesn't entirely mind. come trials and tribulations, he'll stand firm and weather it so long as he can keep holding your hand through it all.

[amalgamationink]

NAPOWRIMO24 #14: THE AUTHOR RESPONDS TO HIS DECADE-OLD SUICIDE NOTE