#this is not meant in a negative way

[silverglimse-productions]

Just started watching Neverafter (I’m on the second episode) and while I think Ally’s character seems fun, I feel like I’m not really connecting with Mother Goose like I am with the rest of the cast, and I think the reason why just hit me

I’m not a native English speaker, so I didn’t grow up with those nursery rhymes that gets referenced (I only know Jack be nimble, Jack be quick from a Set It Off song, and didn’t know there was more to it than that), so I feel like I’m on the backfoot more with his story than with the others, because I actually grew up with translated versions of those fairytales (other than PiB, who I genuinely thought Shrek had made up lmao)

I’m excited to see if it turns out that do know some rhymes down the line though

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[thirdmagic]

[softenedsunbeams]

hearthians: ohhh silly four eyed guys!! :]

nomai: ohhh silly goat guys!!! :]

owlks: ohhh silly owl guysWHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEIR MOUTHS ARE PLACED THERE OHH MY GOD

[marzipanandminutiae]

you really have a take for everything, huh?

Yes, I have opinions and discuss them on my blog, like most people tend to!

Thank you for noticing!

[justa-moth]

dbda as the onion headlines <3

(and also gifs this time because im learning,,,,) (textposts i've done!) pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 7

[cuubism]

i said i might write something based on Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda and well. yeah.

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“Have you been thinking much of this time?” Dream asks.

They are at the beginning. The ancient, smoky main room of the White Horse, all the way back then, when that sweet, starlit entity had loomed over Hob with challenge and strangeness and then swept away again, leaving the start of a story in his wake. Only this time, Dream is sitting with him, and the rest of the room is faded out, as it had when Hob had first seen him, this collected truth of the universe.

(Dream does not believe in objective truth—of course he doesn’t, he is made of dreams—though he would not articulate it that way if asked. Hob, meanwhile, knows at least one truth, and it’s what he feels when he looks at Dream.)

“Don’t you think of it?” he asks, wrapping an arm around Dream’s waist, fingers over his hipbone. It is a dream, but that distinction does not matter to Hob much anymore.

“I suppose. I think of much.”

“‘Course you do.” He strokes his hand up and down Dream’s side, and Dream hums. “I wondered about following you. Think if I did you’d have been gone into smoke already.”

“Yes. I did not care to stay long.”

“Nor I,” Hob admits.

“Truly?” says Dream, with surprise.

“Was thinking about you too much,” Hob says. “How could I go back to just chatting with my mates when I had seen you?”

“Why did you stay, then?”

“You have to take time with your mates while you have it,” Hob says. “Didn’t need six hundred years of life to know that one. Just a couple dozen deaths. Had the rest of eternity to mull over you, after all.”

“And did you?” Dream asks.

“Oh, yes.” He pulls Dream close. Slides over until he’s half in his lap, straddling his thigh, perfectly placed to kiss him. Hands on his shoulders, his neck, the sharp cut of his jaw. Once, Hob had held him from afar, like a wish. Now, Hob holds him close, as dream, as friend, as lover, in his human way, with sweat and time and hands.

“I mulled over you like fine wine,” Hob says, twisting his fingers in Dream’s hair, and Dream smiles. Hob kisses him again. Sips of his mouth like mulled wine, indeed. But his love for Dream is nothing so fleeting as spice on his tongue.

Or as fleeting as Dream sometimes thinks it will be. Dream is a living love poem to creation. But he does not know how to be loved in the way Hob wants to love him. In the way Hob does love him. Hob thinks that Dream knows how to be loved as a dream is loved, as a hope is loved, as an ideal is loved: held in glass, or in the sky, distant, perfect, disappointing up close. Parts of him are held as bubbles in different souls, but never in entirety.

He knows how to be loved as a nightmare is loved, bloody fear and history, raw closeness, curling in the humors of the body. He has been loved as a story is loved, which is to say, as creation is loved, as transmission is loved, as distance, as connection, as hearts on radio waves, as endings are loved, the pathways of him, container and fill.

Dream does not know how to be loved as a person is loved.

Hob loves him still when he grows teeth, and when a sweet taste comes to his mouth. Hob loves him as potential, as uncertainty. Story unset in stone. In softening belly and uneven step. Hob will show him how to be loved as a person is loved, because Dream is a person, especially when he insists he is not, and Hob loves him as one, has loved him as one, and Dream, who is used to being loved as dreams, cannot comprehend this.

He asks, sometimes. Why? Not even in a hurt, self-hating way. In a genuinely curious way, for he is not used to it. Hob hasn’t had the answer to that. Just trust that I do.

This moment, kissing Dream in the smoke of memory, is an answer. This is the beginning, but a fragment of words comes back to him, read in the between-time, when they were apart.

“You wanted to know why I loved you.” His lips are to Dream’s skin as he speaks, moved to his throat, his chest, pulling open his high collar, as Dream shivers under him. In the Dreaming, things can be like other things in a way that makes no sense in the Waking; Dreaming-sense is like a collage, the distant truth of collected fragments. And so touching Dream’s skin is like stepping out into the earliest morning, before the human world’s woken up, and feeling what’s un-meant to be felt.

“I do not think love needs a why,” Dream says. “Yet I have wondered.”

He gets it, Hob thinks, except that he doesn’t let himself.

He traces the harsh line of Dream’s collarbone with his mouth. Dream is full of harsh lines and seems incapable of letting softness stick to his bones. “‘I love you because I know no other way than this.’”

“I am familiar with the poem,” Dream says, but his voice is caught on Hob's words, his long fingers disbelieving in Hob’s hair.

“Are you?”

“Between shadow and soul is where dreams reside,” says Dream.

“And what about Dream?” Hob says, looking up at him, stressing the singular.

Dream’s lips purse, and Hob goes back to kissing his chest, up his sternum, over his heart. “I know,” he says between kisses, “no other way. Than this.”

Dream tangles him up, long arms, legs curled together, shadow and star around him. Hob’s loved him so long that he doesn’t remember what it was like not to. He has been tangled up in Dream since the beginning. It is what he is.

“A dream resides where it is wanted,” says Dream, finally answering his question. His voice has roughened, his breath has quickened, affected by Hob’s touch, by the words of the poem. Each lick, and kiss, and bite coils the Dreaming closer around them. One day it might be harder to wake up than to fall asleep.

“It’s wanted,” Hob says, and claims his beautiful mouth, pressing him back against the wall. His hair in its uncontrollable frissons, his eyes in their changeable void, his needy starvation of a thousand unanswered love poems—this kiss is a response to those missives. Dream is in the shadowed parts of him, in his turning points, in the words he speaks. Hob sees his answer in the tears that bead along his eyes but refuse to fall, in his darkness and whimsical creations, and his surprised, gentle pleasure when he’s kissed.

Hob loves him so. There’s no moral or end to that story. Hob’s love for Dream is. Full stop. End of sentence.

[nyancrimew]

maia i imagine you with a really high pitched kitty voice so every time i see your actual interviews i get horrible whiplash

dw i get horrible whiplash from my own voice too

[bambiraptorx]

okay list of reasons why Big Mama's Assistant might wear makeup (as per her comic design) because I do genuinely think that would be interesting to explore:

She does it because she works primarily in a business environment, and it's considered "more professional" to have makeup on and/or "unprofessional" to not wear it, similar to real life. (This implies that she spends a significant amount of time working without her mask on.)

She does it because Big Mama wears makeup in her human form, and has developed an association between "being powerful and taken seriously" and wearing makeup (conscious or subconscious).

She personally enjoys wearing makeup.

As a subpoint of the above, it would actually be hilarious if her markings were actually really intense eye makeup. No, she doesn't look like that naturally she painted it on. She regularly switches up the pattern and color.

If this is a scenario where she usually wears the mask, it trips people up whenever they see her without it because she almost always has different markings. Many people are convinced that it's different people in the same uniform.

She isn't actually allowed to wear makeup, but since her face is hidden by her mask most of the time, she wears it as a form of silent rebellion. (This might work with my version of her ngl.)

There's plenty more reasons why she might wear it, these were just kinda off the top of my head.

[bloomingbluebell]

since playing twilight princess again i cannot get behind the lu fandom characterization of twilight and wild i'm sorry. like i think twilight would be an overprotective big brother figure towards wild, absolutely. but wild doesn't take that sitting down. he doesn't like being coddled, and it's pretty clear (side note: i do really appreciate the analysis posts about wars and how hard he's been on wild potentially pushing wild closer and closer to a rather big memory. you can sort of see how twilight is not happy with how warriors is acting, but he's not saying anything right now. probably because it's not his place to, and also probably because wild wouldn't want him to right now).

i think that twilight and wild have a very different relationship to what most of the lu fandom thinks. they're close - that much is obvious from how they react when the other is hurt, and how twilight pushed through the rest to get to wild during the memories comic. but i think that a lot of the time, it feels like wild only exists around twilight, or he can't be left without twi otherwise he'll "do something stupid" or whatever. wild doesn't exactly appreciate twi's protectiveness or his advice all of the time, but he still looks up to twilight. despite whatever went down when they first met, wild worked to gain twi's trust in order for them to be so close. they're equals - just like the rest of the chain are equals. and yes, wild does a fair amount of dumb things and he's impulsive about it, but i would like to argue that twilight also does a fair amount of dumb things (in game and in comic)

(i think it also kinda feeds in to how wild is sort of infantilized by the fanbase. he's already not exactly trusted by the rest of the chain (legend especially, for some reason), and i think i'd like to explore that and how his relationship with legend formed. they seem to think he's sort of a loose cannon, especially after the previous arcs. wild hasn't seemed to realize it yet, but i do think something is coming, especially with him and warriors)

[witchspeka]

I dont think Mob is naive as much as he's socially unaware, like the reason why he trusts Reigen so blindly is a bit more complex than just him being naive

Cause Mob reached out to Reigen because he was desperate to find someone like him, someone who understood his psychic specific issues, someone that could truly know what he's feeling and going through and give him guidance and support

Post incident Mob's thinking process was something along the lines of my powers hurt people -> my powers are bad -> my powers (my emotions, my instincts, myself) cannot be trusted

So he lost all confidence and trust in his own actions, resigning to being as passive as possible to avoid any further damage to anyone else, thus he started doubting his own perception of reality too

He's a kid already struggling with being ostracised for being socially inept, who just got traumatised and all of his insecurity increased by the tenfold, he doesn't know how to process what he's going through. He needs help.

And here comes Reigen, seemingly reliable, a responsible adult in a child's eyes, someone who claims he can understand him

Even tho Reigen doesnt. But it doesn't matter, because Mob finds comfort in his words and takes them to heart

Even if Reigen doesn't fully get it, even if he doesn't see the bigger picture, even if his advice isn't always the best

Eventually, Mob grows up, realises Reigen isn't as honest as he seemed through his 11 year old perspective, but like most things, he refuses to acknowledge it on a deeper level

Mob knows, but never tells Reigen, never thinks about what all those lies mean to him (ofc until he forces himself to face those doubts regarding Reigen, to properly acknowledge both of their flaws and accept them as they are, I should scream into the void about Confession Arc more God)

Due to his lack of trust in himself, Mob has relied on Reigen for years now to shape his moral compass, his thoughts, his decisions

Because well, Reigen lies, sure, but he isnt a bad person. When he hurts Mob, it isn't intentional or with ill intent, he still wants the best for him, what's the issue?

Except that it stunts Mob's growth. He doesn't develop as a person, doesn't have goals or wishes or ambitions, can't make choices on his own, he doesn't even let himself acknowledge his own emotions, he refuses to let himself exist

But Mob realises in time that he wants more than that, he wants to become better and be independent and feel again

Still, he puts the acknowledgement of the lies on hold for as long as he can, unwilling to question the way things are

This can make him feel a little naive, he constantly relies on Reigen and trusts his decisions and raises questions rarely until separation arc when he finally puts his foot down

And I do think that moment is the most resounding proof we have that Mob knows and allows himself to be used by Reigen, not wanting to shake the status quo, until he gets fed up

I mentioned the social ineptitude at the beggining but idk if I should even elaborate on that, you've watched the show, you know what I mean

He's blunt and can't read social cues or tonality that well and can't speak in front of crowds and is overall pretty awkward and I do think some people conflate that with naivety

Mob is still a child, he doesnt fully understand how the world works at the ripe age of 14 years old, but some folks take that as him being inherently naive/innocent/whatever which I don't find true

[organized-chaotic-disaster]

Being fat is sexy, actually. And this includes people with body types that don't fit societal beauty standards (i.e., big bellies, double chins, fat arms)

Fat people are hot and we need to stop pretending they aren't xo

[mangofanarts]

I'll be honest, I don't think Phil's fitting to be a father or guardian to the other islanders in the way that the fandom sees him to be -like an ultra caring father whose there for everybody (granted, not everyone in the fandom interprets him this way, though it's a lot of people). I don't see Philza as someone who has the energy or even wants to care for other people in a parental figure way. Much less the emotional vulnerability to do that when he views them as an adult too, someone on his level since, that's what they usually are - adults just like him. The way that Philza comes across to me is just a person who wants to take care of his eggs (Tallulah, Chayanne) and that's it. And I think it's fine if he wants to mind his own business and not involve himself with drama/conflict that's happening.

I assume people do it because Philza seems to be the "old" one (old in quotations because there are other characters who are older than him) and from the whole bit of everyone calling him dad from his team in purgatory. But, trying to label Philza as an (adult islander)'s dad feels strange to me. Adults can just be friends with each other, it doesn't inherently have to be a certain role so that they can be a family.

There's only two exceptions that would make sense to me, one would be Wilbur (he introduced himself as Philza's son and Philza has said that Chayanne is Wilbur's brother, from what I remember- but take it with a grain of salt. it's just me going off memory.) Their relationship is something that they established as a father and son dynamic, Tallulah even calling Philza her grandpa before she was adopted by him and then changed it. The second exception is Baghera because she wants him to be a father figure to her, she wants that kind of dynamic with him. Even then, Philza has referred to her as a "friend" to his kids before when Tallulah asked if they weren't safe anymore because he doesn't actually view Baghera as a daughter. He sees her as an equal, a friend. Nor do I think that Philza will want to be a father figure to Baghera in that kind of way.

I've just been seeing people label Philza as other people's dad often and it's just not something that I understand, at least from what I've seen of his character.

[letsreadonepiece]

brb tearing up about usopp disbanding his tiny lil pirate crew. 🥺 and the way so much of their village lowkey depended on usopp's lies to keep track of their days lol.

i love how usopp is this guy who's known for lying, and everyone calls them lies, but kaya and the lil veggie boys found so much happiness listening to his tall tales! stories are important, and can make you happy!!!

i also love how usopp himself isn't angry that his father wasn't there for his childhood bc usopp himself grew up on the tall tale of his dad being a brave warrior of the sea, but how important and validating it was to him when he found out his dad really is a pirate, and part of shanks's crew to boot. that yasopp out there living his best pirate life wasn't a lie adter all, but also how usopp probably grew up forcing himself to have faith in something that might not have been true, might have just been a dream, and how it relates to the way all of usopp's lies are kind of like dreams too.

idk, i think there's something to be said about how lies can be stories, and dreams can be stories too, and the truth of the emotions that lie beneath all of those things. that a lie with effort put into it can become the truth, how a dream necessitates effort to become a reality. i think it'll also be interesting to contrast this with sanji's dream of finding the all blue, and how so many people think its existence is a lie.

anyways tl;dr maybe beautiful lies can turn into real dreams. maybe if you pretend to be a brave warrior of the sea for long enough, one day you'll find yourself with a 200M berry bounty and a poster that calls you "god". brave warrior of the sea indeed!

[infizero]

counting this as a low empathy sonic moment

[ace-apple]

i mean this in the nicest slash lighthearted way possible but i love when ppl fall for the ccs trolling when talking abt the status of their cubitos. like youre actually believing them??? lol. lmao even