#this is probably gonna end badly

[pidgydraws]

IMO

i make a lot of very fluffy, sentimental, art~ but i need everyone to know just how much i fucking hate these two (adoringly. with all my heart.)

[illmoraineakoi]

Hey, I just realized that we're all probably actively contributing to Green's potential Influencer Crisis.

Alan and his team made a real channel for Green.

We found it. We've flocked to it. We've left comments of adoration, enticed by the idea of interacting with Green himself.

This was all probably intentional. This was all probably planned.

This was all audience participation.

Because we are all contributing to Green's influencer arc. We are provoking it. We are pushing him more and more towards the allure of popularity, to the delicious thrill of attention.

WE are the pitfall that so many people fall victim to when trying to be modern content creators.

Alan and his team have made us Green's REAL audience.

And it will hurt us all the more, when we eventually see what our actions have wrought. Because we've actually played a part in the story. It will be the consequences of our actions we see play out.

Or, at least, I can only hope that's the direction this goes. Tackling such a delicate topic as infliencer egoism and fame addiction is difficult, but this is a prime opportunity for Alan to send a message to us, the audience, the ones ultimately responsible for instigating and encouraging such toxic behaviors in modern influencers, and remind us that our actions and our attention and our greed to consume has real consequences on the person on the other side of the account.

A phenomena that Alan himself is likely very familiar with, as an animator who has to deal with 28.6 million subscribers constantly thirsty for more content.

I want it to be that deep. I want it so bad. It would be such an amazing thing to do.

[occasionallycjshipping]

“{Breathe, Heart.}” Soul whispers into the sensitive skin of Heart’s throat, the line of it bared to him, the possibility of taking it in teeth, rending the muscle, painting the skin purple, all so utterly obvious. Heart shivers, twitches, whatever term Soul can use for it- Soul presses his lips against the bottom of his neck and feels his pulse flutter and speed up, like a desperate bird’s wings. Like his wings.

Soul kisses up Heart’s neck, allowing himself to stain the pure thing, taste its sweat, bruise it up, and then nestles into the crook of it and Heart’s jaw. He breaks from Heart, raises his voice: “{Breathe.}” There’s an edge to it, telling Heart to follow, and it doesn’t matter why. It shouldn’t. Soul knows, here and now at the very least, Heart will do what he asks without any questions, and it leaves him with a satisfied grin and a kind of pleased thrill up his chest. {How far does it go? Well, that’s a question for another day, maybe never realistically, yet it’s one he wants to answer, needs to the same way he needs the fragile line of Heart’s neck in his fingers, in his hands, like a toy reserved for him only, a claim which Soul’s lipstick and his bruises corroborate in turns.}

Heart drags in a shuddering, deep breath that hitches.

“{There you are. That wasn’t so bad, right?}”

Heart shakes his head. It’s always something whenever Soul drives him to silence.

Soul has Heart completely at his disposal - what does he want to do?

For now - he will make chances like this later, hopefully - he grips the base of Heart’s wing, leans down, and bites. Not the most thought out thing, exactly - there is no thought of desecration, only divinity coming apart in his mouth, and unsurprisingly, it tastes like feathers. Until he yanks the flesh of it into his mouth, gagging a bit as the feathers hit the back of his throat but he digs his teeth into Heart’s flesh and hot blood runs down his throat and there’s his heartbeat, thrumming awfully fast. This all must be a pain for him, judging by the senseless squirm and shake of his wing, not that Soul cares. Soul is busy, drunk on consumption. Fulfilment. There is a clawing emptiness inside him where in humans a heart literal would lie, and in this moment, it is, finally, satisfied.

He cuts out and chews up a part of Heart’s flesh. It’s not about the taste, really, not about the iron almost bitter that spills into the hollow between his gums and cheek, it’s about chewing, the fullness, the harsh pulse, the softness of the feathers, the warmth that almost burns. And this is not cutting Heart open, but it is close, it is close, the workings of Heart’s divinity all there, and he can stick his tongue into the source of the blood and widen the wound and get salt, almost like tears. His tongue does not rival the dexterity of fingers, but somehow Soul doesn’t care. It’s almost animalistic - all of this is, as his teeth bloody, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He opens up the flesh, carves pieces off, swallows, devours, ruins.

Slowly, as if waking up, he becomes aware of a pained whine.

Soul blinks, tears another chunk out of Heart’s flesh, swallows down feathers, imbibes divinity. He listens.

On a thought, he drinks Heart in, and leaves his wing mauled - damaged and hanging limply from his side, he looks like a true angel.

[s0fter-sin]

they really 50/50’d the thunderbolts with characters i like and characters i couldn’t give less of a shit about

[churrobear]

[hurlumerlu]

*arrives to Only Friends a year late with unbranded coffee*

[danieyells]

I feel like Haku would like to laugh during sex. Like he fully embraces that, if you think about it, what you're doing is weird and funny. Sex is full of funny sounds and feelings and smells and movements and it is not that serious and he can't take it that seriously.

On top of that he's happy to be there with you. Why wouldn't he smile and laugh about it?

Obviously he'd try and reel it in if it made you feel uncomfortable or worried that you were being insulted--or he would try and turn those feelings around. What do you think he's laughing at in a negative way? He'll start to praise that instead. He'll practically start to worship it. Try and make you feel appreciated instead.

[arovalentines]

some bobbles (+ two unfinished things)

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Principle of Moments

start of a scifi space opera series

a teen girl in the far future where humans are oppressed learns she has a destiny & a lost sister and escapes

and a young time traveler who’s given up trying to find his father through time, and is about to settle in 1812 with the prince he loves, but is unwillingly thrust into the future

they both learn their fates are entangled by a prophecy, and have to race across the galaxy, followed by a galactic emperor and the legacy of heroes from an ancient religion

[rapidhighway]

Hnngg

[imaginarianisms]

more asoiaf comparisons, parallels & antiparallels to the first dance of the dragons vs the second & final dance of the dragons (& possibly the sixth blackfyre rebellion): the blacks being daenerys i targaryen's supporters, the golds being aegon vi targaryen's supporters, tommen baratheon being a close equivalent to gaemon palehair & his mother essie & sylvenna sand which may be interpreted as a parallel with queen cersei lannister & taena merryweather of myr, trystane truefyre being a close equivalent to aegon/young griff & perkin being jon connington & the shepherd being the new high septon the high sparrow, dalton greyjoy being euron i greyjoy's ancestor & the latter surpassing him, alyn waters later alyn velaryon resembling aurane waters later aurane velaryon & finishing what their ancestors started. history repeats itself.

[orcelito]

Ykno when ur lookin at an artist and ur like "man, I want to commission art from You, Specifically"

I have something in mind for a scene that's coming up in ITNL (whenever I start writing again) that would be really cool, & I know Exactly who I'd want it by... except they don't have open commission slots 😭😭😭

I can be patient, though... I have been patient before...

[midnight-els]

Sergei's "It would not be wise for me to be listening to non-politically approved music at work" versus the jazz as Margo works in her Roscosmos office in 4x04

It's non-diegetic BUT

Something something about Margo's core and her convictions remaining greater than political considerations even as she falls further under Irina's influence.

You can reduce the self-assurance and the power, you can give her crumbs of work to make her complicit in your agency's actions, but you can't take the jazz and you can't take the belief in what is right.

That only we can hear it now versus 1x04 when she was not only listening but actually playing the piano herself can be read as something about alienation and hiding parts of herself trying to survive in a hostile place.

She has her jazz records and piano in her apartment, but so much else is missing from her life. Now she has her work back, the disparate parts of herself are moving towards convergence and, hopefully, the plot towards her retaking some power.

Maybe by the end of the season we'll see some jazz played at Star City.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <333

[guinevereslancelot]

just met with my old coworker from my last job for breakfast and she told me all the gossip and how my evil old supervisor is going down in flames already 🤭❤️

[imperpetuallylost]

kinda crazy but…

im gay for you

:o no way i’m also gay for u <3