#this is what i do instead of doing homework

[silverskye13]

Silver's Care Guide for the Impulsively Inclined:

Hi, did you just receive bad news? Are you one of the many many people who, upon receiving bad news, react with self destructive spirals, or lash out in a need for control? Are you just really fucking sad, or angry, and would like an alternative to hurting yourself and others? Are you just feeling a little manic or impulsive?

Welcome to my handy guide for alternative (self) destruction! These are alternatives to physical and immediate harm to your person. That does not necessarily mean they are safe, just safer, and they are all things I've done before to mixed results. With that in mind.

Remember the golden rule: if what you're doing cannot be fixed, repaired, or healed within an hour, don't fucking do it. You have one body, and one life, and regardless of what your thoughts say in the moment, that body and life is necessary for your future happiness. Prioritize yourself; harm objects instead.

Alternatives to harming yourself or others:

Kick something loud. A tin can. A plastic bag. Take it to an outdoor space and see how far you can kick it, and how loud a sound you can make. If you have multiple objects to kick, listen to the differences in sound. How one thing sounds hollow and another rattles.

Kick something soft. A pillow. A hackey-sack. Take it to an outdoor space, or kick it against a sturdy wall (I recommend brick or stone). Listen to the sound of the batting, or the beans. See what shapes you can get it to land in, and how deep a divot your foot can leave.

Tear paper. Get a cheap notebook, some old bills you don't need, note cards or old magazines. See how big of pieces you can make. Put several sheets in your hand and see how thick the paper can get before you can't tear it anymore. See how thin of strips you can tear. Experiment with folding it into shapes and trying to tear along the lines.

Do a very small controlled burn. Newspaper, a cheap notebook from the dollar store, a handful of old homework assignments you don't need, a candle, etc. The best objects are ones made to burn such as matches or candles. In lieu of that, focus specifically on paper, as it will have fewer chemicals/fumes that can damage your lungs if you inhale smoke. Take it to a well ventilated place, the floor of a concrete garage, your driveway, an empty lot or sidewalk. If you have a burn barrel or fire pit, use it. If you have no access to any of these things, make the burn very small [less than half a page at a time] and confine it to your sink. If your building has automatic sprinkler systems, don't do this. Light one edge of your paper on fire and watch it curl. See if you can burn small, individual poke-holes in the page. If you are lighting a candle, watch the wax melt. See if you can light one match using another. When a match is used, try and burn what's left of the stick. If you want some extra catharsis, write a person you hate, a source of your angst, or just general thoughts on the paper you're burning.

Throw rocks. Go outside and touch grass -- and look for rocks while you're there. All sizes are fair game, but the bigger they are, the harder they are to throw. I recommend something the size of a marble. Gather a number of rocks and throw them one at a time, trying to hit targets like trees or fence posts. If you can find a convenient body of water, throw them in there and listen to the splash.

Skip rocks. Skipping rocks across the top of the water can also be a fun challenge to use your aggression on. For skipping rocks specifically, you want a stone that is smooth and flat. Hold it between your forefinger and your thumb, and throw sideways in an arcing motion. You are trying to get the rock to spin. The combination of the spin, and the force, and the flat side hitting the water, causes the skip. I average 3 skips per stone. Beat my average. My Papa, who taught me, used to routinely get 5-7 skips. Beat him after you beat me.

Play a violent or fast paced video game. Most people have games on their mobile or console devices these days. Pick something quick, with low investment and high reward. Shoot-em-ups and arcade games. Something with a number that ticks up, and stock zombies you can kill. Try to beat your high score, or aim for an exact number. My lucky number is 13, so I will often try to score a number that's a multiple of 13.

Break glass. This one requires some investment to do legally and safely. Note: I am not telling you to throw rocks at people's windows or vandalize property. This is an alternative to those things. Find or obtain (I buy mine at Michael's for $10) some glass panes. They can be multicolored if you're feeling fun. Cover a pane in an old sheet or the plastic bag you bought it in. With a thick soled shoe or a rubber mallet, smash it. Try to make fun shapes with the pieces. Listen to the crunch. Keep a broom and dustpan ready, and make sure you have dedicated time to clean the mess. There is nothing worse than walking barefoot through a room and cutting open your foot.

Smash pumpkins, guards, watermelon, etc. Exactly what it says on the tin. Grab your murder-able vegetable of choice and a weapon (stick, hammer, sword, axe, etc) and go wild. Make as big a mess as you can. I mean absolutely destroy that fruit. If you aren't covered in the blood of your prey, have you really won? Take a long shower afterwards, and wear clothes you don't mind staining. Too depressed to clean up the mess? It's fruit. The local wildlife will thank you. Though if it's summer, you may get ants/bees.

Switch a tree. Find a switch. If your parents never made you pick your own switch, congratulations. If they did, you know exactly what you're looking for. Grab a stick, something green and flexible and long -- whip like. Go to the tree you wish to switch, and smack the shit out of it. You can also do this to bushes. Try to make the whip-crack noise, listen to the whistle of the branch through the air. See if you can take the individual leaves off a branch. Smack the shit out the tree with your switch until the switch breaks. If you're still feeling angry and impulsive, rinse and repeat.

Alternatives to moping sadly / wallowing in self pity:

Write a list of things you enjoy. This is just to remind you that you do have joy in life, actually. Focus on finding the smallest things possible, the ones that are truly niche to you and you alone. An example for me would be the strange purple-red color your veins take on when bright light is shining through them. I could stare at that color for ages. I'm talking really strange, personal joys. The way a sharpie brand pen clicks. How saying a word too much turns it into not-a-word. Make a list of those things.

Find a favorite texture and run your hands over it. Over and over. Obsessively. If this texture happens to be a pet, all the better! If not, that is also fine. My favorite texture is running my fingers through my hair when I've put hair gel in it. The feeling of detangling it with my fingers, all the sharp brittle hairs loosening into softness again, is the most cathartic in the world. Close second is my fingernails on very cheap construction paper, the pulpy stuff they give to kindergartners. Pass your hands through the texture until it loses its allure. Listen to the sounds it makes when you run your hands across/through it. Smell it, and smell your hands after you've touched it. Rub it on other parts of your body, like your arms or your neck. Try to pick it up with your feet.

Eat your favorite food. I don't give two shits about calories. This is comfort. If you don't have access to your favorite food, or it is too hard to cook with the energy levels you have, get the closest approximation you can find, or get your second favorite. Eat it slowly. Try to pick the tastes apart on your tongue. Make obnoxious noises while you eat, or eat it in a way you normally wouldn't. Eat ice cream with chopsticks. Eat soup with a butter knife. Lick pudding off the tines of a fork. Use your hands I don't care. Slurp out of the bowl like a dog. Pretend you're a caveman. Get stupid and silly. It's food. It's food. It's food. Enjoy every moment of it!

Tell a friend how awesome they are. Pop into their inbox and ask them about their day. Call them and ask for five minutes of their time. Invite them to dinner. You don't have to get super heartfelt if you're scared of being weird. Just say "Hey, have I told you you're awesome recently? Because you are." Be prepared to list at least one reason why.

Go cry about it. Seriously. In the words of my boss, "Sounds like you need to drink a bottle of wine, put on the saddest episode of your favorite TV show, and have a good sob fest." Crying is a releasing of built up chemicals in your brain, which is why people sometimes cry when they're happy or pissed -- you've got too many emotions inside and you need to literally put them outside. So if you're feeling the Miseries and need a quick release, give yourself a reason to cry and go for it. And I'm not talking like, tasteful wife mourning her husband lost to war with a single stoic tear down her face. Get ugly. Sob your eyes out. Scream, and wail, and thrash. Pretend you're an Irish widow who's just lost her child to famine and dirge. Lament. Do that thing in the Bible where people are so upset they tear at their clothes. When you're done, breathe, and breathe, and breathe again. That feels... Better. Doesn't it?

Listen to calming music, or sing/hum a song. This one might just be a me thing, but it is hard to be truly miserable when there's a soundtrack playing in your thoughts. This works best if the music you're listening to has no words, and is calming. We are not looking for sad mixes on YouTube. We are looking for lofi, and orchestra, and rainy mood. Something to dampen thought, not enhance it. I like putting on rain sounds and humming as I walk through my house. It lets me take action while still providing background noise I can rely on.

And that's about it, I think. I hope! My scattering of thoughts can help you! Or at least get you thinking about what works best for you. Feel free to add your own thoughts in the comments and I will try to reblog them!

Remember: we are prioritizing the safety of self here. This is to curb impulses for self harm, and self destruction, and the harming of others. Above all else, stay safe.

You've got this. I believe in you.

[wizard-appreciator]

Hi! Actually everything that person just said is true! AI IS extremely unethical and is actively destroying our planet! Here are a couple of articles that talk about how much fucking energy AI consumes! Also you could try doing your own research sometimes you dipshit

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2023/dec/23/ai-chat-gpt-environmental-impact-energy-carbon-intensive-technology

https://www.technologyreview.com/2024/05/23/1092777/ai-is-an-energy-hog-this-is-what-it-means-for-climate-change/

https://www.businessinsider.com/chatgpt-generative-ai-environment-climate-change-global-emissions-2023-9

And here's even a couple of YouTube videos if you don't like reading! But i would strongly advise you to do your research yourself instead of saying stupid bullshit online!:

https://youtu.be/RT8-GlA_rkM?si=j_h0xPr0PI6uAsSg

https://youtu.be/SkWzwoDIGmE?si=k_lOQgRWmf-Q9oyk

And here are even more articles! And just so you know, i will not be doing this again! Next time you do your homework yourself, buddy!

https://www.techradar.com/pro/generative-ais-energy-demands-are-accelerating-the-climate-crisis-top-researcher-warns-of-environmental-impact-of-googles-new-search-feature

https://www.cryptopolitan.com/ai-impact-on-climate-change/

Also, yes! By literal definition Hatsune Miku is an artificial intelligence (AI) in canon. She might be a vocaloid in our world, but in the canon of the vocaloid world she is an artificial intelligence that is a singer and a performer! And Miku supports human and non-human artists, but no one can call the AI we have in our current state "an artist", because for now it is merely replicating the art that has already been made, and it doesn't even have consent from the original artists, and also Miku is the owner of the world (click to open link), so i don't think she would be happy if she saw that her fellow AI's are destroying it. So yeah! Go eat shit ig idk. And id also like to see your sources, so Go diva! And by "Go" i mean Go kill yourself!

And yeah, i don't really care if people use ai for fun or personal projects that no one will see or really care about, that don't consume a lot of resources, but i DO care about people spreading misinformation! I wouldn't have even looked at this post twice if you haven't said anything about AI not doing any harm or Miku being cool with AI. Please do research yourself. And stop using AI.

@wuxingbianji

[mllemaenad]

I really do not understand why Varric is the one pursuing Solas. I mean, I understand the Doylist explanation – Varric is a beloved character who will now have featured in three separate games, as well as multiple novels and comics.

But the Watsonian explanation is not clicking. I did my homework. I sat down and read The Missing, but that did not help at all. In fact, I have now considered my Inquisitor and am completely confident that Dirthara Lavellan's plan for dealing with the Solas problem would absolutely not be "send the ageing viscount of Kirkwall on a months long wild goose chase, with the apparent end goal of ... talking Solas out of his plan".

First, I don't see why Varric would be the most likely person to be able to reach Solas. The Inquisitor herself seems the more reasonable option.

Second, Varric is viscount of Kirkwall, a city-state notorious for setting itself on fire if you take your eyes off it for five minutes. I appreciate Alistair had a few adventures in the graphic novels, and there was that time Maric got lost in the Deep Roads but ... broadly, heading up the "Stop Solas" taskforce is a whole separate responsibility that does not seem to be something you should allocate to a man who has the Worst City in Thedas to rule.

Third ... seriously, the plan is to find Solas and have a chat? That's it? It's clearly it. All through The Missing, they keep noting that they don't really know what they'll do if they actually stumble across Solas. And the backup plan, to which Harding occasionally alludes and at which Varric consistently baulks, is to stab Solas until he stops moving. That one ... also doesn't inspire much confidence.

At this point, I'm not sure what Solas's plan entails or exactly what the outcome will be. I'm not even 100% sure I'm opposed to it. I recognise that the narrative is telegraphing that this is bad but, eh, they say that about blood magic too, and my feelings on that are much more complicated.

Surely, instead of chasing Solas all over the map like a fantasy Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?, we should be researching what his scheme entails, and potentially how to disrupt it. There have to be options other than this. We have a game series littered with elven scholars like Merrill, accomplished mages like Dorian or Morrigan, thoughtful rebels like Briala or Anders and ... we're ... not ... going to do anything with that?

In both Origins and Inquisition the set up established that there was a solid plan that unexpectedly failed: the Battle of Ostagar in the former and the Conclave in the latter. While I was not a fan of how many of its established plot lines Inquisition chose to just blow up instead of actually resolving, I at least understand how both scenarios led to a rag tag band who should never have been responsible for any of this saving the world. Dragon Age 2 was about the systematic failure of government in Kirkwall and, again, Hawke is forced to act as the people in power utterly refuse to do anything reasonable at all.

Here, my question is – why are we doing it like this now, before we have to?

Ah, well. Maybe it will become clear in time. I may look back on this post and laugh.

[strnilolover]

.✦ ── Close Enough ── ✦.

♡ pairing : !clarinetist matt x !saxophonist reader

♡ summary : in which you and matt met your freshman year in high school in marching band. over the years you two grow inseparably close together.

⚠︎ warnings: fluff, flirting, light angst, high school setting, use of y/n, pet name (sweetheart: later on), cussing, friends to lovers, maybe slow burn?, and more.

♡ if any words are portrayed like this in bold and italic lettering ex. ‘we’re just friends’ then it’s readers thoughts

introduction here 00

-Two months later-

Durning the span of the first two months you and Matt had grown pretty close. It wasn’t one of those where you were hanging at each others houses after school and such yet — but close enough to wander around the halls together and help one another on homework.

Currently, you were both sitting in the library — music sheets spread out between you two while you were both eating lunch. Your instruments discarded by your sides as you focused on the sheets instead of playing. “Why the fuck is this shit so stressful to try and memorize?” you muttered, taking a bite of your food.

Your gaze flicking to Matt’s, his shoulders pulling up in a shrugging motion. “I don’t know.” he groaned, pushing the papers aside as his head rested against the table. “I don’t see why we have to try and memorize this to — to practice it.” he said, voice muffled by his arms.

You rolled your eyes playfully, pushing your own papers and food aside as your head rested in your hands. “They want us to get better at parts we’re messing up. What better way than to do it without music?” you muttered, one hand reaching out to poke at him.

His head peaked up, eyes trained on your hand as you poked him. His eye brow raising slightly, “What’re you poking me for?” he asked, sitting up fully as one of his hands caught yours. You shrugged, a smile pulling at your lips. “Dunno, s’fun to annoy you.” you say giggling, trying to retract your hand from his grip.

He hummed, his other hand coming out to start poking at your sides. A laugh escaped your lips, curling in as his fingers tickled you. “Oh yeah? we’ll see how much you like being poked.” he grinned, jabbing his fingers more into your sides.

“M-matt!! stop!” you giggled, body squirming in your seat as you tried to move away from his hands. He just shook his head, his own laugh passing his lips as his hands retracted. “Not so funny now huh?” he hummed.

Your chest heaved, your sleeves coming up to wipe at the tears that had started to form in your eyes. You just smiled, “We’re supposed to be memorizing the music!” your hand coming out to slap his arm playfully.

Matt rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah, needed a break though. we’ve been staring at that for i don’t even know how long.” he huffed, finally reaching back out for his sheet music. You shook your head, smiling once more as your grabbed your own sheet and your saxophone.

“I’m so glad Mrs.Evelyn is allowing us to play these in here — even though we have a whole ass band room we could practice in.” you say, resting your saxophone on your lap, Matt nodded, grabbing his clarinet.

“I seriously don’t know how she hasn’t gotten fed up with us yet.” he said, more to himself than you. You laughed, shrugging your shoulders. “It is a library, they’re supposed to be…quiet. but maybe she just doesn’t have anything curbing lunch.” you stated before putting your saxophone up to your lips to start playing.

The notes flowed smoothly, eyes closing as you visualized the notes in your mind. Matt’s gaze was stuck on you, watching the way you concentrated so easily and played like nothing else mattered. But, your finger slipped on a particular note which made your face scrunch up — opening your eyes as you frowned.

Matt quickly looked back at his clarinet — acting as if he didn’t just stare you down. Your frustration bubbled, you haven’t been able to get this note right the last few practices and it was starting to drive you crazy. You looked at matt, his cheeks were flushed slightly, and you wondered why that was but didn’t bother to ask.

“Matt — could you help me by chance?” you asked, pleading slightly. He looked up at you, his blue eyes just staring until he finally nodded his head. “yeah sure — yeah i can.” he said before getting up to stand behind you. You looked back confused before his hands reached out, wrapping in front of you to take your fingers and place them in the respectful keys.

His eyes flickered to your music sheet, analyzing the saxophone part before he began to speak, instructing you on how to play the note right. “Yeah — yeah just like that, perfect. okay now give it a try.” he spoke, hands dropping from yours before stepping away.

You smiled before your lips connected with the mouth piece, playing the notes you visualized once again, but this time the way matt showed you. And it wasn’t long before that very note was played beautifully. You gasped, stopping abruptly, eyes widening. “I did it! matt — you’re such a life saver.” you say as you set your instrument aside, standing up to give him a hug.

He didn’t know how to react, freezing for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you in return, hugging you back. “s’no problem. it’s what friends are for, right?” he said, hugging just a little tighter before letting you go.

You nodded — friends…he thinks we’re friends, you thought. “yeah, definitely what friends are for.” you retorted back, your face feeling warm. Before you could get another word out, the bell rang, signaling lunch had now ended. Your eyes widened once more, you both quickly scrambled to gather your things — packing your music sheets and instruments away.

“Shit..” you muttered to yourself, shoving things into your bag and throwing your unfinished food away. Matt followed your actions, and soon enough you both were racing to the library doors.

“We’ll catch up again later at band practice after school yeah?” Matt hurriedly said as he starts to split off from you in the opposite direction. You look back, “Yeah — see you later!” you shout, turning back around before darting down the hall to make it to english on time.

Your feet pushed you through the door to your english class right as the bell rang You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding — quickly finding your seat and sitting down. As you began to pull everything you needed out of your bag, you couldn’t help but to think of matt from earlier.

The warm feeling you felt when he had helped you and — wait what are you thinking? You paused, as you stared down at the cracked wood of your desk. You shook your head, chalking it up to just being grateful for his help, that you didn’t have to figure that note out in your own.

You finished grabbing your materials out of your bag, right as your english teacher began to take roll and explain today’s lesson. Your focus was already slipping — this was going to be a long class.

-

After the bell had rang for your last class of the day, you swiftly made your way to the opposite end of the school. Weaving through groups of students and swarms of people crawling the stairs, all so you could get to the band room.

Your teacher was holding a short practice after school, to test if any of you had been practicing without your sheet music and getting better in the areas you needed to fix.

Your saxophone case was clutched tightly in one hand while your other gripped the strap to your backpack hanging over your shoulder, trying to shove your way into the band room door through the group of kids that decided blocking the door way was a good idea. “excuse me.” you muttered, shoving past them and into the room.

The first thing you see is a pair of blue eyes staring directly at you. Matt was already here, of course he was — the guy hated being late for any practice ever. You smiled, shaking your head as you walked over to him — your fist playfully colliding with his arm. “You know, it’s just practice. it isn’t gonna kill ya if you’re not the first person here?” you teased, watching as his eyes rolled.

“Well i’d rather be early than be late like some people in this class are.” he deadpanned, and for a second you thought he was talking about you. Your mouth going to open in protest but he stopped you quickly, holding his hand up. “Not you, you weirdo. i meant other people.” you huffed at his words — unbelievable kid.

“Don’t scare me like that matt,” you scoffed, “really had me thinking you were talking about me.” he shrugged, a smirk pulling at his lips. “oops.” he laughed. You side eyed him before you decided to walk over to your section, taking out your saxophone and setting your things up.

When the instructor got in front of the class having you all ready yourselves, he asked that you keep your music sheet away so he could see how you all were doing. You sighed, putting your music sheets back into your bag so they were out of sight and out of mind.

He waited until everyone was done before he had everyone ready, his hand starting you all off when your part was nearing. Your mouth connected to your saxophone, remembering how matt had you holding it earlier and started to play. You let yourself flow with the music, those same notes visually in your head as you played.

Your foot tapped against the floor in time to the rhythm, making sure to stay in sync with everyone else. When the instructor finally stopped you all, he applauded, praising you all for how well you did without your sheet music.

“That was amazing class! well done! since it seems you guys are doing just fine, this practice won’t need to condone any longer. go home for the day.” he stated, stepping away to his office that was in the room.

You smiled to yourself, packing your things back up before making your way to matt. Your hand landed on his shoulder when you got close enough, his body jolting as spinning around to face you. “Jeezus y/n! don’t scare me like that.” he complained, shrugging your hand off of him, and you laughed.

You put your hands up in surrender, “sorry…sorry, i didn’t mean to. i swear.” you said, hoping he knows it wasn’t on purpose. He looked you up and down, debating on whether to believe you or not, but he decided on the latter. “okay okay, just don’t do it again. nearly killed me girl.” he joked, grinning.

By this point everyone had pretty much filed out of the band room to go home, but you liked to wait for matt sometimes. Just to talk and get to know him more — he seemed like and interesting person deep down.

“c’mon slow pokeeee.” you groaned, dragging your get across the floor and you made your way to the door. “I’m coming, in comin’. always complaining too much.” he griped, but there wasn’t any mean intent behind his words.

He slowly followed you out the class door, lugging his stuff along with him. You were always one step ahead of him when walking — that’s something you noticed the first few times when hanging out at school. He walked slow, like he didn’t have anywhere to be, while you walked with a pep in your step — constantly always having to be somewhere.

You turned around, making your feet walk you backwards. “You always walk so slow matt, what gives?” you asked, making sure to look over your shoulder here and there to make sure you didn’t fall. He stared at you, his brows furrowing. “Dunno,” he shrugged, “Never in a hurry to get anywhere except for band class or practice.” he says, eyes looking down at your feet, watching how they stumbled slightly.

“your gonna hurt ya self if you keep walking like that y/n.” he said, his feet moving quicker to take the empty space in your left. His hands looked like they were about to dart out any minute to grab you. “I’m fine matt,” you mutter, spinning back around to walk forward. “I don’t ever fall when walking like that.” you say proudly, skipping a little.

All he said was a returning “uh huh.” before you started to ramble about other things, especially other classes. When you both arrived at the front entrance of the school, pushing the doors open and walking out into the fresh air, you sighed — tilting your head up toward the sky as you stopped.

A car honking pulled you from your stance, head snapping to see where the noise was coming from. You spotted your mom’s car, waving toward her before turning to matt who had stopped beside you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” you asked, raising a brow at him. He nodded, “Yeah yeah i’ll be here.” Smiling you started to walk away, “alrighty see you later!” you said loudly, but before you could get far he called back for you.

“y/n??” You stopped and turned back around, watching as he walked up to you. “What’s up?” you asked as he stopped in front of you. His eyes drifted to your car before looking back at you. “was wondering if we could exchange numbers? that way if uhm — if either of us need help we can help each other with school work. ya know?” he asked, rambling slightly.

You smiled, holding out your hand. “Sure, why not?” you said as he reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone, placing it in your hand. You quickly typed in your number as your mother honked the horn again.

Handing it back you turned away again, looking behind you once more as you started running and waving to matt.

“See you tomorrow!!”

© strnilolover

a/n : y’all i’m actually kinda liking this??

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck and BT Bones

Be clear: I'm happy it's finally over because the last 7 months of the relationship has been pure hell within this fandom.

Now, I will do an in depth post when I get my thoughts together but I just watched the episode in its entirety and while I'm ecstatic that BT is finally Bones, I didn’t like the way it happened for several reasons.

First, Buck got broken up with AGAIN! The reason it bothers me is because it's been 8 years and he's still diving into relationships head first without thinking. Him asking Tommy to move in with him was very WHIPLASHY to the 1,000th power especially since in 8x5, they weren't being romantic at all (I'm not complaining about it, it's just and observation). There were huge pieces of the puzzle missing with them going from barely touching to celebrating an anniversary which lead to them discussing Abby. Buck jumped head first without even being able to answer Josh's question about if he was in love. Also, IIRC, Tommy has a house (Eddie said it in 7x4) so why would he move into Buck’s apartment with him? It doesn’t make any sense.

Someone in the writers room (Tim) didn't do their homework again to make sure the continuity was included 🙄.

Second, when is Buck going to end a relationship for the right reasons? If he’s unhappy, he’s never allowed to say it. One conversation with Josh and he was ready to make the same mistakes he made with Taylor. IMO, Buck’s storylines are still being mishandled and they're just thrown together. The whole switch from calling him "Evan" to "Buck" was just interesting and I'm sure there's some symbolism around it but thinking about it from a GA perspective (reminder the majority of them don't read post mortem interviews so how will they obtain the information if it's not included in the episode?), it didn't connect and it was missing a lot of explanations. So overall, this was sloppily handled and the breakup should have shown Buck growing instead of him doing the same things he’s done in the past.

Buck deserves better than a repeat of his relationships with women and he moved on from Buck 1.0 but now it seems like he might revert to it again. Can Buck take some time to figure out what he wants?

I'll elaborate more in another post after I rewatch the episode.

[kiigan]

«I will carry the backpack myself, don't worry.»

ㅤShisui's complaining over the choice of a bag instead of a scroll put the smile back on Itachi's lips. It was almost like listening to Sasuke when he was little, whining over having to do his homework before being allowed to go to the training grounds. Though he couldn't deny the logic underlying it - it was true that carrying a bag would be unnecessarily tiring, especially for his sickly body. But it didn't matter to him. He chose the bag and would commit to that choice, and carry it himself without issues. How could they have a camping trip without a backpack? It was thematic!

ㅤ«Please don't make a mess in the drawers. If I catch anything out of the proper place after you finish packing, I will make you do laundry for two weeks once we're back home.»

ㅤHe would, and they both knew it. But Shisui would definitely be the one to get packing done quicker, considering how he could actually see what he was doing. Not too worried, anyway, Itachi finished preparing the cake batter and began carefully pouring it into the form to take to the oven. Next step: prepare the frosting.

Shisui didn't like Itachi's skeptical look. Does he refer to that incident when they were teens? No way! He could not be remembering that, that, that....that was a lifetime ago! Shisui had to smile nervously, Itachi remembered such a details.

They sure had an adventure when they got lost that once, instead of reaching healers deep in the forest where their residence was. They accidentally found the camp of traitors planning to attack Konoha. Instead of vacation, they had a bloody battle.

However his thoughts were cut short, and on best part, when Itachi said he prefers bags. "A bag? But are you sure you want a bag? We shall go on foot? Do you really want a bag over your back?"

"Alright, I will get us packed. But Itachi only backpack nothing more"

[star--nymph]

thinking about how as a templar, Cullen wasn't functioning as a person. He was just a cog in a machine; a rusted, chipped one that screeched when it connected with another cog, but a cog nevertheless. Templars don't have belongings, they don't have interests, they forfeit their family, if they are allowed to marry it's under strict guidelines. the lyrium isn't just there to make the powerful, it's to make them subservient, in theory it is meant to be the leash that yanks when the templars speaks for themselves or others. You want to rebel, you want to advocate for others? The leash can be pulled, taking you further and further away from a new drought of lyrium.

no one pays a templar to think. you are there for the honor and love of the Maker and you swing your sword for Him and no one else

and when he comes out of it, what does Cullen have? His suit of armor, his sword, his mantle, maybe an under shirt and a pair of breeches, and his coin

the coin that was his one act of rebellion in his seventeen year tenure

no one wonder he says to a romance inquisition 'when it started, I hadn't considered much beyond our survival' because why would he? Templars don't have futures, they have service and they either die in service or die on the street, starved of lyrium and dignity. It's an act of rebellion in and of itself for Cullen to think he has the possibility of a future with anyone or anything

maybe that's the greatest gift an inquisitor, romanced or not, can give him--a chance to leave service and for once, be a person with dreams and desires. And what does he do when he's given that? He creates a sanctuary for other templars, so they may no what it's like to be a person as well.

[frankensteinposm0]

Lil bro got stuck in my head and doesn't want to get out of there

[avianii]

ice cube

[bolithesenate]

tragic: local student forced to do coursework

[carpetbug]

animation practice :3

i love this silly little cat boy

[giantenemyrobot]

Wip !?

There's more dialogue before this chunk that I want to add stuff to, but idk when I'll get to that

The audio is from the Bluecoats 2023 show Riffs and Revelations

Fav frames, I think I did really well on their sad sad wet cat faces

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #44

If anyone asked, Danny would say it was because he was in the right place at the right time. That's how most success stories are, really. Luck. Bad luck, good luck, either way.

He had just so happened to be touring at that specific facility when the aliens began to attack. He hadn't hesitated. He snuck away, transformed, and began to do what he could to save lives. Aliens weren't part of his normal rogue gallery, but he managed.

Then, other heroes appeared. Batman, Superman, Flash, and some heroes he didn't recognize. Danny hadn't even introduced himself before they started fighting together.

In the end, after multiple battles and planning, they won. Somehow, they came out on the other end victorious. Danny had thought that would be the end of his meeting with these heroes.

Until he got invited to a space base and was asked to form a team. A Justice League. How could Danny do anything but accept?

[starstruckodysseys]

what the fuck do you mean neverafter is over next week. it started like yesterday what are you talking about. no shut up it’s not the finale yet it’s like episode two

[sunnymainecoonx]

Horror's silly I guess..... idk sometimes I just want him to slam people idk

Sighs the man's a little angy don't judge him... Jesus he's ugly

[merlinfromberlin]

Never have I ever seen a smile this fake.