#what nobody else knows

[junoiscringe]

Vesuvia Weekly: "What Nobody Else Knows"

I usually don't post any fanworks on here, but!!! I came across an abandoned asra oneshot that I was writing a while ago that fit this prompt quite well! It's quite a short drabble, but I hope it's well received :3

I let out a satisfied hum and stretched my arms into the air above me. I revelled in the feeling of the warm sunlight on my closed eyelids, before willing myself into an upright position. I had been lying across the width of the bed with my legs hanging off the edge. Asra was leaning against the bed with their head resting between my thighs, surprisingly still awake despite the lack of conversation in the last fifteen minutes. He’d usually have nodded off in a situation like this. 

A hot, slow summer afternoon. Not many people had been milling around outside and we didn’t have any readings scheduled, so Asra and I closed the shop because, according to him, ‘It’s just too hot to sit behind a counter all day!’ So we dragged our bodies up the stairs to our room and sat on our bed instead. Or at least, I did. Asra decided they preferred the floor.

“Oh, you’re awake?” He tilted his head back to look at me, a soft smile on his face.

“I wasn’t sleeping.” I replied, reaching over to brush some hair away from his forehead.

His smile shifted into his tell-tale mischievous grin. “Are you sure? You seemed pretty asleep when I called your name five minutes ago.”

“I was ignoring you.” 

They let out a short laugh before returning to whatever they were doing on the floor. “Whatever you say, my love. I promise I believe you.”

I leaned forward to look over the edge of the bed and figure out what had kept him awake longer than me (okay, so I might have dozed off a little, so what?). He was hard at work knitting yet another sweater for Faust, while she curled up in his lap watching him.

Friend! Awake!

What an absolute angel. I love her. I should-

“Sorry, but no. She’s already had treats today. Way too many, actually.” 

Meanie!

“Yeah! What she said!”

Another short, airy laugh, but no reply. It seemed he was steadfast this time.

“How did you even know what I was thinking?”

They tilted their head to the side, knocking it against my right knee before answering the way they always did. “I’ve known you for a long time.”

But this time it hits a little harder. I don’t know, finding out you died and that your best friend and mentor literally gave half his heart to bring you back to life is a pretty world altering revelation. It made me feel a little guilty for not knowing him as well as he knows me. I mean, it made perfect sense when I thought about it. He knew me for years before I died and then had to teach me how to operate like a normal human being after being brought back to life, so of course he knew me inside and out. It made perfect sense. But…

“I’m sorry I don’t remember.”

They let out a dramatic sigh in response, shoulders heaving up and down. I could practically hear the pout in his voice when he replied, “It’s not your fault. If anything, it’s-”

I placed my hand over their mouth to hold back the rest of that sentence.

“Nope!” I stuck out my pinky finger towards him before continuing. “I won’t blame myself, if you won’t blame yourself, got it?”

He smiled before linking our pinkies together in a silent promise. “Seems like you know me quite well, too.”

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

steve “cant get out of bed till middle of the day, barely leaves his house or is never home, isolating himself from everyone, never takes time for himself anymore, depressed and is slowly losing more and more of himself every single day” harrington post 1986’

robin “i know you loved her, and it must’ve killed that she wouldn’t take you back, but nancy is happy steve and she still loves you. she’s not the only one out there for you, and you’ve gotta get over it. we miss you” buckley post 1986’, trying to help her best friend

steve “…this isn’t about nancy” harrington.

robin “wha-?… oh. oh steve.” buckley.

he still wears the vest.

[yuwuta]

roommate katsuki lore time: 

your job isn’t as physically demanding as that of a pro-hero, but it is equally, if not more time intensive. your friends often comment you seem dead on your feet way more often than they do, and you have to agree. so when you decide to scrounge up some extra money and hire a private chef, you think it’s the best decision you’ve made in a while. 

your friends would seem to agree—and some tease that maybe you should ask your guy if he can cater to izuku, too. except for katsuki, who seems appalled, betrayed, and disgruntled. it takes all but one week about you gushing over the meals your chef has prepped for you for katsuki to show up to your apartment in the middle of the day, while you’re at work, and the chef is in your kitchen, kindly ask him to leave forever, and get to work himself. when you come home, you’re confused and pissed when you realize katsuki has fired your saving grace, but the anger falls flat on your tongue when you’re interrupted by the blonde spoon-feeding you the most delicious bite of steak that you’ve ever had in your entire life. he’s way too smug watching you physically melt about the food, and ordering you to sit down and have a proper meal. 

he tries not to be endeared by your stuffed cheeks, but there’s a satisfaction brewing in him that he can’t quite place. all he knows is it won’t be taken away from him again; that’s why he flicks your forehead, throws a dish towel over his shoulder, and says, “make room for my shit here by the end of the week. and don’t complain when i put all your spoons together in one drawer,” before heading over to the sink to wash up. 

you don’t even get until the end of the week before katsuki is barreling into your apartment with boxes and clothes and, “this is what we call a stainless steel pan in the wild. ever seen one before?” prompting you to reach up and pinch his ear even as he cackles all the way to the kitchen. you suppose, in the end you can’t complain. you get to live with your best friend, you get free catering, free cleaning, and it takes you two months of living together to find out katsuki’s paid off your rent for the rest of the year, too. you know, what friends are for. 

[claraoswalds]

#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

[blackkatdraws2]

I have a lot of leftover drawings in my gallery. [Blank Scripts AU]

[Content Warning: Images below contain Gore, Death, and Disturbing/Uncomfortable Imagery]

I find it a bit cute knowing they start out as crazy and then slowly settle into something calmer and relatively healthier after learning to adapt to each other's lust-turned-love. [Stanley did it first but hey :3]

[teaboot]

you have some really evil, selfish and toxic ideas irt whos allowed to have friends, you know? i see pop psy people like you all the time making lists of things that are clear and obvious trauma induced behaviour, and then immediately flip to how if you have a friend who ever behaves like this they are evil and need to be cut off, theyre not allowed to have support systems to get better! you really hate bad victims, huh? if someone isn't demure and cowering and self effacing in their symptoms they don't deserve anyone? i got assaulted and when my friend group threw me out on my ass and called me too fucked up for acting erratic and strange in the aftermath and being unable to communicate why they used your posts to justify it. its sick that people like you will look at someone uncontrollably acting out their ptsd and go wow you aren't doing this nice enough to be tolerated! people like you talk so much about compassion but when it comes to people in actual crisis you don't give a shit. no, theyre acting too problematic. just cut them off! no one should help their friends!

original post

Please allow me to take this opportunity to make some things clear.

First, you do not know me. You do not know anything about me. You do not know where I've been, where I'm going, or where I am. All that you believe that you know is extrapolated from information I have volunteered to share. Information that is, by clear and honest choice, edited for both safety and personal security. Remember this.

Second, and I say this in the kindest of ways, because I have had to learn this lesson myself:

Nobody Owes You Shit.

Have you ever saved someone from drowning?

I have.

Do you know that a drowning person struggling to get air will instinctively drag you under them?

It's hard to save people in the water. It takes specific skills and knowledge that not everybody has. Not everyone can save a drowning person without drowning in the process.

The lifeguard needs energy, and strength, and expertise, and persistence.

The swimmer needs self-restraint, and composure, and the desire to be helped, and the ability to do what they can to facilitate their own rescue.

I believe in kindness, and generosity, and compassion. I believe in trying persistently, and in giving the benefit of the doubt wherever possible. I believe that people are good, and small, and trying. And I believe that I can give all the energy I have inside of me to help someone and still come up short.

So you're drowning? I'm sorry. That must be terrifying. That must be miserable. You must be experiencing the worst moments of your life. I hope someone nearby knows how to help you. I hope they have a raft you can climb into, or a rope for you to grab, or a float you can cling to. I hope things get better. I'll call for help, and give you what I can to get you to shore.

But don't you dare drag me under water and curse me for saving myself.

Now get out of my fucking inbox.

[emgrth]

You guys think Stan is happier after getting his memories erased because he doesn’t have anything to remember those cold, dark, lonely nights on the streets by.

[justabunchofdragons]

god i will never be over the delivery + the line "nobody at this hospital even LIKED amber" like i've blocked out as much of that episode and the aftermath as i can because it makes me feel unwell but that line just stuck with me. how amber was fired out of the blue and sobbed on the spot and no one ran to her (except wilson). how i had a visceral reaction (/negative) to seeing her wear wilson's jumper. how amber seemed to be toying with wilson but played along with the "house wants to share custody of me" and genuinely genuinely loved him. the parallels to house? in front of people he does everything for himself and on his own he does everything for other people. how she left the house in the middle of the night to get her boyfriend's best friend who was roaring drunk and might not remember who took him home. wilson breaking down in his office and giving up the hope of a last goodbye so she isn't in pain. everyone coming to see her and seeing it through her perspective. everyone in that big white room coming on the side where she can't see the machine keeping her alive. "i don't want the last emotion i feel to be anger." how i've convinced myself that that line made wilson not blame house. "nobody at this hospital even liked amber." but the way she died was horrible and avoidable and stupidly tragic and idk there's something to special so me about how house denies guilt but hallucinates her specifically. something something the show took you by the hands and looked you in the eye and said "no one deserves to die. look at me. it doesn't matter, none of it matters. she was human, therefore loved, and none of the rest of it mattered."

[suntails]

the general’s son

[bixels]

While I do think anon was rude, I do think it's pretty shitty to set up all this stuff you were going to add the au and then just drop it. It's disappointing. Definitely unfollowing.

Bye.

[skunkes]

reposting some old doodles i still enjoy a bit

[sapphicautistic]

for bonus points put your answer + region of origin and/or the general region you live in now in the tags, so we can work out where this is common/uncommon

[loving-jack-kelly]

jack race and crutchie have the kind of co-dependent friendship/brotherly relationship/love that only comes out of being each others' sole support systems during the worst times of their lives. they can read each others' minds. they know immediately when something is wrong. they will be so so mean to each other but the instant anybody else is mean to one of them all bets are off. they communicate in sentence fragments incomprehensible to anybody else. they each know and guard the others' secrets with the type of intensity usually only seen in secret societies. ride or die to the most literal degree possible.

[thechosenthree]

[lillypad-monopoly]

I'm watching Limited Life right now, and I'm starting to get mean gills/majorwood/scottyn. It's so deeply melancholic and tragic in a way that really appeals to me.

They're diametrically opposed in almost every way that matters. The fought against each other in in Third Life, were narrative foils in Last Life, and have conflict in Double Life because of Cleo. What's more, Martyn is the Watchers' favorite son and Scott is their greatest enemy. By all accounts they should hate each other, should be rivals in every universe, but they're just not.

They are also neither of each other's first choices for a partner (Scott's being Jimmy and Martyn's being Ren) but they choose each other anyway because Scott has to defy fate and Martyn has to have someone to be loyal to.

But in the end none of it matters, because Martyn is the conduit of the Watchers' will . He wins because he embraces the game, taps into the darkest part of himself, and does exactly what he's supposed to do. All of Scott's goodness and fairness and honor is not enough to temper that, but he also wouldn't have it any other way because Scott is cursed to love people he cannot save from their fates.

[papermonkeyism]

Art blocky woes averted!

One of my DnD buddies, the who GMd our recent holiday one shot as her first ever game as a GM, really liked doing it, and is now making another mini campaign!

Based on this not quite official Finnish version of DnD, she got couple small adventures prepared. We got offered the choice of basic PHB races... Orrrrrrrr! This setting specific race of tall humanoid owl people.

Of course I want to do an owl person.

Just watch me find how far I can stretch the word "humanoid" before my RP buddies start protesting.