#whatever you feel like idk

[precurepeace]

i was rewatching tangled and i thought that yuu and crowley r kind of similar to mother gothel and rapunzel listen to me i beg

yuu is stuck in twst , so they have essentially no way out and if they fight back, crowley gives them a sort of “oh but im doing this and im so generous” thing yk, like mother gothel he’s saying “i do this because im so generous and i care” literally listen to mother knows best you’ll notice here’s some lyrics in particular

“i only bathed, and changed and nursed you, go ahead and leave me, i deserve it, let me die alone here” crowley acting like he’s given so much to yuu, giving them a rundown dorm to live in ect ect

”on your own you won’t survive,” yuu literally having no where else to go. crowley convincing them that they can’t leave nrc

and of course, “mother knows best.” after all, crowley is the head mage for a reason, he’s doing this all in your best interest. /sarc

this is more fanfic / headcanon territory but you could also headcanon that crowley just tells yuu out of context stuff about twst that makes it seem a lot scarier than it is , like say yuu tries to like go somewhere that isn’t school related and takes advantage of the fact they’ve been through a lot of overblots and would in my opinion, have an understandable fear of a certain degree

with this headcanon I’d like you to consider the “also large bugs! men with pointy teeth and STOP! No more you’ll just upset me!” line. i mean u kinda already have ppl with pointy teeth here crowley but anyway it’s a shine of light at his hypocrisy in this . Also the fact that mother gothel says it so much like crowley please

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[delicourse]

Snake Year

[habken]

also rip to this panel which didn't make the cut cause it didn't make sense tone-wise.. you will be missed

[kitamars]

👊‼️‼️

[problemcore]

was kindof sad today so i drew reclusesage ? truthlesssage? whatever their shipname is

[clumsypuppy]

horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago

[scriblesandbits]

So god created us in his image, right? And that’s cool and all but what if it turns out god, like, hates his own image??? What then????

[a-bad-case-of-the-stephs]

As much as I like the idea of Steph getting-over-it™️ and moving-on™️, no longer being defined by the shitty actions of men in her life, I also really really like the idea of a Steph who can’t fully let go. Steph who picks fights with Bruce for no reason. Steph who says things to him that sting, unwarranted, out of nowhere, not even because he did anything recently, at least nothing she can consciously recall, just like automatically. Steph who for a single, just one single half second, gets jealous of a ‘good work�� and pat on the shoulder, and immediately afterward feels an immediate overwhelming wave of revulsion so intense she thinks she might throw up. Steph who gets weird looks from Cass, Steph who gets glares and awkward coughs when she says something out of pocket, Steph who gets asked why she’s being immature, why shes stirring up shit for no reason, Steph who doesn’t know how to answer that, because she doesn’t know why she did that, she doesn’t know why she keeps doing it, it just keeps happening. Steph who doesn’t know how to stop or even if she wants to stop or not. Steph who doesn’t really need to make a conscious effort to avoid being left alone with Batman, but who still takes pains to avoid it, just in case, just in case, because what would she say then? What would he say then? What could either of them possibly say to each other at this point. What kind of horrible resolution would happen, what kind of terrible breaking point would manifest, what could either of them say? Nothing good, Steph knows. Nothing good. So she takes pains to avoid being alone with him.

[cosmicredcadet]

I wholeheartedly believe that the last thing that should be said in response to aspecs hating their identity is "don't worry! Aspecs can still do X, Y, and Z" and I'm so fucking serious about this.

The least helpful thing you can do to someone who have not accepted their aspec identity yet is give them ways to compensate for it. If an aspec person is upset over not being able to enter a romantic relationship, the last thing that should be done is to tell them they can still enter one or instead enter a QPR - not because that's not true but because that is quite literally going to stunt their ability to accept their aspec identity. Telling them they can instead enter a QPR when they're upset over the lack of romantic relationships is at MOST a bandaid for the main issue. Instead of them coming to accept their identity and accept who they are you have instead handed them an amatonormative alternative on a silver platter that allows them to pretend they still fit into amatonormativity without every deconstructing it. This is how we get QPRs getting shoved into an amatonormative framework - these people NEVER got over the "I'm sad that I'm aspec" phase because they were handed alternatives instead of given actual support in deconstructing their internalized aphobia, self hatred, and amatonormative biases.

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[seiwas]

you wear katsuki’s clothes to bed.

among all your cotton and silk pajamas, you prefer the thinning fabric of his faded tees. there are holes in some of them, just a few more seams away from their undoing as they fit far too large on you—but that’s why you love them.

they’re comfy and worn; lived in with love from the man that you love. when katsuki is gone for days or weeks at a time, you find his warmth intertwined within the threads of his t-shirts. when the fabric presses against your back, the bed doesn’t feel nearly as empty as it is.

(though it can never replace him. nothing can, you fear.)

“hoggin’ all my shirts,” he tuts, but you know it means nothing. the roll of white fabric is neatly folded unto itself, its crisp corners unfurling once handed over.

you giggle, shaking off its folds and fitting the hem right over your head. from the corner of your eye, you see katsuki’s gaze, watching you wrangle the fabric over you as the towel wrapped around your body slowly drops to the floor.

he turns away then, a little too quickly, a little too abruptly. if you look at him now, you’re sure you’ll find flushed cheeks and crimson eyes burning in shame for wanting you so inopportunely.

“guess you’ll just have to take me with it then.”

[octylish]

who's this freak

[kingkatsuki]

When neither of you have a condom but he promises to pull out, swears he can do it and tries so fucking hard to be a man of his word— and he is. Clinging to that final piece of resolve as he fights the allure of your warm, wet cunt. Moving his hips back as he begins to pull his slick-soaked cock from your ruined hole, ready to fist himself and spill his cum all over you.

But you make every ounce of his resolve crumble all around him when you tighten your thighs around his hips, lock your ankles behind his back, giving him no choice but to drain his balls and fill you with everything he’s got to give.