#? i guess?

[itaksoydet]

Trust no cat

#warrior cats #my art #curlfeather #frostpaw #mistystar #reedwhisker #riverclan #a starless clan #asc spoilers #i guess?

[hippolotamus]

Hiiiii Hippo 💕💕💕

Buddie fic title:

If only I knew you had electric fingerprints

-❤️🪐

Hiiii Saturn!!!! So lovely to see you here! You said Buddie. Please know you have my eternal gratitude for forgiving my slip into Diaz Family Feels. 💞🦛

After the debacle of broken salad bowls, 'I think you should go home' and 'This is your mess now', Eddie thought that he and Chris had worked through the biggest tangles of dating in the Diaz household. Introducing Marisol was almost a non-event. Eddie might even go so far as to call it a success.

He will now admit that line of thinking was more than a bit premature and naïve on his part.

Maybe it was his own growth and evolutions in the relationship department that led him to assume Christopher wouldn't face the same issues. And, well, technically he didn't. No, Eddie's son dealt him an entirely new, foreign set of tribulations. A one-eighty of Eddie's nesting instincts where Christopher is leading on five different girls. Five!

Wasn't it just last year they were discussing how much shirt sleeve was acceptable to show? What the hell happened?

And, OK, it's a new world with new methods of communication and apps and how teenagers interact with each other. Eddie likes to think he isn't completely stupid, because he tries to stay informed about current trends that he would honestly rather not know about. But no article or discussion with the school guidance counselor - or Frank - could have prepared him for tonight. No tips, tricks, signs to watch for could have fortified him for the devastating blow of 'We loved her and she left us anyway' and 'I can't remember her voice anymore'.

When Buck emerges from Chris's room, Eddie is still leaning against the wall, crushed under the weight of a thousand emotions and questions, attempting to prevent his heart from spilling past the walls of his chest. To keep it from slipping through the makeshift cage where his fingers press bruises into his skin, just below his collarbone.

Buck squeezes Eddie's shoulder before wordlessly leading them to the kitchen where he pours them both a glass of water and he waits. Waits for Eddie to speak, because it's what they do. They don't press. And maybe they should - more or earlier - but that's another thought for another day. For another version of Eddie that doesn't feel like the ground has been ripped out from underneath him.

"I don't- How am I supposed to-" Eddie blows out a harsh breath, frustrated that he can't form a complete question. That there is no entry in the non-existent Parenting Handbook for how to tackle this scenario.

"Eds," Buck says the nickname so carefully, so gently, like his tongue is shaping it from the most fragile glass. His hand tentatively slides across the tabletop until it's resting on top of Eddie's own. "You don't need to have all the answers or know exactly what to do."

"I know I don't. It's just-" He cuts himself off, huffing out an unamused chuckle. Because he doesn't know.

And, look, Eddie is fully aware that he doesn't have to be one hundred percent in control all the time, but it doesn't make him hate whatever this is any less. This combination of lost and thrown off course; of sad, bitter anger muddled together with desperation. His own eagerness to bargain for a way to make this situation more palatable. A pathetic yearning for the chance to go back. To never enlist and close himself off. To splurge on the digital camera with video recorder so he could capture a truly ludicrous amount of everyday, mundane moments.

How many hours of footage might they have collected? Of simple things like Shannon chopping vegetables or putting on makeup before a night out. Her and Eddie slow dancing in the backyard to music only they could hear. Or her laughing, bright and bold, as she smudged dirt and filth across Eddie's cheek after he showed her how to change the oil in her car. The way he pulled her in with his own grimy hands, pressing their mouths together so he could swallow the sound.

He blinks rapidly to keep tears from falling as he wonders how many instances would have featured her rolling her eyes - exactly the way Christopher does now - and shoving her palm in front of the lens.

But he'll never know because he's stuck with the choices he made. That they made. He can tell their son stories, bring him for graveside visits, and offer small souvenirs of the time Shannon had on earth, but that's all Eddie can do. He can't replicate what it was like to be in her presence. He can't convey how she was soft and gentle and all the things Eddie isn't, while also being sharp and spirited. How she smelled like peonies and summer rain.

Whatever he has to offer is two dimensional. Framed photographs, memories stored in his mind. Some of them also stored in Chris's though Eddie suspects in a completely different way. Hopefully in a way that doesn't taste as much like guilt and regret for things left unfinished and words left unsaid. Words like-

Dear Christopher.

He swallows hard around the phantom taste of sea spray from the Pacific Ocean, has the urge to claw at damp, sun-warmed sand that isn't there. And god only knows how his best friend has any idea what's scratching at Eddie's brain, but he does. And Eddie is so, so grateful when Buck rubs his thumb across Eddie's knuckles and asks if he should stay or would Eddie rather it just be him and Chris.

As much as Eddie would like Buck to be present as an extra layer of protection, he knows this is something he has to do himself. Even though, as he walks Buck to the front door, promising to call later, he gets the distinct feeling he won't actually be alone.

In the low lighting currently casting shadows around his bedroom, Eddie's fingers tremble as he reaches for the small safe in the back of his closet. A simple design meant to hold important, precious things. The metal dial is cool under his fingertips, easily manipulated as he rotates it right and left and right again until the door pulls open.

It's been years since he read the words written in Shannon's flowing script, but he knows them like he knows his own name. He traces over her loops and arches, wishing, like always, that he had more time. That he could put off performing this errand for a few more years, decades, lifetimes. Even if he knows it's only for selfish reasons. Because he owes this to Chris and to Shannon. It's on him to follow her instructions and deliver this remaining link between mother and son.

He holds the folded pieces of paper in his hands, feeling something familiar wrap around him that isn’t the usual despair. Something that's more like spun gold flowing between the note and his skin.

Eddie bites back a sob as it dives beneath the surface to wind its way around nerves and spill through blood vessels on its way to his heart. As a calm takes root, anchoring in all four chambers, unfurling and flourishing. As the room, that typically smells like lavender fabric softener and the fancy vanilla linen spray Pepa bought for him, is permeated by the overwhelming scent of Texas nights - filled with crackling humidity wrapped in silvery starlight - and velvety pink peonies.

He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing it in, inhaling deeply to his core like it might allow him to hold onto this moment forever. When at last his lungs protest, forcing him to exhale, his eyes flutter open again.

Eddie closes the door to the safe, hearing it shut with a satisfying click.

"Thank you," he whispers, letting his gaze drift to the letter once more before he walks down the hall to pass it to its rightful owner. His son. Their son. A living, breathing tether between past, present and future.

He knocks on the doorframe, briefly saddened by the sight of Shannon and Christopher’s picture turned face down on the desk. It only makes him more sure he’s doing the right thing.

“Hey, buddy…”

For additional Feels™️ may I recommend

#hippo gets mail #jfc i must go cry now #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #shannon diaz #saturn tag 🪐 #7x1 coda #i guess? #hippo writes #fic title ask

[avatarofextinction]

So I don't know exactly how this Game Changer Lore is going to roll out, but I do know exatly how it has to end:

If the Samuel Dalton theory is true, this has to be how he's beaten. Because they opened the door, and there was more puzzle behind the door (a whole season's worth in fact), and Brennan has to live up to his promise.

#game changer #game changer spoliers #I guess? #sam reich

[wraithsoutlaws]

Fifteen lines Tagged by @chevvy-yates (thank you!) Rules: Post 15 lines (or less) of character dialog. You can include context for the scene if you wish!

"Found Hell at the bottom of a mine shaft. Looked the devil right in the eyes, but only one man walked back out. Still trying to figure which."

"Now you're just flirting, puppy."

"But here I am. Peachy-fuckin'-keen."

"It will be slow. Maybe it'll take days. I've done that before, you know. But you'll blow all the rest right outta the water. I'll hold you till you're cold."

"Don't worry. Just here for some fun."

"I like you, pet. You're too stubborn to die even if it's the only thing that'd bring you peace. Got that in common, you and I."

"Nobody goes near it, understand? Not in or out. Watch with your life or I'll end it."

"Guns in the front seat. You think you can reach it and hit me center 'fore I drive a knife through your carotid?"

"Quit bein' a bitch and shoot me."

"One particular night almost ended with my spleen cut out. That's when you know it's good."

"You can talk now or talk later. Only difference is how much blood you're gonna shed."

"I ain't trying to be a good person. I know what I am, and I got no reservations about it."

"I'll slice you into strips and bathe my sins in your blood."

"A man's car knows him better than anyone ever could."

"God is the only motherfucker who is crueler than me. But not by much."

tagging: @faepunkprince @therealnightcity @dreamskug @genocidalfetus @elvenbeard @streetkid-named-desire

(no pressure! tried to tag people who i've seen write but this is also an open invitation if you'd like to do it!)

#oc: dagger #my fic tag #I GUESS? #the real game is to guess which ones are flirting #the answer may surprise you #this place is so unusable its not linking blogs ive tagged so if you see it you see it if not im sorry v.v

[spideogg]

I love how throughout this bit Fabien is thinking of Riz the entire time

#this interaction feels like my anxiety #like yes no matter how much im enjoying smth i am secretly thinking of The Thing thats upsetting me atm #fabriz #i guess? #fabian seacaster #fabian #riz gukgak #the ball #fantasy high #fhsy #fantasy high sophomore year

[tallgirlpetunia]

My contribution to the Tortured Poets and tortured puppets discussions.

#the amazing digital circus #taylor swift #pomni #ragatha #pomni x ragatha #i guess? #my art #tadc #my comics

[roseddraws]

Another interesting thing I just realised: episode thirteen is at least the second one we’ve seen centred around luck.

Obviously the guy’s misfortune was of his own creation, but it seems like he wasn’t using the app as intended and was punished for it, so the point still stands.

This could mean several things:

This luck entity links to what Lena said this episode about there being some “benevolent” entities (not that this entity seems benevolent, but that explanation implies the existence of neutral entities too)

That there are some entirely new fear entities. I don’t think Rusty Quill will do this, as most of the original entities seemed to cover literally any possible fear, and were already based around all the big ones (like the dark, and spiders, and claustrophobia). It’s possible that only some of them have changed, but I just feel like that’s an unnecessary change that, at this point, there seems to be no reason for. At first glance “fear of luck” doesn’t seem to make sense, but actually the fear that your life could be ended, or ruined, or otherwise changed forever by forces entirely out of your or anyone else’s control is not an uncommon fear.

That my “the fears have shifted focus” theory is correct. I guess the fear of chance would be the Spider..? Since it’s about a lack of control? But not entirely sure on this one

#the Magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp speculation #tmagp theory #tmagp spoilers #I guess? #rosedtalks

[cometblaster2070]

i've spoken before on raven and darling and how they're such good foils to each other, but i really, really just want to emphasize this scene right here because it makes me LOSE it.

(also please don't mind maddie and her expressions)

i personally love the way darling looks at raven in the first panel, because you can see her confusion there. everyone knows that apple and raven are best friends forever despite all their differences, and everyone knows just how much apple and raven care for each other, and how they would do anything for each other.

but i really love how this is framed because you can see darling looking at the way raven looks at apple; with so much longing, with so much sorrow, so much hurt, and so much love, and you can just see it click for her in the next panel.

the way she's questioning it at first, the way she's thinking for a second that that is not the way you would look at someone who's 'just a friend'.

and then the resignation and the sadness in the next moment, where i think darling realizes 'oh, we're both in the same boat; we're both in love with apple white'.

and i love that look of mixed pity and camaraderie; that look that shows that darling knows what raven's going through and what she's feeling (even if raven herself may not understand it right now) because she's also in love with apple.

of course there's just plain sadness because she feels bad for raven, whose best friend is currently in her magical coma, and it makes sense why she would sympathize with raven for that.

but i personally like to see it in the light that darling's heart is torn realizing that they're both stuck here, next to the girl they love, a love that will probably remain unrequited because (at this point yk) daring's supposed to be apple's prince, and apple herself will never know about how they feel, and apple will never return either of their feelings.

to cut it short, it's darling looking at raven looking at apple and thinking "oh my god i thought i was the only gay bitch in love with apple white".

#i don't agree with your choices and i sometimes resent you a lot for them #but i love you in a way that no one will ever be able to compare to #ever after high #eah #apple white #raven queen #darling charming #rapple #i guess? #sort of i mean #dappling #darling x apple #apple x raven #i ship dappling but there's just SOMETHING about rapple #like yeah sure it's best friends to lovers or whatever #but there's just something about that #yk what i mean??? #anyways yeah it's funny in hindsight #also darling thinking her crush will never be reciprocated and it's like girl you just wait #but i like the temporary angst #it's so great

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

i'm procrastinating so: if you had to rewrite one of your fics from a different pov, which one would you choose and why? (the original version of the fic still exists in this scenario, you're just making it into a rashomon)

#mine is all i have (and a little more) bc it's very rooted in jamie's pov #and i think it would be interesting to see what his unreliable narrator doom spiral looks like from the outside #writing #reblog game #i guess? #kvetch oc

[onlysanepeoplesleep]

umm dont hate me y’all I was bored.

for: @b3achysurfur cuz you wanted smth like this I think? I know you never asked me personally but I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I decided to write it.

disclaimer: english is not my first language.

tw: death and slight blood (but like I’m bad at describing it so there’s not much.)

The day had gone like this: Alex came to her room (or prison or cell or whatever the synonym of ‘locked up somewhere against one’s will’ was called) did mandatory checkups and then stayed to chat for a bit. Not that Ashlyn participated, instead opting to stare blankly at Alex until he understood that she wanted to be left alone. And once he did (quite dense, he was) he left without a word.

Finally being alone for the few minutes or hours (she never knew the time anymore) before twelve, she worked on devising an escape plan. She knew they couldn’t escape via window, mainly because no one was allowed permission to leave the cubed room without guards following them. Ashlyn was aware that leaving through the alternate dimension wouldn’t help either, since their bodies stayed tethered to its original spot.

A pain to work with, yes, but not a nuisance. She could find a way, somehow, and she would. She wouldn’t let her friends stay in this weird asylum place any longer than they had to. By any means necessary.

Ashlyn could feel her body being transported to the alternate dimension, the way her stomach dropped and her heart began to beat faster until she blinked and she was still in her claustrophobic room, but the scraping and screeching of phantoms gave away where she was.

She didn’t take long to get off the bed and made her way to Tyler’s room (where everyone had unanimously agreed to meet up the first time they’d been sent to the phantom dimension). Everyone else was already there when she opened the door and she felt relief wash over her once she saw them — as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders temporarily. They were somewhat safe — as safe as one could be in a dimension with deadly creatures out to kill you.

It didn’t take long for everyone to begin looking for a way out. They went in pairs: Tyler and Aiden (obviously), Taylor and Ben and Ashlyn and Logan. Once the teams had been made everyone was quick to split up (save for Tyler and Aiden, who were stuck sitting in Tyler’s room).

Ashlyn hadn’t been paying attention when it had happened. One minute, she had been looking through a hallway checking for phantoms with Logan behind her — and the next she’d heard him scream and drop his gun on the floor with a loud clunk. She looked over her shoulder, a question about to leave her lips when she paused.

A phantom held Logan’s face between two claws, pressing down on either side and making a sickening crunch. She winced but didn’t move. Logan was screaming, crying, pleading to her to do something, but she was frozen. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or mild curiosity that was stopping her from helping the boy.

Her hesitance paid the price in the end, with blood oozing out of Logan’s eyes and nose and ears, and one last sickening crunch echoed through the halls before Logan stilled. The phantom dropped him immediately, the manic grin on its face never dropping as it charged for her. Ashlyn’s feet finally moved, dodging the attack and grabbing the discarded gun from the floor. With a resounding bang, the phantom dropped to the floor and stayed down.

She wasn’t sure why she had to bite back the grin that was forming when she looked at Logan’s body. Claw marks were bruised into his face and the blood kept oozing out until it made a small puddle on the floor. Ashlyn tilted her head, something akin to surprise flowing through her as she blinked at the sight.

Logan was dead. Logan was dead.

A grin finally broke through her face and this time she didn’t fight it. Maybe she should feel sad since Logan was part of the team, part of the same team she’d sworn she’d protect and yet here he was. Lying on the floor looking pathetic as ever. She showed no sympathy towards him and almost wondered why, before deciding that contemplating such queries would be a waste of her time.

Instead, she walked passed Logan’s body and made her way back to the gang. They all seemed worried about the noise, asking questions and wondering if she was alright. She reassured them, of course she was alright. In fact, she was delighted!

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Tyler asked, almost suspiciously.

“Logan died,” was her only explanation before the room burst into relived laughs and celebratory clapping.

“Actually?” Aiden asked, tilting his head with a smile, “he’s like actually dead?”

Ashlyn nodded, “yeah.”

“You know what that means?” Taylor said, grin stretching into a happy smirk. “Party time!”

And with everyone’s enthusiasm, they set up a party with whatever decorations they could find (which wasn’t much, but Taylor was really good at compromising) and before long the starch-white walls had been splashed with a variation of colours from Aiden’s paints and ‘LOGAN DIED!!!’ was written on the wall with bright red paint.

Ashlyn had never been to many parties before, she could count on one hand how many times she’d attended a party willingly. But she didn’t think any other party or event could compare to the tomfoolery they got up to while celebrating the death of their teammate. Aiden started a conga line; Taylor shredded paper to throw it around the room like make-shift confetti; Ben showed them a few dance moves and even Tyler was enjoying himself.

Deep down, Ashlyn knew that no sane person would host a party for a dead comrade, but it’s been a long time since she was considered ‘sane’ and the facility they were locked in just proved it. So maybe she let herself indulge, just a bit, now that Logan was gone.

#take my dogshit writing guys #don’t criticise me I know I’m bad #BTW I AM NOT A LOGAN HATER (although I do think he’s kinda boring story-wise rn) #pls don’t come for my family/j #school bus graveyard #sbg #sbg (webtoon) #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #logan fields #ben clark #tyler hernandez #taylor hernandez #tw death #my writing #my fics #I guess? #if I decide to post it on ao3 that is #fu’s writing

[lizardsfromspace]

"Look at this video of a child disappointed at their expensive gift! Children are so spoiled these days!"

That's cool. So, why did their parents upload their small child being upset online? In a public video, shared to the entire video? Why did they even save the recording?

Like. The kid in that scenario could be saying the most entitled nonsense in the world, and if their parents post it online to be publicly shamed, I'd still support the kid 100%. Thinking your child's life is a toy to exploit freely for #content is "spoiled"; when faced with mommy vlogers, kids should be demanding three PS5s and a new Bugatti, and we should be applauding them for it

#politics #i guess?

[st-dionysus]

We've had strap ons since at least 400 BC, and people still have the nerve to go on gay hook up apps and ask "how can an FTM be a top?"

#Not that you even need a strap to top #But that's a another whole conversation it self #Vent #I guess?

[pimsri]

I make art about grief again

#particularly about fear of forgetting a loved one #like their face their voice #fear of time erasing all of that #pimsriart2024 #pimsriart #comic #i guess? #grief

[crystaleevee4]

i am going to start a collection

if you have any other posts of this kind please send them to me

update: this one thanks to @iputmcytsintohydraulicpress (great url, by the way)

this one courtesy of @catamaurrr-star

So I didn’t want to separate it into two images, this was the best I could do- thanks to @blocky-tides! also art is by @/cheeryfairies

thanks @o0recipme0o

hey @igotthisaccountunderduress. less mcyt related but thanks anyways :D

heheh

I GIVE UP GUYS HOW DO I IMAGE ID SOMEONE HELP ME

...so anyways here's my self-promotion now that this has almost 15,000 notes and you guys sure as hell won't see it if i reblog

My AO3! Not much there right now besides OC stuff, but more to come!

Situations ask game! pleasepleaseplease send me hc/life series stuff here i need enrichment (some of these are shorter, but i can promise you i will deliver!)

@traffic-smp-headcannons! me and mod tides like seeing your ideas :)

(of note: i also take art requests, but only traditional)

#hermitcraft #zombiecleo #impulsesv #traffic life smp #i guess? #life series #grian #mumbo jumbo #moon's big i guess #rendog #falsesymmetry #bdouble0100 #homestuck #??? i guess? #wtf even IS homestuck like i know the vague details but lik.e what #anyways. #tma #tmagp

[thats-no-moon-lesbian]

Gotta say my favorite moment from the Hozier concert was him saying "I almost cracked up at the beginning of that song. There's a person in the front row wearing a shirt that says 'Hozier? I hardly know her!'" and then once the laughter died down, "Now I'm going to lighten the mood a little with a song about hitting an animal with your car"

#Hozier #unreal unearth #cw animal death #I guess?

[amygdalae]

my guy forgot about feelings

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #i guess?