#I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE

[princess-lnfinity]

SHOUT-OUT TO THE GHOSTIES!

I don't usually get to jump into a BBH stream, but when I do I'm always pleasantly surprised. They're always so welcoming and nice! They always catch me up to speed as quickly as they can! And they love to pester their streamer juuuuuust right, so it's NEVER intended as harsh or rude.

But what REALLY surprised me is how well they handled the "Tio Bad loves Richas more!" Situation! As a Crow, we know Lullah expresses her feelings through her words. She is emotionally intelligent and easy to read when you actually stop and listen. Most of the Ghosties got that Lullah was actually upset right away when talking about spending time with her Tio Bad. While most of her signs had a bit of sarcasm early on in the conversation, they read between the lines easily. Some told BBH to really consider her feelings while others laughed along with him in his weird approach to defuse the situation. Others even made suggestions for Lullah to get her day with her Tio.

While "Who's your favorite" is NEVER a fun conversation, I think BBH handled it well enough! But the Ghosties? They handled it great too! I saw no one BASHING Richas for acknowledging and even relishing in the fact that "Uh YEAH! I absolutely spend the most time with my Tio and I LOVE IT". I know Richas is a gremlin with a heart of gold, but to see the Ghosties not even TRY to blame him was so adorable. Because, while it was neither of the Eggos fault, some people REALLY take Richa's nonchalant attitude as him not caring when we all should KNOW he'd be upset at the mere THOUGHT of being left out suddenly. We also should know that Lullah needs her time to connect with those she loves because SOMETIMES she doesn't get it and it's THE WORST 😭 (See "You and me. You and me always.")

Early on in the QSMP recall a lot of misplaced anger at Richas. I also remember it with Lullah as well. So to have them both put against each other, no matter how small of a quarrel, made me think I would have to close the stream. I was wrong.

I've never been happier to be wrong.

#qsmp #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp tallulah #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp eggs #LULLAH AND RICHAS DESERVE THE WROLD AND ALL SUPPORT ALL THEIR RIGHTS AND WRONGS OKAY? #i hope this makes sense #just... both eggs have received a lot of hate and i know the crows love them both #so to see the Ghosties also treat them qith respect and foundness was so amazing #look im just a happy crow because the Ghosties really said “Oh poor babies” to both of them and i was like “YEAH POOR BABIES 😭”

[fictional2dcharacters]

Cale has so much trauma that the only way his allies can truly help him is if they ignore him when he tries to stop them.

A hardened war-veteran who has self-sacrificing issues and a deep desire to protect everyone he can regardless of consequences? No problem, just ignore everything stupid he says.

Cale:wait no I need to go fight

Allies: shhhh no you don’t, take a nap, we will handle it

Cale:but-

Allies: no buts. It’ll all be okay

Cale:*ptsd intensifies*

Literally when the sealed gods temple started to create the equivalent of a nuclear bomb, Cale was like “wow, good thing I stabbed myself earlier and I feel GREAT so I’m going to try to block this with my shield that gives me major backlash” and everyone else just had to be like “GUYS HES DOING IT AGAIN QUICK PULL OUT THE SHIELDS”

And then Cale was like “why is everyone doing this? I’ll be fine?” And they’re all like “GET ALL SHARP OBJECTS AWAY FROM HIM- FUCK WHY IS HE DOING THIS-? HE JUST STABBED HIMSELF HAS HE NOT DONE ENOUGH???”

And Cale is like “guys, I promise I can help” and he’s like a baby who’s just silverware privileges revoked because a fork and an outlet got involved so everyone is like “anyone hear anything? Nope didn’t think so. Cale go sit in the corner”

And honestly they’re not wrong for it-

Later edit;

Cale:I am such a bad person. I use everyone around me for my own benefit, so I don’t know why you guys are still here

Allies:yes, yes, of course Cale-nim. Now let’s get you to bed before your sense of self-responsibility shows up

#tcf #lcf #lout of the count’s family #tcf novel #totcf #tcf incorrect quotes #incorrect tcf quotes #trash of the counts family #tcf cale #tcf humor #tcf headcanon #i hope this makes sense #I have tcf brainrot

[shadow-the-crow]

What do you mean we only get one Gerry episode in tma?? I want to know more about him!

Did he ever want to give in to a fear?

Did he like the Eye? Did he decide not to become associated with it because he felt that knowledge seeking wasn't him, only what his mother wanted him to be? Had his mother managed to convince him that he wouldn't be talented enough as an avatar? Was it lonely, knowing about everything but being a part of nothing? Did he long for the feeling of belonging that being consumed by an entity would give him, did he dream of it although his mothers had taught him all the downsides of it?

#finally started to but my gerry thought in order whoo #so yeah this is the first part of a series #this one is pretty messy because it's mostly my unedited thoughts after my first listen to mag 111 #i hope this makes sense #tma #the magnus archives #gerry keay #gerard keay #tma thoughts #tma podcast

[neon-ghost04]

“Husk didn’t fall for Angel Dust he fell for Anthony”

NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HUSK FELL FOR ANGEL DUST AND ANTHONY; THE PORNSTAR, THE CRACKHEAD, THE GUY STAYING AT A HOTEL FOR REDEMPTION, THE GUY WHO LOVES HIS PET PIG, THE GUY WHOS GOOD WITH A GUN, THE LOSER, THE GUY WHO CARES ABOUT HIS FRIENDS, THE GUY WHO LET HIS WALLS DOWN

He fell for all that Angel Dust is, and he fucking fell hard

#they make me ill #I hope this makes sense #hazbin hotel #Angel dust #husk #huskerdust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk

[skeletoninthemelonland]

"The Remnant Collector"

"the remnant what"

"the"

#i hope this makes sense #behind the codes #btc springtrap #springtrap #fnaf #starbsart

[inkskinned]

for a while i lived in an old house; the kind u.s americans don't often get to live in - living in a really old house here is super expensive. i found out right before i moved out that the house was actually so old that it features in a poem by emily dickinson.

i liked that there were footprints in front of the sink, worn into the hardwood. there were handprints on some of the handrails. we'd find secret marks from other tenants, little hints someone else had lived and died there. and yeah, there was a lot wrong with the house. there are a lot of DIY skills you learn when you are a grad student that cannot afford to pay someone else to do-it-for-ya. i shared the house with 8 others. the house always had this noise to it. sometimes that noise was really fucking awful.

in the mornings though, the sun would slant in thick amber skiens through the windows, and i'd be the first one up. i'd shuffle around, get showered in this tub that was trying to exit through the floor, get my clothes on. i would usually creep around in the kitchen until it was time to start waking everyone else up - some of them required multiple rounds of polite hey man we gotta go knocks. and it felt... outside of time. a loud kind of quiet.

the ghosts of the house always felt like they were humming in a melody just out of reach. i know people say that the witching hour happens in the dark, but i always felt like it occurred somewhere around 6:45 in the morning. like - for literal centuries, somebody stood here and did the dishes. for literal centuries, somebody else has been looking out the window to this tree in our garden. for literal centuries, people have been stubbing their toes and cracking their backs and complaining about the weather. something about that was so... strangely lovely.

i have to be honest. i'm not a history aficionado. i know, i know; it's tragic of me. i usually respond to "this thing is super old" by being like, wow! cool! and moving on. but this house was the first time i felt like the past was standing there. like it was breathing. like someone else was drying their hands with me. playing chess on the sofa. adding honey to their tea.

i grew up in an old town. like, literally, a few miles off of walden pond (as in of the walden). (also, relatedly, don't swim in walden, it's so unbelievably dirty). but my family didn't have "old house" kind of money. we had a barely-standing house from the 70's. history existed kind of... parallel to me. you had to go somewhere to be in history. your school would pack you up on a bus and take you to some "ye olden times" place and you'd see how they used to make glass or whatever, and then you'd go home to your LEDs. most museums were small and closed before 5. you knew history was, like, somewhere, but the only thing that was open was the mcdonalds and the mall.

i remember one of my seventh grade history teachers telling us - some day you'll see how long we've been human for and that thing has been puzzling me. i know the scientific number, technically.

the house had these little scars of use. my floors didn't actually touch the walls; i had to fill them with a stopgap to stop the wind. other people had shoved rags and pieces of newspaper. i know i've lost rings and earring backs down some of the floorboards. i think the raccoons that lived in our basement probably have collected a small fortune over the years. i complain out loud to myself about how awful the stairs are (uneven, steep, evil, turning, hard to get down while holding anything) and know - someone else has said this exact same thing.

when i was packing up to leave and doing a final deep cleaning, i found a note carved in the furthest corner in the narrow cave of my closet. a child's scrawled name, a faded paint handprint, the scrangly numbers: 1857.

we've been human for a long time. way back before we can remember.

#idk if it's still tradition but the kids at the local school next to walden when I went there #used to have a tradition where u had to pee in walden pond before u graduated or otherwise you'd fail one of your classes #as someone who did not do this im happy to report i did fail a class so maybe they had a point #they've torn the school down tho so who knows #i hope this makes sense #i think we've been human longer than we've been writing #ps this land was taken over by hostile combatants and colonialized . let us not forget that part of the reason #our 'history' is so short. is that we have systematically slaughtered the people who had history here before

[earwig5]

it’s kind of crazy that both fallout new Vegas and fallout 4 have the same driving force for the first half of the narrative (find the guy who wronged you and make him pay) but Benny is so much more memorable and narratively interesting than Kellogg.

It’s a matter of a strong character foil versus a weak one, in my opinion.

Benny and the courier are very much alike. They are both ambitious people who are willing to do anything possible to stack the odds in their favour. Honestly, Benny and the courier are the same card, reversed.

The Sole Survivor and Kellogg are also intended to be character foils. The game tries to convince us of this with the scenes in Kellogg’s mind, where we see that he ‘isn’t so different’ from our protagonist after all. But we don’t know anything about Kellogg other than his backstory. How can he parallel the protagonist if we don’t know which traits he has? Which traits the two of them share?

(As a side note, I wish Fallout 4 had touched way more on the ‘Man/Woman Out of Time’ thing. The protagonist being frozen in the past + Kellogg being functionally immortal would’ve been really cool to explore! Especially in the context of grief!)

In the end, I think the reason Benny is a more powerful character foil is that he doesn’t disappear from the world when you kill him. The chairmen can mourn him, House will comment on it, and even NPCs across the Mojave will talk about Benny’s death!

In Kellogg’s case, the protagonist is basically the only person who knows he even existed! Once he’s dead HE’s DEAD! He disappears completely from the narrative! As soon as you leave fort Hagen, the game doesn’t bother looking back.

that’s why Benny is a more haunting force for new Vegas; particularly an independent courier. You are Benny’s legacy because you are what he leaves behind whether he likes it or not. People remember him as the couriers victim. Meanwhile, nobody remembers Kellogg at all. The memory of who Kellogg was dies with you, and you can choose to forget him.

#i hope this makes sense #my ‘what if fo4 had interesting writing’ moment #what I would’ve wanted to see is more Kellogg&sole survivor parallels #+Kellogg to be relevant in act 2 or 3 #+ MAYBE JUST MAYBE. we get the chance to spare him #it just frustrates me that fo4 has a lot of wasted potential #fo4 #fallout 4 #fallout #fnv #fallout new vegas #benny fnv #conrad kellogg #kellogg fo4

[theythemmer]

the way he thought phil was actually going to give him a regular complement♥️ girl have you not lived with him for a decade

#the way he describes things is the same genre as gays complementing people . do u understand what i mean #i hope this makes sense #blabble #dnp #dan and phil #daniel howell

[philodendrongoeldii]

Cave Networks, Fungi, and What it Means to be Alive

“Fear of Depths” by Jacob Geller // Illustration of green mold by Carlton C. Curtis, “Nature and Development of Plants” //  YouTube comment by The Florida Man // Illustration of a neuron, from “Neurons and glial cells” // Merlin Sheldrake, “Entangled Life” // map of Mammoth Cave H.C. Hovey // YouTube comment by Lorenzo Pachecho // Illustration of grass roots by Mohamed El Mazlouzi // Merlin Sheldrake, “Entangled Life”

#web weaving #nature #jacob geller #goldi creations #CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME #ITS ABT THE INTERCONNECTEDNESS OF NATURE #everything repeats itself over and over and over again #i hope this makes sense

[notafraidtodissapear]

i fully believe that after the war, peeta loved katniss even more then he did before.

like, this man was trained to KILL katniss, yet he still fell back in love.

his original love towards katniss was first, and unconditional love. he saw her as beautiful no matter what and failed to see a lot of her flaws. however, when he gets hijacked, her flaws are ALL he notices about her. the line "you're not very big, are you? or particularly pretty?" makes it clear that the old peeta is gone (or is he??🤨) and he is noticing for the first time that katniss is completely average looking. but while the book progresses, so does peetas feelings for katniss (obviously.) this is most apparent when he blocks her from killing herself. why did he do that?? he didnt have to. he owed her nothing.

but he couldn't. and whether he knew it or not, he couldn't live without her. he was still trying to protect her.

the very end of the book is when we see the most love come from peeta (and again, obviously.) whether it is the fact that he came back to 12, or that he planted primroses for prim, he loves her. platonically and romantically. and i think that after all they have been through, it is just beautiful. and eventually seeing that he feels comfortable enough to sleep with her again, after he was hijacked to try to kill her every chance he got, it shows that he trusts himself a lot more around her.

finally the ending "you love me? real or not real?" "real." confirms that not only did he love katniss, but she loved him too.

anyways thanks for coming to my tedtalk!

#this was in my drafts #honestly just yapping #sometimes i love to use big words! #i hope this makes sense #or not idk #thg #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #the hunger games #my babies

[wakkoroni]

Do yall think Bruce forgets to publically show that he cares for his kids? Okay that sounded wrong but like imagine a hostage situation happening downtown where like one of his kids are held at and the press is like zooming in on Mr.Waynes face expecting to see a panicked dad look or like top tier drama of him screaming “SAVE MY KID” or smth but instead it’s just Bruce staring at the scene visibly calm.

Internally Bruce is figuring out what’s the best course of action to solve this case without exposing his identity so he’s deep into thought and then in the distance a journalist is like “MR.WAYNE! Aren’t you concerned” and then it clicks but now it’ll be too suspicious and he can’t be like “I trust the Gotham police” cause who does??? And has to be like fuck lemme call my PR department and see if they can fix this after all of this

On the news later, top story is “Bruce Wayne doesn’t care for his kids” and Bruce is like … how do I fix this?

He makes sure that his kids know they are loved but more importantly how is he going to show the press that he cares (not that he cares what they think but its a sore spot and he can handle them dragging his name through the mud for sleeping with multiple people but not being called out on being a bad dad, you know?)

Just- Bruce publicly forgetting to panic when one of his kids are in danger and facing the repercussions to it

#i hope this makes sense #the vibe speaks #batfam #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #batman #tim drake #vibey headcanons #batfam headcanons #batdad #he’s a good dad I swear #Gotham

[redysetdare]

I don't think a lot of people realize that lot of their advice to disabled people often boils down to "Get over it." they are trying to be helpful but their idea of helpful is "Just do the thing" because that's what they do. for them they just do things. It comes naturally to just do it.

They don't know how to bridge the gap between you and the task. For them the bridge is already pre-built and stable. For disabled people the bridge is run down, not well kept, it feels unsteady and is hard to get across without being slow and cautious - hell for some people there is no bridge and we need to build it ourselves but we don't have the bridge building tools and no one gives them to us.

"Just cross the bridge." They say before walking over their pre-built bridge. They never gave you the tools to build a bridge to cross.

#text #I hope this makes sense #disabled #neurodivergent #adhd #actually adhd #actuallyadhd #idk how to tag this post really i dont post a lot in disabled spaces... #by disability i mean all disabilities btw #i suffer from ADHD and chronic pain ad many other things #and all of them cause me problems that make it hard to 'just do it' #so hearing 'advice' that is just 'do the thing you're struggle to do' really gets on my nerves #especially when the people giving that 'advice' throw a hissy fit when i say that its unhelpful

[aveloka-draws]

When drawing your comic panels, sketches, and so on for humanoid characters, how do you handle anatomy?

I’d guess that it’s a pretty instinctual thing for you by this point after seeing all your (awesome, amazing, WOW I strive to draw as good as you do one day) art. I can’t manage to draw anything past a simple headshot lol, and even then I still struggle a good bit. I feel like I’ve gotten a lot better than I used to be though, and that’s definitely a good feeling.

Any helpful tips? It’s fine if you don’t have any though—I was just curious.

Whether you are a begginer or more advanced at drawing references are always helpful, not necessarily meaning to copy them but rather to study them so you can figure out how the body works and you can pose it however you want more easily! I'm still not that good but with enough practice they can look pretty decent.

I feel you about drawing headshots only, i used to do that a lot too. You could try to thumbnail (basically make a little sketch) your idea so you see the whole picture rather than just focusing all your attention in a portrait.

Iiiii hope this makes sense and hopefully helps? There're really good video tutorials on youtube that go WAY more into detail to tackle anatomy that have helped me a lot, Proko, Mark Brunet, Ethan Becker's channels are some that come to mind!

#I hope this makes sense #if not oops

[hawkinstales]

He's perched on top the counter — arms squeezed around your middle. His unruly curls tickle the nape of your neck while his chin rest on your shoulder.

You were partly listening to Steve, chewing at the rim of your cup as he drones on and on about his date with Brenda. Eddie was a bit too stoned, almost passing out behind you.

He gets clingily when he's like this, using the excuse that you keep him from floating away — keep him grounded. Truthfully, Eddie was a big ole' softie.

Only for you, of course.

The party was quickly dying — the clock ticking close to twelve o'clock, many of the Hawkins social scene have called it a night. A few stragglers remain, scattered about the house.

You could feel her gaze on the pair of you — the familiar feeling of someone watching you has been a common occurrence tonight, ever since she walked in.

Your suspicion proved correct, glancing behind Steve to lock with a pair of striking blue eyes. The blonde is quick to look away, trying to play it cool like she wasn't just caught in the act — again.

"I think Chrissy has a crush on you, Eds."

"That's nice." He yawns, arms hugging you tighter — a delicate kiss to your skin, his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "Doesn't matter."

"Doesn't matter!" You gasp, pulling away to look at him. "Why's that?"

His lips pull into a playful grin, knowing the game you were playing. The two of you have yet to put a label on your relationship, but everybody knew.

It was clear as day, you two were together. Eddie Munson's heart belongs to you as yours does to him. The pair of you didn't need a label, faithful to the other.

That didn't mean it wasn't nice to hear every once in a while.

He turns you to face him — a smile on your lips, arms gliding around his neck, fingers weaving into his curls. "Don't want her." His forehead rest against yours, lips hovering dangerously close, nose nuzzling yours. "Only you, sweetheart."

Your smile tugs wider, stretching ear to ear. You lean back slightly, admiring the man who stole your heart so long ago. "I love you, Eddie Munson."

"I love you." His callous fingers caress your cheek — sweet, auburn eyes captivating, placing you deeper under their spell, staring at you as if you hung the moon and stars.

It was in these moments — when the rest of the world just fades away, leaving just the two of you. Nothing else mattered, only the love between two souls.

Love — extraordinary, rare, and beautiful. So, so beautiful.

"My girl." His soft, plush lips press to your forehead, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest — his ring covered hand grazing up and down your spine.

You don't waste a second, snuggling into him. Yeah, fuck a label — you didn't need it anyways. Eddie was yours, and you his.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem reader #fanfic #fluff #girlfriend!reader #finally had an idea guys #let me know what you think #one shot #i hope this makes sense #*emoneshot #*emfics

[neosvcr]

just me rambling ab my thoughts again

you and anton backstage at mama. as soon as the shows finished, he's grabbing your hand and dragging you into the empty dressing room. he immediately locks the door, wasting no time in bending you over the table and pushing your dress up to bunch it around your waist. he's wanted this since he saw you before the show started. in that pretty dress and them thigh highs. how could he not want to fuck his doll stupid?

anton doesn't even pull your panties off, he just pushes them to the side. you barely notice when unzips his pants to free his painfully hard cock. he spits on it, jerking himself a few times before he slowly pushes his angry tip into your warm heat. and you're wrapping around him so good, he can't help but bury his head in the crook of your neck to muffle his groans. "fuck!" he moans. "you're fucking soaked. did baby need me that badly?" he mutters, rocking into you as he watched your cunt suck him in. losing himself in how his cock is now glistening with your arousal. and you just won't shut the fuck up with your whining, so he just clasps a hand over your mouth. "be quiet for me pretty.. don't want anyone to walk in on us now, do we?" he whispered, his breathing shaky. he's whispering the softest praises and phrases of encouragement in your ear.

best believe he's cumming inside of you, pulling your panties up to keep all of his seed where it is. the idea of his cum dripping down your thighs as you walk around and sort everything out riled him up. and best believe that he's fucking you again and again as soon as you get back to the hotel room.

#i hope this makes sense #anton smut #riize smut

[timelordinefficiency]

“Do you think that you could ever just love me?” “No. Never.”

“Do you think that there is a universe where we can just be content… together?” “Why can’t it be this one?”

“Have you ever actually loved me?” “What do you think all of this is for? Who do you think it’s all for? You. It’s always been you.”

#doctor who #10th doctor #12th doctor #13th doctor #simm master #missy #dhawan!master #the master #i hope this makes sense #twissy #thoschei #the doctor asks #the master answers