#I cannot articulate this properly but

[chronicowboy]

i also. think it was a really fucking interesting choice to have the camera on eddie when they hugged. like buck came out to eddie, this was a huge moment for him, that hug should have been his moment really unless... unless it wasn't...

#sami rambles #i cannot properly articulate a single thought rn so sorry to anyone reading this disjointed ass textposts #911 spoilers #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie

[muchmossymess]

Merlin: It's... lonely... to.. be more powerful than any man you know and have to live like a shadow, to be special and have to pretend you're a fool. I know how it feels. I understand

Gilli: The you understand why I have to fight. If Uther is killed, so what? How many of our kind have died at his hands? How many more will? It's time those with magic fought back.

Merlin: Gilli-

Gilli: You can't tell me what to do!

Merlin: You need to learn to use your magic for good. That is its true purpose. It's not meant for your own vanity.

Gilli: I'm not gonna apologise for who I am! You can be a servant and pretend you're less than them, but I'm not-

Merlin: No that's not what I do!

Gilli: No? You're defending the king, protecting a man that would have you dead

Merlin: I'm protecting you!

Gilli: You've been pretending for so long now that youce actually forgotten who you are

Merlin: That's not true

Gilli: Isn't it?

Merlin: No.

Gilli: It's time someone struck a blow for the likes of you and me. And if you're too weak, then I will.

#FUCK THIS EPISODES A GOOD ONE LADS #merlin willingly showed his nature to someone! THATS THE FIRST TIME HE MEANT TO SHOW SOMEONE!!! #only took three seasons :( #guys this is so important to me #ARARAFGHHAGRHGRGH i cannot articulate myself properly but this episode means sososo much #merlin #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #gilli #s3 ep11 the sorcerers shadow #moss' madness

[crsentfairy]

i love people who love loudly and are not obsessed with looking cool & laid back. its so beautiful. performative apathy is uncool and NOT sexy.

#crsent.txt #this is specifically about olya because i love her so much. i cannot even properly articulate the excitement and joy she gives me when she- #is online. i just start stuttering like an idiot and scream incoherent words #like y'all could stand to be a little more like her and stop feeding that colossal ego of yours like a jackass

[kentopedia]

the majority of you are so so very nice to me and i just love you loads

#i cannot properly articulate what i’m saying here but #i just really appreciate those of you that are kind sobsob #not just to me but others as well #it is such a valuable trait and i hope that you will carry it with you even in the worst of times <3

[lovesickeros]

U mean U and the others (unholy trinity of Tsaritsa simps) did drag me down a wormhole of oc-ing an existing character with lore and yet still making it adapt to your fic.

in my defense her lore is extremely vague descriptions by other people (who may be biased. staring directly at childe. staring very hard at childe.) and like. the gem description im just working with what i got. also i don't trust hoyo to write my wife correctly so as far im concerned anything they write abt her isn't canon until i approve it /j

#asks #the-white-void #img block #my tsaritsa is a vague vision in my head i cannot properly articulate and no amount of words can properly explain how much i think abt her #the goddess of love who feels no love for her people just as they feel no love for her. #there is an inherit tragedy in her refusal of the aspect she originally represented because she knows she must #teyvat is simply a tragedy and she is playing her part. #there is simply smth so chefs kiss abt the imagery of a woman so gentle and full of love being so cold #she is gentle at her core but shes had to bury it so deep ppl have already forgotten what that was like. all they remember is the cold #its like. outwardly she looks elegent and gentle. a fitting vessel for a goddess of love #but her eyes are devoid of love. devoid of sympathy. devoid of anything but a cold glare just like the element she embodies. #i need that dead eyed look like childe. absolutely blank. #absolutely deadpan voice. monotone and lifeless just like her nation #I COULD TLAK SM ABT TSARITSA IMAGERY AND THE CONTRAST BETWEEN GODDESS OF LOVE VS CRYO ARCHON IT DRIVES ME NUTS #I'm so normal abt hrr i need 2 be put down ill shut up now #never give me the opportunity to speak abt her i wont stop talking #I'm hitting bones over the head w a rock ITS HER FAULT IF SHE DIDNT WRITE TSARITSA THAT ONE TIME ID BE NORMAL???? /j /lh #i could also talk abt childe + tsaritsa bc they make me feral but this is goingon to long i need 2 be put doen

[actual-corpse]

Trying to catch the sleep while watching hbomberguy compilations...

A lot of the people Harris Bomber Guy covers look like sad, pathetic wet beings.

Even the big Swede guy...

Why do they all look like small, wet, pathetic, sad boys (derogatory)

#they all look like kicked dogs left in puddles of gasoline #theyre so small #this is not about james somerton #ben shapiro is an actual joke of a man #and those guys wanna tell others about how to manage T levels and get girls? #what? #i cannot properly articulate how baffled i am

[farores-oak-tree]

I have finished The Archive Undying and I am a new person now. No one speak to me

#my post #the archive undying #[redacted] was brutal and made me way giddier than it should have #I started reading very slowly to process cuz I haven’t read stand-alone sci-fi in a bit #but the last half I burned through in two days #cannot articulate thoughts properly because holy shit

[hellishfig]

getting emotional about donna noble

i’m rewatching turn left and just… she is the most important woman in the whole of creation

she saved the doctor when he had just lost rose, when he was most likely to fall apart

but it’s more than that. she became his best friend. i honestly don’t think any other companion’s relationship is like theirs. there’s no romance, just the doctor and donna making fun of each other and holding each other up and being brilliant

and they love each other. so much

the doctor quite literally became a part of her what more can i say

#i cannot articulate this properly #i just care them so very much #donna noble my beloved #doctor who #dw #donna noble #tenth doctor #dw s4

[thefanciestborrower]

[I had a thought while watching Ninjago and I'm subjecting you to it, since it's partially your fault <3]

There was something to be said, Jay thought, about the amount of running they ninja did. Buildings blurred familiarly in fine, colored lines that wove in and out of his sight as they darted down narrow alleys and clambered over unstable fire escapes. The rhythm of footsteps drummed like the beat of his own heart, singing of adrenaline and bruises. Of combat and steel.

"Are you still up there?" Zane's voice was something far away, faded in the world of darting, zipping lights.

"Haven't dropped me, yet." Jay's words were more of a chirp, really, unhindered by the breathlessness that came with running, for at the moment, he really wasn't. his heart had stopped hammering long ago—before Zane had even started running—and instead was replaced with a steady, eerie calm. As if everything was too far away to be concerned over.

And, granted, despite the current caved-in-ness of Zane's primary chest compartment, and the disconcerting sparking resulting, they really were too far away to really be concerned over the small mob of rabid (Jay thought they were rabid. Zane less so) unrulies that so rudely interrupted what should have been a perfectly sane perusing of Borg's latest wares.

Sure, they may have replaced one of Borg's flavor pills with those shrink-people diet pills, but it wasn't Jay's fault his batch was soured. It hadn't even tasted good. More like metal and sadness than anything, really, although that might have been partially his initial outrage upon finding himself small enough to hitch a ride on Zane's shoulder.

Anyway, Jay's favorite nindroid currently vaguely annoyed with him, and a definitive lack of ninja vehicle in sight, they found themselves stopping at the old depot. The one Lloyd and the resistance had apparently set up shop in during the Garmadon 2.0 incident. Zane needed to reconnect whatever it was in his chest that was sparking and/or burning (Jay knew roasting-electrical-wire-casing-smell anywhere), and then they needed a way to hail the bounty because, according to Zane, being small would be a lot less about eating him-sized snacks and a lot more about getting chased by rodents if they left him alone.

It was a sad day that any of them had to settle down on a literal wooden box to make repairs, but Jay supposed it was no worse than getting stuck in the Oni realm for a couple of weeks. Still, watching Zane pick somewhat cautiously at the minuscule wires usually hidden by metal and now shot through with various types of shrapnel (okay, so maybe Zane did most of the fighting, since Jay was too busy freaking out about his newfound lack of vertical status) made his fingers twitch.

"Let me do it." Aside from the usual status checks to make sure Jay hadn't been lost in the time it took to run one city block, they hadn't really spoken much since the store. They didn't particularly need to, honestly. Zane knew where they were going, and Jay trusted him well enough.

A click, and Zane turned his head (too far to be normal-looking for anyone but Zane), revealing something like amusement on his face, the more flexible metal-lined silicone lending itself to a wrinkled nose and a perked eyebrow, the lopsided smile laying beneath it a whisper of laughter. "I am perfectly suitable for the task."

As much as he could at his diminutive height, Jay puffed out his chest. "But I'm better." He wiggled his fingers in Zane's face, mouth stretched into a grin. "Little hands for little wires."

"It would make repairs faster." He always knew he'd hit it right when Zane started talking to himself, and soon enough, a robotic hand with a couple joints exposed near the knuckle was lowering him down to Zane's chest panel like a glorified window washer.

The thing was mangled—destroyed, really. Whatever he'd been hit with had caved the entire panel door into itself like it was hit by a bullet. Pieces of it flaked off in sharp shards just large enough to slice through casing, and whatever paint had been on the metal was all-but vaporized. The inside looked better—marginally. a couple of wire casings were slit here and there, and some of the braiding had been cut, causing sparks when it brushed against other strands, but that wasn't something a little electrical tape couldn't fix.

There was something more for Zane to have stopped like he did.

Lip firmly gnawed between teeth, Jay leaned forward, bracing a hand against the outer casing of the port to get a good look. Under the wires, a brass plate parted the limb and internal functions segment. Around where it met the main body, it discolored, turning a darker brown and bending outward. From one of the raised corners, a pale blue fluid trailed lazily toward the wires, viscous in its consistency and somewhat sticky. It was cold, too. Coolant, maybe.

"Hang on, I'm gonna—" Jay's world jumped a little bit as he hoisted himself over the wires (avoiding the bits of shrapnel still stuck in the colorful casings) and shoved his arm—quite nearly up to his shoulder—through the thin gap created by the bent brass. Had Jay actually have been listening, he might have heard the disapproving voice of Zane telling him that there was nothing back there damaged recently, but Jay was never a really good listener, and he was far more interested in finding the source of the mystery blue fluid. Who knew what it could do to open wiring, and Zane probably needed that inside wherever it was supposed to be, so he found himself entirely justified as he rooted around in the back of Zane's switch panel.

What his hand hit first was smooth and almost leathery. Like silicone but smoothed to a finish and reinforced by something. It was almost the same texture as Zane's faceplate, if less porous.

"Hey, Zane, what's—"

"I think that's enough."

Jay squawked as a hand looped its way through the wire holding him somewhat upright and prized him from the depths of Zane's machinery. he was careful—he always was with the ninja, honestly—but his grip was somewhat constricting around Jay's ribs even as he whined and wiggled in an attempt to get back at the thing he was looking at. "I wasn't done. You're leaking something in there! It's probably important!" And yeah, he was a little offended, but moreso, he had nerves rising from his throat. Like a poison, it chilled his heart and made his hands shake.

The silence lasted a beat too long.

"It's nothing."

Zane was, as he always had been, a terrible liar.

DUDE I’M SCREAMING????? THIS WAS THE FIRST THING I SAW WHEN I WOKE UP TODAY AND OH MY GOSH IT’S AMAZING. LIKE. ACTUALLY SO GOOD. I AM SO HAPPY TO HAVE partially CAUSED THIS BECAUSE HOLY CRAP!!!! I shall be reading and re-reading this idea for the next few hours because it’s giving me ideas as well

And like....your descriptions of Zane????? Are fantastic???? Oh my gosh??? I may have some new ideas for how to draw him now because my goodness!!! Anyways this made my morning and probably my whole day and I cannot properly articulate how much I love it here but uhhhh please fill free to send drabbles and ideas like this whenever you want because I am LIVING for it

#the way you write their speech patterns #And the descriptions of Zane’s wiring #not to mention the brief little setup of background #AAAHH #I can’t dude this is so cool and text cannot properly articulate how I feel rn #fandom stuff #n.injago vore #I mean not really but that’s the tag I’ve got lol so #ask #Phyre-anon #screaming about this forever actually #writing stuff #Jay you goof I love you #also Zane you moron let Jay help your insides are busted you could use the help

[what-a-fella]

i was reading through some of the WTNV cold opens because i need to quote something for a thing. and the one from ep 70(b) is:

"If you love something, set it free. If it doesn’t come back, it probably died of sadness because it thought you loved it."

DAMN. im gonna be thinking about that for the rest of the night.

#i cannot properly express why this hit me so hard #articulation is not my strong suit #but dang yall #wow #wtnv #welcome to night vale #a fella speaks

[variousqueerthings]

I’m reading Persistance: All Ways Butch And Femme and lemme tell you it’s doing wonders for everything -- feelings about gender, politics, language, relationships 

every time I think I’ve come at some unknowable concept about myself that nobody could possibly understand and I’m totally alone (or at the very least I’m something new and fragile), reading about other queers makes me understand that actually it’s existed possibly forever and I can calm tf down and stop being so angsty, it’s not fragile at all, it’s years of others living these things into reality!

anyway, us lonelies under 30 (and over 30 too quite probably) who think we’ve reinvented the wheel and nobody could possibly get it, we need to read this sort of stuff to get out of our own heads and to respect where we came from and maybe all the fucking discourse can chill out and we won’t be so afraid of changes and concepts that already exist and have done for a lot of years!

#persistance: all ways butch and femme #queer stuff #queer theory #queer lit #lesbian lit #me like: im overcomplicating it ive gone too far im a fraud #a dyke who came of-age in the 60s: anyway these fag genderqueers i met in the 90s love em couldnt do without em great stuff #also rae spoon i owe you everything #and this discussion i just read in it i need to get their names #about femme through the eyes of masculinity STOP IVE BEEN FEELING THAT WAY (dont stop ofc) #and the new spectrum bit???? wtfwtfwtf i feel like im being inundated with The Lore and im some starry eyed apprentice #whenever i forget i can be like -- is my icon a claude cahun homage for NOTHING?! #it's about context building! it's about history! it's about thinking those threads were spindly but they're strong as anchors or smthin #fuckit im just amazed i cannot properly articulate how amazed i am #ALSO look im not a lesbian/i never came to transness through lesbianism like a lot of my peers (only briefly and it amounted to one bar) #my point being that if you think you can't relate to that title because you think you didn't get to experience that lens #1. read the lesbians generally because they're good for you #2. trust me this book opens some fucking doors (doors I'd been worried were me going too far/werent allowed) #recommend this to all the queers and non-queers alike boys and girls and people who think they're unfathomable #you will be uh... fathomed... as it were #(or not but it's still vital)

[padfootastic]

We do not acknowledge enough that Sirius’s future might have really depended on a chance meeting on the Hogwarts Express at 11. Had he not met James, he might not have even gone to Gryffindor, not having that potential friendship to counter breaking a tradition his entire family has followed, and then where would he be?

no like!!! i’ve had someone vague me for attributing james as a central tenet of sirius’ moral compass but !!! modelling !!! is a thing. an Actual Thing. and i just cannot help but believe that j was so crucial to sirius’ unlearning & relearning. and not just that—but the way he provided a safe space? let sirius be? gave him somewhere to heal and grow?

like dude, regulus black felt so isolated that he took on a suicide mission as a teenager because he didn’t see any other way out. sirius could’ve become that and i will die on the hill that the only reason he didn’t is because james existed. (perhaps if reg had a james of his own, things wouldn’t have happened the way it did.)

would sirius have been as ~progressive as he was if he didnt have james? would he have been as blatant? would it even have been possible to?

#james potter #sirius black #james was so so central to sirius’ development #like—just Being There for him; loving him; protecting him #it meant so fucking much my god #i cannot articulate it properly i don’t think #pen’s asks

[fluffypotatey]

atsv score has me so feral

#when i figure out how to put my love for this score into words it will be OVER for yall #cannot properly articulate my love but one day 😔 #atsv #atav score #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse score #anyone know any good analysis on this movie’s score let me know

[flatteryleadstoruins]

My daily radical opinion is that sexuality is a construct. To my knowledge, there's no specified chemical that makes you attracted to anything in particular — men, women, objects, intangible concepts. Furthermore, gender's so fluid that sexual attraction couldn't possibly exist as a binary counterpart. Your psychosexual tendencies are molded by subconscious environment factors, aesthetic preference, and preconceived notions of physical comfort...that's okay, and doesn't diminish the validity of your sexuality.

#☆ #our language for sexuality feels so limiting as it's linguistically defined mostly by biological sex #which is...reductive in ways so multi-faceted that i cannot properly articulate it #i don't use any labels beyond “faggot” anymore due to the sentiments expressed in this post

[t-u-i-t-c]

what a way to go

#idk i have a lot of thoughts and i don't know if i can articulate them properly #jin is not a good person but he knows who he is and what kind of person he wants to die as #jin studied an art in which he had to be ruthless and throw his heart away to be the best and he cannot throw that away it's who he is #but in a way it feels as though jin while grateful for the kindness of ryo was not willing to be treated kindly for a number of reasons #but mainly bc he knew it'd change him #idk if that makes sense but yeah ryo and jin's dynamic is interesting and tragic #dairanger lb #super sentai lb #umbrella.thoughts #umbrella.posts

[vyragosa]

hi, vyra

it's 6am, kinda, and I just woke up from a dream I had - the details are escaping me as I write, but there were a few key things that stayed with me.

in short, I dreamt you wrote a soul crushingly, evisceratingly beautiful play about something (I'm not sure what), clearly influenced by HnK (and, surprisingly, Pinocchio?) - one thing I remember is the costumes clearly taking from your style, and the second half of the play dabbling more and more into horror - but in its own way it was also beautiful. after the premiere, I couldn't stay and celebrate, I could only stare into nothingness as my mind digested what I've just experienced. i had to leave because of how noisy the celebration was getting.

i know most of this means nothing (and I am not good with words, so trying to accurately describe something so fleeting as even a part of a dream is futile) but it gripped my heart like nothing else. Even though I'll forget it in time, as it tends to be with dreams, I wanted to tell you about it.

you probably don't remember me, but i was so surprised when i woke up that i rushed to your ask box immediately!

so, uh...thank you? hope you have a good day ahead.

#anonymous #i can only reply properly in tags as such matters of the heart cannot be articulated properly #i'm on break from my shit job reading this and it's just rocking my core #i do #would like to believe #that this could be a prediction #i would like it to be prescience so badly #not stageplay but...just making such a story exist that.. #that would be nice. #hope you have a good day too dear...