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fierce-sims · 2 months
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more doodles
premades and one of my downtown sims
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the-crooked-library · 28 days
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Dune, or: "The House of Atreus continues to be mega-cursed even in the distant future in space"
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raayllum · 2 months
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—Richard Siken
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mamawasatesttube · 4 months
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an excerpt of the kon & cass genderisms fic im very excited about but still nowhere near done with:
The idea of Kon looking like a girl is kind of absurd, when Cass first thinks of the word. It brings to mind Steph, first and foremost. Brenda, too, though. And others.
But some of Brenda’s friends were tall, or broad-shouldered. Some of them dressed like Kon. The thought brings with it a pang, as always; Cass wishes she’d gotten to know them better, before…
Before.
But anyway. Not the point. The point is, Cass has seen Barbara call people without skirts or breasts girls or women, sometimes, too. So maybe Kon looking like a girl isn’t as weird as he seems to think it is.
She hums, cocking her head to the side. “What is a girl?”
“Huh?”
Next to her, Kon blinks. He frowns up at the stars, then rolls over and props himself up on one arm, and reaches over to playfully poke her nose.
“Well, I dunno exactly. You were Bat-girl, weren’t you? Shouldn’t you know?”
But that isn’t because of any… kinship with the word. No… what’s the word? Affinity. No particular affinity. Or is it connection? Something like that. Regardless, Cass shakes her head. “Barbara’s name. I just kept it.”
“Oh.” Kon frowns slightly. “I dunno, either, honestly. I mean, TV will tell you a girl is someone who likes girly stuff, but that’s stupid, ‘cuz plenty of girls don’t like girly stuff, and I mean, I do like so-called girly stuff, I guess, like knitting or baking, and I’m not a girl. So…” He shrugs, rolling back over onto his back. A moment later, though, he picks his head up and peers at her. “Are you—is this—I mean, are you trying to tell me you’re not a girl?”
The way he holds himself makes it seem like that’s some kind of a big deal. Cass just shrugs. “Dunno.”
“Oh,” Kon says, again, more softly this time. “Hey, I mean—nothing wrong with that either. It’s cool.”
Cass shrugs again. “It’s just a word. To me, anyway.” It’s her turn to frown in thought. “What makes a boy a boy?” She lightly nudges his side. He’s warm against the slight night chill, and she scoots in a little closer with a hum. “You were Super-boy. Tell me.”
Kon blows out a breath. “Hoo, man. Now ain’t that just a fine pickle and a half?”
Cass wrinkles her nose. “What do pickles have to do with it?” She likes pickles. Ma Kent has a jar of crisp ones in the pantry, homemade from cucumbers grown in the garden out back. Cass likes the way they crunch between her teeth and splatter vinegar-juice on her tongue.
“Nothing. It’s… actually, I have no idea why that’s something people say.” Kon lets out a wry snort. “I came pre-programmed with slang and idioms, y’know.”
“I know,” Cass says, and pats his arm. “Pregnable.”
Kon lets out a bark of bright laughter. It reminds her of the stars. He seems so very at home here, under the night sky. The starlight matches the gentle glow of his eyes. When he isn’t wearing his glasses, it’s easy to see the inhuman blue.
“Aw, man,” Kon says, still grinning. “You remember that? I forgot I said that way back then.”
“It was…” Cass tilts her head. “New to me. Memorable, for that reason.” She grins mischievously. “A pregnable boy.”
Kon laughs again. Cass snuggles up to his side and throws her arm across his ribs. She likes to feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
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tsukiyo-7 · 5 months
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Have I ever told you that apparently I can draw?
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stackslip · 2 months
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i wish i could get into dungeon meshi but ngl the more people post about it on tumblr the less interested i am in it
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ckygetsjobs · 10 months
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Lies
Brandon Dicamillo x gn reader
A/n: very obvious sexual practices? Ig lol idk what else to say enjoy.
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You knew what you two were doing wasn’t right. Especially since you didn’t love each other, you just did it to break the tension. It didn’t work. It made it worse. You were reminded of his hands on back, his legs tangled in yours, and his dick in you by every little conversation. But he wasn’t yours. You were basically fuck buddies. So you pretended it was real. But you didn’t go on dates, or cute things, you just fucked each other at his house. You lived close by so it was easy. Nobody even suspected a thing. You argued like you hated each other. But the way you looked each other, the way his body fit perfectly in you, and kisses graced your face, told you otherwise. You were too selfish to admit it. You didn’t want to lose him.
His kiss on your neck made you quit your thoughts, you drowned in his scent. “You taste so good baby,” he whispered, he kept kissing you all around. You let him do it, your head leaned back, under his control, he could do whatever he wanted, you didn’t mind. He smiled, chuckling a little when he took your shirt off, throwing it in the floor, licking your tits. He was already naked except his boxers, he hurrying took them off. Your shirt was the only thing still on you before he took it off, so you didn’t have clothes either. Sucking his dick was something you did a lot, it was your favorite thing, but today he fucked you. The sounds were loud, you were sure the neighbors heard, you didn’t give a shit, for the night he was yours. And god damn if you were sharing him with fucking anybody. You finished, letting out a sigh. He threw the condom away and laid beside you, you moved closer, almost on top of him like a fucking cover. His eyes were dazed as he looked at you. “That was fantastic,” he hummed and drank the water next to the bed. You nodded in agreement, laying your head on his chest, “We should do it again,” you answered back, he grinned, “Course babydoll,” running his fingers through your hair.
Your closed your eyes, feeling his breath on you. You opened them, looking up at him, he was absolutely handsome, his brown hair a mess and his brown eyes looking at just you. he dropped his arm from your hair, instead he cuddled you close, planting a kiss on your head. That night you slept together in the bed, he lightly snored and kept trying to steal the cover, you just wrapped it around both of you, kissing his cheek in the dark. You knew he was asleep, but you did it anyway. You cuddled him all night, into the early afternoon, before you had to get up to make a bowl of cereal. His hair was messier than last night when he sat down at the kitchen table, looking tired as hell and half awake. You handed him one of the bowls of cereal, that he took gratefully. Neither of you were a morning person. You sat on the opposite end, feeling like you were right at home, but maybe it was just the gorgeous man in front of you. 
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juniemoe · 7 months
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anyways.......... finally read wayhaven book 3 and i'm going kms now
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alphawave-writes · 13 days
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Chapter 5 of Kill your Darlings | Dr Casper Darling x Tom Zane
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Casper dives headfirst into the films Tom has created during his time in the Dark Place and learns some uncomfortable truths about the previous Toms that have gone through the spiral.
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sparring-spirals · 1 year
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Hi spar! I just wanted to say I really enjoy your metas and character analysis. You always seem to have a great grasp of the characters and narrative and emotional beats that I find super helpful!
I was wondering what you think Imogen’s mindset might be going forward as Laudna slowly recovers and has to deal with her trauma and Imogen tries to meet her where she’s at and support her. Do you think her conversations with Delilah are weighing on her more now that she’s seen some of the things Delilah put Laudna through (not just her violent death but also how much she took from her in terms of her happier memories of her home etc)? Do you feel like Imogen will internalise this or that it will unwittingly come out as Laudna’s trauma response is further explored?
Firstly- thank you very much! :'''D What a lovely compliment, I really appreciate it :) I'm a real sucker for emotional beats and character dives and narratives that get influenced by these things, and I'm thrilled other people also get mileage out of my metas about these subjects. Secondly, this answer is late, and I'm very sorry. But its here now!
TL;DR: Oh yeah totes. Absolutely. Yes on all fronts. Its gonna be wild. :'D
I think that the entire experience absolutely puts a lot of things into a new light. About Laudna, about her shaded past, about each time she trailed off mid sentence because of Delilah. And I don't think it's that Imogen didn't know about any of it before, or didn't treat it with importance, (although the layers of deflection and misdirection between them didn't help). But it's very, very different to have it laid out like it was. In visuals and ghosts and tangible hurt and misery, in faces to names and at the end of it all- Laudna. Tired, and exhausted, and hopeless, in a cage, saying she doesn't think she can do anything. That the choice is all out of her hands. That maybe it always was.
So I think the big takeaway from this revelation will manifest in details of choice and agency, and Imogen with this deep, shattering understanding of how little of it Laudna has had previously. During the res ritual, saying to her: Make your own choice, please, do what you want, and I will support it. But its your choice. Its yours. She was so emphatic about giving Laudna that, desperately wanting her to be happy, wanting her to choose that happiness.
And that mentality, from Imogen, who has spent years clawing for control, her insides and out upended by bigger forces. From Imogen, who has learned the hard way that her best tool, her strongest one, is a weapon- a mind like a spike, like a hammer, in lightning striking down, lies and consequences doled out without hesitation. From Imogen, who very, very recently, has been reminded that the best way (the only way) to keep her loved ones safe has to do with ripping the storm out of her veins and letting it loose.
(What use are all these powers if not for protecting the people she loves? What are these scars, if not a reminder?)
(Evidence?)
... So to answer your last question- yes, and, honestly, yes. I think Imogen will be invested in advocating for Laudna's happiness and Laudna's choices, and be fighting to not push her into anything she doesn't want. Fighting to not let any of her own wants or needs override Laudna's. And I also think this is going to meld beautifully (Subtext: Uh Oh) with the trigger-happy, protective, self sacrificial "ill gladly do damage to myself to do damage to enemies" things Imogen already has going on.
(So. yes to the internalizing, and then some).
But, as we've already seen in this group of powder-kegged playing-hot-potato-with-therapy individuals, this kind of internalizing is not usually a long term solution, especially under duress (Moon's haunted), especially when someone already has a ton of shit going on (Moon's haunted). So its absolutely going to come out, sooner or later, and we are ripe for Interactions, Situations, and Shenanigans in the meantime. Especially if, Laudna, fresh off of "oh god everyone derailed their lives to fix my issue" tries to focus more on Imogen as a result. Wow what a mess. Hell yeah.
(That said, there are so many other people in the Bells that need* to have 1-1 conversations and resolutions and talks with Laudna, so Imogen might have a bit of breathing room right now for putting all focus and attention on her. So I guess, internalize away, my gal.)
*Need is, technically, MY need, but it still counts. Ashton WILL talk to Laudna soon or i will Combust. F.C.G, Fearne, Chetney, Orym...... Give Me The Conversations, CR. Give them to me.
... cannot wait for the next bit of combat though.
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arithmonym · 4 months
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i’m getting ready to lose my mind over the locked tomb holiday exchange fics :3
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Clawing at the walls I hate that I don't have enough time to keep up with all the QSMP and Purgatory POVs / lore I'm interested in, I JUST WANNA KNOW WHATS HAPPENING!!!! I WANNA SEE IT ALL!!!!!!
#i talk#qsmp talk#purgatory talk#IM A SPONGE FOR KNOWLEDGE AND INFORMATION AND THE CONSTANT FLOW IS EXCEEDING MY ABILITY TO ABSORB#by which I mean being an adult with a full-time job makes it so hard to be a QSMP fan OTL#I just wanna know all the things... and not just summaries I want all the juicy details#I want to know the exact quotes I need primary sources#I don't like hearing things second-hand and even when I DO hear them from trusted sources#I like looking things up myself because#what was the tone? what was the context? what was the response to what was said?#It's important!!! It can change my entire perspective rather than if I just took a quote or summary at face value!!!!#agh!!!!#QSMP / MCYT as a whole was the worst possible media for me to get into because it's IMPOSSIBLE to know it all#Meanwhile I'm cited the official gosh dang Transf0rmers wiki#because I'm literally the ONLY person who transcribed an interview from one of the (at the time) recent TV show writers#I wish I'd known how to archive / download streams at the time. It's lost media and I'm so glad I summarized things / transcribed stufd#* stuff. But I could've done it even better...#anyways that's a big reason why I run R.A. I want the clips for my own sake but I also like providing context for other fans#agh. I AM mostly exhilarated with the Purgatory 2 things because Quackity's commentating is SO fun#and it's a good way for me to keep up w/ multiple POVs without watching 10 streams at once#but I'm still missing out on things. And I've missed SO MUCH QSMP lore.#I never used to miss a Phil stream but now I'm so behind on VODs#OTL#none of this is super serious complaining this is more of a ''man wouldn't it be nice if I could do it all?'' thing#Anyways. Idk if you read tags Bell but if you see this — you're a real one for posting so many clips#I appreciate you so much#*** Meanwhile I'm cited on#missed a word there
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wifegideonnav · 1 year
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homestuck is getting SAD and i don’t WANT THIS i want to read about shitty children lovingly bullying each other i don’t want to watch them sobbing over each other’s corpses :/
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helsteeth · 1 year
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Just thinking Sara is the only one with evidence (outside of the royal court) who knows that August posted the video on the school computer. Wille, Simon and Felice know he took the video but have no evidence he posted it. This became a massive plot point at the end of season two (and the reason for the ridiculous Alexander sub plot). Interesting…. Very interesting….
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softquietsteadylove · 2 years
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Second: So Thena and Gil stay at Phastos'. One night Thena had nightmares and sneaked out of the guest room, in nothing but Gil's shirt, to let Gil sleep. So she's in the kitchen, stealing some ice cream to calm her nerves. Ben comes in the kitchen because he heard something and got worried. So they both talk and Thena tells him more about Mahd Wy'ry and the journey she and Gil had after they split up. That she sometimes still feels like it would have been better to erase her memories and all that. And of course that she thinks Phastos doesn't want her here because she's dangerous. So Ben tries to comfort her and assure her that she's wrong.
Some more Ben, he deserves it. He's a good guy.
Thena woke slowly. She was used to waking with a sudden and sharp plunge back into reality. But she recognised the feeling of having been asleep for longer than usual--for days.
She turned her head over, her nose brushing against Gil's. He was clearly exhausted, passed out and untouchable by the world around him. If she had been asleep for days she was sure that he hadn't slept a wink all the while. His heavy arm was draped over her, and she could tell that he had scooped her up into his arms before exhaustion had loosened his grip for her.
Thena was careful about slipping up and away. She didn't want to wake him. But she had no idea what time it was, exactly how long she'd been asleep--any of it.
The house was dark. The light above the stove was on at least. She looked at the fridge, holding the calendar with Jack's activities on it. She had been asleep for four days, at this point. That was why Gil was so dead tired.
"You're up!"
Thena turned, finding Ben shuffling into the kitchen in slippers and a fluffy robe. She blinked. "What time is it?"
"Late," he sufficed to say with a smile, "or early, if you prefer. Everyone is asleep."
Thena nodded, looking down at the gold bands around her wrists.
"Phastos has been waiting to check up on you." Ben spoke with a soft voice, his tone gentle. He made his way to the freezer. "He wanted to while you were asleep, but..."
Thena tilted her head, watching as Ben emerged with a tub of ice cream.
"He and Gil had a," he bobbed his head, "disagreement."
Thena tried to ascertain what that meant. She had the information she already knew, at least. And she could guess that if she had been completely out of commission then her Gilgamesh wouldn't have been in any mood to have people around. "Did he forbid you from me?"
Ben just chuckled, pulling out spoons and bowls next. "Forbade us from even seeing you--even Jack."
She softened at the mention of her nephew. "Does he know?"
"He knows you weren't feeling well," Ben shrugged, still able to take this all in stride despite the dangerous nature of her condition. "And that you didn't want him to get sick--that's why you were in bed all weekend."
He pushed one of the bowls towards her. She examined it for a moment before acquiescing. "Gilgamesh?"
He understood what she was asking. "Didn't leave your side. Still hasn't, I'm guessing."
Thena nodded, looking down the hall towards their guestroom, compelled only by her desire to see him. She sighed. "I'd like to be angry with him but I understand why he hasn't."
Ben shrugged, although his smile told her that he knew more than he was necessarily saying. "Husbands worry."
She managed a smile back at him before taking another bite, "they do."
"He told Phastos that apparently he's seen you in this condition before?"
Thena nodded, taking in a deep breath. Ben didn't rush her, eating his ice cream at his own pace. "We married within the first century of being out in Australia. He'll say it was his idea, but I'm really the one who suggested we go and do it."
Ben hid his laugh in his spoon. They certainly sounded like a married couple.
Thena's smile was soft. "As far as I was concerned, we have been bonded to each other for thousands and thousands of years. Well before this...sickness."
"That's how you ended up in Australia?"
"We somewhat ended up there after a long, long journey," Thena mused. Of all the memories she had to really search for, these were never among them. "It's mild in weather, and as far from the populace as possible. I was prepared to lie down and wither away in that desert. I would have if not for him."
"He followed me--all the way out there. Stayed by my side, through the worst and the ugliest. He built the foundation for our house, laid bricks and mortar. He's the reason we have a home out there."
Ben smiled a little brighter, "I'm sure he would say that his home is out there because of you."
Thena let out a quiet laugh, "I suppose that does sound like him. He's terribly soft hearted and romantic in nature."
"I think you're more romantic than you think you are," he grinned, taking a bite of ice cream again. "Love can do that to a person."
Thena took a bite. "I suppose you're right."
"You snuck off for ice cream?"
Thena's smile turned wide and bright, pushing away the dark edges of the room. "I was going to bring you some."
Gil just leaned in, lowering his head. Thena raised a spoonful for him, meeting him in the middle. His hand slid over her shoulder and down her back.
They certainly acted like a married couple too.
Ben sat silently as they looked at each other. Whatever they were saying - questions, apologies, pleading - didn't need words. Everything managed to get said between their eyes and how their hands drifted over each other.
Gil sighed, accepting whatever they'd agreed upon, settling on wrapping his arms around her shoulder and leaning over her back. "Bed's cold."
"I was talking to our brother-in-law," she laughed, although it sounded like she was trying to scold him.
Ben only smiled. "I didn't mean to steal her from you."
Gil faked a pout, "it doesn't take much when sweets are involved."
Thena took another bite for herself before raising her spoon up for GIl again. She looked at Ben. "Perhaps we should consider going back-"
"Please," Ben gripped the counter in urgency. Thena and Gil both blinked at the response. "I know he hasn't expressed it well, but...it's made Phastos so happy to have you both here."
The couple traded a look. Thena frowned, "I do not want to outstay our welcome."
"You are family," Ben said more firmly this time. "You are always welcome."
Thena looked up at Gil. She still didn't know exactly what was said between him and their brother while she was asleep. But the way he was holding her didn't exactly indicate anything good. She squeezed his hand.
Gil sighed, resting his cheek against her hair. "You want to stay?"
"I want you to stay," she clarified. "I want you to have time around other people--time out of the desert, time to enjoy more in life."
Gil sighed again, heavier this time. He looked at her, brushing back some hair as he leaned down to kiss her. He barely pulled away enough to speak, "I can enjoy life plenty so long as I have you."
Ben poked at the ice cream in his bowl; very romantic indeed. "Jack has been saying he wants to try making breakfast for Aunt Thena. Now that she's up and 'feeling better', perhaps we should let him."
Thena smiled, leaning back into Gil's embrace. "I think we should."
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pocketgalaxies · 2 years
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ugh. keyleth's face when he says "people die every day. except me. that's my punishment, child. i live on. i live on with my shame and my intelligence."
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