#lmao just like everyone else i'm sure

[werewolfsmile]

Just watched The Big Bang Job again today and I rambled about this in an earlier post reblog but it deserves its own post..

The way Eliot dresses makes so much more sense after meeting Moreau and his goons. He rejects all notions of being anything like those well dressed men in their suits again. So blank and uniform, just another soldier in Moreau's private army.

That's why his shirt is always untucked, sleeves rolled up, collar unbuttoned. Not to mention the hair - the biggest rebellion is his hair. A constant reminder of who he is now that stays the same, no matter what he wears.

And it just makes me think how this is such a good representation of the identity crisis he went through (and let's be real, is still going through).

Eliot used to be one of those men. He had his hair short, wore the tailored suits and carried the guns. He didn't accessorise. He suppressed every aspect of an individual personality in order to fit the role that Moreau had for him.

Sure, we're not blatantly told all of those things in the show, but we can infer, simply from looking at Moreau's goons and how they're presented.

Seeing Eliot surrounded by those goons in the pool scene is more than just showing us the threat to Eliot and Hardison - and also the threat that Eliot and his reputation present. It's about showing us the demons of his past, the nightmare that he doesn't want to go back to. Eliot had alluded to his past before but it's been nebulous. Now, we finally see that past take shape and it's hideous.

But Eliot didn't stay like that. He got out - he got free - and he has been reclaiming pieces of himself ever since. Until, finally, he's the evolving Eliot that we know and love. He prefers to dress casual and relaxed, with strong reminders of his roots throughout. He keeps his hair long and loose - not military regulation, not 'professional' as far as male standards go, not even convenient for fighting. It's all a way of stealing himself back, and making sure the differences between who he was then and now are stark and vivid.

I could keep rambling but this is already twice as long as I intended. Just ... Eliot Spencer. He still doesn't view himself as a better man, never mind a redeemable man, but he is. When compared to those goons, his transformation is clear as day.

#eliot spencer #leverage #the big bang job #christian kane #my posts #this got away from me a bit #i have so many feelings about eliot and this episode #lmao just like everyone else i'm sure #for the record i adore the way eliot dresses #i'm a country girl through and through so his style is the epitome of fashion to me #don't even get me started on the necklaces #one day i'll make a post about that guitar pick necklace and its significance to him

[kenobihater]

of all the star wars movies, which of them do y'all 1) enjoy the most 2) consider the best quality and 3) think you've rewatched the most. add your answers in the reblogs or replies, i'm genuinely curious how much of an overlap there is within everyone's three answers. mine don't overlap at all! they're revenge of the sith, empire strikes back, and the force awakens :^)

#len speaks #star wars #revenge of the sith #empire strikes back #the force awakens #not tagging more films than that bc i cant b bothered. incoming tag ramble ahead bc i have sw brainrot rn and im making it everyones prob❤️ #i rlly struggled 2 remember if id watched tfa or aotc more. i went w/ tfa bc it was formative to me as a teen and ive seen it probably 6ish #times? whereas aotc was the first sw movie i remember (specifically the scene of obiwan serving c*nt in the bar lmao) but i've only seen it #for sure 4.5 and maybe 5.5 times. the .5 is from when i got bored after obi-wan's scene ended and ran off to go play in the mud or smthn 😭 #i'm sure tfa will eventually get surpassed in number of rewatches by aotc and rots bc i don't fw the direction of the ST but that's my #current ballpark estimate of my total number of rewatches #as an adult tho if i just wanna watch a star war i'll go with aotc bc it's fun and ends semihappily and i can turn my brain off for the #spinny lightsabers. it's great background noise or for if you're sick or whatever. rots on the other hand? i won't talk through that unless #i'm quoting it with my brother and i am LOCKED IN 100% entirely entranced by it all #i almost picked rogue one for the best quality answer but i think the character writing is weaker and the facial cgi is creepy. esb beats #it by a hair imho bc of that. the vader hallway scene goes hard tho!!! #also i'm not covering shows or games or books or anything else in this post - simply the films. might ask abt shows later but that might #also give me hives bc so many of the shows suck ass and i don't rlly want ppl extolling the virtues of t.bb in my notes 💀 #and yes i do think one's enjoyment and one's opinion of quality are two things that often overlap. but sometimes you just like something #bad and that's awesome. like rots is the best of the prequels by a large margin and i adore the opening and characters and many of the #scenes but that doesn't mean it's the best star wars has to offer ykwim? it's my specialest most favoritest sw movie but that doesn't blind #me to the dialogue lmfaooo

[sircolinmorgan]

Merlin Week: Day 2 + Favourite theme.

LOVE ❤️

#merlinweek2022 #merlinweek #arthurpendragonns #ughmerlin #merlinedit #bbcmerlinedit #bbc merlin #perioddramaedit #merlin #is this a theme? idk maybe not i just like seeing people be nice to each other #my gifsets are so basic compared to everyone else's i'm not sure why i'm bothering lol #hopefully someone might appreciate my contribution lmao #my gifs #merlin1

[tvckerwash]

wash tormenting the reds in the most petty ways possible because he's still pissed off about them hitting him with a car and then blowing him up in s8 is so important to me you don't even understand

#I'm pretty sure I've said it on my old blog before but wash is the blues older brother but to the reds? he's the neighborhood bully lmao #that scene in s13 where wash gets all the chorus soldiers to turn on grif for refusing to attend the training sessions? 100% an act of #calculated cruelty on wash's part lmao #oh oh or in s11 when wash hooked up blue base to the ships power but not the reds? also calculated lol #wash stealing all of their stuff in s10 will also always be a fav petty wash moment of mine #he is out to make them suffer and they're not even aware of it lol #rvb #agent washington #mine #not t/oaru #if i ever write my ct lives au fic I'm going so hard on petty grudge holding wash #he is an absolute menace but he's so lowkey about it that in universe trying to convince ppl that wash is as petty as he is #is nearly impossible #the only ppl aware of wash's true nature are the counselor the director ct alpha and probably maine (and maybe florida) #everyone else sees him in a similar light as his fanon characterization #that's part of the reason why i think lina was so shock in s10 when he turned his gun on her bc to her wash was always so subordinate that #she just genuinely never saw it coming #anyway wash/ct/maine friendship is so important to me. i like to include south in there too sometimes but honestly south comes off as a #loner type. like she doesn't mind ppl but no one except north is really willing to tolerate her uh....personality for long periods of time #shes very....reactive and emotionally charged #but tbh id be that way too if i was stuck with north #north unironically reminds me of my dad but not in the good way lol #god my tags are all over the place #audhd brain goes brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[butwhatifidothis]

🔥 for FE Heroes

I feel like Book... 7?? The one with all the Big Booba Snake Ladies. I feel like that one had a chance to be really interesting in exploring the depths of identity and how one feels they've lost too much of themselves to be considered the same person as who they were before, if, like... it cared to be anything but a Big Booba Lady Who Like-a Da Summoner fest.

Plus the old goat guy who turned evil out of nowhere actually had a pretty banger motivation in starting the chain of the Golden Seer but the execution of his EEEEEVIL nature and his plan were dumb as shit

#ask #anon #ask meme #like if i remember right Old Goat Guy was scared of losing his immortality and so forced Seidr to enter everyone into an endless loop #so that Old Goat Guy can technically ''live forever'' and like?? i feel like in the right hands that could work??? #it damn sure didn't here lmao but yeah #plus the whole loss of identity and acceptance of the changes to yourself and how you were at different parts in your life #and how they all come together to form a mosaic of your life #IS COOL and I DO LIKE IT but god DAMN do these ladies have literally nothing else going for them #and i'm like 99% sure i'm just pulling shit outta my ass seeing this theme in them in the first place #since these girlies really are JUST Big Booba Ladies Who Like-a Da Summoner and nothing else

[natelia-aldelliz]

Guys... Listen I know I said I'd draw something for valentine's day but I had a bit of a rough week sooooo I'm just going to write it out instead, maybe I'll finish drawing it some day, maybe not. It's behind a show more because it's long.

(also there's talks about having sex but no actual sex, and like, general warnings about Ghost's backstory but it's very vague here).

Soap was hanging around outside, trying to bring himself to do something, anything. But the weather was nice for a February day, and the sun was out, and it was making him feel like a cat basking in the heat.

An arm wrapped itself around his shoulders, a huge body suddenly weighing on him. Ghost.

Soap hummed comfortably. This day was getting better by the minute. Any chill he might have felt from being outside in a tank top out of pure Scottish spite was instantly soothed.

Simon often times saw himself as a cold man, freezing to the touch, hidden behind a layer of ice. A proper little Elsa, Soap almost snorted out loud. The truth was that while yes, his fingers and toes' temperature was sometimes abysmal, especially in bed, the rest of him was the warmest place Johnny had ever been.

"I've got something for you in our room," Ghost whispered against his throat, making Soap shiver.

Simon had begun calling Soap's room theirs a few weeks ago and Johnny couldn't have enough of it. He was so in love it genuinely hurt sometimes to restrain himself from squeezing him to death.

"Is that so?" he purrs, knowing how Ghost likes that. If this day didn't end in sex he'd be very surprised. He'd long learned to recognize when Simon wanted sex and when he didn't, and the way he squeezed his pec in response to his voice was a very easy tell.

But then again Simon was way less subtle than he thought he was.

They made their way back to their room, and there it was, a repurposed shoebox, badly wrapped with cheap wrapping paper. Johnny couldn't be more excited, he had never received any gift from a significant other. To be fair he adored gifting but always felt awkward receiving.

But this was Simon. Something that Simon had chosen to give him.

He sat on the bed, leaving enough space behind him for Ghost to sit there so he could use him as a very comfortable backrest. When he did, he grabbed the gift and began opening it.

He knew that Ghost liked to tear the wrapping paper, liked the sound of it and liked tearing it into the smallest pieces possible after, but he himself loved carefully unwrapping it and folding it flat so he could later maybe do an origami with it or put a piece in his journal. Probably both.

This one was full of tape but he still very much enjoyed himself, considered it a challenge. He enjoyed the chase, wanted to drag it on. Ghost huffed impatiently behind him, a bit tense, probably nervous.

Inside the box was a weird old fashioned clunky thing. It was bright red, looked slightly like binoculars, definitely from the 70's, with a wheel of tiny pictures wedged in the top of it. Memories hit him all at once.

"Oh my god ah remember, my Ma had one of these when ah was a child! My sister and I loved it, it had pretty landscapes in!"

He put it against his eyes, excited to see what this one came with. At his biggest surprise, it was a picture of them. Simon had customised it.

The picture showed the back of himself a bit further away from the camera, pointing at something while in full gear, in a dilapidated town, Ghost's face in the foreground looking at the camera. It looked like Soap was talking to someone, but that person was cut by the framing.

"Wait, ah remember that mission, it's when ah saved Gaz from a landmine just to be shot seconds later," he laughed. "ah spent two fucking weeks in the hospital, ah was miserable. Ye kept joking ah should hiv left Gaz explode while staring at him, he was convinced ye actually wanted him dead!"

Then the next picture was indeed him in his hospital bed, unconscious but the state of his injuries told him he was probably just sleeping at least a few days after his admission, his life no longer in danger. In this one, Ghost was sleeping too, head in his elbow near Soap's head and his other hand holding Soap's hand.

"Who took this one?" Soap asked, moved by the tenderness of Ghost's hold on him in the picture. It would have been right after Johnny had admitted to maybe liking him more than friends, before they were officially dating.

"The hospital one?"

Soap hummed.

"Price did. Said it was for blackmail. Should have seen him, he looked like his child had just married the person of their dreams and had ridden off into a rainbow on a unicorn or some shit. Old man's sentimental as fuck, but I didn't call him on his bullshit, he's already old, that's punishment enough."

Soap giggled in response. The next few pictures were all of them together but each time he was either turning his back or asleep.

"Why the fuck am ah never looking at the camera?" he whined. He wanted some cute couple pictures, dammit!

"Couldn't have you suspecting what I was planning," Simon said, kissing his shoulder soothingly. Only then Soap noticed that he had taken his mask off at some point and turned to ask for a proper kiss, which he immediately got.

"Keep going, there's more pictures," Simon whispered against his lips when he tried to turn around to kiss him some more. His pouting only got him a smirk in response, so he got comfortable again and brought the slide viewer back against his eyes.

He was happy he did. The next picture waiting for him was just Simon in the mirror, almost in full gear, but with one gloveless hand dragging his trousers down so the camera could see the bottom of his stomach, follow along his happy trail and reaching the very top of his pubic hair. The picture cut of his head, but he could see that his mouth was uncovered and he was holding the glove with his teeth.

Soap groaned. "Steaming Jesus, love, you're so hot."

He felt Simon hide his face in the back of his neck, warmer than usual, and chuckled a bit. He loved him so fucking much.

There were four more pictures of Simon, in various suggestive poses and states of undress, some almost showing his cock but never quite committing, making Johnny feel like he was being teased.

He was getting hard though and so ready to be done with the pictures and access the real thing. But Simon was still tense behind him. In fact, he had only gotten tenser and tenser with each click.

Soap was unsure why. They never had a problem with their sexual life, Simon had already changed his mind about having sex after starting and Soap had absolutely no problem with that, was glad to hug him instead and reassure him when he had tried to apologize.

Simon knew that there was no pressure, ever, to have sex. Hell, Johnny would still be happy even if Simon decided that he never wanted to have sex again, and he had made sure to make Simon understand that.

Then he got to the last picture and immediately understood.

It wasn't a picture of either of them, just a little bit of paper, with a few words written in Ghost's awful handwriting.

Just a few words that made Johnny drop the viewer on the covers and turn around to grab Simon's face, worriedly looking in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking for any trace of Simon forcing himself. "Baby, ah'm happy to bottom for the rest of mah life, there's no pressure, okay?"

Simon looked at him with warmth in his eyes and his cheeks completely red, a wrapping bow added on top of his head. "I know," he said simply. "I just want to. I don't want to be haunted by memories anymore. I used to like it, and I want to like it again. With you. Just.... Be gentle, okay?"

Johnny kissed his forehead. "Ah dinnae think ah ken how no tae be gentle with ye, love."

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #listen i'm sure there are romantic people somewhere who think it's valentine's day everyday so how late can that be #to be fair i am terrible at deadlines i don't know why i keep giving them to myself cause i soon as i do i know i'm never doing the thing #i've also burnt out my drawing capacities for now so probably expect more writing than drawing for a bit while my poor tiny brain recovers #if anyone is wondering yes soap forgot it was valentine's day #not because he forgot about it - he just forgot to track the days and didn't know they were the 14th he had a gift ready tho #he got ghost a chocolate tablet that ghost had once complained about not being able to find anymore that's actually just me complaining irl #that my supermarket doesn't seem to have white chocolate tablets with puffed rice inside like they did when i was a child #i have no idea how that applies to anywhere else lmao maybe other supermarkets have them but i hate going to supermarkets i don't know #anyway lmao sorry my love language is ranting #soap doesn't generally like receiving gifts because he feels like he doesn't deserve them like he didn't have to work for them #and so he feels guilty when he gets one but he hasn't told anyone about that #he was happy there but if ghost gives him ''too many'' gifts he's gonna start feeling bad bc he has just as much issues as everyone else #just hides them better

[mustangs-flames]

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#bad idea but i went on twt for like 5 secs and immediately saw a post saying *all* tmc aus are bad #and now i'm just sat here like 'cool. thank you. sorry you aren't filled with joy and whimsy' #(trying not to get anxious over it bc i'm sure the person wasn't trying to be mean but like... there are some really interesting/good au's- #out there. it's not everyone else's fault that you haven't looked beyond the very popular ones to find one more in line with your interests #anyway yeah. i'll shut up now lmao #sorry for the vent(?) does it even count as one though? #just my anxiety finding things to latch onto lol #idk maybe someone should make a post/compilation of au's in the fandom that are interesting that often get overlooked #might help change some people's opinions on it #i'd do it myself but i don't really interact much with the tmc fandom. i'm just on the edge of it lmao

[hirazuki]

Maedhros and Mairon + 49

…out of necessity | Maedhros & Mairon

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Aman, somewhere in the north. Fourth Age.

"And you are absolutely certain I cannot persuade you to come?" Maedhros asks, only half in jest, over the rim of his near-depleted glass.

Mairon tucks away the warm bloom of pleasure he feels at the Elf's clear approval of the vintage -- made from fruit harvested just over the hill; he has been experimenting, in the hope of finally discovering a drink to his own liking -- and casts a withering glare at him instead, of the kind that once flayed servants and kings alike and stayed dragons in their tracks.

His visitor, true to form, remains entirely unaffected.

The Maia clicks his tongue and runs a subtly-clawed hand through a strand of hair that has fallen over his eyes, examining its ends before flicking it back.

"No, thank you," he declines, feigned sweetness and a hint of fang slipping in, in reminiscence of bygone days. "I have no desire to mire myself in the politics of Valinor and Tirion and Tol Eressëa and whatever new settlement the latest group of reembodied discontents has elected to erect."

Maedhros chuckles into his glass, with sympathy and, likely, no small amount of envy -- he does not possess the luxury of choice in this matter -- before he drains it.

To say receiving him had been a surprise -- wine-dark elegance walking down the garden path to his doorstep, his Fëanorian finery a far cry from the remembered bronze and battered steel; hair, once and forever, a bloodstain in the sun -- would be to say the Grinding Ice was cold.

Awkwardness and cautious circling had gradually given way to unspun talk of things both great and small, held over sectioned wooden plates and light-colored tea in patterned cups; Mairon eagerly lapping up every scrap of information offered, starving mind ever at odds with his self-imposed isolation in the wilderness of Aman's empty north. He'd come here in pursuit of peace -- to remove himself from the noise and the tangle, the unbearableness of eternity's everyday; and the price for soothing his spirit was boredom. There was a line between too much quiet and not enough, and it was as gossamer stretched between the trees.

Neither had the irony been lost on him: he who, once, had stood on sheer precipices, feeding news of the world below to hungry ears upon its peaks. An unthinkable case of turned tables.

The paltry heat of the day -- a ghost of the burning summers across the sea -- had eventually faded into bland evening, with a suggestion of night-flowers in the air too timid to be truly called a scent. They had barely noticed, until firelight hair started shining brighter against the window panes.

Mairon has enjoyed this far more than he would have anticipated; certainly more than he will ever admit. He supposes he should not be surprised at it -- he has been alone since coming here, after all, and Maedhros has always proved to be intriguing, intelligent company, even in throes of imprisonment; even in torture.

Fëanor's eldest stands, apology on his lips. "I should be returning; it is some way to Formenos, and there are those among my family with a predilection for hasty conclusions; regardless of however little actual information they possess." His face does something complicated, that echoes the tightness the Maia feels in his chest. "I did not think I would stay so late."

Mairon pauses, halfway to standing himself. "You did not tell anyone where you were going?"

"Should I have?"

The former Lieutenant of Angband -- Gorthaur; Sauron; the Second Dark Lord and erstwhile Lord of Mordor -- stares at him, blankly.

Maedhros laughs, and it is the same mirthless, rueful laugh he remembers from a different land under a different sky, if somewhat filed down around the edges by time spent in silver vapors and vast caverns that trail below the seas.

"And what designs do you have on me, here in Aman?" the Elf asks him, with a manner that is heedless of the eggshells others have strewn all about him since his return to the West, and it feels like the fire coursing through his veins when he runs after being confined for too long. "What have you ever done towards me, in person, other than argue yourself hoarse to have me unhung?"

Oh. He'd noticed. His one-time prisoner had noticed, somehow, through the haze of blood and pain and stinging northern winds. Mairon is not certain how he feels about that.

"I dislike waste," is the response he settles on; it is not a lie. "And you forget too easily."

"I have not forgotten anything," Maedhros assures him, and holds up his left hand to look at the yawning black that graces its reincarnated palm. "I simply think I am no longer in a position to cast stones."

Mairon looks at it, too.

He thinks of Celebrimbor, of how he has heard that his shirts are always sleeved to the wrist and he avoids eating with knives, and of Maeglin, and how he shirks high places, and of the blistered skin still stamped around his own throat, a collar fashioned of previous flesh and soul-carved fear that hounds him in every form.

Is it the same for a Vala? he wonders, suddenly; does Melkor also wear the wounds of an old life? He has not seen him, yet, though Nienna has reached out.

"I have not been for a long time." Maedhros' voice is a half-whisper, but it draws him out from where he has fallen into his own head, before he can sink in deeper to drown in the sirenic call of afterthoughts long dead.

He watches him take out a glove from a pocket in his cloak and, using his teeth, pull it over his hand.

"You keep it hidden?"

The question is intrusive, insensitive, and wholly involuntary -- Maedhros has not shown any indication that the burn of the Silmaril bothers him, and the care with which he covers it now strikes the Maia with the suddenness of hammer upon anvil.

"I grew tired of both pity and censure," comes the answer -- raw in honesty and distressingly intimate, it devastates like Song.

And yet, Fëanor's firstborn leaves his right wrist bare for all to see. Perhaps it is because the injury is older, Mairon thinks; or, perhaps, it is that some scars are more private than others.

He catches Maedhros smiling at him, and at the hand he did not realize he has raised to cradle his own neck.

The Elf says nothing, and turns to make his way to the front door.

Mairon follows; it is only proper to walk him out.

He is about to bid him goodnight on the threshold, in the fashion of old Beleriand, when Maedhros leans forward and places a quick touch of his lips on him, once on each cheek.

Mairon stills, for the span between seconds, before flinching back. "What are you doing?"

"Satisfying the demands of Noldorin etiquette," Maedhros replies, brow slightly creasing under the plain band of burnished copper that goes around his head. "I should have thought you familiar with all our customs."

Mairon retreats within his mind and quickly flips through the tome of his life labeled 'Eregion' -- still within easy reach, though riddled with dust and disuse.

There is nothing there.

Curious; but, it is possible the Elves of Ost-in-Edhil -- Tyelpë, in particular -- had kept more of a distance from him than he'd been led to believe. Despite the long winters and the late nights and the celebrations, there had always been a boundary between Elf and Maia: too insubstantial to ever be commented on, just solid enough to be vexing. That, or they had left some traditions behind when they had crossed over the mountains, alongside everyone else, in the wake of rising water and incalculable loss.

None of that is pertinent, however, at the moment. What matters is his old counterpart standing before him, the lingering trace of foreign warmth on his face, and his ever-burning need to know.

"And what does it signify?"

"It means," Maedhros begins, speaking words that Mairon could not have imagined existed on the other side of howling cliffs and deep fire and wretched hallowed light, "that it is good to see you again."

#maedhros #mairon #sauron #silmarillion #tolkien #my writing #hira writes tolkien #😉 😘 #okay; this is softer and more wholesome than what i typically write #but given what i'm putting them through in your other prompt i figured they can have one (1) nice thing #i hope you like it!!! ♡ #i tried to write it in a way that it could fit with both our personal verses ^^ #(though i'm sure it's nigh incomprehensible to everyone else XD) #(it would have made /a lot/ more sense to y'all if i had managed to first publish Bun's flower ask from a month+ ago) #(but you'll just have to take my word for it lmao) #two down three more to go! #these two caused /such/ a holdup in my creative endeavors; hopefully i can work my way faster through the rest XD

[mildmayfoxe]

ok so the current stats at work are that after about three weeks of being in the hospital my boss's mom died. this is why i've been putting off quitting bc truly awful thing to have happened to anybody. really really horrible. however my favorite coworker put in her notice last week because she got a new job and i just got a text from another coworker that they're putting in their notice today. everyone is fucking dropping like flies. thats half of the core warehouse crew gone since our staff is so fucking small. i was thinking of putting in my notice on friday because i've GOTTA escape but my boss's mom's funeral is tomorrow. UHHH?????

#HELP ! #i've been trying to avoid talking about what happened bc it's not my fucking business to spread aroudn but it's added context for why #everything's so fucking weird at work rn & why i've put off quitting for the past month. #remember when i wanted to quit originally at the beginning of august and my boss's cousin was in the hospital & i was like #'hm better wait' and by the next week her MOM was in the hospital?? shoulda just quit the first time!! #anyway it's a TRICKY SITUATION i think i might just have to put in my notice on friday because unless for some reason i get offered a raise #(not gonna happen) i have to make sure i'm out with everyone else so i don't have to be part of the aftermath #chatpost #work tag #i'll be honest i'm stressed about how work is going to be today since my coworker is putting in their notice before going in. LMAO!

[todayisafridaynight]

me when i ship zhaohan 😔 there's next to no content unless i'm just not looking in the right spots

be the change you want to see in the world my man.... if i can trick people into thinking masadai is real then i know you can rally the troupes with them lovable goobers......

#snap chats #zhao and yeonsu ARE cute to me tho thats the thing. theyre so sillay #i dont have many ideas with them but i love drawing them together when i get the motivation #i love drawing zhao and joon-gi honestly since Like Ichi i draw them kinda differently from everyone else #/kinda differently/ zhao's a foot tall motherfucker #BUT NO with joon-gi i want him to be a bishounen protag... so it's fun giving him all those sparklies and anime energy... #tho it'd be more appropriate to go for a manhwa art style huh #something to practice me thinks... #REGARDLESS i believe in you anon..... get that propaganda flowing you'll gather a small group in no time... #if you're sick enough in the head <- me #oh but if you arnet confident or know what to do yet !!!! pixiv and twitter generally has a good amount of art for them #i know i happen upon zhao and joon-gi art when i scroll through twitter sometimes #of course you have to follow eastern artists but they ALWAYS have The Best And Most Delicious Shit #they never miss they're the only artists i follow on twitter im p sure LMAO #if you don't know what artists to follow on twitter though pixiv's your best friend #some people are scared of her but not me...... i'm too numb to everything... plus she does have a LOT of good stuff there #'趙ハン' is the zhaohan tag on there. there's 101 works but i know not every thing is tagged sometimes #like a lot of arakawa fam stuff isn't tagged 'arakawa family' or even 'arakawa'- just generally 'yakuza' or 'rgg' and stuff like that #just gotta do a lil digging my friend ! best of luck to you ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

[somelazyassartist]

Oh shit I've been out of the TAZ loop for MAYBE two weeks bc I've been temporarily focusing on Dungeon Meshi and in that time nobody told me TAZ Live! in Seattle came out????

#i was there!! i love that liveshow :] #I (me!) canonically died in The Adventure Zone along with everyone else at the show #ALSO!!!! MY SPECIAL GUY IS HERE!!!!! #WON'T SAY WHO IN CASE SOMEONE HASN'T SEEN IT YET BUT MY SPECIAL GUY!!!!!! #I WAS SO SO SO SAD HE'S MOST LIKELY GETTING CUT FROM THE GRAPHIC NOVELS BUT HE GOT THE SPOTLIGHT HERE!!!!! #I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!! #oooooooh this also means i get to start posting fanart for this liveshow!!! yippee!!!! #taz spoilers #the adventure zone spoilers #taz live in Seattle #oh and our posters were scribbled all over by one of the McElroys!! wasn't Griffin for sure but it doesn't specify who did it lol #I'm assuming either Clint or Travis based on handwriting! i just know it wasn't Griffin because they wrote that lmao #according to the notes he was apparently in the bathroom and they got bored autographing so they just started doodling all over the posters #absolutely treasure them i love my Seattle poster so so much i love their silly commentary and doodles it means everything to me #oh also!! also also also!!! shout out to that group that were dressed as Fantasy Kostco employees and giving out free samples!! #they gave me a magic item coupon and a little klarg sticker it was so fun they were all so nice :]

[skysybil]

"i don't understand why the murder mystery quests are so hard" (voice of man who forgot speak with dead existed in bg3 and used it for the very first time in act goddamn three)

#bg3 #i'm just Stupid #i knew speak with dead existed but i was basically like #eh i'm doing fine! surely this spell i see literally everyone else using in the game will not be helpful at all #haven't used detect thoughts at all either. only used the parasite once #my tav is a little particular about her spell choice. i think it may be making me play the game wrong kind of LMAO

[musical-chick-13]

Do you think being an ugly woman or going through puberty as a girl can be traumatic?

I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask this, as I am not a medical professional or researcher, just a very mentally ill lady.

But, as far as I see it, anything can be traumatic. It depends on a variety of situational factors-how other people react to what's happening, how they treat you, what your body and mind do in response to an event, how impactful or prolonged the event in question is. I'm reluctant to say that anything is inherently traumatic, (just because everyone is going to respond to every situation or combination of situations differently). But I don't think there's anything that exists that could never be traumatic in any situation, either. (And this gets even more complicated when you factor in something like PTSD or other illnesses that have triggers, especially ones that might not read as "obvious" to the average person.) If someone ostracizes you or refuses to understand your identity or ignores or belittles what you're going through, and if you don't have access to various personal needs because people are mistreating or neglecting you for things you can't control, I can absolutely believe that would incite a trauma response.

I'd really recommend reading this analysis/explanation of what, exactly, trauma is. It really helped me make sense of some of my experiences and solidify my own feelings toward the concept of trauma as a whole. It also has a link to some resources from the trauma and PTSD library, which I think are far more equipped to provide adequate answers than I could be.

#I know this is like barely an answer but I wasn't entirely sure HOW to answer this #everyone's experience is different and I don't think it's my job to define an experience for someone else. ultimately only the person #experiencing it can do that (along with any qualified person they might ask for help). but brains are complicated and sometimes it helps #to have someone acknowledge that brains are complicated. #ALSO every time I say 'girls' or 'women' that includes trans ladies just making that ABUNDANTLY clear #we don't tolerate t---fs on this blog #multi t(ASK)ing #I'm not gonna say that being a teenage girl or an 'ugly' person traumatized ME but it...certainly didn't help lmao

[givemeuniversalcrossovers]

The replaying PLA experience so far, as documented by me;

Painful reminder of the banishment scene via the initial gossiping from people around me as I walk into the town with Professor Laventon

Sees Beni: fuck you fuck you die horridly you racist fuckwit die die I'm gonna burn down your shop

Sees Cyllene: hiiii wiifffeee

Sees Volo: You. *sees his evil fucking face* I should've known you were evil from the start by that face I never got to the betrayal scene yet because I gave up on my other account and only knew through tumblr spoilers but damn I should've fucken known

The commander going on about well I may have fallen from the sky but I'm one of them now work hard and people will trust you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you you piece of shit lying bastard fuck you

Volo jumpscare: fucking shit hell. "Bet you weren't expecting that" YEA I forgot you did that geez!! But fuck you I've been using the backstrike method this whole time I'm versed in the gameplay, bitch

Sees Mei: oh hiiii I forgot how pretty you were god it sucks that after this storyline you're essentially forgotten whoops, you're doing great sweetieee

Talks to the Cherrim quest guy: ah ffs it's you. I didn't even complete this quest in my other game I never even caught a Cherrim yet fuuuck

Hears Adaman and Irida arguing and hears Adaman be like "I'm not gonna waste my time" : MY GUY YOU STARTED IT?? I'M WITH IRIDA ON THIS ONE MY DUDE

Talks to Buizel guy: oh no I'll have to catch an alpha I couldn't do this quest last time without one oh nvm I caught an actual normal 2'8 Buizel nvm alls good

Also fuck the hairdresser old lady!! Obligatory 500 then unable to undo or cancel?? I just wanted to know my options at that time!! I didn't wanna actually do it!! Cunt.

#PLA spoilers #PLA #Tw swearing #Tw threats of violence #I'm a muscalid I have violence in my heart vengeance in my soul and I'm very tiny #Look Beni and commander fuck me right off okay #Huge mad at them #They have their reasons but fuck those guys entirely #I am coming back and murdering you both when the banishment time comes #You will not be spared by my Oshawatt turned Samurott #Everyone else is fine #Fuck Volo but I'm eventually gonna get his ass too and he's kind of just pathetic #Like he acts friendly but I know he's sus but those fuckers? Beni was rude to me off the bat and then tries to kill me #And the commander betrays you turns on you real quick when they've had you running about doing those jobs #Fuck em #Pricks #Under a readmore cause lmao I will only be adding to the list no doubt #And so no one has to deal with my violence first thing in the morning #Me and my prev game player teaming up to beat commanders and Benis ass #Pretty sure Typhlosion is technically a muscalid I think so like it fits as I did a cyndaquill run last time now it's an Oshawatt run #Ain't gonna do a rowlett run because my friend did it and had a horrid time XD g #Hisuian Rowlett sucks apparently and I'm not here for it

[coldercreation]

i feel like shit today but ur writing makes me feel better

ly man

🥺 Awh I hope you are feeling better, crappy days really suck<3 Glad the writing has been helpful, it's always nice to have those little ways to escape for a bit when things get sucky. Reading and writing have always been that for me.

I'm having a bit of a rough one myself, but fortunately it's mostly just because I'm really tired after a long work week with a bunch of new (kinda mehh🙈) people.

Hearing that my writings have been able to make you feel better made me feel better, so thank you for sharing love! xx

(edit: I wrote too many tags so tumblr just deleted the last few lmaoo. Anyway, the last ones just said that all feels are welcome and they too shall pass, and to have a nice weekend<3)

#I was temporarily working in a new team where I didn't know anyone #but everyone else knew each other #and it wasn't horrible or anything #but it was v much clear that they had their own thing #and they weren't even trying to involve me lmao #felt like high school hahaha #like I'd say something trying to join the conversation and they'd just completely ignore it #sure I was only there for this week so what's the point to get to know me or whatever #but still hella rude imo right?? #but the positive side is that next week I'm back with my more familiar work mates #plus this kinda reminded me of how far I've come #because if this had actually happened in high school #I would've felt really hurt and taken it personally and thought it was something wrong with ME #instead of realising that it's really nothing to do with me how others behave #or treat others #sure would be nice that they had tried to be friendlier #and not so obviously exclude me #but that's not on meee #usually people are niceeee #and I have a good time with new people toooo #so yeah #have come a long way to not take that personally #I mean #my brain is trying to take it personally #but we're fighting back in this house #🤺 #ruminating brain has free rein no more! #So anon I hope that whatever it was that made your day a shit one #can also somehow get turned around<3 #but sometimes it's okay to just feel like shit too

[golisopod-mutual]

its no secret that i write fanfic but i gotta say. its so good for me that I do not have any interest in writing smut bc I will be honest. I don’t think I could. in what world could I ever put to paper the sensation of sexual attraction? girl I don’t even know what thats like let alone how to describe it. my romance fics already come across more platonic than anything.

#i dont often feel bothered by my orientation but sometimes i am reminded how i'm missing out on things that are SO HUGE and SO COMMON #for everyone else #and i dont feel bad that I'm missing them bc I dont want them #but it is a very alienating and othering feeling #post brought to you by 'im watching a review of a shitty romance novel and am left feeling huh??????? at the descriptions of attraction' #saw a post the other day. idk where. that was like 'do men feel the same lower-belly fluttery feeling as women do when horny' #and i just stared at that bitch. thats not a real thing surely. youre lying to me. nobody feels that. #even the times ive thought ive felt attraction it hasnt been like ANY of the ways ive heard it described lmao #i am happy w my orientation but it does get to me sometimes that i just... cant relate to so much in our culture