#should i make a writing tag

[enderwoah]

i miss our little talks

summary:

Last Life was insane. What was that group? Two Listeners, a Watcher, a vampire, and A Normal Guy, which might actually be rarer than all of those things combined at this point. The Southlands were som'ming else, man. Really inclusive group, that was. The gold stahandahard for factions in the Life series, I'd wager. Oh, gods, not again.

or: the listeners have a very normal, free-flowing conversation. title from little talks by of monsters and men.

(ao3 link)

(2,684 words)

Jimmy crosses his arms and leans back on the cool stone wall, staring Grian down through the rushing water as Martyn flicks the sweat from his brow and vanishes his pickaxe back into his inventory. He glances at Jimmy, quirks up an eyebrow, and asks, "Why're you still here, mate?"

"Making sure you don't try anything," Jimmy says simply, not a lie and not a full truth. "Joel needs to sleep and I promised him I'd stay here and make sure you don't try and steal him again."

"Ah, right," Martyn says, nodding as if he believes Jimmy—which he doesn't. Jimmy can hear it in his voice, despite him not having actually said anything. He glances over at Grian's slouched figure in his little hole in the wall, distorted through the stream used to get back to the surface, and juts a thumb back towards him. "D'ya think he can hear us?"

"Yes," comes the short, unwavering reply. "Absolutely, unwaveringly, yes."

Martyn leans towards the stream and waves. "Hey, G. Sorry about the view. And sorry about the pufferfish, I didn't mean it at all." Jimmy huffs out a half-laugh and Martyn glares at him. "It was self-defence. Joel killed me for moving you around and is green now." He pauses. "Wait, do you think he can see, too?"

Jimmy snorts. "If we think he can hear us, why would he of all people not be able to see us?"

"Fair point," Martyn admits within a laugh. "Guess that was a bit unnecessary."

"I'm sure he appreciates the apology," Jimmy says lightly, sliding down to sit on the floor of the little cavern. Martyn mirrors him, although with significantly less grace, haphazardly dropping himself onto the ground in a way that can only be painful and makes Jimmy wince.

The silence that follows isn't uncomfortable—or, at the very least, as uncomfortable as it would be with anyone else—mostly because it isn't really silence. The running water, the rising and falling of Jimmy and Martyn's chests in tandem, their beating hearts syncing up to one another as they Hear things they shouldn't necessarily be able to hear, but are now much louder due to the not-silence. Martyn's face immediately contorts into something mildly pained, fins flicking, and they make eye contact that only seems to sound like an invitation.

Martyn?

Martyn flinches despite himself, and Jimmy wraps his arms around his knees, pulling himself further away to seem less threatening. Martyn laughs humourlessly, out loud, and wrings his hands and cracks his knuckles against the floor, the sharp pops and snaps making the physical air ripple around them, sound waves lapping at Jimmy's arms like someone threw stones into a pond.

I will never get used to that. Sorry. Don't apologise. It's not your fault. Yeah, well.

The not-silence returns, and Jimmy muses upon the fact that he forgot how much he preferred this method of speaking. It isn’t necessarily reading minds, though it could be—people talk in their minds all the time, of course, but since it isn’t telegraphed, they’re closer to whispers than true dialogue, which means you can easily tune it out. And, as expected, when Listening to a non-Listener, they can’t really speak back, so it doesn't make well for conversation. He remembers vividly the day Martyn and Jimmy stepped into their Nature, and how giddy they were when they spoke and Listened to each other without really speaking—and immediately, he remembers Martyn's panic when he realised that he couldn't actually stop.

How has it been treating you? How has what? You know. I do. It's no better, really. The usual. The usual?

Martyn sighs and rolls his eyes.

Tango is losing it because he built their tower off-centre, Scar is apologising to Cleo for accidentally killing her still, Bigb and Pearl are Watching, like, Watching with a capital 'W,' and Bigb is guilty as all hell because Cleo told Pearl that he would betray her at the first chance he got and he's not done that for a game and a half, Joel is on the border of a panic attack, poor guy— Martyn. —Etho's trying to write a note to Bdubs, it's his seventh draft and he's starting to get frustrated because he wants to talk to the guy so bad but just can't get the words out, Bdubs himself is taking apart his clock and putting it back together to calm himself down now that the session is over and no-one else will be dying— Martyn. —and what else—I can get the really juicy nonsense if you'd like, I mean, Skizz is basically on the verge of tears in the TIES base 'cause he keeps dying, Impulse is panicking and trying to help because the other two are busy, and Joel's fully tipped over into that panic attack now, but he can't let anyone see it because Joel isn't meant to have those— Martyn!

Martyn winces and lets his shoulders sag, putting his face into his hands, disrupting the stray strands of golden blond hair that fall in front of his face.

Sorry. I didn't want to hear any of that. I said I'm sorry. ...it's fine. Oh, Tim— Martyn. I'm serious. ... ...

Martyn's fins twitch and Jimmy's wings slowly fluff up, defensive and mildly upset at the invasion of privacy that's been forced upon his ears, but he understands that the idea of a filter might slip away when you're constantly hearing people's thoughts and secrets passed around the server through whispers like a disease. He understands, so he smooths out his feathers and does the mental equivalent of clearing his throat, which is more of a concept than a sound that can be described.

So you really just...Hear that? All the time? When it's quiet. I'm sorry. You already knew about it. Doesn't mean I can't be sorry, man. We got these abilities at the same time, and you haven't seemed to improve even since... Since Evo. Yeah. ... Well, I don't feel too bad about it. It's not like Grian is faring any better. Judging by the...

They both turn to Grian at the same time. Martyn laughs, and Jimmy misses whether it was out loud or not.

It's weird. I feel like Grian and I are two different sides of the same coin. Or, I guess, the same side on two different coins. We're really similar, is what I'm trying to say. How so? We just have similar experiences every season. Pledging our undying loyalty to someone in 3rd Life. Killing someone we love because of the rules in Last Life. Hating our soulbond in Double Life. Neither of us has a good handle on our Natures. But he knows how to play it all off and...adapt, I guess. I just end up dying. ...huh. I guess I never noticed. It's fair. I pledge my undying loyalty to a lot of people. Ha-ha. Is Scott your pick this season? Yeah. Not to steal your man or anything, but the Mean Gills are really where it's at.

Jimmy winces, and Martyn's eyes blow wide and immediately fill with regret.

Touchy subject, sorry, mate. It's fine. It was three seasons ago. Three seasons, gods. It feels like just yesterday that I was slitting the throat of my best friend. Dying to a terrible lava game. Running away from Joel's dogs. Gods, those stupid dogs! I'd almost forgotten about them. You should get a wolf for Joel. I think he needs an emotional support animal. And before you ask, that's just my assumption, he hasn't even thought about it. That's not a bad idea. But, like, it's Joel. ...yeah? He could either love it or immediately kill it. You know him. I mean, fair. You could just ask him. Or, you know. No.

Martyn exaggeratedly groans in his mind, rolling his head back and bonking it against the stone wall.

What is your issue with Listening? I mean, it's sort of our job, isn't it? We're just Watchers that get into the nitty-gritty of things, we're technically supposed to be abusing these powers to hell and back. Yeah, and I don't want to. Why? Just don't. Come on, Jimmy. Let me pick your brain. Isn't that what you've been doing this whole time? What? No. ...I just don't like looking into people's heads. Number one, it's rude and invasive to do it on purpose, and number two, I'd rather not come across anything...unsavoury? ...oh, ew, mate, we're in the middle of a death game— Not like that! Shut up! I'm kidding. What do you mean? I mean, like, looking into someone's head and seeing that they're speaking ill about me or...I mean, they do that out loud anyways, but I'd rather hold onto that sliver of hope that they're just joking. If they're saying it in their head, then... Oh. Mate— Don't. I don't need the lecture from anyone else, I know what you're going to say and it's not going to help. You know I'm just taking the piss. Yeah. Jimmy. I know. Do you? ...

The not-silence returns, and Jimmy distinctly looks at the ground. Martyn sighs loudly and pushes himself off of the ground, crossing the room slowly, as if Jimmy is a bird that he doesn't want to frighten away.

I know, Martyn, you don't have to—

Martyn ignores him and sits directly next to him, their shoulders touching. Jimmy distantly remembers such positions from Last Life, when the two of them (three of them, really, though Grian isn't participating in the discussion for obvious reasons) were part of the same group. The Southlands were nothing short of intimate on most days, up until betrayal tore up the ground underneath them like an explosion woven under their feet, so finding his place against Martyn isn't difficult at all.

Martyn waves his hand, summoning something from his inventory, and Jimmy finds himself flinching away when he sees it—a small diamond dagger that he's holding out in Jimmy's direction. He looks from the weapon, which is being held by its blade, condensation already forming around his perpetually damp fingertips, to Martyn's yellow eyes.

...? It's for you, moron.

Jimmy doesn't bother keeping the expression of surprise off of his face.

What, really? Yeah. Need to prove that we're still friends somehow.

Jimmy hesitantly takes the dagger, pressing his lips into a thin line.

You realise that I know people can be friends with someone they look down upon. I don't think everyone hates me or anything, but I know people think things about me. And my curse. And, y'know. Listener. Or, at least, Bigb and Pearl do. That's something I haven't been able to block out. Yeah, me too. And they're real sons o' beaches about it, too, to put it nicely. It's not like we asked to be like this. And there's no reason for them to play into that 'cosmic enemy' nonsense, either. Yeah! Grian and I are teamed, and we shouldn't even be interacting with each other, really. Last Life was insane. What was that group? Two Listeners, a Watcher, a vampire, and A Normal Guy, which might actually be rarer than all of those things combined at this point. The Southlands were som'ming else, man. Really inclusive group, that was. The gold stahandahard for factions in the Life series, I'd wager. Oh, gods, not again. That bit lasted for so long. It was impressive how it never got old. It absolutely did, but we were all too sleep-deprived and paranoid to care. I think that's the foundation of any good group. What, sleep deprivation and bad puns? Yeah. You'd be surprised how the Bad Boys have basically followed the same formula. Reusing our trade secrets, huh? Sharing 'em with Joel? We're just bad like that. Every time the three of you say things like that, I throw up in my mouth a little. Hey—! Who do you think we got it from? You're, like, the king of bad recurring bits. Yeah, yeah. You've got me there.

They slip back into that comfortable not-silence, simply resting against the wall and each other until Martyn suddenly jolts and pushes himself off the ground.

"Right, sorry," he says out loud, and Jimmy fully flinches away at the sudden spoken word—it's far too loud and crashes over him like a tidal wave, immediately making him dizzy as he rubs his temples and stops Listening. "Sorry about that. Should've warned you."

"'S fine, mate," Jimmy says through gritted teeth, eyes still twisted shut as his wings spread slightly behind him and stretch as he sits up. "You alright?"

"The Clockers are coming over to use G as a fortune teller," Martyn replies, his tone playfully dry. "And as much as I love you, man, I can't be caught cuddling with the homies when we're not on the same team. You understand."

Jimmy, still not opening his eyes (because it's just more comfortable that way; just for a moment longer), raises an eyebrow at Martyn. "Right..." he says, trailing off to indicate his obvious disbelief.

"I'm serious!" Martyn protests. "They'll never let me live it down, and then they'll tell Scott and he'll make some stupid bit over me cheating on him that spirals into him actually severing our alliance because you know how Scott is."

Jimmy's heart aches despite himself, but he forces out a laugh just to not make it awkward. He hears Martyn hiss in a break and he cracks an eye open just to look at him. He has the deepest grimace that he has ever seen upon a man's face, obviously played up for laughs but still with a twinge of realness within it. "Jimmy, you know what we both are, yeah? That was the fakest laugh I have ever Heard, ever. Christ Almighty."

"Ha ha," Jimmy says, deadpan. He squints up at Martyn and shoos him with one hand. "Get outta here, fish boy."

Martyn snorts and turns to the water stream, muttering, "Fish boy...you are just too much. I'll see you around, Jim."

"Seeya."

Martyn cracks his knuckles, preparing to swim up the stream before he pauses momentarily. He turns back to Jimmy, opening his mouth as if he's going to say something, but clamps it shut at the last second.

His voice comes through very faintly, as Jimmy already stopped Listening, but he can still hear it clear as day.

Good luck with the game. Rootin' for you all the way, brother.

Martyn grins and leaves the cavern.

Jimmy rests there for a moment, taking a deep breath in and letting out an exhale cut short by the constant tightness in his chest. He pushes himself off the ground and makes his way towards the stream, already hearing the loud voices of Scar and Bdubs above ground, only being broken up by an almost-silence that he presumes is Cleo's voice just at too far of a distance for him to hear.

Before swimming up the stream, though, he meets Grian's open eyes through the rippling distortion between them. He can see the yellow residue glowing against the water and reflecting back at him, but he can't bring himself to care enough to shake it away.

"You heard none of that, yeah?" he says, because he knows Grian can hear that and he knows Grian heard none of that; he's just driving the point home. Despite the fact that neither of them put any sort of weight in their cosmic rivalry, neither of them find anything wrong with harbouring a playful one, either. So, yes, he knows Grian didn't hear it, but he enjoys being a bastard whenever he has the rare opportunity.

He smirks. Grian's eyes are glassy and unfocused, so maybe he's imagining it, but he'd like to think he sees the smallest twinge of annoyance in the man's face. He waves the diamond dagger in front of his face, relishing in the idea that Grian will, for once, have zero context on why it happened. "Didn't think so."

#should i make a writing tag #i should make a writing tag #enderwails #sounds about right #i reccommend reading the ao3 version simply because the formatting is a lil diff #and the notes at the end show my insane ramblings #as do the tags #but anyways #martyn inthelittlewood #inthelittlewood #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #limited life #limited life session 3 #trafficblr #life series #limited life smp #limited life fic #traffic series #traffic smp #whoo boy #all my fics flop on tumblr but its ok i just want it out there #grian #watchers #listeners #ignore how the link to the ao3 vers literally wasnt there at first

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

[spaceshipkat]

congratulations! you’re now a pirate. your seventh most recent emoji is the symbol on your flag. mine is ™️

#akskdjdhdjsjs #why am i making another one #last one got 17k and i had to delete it #BUT I AM ALSO CURIOUS. COME ON LETS BE PIRATES. #REBLOG MY PRETTIES! #ive got editing brain #sorry #tag games #should anyone look at the tags yes im a colossal ofmd fan #it made me write fanfic for the first time in my writing career

[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #adventure time #goin insane over him #thers no words to describe how im feelin #i wish i could draw somehtin better but i am goin INSANE #FINALLY. AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. we are being FED. #ALSO?? HOW THEY SHOWED HIM EXACTLY WHEN THE LYRICS GO ''WHATS WRONG WITH ME'. LIKE HELLO??????? #ive seen so many good theories PLEASE GOD WRITE FICS I AM BEGGIN I LL DRAW U FANART BLS HEL P #IDK WOT IM GONNA DO FOR A WHOLE MONTH #SOMEONE KNOCK ME OUT TIL THE 31ST. HIBERNATE ME. HELP. #also i need to put it out there the first thing i thought when i saw this trailer was simon is tryina rewrite fionna and cake #which is why their world keeps changin so much? idk idk #ive seen so many different ideas and they are all so good please help #ALSO GOD. THIS MAN IS JUST GOIN THRU IT. AND ITS ONLY BEEN A QUICK TRAILER. #im sorry for so many tags idk where to put these help #maybe i should make an actual blog for like. whatever. n reblogs. help.

[redysetdare]

enough stories about how someone learns to truely be happy through love. i want a story where someone is desperately seeking out love thinking it's the only way to be happy only for them to learn by the end that happiness is what they make of it and they don't need love at all to make it.

#aro #aromantic #ace #asexual #aroace #loveless aro #loveless #non-partnering #nonpartnering #non partnering #nonamorous #aplatonic #enough of amatonormative tropes in media!!! enough 'you're miserable without love' stories!!! #less “you're too focused on ambitions to make you happy that you dont let yourself fall in love” #more “you're too focused on finding love to make you happy that you wont let yourself live” #more “there is so much more to life than love and so much more that can bring your happiness if you just let yourself experience it.” #maybe I should write this story #and when i say love i mean all love. not just romantic love. #which is why i tagged aplatonic too #while i mostly see this trope in terms of romantic love i think there's something to be said about #telling stories where people are perfectly content alone too #it doesn't have to be sad or pathetic to not have friends by choice. they dont have to be a miserable person to not have friends #i think we need more variety in stories where it shows people just content in their lack of love or relationships in all shapes #not everyone wants a family not everyone wants friends not everyone wants a partner not everyone wants love #some of us are content without. that should be explored without the need to fix it.

[xan-from-space]

Senshi is probably the most fandomized character in Dungeon Meshi, and while I don't exactly mind it, I do think he has more depth than that. I find all his little quirks and idiosyncrasies to be fascinating; he's very stubborn and set in his ways about things that seemingly don't matter, he thinks about things that other people don't, he has a deeply set value system that informs everything he does. He cares A Lot, like, this man cares So Much. That's the kind of person you have to be to drop everything to help a random group of adventurers save one woman. But because he feels so strongly about things, he can also be surprisingly immature at times (although he's also the character most likely to admit he was wrong about something). I think part of that is because he's lived in the dungeon on his own so long that he's not used to working with other people. He will extend empathy and friendship to almost anyone, but he does things his own way, and he doesn’t always feel the need to explain his way of thinking because again, he's usually on his own. He's both incredibly wise and kind of childish in ways that seem contradictory at first, but make more and more sense the more we learn about him. Major kudos to Ryoko Kui's writing and pacing to make that transition so seamless and have all those details from his backstory click into place perfectly. And on a wider thematic level, Senshi is kind of a perfect counterpart to characters like Thistle (or any other dungeon lord). Senshi understands the dungeon in ways that even its creator doesn't. Although everyone is scrambling to take control of the dungeon, Senshi is the one who actually takes care of it. He's the one who thinks about things like nutrition and proper sleep and the ecosystem, all those things that it's easy to ignore when you get swept up by the grandeur of it all. He's the most important character to have present in a story that explores life and death and hunger. His constant, invisible presence holds everything together.

#I'm not finished it yet so I don't want to make any big sweeping claims about what his story means in the greater context of the manga #but. I really like him so. Senshi thought dump #I really thought this was going to be shorter...idk if I really got what I wanted to say across but once I started writing I couldn't stop #dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #delicious in dungeon #senshi #senshi of izganda #edit: yeah I should probably tag this #dungeon meshi spoilers #shouldn't I

[retquits]

a quick stardew valley ship meme for elliott & farmer dallas! they've been on my mind 💞

blank template under the cut 👇

(from what i researched, this template was originally made by a twt user named senaizuuchan, but their account unfortunately no longer exists 😔)

#my art #stardew valley #sdv fanart #sdv elliott #sdv farmer #farmer dallas #ocs #hrmmm i should really make a ship tag for them too #dalliott #dallas is my most established farmer & i've been writing little drabbles abt him and elliott - they go waaaaay back 🥺

[ryllen]

and some extra unused stuff while they are in affectionate mood

#the headlap kiss is just a scene on let's talk chu episode 2 that i really like; yuu was offering a massage & massaging his temples with her #thumbs; saying you really should release pressure from this area #i may be lazy to render it fully but i also feel that my sketches deliver the sense of movement better #(and avoiding to make any sense of the anatomy i am confused about) #(like which is going where) #and so because of all the cluster of lines; ur mind will make its own mind which line would make it look right #FUK I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE I POST THIS ALREADY FHSDH I WAS STILL TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO WRITE ON TAGS #twisted wonderland #twst #sebek zigvolt #twst yuu #twst mc #fanart #damn they are finally kissing and they meant it #this makes my chest all hot and bothered #suggestive

[ghostlykidplaidbanana]

A continuation of this post

You thought it was just rise and 2012?

Im thinking I’ll make more of these crossover shenanigans I’ve got a lot of ideas silly smirk emoji

NEXT

#rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #art #rise tmnt #tmnt leonardo #2012 tmnt #2003 tmnt #tmnt crossover #it’s 4:44 am at the time of writing this lol #hyperfixated too much and I hear my family’s alarm clocks chiming #2003 leo #2003 teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2003 #gonna tag it crossover prank war or something idk #crossover prank war #ok that’s a lame tag what should I actually make it #tw eyetrain #cw eyestrain #eyestrian #eyestrain #can you tell I can’t to backgrounds #tmnt donatello

[iwoulddieforienzo]

Something I really appreciate about TOA that I don’t see get talked about much is that I never get the sense that Apollo finds Lester ugly.

For all that he complains about the body he’s stuck in, I never got the feeling that it came from a distaste for Lester himself. When he sees Lester’s traits reflected in others, like Meg being chunky, he is completely unaffected by it. Finds it charming, even. (In fact, the only times I can remember him having Opinions about how someone looks is when they’ve chosen something about their appearance that he either approves or disapproves of, like a tacky jacket/hair cut or when he finds someone attractive. The only time I can remember him calling anybody ugly was when he pointed out that Dionysus was choosing to look as ugly as possible to piss of Zeus, which is a statement of fact and doesn’t necessarily mean he thinks that Dionysus’ form is actually ugly. He makes no mention of finding it so before or after that line. It’s a statement of fact that Dionysus is choosing a form that either he or Zeus finds ugly to piss of their dad.)

The thing about Lester is that he is so devastatingly mortal. He has flab and acne and no upper body strength and his voice squeaks when he’s nervous and he sweats a lot and he has a silly name and messy, curly hair that’s impossible to tame. He is the Most Teenager To Ever. There is no godly blood running through his veins, no powers he can call upon. If Apollo were to run into him in the street, I don’t think he’d pay him much mind. He’d probably just think, “sweet kid”, and move on. If he got to know him, I think Apollo would adore him because that’s just who rrverse!Apollo is. He loves mortals despite himself, flaws and all. He’d argue against anything bad Lester had to say about his own appearance and mean every word.

The problem is that it’s Apollo in this body. Apollo, The Golden Child, the perfect son, a God. His distaste for this body is because Lester is so devastatingly mortal and imperfect. Apollo has to be perfect, he has to be shiny and pretty and strong because he has nothing else to offer otherwise.

And.. I dunno, there’s something about Apollo hating the things that draw him to others when it’s him. The flaws that he tears apart in himself he finds endlessly charming on others, or he thinks that they have better reasons for why they have them, or he thinks they have enough positive traits to counteract them. The positive things that he hides deep enough that even the reader can’t see right away, like his kindness and genuine desire to understand and connect with everyone around him, that he’s shocked to find directed at him in turn.

That Apollo accepting himself and reclaiming his personhood leads to him being comfortable with being Lester, imperfect and mortal as he is. That he takes that imperfection back with him to Olympus… I dunno man I’m Emotional. Also it’s just plain nice that Lester is never treated as ugly for looking like a normal ass teenager, even by the guy stuck in this body. That’s neat.

Or maybe I’m just rambling and this means nothing at all and I’m reading too far into Blorbo from my books.

#DOES THIS MAKE SENSE. is this too rambly. AUGH. #words machine ALWAYS broke and I forget everything I’m trying to say the moment I try to write or type it out #which results in long ass posts like this. this could’ve been 3 sentences probably #TOA #trials of Apollo #rrverse!apollo #lester papadopoulos #snack time #should I tag this as meta?? I dunno

[nonranghaes]

"it's just me."

you barely get a chance to roll onto your back before soonyoung's already climbing onto the bed and somewhat on top of you and your blankets, and it's only seconds later that he crashes. it's far from the first time this has happened (soonyoung is clingy and cuddly, especially when he's sleepy), but he manages to knock the wind out of you nonetheless. he rests his head on your chest, and you wiggle an arm out to curl around him as best as you can in your semi-trapped position.

"soonyoung--"

"just go back to sleep," he murmurs. "everything's fine."

you stroke his hair, thumb dipping down to graze his cheek at one point. "soonie--"

"i mean it," he says, eyes peering up in the low light to see yours. "i'm fine. just need to nap." his hand finds yours, and he wraps your arm around him as he snuggles in. he plants a kiss against your chest before resting his head against it again, eyes fluttering shut. "you can rest a little longer, too."

you settle back down after a moment, arms wrapped around soonyoung as you shut your eyes again. sometimes you swear this tiger is a teddy bear, but regardless of which he is, he's yours.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #seventeen drabbles #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #hoshi x reader #hoshi fluff #kwon soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung fluff #nonranghaes.svt #hi sorry i just. needed to write something short n soft #tw for medical stuff in the tags but i need to call hospice abt a catheter bc shes... getting weaker ultimately #which. i dont know if i should be Worried or if this is normal for someone in her condition yknow? #we've started tracking how much she eats bc shes never rly ate much like. Ever. and its hard to know when shes fully pulling back from food #most of the time though its just... quiet. she just sleeps a lot. i dont know what to make of it... #anyway sorry for the small vent here im just... getting through it all ig #i need a soonyoung to cuddle with and to help me feel like i can make it through this

[bitepoint]

many things going on up in here in the brain……. uhgh leon + cumplay across diff eras

18+. leon kennedy x gn!reader. spit, oral (after), cumplay

re2r leon’s got a long way to go still, scrunches up his face all cute the first time you suggest swapping spit and cum between you. there's a curious sort of hesitance there, and it's enough to get the ball rolling. warming him up to the idea works best in slow increments: a soft kiss or two, close-mouthed, right after you blow him, lips still a little wet from the rush of his spend into your mouth; a thumb brushed across his bottom lip right after you fuck his cock with your fist, pretty bead still warm, satisfaction gripping your chest when his pink tongue swipes across it while leaning in to chase lazy kisses in the afterglow.

re6/vendetta/older leon, however, is a different matter entirely. can't get enough of it. loves sucking on your tongue before you've had a chance to swallow it all down. pulls you up or meets you down to lick into your mouth with soft but still heated kisses, the half-mouthful of his cum kept warm between you, spent dick brushing across your stomach — only half-hard and smearing whatever's left along the skin.

he'll spit it into your mouth if you ask nice, but you might prefer to push him back after you've made him finish in your mouth, on your knees for all that while. make him lie back while you lean over. pretty blue eyes, glazed, will trail from the steady column of your throat to your lips and the way you've kept them closed, and leon'll open up for you — tongue peeking out and resting just at the edge of his bottom lip, waiting. will tilt his head up a little if you linger too long, knows the way you like the hard lines of his throat exposed and the way his jaw works for you. who said old dogs can't learn new tricks?

#older leon being a tongue sucker matters sm 2 me u don’t even know #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #.writing tag #< maybe i should make one for thirsts #wanted to make this way longer but mby when i get the chance........... who knows

[ohworm-writes]

Just thinking about veteran and or retired neighbor Price right now *sighs dreamily while twirling my hair*

Like, okay - imagine having a house next door to Price situated in a small, cozy village up somewhere in Northern England, surrounded by nothing but green, grassy plains and dense forests with a stream that runs through the small village. I see him living somewhere cozy... quiet. Away from the loud, noisy environments that he'd been so used to, finding somewhere calm to settle down.

I see him having a pet. Maybe a lazy dog or a farm cat, something that'll follow him around and take a nap with him after a long day, either laid across his body or beside him. But, at the same time, maybe he'd like a pet that has a bit of energy - you can take a man out of the military, but you can't take the military out of a man. He still has so many traits and habits he's picked up from the military, and if you know anything about older, retired men, it's that they always need something to do and busy themselves with.

RANDOM THOUGHT but I feel like he wouldn't retire unless Laswell grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and forced him out of the military, likely for his own good. If it were up to him, he'd stay in the fight until he died, so I'd think that him getting close to it was what pushed for the decision to be made for him to retire - maybe he was injured to an extent that it wouldn't be smart for him to keep going or something of the like - I could totally see him with an amputation of sorts (like, twinning with Alex lol).

I think he'd like to keep to himself for as much as he could. I don't see him as one of those super friendly, "oh, let me help you with that" type of neighbors unless the situation is right, or, rather, unless he's called upon for help. Like, he's grumpy and stoic, but only until somebody comes to him asking "hey, sorry to bother, but can you help me with something" and he'd soften up - begrudgingly, it seems, but, really, he's happy to offer some assistance. It makes him feel useful.

God, imagine moving in next door to him and struggling to unload your car of all the boxes and things that are haphazardly packed inside of it, and him walking out of his house, seeing the way that you're struggling, and letting out a heavy sigh - just like "welp, suppose I know how I'm spendin' my mornin' now" and coming over to offer his assistance, a little awkward at first, but that quickly melts away as he settles into comfortable conversation with you.

*slamming fist against the table repetitively* BRINGING HIM FOOD OR TREATS AS A MEANS OF THANKING HIM FOR HIS HELP! A little reusable container held between your hands, to your chest, walking over to his place and knocking on the door, outstretching it towards him and being like "thank you - for your help... I wanted to show my appreciation, you know? so, I made you this" and giving the container to him.

AND WHO IS HE TO SAY NO??? (He tries, believe me, but that sweet, eager look on your face, wordlessly begging for him to take it... he can't deny you). AND HIM RETURNING TO YOUR PLACE A FEW DAYS LATER WITH THE CONTAINER IN HAND, BEING ALL GREATFUL AND STUFF. God, someone let him be real, pleaseee.

Becoming comfortable neighbors with him, spending rainy afternoons over at his house, or, in contrast, him at yours, sat on the front porch with a cup of tea or coffee or hot chocolate in hand, gossiping about some of the neighbors that live within the houses along the street, the both of you sharing your own life stories here and there, him divulging about his time in the military without shame.

Okay, I know a lot of people like to think that he wouldn't ever share or talk about it, but I can't see that. It's not like he's ashamed of his time - he's proud of the work he did, if anything, and it's all behind him now, so why should he be shy to share about the things he did? Of course, I don't think he'd go into gruesome detail about it or share about everything he's seen, but he'd totally be like "yeah, I've been all over the world - did a few OPs in X, Y and Z countries, took down terrorists, et cetera" and answer any questions with pride.

Him totally being The Man™ who you can go to if you need help with anything. Need help with a leaky sink? Give him a few minutes and he'll be over with a toolbox. Want to do an oil change on your car but have no clue where to start? Don't worry, he's got an oil pan, jack and a few rags around somewhere, he's sure - he'll be over in a few. Want some simple, good ol' company? He's outside the door already.

He'd be more than happy to give you a tour of the village if you ask, pointing out which neighbors to trust and which to be wary of, telling you about his favorite pub that's posed all the way on the far side of the town, but he promises you that the food, drinks and atmosphere are like nothing else. Walking with you down the stone pathways, footsteps clacking against them, taking in the sights with you and answering every question you may have, or, simply settling into a comfortable silence with you. At peace. Comfortable.

I'm so *laying on my bed on my stomach and kicking my feet slowly in the air behind me* I need him.

#I tried to hold myself back on the world building aspect because only the gods know how crazy I was about to go #I couldn't hold myself back fully but I tried please believe me #Toying with the dog tags I bought that are for him that I bought while I write this *sigh* #I should make this into something #I really should #(Send me asks and requests if you're interested? Maybe? Fuel my thoughts? Please?) #price x reader #john price x reader #captain price x reader #captain john price x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x reader

[astriiformes]

Hi, i just learned about the scientific revolution in europe at school. Can you tell me why you dont think scientific revolutions exist? im curious!

So I feel like I have to lead with the fact that I'm kind of arguing two different points when I say scientific revolutions aren't really a thing

One is that I'm objecting to a specific, extremely foundational theory of scientific revolutions that was put forth by the philosopher Thomas Kuhn, which I think really misrepresents how science is actually practiced in the name of fitting things to a nice model. The other is that I think the fundamental problem with the idea is that it's too vague to effectively describe an actual process that happens.

It's certainly true that there are important advances in science that get referred to as "revolutions" that fundamentally changed their fields -- the shift from the Ptolemaic model of the Solar System to the Copernican one, Darwin's theory of evolution, etc. But there are historians of science (who I tend to agree with) that feel that terming these advances "revolutions" ignores the fact that science is an continuous, accretional process, and somewhat sensationalizes the process of scientific change in the name of celebrating particular scientists or theories over others.

Kuhn's model that he put forth in The Structure of Scientific Revolutions (which is one of those books that itself stirred a great deal of activity in a number of fields) suggests science evolves via what he called "paradigm shifts," where new ideas become fundamentally incompatible with the old model or way of doing things, causing a total overturn in the way scientists see the world, and establishing a new paradigm -- which will eventually cave to another when it, too, ceases to function effectively as a model. This theory became extraordinarily popular when it was published, but it's somewhat telling who it's remained popular with. Economists, political scientists, and literary theorists still use Kuhn, but historians of science, in my experience at least, see his work as historically significant but incompatible with how history is actually studied.

Kuhn posits that between paradigm shifts there are periods of "normal science" where paradigms are unquestioned and anomalies in the current model are largely ignored, until they reach a critical mass and cause a scientific revolution. In reality though, there is often real discussion of those anomalies, and I think the scientific process is not nearly so content to ignore them as Kuhn thinks. Throughout history, we see people expressing a real discontent with unsolved mysteries the current scientific model fails to explain, and glossing over those simply because the individuals in question didn't manage to formulate breakthrough theories to "solve" those problems props up the somewhat infamous "great men" model of history of science, where we focus only on the most famous people in the field as significant instead of acknowledging that science is a social enterprise and no research happens in a vacuum!

Beyond disagreeing with Kuhn specifically though, I think the idea of scientific revolutions vastly simplifies how science evolves and changes, and is ultimately a really ahistorical way of thinking about shifts in thinking. Take the example of the shift from Ptolemaic, geocentric thought to the heliocentric Copernican model of the solar system. When does this supposed "revolution" in thought actually start, and when does it "end" by becoming firmly established? You could argue that the publication of Copernicus' De revolutionibus orbium coelestium in 1543 was the beginning of the shift in thinking -- but of course, then you have the problem of asking where Copernicus' ideas came from in the first place.

The "great men" model of history would suggest Copernicus was a uniquely talented individual who managed to suggest something no one else had ever put forth, but realistically, he was influenced by the scientists who came before him, just like anyone else. There were real objections to the Ptolemaic model during the medieval era! One of the most famous problems in medieval astronomy was the fact that assuming a geocentric model makes the behavior of the planets seem really weird to an observer on Earth, referred to as retrograde motion, which had to be solved with a complicated system of epicycles that people knew wasn't quite working, even if they weren't able to put together exactly why. There were even ancient Greek astronomers who suggested that the sun was at the center of the solar system, going all the way back to Aristarchus of Samos who lived from around 310-230 BCE!

Putting an end point to the Copernican revolution poses similar challenges. Some people opt to suggest that what Copernicus started, either Galileo or Newton finished (which in and of itself means the "revolution" lasted around 100-150 years), but are we defining the shift in terms of new theories, or the consensus of the scientific community? The latter is much harder to pinpoint, and in my opinion as an aspiring historian of science, also much more important. Again, science doesn't happen in a vacuum. Copernicus, Galileo, and Newton may be more famous than their peers, but that doesn't mean the rest of the Renaissance scientific community didn't matter.

Ultimately it's a matter of simple models like Kuhn's (or other definitions of scientific revolutions) being insufficient to explain the complexity of history. Both because science is a complex endeavor, and because it isn't independent from the rest of history. Sure, it's genuinely amazing to consider that Copernicus' De revolutionibus orbium coelestium and the anatomist Andreas Vesalius' similarly influential De humani corporis fabrica were published the same year, and it says something about the intellectual climate of the time. But does it say something about science only, or is it also worth remembering that the introduction of typographic printing a century prior drastically changed how scientists communicated and whose ideas stuck and were remembered? On a similar note, we credit Darwin with suggesting the theory of evolution (and I could write a similarly long response just on the many, many influences in geology and biology both that went into his formulation of said theory), but what does it say that Alfred Russel Wallace independently came up with the theory of natural selection around the same time? Is it sheer coincidence, or does it have more to do with conversations that were already happening in the scientific community both men belonged to that predated the publication of the Origin?

I think that the concept of scientific revolutions is an important part of the history of the history of science, and has its place when talking about how we conceive of certain periods of history. But I'm a skeptic of it being a particularly accurate model, largely on the grounds of objecting to the "great men" model of history and the idea that shifts in thinking can be boiled down to a few important names and dates.

There's a famous Isaac Newton quote (which, fittingly, did not originate with Newton himself, but can be traced back even further to several medieval thinkers) in which he states "If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants." I would argue that science, as an endeavor, is far more like standing on the shoulder of several hundred thousand other people in a trenchcoat. This social element of research is exactly why it's so hard to pull apart any one particular revolution, even when fairly revolutionary theories change the direction of the research that's happening. Ideas belong to a long evolutionary chain, and even if it occasionally goes through periods of punctuated equilibrium, dividing that history into periods of revolution and stagnancy ignores the rich scientific tradition of the "in-between" periods, and the contributions of scientists who never became famous for their work.

#SORRY FOR WRITING A NOVEL #i hope this makes sense and that i am not too deep in the history of science theory to give a good explanation #a much shorter tl;dr answer would be that my stance towards scientific revolutions is more skepticism than total rejection #but hyperbole gets the job done a lot faster haha #getting to the point that i really should have a #history of science tag

[naivegh0ul]

LOOOVE how you write about riling up riley by being stoic but me personally, i dont think i could get through a minute being all lackluster because i WILL cry the second he stuffs me up. his size plus my sensitivity, i know he'd be heady with his triumph, being cocky and bullying himself balls deeper. GRAAAAH i need this man biblically,, was wondering how would you put it when he finally sees he's broken you in (again)

Oh my god he is such a bully when it comes to your sensitivity, always mocking you and teasing you about it. He knows you're just trying to rile him up when you act all nonchalant and unaffected when really you're struggling to control yourself.

I say again, he is a bully. Don't even try to play with him longer than five minutes. You're ignoring him for longer than he likes? Well, now you're being flipped onto your front and pushed into the couch cushions, face buried in the pillows as Ghost almost tears your clothes off. He's so mean about it, mocking you and manhandling you as you try your best to ignore him and seem like you're bored.

He's not nice when he's pent up, that much is obvious. He does not care if you cry or try to squirm away. He'll finger you ruthlessly, tutting when you make no noise and crooking his fingers to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Once he gets bored of fingering you (which takes a long, long time), he'll force you to pleasure him, knowing you can never keep your cool doing that. Just the sight of you on your knees before him has him smirking and his cock twitching. You're avoiding eye contact as you pick at your nails and act bored, huffing as if you're annoyed.

Ghost can see right through you, though. Knows it's all an act, that his pretty little thing could never get bored of him.

He'd make you unzip his jeans and unbuckle his belt, saying the most filthy things down to you. "Fuckin' slut. Gaggin' for it. Come on, open your mouth." You try to act bratty, seeming to come to the conclusion that seeming bored and ignoring Ghost is not the way to go, so maybe being bratty and uncooperative is better.

Ghost has been here before, you being bratty and refusing to do what he says. He's broken you in before, he'll do it again. He'd totally slap your face to get your attention, his big, calloused palm connecting with your cheek.

Yeah, he knows you love it when he slaps you. He knows you love it when he takes control and doesn't put up with your bullshit. And you know he's the type of guy who'll shove his cock down your throat. He doesn't care if your teeth drag along his sensitive shaft. He wants his cock in your throat and he wants it now.

He loves seeing you cry on his cock. He knows you're needy and desperate and the act of having his thick cock stretching your mouth, cutting off your airways is enough to make overwhelmed tears spill down your cheeks.

And if that's not bad enough, he'll pinch your nose shut and watch you panic, watch your eyes widen as you grip his thighs and try to pull away, throat contracting around his cockhead as you choke.

He wants you to be nice and pliant for him so he'll let you pull off and take a breath for a second before he's gripping your hair and stuffing his cock into your mouth, holding you there until you go limp and gently suckle on his cock, accepting the fact that fighting him won't do you any good.

#i should make a tag for this #i write ab it so much #gender neutral reader #ghost cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x gender neutral reader #simon riley x gender neutral reader #how is it that i can't work on my drafts that i *need* to work on #but i can produce three 500+ word drabbles back-to-back #i now realise that i worte nothing ab sensitivity #and went rlly off topic #sorry lmao

[pain-in-the-butler]

A compilation of art for my Dadbastian fanfic Coattails that I commissioned from the incredibly talented @tomoyoo! They went above and beyond with the details... Each picture feels as cozy and warm as a storybook, right? I'm so delighted with how they turned out!! Thank you for making each one so beautiful! 🥹🥹🥹

#coattails #not sebaciel so please don't tag as such! thank you! #kuroshitsuji #the backgrounds are just gorgeous.. thank you for your research and dedication to them #the outfits in the first one are amazing! I love Ciel's shirt and Soma's whole ensemble is so cozy yet regal #look at Ciel in the cardigan in the third one though? he is cozy #the expressions are my favorite. they're so animated! just as I imagine them to be.. #I really like Ciel's in the first pic because I imagined him looking annoyed but you actually made him seem curious #and I actually like that more I think it's cute... he really does want to be friends with Soma huh 🥺 #Sebastian's expression in the third picture is great. >:o #he's about to throw hands with an old lady #Edward and Ciel's competitive faces! being silly... I love Them #Ciel needs to get swept up in silly competitions more often I think... #and then the last one!! bonding over tea! it's so amazingly tender 😭 #I don't think I imagined it coming out so calming and gentle... it's so emotional #it makes me want to keep writing! #if you are a Coattails reader I hope you love these as much as I do! #and if you aren't a Coattails reader... maybe these will convince you to become one? 😏 because they are so full of personality! #thanks times a million tomoyoo!! #(I should wait till tomorrow to post but I want to do it now...)