#truly enjoy it so much man

[lilybug-02]

Limited clothing options. True story.

#kris staying in the same clothes every day is so funny to me #of course it makes sense in a game play standpoint but man it’s so funny when characters just stay in the same clothes every day #truly enjoy it so much man #bread #deltarune #kris #art #my art #comic #mini comic #deltarune comic

[good-beanswrites]

An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)

“Stop moving around so much.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”

Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.

He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.

Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming. 

“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”

Eh, maybe he had gone mad. 

He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him. 

Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge. 

“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”

Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch. 

He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”

“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”

“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him. 

Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”

There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”

Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”

He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently

As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.

Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”

Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change. 

“It looks like it hurts.”

“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”

“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”

His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”

“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”

Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.

“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.

Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”

Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.

He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.

“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.

“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”

Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”

“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”

“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.”

Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #mikoto kayano #0309 #thank you so much for the request woo!!! #lmao it leans more 'serious intimate' than 'sappy romantic' - i hope thats okay #and yeah! i was actually planning to have a chapter in thermoregulation where yuno treated his eye #but every way i envisioned it wouldnt fit right with the tone of the whole thing #so ive been considering other characters and mikoto works So Well -- i was really glad to finally sit and write it out with him!! #its just... having someone as paranoid and ashamed as fuuta actually letting someone close enough to see/touch his most vulnerable injury.. #it Gets me man 😭😭😭 #and mikoto is also showing a very open side of himself - he has someone who trusts him despite everything thats going on with him/john #someone he doesnt need to preform for -- someone who truly trusts him #;--; #im torn between picturing the prisoners staying away from mikoto t2 or him self isolating while they all still really like hanging out #i went with the first option here but it changes depending on the fic LOL #anyway i hope you enjoyed!!!! #the two start out sitting really far apart and awkward but by the end of t2 with mikoto treating him regularly they start sitting like that #meme where the girl is putting on the others makeup LOL #drabbles #what if i keep procrastinating on school writing and i just write milgram fic forever and ever huh

[theswedishpajas]

The man truly can’t take a genuine compliment 🙄

#my art stuff #digital art #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #this is part of a series I like to call “I’m never settling on a singular detailed artstyle” #I have no consistency in drawing realistic people/characters other than my shapy cartoon style #but I truly don’t get enough opportunity to properly shade anything with art in that style-!!! it always looks weird to me-!!!!! #I think some rude lil worm in my brain is wriggling around telling me it’s a futile attempt at still doing realism #cus I’m one of those “gifted” artists that grew up promising his parents he’ll end up among the big names or whatever #constantly training to become better at art but with realism oil paintings as the goal #you know how it is 😔 #I wanna shade my lil funky designs but they never feel good enough to really put energy into or whatever so I compromise with stuff - #- like this where I try to draw characters more accurately while still stylizing them and shading them however I feel like it #which is great and all but I should really learn to give my more relaxed and less perfectionist art a chance #I deserve to enjoy the process and the result without working myself dead #it’s so much easier and rewarding to copy cartoon styles - stylizing realism makes me too anxious of doing it “wrong” #at least cartoon styles give me a goal to reach or a reference to strive towards #man I really should just cut myself some slack altogether #either way - this man is a flustered mess and he’s embarrassed about being called adorable in public or something #being teased in an affectionate way about his sweeter side and stuff #don’t ask why he’s shirtless - anatomy is just a lot more fun for me to draw sometimes #tasteful nudity and all that is extremely gorgeous to me #i need to practice anatomy more cus I just kinda did some shit and went with it this time with a BIT of consideration for muscle structure

[uniquezombiedestiny]

...

#character here is (yet AGAIN) reinhardt from branch-wdk53 #art #ik it was said wrist cutter isnt fitting but ough the art potential #shrimply cant resist drawing blood. its so fun #enjoy the abyss! #cant really remember my reasoning for this outside of banger design; very fun to draw #but something something into the abyss #and well. points to the lack of feeling. tbh i think i overuse it with things like this but man there is so much potential in it #the dissociative disorder W as i call it #my ideas arent very defined and again wc isnt truly fitting of reinhardt #but slaps some thoughts here: #'Only when it is sliced as if one were simply cutting a mere slab of meat can they achieve this.' #'The blood is always kept in equilibrium; it never overflows. Only despair can be found in its sunken depths.' #really all of this goes back to: s/hing just to feel something #and the nothingness itself; go far down enough and you reach a void - nothing #over time and repeated attempts it gets duller as scars compile. it doesnt give you any feeling anymore. it all just becomes nothing #so hm #in genuine consideration i feel like reinhardt wouldnt s/h bc of the clear logic in the way of 'there are way better solutions than this' #but its fun to think about it ig! and plus the design goes hard i couldnt not draw it #blood on pristine white >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> #......yknow every single time i draw reinhardt i have so much to say about him #no 1 blorbo of all time. hes literally in my brain now

[hella1975]

sometimes i think about the fact my grandparents literally overnight just cut us off and im like. how did u even do that. does it torment you

#eeaao's 'how did you let me go so easily' moment. like i dont let myself even THINK about this too often #bc i immediately beat myself back with the 'if it's hard for you then imagine how hard it is for mum. her PARENTS cut her off' #but like. idk. my nan i couldn't give less of a shit about which is something i always find so interesting #bc even as a child with NO basis for it or any understanding of her behaviour both past and present i still wasn't Comfortable around her #like children are smart actually. i just Knew her vibes were off and i Knew my mum was weird when she was around #like i truly dont think i ever loved my nan even when she was a very frequent part of my life #but my grandad? i ADORED him. id see him multiple times a week and he's the kindest man ive ever met #and hannah what i told you about my mum saying certain people have magnetic auras THAT WAS ABOUT HIM #like i cant actually put into words what it was about him but people just wanted to know him and spend time with him #but he was weak and let my nan walk all over him and when push came to shove he chose her and now ive not spoken to him in 3 years #& i KNOW he loved me. he thought the world of me like it's a bitter unspoken thing between me & my sister that we KNOW i was his favourite #he used to buy me egg butties at agricultural shows when my mum said no and specifically ask for two eggs #he used to sit and eat his soup with me when he came over to do work at the house #he used to play with me. he used to smile all the time. i can so clearly hear the way he'd go ''iya [my name]' with his proper rural accent #or how he'd tell anyone who would listen 'she's tough as old boots that one' #and i could make him laugh like NO ONE else could and he'd light up and go 'give over' and he genuinely enjoyed my company #i KNOW HE DID. and i havent spoken to him in 3 years. he'll be dead soon #and i cant talk to my mum about it bc it's her DAD it is so much worse for her and i cant talk to my sister about it #bc she wasn't close with him like i was and she just shuts the conversation down and those are the only two people #who know my grandad and know what he meant to me so im just here like. he literally stopped speaking to me overnight #i stopped hearing from him i stopped meeting up with him im so so angry with him the love is still there i dont know where to put it now #why couldnt he stay. why did he pick her when she's a loveless void of inhumanity. why werent we enough #hella goes home #my grandparents on my dad's side are also not in the picture funnily enough but idgaf about them. she got that grandparentless swag

[oscill4te]

this is mean but some people in college seem so unhappy and like they are only there bc pressure from their family, if that was me I'd just drop out (i did drop out my first year bc expenses + the degree i wanted wasnt offered)(im being anti-growth, as usual)

#i guess if your parents pay your tuition its harder to drop out but idk. i truly dont think everyone is made for college #if college was free i probably would go back bc it was fun. but obviously its not free. #txt #if your not even enjoying it and have no direction why even go though? if you enjoy it/have a plan thats different #at least after your first year or two #some people have been in college for years bc their parents want them to get a degree bur they just struggle academically #or are still not sure what degree they want to pursue and how to obtain the career they want after college #some people are in so much debt and seen directionless. i always feel like the evil person saying “Its not to late to drop out!” #maybe its“ sunken cost fallacy”.. the “ive paid so much money/am already here so i might as well finish” #in my opinion its okay to change your mind. you can have stability without a degree. maybe not the best pay jobs but you cn make it out oka #im just saying man. if i still chose to pursue college i think id kms from all the debt #im still paying year one off.. from 6 yrs ago lmao

[darlingandmreames]

I saw a terf post about "I wonder why the Barbie movie press has focused so much on Ryan Gosling? Interesting 🤔"

It's because there's something deeply wrong with him in the best way possible. And it's very funny. Next question

#how are you NOT delighted by what this movie has done to that man #i saw someone describe it as it either deeply broke or deeply fixed something in him and they're RIGHT #if you've sucked so much joy iut of your life that you can't enjoy something like this and instead view it as nefarious #then i truly and legitimately pity you #local trash goblin speaks

[parachuteinfantry]

26 is still young my dear <3 you have time

i don't know if the person who sent this will ever see it; it's over a year old at this point. i got this message presumably in response to some fear i had over turning 26 last year, and i've kept it in my inbox so i could look at it whenever i was anxious about my life going too fast. you're right, 26 is still very young. i'm 27 now, so i'm letting this message go, but i will still think of it often. and thank you. i needed it. <3

#i am 27 and i've been on this site since i was 14 so that's insane because its nearly half my life #and fuck man some of you have followed me since like 2012-2013 which is even crazier #i just got a foot in the door to my dream job and i start this week!! even though i can't squat down & get up without groaning anymore #and i have more than a couple grey hairs and i take care of an entire living cat #i do still have plenty of time #and to my friends and followers in their late 20s and early 30s- my mom who is 53 just set herself on a new path #and she has many many years to grow and to enjoy it #you have time!! even when it doesn't feel like you do #truly and genuinely grateful for the person who sent me this message even if i don't remember the context anymore #i hope you see this and know how much you've done for me

[nick-close]

Me when in dungeons and daddies ‘Dads Don’t Do Other Dads Dirty’ Glenn IS lying so he IS in the wrong but also HE’S STILL OBJECTIVELY RIGHT EVEN IF HE’S ALSO LYING ABOUT IT AND THEY LITERALLY WERE GOING TO DIE BUT DARRYL GETS SO PISSED ABOUT HIS FUCKING CAR DESPITE GLENN AND NICKS LIVES BEING IN DANGER AND ALSO THE FACT RON SPECIFICALLY WENT AGAINST THE ENTIRE PLAN TO SABOTAGE THE BAND AND-

#Im sorry its so #i kill a man oh my god #darryl i love u but come on #truly its also a reason i just cant #enjoy ron as much too #is the fact he'll be rude for a joke but then double doen on it #lmao #dungeons and daddies #darryl slander #sorry #i do love him just #aug #dndads #dndads odyssey

[magentagalaxies]

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#this might be both oversharing and being too vague rn but it's 2am and i'm emotionally exhausted #i can't believe during one of the most traumatic moments i've had in the past year i was lucky enough to have scott as my biggest supporter #the entire time as i was going through it he was so supportive giving me space to process shit and always having my back #and yet there are some people in my life who are always going to villainize him for one comment he said during that time out of context #or even if they're not ''villainizing'' him i now feel like i have to begin every sentence about scott with #''yeah we don't agree on everything but we're still friends and isn't that amazing!'' #which yeah that is true and i do genuinely enjoy when scott and i disagree and are respectful about it #BUT WHY DOES THAT HAVE TO BE THE FIRST THING I SAY ABOUT HIM???? #and honestly that whole experience made me agree with scott on way more than i started out with #i'm proud of how i was able to grow as a person and for the fact that it brought me and scott much closer together #but that shit i went through at my college was still traumatic. and it did change me as a person #it completely changed my relationship to activism in a way i'm not happy about bc i want to be more of an activist #but when i had someone use social justice language to justify horrible things against me it's hard not to be wary #of how hollow and performative a lot of conversations can be #and like i'll even say it. like people might get mad at me for admitting it #but that whole traumatic situation has irrevocably changed my relationship to gender as well #or at least how i label myself and how i move through these conversations #and in some ways i'm grateful for it bc i do feel like i know myself more and like i don't have to worry about what others' think #or even what other people understand #but it shouldn't have had to go down like that. and as much as the time i got to spend with scott during that time was so much fun #and such a great experience and he was truly the perfect support system during that time #he shouldn't have had to deal with that and neither should i #and the fact that scott somehow got villainized in some people's minds while the person who actually caused that trauma #is instead treated like ''yeah he was a bit misguided and made a mistake but he was probably anxious about it!! he's just a person!!'' #that's never going to stop being painful. especially the idea that with the importance people put on labels #i would supposedly have more ''community solidarity'' with that asshole than a cis gay man like scott #idk i think i'm past the timeframe of that traumatic experience bc it's not consuming every day like it used to a few weeks back #but something triggered it tonight so i just need to process it. anyway shoutout to scott for being there for me i really needed it

[mrs-han]

A continuation of this piece ♥️

Winter had come.

Standing outside of the C&R building, Jumin thanked himself for choosing to leave work early. Assistant Kang had… some words of protest, but he couldn’t miss this.

The first snow of the season.

Strolling languidly down the nearly empty sidewalk, Jumin lifted his head. Gray skies matching the color of his eyes, he had forgotten just how much he missed being in nature. Since your departure, he had purposely kept himself hidden away in his office, only coming out for meetings and to occasionally go home.

It was too painful for him to open the doors of the penthouse and feel, hear, and smell traces of you left behind. Jumin left Elizabeth the Third in V’s custody, an action that concerned V greatly.

But Jumin insisted that he needed to be alone.

Which was a lie. He needed you.

Stopping to take a breath, Jumin reached into his pocket and fiddled with his phone briefly. Maybe you had texted him in the short journey from his office to the great outdoors.

No such luck.

The image of your smiling face almost seemed to be mocking him now. As if you were taunting him; Look and see. I’m so much happier now that I’m away from you.

Jaw clenching, Jumin closed his eyes. No, he needed to stop his intrusive thoughts from manifesting into something he couldn’t control. There was no reason for him to be bitter or angry. He respected your decision. He respected your space, your journey, your choices. If those choices meant you needed to start an entirely new course, then…

Of course he would support you.

Thick snowflakes fell slowly around Jumin, immediately dissipating as soon as they landed on the warmth of his hand. Lifting his eyes to the sky, he felt a sense of calm and wave of loneliness bunched together.

It was tradition; Jumin would take the day off as soon as snow was announced to fall on the weather channel.

You would make two ginormous mugs of hot chocolate with a dash of Hawaiian coffee mixed in while he would gather pillows and blankets from the living room closet.

When you’d step outside, he would immediately wrap two blankets around you, and you’d argue that you only needed him to stay warm while plopping onto his lap.

And when you’d start to ramble about the shape of clouds and their meanings, he would sneakily wrap the same two blankets around you and listen until you fell asleep against him, a mustache of hot chocolate foam on your upper lip.

Jumin’s exhale created a cloud around him, one that travelled far beyond what his eyes could see. “If I had known that this would happen, I would have held you much tighter. I would have kissed you much longer. I would have done… anything.”

Defeat, loneliness, confusion, and hope — each emotion tied themselves around his neck, compressing his shuddering breaths.

This was why he didn’t want to be left alone in his thoughts — this was why he fought to keep his mind preoccupied. You were his undoing. You were his trigger. And you were the love of his life.

Desperate for a distraction before losing his mind completely, Jumin walked briskly towards the C&R building. He needed to get inside. He needed to get back to work.

Stopping to wipe his eyes and rub his face to regain some semblance of feeling, he looked up briefly. And his arms fell limply to his sides.

He could recognize you anywhere. A thick, puffy jacket hugged your body. A knit cap covered your ears and forehead. The same scarf you had stolen from him was wrapped round your neck.

You stood perfectly still, so still that Jumin thought he was hallucinating. And then, you started walking towards him.

Unsure of what to do and say, all Jumin could do was watch as you moved closer, closer to him. His heart hammered in his chest, his cheeks and ears flushed a soft pink. He had to be dreaming. This wasn’t real. No, perhaps he was mistaken; the way you dressed was all over magazines, and it wasn’t abnormal for someone to dress like you —

“Jumin?”

“I’ll get out of your way.” Fixing the flaps of his coat he quickened his pace and brushed by you. Jumin didn’t mean to be rude; he didn’t know what to do.

You grabbed hold of your husband’s arm; invisible boundaries were being crossed, you knew. Jumin seemed to know, too; while he didn’t yank his arm away from you, he seemed very tense.

“Jumin…” you tried again, voice trembling from the cold. “I… I wanted to…” your breath escaped you. “… How are you…?”

Jumin turned, the look in his eyes making you regret your first words to him.

“I’m… I’m fine.” The breeze picked up, drowning out the powerful man’s otherwise distinctive voice. As if nature itself told him to be completely honest.

“… Please don’t lie to me,” you pleaded softly, instinctively wrapping your other arm around his. “Then… be honest, please. How are you?”

Facing you, Jumin tenderly shook your hold on his arm and briefly smiled. “You went on a journey of self care, and yet, you still forget to wear gloves on a night as cold as this one.”

You stepped much closer to him as he took your hands and rubbed them vigorously. A blush crept upon your already rosy cheeks as he moved your hands to his mouth, exhaling the warmest air you had known.

The sensation made you jittery, shaking in place and letting out a nervous laugh. Jumin’s eyes moved from your fingers to you, not at all helping your current state.

“Let me ask this first.” Jumin didn’t release your hands; instead, his grip tightened. “Has your journey brought you back to me? Or has it…”

His voice caught in his throat. Closing his eyes to regain his thoughts and sense of control, he knew he couldn’t do it. He was far too weak for you, and he would always be.

Taking a step forward, you tried your best to keep from crying. But those crystalline tears slid from your eyes anyway.

“No,” Jumin uttered heedlessly, terrified of your answer. “No, please. Please, don’t leave me.”

“W… What…?”

“Forgive me, I —” the pain on his face showed you more than his words could tell. Still, his stormy eyes connected with yours. “I want you to do what is best for yourself. So please. Please tell me I am one of those forces of good. If not, I’ll… no. No, I don’t want to think of any other alternatives. Not now.”

Shaking your head, your tears felicitously landed on Jumin’s person. He didn’t know what to do, or say, or think —

“I’ve missed you so much.”

He didn’t expect that. No, Jumin believed you had made it all this way to tell him that you needed to part ways with him. That, he wasn’t good for you anymore. Even while he braced himself for it, he still wasn’t ready for it.

“I must have confused you so much,” you spoke, hesitant hands squeezing his. “And I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know, only if you agree to take me back into your arms.”

Jumin’s cheeks changed from a soft pink to dark boysenberry. He had no words. Instead, he pressed his forehead calmly against yours and pulled you much, much closer to himself.

You hiccuped close to his ear - he was so overjoyed by the sound that his hands reached down, cupping your face and holding you for the first time in months.

His thumb swiping the tears flowing from your eyes, Jumin’s heart was ready to jump out of his chest and make its residence with you. “Shh… I’m here, my darling.”

Those simple words strengthened the inner glow you had worked so hard to attain.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #mein schatz #i hadn’t seriously considered my relationship with a fictional man so intensely as I did last year #but I realize that I truly came at it all wrong. #instead of enjoying him — I found ways to invalidate myself #i compared myself so much to this man that I want to laugh? but I’m not quite there yet 😅 #and I relied far too much on how others perceived him #and I beat myself up terribly for not engaging or behaving a certain way #i see now that I was still trying to find myself and figure myself out. #and I hid behind Jumin for y e a r s. #and I’m not where I want to be in terms of self confidence #but I’m a hell of a lot more confident than I was a few months ago. #and Jumin will still be around. as the comfort character he was designed to be. #I’ll tell you this. #RP is a curse that I will honestly never partake in again. 🥂 #SoundCloud

[catfishofoldin99colours]

what's that thing of 'you meet a man and no one has ever told him to shut up in his life'sl

#catfish speaks #man i went on a date today with is very nice #hes sweet and likes animals a lot - he brought his little Quaker parrot along and thay was so cute! #we share a lot of interests and he was kind and gentle #but man. he talked a lot #not necessarily in a bad way and i enjoyed a lot of whay he said and we did share conversation at times #but were chatting on discord now and i was like yeah i would have left eventually i get tired easily #and he was like man we wete chatting so much i didnt even notice #and like. #yeah #yeah you wouldn't. why would you #like ahdjsiwiiawiiw its not malicious but. so many men just talk talk talk and don't really see whats going on around them #truly. the best dates I have been on have heen the ones where people got ME talking #cos i don't talk a lot i am a Listener #if you can get me talking on the first fuckinf meetinf you are doing something VERY right #this guy. hrm. #like hes lovely and being friends sounds fun but. bro. please. i can't talk forever

[mediocrefruitlover]

i think men who call women whores or sluts should be decapitated they should be buried alive

#those words coming out of a man's mouth-it's so vile to hear it makes me sick #this brought on by me watching videos of my new favourite hockey player matthew tkachuk and enjoying his interviews and highlights #and stumbling upon a video where he is a 'chirping' someone by calling his wife a fucking whore. disgusting and horrible #and all the comments are men talking about haha this is real hockey this is how you chirp haha or making crude comments about the woman #i hate them so much they truly dont see us as people do they #and this isnt a new realization at all but damn #they are all so nasty and horrible #why should i expect anything honestly watching men's sports. sometimes i have so much fun watching games i forget but i shouldnt #anyway matthew and all the misogynistic pieces of shit like him can die

[ozlices]

im like sincerely so sorry bc my most shameful flaw is that envy is one of my favorite characters in the entirety of fma which is like. listen it's genuinely irredeemable but she knew exactly what she was doing when she made envy the pinnacle of gender envy bc my non-binary ass is NOT immune to feeling the gender envy to the highest degree for that little freak

#mine #i feel less ashamed for being hornee abt shin tsukimi do u understand. how humiliating that is. #literally dont even perceive me this is my greatest sin ok AT LEAST IM SELF AWARE #THEY LITERALLY DO ALL THE MOST HEINOUS SHIT IN THE ENTIRE SERIES NEXT TO KIMBLEE #AND THEY /BOTH/ GET OFF ON IT TOO WHICH MAKES IT WORSE #BUT THEYRE JUST SO PAINFULLY GENDER IM TOO WEAK TO RESIST #i want their voice. i want it so bad it's so painful i hate them so much. but i also adore them. and hate myself for that #she was targeting ME SPECIFICALLY when she made them frfrfrfr #fma #i hesitate to even put this in a tag but i feel like other trans ppl will get it. right. u get it right or am i just a lonesome fool #also. js. i hate kimblee. i fucking DESPISE kimblee actually. worst piece of shit ever in the whole series. #i actually got mad bc i forgot just how long he lasts in the series. FAR TOO LONG IF U ASK ME. #& also. i. feel like. i should get points too bc envy is rly the only absolute irredeemable piece of shit i actually enjoy #bc usually. i am a sheep. & i HATE them. but. i am also a sheep. to gender envy. sooooo. unsurprising exception. #but like otherwise unless u wanna count like my man dracula from castlevania which i feel like is not comparable bc he was VALID #envy is the only villain i actually truly like. any other 'villain' i like is more... morally grey. or. understandable. u know. u get it. #anyway. dont ever perceive me for this im ashamed #& also no the irony of having the mention of jealousy/envy as a my most strict boundary & yet having the literal embodiment of envy #as one of my fav characters in my favorite anime of all time is not lost on me. i am a walking contradiction we all know this #at least they're not THE favorite. u can take a very predictable guess on who that title goes to

[hobgodling]

Q: Are you pleased with how your life turned out?

A: I'm definitely not where I wanted to be at 23. I've got so many regrets I can't keep them all inside; every so often they explode out of me to add another layer of dust to the floor. Oh, sure, there's good parts too, but it's hard to focus on those when I'm stuck working a minimum wage retail job and am on year 5 of my 3 year study.

Q: How much further do you have to go?

A: In university? Half a year, but that's only if I manage to write that email I've been dreading. As for the rest? Well, I've said before that it's a never-ending fight and I stand by that. The world is an ocean, life is a storm, and I'm in the middle trying to make it to a shore that may not even exist.

Q: Are you doing your best?

A: It's not like I'm a great swimmer. I'd say I'm average. I don't think I'm making any forward progress, but at least I'm keeping my head above the storm-swept water. To put it another way: I'm a tardigrade in tun, waiting for a more hospitable environment. But is that my best? To be honest, I'm not sure what my best is anymore. Let me ask you this: If a glass statue falls and no one is around to see it survive, does it even matter that it did?

Q: Do you feel helpless?

A: Isn't it obvious? I'm lagging and trying to keep up is fucking exhausting. If there was something I could do to change that I would, but like I said: I'm just not a great swimmer. I dread the day I get left behind completely, but what scares me even more is the possibility that I already have been.

Q: When did you know it was too late?

A: When I realized the email won't matter. I never signed up for the class.

Q: How much more can you withstand?

A: These days I feel fragile as glass. One push and down I go.

Q: Do you feel as if things are getting better?

A: I suppose it's true that I've survived every fall so far, and they do say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. But "better" is just as nebulous as "best". To be honest, I don't think I'll ever make landfall. To be even more honest, I don't know if I want to. How can I leave behind the rough ocean waters when they're all I've ever known?

Q: What will tomorrow be like?

A: Water as far as the eye can see, my head just barely afloat above the raging waves. To put it another way: Tomorrow is the ground coming ever closer. The only question that really needs asking is this: Will this be the fall that breaks me?

-- A poem (?) written using several questions from @nosebleedclub's i have questions tag.

#my poetry #original poetry #poets on tumblr #again it's incredibly heavy on the prose side of prose poetry #although not even that bc it's not prose. #is there such a thing as an interview poem? bc if not ive just decided there is #although again. not so much poetry as it is. um #an extended metaphor? #TWO extended metaphors? #or... similes? #idk even no man. #anyway please enjoy! #i really hope this resonates with somebody #this one truly is my soul laid bare

[vickyvicarious]

I have never read the beetle. However, I have read a little piece of the Wikipedia Page on The Beetle, and have read all the poll descriptions for competitors, and then I vote with my heart (against the main characters, of course...) Anyways, thanks for doing this, this is the most investment in The Beetle that I am ever going to have

As it should be. You're probably having the best possible Beetle experience to be honest, I applaud and salute you.

#beetle bracket #anonymous #replies #the beetle weekly #(against the main characters OF COURSE) oh man i am laughing so much #okay i am glad to have read the beetle just to enjoy the nonsense and memery. and contrast to good works #but i fully support you never doing so anon i truly do