#what a way to make it angsty :)

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

[s0fter-sin]

i need ghoap frantically making out against a door finally taking the leap on their feelings. need ghost grinding against soap, expecting to find him just as hard as him, only to feel nothing

and in all his wisdom and experience, he concludes soap was tortured and never told him

he’s trying to think of a delicate way to say he understands, that he’s been through it and it doesn’t change anything about how he feels (and who the fuck touched him so he can hunt them down and rend them limb from limb)

meanwhile trans!soap’s just trying to find the best angle to grind his cunt on ghost’s thigh

just it never even entering ghost’s head bc he’s never known a trans person but he has met plenty of people who’ve been tortured - himself included - so of course that’s his logical leap

soap takes off his shirt and he sees his top surgery scars and ghost asks if he wants him to kill the one who did it and soap just hums like, “actually, man did pretty good, they healed real well,” and ghost’s just teary-eyes with awe at how well he’s coping, “looking on the bright side, that’s my johnny.”

imagine he thinks johnny was fully castrated but sees he’s determined to still have a sex life with him so he buys packers and straps to help him bc hell yeah healing and soap’s just like, “holy shit i’ve never had such a thoughtful partner before, such a sweet man, lt.”

#he a little confused but he got the spirit #its so good bc it can be super angsty of ghost really dreading whats been done to his sergeant and trying to make it right #or just go full crack treated seriously and have fun with it #i love just completely oblivious ghost #in any military context hes the smartest guy in the room #he always knows the play and has more experience than anyone #but stick him in the normal world? man is Lost #ghost just thinks hes had some kind of reconstruction surgery after being tortured and accepts thats what johnny looks like #bc hes never seen a pussy before #it takes years for soap to actually come out to him bc he just never thought to #hes seen him naked theyve literally slept together what else is there for him to say #then he shows him like a family album or something and ghosts just like ‘why arent you in any of these i only see girls’ #and he just goes ‘hang on a second’ #soap gets one of his sporadic periods one night and panics a little thinking it would weird ghost out or remind him that hes not cis #but ghost just thinks its a normal part of such a thorough reconstruction that hed bleed sometimes #and doesnt question it when soap grabs a pad out of his drawer bc ‘thats such a good way of handling the discharge my johnnys so smart’ #just really supportive ghost for the wrong reasons #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #soap cod

[theloopus]

gay 70s copaganda thesis is actually about the inherent homoeroticism of the western genre and the cultural image of the male cowboy it borrows from. or as Susan Sarandon once put it, "They got their guns out because they couldn't get their dicks out"

#fun fact! making this fancam almost killed me in real life because it caused me to forget and leave my stovetop on all night for over 6hrs. #starsky & hutch #starsky and hutch #dave starsky #ken hutchinson #starsky/hutch #do they have a ship name #starskinson #? #vintage slash #im just saying things now #my posts #my edits #txt #orville peck #the song is: lafayette by orville peck. btw. #what a way to end 2023. almost dying by gay 70s copaganda fancam #i think starsky wouldve loved orville peck (hot angsty gay cowboy)

[welcometogrouchland]

Also I am. Constantly forgetting how fucking funny Hunter is. We never give him enough credit for how funny he is because his life is so fucked up but I swear 90% of his lines are just bit after bit after bit. He's not even trying either. Anytime he actively tries to make a joke it falls flat but if you just put him in a Scenario he'll find a way to be so over invested and yet out of touch/at odds with whatever's going on. He's so autistic

#the owl house #ramblings of a lunatic #i forget hunters character voice A Lot #plus the most recent ep is always whats most clear in my mind (so rn that's ftf) and he's obvs much more angsty in that one #idk ppl credit thanks to them as the first time Hunter was like happy and silly #but i highkey think asias was the prelude to that. like i think the events of that day are so vivid and special to hunter #precisely bc it's the first time he's interacted with witches his age in a non hostile or strained way #it's the first time on screen we see him have fun doing something that isn't deranged #yeah whatever souls are made of his and willows are the same. but more importantly her gus and the rest make him laugh #that's important for the guy canonically having the worst day of his life Every Day #part of why huntlow appealed to me initially was that it was hunters first taste of like. normal teenagedom #not the romance with willow (cause that's barely an undercurrent in asias) but flyer derby and hexside in general #and that's part of why willow and later gus r like. his safe space #and thus why it's so significant that he goes out of his way to protect (keep them safe) too #anyway enough hunter thoughts for tonight. i love him but this isn't my Brand

[weaponizedducks]

poor shiro cannot catch a fucking break can he. first he gets a crippling disease he's got two years to live. then an angsty wattpad breakup with his boyfriend then he gets kidnapped by aliens and pumped full of alien weed then he crashes on earth with so much walking midlife crisis energy that he gains the skinning puppies to make a fur coat hair, and then he immediately gets shot right back into space by his shittass little brother and weirdo friends with the literal matt clone. then this poor man is made the leader of an alien war, becomes a father to four fuckass teenagers through accidental child acquisition, is forced into the kim kardashian lifestyle by a ginger on drugs, gets kidnapped again, gets cloned, fucking dies, somehow comes back (yeah I'm not really clear about this) then this pathetic wet cat of a man, this stressed jean valjean father of four, experiencing his fourth midlife crisis and millionth mental breakdown, gains that senior citizen swag at twenty five. you could colour match his hair with a polar bear. then he witnesses a walking loreal ad (derogatory) get melted alive, watches a castle get blown up, loses three years in a space time jump and then finds out his ex- fiance who broke up with him right before he left has fucking died in a purple thumb invasion before he got to marry him. but oh no no no that's not the end for this poor sad man. poor guy doesn't get a second to grieve before he is visually assaulted by a less cunty sue sylvester ripoff and her gang of bitchy cheerios (this is admiral s*nda), and yet again made a leader against his will, and shot right back off into space again. then he watches the only other responsible adult in this entire franchise (hot badass space princess who like shiro did not catch a break) sacrifice herself and is left a struggling father. ends up marrying some random fucko. all while suffering through his shitass hot topic brother and blueberry disaster's doomed yaoi romance. oh yeah and he's only got one arm. give the guy a BREAK. FREE my man he doesn't deserve this 🔥🔥

#you have no idea how long it took to type that out #i was in a fit of rage #seriously let him REST #either the writers fucking hated him or they loved him so so much #i know this because whenever i love a character i like to create the most horrific angsty lore for them imaginable #shiro #takashi shirogane #voltron #shadam #adam voltron #no i'm still pissed abt adam literally what the fuck #broganes #klance #they should have called the voltron tv show keeping up with the coalition #voltron legendary disappointment #voltron legendary defender #blue has a fat rant #making ranty posts on tumblr is my way of coping #rant

[lotus-pear]

guys stop asking me for bsd fic recs, i will tell u to go read the light novels

#“lotus do u have any angsty soukoku fi-” have you read stormbringer? what about fifteen? and dead apple? #“so i hear you ship knkdz have u stumbled across any good fi-” entrance exam. osamu dazai's entrance exam. Light Novel One. also 55mins #why read fics when the canon source is gayer than ANYTHING fic artists could dream of #yeah someone could write abt soukoku making out with tongue and fucking each other until they can't stand and the bed breaks #but is that rly as gay as saying “you used corruption because you trusted me? how beautiful.” #or “what a violent way to wake up snow white” #SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPP #i hate it here fml #bsd

[keicordelle]

It's kind of impressive how good Astarion is at primping when he can't see his own reflection. Like, he's vain, sure -- he has to be, to lure people back to Cazador. A pretty face is much more likely to draw people in, especially with his particular skill set. But...

All those years hunting for Cazador. Dolling himself up just to trap some poor fool in a tavern or a seedy back alley. His appearance always perfectly put together and beautiful.

Did the other spawn help get ready? There certainly seemed to be no love lost between them, especially for Astarion, but... Did they act as each others' mirrors, helping to style hair and apply make up? Did they help each other, in as much as they could, at least where it came to drawing in victims? Each consigned to the same fate, did they offer each other that smallest kindness of a brush run through hair?

Or did Astarion learn alone in the dark, to slick back his hair and hide his bruises? Is that why he's so put together at the start of the game, when you ought to be at your worst, injured and lost in the wreckage of your life? Practice?

#idk i just cant get the thought of astarion alone in a pitch black dungeon out of my head #slicking back his hair without any sort of help or reflection because thats what he has to do #he has no choice. he must look beautiful. he must fumble his way through the dark to do it. #how long would that take to learn? did he spend his 1st decade an unkempt mess struggling to find some way to make himself beautiful again? #struggling to find the will to care? #ahh i shouldnt stay up so late the angsty feels are getting to me #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #~k

[unfortunatelyevent]

have we ever thought about how essek "religious trauma™" thelyss could have been very sucetible to ruby vanguard propaganda if he hadn't been neined* in c2 and in another life could very likely be the one flawless manipulating the beacon in their ritual there

*the act of being hit in the face with love from the mighty nein

#it just struck be very hard that essek whose entire life was ruled made difficult by religion #and with the already existent connection with ludnus for the beacon could have fallen for that so fast and now I'm emo #oh essek the nein really saved you in more ways you could ever imagine didn't they #cr2 #cr3 #essek thelyss #mighty nein #critical role #edit: uhhh this could make a very angsty fanfic couldn't it #ludinus* why I was writing his name wrong for so long what happened here

[hanzajesthanza]

andrzej sapkowski in the witcher presents his reader with many curious and refreshing takes on the fantasy genre, such as "what if dragons were good" and "what if elves were incels"

#i joke it's more like what if the ethereal being had angsty mournful man feelings #that he has feelings but can't work through them because #overemotionality is considered base and human so he's basically been bottling all of this for centuries #the elbow-high diaries #plus that his only purpose was really to be with lara and now she's gone and so what does that make him #i'm not getting all MRA lmaoooo what i'm saying is that there needs to be two to make a baby so he was one-half of that #and destiny didn't work out as planned so ... this is all that's left #reading ch 5 of lotl for the first time: THIS IS SO MESSED UP WHAT THEY ARE DOING TO CIRI!!! #reading ch 5 of lotl again and again: my god EVERYONE here is so messed up and SAD. well except eredin #eredin is like cool im gonna go fight a unicorn #'what are you talking about he wanted to kill auberon?' but not in a very intelligent way he was like to ciri 'so you wanna... kill him?' #imo book eredin is kind of a meathead and it's kind of refreshing with all these 4D chess players around

[lesbiangiratina]

Its great that theyre better now but whatever was wrong with them was so funny.

#re last post i meant it in an angsty way but also a funny way. they make me teehee #can sol and testament please fucking talk again. i want to know how theyd interact now. #they went from wanting to kill him to just acting childishly bitchy around him. whats next #the kat goes meow #gg #testament tag

[pikayune]

People who made it to the boat:

Phil

Charlie

Roier

Mouse

Tubbo

Fit

Bagi

People who didn’t make it to the boat:

Max*

Baghera

Cellbit

Foolish

Etoiles**

Tina

Bad and Dapper

Pierre

ElQuackity

* confirmed dead

** the official update account does not have him listed as making it even though he said he got on in the last five seconds

People who where “asleep” during the nuke (based on who’s logged on during purgatory):

Jaiden

Carre

Antoine

Pac

Forever

Niki

Mariana

Lenay

Missa

Rivers

Pol

Kameto

#qsmp #qsmp purgatory #I wasn’t really stressing about who did and didn’t make it until the update account literally called out who was and wasn’t on the boat #SO IT WAS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT?!!?!?? #fuck dude I’m stressed #on the bright side though there’s no way they’re cutting down the server to only seven people #so there’s still hope…… please #ALSO CELLBIT I SWEAR TO GOD STOP BEING SO FUCKIN ANGSTY I WILL LITERALLY HUNT YOU FOR SPORT #actually you know what #crazy how everyone made it on the boat with all the eggs and are now on a relaxing cruise back home where they’ll be best friends forever

[queenlucythevaliant]

Once, Always

(Edmund has an abundance of birthdays)

 .

“I say,” murmured Edmund sleepily as the fire burned low. “When do you suppose it is here? I mean—what time of year? Do you think it’s the beginning of September, the same as it was in England?”

“Summer,” said Lucy. “Certainly summer.”

Peter agreed. “I think it must be Highgrass, if I had to guess. Perhaps later. Greenroof?”

“If it’s Greenroof, then Edmund gets another birthday,” Lucy sighed. “Eleven or twelve, Ed?”

“Neither,” put in Susan. “A thousand, if you’re going to rationalize it that way. Now everyone hush, please, and get some sleep.”

.

Edmund’s birthday was the fifteenth day of Greenroof by the Narnian reckoning. Greenroof, late summer, when all the leaves were dark and broad. Narnian summers were long, but Greenroof was the last and best of the summer months. Greenroof was hunts through the dense foliage, blackberries heavy with juice, lazy afternoons, bonfires, wild romps, and the pleasant kind of sweat. Edmund’s birthday celebrations were always held on Dancing Lawn in the old days: the sort of long, laughter-bright nights that summer was made for.

. 

The second time Edmund celebrated his eleventh birthday, it was just past three months since he and his siblings had returned home from the country. Their house was glass-strewn and battered, but still standing when they arrived home. By August it was beginning to feel really safe again, but sometimes Edmund still woke in the night to find his mother standing silent in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her two sons returned to her.

The professor sent one of Ivy’s famous spice cakes for Edmund’s birthday. It arrived tied in red string, which made Lucy reminisce fondly about dear Mr. Tumnus. Edmund’s siblings pooled their allowances to buy him the new Nero Wolfe detective novel, and his mother gave him a new cap and an electric torch.

“How do you feel?” his mother asked over dinner.

“I don’t feel any older, if that’s what you mean,” he said. “Eleven feels just the same as ten did yesterday.”

. 

All four of them missed their birthdays the first year in Narnia. Too much else was going on at the time, and none of them was quite sure when their birthdays were supposed to be besides. The measurement of time was a thoroughly tangled issue.

The Narnian year had four hundred days even, divided into fourteen months of inconsistent lengths. Furthermore, the kingdom had only known winter for the last hundred years. The Narnians themselves were still remembering how the calendar worked in a world where the seasons changed. They didn’t have the words yet to explain it to their sovereigns.

. 

“Eustace,” said Edmund, “your journal is wrong.”

“Give me that,” Eustace scowled at once. “I know it’s wrong, but there’s no need to rub my face in it. Aren’t I trying to make up for how I was?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. The month is wrong. You’ve got September written here, but time works differently in Narnia than it does in the Other Place. Haven’t you noticed that it’s summer, not autumn?”

“Oh.” Eustace shrugged. “I followed Occam’s Razor and assumed that the climate here was different rather than time itself.”

“Occam’s what?” This was Lucy.

“Occam’s Razor: the simplest solution to a problem is the most likely—never mind. Well, go on, what month is it?”

“Highgrass,” said Lucy.

“July,” said Edmund at the same moment. “More or less.”

 .

They worked it all out one afternoon as the second spring of their reign was ending. Peter and Susan wrote out the English calendar on one stack of parchment while Edmund and Lucy sat down with the Narnian calendar and penciled in seasonal markers as best they could manage.

“The first crocuses came up right at the end of Cleardome, yes?”

“Yes, I think so. And the snowdrops were in their full glory that month too.”

“How do you want to deal with leap year?”

“Just forget about it. Narnia doesn’t have anything similar, so I think twenty-eight days for February is fine for our purposes.”

“Magnolia in Laceveil, yes?”

“Laceveil is a good marker in general. We ought to set that as May and go from there.”

Birthdays were guesses, no matter how much counting they did. Yet as memories of England receded and Narnia’s world blossomed into everything they knew, those guesses solidified into fact. Edmund turned eleven for the first time on the fifteenth day of Greenroof. He was the first of his siblings to celebrate a proper birthday in Narnia.

. 

The fourth time Edmund turned twelve, he received another electric torch to replace the one he’d lost. He laughed for half a minute, holding that gift in his hand.

“Really, you should have expected it,” said Susan primly.

"I did."

Their mother tsked and added something about keeping track of one’s belongings, but that was alright. His siblings understood.

Edmund flicked on the light and watched the beam land on the far wall across the living room. Bright at the edges and dark towards the center where the bulb was. He moved his wrist sideways and watched the spot of light follow.  

. 

Edmund might have forgotten about his birthday aboard the Dawn Treader if Lucy hadn’t remembered. She conspired with the cook to have a spread of Edmund’s favorite foods at supper (such as could be managed at sea) and coerced Rynelf into playing jigs on his fiddle afterwards. While they were dancing, Caspian called for a cask of his best wine, and soon the ship’s whole company was making merry like only Narnians could.

“Didn’t you have a twelfth birthday the last time you were in Narnia?” Caspian asked curiously as the party was dying down.

“Yes,” Edmund replied, “and the time before that too. Confused yet?”

“Ed has all the luck,” Lucy pouted playfully. “We always seem to return to Narnia in the summer, so he gets all the extra birthdays.”

Caspian's face lit up. “How extraordinary! When’s yours then?”

“Cleardome. There’s a year and a half between Ed and me, and he never lets me forget it.”

“It’s really not as exciting as all that,” Edmund added. “We’re not living our lives backwards, or unstuck in time, or any such nonsense. It’s more like—our lives are folded in on themselves, you see? But never the same way twice.”

“I think it’s more like music than anything else,” Lucy said, a kind of fond wistfulness in her voice.

“Yes,” said Edmund. “I know what you mean.”

. 

On the thirteenth of Greenroof, the Telmarines laid down their arms and surrendered to Old Narnia. The next day, messengers were sent forth across the land with news of the surrender and with terms for the Telmarines. Caspian’s coronation followed, and then Edmund woke and it was his birthday again.

Breakfast that morning was long and languid, for Peter and Susan knew that they must say farewell to Narnia, even if the younger ones did not. They lingered round the table with Caspian and Trumpkin and the rest, and presently Peter offered a toast.

“To my brother King Edmund, who is eleven and twelve and sixty-three and thirteen hundred years old today.”

Everyone raised their cups and repeated, “King Edmund.” Caspian nodded and added, “Long live the king,” with an almost ironic tilt to his head.

Naturally, Edmund nodded back. “And to you, King Caspian. Long may you reign.”

Another round of assent followed, and then Lucy cleared her throat. “But also,” she said, “To late summer and the rebirth of Our Narnia. And to the land, the sea, the hills, the trees, the sky, Cair Paravel-by-the-sea and Dancing Lawn and all the flowers that are still in bloom. And to the color green. To all of us here today, and to those who are gone. And to Aslan.”

“Here, here.”

There were tears in Susan’s eyes now. “Happy birthday,” she whispered, and squeezed Edmund’s hand tight. Edmund looked down at his plate, fiercely overcome with love for this place and these people. In a strict, chronological sense, it had been less than a month since his last birthday, but how did the saying go? Time was just a tangled string, or falling snow, or whatever else Aslan told it to be.

. 

“Bother,” said Edmund, “I’ve left my new torch in Narnia.”

Everyone chuckled at this, but Susan said, “Wait a year. We’ll get you a new one for your next birthday.”

#Edmund has a late August birthday #which means that Lucy's must be early in the year if 'really there was only a year between them' holds #AND we still choose to go with the birth years from Jack's timeline #and idk i just really love the idea of the Pevensies repeating their birthdays and just kinda reflecting on it #not in an angsty 'adults in kids bodies' way (ugh) #but just in a sort of 'huh. what a neat opportunity to think about #who i am and who i've been and who i'm becoming' kind of way #that pulls out the growing up themes from the series and examines them #idk i hope that's what i've done here #this is a veeeeerrrrry loose re-write of a really old middle school piece about Lucy having multiple eleventh birthdays #it just makes more sense if it's Edmund given the setup with Prince Caspian #anyway #narnia #the traitor who mended #leah stories #pontifications and creations #working on crossposting to ao3 (hopefully w/i the hour)

[bloomfish]

so I like the concept of the cookie dough speech. I think, independently, it's a good conclusion for buffy to come to by the end of the series. However, the context... look, it's been pretty thoroughly established throughout the series that buffy and angel will never work. can never work. is it a great romance, does it make me feel for the characters, do i love the angst of it? yes absolutely. but why am I being told, despite being shown the opposite, that there's a chance in hell that buffy will end up with angel? why am I being told continually by the writing across both shows that a codependent teen romance between two people who like... barely know each other is what buffy should aspire to? for the rest of her life?

this insistence is such a detriment to the characters of both buffy and angel. each grew so much on their respective shows. i love both buffy and angel as characters. I love what their relationship means for their past and how it informs their characters moving forward. but god, just leave it there. framing buffy/angel as the truest love that will ever be, automatically eclipsing any other relationship either of them try to have, is honestly not great messaging. personally i will always be affected in some way by my first love, I think that's a normal, relatable experience. But there's no way that love is a viable part of my future, and it wouldn't be healthy for me to think so...

it also takes away from the meaning that people like spike and cordelia might have in their lives because whatever they do, however they grow to love each other, they'll always be 'consolation prize' to... what? buffy's high school relationship with an older guy? no thx

#like honestly why would she give angel the hope. what can they possibly expect to have in the future #thats what makes it such a good and angsty relationship! #it was established in iwry that it would not work if angel was human. cool. so their only option is sexless codependent angst #at constant risk of angel losing his soul at any time. bc it wasnt sex it was HAPPINESS. angel lost his soul post sex because he was happy #content in her arms. so by definition they can never be happy together. sux for angel but i dont want that for buffy #anyway #spuffy #anti bangel #again just in case. wild to love a ship so much but also b against it happening. im complex like that #btvs #btvs thoughts #like the only way for it to happen would be for angel to lose his soul and then fight for his soul the way spike did. #which soulless angel would never do. its impossible by design

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

the sillies

#just sibling things #love doodling these two hehe #what better way to make the angst more angsty later than by being goofy now <3 #love getting attached to siblings who i know will break my heart <33 #laya plays dragon age #bethany #oc: liam hawke #my ocs #my art #theyre not Mad at each other btw thats just standard nonsense sibling banter lol

[hayaku14]

THIS FUCKING KAISHIN ART BY KDKIIZ IS MAKING ME LOSE MY MIND LIKE HOLY SHITTTTTT I've seen this done with KID's gloves before but never with Shinichi's socks like??!?!$("(#+'+$+' THIS IS SO STUPID SEXY HOT OF THEM WTF#??#?#)$$)($) OHHH I'M DEAD FRFR IM GONE BRO like im not even a feet enioyer but i feel like i won 😳

#kaishin #SCREAM WITH ME PLEASE WTF I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE LOSING IT OVER THIS #OHHH #KID PUSHING SHINICHI ONTO A DESK SLOWLY PULLING DOWN HIS SOCKS LIKE THAT WHAT THE FUUUUCK #Imgonnacry i love kdkiiz art so much #dc prattles #THERE'S JUST SOMETHING ABOUT KAISHIN AND UNDRESSING EACH OTHER THAT MAKES MY BRAIN ROT SO MUCH #IT'S THE SURRENDERING OF THEIR IDENTITY AND VULNERABILTY OF BEING SEEN RAAAAHHHH #i feel like im gonna go insane looking at this art just as i feel insane when i see that one where #shinichi takes off kaito's gloves in the same way #the way undressing for kaishin is not only for sexy times but also for angsty and emotional and hurt and comfort and fluff & JUST EVERYTHING #im gone bro im DEAD

[itsamenickname]

To make up for the lack of Bowser Jr. in the To Break The Bonds Within Two Kingdoms timeline, here is a mostly wholesome Bowuigi idea that centers around the cute and chaotic little Koopa.

Okay, so imagine with me a time in the Mushroom Kingdom where Bowser and Luigi are a couple. Now whether they're married or not, I'll leave that up in the air, but the thing that really matters here is that Luigi and Bowser have been dating long enough to where they are sleeping together.

And since Luigi and Bowser are getting pretty serious in their relationship, I am almost positive that there would be at least one instance where Bowser Jr. would have a nightmare while Luigi was in Bowser's Castle.

But here is where things start to get interesting.

So after doing some random research, I've discovered that some kittens like to sleep under the covers. Now there are a few different reasons on why kittens do this, but the main reason I'll point out is because it helps them feel safe and secure.

And you might be wondering, "Well that's cool info Nickname, but what does that have to do with Bowser Jr?"

Well my fellow readers, that is where the wholesome part of the idea comes into play.

So when Bowser Jr. wakes up from a nightmare, I can definitely see him going to Luigi and Bowser's room to see if he can sleep with them for the night. However, when Bowser Jr. opens the bedroom door and realizes that Luigi and Bowser are asleep, I can see him do one of these two options:

Bowser Jr. wakes up Luigi and Bowser with tears in his eyes and asks if he can sleep with them tonight because of the nightmare he had (which Luigi and Bowser would 100% be okay with).

OR

We can go into the kitten approach I talked about earlier in the post and have Bowser Jr. go up to the side/foot of the bed, get himself under the covers, climb up the bed and crawl up beside Luigi and Bowser and slowly go back to sleep knowing that his Papa and Mama can and will protect him from any nightmares or dangers (and he does this all without waking Luigi and Bowser up).

Now from the hundreds of Bowuigi & Bowser Jr. artwork & fanfics that I've seen, Jr. would most likely do option #1, but don't you think that it would also be really adorable if Jr. had some kitten traits in him as well (especially since we're making it kind of canon that Bowser purrs whenever he's happy)?

#note that when I say “lack of Bowser Jr.” I mean that he just full-on doesn't exist in the TBTBWTK timeline #like at all #yea I know that it's really weird to exclude Jr. & the Koopalings from my au but with how I have it all planned out it's better this way #especially if you think about it the sense of chapter 11 in TBTBWTK #like seriously though #can you imagine Bowser's pure horror and terror if King Boo tells him that he has to choose between his 8 kids & his husband? #that would fucking destroy him #and don't even get me started on what King Boo would do when Bowser finally makes his choice because both routes are very angsty #but that's a story for another time #bowser jr #luigi #luigi nintendo #bowser #bowser nintendo #bowuigi #bowser x luigi #super mario #super mario bros #mario fanfic idea