last week I visited metropolis and let me tell you, the air there tasted weird as FUCK and I'm not kidding, that shit tasted like when you mix liquid oxygen and laundry detergent together before turning the oxygen to gas with the laundry detergent mixed in it

How I sleep knowing I'll never trust anyone that hates Sydney but worships Richie:

obsessed with the izzy vs everyone height difference, but esp steddyhands coded

like. izzy, who‘s still so deeply caught in fighting all these battles against parts of him the world deems unworthy. for whom his stature and bearing were hardwon battles fought over years, who can’t shake the echo of bigger, stronger men always zeroing in on him as the easy target - for any number of things, height, weight, voice, a thousand others - and who’s always fought these battles violently and relentlessly

and the only person he’s ever had anything approximating positive feelings about being bigger than him was ed, who used to say it was cute the way he could wrap himself around all of izzy and then some, and rest his chin atop his head to annoy him out of doing work, and who stopped touching him at all somewhere along the line (they’re working on that, these days)

who has all of this rushing in to bite him squarely in the ass when he finds himself one day dragged away and hefted up into stede bonnet’s toned???? arms away from a barfight, mind suddenly empty and frozen mid-calling someone a cunt, just.

well, ed used to do stuff like this, sometimes, before he fucked his knee. stuff that never failed to get izzy’s blood pumping and them both nearly stabbed with distraction, and stede fucking bonnet, gentleman pirate is quite frankly the last person izzy thought he’d be having this second revelation with this late in life, is all

but. oh. he’s staring up at the ponce, going on about something or other how smashing bottles over people’s heads isn’t a civilized way of solving disputes, and if izzy was thinking clearly he might say that it’s a sight more civilized than gutting them which he might’ve done instead, but is he ever not

because he’s been summarily deposited on the small brick wall outside, and bonnet is looming over him with both hands braced either side of izzy’s hips, and his brain is receiving exactly none of the words stede is sending, cause-

well. apparently he really fucking likes this

I loved the plot component to the Mighty Nein’s story but god all I can think about right now is that dome, how Caleb almost cried to be able to provide a shelter for them after losing one of their own, how they all slept together and ate together and just lived as inextricable parts of each other’s lives for so much of the campaign. The tower was a love letter both from Liam and from Caleb but the comfort and familiarity of curling up in a pile of limbs and body odor and snoring and that being more of a home than any of them had seen in so long, if ever...it’s so simple but it gets to me. The intimacy of a life lived in tandem is one of the greatest forms love takes and the Nein were just rich with it in a way that seemed so especially healing to watch.

happy february 13th, aka anti-valentines day ( esp. when its edgy boy friday the 13th ) aka when my style sons, jerseykyle and ravenstan celebrate valentine's day and in honor of that because i am feeling insane, even though i still don't like it/think it's poorly written, i am going to regift you the part of the og chapter six ravesey #hate where stan goes off on that tangent about hating valentines days, florists being butchers & kyle being like completely enamored by him <3 xx

alright having mostly played thru rain world (havent finished gourmand bc i'm not emotionally ready to be a slugpup parent, havent finished hunter and saint yet bc i suck at this game) im going to weigh in on the slugcat fur argument. i think they all have fur, however, i think its constantly way too humid on account of the daily torrential downpours for it to ever be fur-like in appearance, and is instead has more of a gel-like feel to it. like if the structure of the fur and whatever skin oils are produced reacted with water/humidity to form an insulating coat. saint, however, doesn't get the daily downpours and humidity is much lower, so it's fur is fluffed, which helps insulate against the cold. basically all of them are wet cats all the time, except saint bc climate change.

as dissatisfied as I was with the aim to be a pokemon master miniseries i have to be grateful to it because it finally treated oshawott well

one nitpick i have with the memories in botw is that they make you go into the castle, see the cutscene with ganon, and then leave again to finish the sidequest. it would be much more emotionally impactful imo to finish all the memories before entering the castle, to have that last cutscene (with zelda's "i am here" line) urging you to go face ganon and finally finish it. the dlc also ruins the emotional impact by having like three different cutscenes of zelda telling link to go after ganon when there's still a ton of stuff to do

dude i wish I could recognize my issues better, sometimes i struggle telling if im hungry or tired like everything is connected in the wrong port in my head and im just ???? at things

Writing her is its own reward but it really does mean so much when I update your body is a burning book and people say they enjoy my lil interpretation of Riza. She is so close to my own heart!!

Like I’m at a point where I’m getting better at just writing for pleasure and for myself, which is part of why I think my results are somewhat successful, and it has taken me being two years out of studying fiction writing in school, learning to let myself be and figure out how to work with my own voice (which has always been more of a poet’s voice and learning to lean into that with some amount of abandon has been sooo freeing) to get to a place where the process can just be what it is to accomplish this and the process and the results themselves just make me feel happy and fulfilled.

So like, Learning that others are enjoying it is just a huge lovely cherry on top. I’ve always struggled to share my work despite feeling an impulse to do so, so it feels like a great place to be with it.

So just a heartfelt thank you to anyone who takes the time to read and engage with my work!!! Nothing brings me joy the way getting a comment or kudos does! Huge wet kiss thru the phone/screen for all of u :3

It's so weird - I've had 2 panic attacks in the last 3 days revolving around fears of me not being able to breathe/forgetting how to breathe, and I don't really know why? Like it's so irrational and I know it's irrational, just like I know when it's happening that there is no real threat, and yet I still manage to convince myself that it's real and that I am Dying Immediately. It's partially medicine anxiety - fear that whatever meds I've taken are reacting poorly and shutting my body down.

I've had 4 panic attacks in the last 2 weeks, which is more than I think I've ever had before . The only things that's different is that I started taking sertraline. Is this a common side effect within the first two weeks? I know it can make your anxiety and depression worse, but goddamn. i hope this shit chills out soon.

just need to vent but the assholes on instagram dragging my comment about my own personal experiences with medical discrimination need to shut the fuck up bc it is giving me the OVERWHELMING urge to

simon snow i miss youuuuuuuu

Was thinking about cookiezilla again

Top 2 Things A Silencer Shouldn't Say To Someone They Worked With Once Five Years Ago

the correlation between my caffeine consumption and hitting tag limit repeatedly, uwu