I DONT HAVE ANY FIC IDEAS FOR IT BEING NATIONAL ACE WEEK, SO I SIMPLY COME HERE TO SAY

DEMIACE GILLION TIDESTRIDER 🤝 AROACE QUEEN JRWI

I WILL NOT BE ELABORATING FURTHER, HAVE A NICE DAY

Okay so The Star Beast was fun and I'm hyped for Wild Blue Yonder and everything but I am shattered over the new episode of Eleventh Doctor Chronicles.

Broken Hearts is some of the best dark!Doctor Expanded Universe exploration I ever consumed, and that includes The Eleventh Doctor Year Two comics. I am sobbing. I am in tears. I am broken as thoroughly as the Doctor broke Valerie Lockwood.

Me when I can't find any Broken Hearts/Curiosity Shop stan posts to reblog or fic to read to get out the angsty energy...

(fic. I'm writing fic. and yes this is an open request for reading recs)

fun fact! that old man is dead! you are romancing a corpse! your house will smell like rotting flesh! he has killed multiple children in cold blood and still felt no remorse! he has no ass! that sit is flat! you are trying to get with the rotting corpse of a serial killer! and he is assless!

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[Image Description: A digital painting depicting Feldspar standing to the right of a campfire, facing away from the viewer and upwards. They are holding an arm outstretched above them and the other gesticulates as if they were telling a story. Several fireflies surround them and their shadow falls to their right. Wreathed in the smoke of the campfire is a scene of their campsite in Dark Bramble. Three large twisting brambles, the anglerfish fossil’s teeth, and three pine trees are suspended upside down, stretching downwards toward Feldspar and the campfire. A plume of stylized curling smoke stretches across the top of the scene from Feldspar’s ship in the top right corner. The ship is sparking with electrical failure. End Image Description.]

my piece for the @travelers-encore-zine !!!  I think this came out a bit more conceptual than I wanted but I still like it!

Thank you to the mods for making this happen, putting everything together and being an amazing support team!!! Thank you to my fellow contributors for being so lovely and making such amazing things and sharing this project with me, I'm really happy I got to be a part of it!!

went to go clothes shopping today and i got the cuntiest misa-esque dress for like $8 at the thrift store <3

After the transformation (death) of a friend, Shadowheart and Karlach go on a journey to take their effects home.

--

They’re not dead, just gone.

They’re not dead, just gone.

(She tries to think about Omeluum. She tries not to think about how Omeluum is not the name of its old host.)

It’s easiest to pray to Selûne on their behalf. When it’s not about them, she never knows what to say.

the first thing fancy brew thinks when joe beans tells her to come upstairs is that she's definitely not paid enough to be interrupting her break for customers but she agrees to come up regardless.

the second thing fancy brew thinks when she sees the combination if people in front of her are family. the feeling fades as quickly as it came and it leaves her head aching and her heart pounding. she feels as though she's found a part of herself in them and she doesn't understand why. she pushes the feeling down. 

and then the lot of them yell jancy and oh, these kids (and kids? that's not right and she knows it's not but, then, what is the right word for them?) are loud and she’s already so tired. but they keep going and oh they have the wrong woman, don't they? because she can't remember them at all. and, while fancy brew knows her memories aren’t all there, she’s not sure if she can bring herself to believe that these kids are her family.

they call her their mom but she's, she's not that old, she knows she's not that old, at least. and anyways, one of them is a grandma? so she can’t possibly be their mom, because jancy- fancy brew may not know much but she knows she’s not that old.

and yet, she can't help but think of the pang of familiarity she felt, the pang of familiarity she keeps feeling but -- god her head aches -- but something isn't right here and jancy tru- fancy brew is on the case. 

fancy brew knows nothing. she remembers little of her life before working for joe and still, she can't help but feel as though that didn’t always used to be the case. 

fancy brew may know nothing but she's certain that these... children of hers, aren’t actually her children. they simply can’t be.

but fancy brew is a smart woman, and she knows that, perhaps, if she truly were to know these people, they might be able to trigger some of her memory gain if they talk about memories they'd shared in the past. and despite everything, fancy hopes that she knows these people and fears that she doesn't. 

more than anything, fancy wants to believe that these people are her family, but a part of her is worried. what if she lets them down? what if they are her family and she simply can’t remember them? what if she isn’t? fancy’s not sure which outcome would be worse.

still when she floats the idea, the party takes it and runs with it and she's almost struck by the speed at which they are willing to bare their souls to her. fancy brew is reeling from the blind trust and faith they've put into her, a woman who can't remember and who doesn't know, a woman who may be a stranger. she knows that whoever this jancy is, these kids love her. and fancy is reeling at that fact, at the love they share for the woman they believe she is. 

fancy bre- no, jancy true, does not remember everything. but she remembers cheering york on, she remembers bailing her children out of bad situations, she remembers the butt cloud and an angry (exasperating) horned woman and a sadder, older, horned woman as well and most importantly she remembers Rosé's birthday. 

jancy true remembers her family. 

jancy true used to know everything. 

fancy brew knew nothing. 

currently, jancy true remembers very little. when all is said and done, her memories are fuzzy and her head hurts so much so it feels as though she can't think. 

when jancy looks at the party, her family, her children, she knows that she’ll be okay. because if she knows anything, she knows that these are her children, and, as hard as it may be to believe sometimes, they’re smarter than they may seem.

minthara :3

baby bennett jude valentine is no longer as much of a baby and it's killing me that he looks so much like luca while simultaneously having jillian's emerald eyes. the pain is unreal

I've been feeling extremely depressed this week, but I kid you not kuroo's bday is bringing me back to life today so if you see me going a bit wild on the dash, don't mind me <3

oh yeag so droneself has decided that theyre going to start inserting uwuspeak into their typing style, which. i think is kinda cute but at first ngl i was embarrassed lol

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

Feel free to skip on past this, I’ve just gotta ramble for a minute bc i cant stop thinking about this kid from work last week. They were so much like me at that age (5-6th grade) that I didn’t know how to interact with them? I didn’t know what to say to them bc I don’t know what I needed to hear back then, what I would’ve WANTED to hear? What would I have even listened to? They were almost entirely silent and looked out at the world with a hesitant curiosity, but would pull back so fast as soon as you tried to interact w them. Little to no eye contact, face hidden in hair, always looking down, following others until they could strike off on their own and just quietly explore. Intently focusing on drawing any chance they got. We did an art project and they hunched over their piece the entire time and wouldn’t let any of us see it in progress, refusing to look up or acknowledge us if we asked to see it or to know what it was. Idk. I barely interacted w them while they were with us for those few days bc I didn’t know how? It almost hurt to try? It was like looking back into a time machine and i didn’t know how to tell them that it does get better,,, I still don’t even know if where I am is better, some days feel so unsure that I don’t think I’ve made any progress at all. But seeing that kid, idk. I’ve come pretty far. And it DOES get better. Maybe it’s not the best now, or even that great at all, but it’s better. I wish I could’ve told them but I don’t think they’d have wanted to hear it anyway

people smarter than me have said this before but jesus christ why does every job seem to require at least a year of experience and a degree in some hyperspecific field. where did the entry level positions go? how am i even supposed to get experience if none of yall will give me a job without it?

not even gonna throw my hat into the barbie (2023) discourse because at this point, everyone has said what i wanted to say and more eloquently at that. (my feelings on that movie are very well known to anyone that's followed me for some time now btw) HOWEVER, i can't believe you can point out that greta gerwig is THE first filmmaker ever to ever get their first 3 films (solo directorial efforts to be more exact) nommed for best picture and that it's a record that 2 of the nominees in best director haven't achieved (for ref: scorsese didn't get a best picture nom til raging bull while nolan didn't score a bp nom til inception. funny enough, tdk was a HUGE part of the reason why the academy decided to expand the number of slots in bp from 5 to 10.) and you have ppl in the youtube comments accusing you of belittiling their accomplishments to lift greta up all bc you stated a damn FACT. youtube, like twitter, has the same exact kind of "oh so you like pancakes?? then you must HATE waffles" energy that i find insufferable, sdhfjkgjh.

I need to start working out again but… i am lazy