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quiltcas · 21 hours
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first T-shot tuesday down!
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f1-birb · 6 months
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Don't know if this is too much to ask (or too soon) but I would love to read just a short snippet of Jon's pov in the garage and the aftermath but more comfort...
can't lie, amongst a lot of other sadness I've been feeling today I have been thinking about this and maybe when I'm tucked into bed to chill the words will come
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capriciouswrites · 2 years
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on the first day of halloween my true boo gave to me...a sakura with a sword
Alright, only two people expressed interest in seeing this, so apologies to the rest of you. I'm thinking just tumblr drabbles, but some might get long. So, here's a little bit of Sakura's POV for a bit between chapter one and the as of yet unposted chapter two of i get knocked down (BUT I GET UP AGAIN). Enjoy.
Sakura itches her nose and tries to fight off the second hand embarrassment she’s getting from this whole…thing. Haku, next to her, is just staring in horror. Which is absolutely a reasonable response, and luckily on his henge’d face can easily be mistaken for terror.
Which is good, because they’re supposed to be civilians and ergo be terrified of all of this.
But really it’s just…really, really bad.
“Did they just —“ Haku’s mouth snaps shut as Sakura shoots him a look — her brown eyes might look softer than her normal green glare, but he’s always been a smart kid.
Not that he’s wrong. And really, she’d prefer he be horrified and disbelieving than think anything that’s happening is a good idea but —
Sakura squints slightly and then tilts her head, hand itching for her bingo book. That's not a symbol she knows. Which is just wrong. How can there be a village she doesn’t know? They’re wearing their forehead protectors proud, which is nice she supposes but… 
“There are too many,” one of them is saying, not even bothering to keep their voice down, “we should just kill some here. Keep the healthiest.”
Sakura sighs and tilts her head back. Next to her Haku’s shoulder’s relax. Her lips curl slightly and she shakes her arms out.
Every few months she likes to have them henge up and join a caravan as civilians just to work on some of those subtle skills that being a missing-nin don’t emphasize, but it’s not like this is the first time she’s ended up doing something to defend the group — but normally that's because whoever’s attacking realize that there’s someone with chakra just chilling there.
These guys haven’t noticed, didn’t even notice when Sakura made a clone to join the children.
Haven’t even noticed that mist is slowly rising and curling around their ankles and higher, despite the bright sun beating down.
Which is just, hell, just insulting.
“Okay, I’m sorry," she says, stepping forward from the crowd where she’s been cowering with the others, “what fucking village are you from?” She considers and glances to the children, “whoops, sorry, cover your ears, that’s a bad word.”
“We’re Sound! And we’re going to —“ Sakura whistles sharply to cut them off and signal Haku.
“Sounds made up,” she says, “but I changed my mind, I don’t actually care. Okay, bye.”
The ice mirrors rise from the mist slowly, and she wants to applaud at both how smooth they move and how down right creepy it looks. Haku’s learning so much, she’s so proud.
Her hands go over her shoulders, even as the fake-ninja arm themselves and look around, one splitting into two which is just bizarre, to pull out Kabutowari even though he just looks like a backpack at the moment.
She still hasn’t bothered to drop the henge, probably won’t, since what she’s pulled out looks like a leg of lamb attached to a mirror with ribbon holding the two together which is, quite frankly, amusing enough to make her enjoy what’s probably going to be a brutally boring fight. She snickers to herself, deflects a blow with the mirror and then cracks a skull open with the lamb before flash stepping to the next one.
“Okay,” she says once they’ve raided what the civilians have left behind — she figures they escaped with their lives which obviously wasn’t going to be the case otherwise, so taking some of their shit as payment is reasonable, and they weren’t even there to argue so they must not’ve cared about it too much, “but ‘Sound’ is definitely fake, right?”
Haku shrugs and continues to examine the roll of silk he’s going to spend the next week bitching about carrying until they get to one of the few tailors they like.
“Oi, brat, don’t ignore me. Sound, fake or real? I kinda want to find out what’s up with that. Side trip?” Haku rolls his eyes and ignores her, so she reaches over to flick the side of his head — being very careful not to catch him with the sharp edge of her fingernail. “Show some respect, brat, we’re gonna go hunt down some fake ninja, it’ll be fun.”
“Yes, Sensei,” he says, dryly, giving her a look over the silk that makes her laugh — he’s come so far from the shy boy terrified of his own bloodline limit, she’s so proud.
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kvothes · 8 months
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poetry and musical theater get similar accusations leveled at them in terms of not being realistic, i.e. “no one fucking talks like that” or “people don’t randomly burst into song in real life” and sometimes i just want to take people by the shoulders and say. there are forms of art that are not aiming for perfect realism. are you capable of handling that
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laughingcatwrites · 6 months
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As a reminder that good exists out there, a coworker recently confessed to me that he found out his child is questioning their identity (kid's gender redacted for this post). The kid is keeping it from him, so he can't say anything to them or show that he knows, but he's doing his best to get mentally prepared and educated so that he'll be ready whenever his kid does feel comfortable enough come to him.
For context, this guy is a big, bulky middle aged dude who loves sports and typical outdoor "manly" activities. As his coworker and friend, I know he's a kind and sweet teddy bear of a person, but his kid probably views him as a stern, authoritarian figure, the way most teenagers view their parents. His family lives in a conservative area, so I'm sure between that, their dad's looks and interests, and the fact that their dad is a Figure of Authority, the kid is worried that they won't be accepted.
But you know what? When he found out about his kid, the first thing he did was reach out to his closest queer friend and ask for resources for parents of questioning children. His biggest fears are that his kid will be bullied or discriminated against and won't feel comfortable enough to be themself. His second action was to find himself a mentor in another parent who went the same situation (kid coming out in a conservative town). The other person is preparing him for some of the struggles his kid may face and the fights he may need to take on as a parent to make sure his kid is safe and treated well.
Something I want to emphasize for people focused on language as the primary method of allyship is that when we spoke, he used some outdated terms and thoughts about gender and sexuality. That does not make him bad. These were the terms and thinking used about questioning teenagers when he was growing up and he never needed to learn more current ones. But now that he does have that need, he's throwing himself in head first because that's his kid and he's darn well going to make sure that his kid feels welcomed and has a safe place to be themselves even if they never come out to him.
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mitsdriveswhere · 1 month
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i've registered for a college course for the first time in four? five? years? absolutely terrified. but im gonna do my best
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catmask · 8 months
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does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.
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verflares · 23 days
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just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you
pssst. check this out on inprnt :]
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possessable · 11 months
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Hello i'm a normal person here's some stuff i drew to illustrate different traits different "person getting controlled" tropes can have
edit: obligatory possession shorthand code link because people seem to be using this like the possession code but just. without the code part
edit: DO NOT BE HORNY ON MY POST 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥
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lgbtlunaverse · 8 months
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Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.
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cozymodeonpoint · 4 months
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senshi fans: learning how to make nutritious meals for themselves
laios fans: down bad
marcille fans: lesbianism
chilchuck fans: putting that man in situations
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captainjonnitkessler · 6 months
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I think I can trace my intense hatred for the whole "regulations are just corporate bullshit, building codes are just The Man's way of keeping you down, we should return to pre-industrial barter and trade systems" nonsense back to when I first started doing electrical work at one of the largest hospitals in the country.
I have had to learn so much about all the special conditions in the National Electric Code for healthcare systems. All the systems that keep hospitals running, all the redundancies and backups that make sure one disaster or outage won't take out the hospital's life support, all the rules about different spaces within the hospital and the different standards that apply to each of them. And a lot of it is ridiculously over-engineered and overly redundant, but all of it is in the service of saving even one life from being lost to some wacky series of coincidences that could have been prevented with that redundancy.
I've done significantly less work in food production plants and the like, but I know they have similar standards to make sure the plants aren't going to explode or to make sure a careless maintenance tech isn't accidentally dropping screws into jars of baby food or whatever. And research labs have them to make sure some idiot doesn't leave a wrench inside a transformer and wreck a multi-million dollar machine when they try to switch it on.
Living in the self-sufficient commune is all fun and games until someone needs a kidney transplant and suddenly wants a clean, reliable hospital with doctors that are subject to some kind of overseeing body, is my point.
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forestofsprites · 3 months
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i think that sometimes the best thing that you can do is remind yourself that there are beaches. lakes, rivers, and ponds. there are forests. little woods and meadows. there are canyons. gullies and mountain cliffs. there are rainy days. dry spells and scorching blue skies. that the world turns. changes as much as it repeats. that feeling slow today won't stop tomorrow's high tide. won't make july's blackberries any less ripe
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acarillustrated · 5 months
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fuck it. avatar as calico critters
zuko, iroh and toph
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autumn-may · 5 months
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Mostly spoiler free summary of my viewing experience
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buggachat · 6 months
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something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.
But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin
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