I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them
People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human
“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”
“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”
“Yeah!!”
“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”
it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
ngl, it's about quality over quantity for me. an npc can have a total of three minutes of screen time, but if they have a cool name, they can live rent free in my head and I'll spend several hours trying to decipher drawable features from a blurry screenshot of pixels
there is a vague hint of a story here, and that's because every time I try to play thi4f, I get incredibly frustrated with how Not Fun the game play is. like, is the story good? well. but it has a PLAGUE. that should've given it instant 'I'll replay this once a year' status in my heart, but the game play sucks so bad that I've never finished it. I can't believe Not Fun gameplay beat out my obsession with narrative plagues.
anyway, the idea is basically if the original era had a game with a plague centric narrative and some other stuff I liked out of thi4f thrown into a narrative blender, with a heavy dash of horror thrown in because some parts of the thief games were scarier to me than entire dedicated horror genre games.
I don’t think people realize how freaked out fanfic readers get when their favorite author(s) doesn’t update their ongoing schedule ON TIME.
And it’s not cause we want the chapter…it’s cause we’re so fucking worried about the Author.
Like— OMG ARE YOU OKAY? YOU’VE BEEN GIVING US THE TRAGIC UPDATES OF YOUR LIFE IN THE NOTES THE PAST 10 CHAPTERS?! WHY STOP? ARE YOU DEAD? DID YOU GET STUCK IN THE WALL LIKE YOUR CAT?? HAVE YOU EATEN?? HAS YOUR BRAIN EXPLODED??
Readers no longer care about the story when they don’t get their usual update. We panic and flag S.O.S as we track down our wayward author who has been both blessed by the universe with a creative mind and cursed all the same with the worst luck.
So any authors who are reading this please understand— when we comment “hey are you okay?” in your comments. No, we are not asking about the chapter.
We are legitimately concerned for your wellbeing. Do not force yourself to shit out a chapter just to appease other ppl when you yourself are not in the mental state to enjoy it or even write it to begin with.
An artist I follow just posted about the situation not being complicated. They had not said anything about the Israelis killed and I assumed they just weren’t gonna talk about it but now they’re talking about Israelis being evil and the situation not being complicated
I’m so done. How will I ever return to even looking at art anymore? Western leftists have truly no idea how much Jews and especially Israelis trusts they’ve broken over the course of October. So many of us can never return
Wonder if Kaeya thought Diluc hated him, because when Diluc returned to Mond he was so different than when he was younger.
The Diluc he knew wears his emotions on his sleeves, be it anger, happiness, frustration, sadness,...etc.
But this Diluc is...blank. He's serious all the time. Blank face, annoyed frown, sarcastic/tired/professional voice it's only one of those three.
His brother who couldn't lie, who could only be described as sunshine personified who he could hide, be protected, bask and work in his shadow turned into someone who's always annoyed at worst or plain tired all the time at best.
How guilty could he have felt, to be a reason in this transformation. When did he start thinking that the three years away did more damage and that incident wasn't the only reason.
Does he stay up at night thinking that if he didn't encourage Diluc to leave, some of his brother's old personality, his faith in the world could have been salvaged?
When was he able to get close to Diluc again? To realize that even after everything it's still his brother. Yes, he changed but beneath all that he's still the brother who loved him.
asher downey for @hauntedtrait's chestnut ridge bc!
young adult, twenty-six, they/them
an angry five foot five inches
farrier and hoof health specialist
will actually fight you over your horse/cattle/sheep/goat's feet
can confirmed fireman carry anyone... try them
shoulders are a lot broader than they appear they're SHORT
asher downey is an outdoor-loving, loner animal enthusiast who wants the best for your animals and will absolutely tell you to shut up until they finish assessing the issue. they're not rude, just... brusque. to the point. while they have a mean mug and a lot of quick comebacks loaded up in that small frame, asher is actually quite a genial sim. raised by polite parents in a polite town, they genuinely are a "good neighbor to know" - it's just gettin' past their cold front that's the hard part!
the scar and the bite are from particularly nasty run-ins with local coyote packs: they now own two, having rescued them as pups!
likes: mini goats in particular, cooking selvadoradan food, country fashion, the creak of old wood floors, historic landmarks, riding bareback (ahem), bitless goddamn bridles, wide open fields, flower-scented perfumes, crossfit, chewing wheat unironically, animal cops mothafuckin houston babeyyy
dislikes: the big city, smog in general, beating around the bush, passive aggressiveness, gossip, complaints in general like omg, washing the dishes, being expected to be quiet, THEIR HEIGHT, the tourism industry, the general slow gentrification of chestnut ridge, molasses, and - funnily enough - chestnuts
i am sinfully late with this and you know i can't help but make a bedazzled butch but i am utterly in love with asher and i'm so thrilled with how they came out 🥹 feel free to take whatever creative license you'd like with them, my beloved fangs!! shorter hair, no hair, bigger muscles, etc. i don't have the updated height slider back in my game so they're not height-accurate in-game, i'm going to go back in and fix that dsfkjhsdkf. private dl if chosen, and even if not, i'm so excited to see what blue is going to get up to!! 🥹 cas and in-game outfit below:
headcanon that scorpius was a sick child and was in and out of hospital constantly, perhaps related to astoria's blood curse but not directly. his immune system isnt very strong, and everytime he gets sick they're terrified that it's the blood curse but also whatever else it could be, because it's always so sudden and so intense and they call healers over to the house who recommend this delirious feverish 4 year old is hospitalised immediately, and you'd think it'd get easier to some extent because they'd be used to it, but everytime they feel like this is it, this is the time he'll walk in to the hospital and not walk out again
just here to say that I loveee the way you have doodled jin ling. squeaky toy golden boy. the most nephew to ever nephew. thank you for delightful comics, that's all, mwah
I simply think the Jin DNA is full of lil guy potential; like sugar ants on a peony B*)
here’s the link — https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726296426604265472/jeongin-smut-audio
thinking about how innies breeding kink comes from his want to prove to his hyungs that he’s not a baby :(( so after he fills you till the brim he finds any way he can to plug you up so he can go get chan and binnie,, but by the time they come back everything is all but gone, running down your legs onto the sheets. they’re a disappointed in, but they’ll just have to teach their baby bread how to properly breed a hole :)
also thinking about jisung trusting you 1010% with his and your own pleasure. i mean ofc he would! you love him and he loves you after all :(( he’s a little confused on why you insist that he doms tonight, and if he’s being honest he’s a little scared, but if that’s what you want then he’ll try his best! but the poor baby just doesn’t know how :(( he’s so worried that he’s not making you feel good that he ends up a sobbing, cumming mess asking you for help,, he just wants to be a good boy :(( he’ll have to be coddled for a bit to calm him down
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that’s exactly who jeongin gets his sex drive from!! he’s been picking up habits left and right from his hyungs and he likes trying them out on you, yet he’s still very dependable on them for help when it comes to pleasing you because he always feels like he needs to be more “manly” </3. his camera roll is full of pictures of you completely fucked out, laid out on the bed with his cum pooling between your legs to show the other members. he’s even asked them on occasion to watch you two fuck, and if you’re up to it too, he might even let one of them fill you up instead so he can take notes—in reality, he kind of just likes watching you get manhandled and pounded by his friends.
teaching hannie how to be the dominant because he’s so humiliated by how flustered and worked up you get him TT. again, he’s begging you to let him bend you over, to let him fuck your mouth so he can hear the way you gag with his cock down your throat. he’s very quick to get the feel of things, though, because it catches you off guard how hard his hips are slamming against your ass, and his low growls are as attractive as their opposite counterpart. he can’t help but let out a gentle whine when he comes, though, in the midst of his roughness; brings you right back to home, almost like a reminder that his whole goal is to please you.
I have no base for this, but Halsin seems like the type who would settle in the middle of the group with fruits (that he likely foraged) and little wooden bowl in tow and just start cutting them unprompted and offering them to everyone else.