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Keres hit Astarion for 4 Bludgeoning Damage.
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#astarion#wyll#tav#my art#comic#tav bg3#hello ive had this joke rotating in my head for two weeks#now i am inflicting it on you#bonk#tylenol upon you#keres
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Guess
Fandom: Star Wars, The Mandalorian
Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader
Rating: PG13, fluff
Word count:
Summary: A game of guessing goes right in every way for you and Din, your kind of friend, sort of boss.
A/N: Day 1 of my fic advent calendar and my first Din Djarin fic on here! Credits to my friend @lokislittlevalkyrie for co-creating the reader character and for our long conversations about her and Din. Keep checking the advent calendar Masterlist for more fics dropping this month. And leave me a little comment to encourage me to keep the fics going 💜💜💜
“Stop scowling.”
“I’m not scowling,” he lied, trying his best to keep his tone neutral even though he was surprised that she knew he was scowling. Lucky guess, he told himself. But how many lucky guesses could one person have about his facial expressions?
“You so were!” She insisted, sinking further back into the novelty ‘chair’ she bought on their last stop. It was a sphere half filled with tiny soft particles that molded itself to the user’s shape. She slouched on it as she continued watching one of her holodramas, something with a murder or speeders (or both) at the heart of the story.
“I was not.”
“If you say so, Din Can,” she said, using her nickname for him. He chuckled reflexively, unable to control his responses to her. Thankfully, his helmet filtered the sound out, saving him the embarrassment of finding humor in the humiliating nickname. He smiled, glad she didn’t know just how many times she’d made him laugh whether by mocking him or making clever remarks in general.
“I do say so.”
She was beautiful. Taking up the creed meant hiding one’s own face from others. To hide what would serve as the basis of others’ first impression of you so that your valor and your character would serve as your defining features. Vanity was not something he was raised with. Yet he knew beauty when it stared him in the eye and called him Din Can everyday. Or Tin Djarin. Buckethead when he really pissed her off.
Dinny Bear when she was intoxicated.
Blood rushed to his cheek when he thought of the last time she did that. She’d gotten very comfortable around him in the months they’d been crew mates. All her initial jitters and jumpiness around him had gone and been replaced with her stubbornness, strange sense of humour, and a level of confidence she didn’t have with him before.
He had to chase her down to even get her to accept the job he was offering her as a travelling mechanic. He’d never heard of one before. And she was quite frightened of him after the kind of interaction they had at Peli’s shop. But he needed a mechanic on board. With the kid in his hands now, it became hard to juggle a failing ship with hunting bounties and caring for a mischievous kid who waited for the moment he took his eyes off him to cause chaos.
It helped to have a mechanic on board at all times. She was wonderful and came approved by Peli. Over time, she became more than his mechanic. A friend, he would be brave enough to say. If he were braver with women, he would say that he’s caught her sneaking glances at him. That he felt her twinkling eyes rove over his armor every now and then. Sometimes he was confident of it. At others, he convinced himself that his mind was clouded by his desire for her. By his desire for her to desire him too.
The matter of his expressions came up once again later after dinner.
“Stop looking so grumpy.”
“You cannot see my face.”
“Yeah but you look grumpy.”
He grunted, turning away from her to focus on the controls. They were on hyperspeed. There was nothing he needed to do with the controls. But to come face to face with her when she told him exactly what he did underneath his helmet was…too much.
“Heyy! Let’s play a game?” She asked, her voice bubbling with excitement.
“Play with Grogu.”
“He’s asleep. And this is not a game for little potatoes.”
He chuckled softly at the nickname and looked up at her again, awaiting her proposal. “What would that be?” He asked.
“A drinking game.”
“Drinking is a game now?”
“Dank farrik! I missed when you used to be quiet. Just listen to me. I’ll guess what your face looks like under your helmet and if I get it right, you should take a sip of your drink. And if I get it wrong, I take a sip. Let’s do it with the Silver Elixir,” she said, getting up from her seat to fetch the bottle from their liquor cabinet they kept locked to keep away from wandering little womp rats.
She returned with the bottle, two glasses and straws. They’d recently taken to drinking together. She bought him a straw a begged him to join her, using her sweet eyes and her adorable pout to convince him. She said she only had drinks with friends and that drinking alone on the razor crest made her feel lonely.
He gave in to her, just like he gave in to their little green crewmate.
She didn’t need to use a straw, of course. Yet she did. When he asked, she said it was so that he didn’t feel lonely drinking through a straw like a kid. Even in her insults, she managed to be sweet.
“Start guessing,” he said impatiently as she sat next to him and looked intently at their glasses to see if they were filled equally.
“Sure, sure… You have dark hair,” she said, passing his drink to him. “Dark brown.”
“A little too obvious, isn’t it?” He asked, knowing she had definitely seen his hair in the trash after he gave himself haircuts and shaved his facial hair.
“Drink up, old man!” She said, lips wide in a grin as she knew already that she was right.
He snorted, but followed through, taking a sip of the strong liquor. “Alright. Next.”
“You have….big green ears.”
“Wrong,” he huffed, smiling nevertheless at her sense of humour.
“Damn it! I should’ve known they wouldn’t fit inside the helmet,” she said, taking a sip. She was smiling too, and unlike his, it was out in the open and as bright as the stars around them.
“Those were two descriptors. Big and green. Take one more sip,” he argued. He didn’t particularly want to get her drunk, but he liked how adorable she was when intoxicated. One of their drinking sessions ended with her snuggling up to him because she couldn’t find the kid to snuggle like a children’s stuffed animal.
“What? No! It was one guess, so it’s one sip.”
“Again, you guessed the size and color of my ears and they were both wrong. Take a sip.”
She rolled her eyes, but complained, taking another sip. She leaned close and narrowed her eyes at him, as though focusing on his helmet would reveal what was underneath. He smiled unconsciously, taking in the beauty of her from up close. The light in her eyes, the way her eyebrows knit together when she was in deep thought, lips that impressed him with the wittiest remarks… Lips he wanted desperately to pull to his, to devour and make moan his name.
“No moustache.”
“Hmmm….” He hummed, thinking of how he could sort the point for this. He *did* have a moustache, but that was only now. There were times when he shaved it off completely. “It’s complicated. I have a moustache now, but I change it quite frequently. So, half a sip.”
“If I have to take half a sip, so should you.”
“No, I don’t,” he scoffed at her warped logic. Here he was, being nice and giving her some credit even though she was wrong. But she was trying to take advantage of it.
“Yeah you should. If I’m taking half a sip because I was half right and half wrong, you should also take a sip because you’re half right and half wrong.”
“No. That’s not how it works. I have facial hair now, which means you are wrong. I should’ve made you take a full sip, but I decided to make a concession because I am sometimes fully shaven.”
“Dank Farrik! You’re such a lightweight. Just say you can’t handle your liquor and I’ll let you go,” she taunted, a smirk plying at her lips.
“Oh please, I can handle my liquor much better than you can. Here,” he said, drinking the strong undiluted alcohol like it was water in a few big sips. He slammed the glass against the control panel surface and shrugged. “See, I’m good. You are the one who gets drunk after one portion of the Silver Elixir and terrorizes the kid.”
She gasped, as though he made a much bigger accusation. “I don’t terrorize the kid! I just give him extra cuddles and kisses. He enjoys them very much. It’s called affection, Tin Can. Ever heard of it?”
He tilted his head at her in the way that sometimes made her swallow audibly. “So you think that because of my way of life, I have never experienced affection?”
She opened and closed her mouth quickly, as though her mind and lips were in disagreement about whether or not what they were about to say was appropriate. He smiled under his helmet, proud of himself for stumping her. She talked a lot. Since he was a quiet man, everyone else was talkative in comparison. But she was the voice he heard the most as they lived together on the Razor Crest and their other occupant communicated mostly in coos and squeals.
“That’s not what I meant!”
“Say what. Since the drinking thing was already disproportionate anyway because I’m not guessing your features and I can handle my liquor much better than you do….lets change the rules.” He took a deep breath, afraid of the consequences of his words but unable to miss this opportunity. “For each correct guess you make, I’ll give you a kiss.”
“You’re kidding,” she said, scoffing.
“I’m not known for my humor.”
She took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes, making his heart skip a beat. Kriff, the things she did without even knowing! He thought he could die from the anticipation of hearing her next guess. Would she guess something ridiculous like big green ears to make sure she doesn’t have to kiss him? Or would she make a very obviously correct guess?
“You have…” she trailed in a softer voice, looking at him almost coyly. “…pink lips.”
Not the most obvious guess. Not all humans had pink lips. And he could easily not be human. He didn’t remember telling her he was… But if she was going for something for a higher likelihood of being correct… Kriff he hoped she was. “Do you want me to turn the lights off or blindfold you?” He asked, conveying indirectly that she was right.
“Wh-whaaat? Why?” She sputtered, looking at him with those pretty eyes, vulnerability brimming in her expressions.
Did he get the wrong idea? Maybe her obvious guesses weren’t because she wanted to be right so she could kiss him… Maybe it was just the product of her usual playful nature.
“Because I will have to take my helmet off when I kiss you,” he proceeded to say, even as his heart beat faster with the anxiety of how this could go. They were adults. It it was a misunderstanding, he would simply get over it and do his best to not make it awkward between them. “And you cannot see me.”
“I…” she trailed off before letting out a nervous laugh. “I didn’t think you were serious.”
“Again. Not known for my humor,” he said, letting a smile seep into his words. She was so kriffing adorable, looking all nervous like a blurrg stuck in a doorway. “You don’t have to, of course. I can give you something else. Ten credits, perhaps?”
“What, no. A deal is a deal.”
“Then tell me, my dear mechanic. Lights out or blindfold?”
“Lights out.”
Pity. He was hoping to see her pretty face when he kissed her. Not moving from where he was, he pressed the buttons on the control panel, turning all the lights out. In the pitch black of outer space, he could see nothing. Perfect.
“What can you see?” He asked, just to be sure.
“Nothing,” she said, in her voice so low and soft that it was swallowed up by the darkness. What entity wouldn’t want to swallow up something his pretty mechanic put out? Every word she said, every touch of her fingers against the trees and rocks and flowers. If he were air, he would luxuriate in her scent. If he were water, he would caress her skin and play with her hair as he cleansed her. If he were fire, he would creep into her skin, warm her up when she needed. But he was nothing but man. So, he would have to satisfy himself with a kiss from her lips.
“Are you sure?” She asked as he stepped forward to her.
“I am. Are *you* sure?”
There was silent for a moment before she said, “Yes. Kiss me.”
Needing nothing else, he took his helmet off and placed it carefully on his seat. His heart thudded against his ribs, and his breaths grew labored. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.
In all his years, he had never kissed anyone. It was not part of the culture of his people what with the metal barriers that kept them from it. He remembered the sweet kisses on his forehead and cheeks from before he took the creed. But that was not what his heart desired. He wanted the kind of thing she watched on her holopad, all the holodramas with characters who showed their desire through an intense kiss that left their partner speechless.
He reached forward and found her hand. She gasped softly, the quietness of the ship letting him in on her soft sounds. He caressed up her arm, enjoying the slight tremble of her skin beneath the tips of his fingers. He stopped at her neck and allowed himself to cradle it in his hand. He felt her lean closer and he reciprocated, taking the final step. He tilted his head to his right feeling that she tilted to her right.
As he closed the gap between them, he felt her warm breath on his skin. He swallowed, his lips parting from how nervous he was. What if he was no good? What if he didn’t have good breath? What if he’s such a bad kisser that she— he gasped softly as she pressed her lips against his. In an instant, she quietened the sounds his head. The fast beating of his heart, he realized was now from the effect of proximity to her more than his insecurities.
She placed one hand on his shoulder and wrapped her other arm around his waist. He let out a shaky breath at the intimacy of their contact and let his other hand trail down her back. She pressed herself closer against his beskar clad chest, making him wish he had the forethought to toss that bit of his armor too. He wanted to feel her. Every bit of her that she was offering up to him like she truly believed he was deserving.
Her lips were soft, just as he’d dreamt them to be. He’d never kissed before. It was an act saved for married couples in the covert, as only your spouse could see you with your helmet off. He had married friends who waxed poetry about the magic of kissing. How they felt like nothing and nobody mattered other than your partner. How it turned you into putty in their hands. He thought it was exaggerated… Until now.
He cupped her cheek, her face fitting in his hand and making him feel a new sense of protectiveness towards her. He’d protected her before, sure, but this felt different. This was something to do with a need to be gentle with her. To cherish her and treasure her. She licked his lips and he parted them instinctively, letting her tongue between his lips. He shuddered as her fingers threaded through his hair. He whimpered and pulled her closer to himself in the moment of vulnerability, using her as a crutch to support him. He’d never been touched like that before…
Her fingers explored his hair and he allowed himself to relax in his arms, even letting himself give her comforting caresses of her back. He felt her melt into his arms as their kiss deepened. She tasted of the silver elixir first, but when they were both a little along the way, he began to taste something that was distinctly her. Something sweet, mixing with the fragrance of her citrusy perfume to further dull his senses.
It was soft, but electrifying. He poured his passions into the kiss, exploring her with his tongue and luxuriating in the sweet little whimpers she let out. The technicalities stopped mattering. He was here, holding the girl he’d been pining for, lips connected as the unlikely result of a stupid game. That moment was all that mattered and her sounds of satisfaction told him that he wasn’t doing so bad after all.
She pulled back in a while and they let out the breaths they’d be holding. She let out a laugh and he smiled, comforted by her job. He didn’t even know he’d been holding his breath. He’d forgetting the necessity for breathing as he found her lips.
“You have…a big nose,” she said, confusing him.
“Huh?” He asked, his mind still clouded from her kiss.
“I get another kiss if I’m right, Dim Djarin,” she teased, pointing to his obliviousness when it came to things of this nature.
“Right,” he said, grinning as he kissed her again. He needed to play games with her more often.
#din djarin#din djarin fic#din djarin fluff#din djarin x reader#din djarin x you#din djarin x ofc#din djarin x y/n#din djarin x original female character#the mandalorian#the mandalorian fanfiction#the mandalorian fic#the mandalorian fluff#inexperienced!din#din x reader#din x you#mando x reader#mando x you#mando fic#pedro pascal#pedro pascal character fanfic#star wars#star wars fanfiction#star wars fic#am i a star wars fic writer now?#din dijarin x reader#din djaren#din dijarin fanfiction#all that i've inflicted on the world
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linocut study of the poster for the 1924 film orlacs hände :-)
#artwork#the hands of orlac#conrad veidt#my most recent linocut hooraaaay i really like how this one turned out#i have done two others which i havent posted yet but i will soon. or at least one of them (i dont like how the other one turned out so much#anyway i love this film his acting in it is superb he makes the most incredible tortured faces#really a masterclass in forehead vein performance#i am away from my lino tools now that i am back at uni so i cannot make any more for a while :-( alas#i think it is probably a good thing though because i have inflicted multiple injuries upon myself as a result of doing so much#dopey bastard disease#i hope you are all well my friends!!! my usual apologies for unanswered asks which i say every time i post everything. i am sorry i love yo#oh also i should confess i only have black ink so i cobbled this together by printing on white and then red paper and splicing the two#pictures together digitally. i am sorry for my deception </3 i am a fraud. a con artist#he he. con artist. artist. he he
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Tony Hawk's American Wasteland (2005)
12. Ever Fallen in Love - Thursday
"Every so often it's good to get back in touch with one of the reasons that you play music, and obviously we play music because we love music. And [Buzzcocks is] one of the bands that we really love."
#this soundtrack and this song specifically is what got me into thursday btw#i will admit its a bit overproduced but i love it dearly#also pete shelley really liked it!!#anyway theyre is so much going on in this video it is doing some cocomelon shit to me#and now i am inflicting it upon you all. gaze upon geoff and tims endearing little faces. tucker patting that dog so tenderly.#andrews pyrotechnics. toms worm off the string swag#thursday band#thursday#tim payne#tom keeley#tucker rule#geoff rickly#andrew everding#my gifs#THAW
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I spent way too much time on what is essentially a shitpost...
But anyways. Post-Meursault road trip AU because it's funny to me and I couldn't rest until I drew this. (Read right to left.)
Basically, Sigma gets the information needed to stop Fukuchi but Fyodor escapes with the help of Hohol. Cat thief is alive and the four of them escape the prison and have to chase after Fyodor, leading to an impromptu road trip none of them want. Along the way, they pick up Adam to help with tracking him down.
Chuuya speaks to everyone else but is very adamant about not talking to or responding to Dazai at all - giving him the cold shoulder, basically. Dazai can't decide if he is more insulted that Chuuya isn't talking to him or that he's resisting his attempts at goading him through sheer determination. Adam is concerned at how tired Chuuya is and keeps making occasional offers to drive but he knows Chuuya's driving because he needs a distraction. Sigma is terrified someone is going to snap and he's going to get caught in the crossfire. Cat girl is having the time of her life.
(If you can't read my shoddy handwriting, here's the dialogue:
Thief: "Did you know that even with seatbelts, people die all the time in car crashes?"
Thief: "I thought that was interesting."
Adam: "Master Chuuya, if you are getting too tired, I would be happy to switch -"
Chuuya: "Nah, 'm good."
Adam, musing to himself: "The majority of accidents are caused by human error. If human drivers were replaced by androids, the roads would be safer."
Adam: "By which I mean the latest autonomous models, like myself. Those 'self-driving AI' are a disgrace."
Dazai, muttering after flicking a crumpled paper: "Chuuya, pay attention to me.")
@single-use-ship-of-theseus You get it!!!
#this is so so dumb#i am sorry for inflicting my terrible art and terrible humour but i could not rest until this was drawn#i don't do comics and you can tell 😔#howww could i have lined this up with a grid and it still be off???#anyways. yeah. road trips are inherently funny to me#the more awful they are and the more baggage there is the better and funnier it is#bsd#bsd spoilers#bsd art#my art#i can't believe this is the first time i've posted any art of chuuya :/#post meursault road trip au#storyrambles#bsd chuuya#bsd sigma#bsd dazai#bsd catgirl#bsd adam#posting now before i second-guess myself
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basim mentoring hytham and feeling something akin to fatherly pride at how far he's come in acv last chapter
hytham either stating or implying that basim is somewhat of a distant/hands-off/aloof mentor
the implication that basim may have very intentionally given hytham this space to grow and come into his own as a result of having a much more controlling mentor in roshan and not wanting to embody that type of leadership in his own mentees
not that roshan was necessarily in the wrong (god forbid women get a little micromanage-y at times 🙄 smh) but at the end of the day what is parenting if not doing your best to steer the next generation away from the traumas you experienced in your own growth and development, even if it means that sometimes you might overcorrect a little too hard in the opposite direction
#I AM SOOOOO 😵💫 NORMALLLLL 🤪 ABOUT THIS GAMEEEEEE 🤡#assassin's creed#ac mirage#basim ibn is'haq#hytham#i have been screaming to saff about this since 3am this morning and now i am inflicting it on all of you
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uhhhh hi I think these snippets about Cody undergoing an early reconditioning and ALSO of him quietly helping Needle by deleting the same from his record (possibly w/o Needle ever KNOWING?! I am tearing down the wallpaper etc). This is driving me INSANE. it's living rent free.
all that is to say– wondering how many people ever know about it then. his batch, sure, but like. Helix? as the CMO? in a medical sense I feel... I feel he'd have to know? Imagining all the things right now. Mutual understanding. Conversations that dance around the topic but still manage to spell the shape of it out to those who know what they're looking for because there's no avoiding that.
god. so ill abt this, I adore your work SO much 🧡
okay listen i was sitting on this for a bit and then i FINALLY got to do a hike today and while i was walking i stopped in the middle of the path because what if needle does the same for cody?
like. okay. bear with me. helix is trying to figure out why the hell his general's file is redacted to hell and back. he tasks needle with going through the rest of the personnel files for any issues that might need further attention. neither of them are expecting anything- issues that needed further attention didn't usually-
well.
anyway, needle's a good medic and understands the necessity for thorough documentation, so he's going through these files only to stop short when he pulls up the commander's and sees that same little status indicator.
he refreshes the page. maybe it's a lag. maybe that field accidentally subbed in a result from another trooper.
three refreshes later, he stops.
he doesn't give himself time to think about it. he just- deletes it. wipes away the little status tag and everything it signifies, and then he puts his head between his knees and kicks at the uncomfortable simmering in his chest until it dulls enough that he can ignore it.
(he makes sure to take cody's case whenever he comes into the medbay, though. especially if there's a head injury. he knows there can be scarring.)
i just. what if. @dragonsanddandelions mentioned "small gods and small kindnesses" and now i simply CANNOT COPE. small kindnesses, unknowingly traded. small kindnesses SURVIVING. OW.
#oh these are EXCELLENT thoughts#thank you very much for these#glad to know the evil is communal here <3#damn you interstellarroadtrip#you started this and now it's taken root in my brain#and so i am inflicting it upon EVERYONE ELSE#shoulder the sky
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The Tshirt Ever.
My links
#Oh i am in the WORST mood now#My fuckin eyemakeup will not survive this afternoon at this rate#(its sith inspired btw 😎)#I am so sad i feel like im going to throw up even more than usual and i feel so isolated. Totally self inflicted. Ill work on it.#Anywhore!!!! Check out my super beautiful and amazing and perfect tshirt#I got maul on me#Satans knitwear#Im gonna be wearing this a lot. I can tell you that now.#Lingerie reveal#bi girl#cheeky#wlw
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[Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV] [Part V] [Part VI] [Part VII]
Oh damn. This is so not the kind of stuff Crocodile is into, omg. Resting bitch face, whomst. C'mere babe, it's OK, you can skulk back into the shadows in a minute you sad reptile.
You look up 'playing along' in the dictionary, it gonna have their faces right next to it. Mihawk is so done.
Love the dramatic music score under it, and the crowd noises. Buggy is loving this shit. You do you honey, this is what you're good at. Don't let the meanies ruin your moment.
Gotta do another shout out at my boy, Cabaji. You'll figure out why when Part 3 of 'The Show Must Go On' drops, lol.
Man, I love that drama clown?
Also, every close up of him so far has been flawless.
THE MUSIC???
Crocobi's face. He's suffering in such silence.
Mihawk still with the exact same resting bitch face.
...I don't think that's why Bugsby is crying, guys.
OMFG CALLED IT??
Oh Buggy, you poor dumbass let me hug you. You stupid stupid clown.
Hot damn, that was a whole experience.
SEE YOU ALL NEXT WEEK? I GUESS???
In the interim, why don't you check out some of my outstanding content, if I may say so myself?
'The Show Must Go On' - Buggy x OC - Poor Bugs continues to be life's favourite punching bag. My guy, just ask her like a normal functional adult? It's really not that hard.
'On My Silent Days, I Miss You A Little Louder' - Crocodile x OC - Welcome to Cross Guild content absolutely nobody asked for. Solid plotline, this one. 0/10 do not recommend kissing your ex. That never ends well. Oh, it's the same OC. For bonus points on drama.
I make arts too!
#and now for some shameless self advertising#during the end credits roll#lol#I am not in the vicinity of sorry#I worked hard on those#and I want to inflict them on all of you#one piece#one piece anime spoilers#episode 1086#one piece screenshots#dracule mihawk#sir crocodile#one piece crocodile#buggy the clown#captain buggy#one piece buggy#op buggy#op crocodile#op mihawk#hawkeye mihawk#cross guild
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having long ago made the executive decision to sublimate MUCH more of my rage over all the ways my body identity and personhood have been violated over the course of my life on levels both mental physical domestic and systemic into my writing by the way
#this does not mean we will be Seeing things on screen we don't need to#just that i am going to crank the dial and how much harrowingly visceral information can be conveyed -without- actually doing that#good horror will make a frame with seemingly nothing going on the scariest shit ever bc you Know. you cant see. but you Know.#the tragedy of 'my schizophrenia did not disable me but the PTSD from how i've been treated and taken advantage of bc of it DID'#'and SO MUCH of the WORST trauma was inflicted in the name of Fixing me (be it the mental illness or my gayness or my being a girl wrong)#and a lot of other things really but this is at the forfront of my mind as i finally finish recovering from a lot of repressed shit finally#boiling over to dangerously lethal levels last year and my entire brain just Imploded lmao#i dont know when i'll be able to really forgive my family for refusing to vaccinate or distance and transmitting covid to me twice#resulting in seizures and brain damage the second time#which basically hit a reset button on how well i could manage my pre-existing schizophrenic symptoms and damaged my cognition#i've had to mourn losing a big chunk of my own mind's ability to function focus or even remain anchored in reality because of that#oh yeah the transphobia my family still refuses to work on that and it also contributed heavily to the system shattering so bad#i finally realized that it even existed#some of the alters now have mutually exclusive genders and orientations presumably as weird coping mechanism
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new cursed ship just dropped
Silver x Ame in a rivals to lovers whirlwind romance
#the wizard the witch and the wild one#worlds beyond number#ame the witch#silver the wizard#my brain inflicted this on me so now I am sharing the pain with all of you
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okay some end of episode thoughts aka things I feel insane about but didn't already mention:
wen ning being such a well kept secret that everyone is shocked to see him alive, but the Moment wei wuxian calls for him he comes. literally crazy. I know there were like schemes behind this but it still fries my brain
wei wuxian starting to play again after lan wangji had grabbed him and lan wangji still holding onto his wrist looking at him in awe. can't imagine the insane flood of emotions he must have been feeling in that moment
when wei wuxian faints into the flashback he falls like he did from the cliff at nevernight... never noticed that before but it makes me a lil weepy..
the way that the scenes in the present timeline are not dark or gloomy by any means, but the second the flashback starts it is Noticeably brighter and softer. the light colors, the soft lighting, the playful atmosphere. it's an immediate shock to your system and the contrast between the palpable innocence and joy in the flashback and the heavy and grief filled history that Obviously haunts the present timeline is so so well done
#going to stop for now lol its 2am... ep 3 maybe tomorrow?#but I make no promises (nobody is asking me to do this in fact I am forcibly inflicting my thoughts upon you)#ghost posts#text#wn#wwx#lwj#wangxian#lb
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I have a lot of Thoughts about Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever) but every time I hear "The View Between Villages" I am punched directly in my rooftop gang feelings.
Feel the rush of my blood. I'm seventeen again. I am not scared of death. I've got dreams again.
#it's just me and the curve of the valley!!!#and there is meaning on earth!! i am happy!!!#liza's tunes tag#liza blather#me when i love two things: now how can i combine these for maximum self inflicted emotional damage#atereal another song rec for you!!#one day i will be normal about them i promise#but not today!#and probably not tomorrow either#stick season (forever) out on friday so if i end up yelling about this more you know why#ok bed now
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fundamentally a horror beyond words happened to my people and some people swore it didn’t happen and a bunch of other people who include also my people decided that terrible things would happen to civilians and idk how to be a part of my own culture atm in any way we should all be filled with shame I found out everyone hates Jews this week in particular white Americans I also found out there were Jews who would use what happened to us to commit ethnic cleansing everyone is screaming someone needs to die
#Shabbat shalom#glad some of u are having a normal relationship with Judaism atm.#I am not!#The pain and cognitive dissonance of#You could be killed for being a Jew#You are a Jew a jewy Jew Jew a jewess and plenty of people would be fine if you died#AND#jews are doing horrific things right now#Because of what was inflicted on us we will inflict in return#We will meet in synagogues with western goysiche leaders who never gave a fuck about any of us#It’s evil vile sick twisted horrible#Hamas wants to wipe Judaism off the face of the earth but no one’s doing as good a job as Bibi Netanyahu
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I just learned about the "random post" function a couple minutes ago, and I can already tell I'm going to waste a LOT of time with this.
Old post roulette: https://marlynnofmany.tumblr.com/random
#this is fun#I just found so many cool things#and now I have to go do Obligations#so I am inflicting it on you all#enjoy!#do it with your own blogs too!
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give me regulus "daddy issue" black crushing so hard on fleamont, like just utterly obsessed, like he sits in fleamont's study staring up at him with his head in his hands listening to monty talking about his work, his hobbies, his family, just literally anything regulus doesn't care as long as they're spending time together. and monty's not stupid, ofc he notices, but he figures it's just a little crush and it'll pass, no harm in being nice to the kid. whenever someone asks him about why his eyes follow fleamont everywhere he goes, regulus blushes fiercely and denies everything, and monty just winks at him because it's funny. effie also thinks it's amusing. james and sirius very much do not and are totally baffled.
#like bfb reg and fleamont but dialed up to 100#does reg grow out of it?#idk up to your imagination#if you scroll down my blog i reblogged a tom cardy song that made me think of this#now inflicting on you all#i've seen posts like this about marlene and effie but none about reg and monty#if there are more pls direct me in that direction i am v much an interested party lol#regulus black#fleamont potter#marauders#there's only one fic on ao3#i can't be the first person to think of this
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