She’s Really Bad At Drinking Water I Think

standing outside my friend’s apartment holding balloons waiting for him to come down. I’ve become a parody.

why the FUCK would you have cheese or butter with vegetables that so gross. in a just universe those two foods should never come in contact with each other.

diet talk is so inexpressibly nonsensical the instant you know anything about "the human body" or "nutrition" or if you think about it for three seconds

kinda crazy they made a thing with 100% queer characters in Russia

Morrowind: Dream on Red Mountain - major characters

Portal Theatre, 2023

featuring Seraphim (Voryn Dagoth), Iria (Azura), Ekaterina Agafonova (Almalexia), Denis Lavrentiev (Nerevar), Maxim Rakovsky (Vivec), Danila Polyakov (Sotha Sil)

I believe that Kirkbride’s original idea for the Bosmer (as he outlined in the concept art you’re referencing (no, I don’t know why it’s a nexus link, that’s the only place I could find the version with his notes))

https://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/mods/110/images/105701/105701-1606858796-124772823.png

was the male and female bosmer represented two different sides of our fairy myths. The women are the ethereally beautiful, good (or at least noble), fae (descended from the gods of Celtic myth); Titania, the Tuatha de Danann, the Leannán Sídhe (Tolkien’s elves also are a deliberate reference to these fae) - while the men are the little, sometimes evil, or at least trickster, fairies that we find more in medieval stories; Puck, the Fomorians, coblynau, pixies, boggarts, kobolds, etc.

to put it another way: the women are goddesscore and the men are rodentpilled

Also, for what it’s worth, Kirkbride wrote that the men have “lost their power of glamour”, so it could be that women are also ugly, they just use magic to conceal their appearance. Which is also very fae.

You know what bugs me? Bosmer males. Look, idk how ESO does things, but from Morrowind to Oblivion they seem to be the butt of a joke that just says, aren't short men with squeaky voices funny and juvenile and stupid and ripe for mockery? (Fargoth, Gaenir, Glarthir, The Adoring Fan. I don't remember any Bosmer in Skyrim, but then I haven't played Skyrim since like 2015.) Plus there's that old lore about how the Bosmeri women are hot and the men are not, and frankly, fuck that. Where the short king Bosmer at? (Please share any cool Bosmeri male OCs with me.)

safe

little!jackie , cg!nat | part of my post-rescue nyc au that i still need to find a name for tw: panic attacks/ptsd flashbacks word count: 597 tag list: @faireyhouses @yjdrabbles123

The lock on the bedroom window breaks. 

Jackie notices on a Friday afternoon when she can’t get it to close right. She spends fifteen minutes trying to slam it shut before giving up and telling Nat.

Nat says she’ll fix it on Sunday - her day off. 

But then Nat gets called in to work on Sunday and forgets about it. And so does Jackie. She forgets until the summer air is replaced with an autumn breeze and the rain leaves a puddle on the floor. She forgets until she’s wiping up the moisture and in that moment, Jackie means to bring it up, she really does. But when she walks into the living room, Nat is learning chords on her new electric guitar (the one she saved up all summer to buy) and Jackie’s too entranced by the sight of her to ruin the moment.

So she forgets again. 

She forgets until it’s three in the morning and it isn’t just an autumn breeze or spotty puddle. She forgets until she’s waking up to whistling wind entrapping her in its harsh embrace. The feeling of ice prickling into her skin and seeping into her pores with a daunting whisper in her ear, telling her not to worry - she’ll be warm soon. 

Jackie’s arm flails frantically beside her - the motion repeated until new hands are placed on her forearm. Warm hands. Nat’s hands. 

“Jackie.” Nat’s voice is soft yet cut with panic. “Jackie - it’s okay, you’re okay.” 

But it isn’t okay and neither is she. 

Because she can’t remember how to breathe and the ice rushing through her veins no longer feels like a memory. It’s the furthest from okay that Jackie’s been since that night (or maybe it isn’t. Maybe it isn’t by a long shot but does it even matter? It feels that way.) when Jackie was actually freezing to death. 

She should have died then. 

That was what all the doctors said; her survival was nothing short of a miracle. 

Now, as Jackie gasps for the air she can’t quite catch - she has no doubt in her mind that they were correct. She can feel the walls around her closing in and the oxygen that should be in surplus supply growing thin. It feels like she really is dying. Like her heart could burst right out of her chest. Like— 

“Jackie.” 

Jackie turns to Nat, her eyes wide and frantic. 

“Breathe with me, okay?” 

Jackie nods. She lets Nat set a hand on her chest the way she always does when she has these… these episodes. She watches her take big dramatic breaths - counting the seconds on the inhales and exhales so Jackie will know exactly how to follow along. She watches until she must be doing it too because now, her lungs are expanding properly and her pounding heart no longer feels like it’s on the brink of exploding. 

“I’m gonna shut the window, okay?” Nat says. “I’m gonna be right back.” 

Jackie nods once more. But when Nat pulls away - she can’t help the whimper that escapes her. It’s panicked and shrill and-

Oh.

Nat’s sitting with her again. She’s wrapping another blanket around Jackie’s shoulders, telling her it’ll help with the shivering, and that the room should warm up soon. 

Jackie isn’t sure if she believes her. She isn’t sure if she wants the warmth - not if it means what the lingering whispers implied. But she trusts Nat. She trusts her more than she’s ever known how to trust anyone. 

“I’m right here,” Nat says. “And I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” 

normalize being a yellowjackets fan who will never watch the show because it’s too scary

tumblr is a really special kind of place where you can find people complaining about how ‘The West’ is transphobic and reactionary and evil and then praising Russia and North Korea in the same sentence

fun fact! china bans ao3. hopefully in a few decades (or years, the us has been admirably self-destructing in recent months) they ban it everywhere else, too :3

“this objectively good thing is bad actually because my favourite empire said so”

???

like genuinely is there any reason to hope ao3 is banned? it’s literally a 100% free archive of millions of creative works. actually the coolest thing ever. tankies are truly insane.

the comments under Irish nationalist music on YouTube are so funny because half of them are like “the people of Ireland stand with Palestine in our shared struggle against imperialism” and the other half are like “Keep Ireland Irish, immigrants out.”

just watched a doe trip over her own front legs and bomb face first into half a dead tree. 10/10