#outside perspective

[silvermoonrayla]

July 21: Outside Perspective

Posting July 21st’s rayllum day with a kiki and rayla c/mm i did with @raysspellbook back in May in preparation for the then upcoming Season 4 of The Legend of Vox Machina (which, by the way was totally awesome 🙂‍↕️)

[nightlilly1050]

Short OC Comic

Just a couple of friends talking about who they’re into—I think this is a pretty universal experience In Highschool, no matter what your sexuality is. I remember growing up people would always ask me who I had a crush on and I’d just sort of spin my wheels trying to come up with someone. Did Zoro from One Piece count? Anyways, I have a lot of LGBT friends, and I wrote this as a way to try and imagine what those kind of conversations might look like for someone who’s Gay or Asexual.

By the way, these are two of my OC’s from a story I’m working on. Hopefully I’ll turn it into a published novel one day, but for now it’s still sort of stuck in the concept stage, and I haven’t stated writing the book yet. I’m still feeling things out, so hopefully doing stuff like this helps me flesh out what I want.

The girl’s name is Clover, and the boy is Ivan—Ivan’s the MC of this particular story. (You know, whenever I actually get around to writing it.)

Oh, and here’s a transcript of the dialogue in case it’s confusing. (Hopefully the comic flows well, I’m still figuring out how to make these things.)

Clover: “It’s kinda wierd… but I’ve never really been, like, INTO guys.”

Ivan: “I mean, I’ve never really been into girls. (So it’s not that wierd.)”

Clover: “No, not like that. I mean, I’ve thought about dating before. Holding hands, kissing, all fine. It’s just…”

“I don’t think I want what my brother has. (Yuck.)”

Ivan: “Ah. Right” Guess that makes one of us.

Sorry it’s not the best dialogue. Hopefully it gets the idea across though.

[androgynousunc]

hello.

[helpimstuckposting]

The Way You Look

Prompt: Barb | Rating: G | Wordcount: 672 | AO3 | @steddiebingo

Everyone knew Nancy was the smart one. Nancy was the one you went to with school trouble. She was the one who always had class notes, always had flash cards, always came prepared to answer questions and kill a presentation. She was probably up in the top ranks to get valedictorian by senior year, if Barb were being honest.

Except, Nancy was terrible at observing other people. She never really thought about what was going on inside their heads, never really took the time to analyze their behaviors or expressions, like they didn’t really exist outside of her perception of them.

To her, everything was face value.

Maybe Barb overanalyzed people, or maybe she was paranoid, but if Nancy wasn’t going to look out for herself, Barb would try to do it for her.

Try being the operative word.

There was only so much she could do when Nancy refused to see or listen to anything Barb had to say. To her, Steve was sweet, Steve was nice, Steve wasn’t going to string her along or dump her for some newer, shinier, dumber model.

But she didn’t see the way he looked when someone like Eddie Munson walked by. At first, Barb thought she had to be imagining things, Nancy had to be right and the paranoia was finally catching up, making her see things that weren’t there. But it kept happening.

Any time the fuzzy haired freak wandered by, even as Steve twirled Nancy around and acted like everything was normal, like he was normal, he couldn’t help his eyes as they followed him. They would linger when he thought no one was watching, especially in the lunch room when it was safe because everyone’s eyes were on Eddie.

It wasn’t something she could bring up to anyone else, though.

She knew what it was like to have fingers pointed at you, words spat out with violent judgement, declaring things that could get you chased out of town if they were said near the wrong person. She knew what it was like to be different, to hide away so you didn’t get caught, and she wasn’t even sure if Steve realized he was doing it in the first place. This was the middle of nowhere, Indiana, after all and Steve was the perfect golden boy.

He probably didn’t even know gay people existed, much like the rest of this sheltered town. But that didn’t mean it was okay to lead Nancy on, to twirl her around and sneak off to make out when his eyes still followed Munson, even when his lips were bitten and red.

She couldn’t even fathom how he got away with those wandering eyes in the boys’ locker room. The jocks were quick to throw around slurs and hate speech to anyone who took up more space than an ant, and yet Steve Harrington was free to be as obvious as he was? Just because he was one of them? It was stupid, it was hypocritical, it was bullshit, and somehow nobody but Barb could even see it.

Maybe it took one to know one.

Maybe everyone else in this town was just content to float along in a haze without thinking about other people.

But she wouldn’t just give up and leave Nancy to be crushed all by herself. She couldn’t expose Steve’s secret, she couldn’t tell Nance the real reason she was worried about The Hair stringing her along, but she could be there. She could third wheel or fifth wheel or whatever until Nancy saw the truth; she could protect her. If not from anything else, at least protect her from heartbreak.

So she sucked it up, smiled, and agreed to go to Steve Harrington’s stupid house for some stupid party. Maybe she’d be able to convince Nancy this wasn’t meant to be. Maybe she’d see some sense after tonight. But for now, Barb rolled her eyes, bit her tongue, and walked the three blocks from her parked car to the Harrington's front door.

[autumnslance]

YOTP 2025: January - May I Have This Dance?

The immediate aftermath of the battle for Ala Mhigo had been the usual weariness of such clashes. Aymeric was reminded of the final battle against Nidhogg, the relief and joy tempered by the work needed to care for the wounded and tend to the dead, to clear away the rubble of battle to allow passage and respite, proper rebuilding to come in the following months.

But also the impromptu celebrations, that relieved joy welling up until it could no longer be contained despite the losses, the freedom from fear an intoxicating sensation after so long. He smiled as he watched the Ala Mhigans find those feelings now, accompanied by their Eorzean cousins.

What began as military chow time turned into a feast, as locals joined in with what little they had, accepting relief packs from the Alliance even while sharing their stores of illegally hunted game, carefully hidden crops, dishes of surreptitiously collected salt, and of course, bottles of arak. It was a day of thanksgiving, excess could be excused.

A Gridanian Bard lifted a fiddle, joined by comrades across the Companies and a few of the community with a variety of instruments. Soon enough dancing began.

The Scions were spread throughout the crowds, working as tirelessly as ever, but someone pressed meals into Arenvald and the twins' hands, and gave Y'shtola and Urianger drinks. Aymeric heard Krile laugh, some of the strain of her own horrific experience lifting.

It took a moment to find a specific Scion, in emotional conversation with Lyse. Aeryn did not seem weary despite her exertions the day before—there had been a concerted effort to ensure their champion obtained several hours of sleep, and now she seemed alight with excitement as their talk moved from teary eyes to laughter, shoulders relaxing and toes tapping in time with the music.

Aymeric walked through the crowd with intent, but just before he arrived, another figure stepped up to the women. Aeryn's face lit like the sun as Thancred held out his hand. "May I have this dance?" he asked. He seemed far less assured than usual. Almost giddy, in fact, his expression mirroring Aeryn's.

She nodded in answer, and they skipped out to join the others gamboling in the open spaces.

A number of things clicked in Aymeric's mind at once. Of course. He was a tinge disappointed, perhaps, but it was understandable. Yet he couldn't help a smile at his friends' happiness.

"Thank the Twelve," Lyse said. "They may have finally figured themselves out. I was about ready to shove them both in a closet until they talked."

Aymeric laughed. "And 'tis likely you would have had help. Still, we cannot allow them to have all the fun. Commander?"

"Just the one," she said, taking his hand. "I've had a few other offers."

They joined the dancers, victory and freedom fueling their motions, while everyone pretended not to notice how two particular Scions danced liked there was no one else in the world.

[hwang-inhos-fish]

I have no fucking clue what The Amazing Digital Circus is and I've never seen or encountered it outside of my Tumblr dash where suddenly it's everywhere. So here's what I think I've learned from an outside perspective based purely on fan content:

-There's a cast of cartoon characters that get more simplified in design the worse their mental health gets

-They used to be humans

-At least two of them had abusive parents

-Some of them want to figure out how to fuck as abstract shapes?

-There's a ringleader who's evil and looks like this 🎭

-It's about art and performance and how it can hollow you out, I think

-There's a purple rabbit boy and a rag doll girl who I think people ship

-It's a YouTube series...? Made by one guy...? Maybe??

-Gets increasingly more weird and distressing as it continues, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared style

-Darkness represented with extreme color and cheer

How'd I do, peeps actually in the fandom?

[o4o41]

Feminism is the radical idea that women's safety is more important than men's feelings.

[mosylufanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Andor (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, Davits Draven Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies Summary:

Andor's first mission post-Scarif is over and it is not a rousing success.

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