#bc... yeah

[valhalla-awaitsfor-us]

the way tv shows are ALLERGIC to create interesting and plot relevant ace/aro characters, my god.

Yes, im looking at you sex education and Heartstopper. There is a bunch of tv shows and movies that i can also name, but those two are just big disappointments since they should actually uplift different sexualities… I guess we are not fun, guys.

[loumauve]

played through Alva's storyline (as a treat) and I am missing one of the images which is a fine excuse to go back in tomorrow. I got so invested and I am so happy with how everything was handled and I just.. all the smiles rn

[foiblepnoteworthy]

Tiny Vader

Posted this on ao3 yesterday but uhhh... yeah. 

No warnings apply, Vader and Piett, around 600 words.

This hadn’t, Piett suspected, gone according to Lord Vader’s plan.

He could be mistaken, of course, considering he had never seen Lord Vader fail in anything, discounting Skywalker’s repeated escapes. 

Still… he highly doubted Lord Vader had intended for the big magic Force Temple to turn him into a child. Assuming the child was himself and not a random one. Assuming they could even tell, considering he might not remember his adult self; considering that no mother would name their child ‘Darth Vader’.

The child was small. Which made sense, he was a child. Perhaps six years old - Piett didn’t know much about kids, but he was definitely past toddlerhood but not yet approaching puberty.

(Piett immediately wiped the thought of Vader in puberty from his mind.)

Either way, he was somewhere between five and eleven years old. On the younger side, he thought, considering he barely met Piett’s hip, and Piett was hardly tall. Lord Vader must have been tall for his age, considering how tall he became. 

He was blond. That was the biggest indicator that he was not Lord Vader at all. There was no way Lord Vader had ever been blond.

There were also the white robes, ragged and dirty - though the fact they were dirty with oil was a point in Lord Vader’s favour. Still, Lord Vader had never worn rags and never worn white, just as much as he had never been blond.

Before anyone could do more than blink in surprise, the boy proved that he was, in fact, Lord Vader, by summoning something to his hand from one of the troopers’ belts. It was only when he heard the tell-tale crackle that Piett recognised the EMP, and had just enough time to brace himself before all the lights went out. 

There was a beat of dark and silence, then a child’s sigh, then the snap as the men’s glowrods all activated themselves simultaneously. 

Lit in red and blue, surrounded by darkness, wielding terrifying power, Lord Vader was starting to look like himself again.

Piett blinked. No, he still didn’t. He should, now that it was obvious it was him, but he was still five. 

Piett couldn’t bring himself to ask for orders. 

“Medic Kickss,” said the tiny Lord, slurring every so slightly. “I requi-yuh youw assistance.”

Piett was not fond of children and this was his boss, a giant magic cyborg who could murder everyone in the room without the slightest effort, but Piett was not without a heart. He was objectively cute. 

Medic Kix approached as ordered, scanner in hand reflexively, despite it being broken by the EMP.

“The west of you may weave and guawd the entwance,” Lord Vader continued, with a rather vicious little glare. 

His eyes were a vivid yellow. It was reassuring somehow. 

The entrance to the room in the middle of the temple was hardly far from where the two of them stood. Even though Piett kept his back turned, it was not difficult to figure out what was happening. He had spent nearly two decades of his life hunting pirates; he recognised the procedure for removing slave chips. 

No wonder Lord Vader had set off an EMP. Not only would it block communications and stop the vidcorders in the men’s helmets, protecting Lord Vader and his dignity, it would stop the chip from automatically exploding, as it was surely outside the detonator’s field. 

Piett did not flinch when the chip exploded, thrown past the men to the main hallway in the Temple.

He very definitely did not flinch when he heard a small child whoop at the explosion.

[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[sillyandquiteawkward]

and uhhh. um

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[phanfuckingtasmal]

im sorry but i cannot stop thinking about isha's pastel memories that play during her sacrifice scene.

look at how full of colour this beautiful fuckin shot is:

it's been well established in episodes 4-6 how grim and dark the undercity has become under cait and ambessa's new rule. but look at how isha sees/remembers it - because of jinx.

jinx, who went through a severe childhood trauma that has carried over into her present self - she covers extremely destructive weapons and grenades in bright pinks and blues, neons, childlike doodles, graffiti. (joy and destruction, powder and jinx, a contrast so striking it becomes like a signature for her).

and then we see the world through isha's eyes. when we meet her in episode 2, she's running through sewers, from goons dressed in black; it's grimy and grim. and then all of her recent memories are done in these childlike pastel, almost crayon-y sketches. because what isha saw was jinx covering a dark and grim world in colours.

and so isha covered her world in colour, too.

because jinx made her world bright.

isha looked at jinx and saw the child in her. she saw powder and she saw jinx. she saw joy and destruction. and that's why jinx gave isha so much hope. isha knew the world was grim and dark - but then she watched jinx, and she learned that you can paint over all that grim darkness with neon blue spray paint.

that's why isha believed in hope. that's why in her final moments - in a scene that is lit dimly and dramatically - she sees nothing but a bright world coloured in pastels.

never underestimate the hope of a child.

[lightbearers]

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[assorted-aesthetics]

im unironically obsessed w the Dylan/Gretchen stuff. u love ur husband but ur whole marriage u've been waiting for him to get his shit together and u have 3 kids and ur exhausted all the time and he's another thing u have to Manage but it's just bc he's excitable and this aspect of ur relationship - that he's not a good partner to u and u have to Manage him - creates a separation. and it's not like he's not trying or like u don't love him ur just not very in love. u can't even remember the last time u were. then one day strange people come to ur house and ask u to meet ur husband's work self. the one that has dedicated his literal entire life to supporting your family. ur uncomfortable but you go. and there is ur husband but for the first time in years he's just focused on u. he thinks ur so cool and so beautiful. he's so excited about the fact that you have kids together. he gets worried about the idea that his outside self might not be a good partner to you. he's Certain that his outside self must be happy even if you can't see it bc he's so happy to be around u. he asks if he can hug u.

[peanutseagle]

Yeah. so. episode three

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[crowberri]

The gang with shadowcrystal boss equips + kris doodles bc i love kris

JevilsTail on susie is literally just her tail but grown out by clown magic; PuppetScarf has 2 hand-claws that move constantly in very unnatural optics (think 3d tenna in 2d pixel game) which susie finds creepy.

^ someone on twt commented how kris would flirt with the dealmaker like this and i instantly had the vision so clear in my head my hand almost moved on its own

[kashlat2]

“Omg i hope Cait won’t lose an eye” ok but HEAR ME OUT

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[mausolealdrift]

its baffling seeing people on here being all shocked about how other ppl didnt have sex or do drugs or drink or go to parties etc etc in high schools like. sorry i was too busy getting bullied to do all of that stuff i guess. why are you surprised that there’s losers on the cringe loser website