#help the pitiful

[0039pf-third-blog-hooray]

[justn0t]

Hiii, I LOVE your art style! May I politely ask if you can draw Saphirebell again please? I loved your art of them (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE-)

sorry I shoved my vampire hc on them

[r-aindr0p]

the possibility of throuple rugjamidia has captivated me

Ok ok wait though I have to share the vision I have with these 3 !! Been thinking about how Jamil did "quit" his job as a treasure guardian for a life of peace but he still can't chill in his pond for five minutes because of the other two idiots, they just keep coming back....

This is only part one ! Part two is still cooking in the microwave

Hopefully he'll get the blue thing back on his feet and have them go away once and for all (lmao no)

[ursiday]

Do you see viktor and elsa’s relationship as platonic or romantic?

Okay so how long do you have

My personal interpretation is that they have feelings for each other... I go back and forth on how to contextualize that but I don't feel limited to one interpretation either, it's fun to consider different scenarios and I think their relationship is pretty ambiguous regardless. I love their characters and history and the way they seem to share a really unique and meaningful bond so I enjoy it any way you spin it, but I think them having feelings for each other adds this additional layer of tension and tragedy

I almost see them being friends as too straightforward and I don't think they're the kind of people who can have uncomplicated relationships. Even if Elsa wasn't married, with the circumstances of Viktor's separation from his wife I can't imagine him with a healthy attitude about having any kind of romantic feelings let alone being in a "normal" relationship again. But at the same time I think she would naturally fall into that hole in his life like how Ivy did for his daughter. Whereas even though Elsa has her husband and brother I'm not sure if she shares that "common ground" with them that she says she has with Viktor

My vision is that they seem to connect in a way they don't with other people and they care about each other a lot but in a way that can never be fully realized. Anyway to answer your question: Yes

[royaltea000]

I love Bai Long Ma he truly don’t gaf

[namiweiko]

If I think about the tarnished legacy Jayce and Viktor left behind for too long I’ll break out in hives. Few will really understand what the two meant to eachother and even fewer will know what happened in the end, why they did what they did, Jayce will likely be memorialized as a hero and a martyr (not a person, mind you) but Viktor? Even in life he was cast aside, his contributions to the city diminished and his love for his people twisted. His kindness will not be remembered. His legacy will be just another sin that Zaun must pay for, and the people truly responsible will not be held accountable because they are the ones still in control of the narrative. There is no justice.

[son-of-avraham]

I've been doing a lot of reflection as of late, especially after this past class.

This past class was about the Torah and Tanakh in general, and the way the rabbi talked about the commandments (specifically the ten commandments) has made me really reflect on how I interpret them, specifically the fifth commandment, or honoring your mother and father.

This is a commandment I have wrestled with for a long time - in fact, it brought me away from g-d at multiple times. I was severely abused when I was incredibly young by my mother, and I used to feel insulted at the implication that I were to honor her while she got to live a better life. It was hypocritical, in my eyes.

But this rabbi surmised that this particular commandment was because parenthood is an act of creation, something that is like the g-d from which we come from. My realization is this: I don't think we're necessarily meant to take even these commandments literally.

I this particular commandment is more of a call to honor creation - creation is a gift, and like any gift, many people simply will not like it and will discard it. The person who abused me created me, but she did not honor creation. She didn't honor me, but I can still honor it.

I have started to honor creation much more. I'm too young, too unstable, not mature enough to be a father (though I fantasize about it), but I create all the time. I create relationships, I create with my hands through crochet. I create memories, I create my world. And I can honor who I am and where I came from that made me who I am. I've been learning one of the mother tongues of my family (Italian, since part of my family originates there) and it was judaism that inspired me to do this.

I don't think g-d wants me to honor my abuser. I think He wants me to remember the Holy action of creation. When I am a father, that act of creation will be Holy, and indeed, I am already joyful about the thought.

I have seen many people struggle with this particular commandment, but I think this perspective helps me personally. I don't think I ever have to forgive my abusers (plural), and I don't think I am commanded to simply because they happened to be family. I am commanded to recognize the holy, to elevate the mundane. In doing so, I will remember g-d. Through creation, I honor g-d and everything he has done for us, for me, and for our collective people.

[dramatorgiasticsstuff]

Would you believe me if I said I actually didn't like him–

[gingerteaonthetardis]

every time someone annoys me online in a way that i find grating but ultimately probably innocuous i just imagine how their pets must feel about them, how much they love them, and how sad their dog or cat or boa constrictor would be if, due to arguing with me, they spent more time online being miserable that day instead of playing fetch or feeding their snake little miceys. i assume boa constrictors eat little miceys but i could be wrong. like certain people on my posts

[gods-of-kanto]

Someone, anyone, ...please help them...

???: Y̴̢̡̺̟̥̓̿̾̒̃o̸̦̭͓̰̾̏̾͊͊̆͠u̷͇͇̮̮̗̲͂̓͝ ̶̺̈́̅͗̀̕̕r̶̗͈͕̗̥̩̲̈̍͊̓͑́͝e̸̤͔̟̋̈̋̎̀̾͘̕ȃ̵̛͕̥̥̰̤͎̮̉̒l̵͔̺̺̩̰̽̚ļ̵̛͍͈̎͆͛͋ỳ̷̢̨̗̰̼̍̓ ̶̛͍̲̫̄́̃̔͋͑ț̷̔̉̓́h̷̡͔͓͉̞̬̖̍̿̍̀̔͘ì̵̍̈́̑��̢͖ǹ̶̥͎̹̿ͅk̵̩̳̍̀͘ ̵̧͉̤̙̫̤̌ͅt̸̹̻̫̫̭̬̙̬̀̂̈́̅h̵̡̛̹̱̳͍͉͈̋͋͛̅̏͊̂͘ḙ̶̡̜͖̪̝͖̈́́͜y̵̻̲̪̜̤͂̉͂̓͝͠ ̴̧̩̩͙͒͘ͅd̴̛̝͚̏̐̌̓ẻ̵͂̋̈́̂̄͜s̶̨̘͔̩̹̜͓͔̐̓̽͆́͂̅̔͝e̷̩̗͔̳͇̟͠ř̴͕̬̈́͂̚͝v̶̙͎͓̙̺̤͌̈́͊̂ẹ̷̲̎͜ ̴͍͕̖͕͍͍͚̔͐̀ͅh̴̛̭̲̗̤̼͚ȩ̸̺͙̖̠̦̯̖̱̇̊̿̐̿l̵͕̖̰̼͝p̶͓̞͔̪̉̀̇,̴̤̑͗̀̊̑̃̎ ̶̡̹̟̲̦̝̗̝͊ͅp̶̛̘͖̑̀͐̌͛̊̌i̸̡̞̇̏́͗͆̌̕t̴̞̓̍̀͂i̶̠̠̙̺̫̖̤̣̤̍͋͐͝f̸̦͕͌u̶̮̦̫̓l̸̢̻͇͚͓͕͙͇̠͗͆ ̴̨͒̊̽̀̄́͠ͅb̴̧͎̰̿́́̃̔á̵̢͓͕̩̰͓̹̻̈c̷͎̳̘̗̲̰̬̈́̑͜k̷̦̥̹͉̙͙͈͙̃̂̎͊́͘͠͝ś̸̤͇͔͎́̆͆̕͠t̷̡͇̖̜̟̺̟̜̓͂̿̚̕͜͝à̷̡̦̩̖͙̦̻̠b̸̘̲͎̤̮̓̎̊ͅb̴̢̮̲̫̺̦̗͇̗͆̈̄̏̄ę̵̨̬̞̈r̶͑̀̌̾́̿̀̒̚ͅ ̴̡͙̗̭͆̐̒t̷̙͚̬̯̭̺̣̼̂͑͛́̂͂̈́͂͜h̸̨̦̺̥̫̱͇̍͆̆̌̈́̈̃͗͝ͅả̸̛̲̮̬͗̏͆̃͑̋͐t̴͙̣̥̞͖͐̏̐͠͠ ̶̥̆͑̽͂̒̓̕y̷̡̨̲̺̼͉̗̪̤̾͋̂͛͒͛o̴͔͍̜͇̖͊̑́̿͆̃̔́u̶̢̗͇̻̤̲̤͖̬͆́̿̂͛͗́ ̵̡̺̤̞̫͓͚͘a̴̗̲̟͇͑͠r̴̨̞͍͔̮͌̀͆̿e̶̙̫̰͑̎̑̔͊́

[robo-dino-puppy]

guess whaaaaaat

HZD armor gallery anyone? :D

I think I finally cracked it. I think I have them all and they're almost all perfect and I won't have to do (as much) editing (as I did with the PS5-obtained ones)!

there were... a lot... of problems. some of them self-inflicted. but once it's done I'll be soooooooo happy. no promises on when because I still have to crop them all and make new menus for the armor blog. but. it's coming. promise.

[goldbeard-ceadeus]

hey i just lost my job for being a fat dyke so if anyone wants to send me weed and food money till i get another that would be chill. i hate ebegging but im also really scared right now! https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/myceliumlung

[alleyross]

dawn breaks through zayne mercilessly.

the first time you remember him changing in a second was not so clear. you almost missed it, just to reminisce about it later.

it still was zayne, standing in front of you, giving you a jasmine branch, but the next moment it felt somehow strange. his hand gripped yours tighter and it looked like all the colors left his face. you couldn’t even comprehend what you’re seeing, and the second after he moved away slightly, frowning to himself, like he just got lost for a moment.

it wasn’t too serious. he could look into your eyes for too long and keep silence eagerly, even though you tried to scold him for not replying. you thought to yourself “that’s just zayne”, how he is, calm demeanour and silent gazes were his specialties. only that he got a bit confused every time it happened. like he couldn’t remember what was going on just now. like he just snapped out of space.

then his mood changes became brighter. he laughed out of context and then frowned in the middle of casual conversation. he grabbed your hand out of nowhere, causing you to flinch, and then got upset for scaring you. he kissed you softly and then bit into your lips with sudden hunger, like he just got there after 10 years of longing from afar. once he messed with you during it and pulled your hair with so much strength it had you startle. it was like he lost control in a heat of the moment. only that he has never been like this before, and now he is, and his guilty impression makes you wonder.

and then sleepwalking starts, and it becomes more obvious zayne’s not okay. you wake up at night to him standing two steps away from you in a dark room, and your heart sinks at the sight of his face in a deem light from the window. street lights in the night open for you something, that a bright light of a day couldn’t. it’s the first time you actually question, calling out his name.

“zayne?” like it could’ve been anybody else here.

he didn’t answer, snapping back into reality as fast as usual. only then he took a few steps back, and a fear, written all over your face, reflected on his own.

and you still didn’t talk about it. not during those moments, not after. he’s silent, and then scared, and then he’s distant, until you cling to him and caress his back, asking him about anything else, to put his mind at ease.

then that happens, and you just know you should’ve asked earlier. when you’re intimate and zayne breaths into your mouth like a madman who just ran a marathon, and his hands grip a bit tighter under your thighs, scratching your skin red, and his moves change so suddenly, it makes you gasp. and you like it, the way his body weighs above you, and his feverish warmth that comes off his skin, and the sight of his parted lips, whispering nonsense on repeat, you almost miss the point, but then he gets louder, almost hissing in your face, swallowing vowels, two words, and you say them back every time, cause he makes you feel so good, and it’s true. he does love you, and you do love him too.

and when he makes you fall apart, holding you under your chin firmly, trying to catch your unfocused eyes, and repeats again, hitting syllables, like he nails a coffin with his own tongue.

“i! love! you!” and the “i” is not zayne’s.

like someone else trying to speak to you through his mouth.

and when he comes right after, hiding his face into your neck with a whip, trembling with his whole body, the first ever thing you feel after is pity. it bursts out of your chest with a cry, floods onto him with soft caressing movements of your hands on his shoulders and back, and you bathe him in your pity like a saint would bathe a sinner, and it’s the first time you’re rather scared of what comes after zayne comes back to you, than of who you’re holding close to your bare chest right now.

[white-hole-station]

[Headcanon]

The space program took a whole month off of development after Tektite's accident, so that Slate could have the time to perfect their leg. They'd already been working on articulated flaps for in-atmosphere steering for Feldspar's ship - conserves fuel to not use jets for that - and hey, an artificial ankle is just another type of flap to articulate, right?

Gossan wasn't so sure - especially with Slate's full-tilt approach to experimental engineering, at odds with Tektite's trepidation - but all of the founders agreed that the program could wait until their neighbour was back on their feet. And to Slate's credit, Gossan had never seen them show as much sheer methodical focus, before or since. This was somebody's limb here, after all: their ability to move of their own accord, their ability to get out and about in the community and do the things they love, their ability to still feel like their body is their own. Slate was hardly about to phone it in, or risk any wild experiments when it came to Tektite's comfort and requirements.

It took several iterations, and several difficult test walks around the town square gripping Slate's arm, but together the pair of them worked out a final model that's been serving Tektite well to this day.

(...Of course, the dedication and focus that so pleasantly surprised Gossan only made Slate's awkward avoidance of them after their own accident sting even more. Was it really that hard on their poor guilty conscience, to think about doing something similar for a friend, instead of darting their gaze away just short of Gossan's face?)

[beachf4gz]

I have spent maybe 3 hours trying to find and figure out how to get bootleg recordings of theatre productions and holy SHIT this is a fucking NIGHTMARE why the fuck is it trade based this shit is so awful I just wanted to watch alan cumming play lady macbeth why am I writing emails to people begging them for an mp4 fuck

[metalandmagi]

I was re-listening to Cabin Pressure, and even though I've listened to it countless times, I was suddenly hit by the saddest line in the whole fucking show, because I'd never thought about it that deeply before.

It's in Zurich Part 1 when Gordon is talking to Douglass, wondering why Arthur bid 10 million pounds in the auction.

Gordon says, "You know him better than I do." And damn, that's pretty fucked up, coming from Arthur's dad. Douglass really does know Arthur better his own father. It makes literally everything about Arthur and his attachment to GERTI and his relationship to the MJN crew make sense.