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[hollowsart]

Topicoy, the Topiary Pokemon

It is said that these Pokemon came to be when a Sudowoodo purposefully bathed itself in water, enduring the experience for days, until it began to sprout and grow from perseverance.

Upon evolution, Topicoy have developed a resistance to water, no longer fearing it, but happily embracing it. They like to gather in bunches whenever it rains, raising the hands up to the sky to collect the droplets. When bunched up like this, they resemble a flowering tree.

Many gardens and parks love to have these Pokemon hanging around like living decor. Often pruning them with care and pride despite the Pokemon being wild. They're quite popular among botanists and arborists.

Topicoy: a combination of Topiary and Decoy.

Male Topicoy have 2 knots on the top of their horn while female Topicoy do not.

Inspired by the initial shape that was drawn for a Sudowoodo evolution I saw in [This Video]! It gave me such a wonderful immediate idea for a Sudowoodo evolution of my own that I just had to draw it instantly after it came to me.

[hardkookiecookie]

he can't even make poptarts why would he try and make banana bread ?

[pastelalleycat]

There's a genuine concern about Christian nationalism here in the States with Trump most likely entering office in 2025 and the agendas the Republican party has. Several states are legally requiring the Ten Commandments to be hung up in classrooms, Bible stories to be taught in classes, PragerU curriculums to be utilized. Our country's children- and us- are going to be endrenched in Christian ideology beyond any cultural norms we've ever seen, and we need to be vigilant about who we're getting our information from and putting our trust in.

To be clear, I do NOT think all Christians are Christian nationalists, nor are all Christians the bad guys. Liberal and non-Trumpie Christians are our allies. The kind of Christianity I'm talking about here is Evangelical Christianity- the kind that commands sharing your religion with other people so they don't go to Hell, giving up control of your personhood in favor of what the Bible teaches and church believes.

Thankfully, Evangelical Christianity has a lot of special lingo, and they love to cycle through the same talking points. This isn't some mystery we know nothing about- this is something, like anything else, we can use critical thinking to track and reason through. As a former Evangelical Christian living in the Bible Belt, here's some buzz points you're going to want to be aware of. Please feel free to add on if I missed anything, or correct me if I got anything wrong.

Phrases

Calling the Bible:

the Word (of God / God's word)

the Gospel (of Jesus)

The Scripture(s)

The Word / Gospel according to [book name]

Calling God:

Yahweh (my apologies to Jews for writing out the full name. I wish I didn't have to. There's been a rise lately in Evangelicals saying it, unaltered, and it's extremely rude to y'all.)

King Jesus

(the) Lord / Lord God / the Lord our God

(Heavenly) Father / Father in Heaven

(the) Savior

About the world:

We live in a fallen/broken world / there is so much sin around us

We can't trust our feelings / we can only trust God's word

We can do nothing apart from God

We must humble ourselves before God

We need Godly leaders in this country / we need God to lead this country

God works in mysterious ways

We need to say "Merry Christmas" more (not joking)

Wars and rumors of wars (this pertains to the end times as described in Revelation)

Topics

LGBTQ+ issues:

"Homosexuality"

"Transgenderism" (the 'ism' is important)

"Pornography"

"One man, one woman"

"God's picture of marriage [heterosexuality]"

"Family values"

"Sodomy"

"An abomination"

Abortion issues:

"Pro-life"

Pro-choice people called "pro-death" or "pro-murder"

"Sanctity / protection of life / the unborn"

"The choice of life"

Women framed as childbearers, mothers, and wives, generally given little worth otherwise

Immigration issues:

"Border security"

"Protecting our society"

"Drug crisis" (which to be fair is a problem, but not the whole of this issue)

Emphasizing Arab / Middle-Eastern immigrants as particularly dangerous

Emphasizing Hispanic immigrants as dangerous

Israel

'The Holy Land'

'God's chosen people'

"Zion"

"The birthplace of Jesus"

"Persecuted"

Empahsizing right to "self-defense"

General topics:

Humility

Modesty (pride dress, sexuality)

Sexual immorality

Sin

Trusting God / not trusting own feelings

Preparation for end times (imminent or mysterious timing depending on who you ask)

"Protecting children"

"Family values"

[t-u-i-t-c]

"Planet Bureki was changed to serve as a Hashilien Shopping hub... And I was the only one who survived, fleeing to Earth. That's when I met Taiya."

[houseofscribbles]

Vibe check!

-Throws all my silly guys at you all-

Been awhile since I properly posted around here! I wanted to share my absolute biggest brain rot and results from it!

I owe a huge thanks to Monkey Wrench and its creators for getting me as inspired as it has to design all sorts of weird and fun characters and their own little stories!

Owe just as big of a thanks to the cool friends and folks in the community and in the little friend group in it! People like @samscartoonsofficial , @havockingboo , @haileybirdart , @sammysamps , and more (Who you should absolutely check out and follow by the way! Love y'all to bits you guys.)!! Giving you all the fattest hugs! Thank you fellas for being the neatest people and big inspiration to keep me going for these dorks!

Much more junk under the read more because I don't even know where to start

[vincevongliscor]

//OOC POST

3.5k words under the cut: prom with Vincent and Orion and co.!!!

Vincent was currently seated at one of the further tables in the main hall, scrolling through his phone, tapping his foot a bit nervously. If asked, he would deny that he was nervous in the first place, but as it was: no one came up to talk to him.

He seemed to be invisible to most of the crowd, which stung more than he'd like. He was fitted in his best wear, covered with golden jewelry, hell he'd even put on a little bit of makeup for the event (mostly eyeliner but that wasn't too unusual.) He'd bet he put more thought into his outfit then most of the other people here, who'd likely just gone out and bought their clothes. He'd helped his mother hand-make his outfit.

He grinded his teeth a little. It didn't matter, he didn't really know anyone here anyways. He could easily parce out the ones he did know, and purposefully kept his head down to make sure they didn't see him.

well, that was until he felt someone kick him in the leg. Vincent yelped- more from surprise than pain- and turned to yell at the fucker who decided to risk getting his nice pants covered in dirt. the one standing next to him wasn't who he was expecting, and it made his heart jump a little. "Orion! What the hell!? Don't kick me, I don't want to get these pants dirty!" He scolded, watching the other boy sit down.

Vincent wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting when Orion agreed to come to prom. He honestly just assumed that he would throw on a button up and some slightly nicer pants and call it a day. Instead, Orion was fitted in a 2 piece suit. He didn't wear a tie, but the button up and the outer suit jacket fit him nicely. He wore one of those clip on flowers and had fastened it to the chest pocket of his jacket, and it was, of course, purple. His hair was pulled back into its usual puff-ball, though he wore two- fairly small- matching braids to help frame his face- both outfitted with some silver fastenings.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want," Orion huffed, before looking Vincent up and down. "what the hell are you wearing?" He asked, and Vincent huffed, bristling with anger.

"I'm wearing a delightul outfit I made with my mother," He said, glaring at Orion. "Not my fault you can't see it's beauty." He pointedly moved to take a swig of his soda, but it was quickly snatched from his reach. "hey!" He complained dismally as he watched Orion take a large gulp. "That's MY soda!"

"And?" Orion asked, setting the soda down. Vincent quickly snatched it back, glaring even harder.

"By Arc, would you two stop fightin' for once?" Vincent's eyes darted to the little group approaching him and Orion. He gave a polite smile and wave to Aries (Orion's older brother) and his girlfriend, Willow.

Aries was very tall in comparison to Orion- well, in comparison to most people, truthfully. He had dark skin like Orion- though a shade or two lighter. He was fairly big as well, being very widely built overall. He wore a very similar outfit to his brother, and he wore a matching flower pin, which was a nice teal color. He'd tied his usually lose locs into a bun that hung low on his head, with two pieces hanging loose to frame his face. Despite his grievances, he had a large smile on his face- showing off his delightfully charming snaggletooth.

"Orion practically dashed off as soon as I parked the car-" Aries was interrupted by Orion's cry of disagreement. "- and yet I get over here and all you're doin' is yellin' at 'em!" He scolded, crossing his arms as Orion manuvered around his chair to look at his older brother.

"I was not yelling at him!" Orion argued.

"You were certainly tryna' provoke 'em!" Aries countered, making Orion slink into his seat with a glare. Willow rolled her eyes, moving past Aries and Orion to hold a hand out to Vincent.

"It's nice to see you again, Vincent!" She exclaimed delightfully. She wore her usual loose braids in a folded up- do, her bright gold pencil dress matching the copious amounts of jewelry she was wearing, along with her brightly colored eyeshadow that highlighted her nicely tanned skin. Vincent took her hand to shake, but was pulled into an unexpected hug instead.

"Nice to see you, too!" He said as she pulled away again. She happily backed up again- going to stand next to Aries as he and Orion continued to argue.

The two of them had quickly introduced their other 3 friends: Phoebe (Fifi, she insisted), Casey, and Aurora.

Phoebe had blonde, long curled hair and fair skin, and wore a pink fishtail dress. She seemed a bit ditzy to Vincent, a bit floaty and a little clumsy, but there was something sharp about her gaze he couldn't quite place. Casey had tanned skin and brown hair, and wore a vest and button up. She seemed very nice, though a bit quiet, which Vincent understood.

Aurora was the one who stood out to most. She had done her hair into long braids with puffballs at the ends, star and moon beads hanging on as the barrier between the open ends and the braids. She wore a dark purple satin dress, with a chiffon overlay that had bright stars embroidered in abundance near the bottom. She wore black gloves as well, and kept her purse (also glittery and star themed) securely to her hip.

Even as the group ended up moving on, she stayed behind for a little while, instead turning to talk to Vincent and Orion by themselves. Apparently she was an alumni- only by about a year though, and Phoebe was the one who bought her the ticket. She was bubbly and bright, and seemed genuinely interested in the robotics talk that Orion inevitably dragged them both into.

Something about her felt off. Vincent wasn't sure about what it was, but she felt distinctly out of place, despite the avid conversation she was engaged in. Vincent elected to ignore it, despite the fact he was sure her ears were a little bit too long sometimes- though only if she was in his peripheral.

"You two are graduating early, yeah? What are you guys planning on doing after this?" She asked. She'd ended up taking a seat with them at some pont, slowly sipping through her bottled water.

Orion was the first to answer. "We- or at least i was planning on working towards becoming the Unovan Champion." He said with a slightly teasing and smug tone that was absolutely directed at Vincent, made all the more obvious by the look Orion sent him.

"As if!" Vincent huffed, leaning forward to be more engaged in the conversation. He turned to Aurora, "He thinks he's going to be champion, but out of the two of us he knows I've got the better shot at it," Vincent gloated, and Orion kicked his leg again. Vincent didn't yelp this time, only kicking him back.

Aurora laughed, watching their antics fondly. "So you both battle? I was never one for pokemon battles, honestly. I like watching them, but I'm already very busy. I can really only take care of my partner pokemon currently." She explained, and the other two nodded along.

"Whose your partner pokemon?" Vincent asked, and Aurora grinned, quickly whipping out her phone. It looked a little strange- except it didn't. It looked perfectly normal, though he was sure there was something distinct about it for a split second there.

She turned the screen towards them, scrolling through her album of nothing but a single goomy. "His name is Goober!" She excitedly exclamed. "He's so wonderful! I love him so much, he's practically my son!" She happily rambled on about him, and Vincent felt at ease.

The three of them ended up talking about their different pokemon, though mostly focused on their partner pokemon- such as Orion's Noibat, Andromeda, and Vincent's Gliscor, Dracula.

Suddenly, Aurora's phone began to buzz, and she quickly picked it up to glance at the screen. Her cheerful demeanor vanished in an instant, flicking to an emotion Vincent didn't recognize fully. She seemed to go completely taut, her gaze hardened and her lips slightly pursed. She quickly went back to giving them a warm smile, though. She stood up quickly. "I'm so sorry about this, but I've got to get going. It was nice getting to chat with you two!" She said, her tone as easy and cheerful as it had been beforehand.

Vincent and Orion were both a little stunned and confused as she quickly turned to leave. She stopped herself though, hesitating for a moment before looking back at the two of them. Once again that look was in her eye, though now that it was directed at the two of them he could tell how almost cold it was. It was nearly piercing, as if knowing something he didn't.

"I wish you both luck on becoming champion. You'll need it." She nodded, before quickly speeding away, her heels clicking against the floor as she disappeared into the crowd.

Vincent turned to look at Orion, who turned to match his gaze. They both looked fairly shocked by the unusual and ominous exchange. "What the fuck was that about?" Orion stage whispered, hesitantly glancing to where Aurora had disappeared, before looking back to Vincent.

Vincent shrugged, about as confused- and quite frankly, a little terrified- as Orion was.

The two slowly and a bit hesitantly went back to doing their own thing. They quipped at eachother, kicked each other's legs, made swipes for the other's drinks, and delighted in showing the other posts on their phone. It was a quiet sort of comfortable, one they had gotten used to a while ago.

Vincent, at some point, had set his phone down to watch the other party-goers. A lot of them were still sitting at tables or standing around, but there was a significant number of them dancing. He lightly tapped his feet along to the songs, though they weren't exactly his favorite. Orion had noticed, and followed Vincent's lead. This sparked a slightly unusual conversation between the two of them- mostly about other people they recognized.

Usually, neither of them really gossiped. Even when it was just the two of them hanging out, they didn't really talk about people at school, be it good or (usually) bad. Now, though, that little trend had broken. Instead, the two of them were snickering to eachother, laughing about the asshat's that harassed them. They were picking one of the more annoying guys in particular, when Orion had made a comment on his dancing.

"God he looks so stupid. I can't wait to see him fall on his face." He chuckled, taking a sip of his soda. Vincent nodded along.

"Honestly, i dance better than that. Then again, that's not a fair comparison, I'm a swell dancer." He gloated, and Orion rolled his eyes.

"Sure you are." He said, dramatically rolling his eyes with the most sarcastic tone his otherwise monotonous voice could convey. Vincent raised an eyebrow.

"I am a good dancer!" Vincent defended. "Better than you!"

"Yeah, obviously. I can't dance." He said, and Vincent's eyebrows furrowed.

"What? I don't believe that." He said skeptically, and Orion glared.

"I can't even walk straight, Vincent, how the hell would I be able to dance?" He said. It struck Vincent as horribly odd, considering how Orion usually seemed so dead set on proving he could do everything. Vincent frowned, and a rather unhappy feeling settled in his gut.

"That's not true!" He argued. "You can still use your cane as stability if you needed to! Hell, I've seen tons of different dances that include canes." He said, and Orion rolled his eyes, grumbling half heartedly.

"Yeah, whatever." He said, and went back to looking at his phone. Vincent was appalled. What the fuck? This was highly unusual for Orion, especially given the circumstances. Vincent had never seen Orion back down from something like this- as if he'd truly convinced himself he couldn't do something. Vincent couldn't help but feel upset.

"Whatever?" Vincent parroted incredulously. "No, absolutely not. We're dancing." He stood up with conviction, watching Orion scowl at him.

"No, I'm not. I'm not going to dance, Vincent, I just said that." He shot back, and Vincent couldn't help but feel a little put off by the genuine anger and venom in his voice. Vincent took a deep breath, feeling his own anger bubble up in his chest. What the fuck was wrong with him? Where did his friend go?

Vincent held out his hand. "I want to dance with you, Orion. I know you can do it, you're just being a stubborn ass." That seemed to startle Orion, as he dropped his phone onto the table.

"Huh?" He stared wide-eyed at Vincent, who only glowered at him more.

"Dance with me." He said, and Orion looked a bit stressed.

"What- why? Why would you want to dance with me?" He asked, gaze flitting about nervously. Vincent rolled his eyes.

"Because, dumbass, I want to." He said, before shoving his hand a little closer to Orion.

Orion looked completely and utterly lost, starting dumbly between Vincent's hand and Vincent's face, as if looking for something. After a moment he sighed, and rested his hand in his face. Vincent was about to back up, worried he'd pushed him too far, before Orion moved to take Vincent's hand. "Yeah, alright, fine." He grumbled, dipping his head in dismay as he looked away from Vincent.

He huffed, dragging Orion over to the more open dancing area. "Oh, come on, it's not that awful." Vincent grumbled. Orion didn't say anything back, so he had assumed he'd won the argument.

Thankfully, they were in the middle of playing the slower songs, so Vincent didn't have to worry about teaching him how to do more flashy moves. "Do you know the Waltz?"

"I know of it." Orion huffed, looking around the room uneasily. He held a tight grip on Vincent's hand, using it as leverage to help keep himself steady. Vincent moved to stand in front of Orion, moving the other boy's hand to his shoulder, and settling his hand on Orion's waist. That seemed to startle him into focusing onto Vincent, who just grinned in return.

"Traditionally I'd have my other hand on your other shoulder, but that's not exactly available to us right now. You can just set your other hand on my waist, it's fine." He explained, And Orion- nervously- settled his other hand on Vincent's side.

"This is weird." Orion grumbled, and Vincent frowned.

"It's only Weird if you make it weird, dumbass. I'm teaching you how to dance." He rolled his eyes. Orion seemed nervous- moreso than usual. Vincent deemed it was likely because of a few things, namely: he was in a public space (Vincent knew he preferred his solitude, usually), he was wearing different clothing than usual (he knew that Orion struggled with sensory input), and he was trying something new (Vincent knew how competitive and perfectionist he could be.)

Usually that would be a recipe for disaster, right now though he mostly just seemed a little put-off. If anything, Vincent was surprised he hadnt bitten someone's head off yet. He was able to slowly get Orion to work through each of the steps, even with his hesitation and unsteady footing. Even with his hands balancing himself, he still leaned hard into his left side, putting as little weight on his left as possible. It made Vincent frown, eyebrows furrowing.

"Orion, are you ok?" He asked quietly. Orion looked back at Vincent, confused.

"Yeah, why?"

"You don't lean this much on your left whenever you use your cane. If your right leg is bothering you, we can stop." He reassured, and Orion shook his head.

"I'm alright, it's just." He made an uncomfortable face. "Weird. I'm used to having my cane, but this is a lot different." He spoke quietly, and the roar of shuffling feet and echoing of voices, Vincent wanted to lean in to hear him better.

"That's fine. Tell me if we need to stop, yeah?" He asked, and Orion made an unsure, if not suspicious face, before nodding hesitantly.

"Alright." He said stiffly, and Vincent couldn't help but smile.

They continued to dance- a bit off tempo, and a bit slower than the songs themselves, but it was almost comforting. Vincent felt very productive, overall. Not only was he able to hang out with Orion (something that usually put him in a good mood regardless), but he was able to help Orion in some way. Lord Arceus only knows how many times Orion has helped Vincent, he was happily willing to pay him back.

Orion, despite his earlier claims, was actually fairly good at dancing. His movements were clean and precise, without being too jagged or stiff. He followed Vincent's lead really well, which was more of a surprise than not. Vincent had expected him to get a feel for the dance and start to try and lead or be pushy, but instead he just let Vincent guide them.

Granted, part of that is probably because Orion was watching their feet almost incessantly, probably due to nerves, but it certainly helped with foot placement. Vincent slowly began to notice that Orion's hands began to slowly still. Orion's tremors were a constant struggle, and while he had found many different ways around it, usually he just had to brute force them to go still- either by squishing them into a surface or holding them with an object.

They were still trembling, no doubt, but the trembles had been previously bad enough that his whole arms were shaking. Now, he seemed to have calmed down enough for it to be relegated once more to just his hands. Vincent couldn't help but feel a swell of giddy pride in his chest. Hell yeah, he was winning.

He looked up from their moving feet to glance at Orion's face. He kept his feet moving, but he doubted he could have completely hidden his surprise. For the first time that night, Orion was smiling- not the cocky smirk that usually graced his features, but instead it was a proper, soft smile as he looked at Vincent.

After a moment, Orion stopped smiling, and quickly looked back down at their feet. Vincent didn't know what had happened, but he didn't want to ask, either. All this strange behavior was making him feel a little weird. First it was Aurora, acting all ominous and strange, and now Orion was acting unpredictable- though not in a bad way, just a confusing one.

The songs began to pick up pace again, ruining the slower mood. Vincent stopped dancing, and Orion nearly stepped on his toes. "Hey, watch your step!" Vincent scolded, though it was entirely lighthearted. Orion scoffed, rolling his eyes. He broke away contact from Vincent's him, but kept his hand on his shoulder as they moved back to the table, where Orion's cane had been left.

Once they were both sitting down, Vincent smiled smugly. Orion looked over, and scowled. "You're fucking insufferable."

"I was right~" he drawled in a sing-song voice. "You liked dancing!" He accused, and Orion rolled his eyes.

"Whatever you say, bud."

"Exactly!" Vincent snickered, dodging under a ball of napkins.

They settled back into the usual tone, and Vincent had even gone to go grab some food to bring back (to which they were both a little unsure on how… edible it all actually was.) but, eventually, the music started to die out, and people began to head home.

Aries had come over to their table to retrieve his younger brother, who happily skipped away after throwing a few unsavory hand-signs Vincent's way, which were responded to with the appropriate amount of damning words.

Vincent himself ended up sitting on the brick wall outside the building, waiting for his mom's car to pull up. Once it did, he hurried inside, a lot more exhausted than he thought he was.

"Did you have fun?" His mom asked, her tone slightly teasing. He ignored it, instead nodding happily. She smiled warmly, and looked back to the road. "That's good. Anything interesting happen?" She asked, and Vincent hummed.

His mind flickered back to Aurora, her unsettling demeanor, the strange flickers of vision, perhaps it was just his bad eye playing tricks on him, but he didn't think so. Plus, there was that ominous warning. Orion had also acted strange. Nervous, anxious, and a little dodgy all evening. Vincent didn't know how to voice these thoughts, especially not when he was so tired, so instead he shook his head.

"Not really, me and Orion just hung out as usual." He said quietly, and his mom nodded

If he felt compelled to, Vincent could tell her about it all the next morning.

[ethereallyloved]

(Jade) in the Gutted Demon, it’s game night. There’s an individual with white hair and a basic leather jacket on that’s just destroying all challengers at pool, so much so that they’re making bets against him!

Someone loses a good amount of money, and vents by pushing the guy, convinced he’s cheating and accusing him to his face, the white haired ‘cheater’ responds by punching him in the face-. If someone doesn’t intervene, there could easily be a fight-.

@nohrs-lost-soul

Ugh. Why did she think that game night would work like that?! Of course the people in here would start a fight! With a groan, she stepped inbetween them! Nail Bat already resting over her shoulder.

" Keep fighting and I will make you clean your blood off the floor! Look.." She turned to the white haired stranger, examining him for a moment.

"..You clearly...don't belong here. You should probably go to a more...hip bar. "

[scarlettaagni]

"Hey, take a look at the new guy! From Funko Pop!"

"Where is Funko Pop—oh, WOOF."

"He's very..."

"Aw, yeah, he's pretty gnarly, isn't he?"

"I think this might be the most misbegotten whelp I've ever beheld."

"Well, that's one way of putting it, sure."

"I don't think I've seen anything so ugly since—"

"Hey, fellas. What's 'so ugly'?"

"Oh, that the new guy? He's not ugly. Is he?"

"Is he?"

"Why're his eyes blue..."

[gayharoldlll]

By the time you get to season 5, there is no going back and I love how the Babylon sequence in 5.09 cements the show's masterful storytelling: it is the ultimate point of convergence and it's done as exquisitely as ever! At the end of the day, QaF is a show about Brian and by proxy how his love for Michael (hello, closing sequence of 1.03) is both his salvation and his downfall. True, Brian never kills himself and not for lack of trying but he also consistently and stoutheartedly rejects Life even or, perhaps, especially when he has nothing to lose—the greatest sin in the canon if you will. There's literally nothing stopping Brian from having a good time with Justin for as long as it lasts except for Brian himself (their relationship doesn't quite survive the Ethan thing and the cancer thing is the coup de grace)(and it was never supposed to last but it could have gone down in history as something other than genuine-entertainment-turned-steaming-pile-of-horseshit-turned-farce). And, like, bizarre love triangle set aside, when Brian's in Babylon with Ted and hallucinates Michael it is intentionally different than before because a) Brian and Ted are now friends (Brian doesn't really do friends: his friends are Michael's friends who most of the time tolerated him (especially Emmett) because he's a candidate for wax in Michael's life) b) the music is solemn and overly religious. You cannot possibly explain it away like at all. Dominus illuminatio mea and it cuts to Michael, which implies a dash of idolatry (and there hasn't been such good a scene since 1603/4), which is romance, baybee!!

David's words in season one are truer than ever but only so if you ascribe them on Brian. Brian's existence and survival are entirely about Michael. Same friends. Same city. Same everything. Brian the Person does not exist outside of his time with Michael, that's his whole thing and it's fine until Michael finally grows a spine. Then it's a disaster because Michael lifts a mirror showing him that Brian the Person no longer exists, that's the real tragedy which exposes the slow shift from myth and apotheosis that characterised the earlier seasons. It's too late!! Brian does not recover from that. The audience knows as much as Brian that a) he has become his dad and that there's no moving on from that awareness, cutting any future relationship short ere it begins b) relinquishing life out of fear means having gotten farther and farther away from any chance of love despite being hungry for it. And I guess season 5 makes no sense if you see Brian as a well-adjusted indivdual (how??) whose lifestyle has no negative impact when, really, he a) is still the gay kid scared of his dad and trying to win his approval b) will never allow himself to exit the circuit and step into Real Life because he's scared to death of the consequences (while Justin, like Michael, leaps feet first into the unknown which is why having him in the final sequence would make no sense). Forever dancing in Babylon. Forever in Pittsburgh. The best thing that happened and continues to happen to him is Michael who, at the end, is right there. Ultimately, the best thing you can do is embrace the attraction Newton left out, that is to say sex, and all the messiness it entails and just Live.

[hollowsart]

Happy birthday to me/Acedia !! 🎉🎊

Getting treated to a very special day with the boyfriends 💕

bg images:

I was not about to draw those bg's myself dfkjsdk

[astrumborn]

{Starter for @justasmoth}

They were shaking and yet seemed so content. Their star studded blood dripping onto the ground, the spear stuck into their torso.

It hurt and their blood was creating a strange atmosphere as if to cauterize the area, twisting it into something else.

"...It's okay....I'll be back..."

They muttered, a smile spreading across their face. Almost emitting something holy there. Dying hurt but so would returning. Knowing that their flesh and bones would be molded anew soon enough.

[engineerings-mess]

Vi was never good at talking to people IRL. At least, she never thought of herself as being good at it. With an email or text you can always revise it—examine it for any unintended meaning or missed clarification. But talking to people in person is always too fast for that, isn't it? So she, just... didn't. For a long time.

But alas, now she needs to. And she knows it. She's been in this site, for, what, a year? Time is hard to keep down here, but she's been on site in person since late 2018, so that sounds about right? Rambling inside her head again, Vi tries to focus. She needs to talk to people. To truly know them, or else she's gonna, like, go insane or something. Hell, she barely knew who was in her own department except for Gillespie.

Begrudgingly, she grabs a sticky note from her desk, rewriting the previously discarded message and sticking the note to her monitor.

"

Talk to people. Tasklist:

Other people in engineering. Includes Teacup and Fawley. I think.

Meet at least one person from each department.

"

And then small checkboxes, followed by the respective department. VI looks at it for a few seconds, before sighing, a small smile creeping onto her face.

This is sad, Vi. Oh well, too late to turn back now.

[t-u-i-t-c]

"You...!"

[damnedrainbows]

"A daughter would do anything for her dad." from Niffty to Alastor. uvu

How easy the words slip from her lips. It’s a term of endearment he no longer denies. A time ago, Alastor did. The more this little scamp, this brat of his ravelled the thread around his finger, the more he’d fought to wriggle free. Jests and teasing from Husk that he tried his best to wave off. ‘The radio demon’s daughter.’ Nonsense. It was but a mere contract, and sure she had charmed him since the moment he laid his eyes upon her, but it was nothing more.

Years went by and such a thing became impossible to deny. Every one of those crooked faced little smiles that she gave when she was trying to get herself out of trouble, and every time he’d open his eyes in the night to hear a creak at his door and see her large eye staring from the dark. Every scolding, every laugh shared, and every time they danced to a tune in the kitchen as they replicated his mother’s recipes—recipes that only she knew…

It had been a losing battle. At the end of the day, he wasn’t sure who it was that had who really the most bound, because he knew he’d been dancing to this tune from day one. Now the cadence has shifted, in a melody they both synchronize to, rather than one voice that always overpowered the other.

So Alastor merely smiles to her words as he stands before the girl on his table, and his fingers work to tie the beautiful french braids into her hair. He clips the base of the curled strands with a glittering butterfly pin. It mirrors the same clip that ties his hair neatly up into a high ponytail.

“You really have grown so much

You’ve been the child I adored

You’ve held my heart within your clutch”

His fingers graze the ruffles of her dress, straightening the beautiful fabric Rosie had tailored specifically for them. A hand strays to cup her little cheek. Is this what it’s like, this familial, almost biological instinct that beats so strong? He can see what the fuss is about.

“And in the end

I know it may be you who’s free

But for me you turned out to be the key”

His claws pluck down to scoop her up under her arms, and mischief crinkles in his gaze as he doesn’t set her down, but spins in a billow of ruffles with her. The butterfly accessories, the paper wings, nearly seem to take flight. Today King Roach’s princess graduates into a butterfly. And today, they can finally fly free.

“More than anything

More than anything

This bond we have I cherish

More than anything

More than anything…”

[laggingbehindreality]

Silly Game Time: Do you have any Comfort Characters? Ones where it just makes you happy to see or think about them?

And do you have any CONFRONT Characters? Those ones where you would fight them yourself if you could? (or at least really enjoy seeing or thinking about them finally getting some comeuppance?)

genuinely. Tiziano from jojo's bizzarre adventure part 5. The character in canon is just a minor villain who doesn't get any development but i have to fill in all the blanks with my own headcanons (i really need to finish that fic WIP) BUT the most known trait about em is that Tiziano and Squalo are in love, powercouple out to do murder type of thing. Like, it's difficult to find people who disagree with Squatizi (their ship name), and whenever some clown inevitably comes along with a claim that theyre totally striaght you guys do it's like "HISTORIANS WILL SAY THEY WERE ~VERY GOOD FREINDS~ WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE" And I just like the 'fandom stability' of them, i guess you could call it? Like, I've more recently gotten into a different ship called robovenom (characters Robo-ky and Venom), but the thing is that people who think venom is hot will ship him with people besides robo-ky and its like. obviously its not a problem, ship what you want. but there's a subtle annoyance to that, that I dont get with squatizi. I open the squalo tag and there's tiziano. I open the tiziano tag and there's squalo. I open the robo-ky tag and there's venom. I open the venom tag and it's the venom from spiderman. I open the venom guilty gear tag and WHY ARE YOU SHIPPING HIM WITH ZATO LITERALLY THE POINT OF HIS ARC IS TO LEAVE HIS ABUSER WHY ARE YOU ROMANTICIZING THE LOWEST POINT IN HIS LIFE-

uhh the first half kinda got away from me so. briefly. Not a big fan of Cioccolata and Secco from Jojo's pt 5, they were designed to the the stinkiest most evil mfrs to ever live and araki was very successful in making me hate them and then gutpunching me with Cio's last phonecall.

Also not a big fan of Zato but there's more nuance there. Shoutout to night of knives audio drama and to that guy on twitter who did the new translation that is being hosted on the gg wiki; I have never been more uncomfortable and forlorn while listening to two people literally just talking, every time i read through it i feel like i swallowed multiple rocks.

Also not a big fan of Shun Kazami from the legacy bakugan series. This is literally just personal beef from ~2009. I don't like how Shun was introduced in s2 and i did not have the context of s1 to show me why I should care. I now have the context of s1, but I still think his introduction in s2 was done poorly it's just bad writing okay