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OR WE COULD NOT ADDRESS WHAT SHE SAID AT ALL I GUESS
THANK YOU CLAMP I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN MY PLACE.
But oh oh oh the emotional crescendo of this moment. This is his entire emotional arc since Acid Tokyo all coming out at once - Syaoran struggling with all the actions he (or his body) has committed and what that means for him.
And I really want to just swim in this idea forever because since Acid Tokyo - Acid Tokyo - we’ve been told that yeah he’s dead his soul is gone don’t worry about it. It was only in Nihon that they finally let us see that this was wrong, that there was some of him in there still, but even then we only got the chance to see it once more before he died again.
BUT NOW we get it. After all this time and all that endless suffering we finally get a quiet moment for him to just exist as himself, without the Evil Wolverine programming, and just come to terms with everything he’s gone through. It’s a magical moment I didn’t think we’d ever get so I’m treasuring it greatly.

GUYS I FUCKING LOVE SAKURA OK
#COULD YOU GUESS#HAVE YOU HEARD#My god instant tears#Like THERE she is!#That instant stubborn fire as she makes a stand#The shocked look from Syaoran in response#THERE THEY ARE!!#THAT’S THEM!#Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle#Tsubasa#Vol 211#Sakura#Syaoran#Yuuko Ichihara#AHHHH#Sakura instantly just like fuck that you’re not alone#And how strong that is since SHE was killed by him#By his clone programming#And she so clearly sees no part of him in that#And will SHARE THE BURDEN OF IT#OH OH OH#Instant tears everywhere#who did that
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I was inspired
#gravity falls#book of bill#ford pines#stanford pines#bill cipher#dipper pines#Mason pines#billford#I guess you could call him my muse heh *inserts that one tiktok smug emoji*#no ford is not referring to twink bill it’s literally just triangle bill#the family reunion is gonna be a lot more awkward now
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(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)
#polls#tumblr polls#For me I think the top ones would be the House. The Money. or the Friend Group. But I ultimately might would go for the house#JUST becuase it would be my Dream House which means it would already meet mostly all of my specifications#and what I might be looking for. which would save a lot of time searching or customizing/rennovating.#Also because I could use that as a way to leave the US lol.. like .. if I get to choose my dream location.. couldnt I just choose some othe#country?? But I wonder how that works. Can you legally 100% have full ownership of a property in a country yet not be a citizen of that#country?? Would you show up and be like 'erm.. i own this house.. so i shall now live in it' and theyd be like 'uh no. you cant live here#despite owning the house. leave.' ??#So I think the initial process of 1. scraping together funds to actually MOVE myself and my most valuable belongings physically#TO another country. and 2. figuring out how to STAY in that country . might end up being difficult.. BUT. if I could just work that#part of things out then.. dream house?? security for once in my life?? stability?? :0#Though the $1mil is enticing it's also like.. I feel .. with the way housing prices are now... that's not much???#it's a lot I guess if you plan on like.. investing half the money and staying in an apartment for 5 years while you grow your wealth#or something. but if you're a 'I Need Stability NOW' ready to settle down person who would be most interested in owning a property rather#than nice clothes or a car or whatever other investments you could make then.. eh..?? It seems like unless you're okay with living in#a small town or kind of far away from the city - even some SMALL houses in majorly populated areas in the US will be like#$600.000 - $900.000 or something. like that would be MOST of my money. Which I know you could just pay partially and make#payments on it but idk.. in the option of just outright owning the house it seems like it'd end up being cheaper.#Plus I would want to own it fully asap because I'd be afraid of losing it somehow otherwise. like it being taken for medical bills or#something. which I thought was supposed to be - not IMPOSSIBLE - slightly more complicated legally if you actually have#paid off the house in full. I guess the issue then would be utilities and property tax and such. But I feel like thats overcome-able??#Like I could just stipulate that my Dream House has a little furnished addition or something and then find someone#with money and be like 'Look you can live in this extremely nice area with amazing ameneties and updated everything and ALL you have#to do is give me money to cover the utilities and property tax.'' or something like that. Like the little furnished addition is nicer#than the actual house. they have their own pool and spa and movie room or something and Ill also cook all their meals for them#or whatever (how luxurious it would be depeneds on how high the property tax actually is/how much I would need to entice them into#why it's a good deal for them to pay it for me lol). idk... something like that.. ANYWAY#I asked a few people I know though and one of them answered they'd rather have a romantic partner. the other one said they'd like#to be able to choose someone to die lol.. So I'm curious what people value the most
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still life disaster
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how it feels to use the word diegetic

#sorry i like talking about diegesis even though theres like a dozen more common words to use instead.#avpost#yeah i know about the arts i guess you could call me a true scholar of film 🤓
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I'm knitting in the corner at a party
and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.
I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.
I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.
The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.
#knitting#knitblr#poetry#tagging this with poetry feels ridiculous#but oh well#anyway this is a true story#or technically two true stories smushed into one#i sent this to one of the guys who hosted the party and he said “this is really nice” like twenty times#and then he thanked me again for helping to curate the vibe#anyway i feel like those of us who do it know the kind of impact that knitting in public can have#but i guess it wasn't until i was reflecting on this party that i realized it could be used to create a safe space#if you will#okay that's enough tags#anyway i hope you enjoy#bon appetit#etc#UNEDITED BTW SO BE NICE#please
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I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be
a). I needed to watch that car and
b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.
It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.
Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.
So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.
She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?
And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:
"Because it was foretold."
And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.
I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.
#Mormon Jesus really wanted me to watch someone crack their bumper?#It was kind of funny to watch#like if this is gods apology i guess i can take it#a decade and a half of radio silence between former highschool friends and then one sends the other a shitpost#and maybe the friendship isnt fixed but its a channel you know?#at least we're talking again#would that all my stupid mistakes could be divine shitposts#amen#Babylon-Lore
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Gay as hell to be another man's groomsman like what are you gonna do? Stand there and wish he was marrying you instead? Gayass.
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Jesus CHRIST
#yeah ok gayboy#aa#ace attorney#dual destinies#phoenix wright#and could you guess??#miles edgeworth#narumitsu#wrightworth
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i hope the person who made the romeo and juliet uquiz never deletes it and also knows that i think about it at least once a month
#ramble#iykyk i guess??? i can't remember how long it went around for#not sure how long ago it was going around either but it actually fucked me up#i would take it again but it's the middle of the night and i don't feel like freaking myself out#i think it could genuinely be something you give to english lit students doing the book i'm not kidding#i love uquizzes that are. Experiences#when it starts with 'do you like mamma mia' and ends with Do you believe in free will
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the moral of the story is not to waste time angsting when you could be drawing Kamui instead
extra shitty art goooooo
#art#ride kamens#the real punchline of course is that he would not want anyone else drawing him#no one else could possibly do him justice (ride)#as evidenced by (gestures to post)#anyway i just needed to draw something stupid with an anime character yelling at me i guess#get that out of my system#you may resume your regular business
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a few shadow gira sketches
#pokemon#giratina#sketch#eyestrain#little warm ups i guess you could call these. im really not doing super hot on drawing a ton recently#pkmn has been beckoning me again so some giras were in order#poke mythos#<<for it is my pre exile gira
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Robin: *fighting a goon*
Goon: Stop! Stop, I quit. I give up.
Robin: Really?
Goon: Yes. Just tie me up for the police.
Robin:
Robin: Give me six dollars.
Goon: What?
Robin, in a fighting stance: Give me six dollars for the book fair or I’ll beat you up. Again.
Goon: *can’t believe they were just getting their ass kicked by a toddler in go-go boots*
Goon: I only got a ten
Robin: Deal.
Batman: *makes him give the money back*
#Bruce: You can’t threaten people to give you money bc then there would be no difference between you and the bad guys#Dick: there would be a difference. I’d be better at it#Bruce: …why didn’t you ask me for money?#Dick: I can’t fight you!#Bruce gave him two hundred dollars. he bought only erasers#Bruce Wayne#Batman#Robin#dick Grayson#I guess this could be any Robin but to me it’s dick
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the symbolism of Nathalie having her hair in a bun again while talking to the council... she was seemingly finally able to regain control over her life after Gabriel's death only for it to be revealed that she is under the yoke of a much greater, more threatening and controlling threat and has been ever since her birth
#nathalie sancoeur#ml el toro de piedra#ml s6 spoilers#miraculous ladybug#also tomoe saying she was gonna work for her now??????#i guess you could say the person giving her orders now is a... uhm. a different kind of daddy#sorry i shouldn't have said that
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she had taken all of the pronouns in my poems and turned them masculine. every she was he. every her was him. i wrote about women dipping their hands into the honey of my chest and she had changed it in this stark, violent way. men now, in my work. in my ribs, i guess. how odd, to stare at it.
i write a lot about worshipping at the knees of my girl. what sapphic can resist the allure of chapel-talk, the divine nature of what is ours and ours alone. her hair in your shower. her chapstick melting in your car. when we say holy here, it is a different meaning. it is the smithing of our own haloes from mix-tape cds. no hammer to the anvil - only our own palms, skin scorching. forging every astral ray with the prayer please don't leave. our bible a history that is never taught in high school. we shape a church from the tent of her arched back. what other word for hymn but her voice. her moaning.
a poem can be stripped of its component parts, maybe, but can it still breathe? is it still the same ship? the words this woman changed, biting and spiraling up at me: my man is holy. i worship at his feet. he is the divinity of saturdays and the wheat of my communion and he is the hushed summer's glorious release.
it's common knowledge that you can say a word too-many times, and then it loses meaning. but here was something new: it wasn't that the words had lost meaning, but rather that they had shifted in the air somehow and turned radioactive to me. all of my words were otherwise unchanged, except for the unkind and glowing eye of him.
ivory-tower glowing in my aorta, i thought about talking to her on the sanctimonious and erudite level. telling her: a poem can be changed, can be erased or added to or demolished or reconfigured; but we do try to respect the original author. i would tell her i would have preferred her not change only the pronouns; that her actions felt like censorship rather than collaboration.
in front of me: you cannot cut him out of me, i was made to love him. no scrubbing, no penance. i will always come back to this house, come back to loving men.
i thought about telling her why her actions were cannibalism, not care. i would tell her about being 18 and pressured by my catholic family to accept a man as a partner; how i'd dated him for 5 years before being able to escape. how abusive he had been. how he had made me kneel in front of him - that i wasn't using the word worship idly, but rather as a reclamation. how i had to be re-taught even the concept of faith. how when i learned peace again, it was by the hand of a woman.
i thought about telling her about the wound behind it, the unceasing loneliness. i thought about telling her shape of the small and quiet hours; the fear; the endless and unpretty nature of just being queer. i thought about saying: all of my work comes from a place of pain.
i thought about telling her everything. when i finally found the words, it was only one: why? in that was the summary of all i felt: why not write her own poem? why change it so violently? and why choose my work, if she disliked it so much? why me?
i imagine she shrugged when she responded. all i got was a single sentence: "i really like your work but i want to be able to enjoy it without being made uncomfortable."
on her insta, her pinned post is of her boyfriend - now husband - proposing. they were married in 2023. congratulations. i really do hope she's happy.
i hope one day it stops hurting.
#spilled ink#writeblr#this is all true.#btw PLEASE be aware that she was NOT bi or anything else#this is about a straight lady stealin my work#although. yes i am also team “well babe if u like sapphic work so much.... hmm”#bonus: almost made a comment that everyone has completely stolen (without credit)#“your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest just so you could howl over losing a man”#and that line#while a banger#has been chopped and resold so much im like. :x well..... guess that's not mine anymore lol#ps edited bc i changed my mind about the length of this and how i introduced it#if ur like . didn't this have another 4 paragraphs. yes lol
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take responsibility.
#i am always thinking abt anya and how she is simultaneously central to the story and kept out of focus by jimmy's pov#eventually culminating in this scene where everything is about her and yet she herself does not -- cannot -- appear#the way the scene immediately ends with polle's question there -- the revelation that jimmy won't accept.#he is confronted with the truth and turns right back to the story he wants to tell himself where he's the hero#mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#my art#uh. feel like this probably could use some content warnings (besides you know. the game itself being its own warning) but idk what#so. ask to tag i guess
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