#I was rigjt

[lancelitttle]

Does God hate me?

[arostormblessed]

Don’t talk to me about doctor who the magicians apprentice/witch’s familiar dont you fucking EVER talk to me about it. You have one weakness and it’s your compassion for your loved ones. There is a little boy on a battlefield and you tell him you’re going to save his life because that’s what you do, you save people. Your oldest enemy who is responsible for the slaughter of your people calls out to you to tell you that he’s dying. Your oldest enemy who has known you for centuries, who is one of the only people left who has known you that long, sits down with you and talks to you and for just a moment it feels like you’re friends. Like there is something redeemable in him. It’s a trick, you’ve known it’s been a trick the whole time, and he’s going to kill you. There is a little boy on a battlefield and you know what he will become and you run away, you let him die, because what’s the alternative? Your enemy tricked you into coming here, he lied to you, but it doesn’t matter because there is always mercy. You save the little boy because he’s a little boy, even when you know what he grows up to be, and hundreds of years later the manufactured race that slaughtered your own knows what mercy is. Your enemy does not kill you because your greatest weakness, your loved ones, come to save you. I didn’t come here because I’m ashamed, a bit of shame never hurt anyone, I came because you’re sick and you asked. And sometimes on a good day, if I try very hard, I’m not some old time lord who ran away, I’m the doctor. Compassion, then. ALWAYS. It grows strong and fierce in you, like a cancer. I hope so. It will kill you in the end. I WOULDN’T DIE OF ANYTHING ELSE.

MERCY. ALWAYS MERCY. You walk the little boy home.

[glennquackmire]

Ermmm this is a super duper old drawing but I wanted to post 😓

‼️cw for bloodand stuff‼️

Idk how anything works so I'm so scared to post this 😭 1st post tho yippy !!

[gojosprettyprincess]

Guys please prepare yourself for the most nastiest, kinkiest and weirdest upcoming dabbles and fics ever known to mankind of this man. Thanks to this delicious edit😍

[ricopop]

sleepy bro jr. oc. kirby oc. yay ⭐️💤🌠

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

I'm having so many thoughts about Gem. She joins the series with this big reputation of GeminiSlay- but the truth is that she doesn't want to hurt anyone. Yes she carried out the boogeyman curse, but only because the secret keeper told her to. And even during that, she was still loyal to her original alliances at the start, until the curse was too consuming. Then when she was red, she didn't touch Scott or Impulse until they gave up their lives for her.

And then in the finale. Gem is so tired of being GeminiSlay. She says to Scott that she doesn't want to have to lead anyone. Before the final battle of the band vs the mounders, Gem sounds so defeated when she tells Pearl she doesn't want to fight. And when Scott asks her to kill him again, Gem sounds so hopeless. And after he's dead, she doesn't even know how to process it.

Gem is just so. Hrhrhrh. She's kind but she's deadly. She follows the rules and carries out tasks the best she can, with the slight caveat of not touching her Scotts (and eventually Pearl). She can be so vicious, but she doesn't always want to be.

I loved what she did with her series so much, and I hope to see her in another life series if they do more seasons <3

[definitelynotshouting]

hello gang its been far too long since you received scarian kisses from me

luckily i am here to change that<3 massive shout out to @sculkshrieking for giving me this idea and @shaklyart for the absolutely GORGEOUS animatic that fully sparked this discussion in the first place, seriously please go give it some love guys its incredible. Anyway woe, TJ Shouting smooches be upon ye >:]

"... Don't kiss me," Grian breathes, so low and heady that it fills Scar's head with light, a clean and dizzy wash over everything still lingering between them. Here, in this microscopic space, there are no grains of sand; no loneliness; no secrets; no cruel and counting timer. Only them, and a warmth beginning to boil, rolling in with the same potent energy of a summer thunderstorm.

And it's so, so easy to let Scar's task do the work for him.

So Scar tips forward, closing the space between them once more— catches Grian's lower lip between his teeth, rolling it into his mouth with slow, deliberate motions. Grian's breath audibly hitches; both hands lift to frame Scar's face, tangle in his hair, and the firm tug of fingers gripping him at the roots has Scar gasping into the kiss. He retaliates by releasing Grian's bottom lip, only to shift the angle to catch his cupid's bow, nipping at the sensitive skin— until Grian sucks in another shaky breath, fingers tightening, mouth falling lax against his. Scar soothes away the sharp sting, folding wordless apologies against Grian's mouth in a language beyond words, beyond any buzzing syllable that will never, ever leave his throat again.

Grian pushes in further, a ragged noise punching from his throat; the answering riptide of fervent affection threatens to drown Scar in liquid gold, and he drags Grian as close as he can get him, lips sliding leisurely over his, arms wrapping tight around his waist. Like this, they could be one person. Like this, there is only the aching stretch of their own bleeding hearts, a horizon of broken stitches— and the desperate, clawing urge to sew them back together again. To make them whole.

When they part, it's by less than an inch; Grian breathes in deep, the same air Scar exhales, and his lips brush Scar's with each tentative sway into each other's orbit, scattering electric sparks in their wake.

Grian's voice is, miraculously, even quieter and headier than before. "Don't—" His voice catches, cracking the word in half. "Don't kiss me." He leans forward, brushing his own featherlight kiss against Scar's lips. Back. "Don't kiss me." Swaying forth again, another kiss; this one just as a soft, just as syrupy. When Grian pulls back once more, his eyes are lidded. Then, pretenses stripped as clean from his voice as sun-bleached bone, he begs— he breathes: "Scar, please— just kiss me."

And Scar— bathed in the gilded sunset of their kiss-bruised memories, with his heart a hummingbird thrum in his throat— throws his task to the wind, and obligingly falls back in.

[mansionfreaks]

hello I AM curious to knkw what your onion 🧅 (opinion) is on seafood. becos i had some today

i lovveee seafood . really miss eating congee at home but my bitch dad hated chinese food so we didnt eat it thay much. now i get ej to help me make it all the timme. mod cav: alt text is now on every post.

[psolarxidas]

Weskie :3c

[no-lavender]

Cellbit is basically saying how he has nothing as he lost his sister husband and his child is missing. The only thing that can awake any feeling in him is death and blood. he said blue team will understand truly what purgatory is now

[c1nto]

considering the confirmation of mpreg in this drama's universe, do we think women actually exist here

[medicalunprofessional]

im in a target rn ?? Is this what its like to see a celebrity in public. Hello child …

[happystarzarchive]

watching everyone be like “if hes half banana leaf then whats the other half???” and guess ever so desperately what it could be can be a little grating sometimes because the answer is RIGHT THERE. it is RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSES

[axoqiii]

other sketches!! ✍️✍️ grian and my sona !!

[idyllic-affections]

good morning. neuvillette with a dragon!child!reader who, once everything blows over in fontaine, goes to find furina and gives her the biggest hug. they've known her for a very long time. and many times, perhaps she almost, almost cracked to them... but her resolve stood strong every time, and she would backtrack with a laugh and some dramatic flair.

while they can't understand how badly she must have suffered, because they aren't human and their mind is not so fragile, they can at least imagine it. and they can't help but think that maybe she doesn't want to be alone right now; she's been alone for five hundred years. if she wants to be left alone... that's fine, and they know she'll tell them that, but at the very least, as one of her best friends (perhaps her very best one), should they not go check on her?

idk i'm going to play her story quest today probably so i will return with more thoughts!

[considermygenderminecrafted]

I mentioned in tags before, but I actually feel very strongly about how philza cubitios build things to care about, and finds people who he cares for and is cared about, and finds things to believe in an commit to and that he not only survives but makes his life meaningful Despite the circumstances. I think its quite easy to a) miss all the ways in which his characters are often served pretty shitty circumstances, but then b) how he never let's that stop him finding purposeful and fulfilling meaning.

HC phil is deeply alone, and fills his world with motion and art and stories. He is a small person in a world of dead or abscenr gods and he makes his mark in his observations of the world and the recreations of its beauty.

DSMP Phil formed the strongest friendship on the server, stood for what he believed in and reached out to people and built a fucking Community of care and trust for people who had no where else to go. He lived, in the end, he an his lived. They got out

OSMP phil wasnt appreciated enough and was often quite isolated, but he still built for others and fought for others and committed himself to accessibility. Even the crow father could never really bring himself to cruelty he thought he believed in. And he had a close friend who stuck with him. He was shaped by fear and loneliness and need for control, but also by his loyalty and his dedication and his prowess

QSMP phil goes through hell, and is one of the most trusted, well respected and loved people on the server. Even in purgatory the team he leads is defines itself by its resistance to and acceptance of the circumstances they find themselves in, trying to find laughter and comradery where they can.

These stories are not stories of overcoming circumstances and tragedy, they're not stories of beating the odds, they're stories about finding yourself in a tragedy and standing tall and finding hope and love and care and joy and meaning within that. The ends may not always be the kindest, but they aren't what defines the story. What defines him again and again is how he cares, how he is respected and how he builds his own purpose. He makes his own happiness, even when the worlds refuse to gift him that. That can never be tragic to me.

The only cubitio who I think didn't do that as well was 30!day SMP and that's the grief of a life cut short.