#I wish they had more moments together

[endermara12]

I love them and wish they had more buddy moments 💕

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.

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[an-established-butt-dent]

One of my many Solavellan head cannons.

They traveled together for months, years even. Don't tell me these lovesick fools didn't regularly disappear into the woods together, to have a quiet romantic moment away from the prying eyes of the other companions.

Mixed media on paper.

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Happy Times

[moominpopzz]

Hands this to you.. smiles

[alicekonda]

Wish🌟

[assiraphales]

Your posts are some of the highlights of my tumblr experience – I've always been focused on Luffy/Zoro but before OP:LA released it seemed kinda? Rare, almost? At least in comparison to other things. But now so many people like it too! And are writing wonderful little essays like yours! I feel understood. Personally they've always been a qpr to me (I hold Luffy's basically-canon aroace status VERY close to my heart) in the most soulmate, ride or die, married without even kissing once, forever and always with their own special kind of love no matter what anybody else thinks, kind of way. I love reading your thoughts because even if may not be in the exact same flavour as me (which I respect) I feel like you get them already. Keep having fun! The world of OP has so much in store for you!

don't say such nice things to me i'll cry :(

[unholy-fabray]

okay I love the unholy trinity friendship. i really do. they are so precious to me. BUT... I was rewatching ep 2x22 "New York" and Quinn is legit having an emotional breakdown in the hotel room over the last two hellish years of her life, and Santana's like, "dw girl I know exactly what will fix you: ✨ new haircut ✨!!" LMAO??

then ofc S3 premieres and it turns out that the haircut did not, in fact, fix all her problems aksfhjsd

[swordheld]

how do you think in poems? i really enjoy the tags under your posts i've always wanted to write down my own thoughts that way bc in my head they feel so thorough and magical but whenever i put it in words i feel it just gets so much flatter and i no longer see a point and give up

oh oh oh, but lovely, can't you see that you've already started? it's a perspective that you hone, over time, something that is specific to you and you alone – that's the piece of it that makes it so special! you've already begun, and it only goes forward, up, sideways from here, wherever you wish to go!

think of it like a skill, for a moment, or a kind of muscle, if you'd prefer. you have to work at it, with it, over time and differing experiences, in order to progress.

(a quick important note: not progression as in the kind of quality-check of a grading scale, but progression as in evolution. shifting change. think of the leaves and their colors across the months of autumn, or temperatures rising with the sun and cooling with the evening dark. change isn't intrinsically a qualifying thing, it can just be, sometimes. this is difficult to remember, especially in the midst of frustration, but it is worth it. you are always doing better than you think you are – harshest critic, and all that.)

which is not to say that it's a simple thing to do! compare this to the vibe of me picking up crochet recently, with my shaking hands and too-quickly dwindling adhd focus – my first attempts at making a lil headphone sprout have not been going as well as i once hoped. my stitches are either too big and sloppy bc i'm not holding the yarn tightly enough to get clean ones, or i feel frustrated due to it not looking like how i'd like it to look in my mind when i started it, or even as i begin my umpteenth attempt.

but!! i know that it won't ever look the way i want it do if i set it down and never keep trying. it'll take awhile, like everything does, even the seasons take their time, the moon and its phases; but what i do know, is that, eventually, it'll resemble something i want it to. vaguely, maybe, but it is something. it doesn't have to look exactly like the guide i'm following, or the examples i'm inspired by, because it's mine – something made by my own hands, my own time and experience with every mistake and thrilling joy along the way to learn by.

take it from me: i want to be good at things i want to be good at so badly. and that excitement makes me want to be at the skill level i need to be at in order to do so right then and there, no learning curves or building blocks allowed. which is never how it happens, unfortunately, but –

i think, gently, that we tend to overlook what a pleasure it is to learn. to see the slow progression of things, to begin and change and continue and get better. and even if it's different as we go along, in a way it's our own little kind of magic, maybe, to create and never be done if we don't want to be.

which is all to say: it's already yours. why does it have to be anything else, anything more? why can't it just be good as it is now, where it might never be again? what is there to lose by enjoying the moment of where you are?

like everything, it will grow and shift and evolve with time, maybe into something you'd hoped for, or maybe into something you don't even have the words to describe right now at all. but that's the fun of it: how even now, even then, there, across time and distance and skill, there is a common thread of things; it will always come from your heart, your experience, where you are right then and there and now.

and if you think of that like magic, well, it becomes a little like magic, doesn't it?

also, something to consider: sometimes things you feel or think can't be put into words at that moment, or even at all! something else you could try (that i certainly do) is making something else with whatever it makes you feel - whether that's another form of art, or any other kind of media. if it makes you want to go outside and take a walk or get cozy and read or play a video game? that counts too! that's still an experience, you're still feeling.

i think that counts a little more than anything else, you know?

and as a little ending fun side-note, can i share something cool? i've never thought of it that way before, as thinking in poems. in my mind it's always been a kind of perspective of personal wonder, but you're right – it's poetry, in it's own way. you gave me that – so thank you, from the heart of me. i hope your journey finds you with every bright joy.

[frecklystars]

HELP THEY'RE SO CUTE!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭💘💖💓💝💝💝💕💖💓💝💘💟💘

[theinfinitedivides]

me literally every time Ki Cheol and Jun Mo are less than three feet away from each other/interact in any way shape or form:

[randomsketchdump]

I’m never normally one to do these types of art things but I thought the comparison would be really fun!

If anyone is interested in the headcanons I have for Scarecrow there in the undercut!

1. I headcannon as a way to build up an immunity to fear toxin Jonathan began smoking small amounts (this had the added bonus of spreading the rising through the smoke alright this isn’t as potent as his usual methods)

2. As a side affect of his exposure to the toxin his hair and eyes changed colour, his hair turning orange and his pupils gaining a small glow. (This is either green or orange no reason other than it depends on my mood)

3. This is still more of an idea but this version of Scarecrow being a meta human, what he can do and the extents I’m still thinking about. I just think it’s a cool idea

[bumblingbabooshka]

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[cup-of-wine-glass-of-tea]

I'm here for you.

Here's something that I had on my drafts for quite some time and, I don't really think I'm going to finish it. But I still wanted to share it.

[grival]

forever sad that daemon died not knowing that viserys was alive and that viserys never experienced again the comfort of being a son

[qrichas]

scenarios i wish that would happen: qjaiden, after much consideration on her part, showing bobby fields to qforever (after hes been sober and calmer) and saying to him that she understood the pain he was going through, that even if people were seeing him as a madman, she understood he was grieving in his own way (recognizing themselves through the other) and that if he ever needs help doing a memorial/happy place for richas, she would gladly help to keep his memory alive, could even be in a place near bobby fields so they could be together, and it could be a place where real happiness can be achieved, not the one forced through medication

qforever, touched by this act of love and understanding of a parent to another, confesses to qjaiden that he has been here before, saying that at the time he was suspicious of her working for the federation (rightfully so! he was still feeling the wound qcellbit left in the betrayal arc) and followed and spied on her for a while and when he saw it, he was afraid she would do something really bad to bring her child back, but couldnt blame her because he understood that if they switched places, he would do the same or worse (and he did!). he apologises for all the suspicions, all of the drawbacks, for thinking like that about her and the secret waystone he put on the place, saying that he finds it even more beautiful than before, knowing the importance it has to qjaiden, because shes his friend and a grieving mother who understands. they soon after start planting the flowers qforever gifted qjaiden in the garden, watching the sunset

(and like, its a joke that everyone says qforever is more of a mother rather than a father to richas, but even in his grief thats true, his grief is of a mother, and who better to understand him than a grieving mother herself?)