#IM SO RIDICULOUSLY EXCITED

[stormyoceans]

Thoughts on mork after knowing his age? Also thoughts on morkday's relationship knowing their gap and how it's close to jimmy and sea's real ages?

EMBARRASSED TO ADMIT THIS GAVE ME HEART PALPITATIONS AND THREW ME INTO A FRENZY BECAUSE I COULDN'T FIND ANYTHING ABOUT IT IN MY USUAL SOURCES MY MASK OF SANITY WAS TRULY ABOUT TO SLIP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OFFICE BUT THANK GOD @puentalay CAME TO MY RESCUE HASHTAG CRISIS AVERTED EVEN IF NOW IM GOING INSANE FOR ENTIRELY DIFFERENT REASONS

so, for anyone who might not know, in today's event sea revealed that day is around 24 and mork around 28/29, which means they have a 5 years difference. the interesting thing is that those are basically jimmysea ages too SO I GUESS P'AOF REALLY WASN'T JOKING WHEN HE SAID THAT THEY WERE MADE TO PLAY MORKDAY

i think those ages fit the characters really well tho!!!!! the 20s are very confusing and complicated years, which aren't made any easier by the insane pressure society puts on them: this is a time where people are expected to create a very specific kind of lifestyle and reach certain goals before they turn 30, like completing their education, getting a stable job, buying a house, marrying, having children..... and if anyone fails to meet these expectations, they are made to believe that there's something wrong with them and that they're now too old. mork being 28/29 makes a lot of sense and explains his attitude towards the future because this is the reality he's facing: society is telling him that he's running out of time to achieve anything, that change is no longer possible for him, that he's too late and that he failed, and at one point he started to really believe that, so what's the point in dreaming of something more if his fate is already sealed? on the other hand, at 24 years old day was exactly on track to accomplish everything society expected of him: after graduating he was working on becoming a famous athlete and already had his whole life planned out, but then the accident happened and suddenly he's finding himself back to square one

of course these aren't struggles that are limited to the 20s, but i think these years are emblematic of this perceived fight against time. this is also not an easy story to portray, so i think it was very smart to make mork and day have a similar age difference as jimmy and sea, because at least they have their natural phi/nong dynamic to help them getting through the hardest parts. of course im not saying there aren't differences, but mork and day's relationship is closer to their natural one compared to puen and talay's. for example, i think sea is comfortable with following and trusting jimmy's lead, while jimmy is already attuned to sea's needs, so it's not surprising to see them just power walking around the room with no hesitation in that one workshop video where they are practicing mork guiding day

i do wonder if there are other parts of their natural dynamic that can be applied to morkday tho!!!! like how they confirmed that jimmy is more shy and not particularly into skinship while sea is an extreme cuddler so most of the time he's the one to take the initiative and go to jimmy for a hug.... i could definitely see that happening with morkday too and actually you know what IM MANIFESTING IM ACTUALIZING IM MAKING IT HAPPEN!!!!!!!

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

Apparently there is a Lizzie Borden musical??? I feel like I was supposed to know this already. Currently running to discover everything I can about it because !!!!!!!

[ruporas]

special operatives (silly interaction beneath read more)

[ID: Digital Art in color of Trigun Maximum, characters included are Wolfwood, Elendira, and Legato in a casual meeting situation. The piece consists of orangey yellow lighting and purple shadows. Wolfwood sits on the left side, facing Elendira who’s on the right. He’s seated on a plain wooden chair with one knee up and he’s holding the strap to his Punisher in his left hand while his right sits against his thigh, He has an irritated expression as he speaks to Elendira. Elendira is sitting in a fancier seat, her right arm rests against Wolfwood’s propped up knee, her left hand holds her suitcase. She’s sitting cross legged with an amused expression. Legato can be seen in the back at the center of the image in his mobile body case, one of his eyes shown to be glaring at Wolfwood. End ID]

[ID: Sketch, uncolored comic. Elendira says to Wolfwood, “I’m not telling you to dedicate yourself to him, but just accept the situation at hand. We could get along better if we were on the same page.” Wolfwood responds, “Don’t peg me me for an optimist. I’m not dumb. But, I’m also not going to just live in resignation. Plus, I don’t have any interest in getting along with ya.” Elendira coos, “Aw, you sure? I have a wonderful shoulder to cry on when the weak people you’re trying to protect eventually dies in the coming months. Though, I guess it’s fine. Someone like you might just die before then anyway...” She snickers in her hand while Wolfwood is speechless and just glares. Legato is faintly drawn in the back, glaring at Wolfwood, muttering “worthless” repetitively. End ID]

[gunsatthaphan]

#okay then 🤷🏼‍♀️

[keiri-klee]

ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙ chiscara

THE WAY MY BRAIN WENT “this is so chiscara coded” I RAN TO MAKE THIS OMGGMFMFFM

I just fell to the floor this is so funny and so them scara is so ridiculous

This just awakened an office au in my mind oml

he makes childe’s work life just the tiniest of inconvenient to entertain himself but not get in trouble with HR as soon as childe got hired and Childe doesn’t even realize

He’s just wondering “wow maybe my sins ARE catching up to me, what is this bad luck?” but it cancels out because he gets to greet his BEAUTIFUL coworker everyday tsaritsa bless

(visualize him moving to greet scara but it’s one of the days his shoelaces are fatefully tied together and he falls flat on his face arms stretched out in front of him as scara snickers behind his hands evilly (I MIGHT draw this))

[edenfire]

💞💗 Anime Magic! 2024 💗💞

my bestie @ribbon-13 and I are going to be tabling at Anime Magic! in a few weeks, and I wanted to share some of the items we'll have available!~💘

if you're going, please drop by and say hi!!

(this is only like 5% of the stuff we're going to have, so make sure to come see for yourself XD)

xiao charm by @ribbon-13 💞

[lollytea]

Not a day goes by that I don't think about how the Boiling Isles' complete lack of LGBTphobia effects how witches perceive sexuality and gender. Like it's not the only factor but I feel like the fear of societal judgement and internalized prejudice is a huge obstacle in discovering your own orientation.

So with that whole part avoided, I'm imagining that in the process in the Demon Realm is??? Much smoother sailing??? Like you might be a little confused at first but there's no shame tied to that confusion. Nobody is pressured into deciding on a label for themselves because labels don't exist. Thinking you're into boys for a while until realizing you're a lesbian is nbd here. Neither is thinking you're a lesbian and then realzing you're bi. Nobody judges you. Nobody cares. I just think it may provide you with a lot of clarity that you simply couldn't get in the Human Realm.

I've always headcanoned that while straight is considered the "default" in the Human Realm, most witches just assume they're bi/pan until they discover otherwise. (And not in a "bi-normativity" way, which is, wow, a terrible word I just made up there. But more in a "idk what gender I'm into yet. Or any at all. So I'll just say everybody for the moment" way.)

But I feel like, even if there's confusion, a good percentage of witches actually somehow figure themselves out relatively early. Like they'll be little kindergarten girls in Amity's library group who have not experienced romantic attraction yet but they already know that if they're ever gonna get married, it's gonna be another girl, cause nobody ever told them they couldn't. Some figure it out as preteens. Some are teens. It's probably one of the chillest aspects of maturing for them.

It's why I'm so interested in Hunter's little bi patch on his jacket and I love thinking about how he brought himself to this conclusion. Just thinking about a sheltered brainwashed kid like Hunter who feels deeply ashamed over so much about himself but his opinion in regards to sexuality has always being like "yeah boy, girl, neither, whatever, I don't care, I'm too busy hitting bad guys with my stick."

So when Luz finally explains to him and the other kids what sexualities even are, with the names and flags and everything, he just says "Bi" then and there, completely unfazed. This is bonkers to me. I think it's the best headcanon ever. He really does not care. Nobody ever told him that he should. But that being said, he sure does love having a little pride flag. Imagine living your whole life loving scrambled eggs. It's just another mundane part of you. But then suddenly you're transported to a world where you're celebrated for loving scrambled eggs. You've got your own little "I <3 scrambled eggs" badge of honor. You don't understand it. But it makes you feel very special and important. I imagine that's how Hunter feels with his little bi pride patch on his sweater.

[wormedeye]

day 4: romance @eonweweek

🕊️Characters: Eönwë x male elf OC (whose lore i will probably drop in the tags)

🕊️Synopsis: Eönwë’s young apprentice wants to heal him after the sword training

🕊️Warnings: implied self-harm, bc eönwë’s a lil depressed, english is not my first language, 700+ drabble that turned out to be 1k+ drabble.

🕊️someday it will be on ao3

His sleeves were rolled up slightly above the elbow. The tunic was loose enough, though when Eönwë raised his sword to strike his muscles still strained the linen cloth. Dear Eru.

“Look, how I’m holding it.” Eönwë repeated the move once again,more slowly. “You don’t cut straight, tilt it slightly.”

Laireno nodded, trying to memorise everything from how his arms move to the expression on his face. Eönwë stopped and stuck the blade in the ground and folded his hands on the pommel.

“Now you.”

Laireno breathed out, took his sword and tried to repeat everything his mentor was doing. Eönwë watched silently, until he suddenly interrupted the elda in the middle of a move. Laireno froze obediently, frowning slightly from strain.

Eönwë walked behind the elf’s back and placed his hand on the elf’s forearm, just short of the elbow. Laireno understood the unspoken order and unbent his arm until Eönwë stopped him. And something was still bothering him, so he also corrected the direction of the sword, bending the elf’s hand. The linen sleeve crept up Eönwë‘s arm, following the movement, revealing a bandage hidden beneath.

“Your hands are shaking.” The Maia noticed. “Are you tired?”

Laireno shook his head desperately.

“No, Sir, just trying not to move.”

“Do tell me, if you are, and we will take a break or finish for today, alright? I don’t want you to overtire yourself.”

“Okay.”

Eönwë returned to where he was standing and told him to repeat the whole thing from the beginning. Laireno did. He tried really hard, wanting to impress his mentor. He had listened closely, he had watched carefully, he could repeat this movement that Eönwë was coprrectingfor the second time already.

“That’s it.” Eönwë finally commanded. “You need to rest.”

Laireno lowered his sword and looked at the Maia with hope in his eyes.

“Did I do it? Was it good?”

Eönwë almost smiled.

“Yes. You did very well.”

Laireno beamed, and then Eönwë couldn’t hold back a small smile. A strange, incorrect smile, but still a smile. It was never right on Eönwë‘s face. He always frowned for some reason, sometimes even lowering the corners of his lips instead of raising them like everyone. Like he wasn’t truly happy. But Laireno was, every time he saw his mentor smile.

Eönwë leaned on his sword stuck in the ground, staring off into the distance. Silent and pensive. Laireno couldn’t take his eyes off him, a small, but a very strong intrusive thought not leaving his head, a question he was dying to ask. He paced back and forth, tugging at the hem of his clothes, gathering his courage. Finally, he couldn’t hold it any longer and strode determinedly over to his mentor. Eönwë immediately turned his head to the elf, shifting all his attention from his thoughts to his young apprentice. Laireno lost a half of his former confidence, but didn’t give up.

“Sir Eönwë, do you-” He lowered his gaze, unable to hold eye contact with the Maia. “Are you-”

“Don’t be afraid, I don’t peck, I don’t bite.” The herald said softly, encouraging the elf to continue.

Laireno took a deep breath.

“Are you injured?” He blurted out, his eyes still locked on the grass. “I saw a bandage on your arm, and I thought- I was worried-”

His fuse faded and he fell silent, waiting for an answer. Eönwë did not speak a word as well. Laireno raised his head and met his mentor’s detached, almost defensive gaze. He hadn’t expected such a question. Maybe didn’t even want it. Laireno regretted asking it.

“I- Yes.” Eönwë said slowly. “Yes, you could say that.”

He straightened, and Laireno had to raise his head higher.

“You don’t have to worry about me.” Eönwë said a little softer.

He jerked his sword out of the ground, stepped aside and leaned his back on a tree, wincing a little as the bark scratched the tender skin between his wings. That don’t make Laireno stop worrying, not even a little, the exact opposite had happened.

He ran up to his mentor with an almost teary look.

“I’m sorry, please, I didn’t want to disturb you, I didn’t mean- I just- Y-you might be in pain, and i’m stressing you with this training, I don’t want you to feel bad-“ Laireno stuttered. “I just- I wanted to help, but you probably don’t need help, you’re a Maia, you can heal yourself, and-“

“Hush, owlet.” Laireno stopped talking and stared up at Eönwë with his big star-like eyes. “It’s alright. You haven’t hurt me nor stressed me out in any way. On the contrary, I appreciate you care so much.”

Laireno sighed.

“But… You can cure it, right?” He asked hopefully.

“It’s-“ Eönwë turned away. “It’s not a wound I can heal.”

Realising he had said more than he should, he added immediately.

“Though it will heal soon, don’t worry.”

“Please,” Laireno pleaded and got down on one knee, taking Eönwë‘s hand in his. “Please, let me help you.”

“Laireno, I beg you, get up.” the herald whispered in a faltering voice, looking a little shocked.

The elf shook his head desperately. Unfortnately for his mentor, he was stubborn and determined.

“I know how to do it, I learnt so I could do it at war…” Laireno stopped and squeezes Eönwë‘s hand. “I want to heal you.”

The Maia knelt with a heavy sigh, to look his apprentice in the eyes.

“Laireno, sweet Laireno” Eönwë‘s voice was gentle and sad. “You really don’t have to do this.”

“But I want to.”

Eönwë sighed and relented. He was unable to refuse, unable to look in those shining eyes he couldn’t bear to see unhappy.

“Fine.”

He released his hand from the grip of Laireno’s warm palms carefully and rolled his sleeve up reluctantly. The elda sat at his mentor’s side immediately and touched the bandage with trembling fingers. He was visibly nervous.

Eönwë was sitting with his head lowered as the young elf untied his bandage. Layer by layer, there were not many. Noe Laireno could see four red stripes, very contrasting on the Maria’s unearthly pale skin. Today’s sword practise had disturbed the scratches that had barely closed up.

Laireno’s gaze shifted involuntarily to his mentor’s hands. His nails were cut unusually short. Laireno didn’t ask anything, aware of Eönwë‘s unwillingness to talk, but he couldn’t keep himself from stroking the skin an inch above the top cut. Eönwë frowned, his head hanging even lower.

The elda cupped the herald’s arm with his palms, feeling how tense the muscles under his hands are.

“Relax, please.” Laireno said with a look of a serious healer.

Eönwë took a glance at his apprentice. It was very obvious the elf was taking this extremely seriously. His lips were pressed in a thin line, his blond eyebrows drawn together, his eyes focused on the wound in front of him. It was…endearing.

Eönwë turned away again, relaxing as much as he could.

Laireno took a deep breath, closed his eyes and started humming something slow. The scratches began to heal. Eönwë felt a slight tingle in his skin, but didn’t move and even held his breath.

Soon the humming stopped, and the warmth of Laireno’s hands left Eönwë‘s shoulder. There were just thin whitish lines where the cuts had been.

“That’s it.” Laireno said quietly, folding his hands on his laps like a good student.

“Who taught you that?”

“Estë’s Maia, Sir. She said that if i want to be a knight, I should be able to heal as good as I fight, because…” he begun to tug on his shirt again. “Because, a knight must help those he care about, know how to save the, and-“

The elf fell silent again, unable to fight his embarrassment. hen he looked at Eönwë pleadingly and whispered “Please, don’t do it again.”

Eönwë smiled his wrong smile again.

“I won’t.”

He took Laireno’s hands in his.

“Thank you, owlet.”

[danielnelsen]

update: peach is doing very well!! she's eating and sleeping normally (sleeping more than normal, really, but that's to be expected)!! after 3 days of not sleeping and a few changes in painkillers, she finally just napped for an hr then, after another day, slept through the whole night (and most of the next day). she's started following all her usual routines again and is very keen to eat! still on some painkillers, but they're not having any horrific side effects anymore

now that im not staying up to keep an eye on her all night (while also dealing with upgrading my computer and my phone and also my sister preparing to go overseas and the dogs barking and howling constantly due to all of the above), i finally got some decent sleep too and slept for about 14 hrs. so today ive got that weird shakiness that i get from sleeping too much, but hey it's better than the whole of the last week

[critter-catcher]

We've got a momma possum! Her pouch is very large which means we might get to see some baby possums if she stops by again!

[skrunksthatwunk]

i think i mentioned this a while back but im working on an "every kuwameshi" video right (yes it's ridiculous i know somebody take them away from me) and i just need to say im so fucking sick of editing the saint beasts arc </3 pls i love that one normally but this section of the video is like. 70% silent group shots it's so bad and not fun to watch or edit and i hate it :[

[lesbianboyfriend]

i think there’s two types of bad theatre: the first is theatre that’s afraid of itself and the second is theatre that is unabashedly what it is in a way that just happens to be bad. the first kind is always going to be the worst of the two….there’s something they tell you in almost any beginning acting class that’s basically that the person who doesn’t commit to a choice is always going to look sillier than someone who commits to a ridiculous choice. if you see a show full of people who are embarrassed to be doing what they’re doing or afraid to commit fully to a role it’s never going to be good….this also goes for quippy self-conscious fourth wall breaking. whereas sometimes you see a piece of bad theatre where you might be like this is utterly ridiculous or ill-crafted or whatever but you can tell that everyone who’s in it is In It and that’s the kind of bad theatre that for me is always brimming with potential…i walk out of those shows excited and yearning to be on a stage because they remind me of what theatre can be!!! even if it’s bad!! it’s fun!!! it’s honest!!!! it’s communal!!!! i love you bad theatre!!! but not you Bad Theatre

[sugarcarnation]

on the bright side i’m absolutely loving that we finally get to see fyodor in action

[yukikorogashi]

“I'm hosting a dinner party this Friday. You should come.” It's an invitation, though the tone by which he extends it makes it sound much more like an incontestable demand—like Itsuki better cancel any plans she might otherwise have. And, further to that, Vincent adds what is just as equally a condition to said demand: “Bring those . . . onigiri you make. I'd like to see how the guests feel about them.” // (´∀｀)♡

THAT TONE MIGHT HAVE caused another to pause from surprise (With a side of uncertainty crawling up their chest, if they dared think too hard about all of this...). But ooooh, not this silly, bright-eyed child! For after just a couple of blinks, Itsuki's face would alight-- if not SPARKLE-- with almost startling EXCITEMENT. The moment she realised that @sansgout was actually inviting her to a DINNER PARTY. MASTERCHEF VINCENT BRO HIMSELF, if you need an important reminder then on just who this man was!

One of those SUPER DUPER FANCY DINNER PARTIES, no doubt! Those ones that would have a CLASSY JAZZ BAND in front of red velvet curtains, where EVERYTHING and EVERYONE GLITTERED, and where all the food would be served on those wittle silver trays... Well, okay, she doesn't yet know if it is indeed that sort of party, but just let her enjoy herself in the realms of her own imagination while she still could-- Oh Goddess, she's already BOUNCING GIDDILY on the balls of her feet in front of the other! Would you dare put a halt to that then?

Either way, it was clear then that she was utterly DELIGHTED that she would get to attend such an event, bro! And fortunately, Itsuki does indeed not have any plans this Friday. Nothing set in stone, at least.

"Sure thing, bro! How many folks are gonna be there? How many..." She would pause, a trembling grin now on her lips as she remembered a certain word she had heard that she could now put to good use, "... folks will be attendin' this here... SWAAAA-RAY? ... and ohhhh, OOOOOH! How many of em' should ah make???"

[charrfie]

Been a while since I posted a spamton I drew. Send me your designs and I'll quickly doodle them!

[ian-galagher]

for your followers: africa spoilers.

today, brought to you thanks to @juliakayyy: tangled.

- ian at his posters.

- ian at work, talking to your ned rip off.

- ian winning the contest.

- ian setting out to the park with mickey.

- ian: i'll be a photographer. mickey: with these shots?!

- ian at jan.

- "yeah, guess i like you." / "you like me, huh?"

- "gotta stop thinkin' you're south side trash with nothin' to offer the world," he said quietly. "you're so much more than what you think you are."

- mickey: more lenses 🙄 ian:

- mickey x mandy.

- mandy: you wanna bang? ian: i'm gay. mandy:

- ian for mickey at the end of day twelve.

- ian taking any portraits. made me think of the one of inyoni in her own house, though.

- ian getting his make-up done.

- at their little braai. it's about the vibe, okay.

- "just tell him, ian."

- "you know, if the stars looked half this good back at home, i'd be out every night trying to capture them." / "i don't think they ever looked this good before. if they had, i would've been chasin' after 'em sooner."

- bonus: jan [grinds teeth HARDER.]

- bonus-bonus: me when they FINALLY kiss WITHOUT any incidents.

bonus bonus bonus: @francesrose3, @juliakayyy, and i at you.

TANGLED!!!! 😍🥰🧡 that was a good idea of Julia 😁

little Ian staring at his posters 😭🧡

the Ned rip off 😂 poor bored little Ian!

omg Ian winning 🥹🧡

"with these shots?" 😂😂😂 omg

"Ian with Jan" 😂 Ian with ants marching into his room... 😂

you like me huh 😂 the accuracy!!!

them with all the lights around them 🥹🧡

MORE LENSES 😂😂😂 100% what he looked like in my mind 😂

MICKEY AND MANDY!!! 😆😂 again, SO accurate!!

that's it 😂 not gonna write stories anymore, I'm gonna tell them with gifs 😂 works much better! 😁 this is an ART FORM in itself!!!

day 12 😭🧡

INYONI IN HER HOUSE 😭🥹🧡 exactly what I was thinking!

IAN AND HIS MAKE UP 😂🧡

it IS them at the braai, HUGGING 😭🧡

just tell him 🥹🥹🥹

THE STARS ONE 😭

JAN 😂😂😂

AND YOU 🤣🤣🤣 that's all of us at all times 😂

BUT THAT LAST ONE 😭🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡