#also its my bedtime

[nomaishuttle]

whyy is it so hot all the dman time -_-

[kingofattolia]

Honestly I cannot overstate how much seeing Hayden as TCW Anakin changed EVERYTHING. Matt Lanter's Anakin is a frat dude. He wears a backwards baseball hat and says vaguely offensive things without realizing, while being a fundamentally chill and outgoing guy at heart. Hayden's Anakin is... not that. His voice. His expressions. His physical presence. It's off somehow. It's just left of normal. It's completely unremarkable and yet deeply uncanny for reasons you can't quite describe. TCW Anakin was always a flatter, blander portrayal, but I don't think I realized until now what exactly was missing: the serial killer energy. The inarticulable conviction that SOMETHING unhinged is going on behind those eyes.

[zemi-noelle-art]

me in 2004: "I like care bears and ninja turtles!"

in between: "I don't much care for these things anymore." me in 2024: "I like care bears and ninja turtles..."

[milksetters]

amen!

[bugdogg]

okay maybe i figured out what to do w it :3

[ashes-in-a-jar]

It's so funny (I don't know descriptive words other than funny to describe anything) when the most evil bad guy of a story appears in the first act and interacts horribly with the protagonist, only to be fully MIA in the second act, which builds a terrifying mysterious aura around them even though we've already met them before, quite intimately, and then they appear in the final act the worst they've ever been, spiced up by knowing them well but built up overtime as they were gone to something more horrible than before

Like trauma

[sunflowercider]

Once Javier Asrahan becomes a grandmaster, there are only two times he is ever harmed by a blade.

This first time is one of his most painful memories. A chaotic battle in the pits of Hell itself. He desperately attempts to defend his master, and only briefly succeeds. The throbbing pain of his shoulder is no comparison to the shattering of his heart as he watches the man closest to him sacrifice himself to save everyone they love.

(He does not allow this man to suffer alone.)

The second and last time he is injured by a blade is a quiet evening not long after. The master of his heart is resting in the bed before him. The entire household is appalled at the state of his health and has ensured he remains rested and well-fed. Javier is no exception, and has brought an apple for a bedtime snack. The man watches him as he quietly quarters it and hands a slice over, making sure to pick any seeds out. As he cuts into the next slice, there's a long sigh beside him followed by a quiet "I love you". Javier whips up to gape at the man. There's a faint stinging in his palm. It's a wonder he can hear his master's yelp of shock over the ringing in his ears. The man tugs at the hand holding the apple, babbling about something, but all Javier can do is tug him closer and ask him to repeat himself. Through gritted teeth and pink cheeks, he does, and Javier is reminded of his most treasured memory every time he sees the nick on his palm.

[knightbird]

first this was a sketch to make fun of stevens pose but then i was dazzled and enraptured by metagross' shiny carapace and the alluring pokemon center carpets

[patchworkspringlocks]

The Mimic is genuinely such an interesting fnaf antagonist to me bc it’s a learning, thinking, autonomous being in a way that most of the other animatronic adversaries aren’t with it being entirely devoid of any remains of a human soul, its existence dictated by an algorithm and simple instructing program which it proceeds to carry out with horrifyingly deadly precision, nothing more than a rogue antique endo-turned-murderbot responsible for multiple bloody gore-fests in the tales from the pizzaplex stories and epilogues and yet, AND YET. it’s simultaneously the child it learned it’s mannerisms and ideas that originally shaped its view of the world from, given “life” not by another’s soul but simply the anguish of a father’s grief over the loss of that same child that it doesn’t understand, now learning and adapting as per its programming to the anger and pain and fear it sees in everyone that so much as looks at it, the same hands and arms that used to gently hold a homemade stuffed tiger it now uses to break and rend and maim, and in a way its (later) brutalizing murder-sprees can be seen as little more than an innocent, literal, almost childlike interpretation of its instructions. it is lifeless and robotic and emotionless and capable of learning and emulating and born from pain and loss and anger and adapted to fear and suffering and it is absolutely everything to me

[creepedfinnart]

bodyguard OC. if i ever draw a character being sleepy in their first set of drawings it is SO fucking over for me

[jacketpotatoo]

Hey @thehomelybadger , thank you for breaking my heart

[ganondoodle]

(forces myself to stop playing stardew so i can get some progress done on my art projects- daydreams the entire first arc of my original story stuff -again- for 2 hours)

[fayehartz]

CLASS TRAITOR? WHAT FUCKING EVER!!

cleaner version :3

Art inspired by this one cover of the new mexico song:

[nerosdayinanime]

Giyuu sitting cross-legged at the far end of the couch w Sabito laying his head on his lap+arm thrown over one of his legs & Makomo snoozin on top of sabito w an arrow pointing at her that says 'stole giyuu's spot when he got up to get them water'

[animelover20]

Me just laying in bed chilling the fuck out:

My brain: do you think doffy gets bad insomnia alongside his nightmares.

Me who's an insomniac that also has nightmares due to ptsd: *few seconds of thinking* he fucking would the poor bastard.. and it's not like anyone can convince him to sleep, what the fuck are they gonna do?

My brain: true..we should write about it.

Me: stop with the false motivation man you do this all the time.. not a bad thought.

[anadorablekiwi]

There’s something so comforting about hugging the stuffed dog i got for my birthday when i was 8 years old

It’s stuffing has fallen flat in a lot of places. It smells like dust. It should probably be washed, but probably shouldnt be because when i was younger i tried to cut a ‘shine rectangle’ in his nose so his stuffing may actually come out in the washing machine.

I remember so many times he comforted me as a child. All the times i cried, hugging him and drying my tears with his floppy ears, pretending he was a real dog comforting me. The times i fell asleep hugging him. The times i played with him

I also remember his name, Timber. Oh, Kiwi, you may say. Is he named timber because timber wolf and hes a dog? No, actually. I had just learned that lumberjacks in the forest yell Timber when they fell a tree and thought it would be funny if he got confused.