#and I’m very emo about it

[khaleesiofalicante]

I love how much we are all so happy about the queer rep in Nimona but it’s just not queer rep - also poc rep.

Like Ballister and Ambrosius are two men in love. Yes. But they are two poc in love. A brown knight and an Asian knight? Thank you 🥺

[mrbonsaibones]

you know I’ve seen some people musing about this recently and I would like to add my thoughts on it:

Caitlyn Kiramman is like the epitome of that meme about how girls actually play with their barbies. like, you expect her to be Normal and Not Like That and then you watch her commit crimes for six episodes.

one part of her character that means a lot to me is just how committed she is to completely ignoring any authority that she can, and it makes sense! she’s been kept on an incredibly short leash for most of her life, her parents have enough influence to control parts of her life even as an adult, and my girl is probably pretty tired of that!

and like, yes, she’s righteous and good and just and kind and whatever but I think people should remember that her goodness is not her whole character.

it is also her wonderful urge to be just a little insane. Sure, she’ll impersonate an officer, forge official documents, and break someone out of prison. she’ll trade her weapon for drugs, she’ll flirt with a girl in a brothel, she’ll tell her mom to her face that she thinks her mom isn’t doing enough with her power WHILE getting shrapnel removed from her leg.

all this to say: I enjoy watching her buck authority and I wish people in this fandom would stop pretending she’s a pure little goody two shoes just cause she wants to help people. she is also Feral. please let her be Feral.

[flowercrowngods]

they tell you about school and they tell you about work and they tell you about taxes and responsibilities and ideals you have to reach. they don’t tell you about baking chocolate cookies from scratch at the ungodly hours of 11 at night and sitting on your kitchen floor while watching a home decor competition show while you get to munch on a cookie that tastes like the hot chocolate you used to make when you needed a reason to live as a teenager. they don’t tell you about getting to eat another cookie while you think about capturing this moment in a mason jar and shipping it through time to your younger self who gets scared so easily by school and work and taxes and responsibilities and ideals. your younger self who wonders if there’s still comfort, still good things, and if you get to claim them for yourself at some point or if comfort is always a question of dependence. they don’t tell you about that, when for years we do nothing but dream about moments like these

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

history 101 💛

This was originally just supposed to be me having fun exploring what Ephemer would be like as a teacher but it got a bit out of hand in a good way (but I think I spent way too long on this lol)

Notes:

I wholeheartedly believe that teaching is Eph’s true passion. While writing Overmorrow, I came to realize that his role as a teacher/master is necessary in ensuring that light and the will of the keyblade lives on, but it’s also something he would just genuinely enjoy doing on a personal level. Aside from being able to infodump to his heart’s content (that’s a big deal! 😄), he can also help, inspire, and lead as a teacher! I think if he does actually establish the Keyblade order/academy in canon, it would be his pride and joy

Eph’s actual classroom may not have looked like kh3/dr’s, but I like to believe it was probably similarly designed. (He learned a lot about teaching from Hestia 🥰)

Lyra first appeared here :) the rest of the students are new, I made them up on the spot

my ass could not have handled making Overmorrow as a webcomic

[daincrediblegg]

God I had such a good art moment back in 2019. Bring me back to her please

[ram-to-the-ham]

Grief and Anger Hold Hands (they both love you)

“I miss him so much I feel sick with it.”

He says this as he’s sitting across from Nami. They’re both in the crows nest, she was on watch. (Specifically the second shift so it was extremely late as is, and the sun would be rising in a few hours.) When her captain had just suddenly climbed up into the crows nest. Completely silent.

These silences were new, albeit a bit sparse. And yet they were unnerving every time they happened.

His head tilted down as he continues.

“Red was his favorite color y’know?” His words jumble together, and slur. From lack of sleep or from seeping emotions Nami wasn’t sure. But they were spilling out like an overflowing rainwater bucket.

“Then it was orange, and he liked yellow sometimes too. But he also really loved blue.” He stops briefly before continuing. “We both had that in common.”

He’s picking at the soft worn sleep shorts. Pulling the loose threads and discarding them, he keeps going.

“Sometimes when we’re in crowds I’ll see someone who looks like him and it feels like I’m burning all over again.” He pauses and his eyes train on the worn wooden floor, they’re far away and glazed.

“Sometimes… sometimes.” His next words are a whisper, something even she’s not sure she’s supposed to hear. “I get so angry at him for leaving, that I wish I had never known him.”

He heaves a heavy breath, his next words stuttering. “Th-then maybe, it wouldn’t have hurt so much when he left. When he let me behind.”

She doesn’t know what his intention of coming up here and spilling his guts were. She’s not even sure if he’s coherent enough to understand that it’s her who’s up here and not someone else. But at the same time she knows he doesn’t want words of condolences or soft platitudes.

She knows this grief, has lived with it. Rage stored in a body with nowhere to go, and despair rattling around so loud in your head that you couldn’t hear anything else. Bellemere died young, and so did her innocence. The only thing she remembers ever desperately wanting during her youth was for someone to listen. For someone to be able to take on the cloying and volatile grief that was stored in her little body.

So she will listen to her captains despaired rambles. And hope that what little she offers will be a solvent to the identical whole left in her captains chest.

[vibesoda]

old god

[sol-draws-sometimes]

I am once again listening to the bright sessions, but just the Caleb episodes

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Man I gotta keep fighting bc how else am I gonna bother the wife about her AU’s unless I stick around?

[tbcanary]

i’m sorry for going on a bit of a bender but literally babs was the first one ted told about his heart condition, and also the reason why he went to get it checked out in the first place, and ted helped with birds of prey shit despite being retired, he took her out in the bug despite being retired, and she appreciated it in full in a way many people couldn’t because she’s a techie nerd just like him, and he could appreciate the work she put into her oracle displays, and they were just friends. they were just good, platonic friends, who loved and cared for and supported each other, and god i miss them.

[badlandsdeluxeedition]

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[sugarcarnation]

skk plus kouyou trio has taken over my brain

[none-tadashi-left-hiro]

I literally don’t know how to talk about and process this without sounding like some sort of weird incel but maybe that’s what’s going on

[cityoftheangelllls]

Last night I accidentally came across an uncensored GIF of Ronnie McNutt’s s**c*de.

I need to be wrapped like a burrito and snuggled ASAP.

[shiraru]

Got really into drawing my ocs as anime bugs

[hana-bobo-finch]

ouughhh I have survived the photography/writing camp……..I actually had fun but man I’m drained…..made a buncha photos and drawings that I’ll post when I get the chance. Also one of the pieces of writing that’ll be put in the final book compiling everyone’s work is a story about yorke sitting in a junkyard trying to be edgy fyifulfhjfhjkkhfghjc I didn’t mention any pikmin stuff by name but yeah. Unfortunately I won’t be able to get the final book until the end of the month but the second I get that thing I’m gonna show my beautiful Yorke story