#bc its not for lack of trying!!!

[escapades-to-rivendell]

hey siri how do I stop the constant feelings of isolation and loneliness from tearing my heart open every day?

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 6

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 2] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 4] [Pt. 5]

[ruporas]

soft (and some bittersweet)

[zevranunderstander]

number #1 tactic that people use to not sound as racist as they are when they talk to black people: 'uhh so you AMERICANS need to stop pretending everything is about YOU. why should i know this im not from the us :/' (= is talking about like. a phenomenally internationally well-known black artist)

[xamaxenta]

@jaditestuff ty for your commission request, i swear to god i tried so many iterations of adding in yoru and i really couldn’t figure it out im super gomenasorry i hope shanks looking handsome and holding hawky is enough to distract you from this error of ways 🥺🙏🏽

[time-is-restored]

anyone else thinking about how us crows canonically reacted to that diorama in the aquarium? like. imagine being q!phil, desparately trying to convince himself that none of this is happening and his dreams are just dreams... while all of the crows surrounding you are going NUTS

vocalising, ruffling their feathers, flapping their wings - immediately and viscerally reacting to all of the trappings of endlantis and the king.

im just. can you even imagine trying to process that. imagine ur kid wakes up and can't see any of the shit that's driving you + ur entire murder to hysterics, even when they're all Clearly reacting to... something in the aquarium. imagine phil trying to say he's fine and that he just needs air while the crows are fucking RIOTING.

we knew + were shouting abt the king and endlantis LONG before q!phil was able to acknowledge it. and the dissonance of that is just,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, OGH!

[chronophobica]

that’s not blue eyes white dragon ‼️‼️

[newtlesbian]

going further. franks child self was living in that one room with a strange weirdo boy he dreamed up but never really had. now his inner child isn’t alone anymore. he plays games with his real charlie in their terrible one room apartment. getting weird with it and being okay with being weird no matter what everyone on the outside might think. sharing a bed together to feel the comfort in being close to that

macs child self had charlie the whole time. inseparable. a package deal. the most genuine connection and comfort in both of their neglected tiny lives. not just because they were otherwise alone. decades later theyre not going anywhere. now their inner child rides bikes together they throw rocks at trains together they teach each other about the world just like they needed so desperately in old times

dennis’ child self never had charlie. not until highschool. but that was exactly when he experienced his csa. his inner child found charlie at the exact right moment. caught him when he fell. he got his child self back through charlie just as he lost feeling. and now what do the two of them do together? they go recreate memories and recapture lost youth with a mutual unspoken understanding of why

they all need charlie. relaxing into his genuine youthful energy lets them feel that way again.

[spoopdeedoop]

i like ur art style. yours faces give off cat vibes btw

taking this as a compliment bc i like cats

[stealingpotatoes]

How did the empire rise in your wonderful Anakin raises leia AU?

aw I'm so glad you think it's wonderful!! RotS doesn't happen too different for the most part, but Anakin just reports Palpatine, Mace & Co go to kill Palps and get their asses kicked and Palps orders Order 66 and the Empire rises without its numero uno scary guy Darth Vader

[skellydun]

this is such a weird thing to ask but did anyone dress their pet up for Halloween and wouldn't mind sharing a picture with me lmao I'm in charge of our charity cutest pet Halloween costume contest at work and we're not getting a lot of submissions and the deadline is tomorrow and it's my part for the committee so I wanted to submit a photo but dONT HAVE ONE!!

[pasta-pardner]

undead nightmare pinups

[holedyke]

going to the dentist tmr for the first time in 5 years. and at 8am no less

[sankt-jesper]

thank you @the-writing-mill for reminding me of Cross Guild canon height difference 🎪

ID under the cut

[ID: Fanart of Buggy the Clown, Sir Crocodile and Dracule Mihawk from One Piece. Crocodile is in the middle: he's grinning with his eyes closed and a cigar between his teeth. He's squishing Mihawk against him, with his right hand on Mihawk's right shoulder and his left arm around Mihawk's torso touching his jawline. He's leaning his right temple against Mihawk's forehead. Mihawk is staring up at him and has his kogatana pointing at Crocodile's collarbone. He's glaring and seems to be talking; he looks unhappy, contrary to Crocodile. Buggy is peeking at Mihawk behind Crocodile's left shoulder with a hidden grin; his eyes are very wide and he seems excited. /END ID]

this is just so funny to me

[ID: Screenshot of Dracule Mihawk, Buggy the Clown and Crocodile from the One Piece anime. They're standing next to each other, with their canon heights indicated. Mihawk's height is 198cm; Buggy's is 192cm; and Crocodile's is 253cm. /END ID]

[even-disco-baby]

YOU — “No. There is still a chance.”

DOLORES DEI — “You think so?” Her voice is weary.

EMPATHY — Everything about her is weary. She is the Innocence of weariness, of heroically borne suffering.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — That is the picture you have painted for yourself, at any rate.

YOU — “You looked back. That’s the memory, the moment, that I can’t stop returning to. You looked back. I had a chance, for just that moment…”

DOLORES DEI — She meets your eye, gaze still forever cast back over her shoulder. Time stops. The stars are stilled, the ocean silent. There is *nothing* beyond this memory. Nothing at all. All of infinity is contained in this single moment when anything and everything was possible.

“Oh, Harry…” She sighs, soft as eiderdown. “We never had any chance.”

And just like that, the wave of time collapses under its own weight, obliterating everything. This moment was six years ago. She is gone from here. Gone, gone…

PAIN THRESHOLD — You cannot leave. There was nothing outside of this moment, and now there is nothing at all. It’s all gone. There is no point. I’m sorry. I can’t do this any longer.

VOLITION — Please, don’t say that…

“Okay. Well, fuck me, then.”

“How would *you* know?! You gave up! You didn’t even try!”

“We *must* have had a chance, at some point… Doesn’t everyone get a chance, if nothing more?”

“How could you say that…?”

DOLORES DEI — “Because it’s true,” she says, matter-of-fact. “There is no moment in time that you can turn back to, no branching paths, no infinity. There is only what happened. I looked back… and then away.” She closes her eyes, turning her back to you.

“The moment ended. *We* ended. That is all.”

SHIVERS — A wave crashes against an unseen shore, ocean spray tickling the back of your neck. You shiver, but no one shivers with you. You are alone in this intersection. Why are you here?

“Why can’t *I* end?! Why can’t this all just stop? Please, make it stop…”

“Ended? I’ve barely even started! I got a chance to start completely over as somebody new! I don’t need you anymore! You’re just dead weight to me now.”

“No. That wasn’t the real ending. We’re a part of something so much bigger than this intersection, telling a story that encapsulates all of history! There’s *more* to this, it *means* something.”

“Then… What am I supposed to do now…?”

DOLORES DEI — “No, Harry.” She turns back to you again now, and she looks… sad.

“We were not metaphors. We were people. Our narrative was not intelligently designed. It simply followed the patterns of history, because those are the only patterns we *know.* We tried to create something new, but we failed. There is no narrative reward for our failure, no satisfactory ending. There is only the immutable past and the unknowable future.”

RHETORIC — There is no assurance of what is good or deserved or what may bring relief. There is no assurance of punishment, either. There is no assurance of anything. Not even of a future. I don’t know what to say to make this bearable.

VOLITION — Even so… As long as you live, *something* is promised. Can you live with that?

I can’t, I just can’t do this anymore…

I can. It’s enough.

I don’t know. I just don’t know.

I can at least try for a little longer…

VOLITION — That’s all I ask. That’s enough.

[3416]

i don't root for connor mcdavid's failure bc i personally want to see him suffer... i mostly root for his failure bc it forces hockey media and fans to confront the idea that you can be a phenomenal hockey player and still not singlehandedly drag your team to a cup the way you used to be capable of in this league. it's more competitive and harder and the average skill level is so much higher... it forces people with these insane mindsets to confront the fact that the best player of this generation may never get near the cup but that shouldn't diminish his talent or what he's brought to his team. not that i think it will genuinely change any of the discourse about this sport, but i wish more people would admit the luck and the randomness that needs to occur for the ultimate victory. doesn't make everyone's achievements or their dedication to the sport worthless.