#i got the corner of shame....

[tw1nkee28]

Uhhhh- discord, wb, and magma shenanigans..???? We're sane I promise-

[parisoonic]

its not my fault i keep playing against Daniel Day-Lewis mfs

[sockeyesoren]

Who let the dogs out

[remarcely]

I think everyone has realised by now how cinematically beautiful Season 2 of Loki is, but there's one scene I want to focus on for a second, and that's Sylvie's scene in the record shop.

Not only does this section of Season 2 Episode 5 have some incredible visuals and works of CGI unheard of with Marvels rushed standards, but it explains so perfectly Sylvie's realization and understanding without a single word voicing her own thoughts.

Sylvie got out. She left the TVA, got a normal job, a normal life, and a normal friend; Lyle. A regular non-variant human friend who owns a record shop. This was her reward.

Something important to remember about Sylvie is that she was labelled as 'Variant' and taken to be killed by the TVA when she was a child, around the age of ten. She has spent over half of her life running in fear, which turned quickly into anger at the injustice of her fate. What do you think happens when you tell a child they have no right to exist? No one even remembers why she was taken.

She's earned this life of absolute blessed nothing, but that doesn't make the previous decades vanish. So she buys records, feels through music, and after slipping back into the never ending cycle of the TVA she goes to Lyle's store and puts on a sad song. She sinks into the leather couch, closes her eyes, and feels- a privilege she has only been allowed since she quite literally killed for it.

Then everything falls apart. The universe around her decays, she watches Lyle dissipate into strings, and is reminded of everything the small child inside her is begging to forget.

Sylvie is alone and is forced to acknowledge the one truth, through out all of space and time, that she can never out run.

The universe does not care.

It doesn't care that she's been fighting for as long as she can remember, that she it tired, and it doesn't give a single damn about what she is owed. Bad things happen all the time and there is no single person out there, directing them to the bad people as if they're checking off a list. Destiny is not justice. It's not even a roll of the dice. It's a case of the right place and the right time.

And Sylvie knows that she is one of the very few people that has the power to change at least this, the strings and collapse of the multiverse. Somewhere out there, there are thousands of Sylvie's and each one deserves the chance to live as much as her.

So, as her record swirls up into nothingness, she makes up her mind. A glowing orange portal opens behind her and she leaves, back to the TVA.

The colours and music express the melancholy of this decision so well, because this isn't some heroes epiphany. None of these characters are heroes, they are tricksters, variants, and people who worked for the system that wiped out truly countless lives. They are the people who were in the right place at the right time and saw fit to change that.

Loki Season 2 gives what may be one of my favourite discussions about power and the people that wield it. It is not a thing to be craved, it is something to be suffered. Power isn't fun, it's not meant to make you happy, it is simply something that must be carried on your shoulders as a burden.

All of these characters lose something so that others can have the blessing of existence. They may regain it again later on, like Sylvie having chance number who-knows what at a regular life in the finale, but that doesn't negate the lifetime of suffering that exists in her shadow, always with her and one step behind.

Loki didn't have a happy ending, but it did have the right one.

[sinnabunii]

Hunting dogs light novel when?

[irregularbillcipher]

not the most amazing pictures on the planet, but i'm going to be tabling a big convention for the first time ever in a few weeks and all my acrylic stuff is finally here from the manufacturer!

[hp-lonesome-actual-art]

UHM. UH. More messy rushed doodle collection from today. I will not confess to anything my mouth is sealed shut. Most of it is mindless fun; nothing to do with brainstorming storylines or being worried about staying canonical to how his character is typically presented. Head empty no thoughts since I desperately needed a break from animating again

…but yes to answer your question I’m a bit deranged about him please keep scrolling

[t4tpumpkinduo]

so sorrey i'm still thinking abt that the trenches yr in when yr a fan of a fandom hated character. cschlatt they did NOT DESERVE YOU 💥💥💥

[floraleevee]

Accidentally scared a dude outside the gym into thinking I summoned a hawk to attack him 😭

[ndostairlyrium]

✨ Wip Wednesday ✨

I was tagged by @shivunin and @greypetrel 💛 you literal angels!! 

-On the top left we have some progress on the current priority you’ve seen in the last wip thingie. Same goes for the 👀 picture, but I’ve just thrown some quick colors on it to have at least that partially done and called it a day, because time is greedy;

-Central part is dedicated to ideas, because I’m planning that famous “1 pic feat my OCs a day” and I want to have everything ready before doing so - at least concept wise lol Hence the outfit studies I’m doing for Ela and Lav you can see on the right << will I complete them? Yes, but it will take a bit;

-Bottom right, more like we don’t talk about Bruno 🤫

I’m tagging whoever replies to this post with their favorite gif of an animal being stupid not only because my moots have already been tagged by multiple people but also because I know some people want to do this and they never get tagged <<

[loptrcoptr]

I’ve finally reached the point in my ncis rewatch where I’ve hit the episode i was an extra in and it’s… weird watching it 10 years later. I can still remember it really well (I mean obv, I was obsessed at the time, and mark Harmon was the nicest tv celeb I ever met, and they served swordfish for inch that day which was incredible…) but it feels so dissociative? I still have the jacket I’m wearing, and I remember every other item of clothing I had on (along with several of the accessories on other background/my friends) but I look at me in this scene, and it doesn’t feel like it’s me anymore. I keep looking at my calves and being like ??? Look how skinny my legs were lmao whose legs are those (behold, baby Loptrcoptr (orange pants), a year prior to learning the heiti “Loptr” in the first place)

Anyway, I would like to send out a ten year late apology to Cote de Pablo for staring at her in the lunch line, I’m not subtle lmao and I also snuck a peak at the squad room and autopsy. To anyone who is still around from The Old Days, I miss all our NCIS chats and threads, thems were good times.

[theletterwsarseflap]

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[monty-glasses-roxy]

I have found more sillies to put on the eventual 'shit I found on the FNaF Wiki' post I plan on doing...

[spektrier]

Hi krooks ate my phone but I'm back now

[morororinnnn]

AU LORE DUMP AGAIN?!! (after so long)

this one is specifically On the topic of some post i made saying one of the Non agents or cbv characters had PTSD?? so i had art block a bit and forgot to draw that so ill explain it instead.

(little to no highlighting bc i just wanna lore ramble hehe)

Tartar has mostly recovered (partly since it doesn’t remember much bc of the damage the magenta ink and the hit from the wail and whatever screwed it up!!!!) so it’s not really the point of interest.

but Grizz does still have very prevalent PTSD. mainly from a few different things (experiments, seeing his legit family and species and others ermmm not alive), however he’s still trying to recover from the events of ROTM. mainly the rocket battle.

In my opinion, if he has human like intelligence he must still have some animal instincts and mindset in there right. so with that the trauma of getting hurt repeatedly, harshly (being bitten, choked, having pieces although weird fuzzball things but still connected to your skin ripped off/sploded) and being maybe in a general state of panic must’ve caused SOMETHINH to go off.

therefore when he returned to Alterna (the only place he really calls home tbh) to recover and get back to managing his work and whatever, he got to experience the full effect of the delayed reaction he had—more like he hid his fear, panic, and/or “less professional” emotions/state of mind in hopes of it just going away after a while.

Yet when he got back and had some nightmare abt the whole event (vivid and painful as ever), he couldn’t suppress the overwhelming emotions any longer—which manifested in somewhat of a panic attack.

Anyway O.R.C.A. was able to calm him down and talk to him about it (although with a LOT of prodding and prying, since he wouldn’t admit to the vulnerability)

He now currently occasionally gets nightmares and brief flashbacks from that day, but it’s getting better with O.R.C.A.’s help (though much much slower). (flashbacks for him often manifest as visual) (feelings of panic and said flashbacks can be caused by triggers such as vacuums, anything that reminds him of the song played that day (so like calamari inkantation or smth), or even just supposedly minuscule objects like a globe, chilly air, stars, etc)).

Tartar, Callie, and Neo 3 are aware of his condition and try their best to not do anything that could possibly discomfort him or cause him panic. He doesn’t want them to tell the rest of the NSS bc he doesn’t want to be perceived as weak (also he thinks they’ll use it against him).

also O.R.C.A. is pretty good with accommodating and assisting those with neurological disorders / disabilities in general, so they don’t mind helping him on days he’s not doing so well.

A/N:

(i did an unholy amount of ptsd research for this. health class be darned, i learned more abt this in about 3-4 hours research than i did in my whole semester wth)🤦

[yueebby]

12:03 pm  — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo tries to convince his first years that he was able to pull you.

contents. fluff, crack??, whipped!gojo, mentions of having a kid, he is SO in love with his wife it's disgusting, the first years are sick of their teacher

“[name] sensei is a good looking woman, isn’t she?” yuji remarked, nonchalantly propping his feet up on the desk. “you think so too, right gojo sensei?”

a sly smile played on the corners of gojo's lips, eventually blossoming into a wide, dreamy grin. “good eye yuji! she's undeniably the most beautiful woman on this planet.”

megumi, seated at the desk beside yuji, couldn't hide his grimace.

nobara's expression mirrored that of a disgruntled sea urchin. “dream big, you two. she’s way outta both of your leagues.”

“she is, isn’t she?” gojo sighs dreamily, his gaze far away. a dopey grin settles over his face; like a man walking on air. it was deeply unsettling to the first years to see a grown man behave this way.

megumi rolled his eyes and muttered his disapproval, choosing to ignore his sensei, who had casually seated himself backwards on a chair.

gojo propped his chin with both of his palms, leaning closer into the first years students. “do you think i’d stand a chance with a woman like her?”

megumi buried his face in his hands, audibly groaning in response.

“a sensible woman like that and you? fat chance.” nobara deadpanned, squinting disapprovingly at her teacher. her negative comments elicit a grunt from the snow-haired man.

yuji’s eyes flit nervously from kugisaki to gojo. 

“sensei! i think you have a chance with [name] sensei!” yuji tried to reassure his white haired teacher, offering a thumbs-up. gojo responded by affectionately ruffling yuji’s hair.

megumi couldn’t help but speak up. “she’s a married woman, you know,” he mutters to his friend.

yuji’s eyes widened,  “you’re kidding! who do you think got the honor?” 

“but she’s so young!” kugisaki exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table. 

their discussion is cut short when the shoji doors of the classroom slide open abruptly.

with hands on your hips, you stood sternly before your first year students and their teacher, an air of authority about you.

satoru couldn't help but gulp; you were indeed captivating when you were upset. it’s not his fault that you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow and you puff up in anger.

“i waited for half an hour in the courtyard to start today’s lesson and yet here i find my students, along with their sensei who should be in kyoto for a meeting.” a wry smile graced your lips, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. the three first years bowed their heads in shame.

yuji thinks this is the first time he’s seen his teacher nervous. a bead of sweat appears on the side of gojo’s face.

“honey!” he quickly stands up and walks towards you. with every step he takes, nobara’s face scrunches up at his disgusting conduct. 

“don’t.” you warned, raising a finger up to keep satoru at an arm’s length. he respected your wishes to some extent, grasping your hand and placing it within the hold of his own. the diamond on your ring finger glistened as satoru toyed with it.

gasps filled the room as yuji and nobara observed the display of affection. just how inappropriate could their sensei get, and why were you allowing it? what would your husband think?

satoru tenderly caressed your hand in his, cradling it as he leaned in closer. “please forgive me; it was an honest mistake.”

“honest mistake my ass. yaga told me that this is the second meeting you’ve skipped out this month,” you stated, peering fiercely into his blindfolded eyes. satoru’s cocky demeanor wavered, replaced by a nervous chuckle.

“the first time was when i took you to naha, remember?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “and if i remember correctly, you enjoyed our night out,” your eyes widened, recalling the romantic trip satoru had organized. 

feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you attempted to pull away, but his grip on your hand tightened.

“forgive me?” his voice softened, lips curving downward, giving him the appearance of a dejected kitten.

a sigh escapes your lips. he was going to be the death of you.

“fine. but this is the last time,” you warned, “and you owe me for covering for you.”

satoru straightened up, nodding fervently. “have i mentioned how much i love you?” wrapping an arm around you, he placed a kiss on the top of your head, despite your futile attempts to stop him.

“this is…” yuji’s jaw dropped.

“so inappropriate! shame on you!” nobara’s chair makes a harsh screech with how fast she leaves it to come to your aid. 

“kugisaki–” you attempted to calm her down, but she clung to your elbow, desperately trying to pry you from satoru’s embrace.

satoru’s hold on you tightened as he wrapped his other arm around your frame, pulling you close. he plops his chin on top of your head and resists nobara’s attempts to free you. like hell he’s letting anybody take his girl, not even his own student.

“crushing on a married woman is one thing, but to openly flirt with her– ” kugisaki struggled. you tilt your head in confusion. 

satoru’s strong arms flexed as he fought to maintain his hold on you. he nuzzled your neck. “’m fine right here,” he inhaled deeply, as if trying to take in as much of you as possible.

“[name] sensei! how can you stand there and let this man disrespect your marriage?!” nobara implored, wide-eyed, disregarding all respect she had for her teacher.  “how will your husband react when he finds how gojo sensei behaves around you?” she looks desperate, and you want to laugh at the sincerity behind her actions. you get it now.

only your idiot husband would pull a stunt like this.

“i hope your husband can fight because i’m willing to fight him to the death for your hand,” satoru mutters from your neck. you take your hand from nobara’s shoulders to shove the six-foot-three giant away.

“you seriously didn’t tell them, satoru?” you ignored his whiney protests as you created distance between the two of you. 

“tell us what?” kugisaki demanded. yuji was on the edge of his seat, nervously watching the unfolding scene, while megumi put his head down in embarrassment.

satoru looks at you with a deep frown on his face. uncertainty clouds your mind as his silence forebodes something. wetting his lips with his tongue, he quickly closed the gap between you, too fast for you to escape. a secure hand rested on your lower waist as your husband dipped you down to deepen the kiss. 

had you not been so absorbed into the kiss, you would have heard the scandalized gasps from your students.

you managed to place a hand on his chest to separate yourselves, “satoru, stop.” his eyes remained fixed on your lips, but he complied.

“yuji, nobara.. satoru and i are–” you hold up your ring finger for display.

“happily married!” your husband finished for you, a triumphant smile on his face. he squeezed you close, throwing up a peace sign. “been madly in love since i met her!” 

“what– no way! you pulled her?!” nobara spluttered, head whipping from satoru to you, unable to wrap her mind around the revelation.

yuji’s jaw is still on the floor, “megumi, you knew about this?!”

the sea urchin looks the other direction, avoiding his friends’ judgemental gazes.

“they… raised me.. sorta..” he mumbles under his breath. your heart melts at his confession. unlike you, the other first years don't take too kindly to his comment, as they start shaking him by the shoulder and starting their own interrogation.

“and we did a good job too! don’t you think we’re ready for our own?” satoru smiles down at you jokingly, his hands snaking around your waist and his hands sneaking onto your stomach. he leaves a couple of soft pats. 

“you’re cuter when you’re quiet, y’know?” you whispered. taking advantage of your students' attention on megumi, you place a single finger on his lips, hoping your husband does not notice the way your face feels like it is on fire. 

he does.

“no need to be shy now,” satoru said, grinning wolfishly, “we’ll continue this at home.”

your face flushes even deeper.

unbeknownst to you, the first years had fallen silent, observing how gojo whispered in your ear, successfully turning you into a flustered mess. perhaps they should give more credit to their sensei.

notes. not proof read (oh no). this was just a random scenario that has been plaguing my mind during halloweekend so i typed it on my phone at a party LOL this is me desperately trying to get out of my writing slump