#idk i am rambling sorry

[lazylittledragon]

taking all my american followers by the shoulders. listen to me. just because you have a more promising candidate now doesn't mean you just assume it's going to be fine and don't bother voting. assuming trump wasn't going to win is how you got here in the first place so you go out and fucking vote for harris and give everyone a fighting chance.

also if you're still in the 'they're both as bad as eachother' delirium, please take your head out from between your cheeks and consider that your options are an imperfect president and the literal worst person alive who is going to get masses of people killed. i've said it like this before, but it's like deciding between maybe getting food poisoning or definitely having a brain aneurysm. take your pick i guess but don't be surprised when you drop dead.

[ningadudexx]

monkie kid season 5 major spoilers!!!!

if you have not seen lmk s5 yet then be warned!!! you can find uploads of s5 on youtube!!!

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season 5 got me skipping through meadows and singing with glee

[verflares]

collection of some loz origin au stuff i've been chipping away at for awhile now ^_^ with a healthy amount of dunmeshi insp for good measure LOL (the ooccoo isnt relevant she's just here for size comparison purposes)

feat my beloved good friend @linkvcr's hylia design also. because i am obsessed with her and you should be too 🫵

[800db-cloud]

i’ve been wanting to do this since day one

[saturnniidae]

HTTYD 2 is ten years old today, it was my first exposure to the franchise and despite its many glaring flaws i can't help but love it and hold it so close to my heart.

This scene is a great example of why.

I love it so much. It's a heart-wrenchingly beautiful reminder that as good as he is, Hiccup is not some perfect hero. He is still just a person, a flawed human being who has cracked under the pressure of his circumstances and is barely given time to grieve his fathers' death.

(I adore scenes like this — It humanizes characters so much more, and just adds to that layer of perceived realism.)

And you can see the regret on his face as soon as he says it. But in that moment he doesn't do anything about it; he's still processing Stoick's death, and he only snaps out of it when he sees Toothless is under the Bewilderbeast's control again and Valka has to hold him back from attempting to go after him.

What he said and did to Toothless there was a momentary lapse in judgment fueled by grief. And later, as he breaks Toothless out of the Alpha's control, you can see he feels terrible about it. About how, even if it was brief, he pushed away his best friend. And he loves Toothless so much.

The way he talks to him literally breaks me every time I rewatch it.

"It wasn't your fault, you'd never hurt him, you'd never hurt me."

"Please, you... are my best friend, bud. My best friend."

And when Toothless comes back he just looks so elated to see Hiccup.

Though, Something that's even crazier to me is the fact all this takes place over less than a week. Once he gets toothless back and Drago is defeated, he is immediately made chief. And with the state berk is in, he is given presumably no time to properly mourn Stoick, or to fully adjust to the presence of his mother.

(though I feel his and Valka's relationship will never be what it could've been. He knows she chose not to come back, and that is a blow to their newly formed and fragile bond that, as much as they love each other, is not something she can ever fully make up for.)

But at least through everything, since the beginning, the one real constant he's had has been Toothless.

They're friendship was built off a mutual feeling of out-of-placeness, then unconditional trust and unwavering loyalty.

they love each other so much it makes me wanna throw up

[honeyspotpie]

Hey thinking about how in both timelines all Nick ever wanted was to make his father proud. Adapting and modeling his personality after his father, be it Glenn or Jodie. Because the only thing he ever wanted was his father's love. Thinking about how we can assume that Glenn did the same thing to appease Bill. Thinking about the fact that Taylor also wanted his father's love but never changed or remodeled his own personality and interests to receive said love. Thinking about the fact that he realized that his own sense of self is far more important than receiving artificial feelings of pride from a man who didn't even bother to get to know him. He finally broke the cycle. Yeah

[sophsicle]

in the last few days i have had comments on choices complaining about smoking and underage drinking like. let me write about my vices in PEACE. yes i am trying to corrupt the youth actually. i think u should all be drinking and smoking 24/7. brush your teeth with a bottle of jack as the great philosopher kesha once said.

[ridragon]

i want to breathe underwater and resist the oceans pressure, i want to get lost in the infinite nothingness, the calm, the hundreds of miles below and above me, alone and unafraid, drifting wherever, swimming across a vast emptiness, going down as it gets darker and darker, and getting to see the stranger and stranger creatures, colder and colder. the comforting numbness, the thousands of tons of pressure, the mother ocean surrounds me, i am full of water and the water is full of me and i am ali e in the infinity

[bandtrees]

they would get divorced in one universe just to find eachother in another one

alternatively titled: sometimes you're the level-headed token flesh-head impulse-control-and-polycule-member of a stubborn, eccentric, and hearty telephone-headed drug addict, and there's cruelty in the world you deem fit to suicidally fight, and that either goes about as well as you'd expect it to, or you learn about love and the value of your life and junk along the way

[allthegothihopgirls]

as much as he wasn't around often for jason's robin era, dick's still the only one that jason thinks really gets what he's been through. part of it's an understanding that they both felt and went through very similar things. i think jason grows to be comforted by the way dick always just seems to *know* when it comes to him.

although i think in the past jason was annoyed and felt belittled at the way dick seemed to know him better than he did himself, without even knowing him on a very personal level. but i think jason would learn to understand that dick's 'all-knowing' doesn't come from being the smartass, better version of him. it comes from the way he relates to him, both trauma-wise and experiences-wise.

of course, i think noticing the lack of individuality even in his flaws would bother jason, especially when it just serves to add another layer of unoriginality to his robin. he feels compared to dick enough, so learning they were meant to be pretty much carbon copies of each other is pretty rough for him, and makes breaking out of dick's shadow borderline impossible

although i think the bonding point that would have won jason over is how bruce always tried to raise them by relating his trauma to theirs. i think jason has a revelation when dick brings this method of bruce's parenting up for the first time, and the fact that it did not work at all. that's also when jason realises that although he's never truly related to bruce when he's tried to level with him about that stuff, him and dick are practically the same people, and it's hard not to get him.

[fauxbia]

thoughts on iterators and divinity. disclaimer it is after midnight and I am copy pasting this directly from a crazed discord dm ramble, so . it probably has a lot of repeating myself and general incomprehensibility in there. I’ve got my tinfoil hat on and everything

anyway me when. me when . “Godlike in comparison.” me when iterators. manmade gods trapped in cages of their own flesh. so completely powerless that they cannot be divine. so unfathomably powerful that they cannot be anything less an iterator is not a god and yet they are the size of mountains, and yet they level the land and fundamentally transform the environments around them an iterator is not a god and yet they know and see and hear and do more than we can ever comprehend, every thought that we can ever have in our lifespans can be ruminated on at length by an iterator over the span of a week, at most. more likely a day an iterator is not a god and yet they have an avatar and yet they decide the life and death of every thing within its domain and yet the only thing that can kill one is another, and time. and both are an incomprehensible feat. (and yet their death is inevitable, for they are no more immune to time than us)

but they operate and exist solely within the bounds set for them but they have no power beyond their concrete, limited domains but they cannot move or see or live in any way that we can define but even the escape, the ascension they were created to provide is completely beyond them by design

an iterator is not a god!!! but!!! they were made to resemble gods and act as gods to the world below. they are Gifts to the World made to enlighten it and bring it to ascension. they are beyond mortal comprehension. if that is not divinity, then what is? yes there are forces greater than them. obviously. but even the most fallible, the most innocent, the most shortsighted and impotent of deities is still a deity

an iterator is not a god. we have caught a glimpse of what might be the “gods” of rain world and they all dwell below, far below the iterators’ domains. but they were made in the likeness of gods and a facsimile resembles what it was made after does a being (however artificial) made in the image of the divine not inherit divinity?

like the ancients didnt make them to ascend themselves. they had the void fluid and clearly that was good enough for them. the ancients made them to enlighten and ascend the entire world in their wake even if they failed and were always going to fail because by definition that is a fundamentally impossible task, is being created for such a purpose not grounds for divinity in its own right?

how ironic that they are incapable of ascension. how cruel.

[lazylittledragon]

right now i'm very torn between "taking critique is important as an artist and it's not an attack on me personally" and "people commenting about my same face syndrome under my posts upsets me an unreasonable amount and i wish they would stop doing it"

[stressfulsloth]

Thinking about Disco Elysium and stars. Something about communal experience and simultaneous isolation, hope and idealism, fear and beauty and terror and burning. The inherent horror in the vast romantic starscape of the sky, the melancholy and loneliness inherent in the untold distance, a communal experience of something too enormous to fathom. Stars bear witness to humanity, to the millions of tiny people crawling on the face of Elysium. They watch the people, and the people watch back, and make up stories about the stars. Stars symbolise love, hope, something unreachable and unattainable.

The way that the light of the stars reaches every single being in Elysium, from human to phasmid, but no matter how far it reaches it is still a cold and distant glow, always on the verge of going out. A moral brilliance, a holy light to strive towards, something always at risk of burning out, but there's a dichotomy too. A duality between the stars as brutal unfeeling observers, moralists even, like the aerostatics flying overhead, tiny dying lights that watch impassively over every terrible thing in the world, and the flipside; stars as the burning kernels of hope, furious burning flames that parallel Harry and his golden-orange forest fire nature. Stars as the light of communism, the star-and-antlers. They're hope and dreams- a million years in the stars. Rockstars and superstars. The light of a brighter future (however short-term that future might be) coming towards them at the end of the tunnel. It makes me think of Sacred and Terrible Air and the light pollution in Vassa- ending light pollution as the world ends. "You may laugh at this, but in the evening, when the big world in the distance swells into a bloody maelstrom, families come out into the street in Vaasa and are insignificant together. Only distant explosions disturb the deep peace of the winter night, its flawless starry sky. Everyone watches, heads tilted back." The stars are a shared experience. Something that everyone watches, insignificant together, when there's nothing more that can be done. Light in the face of darkness, community in the face of inevitability. Togetherness. The stars are there in the church with the ravers. They're there watching Harry and Kim together. Insignificant together. In dark times, should the stars also go out?

[piquuroblox]

ae gets jumped by an arts and crafts sibling (again) and literally dies this time

[targarrus]

does it look okay? i cant tell anymore

anyway nace jordan

[vhvrs]

revamped morty prime n rick c137 from this bc i wasnt happy w how i drew them. not repeating most hcs mentioned there but elaborating on a few