#if they all sing all the parts

[usaigi]

Jake in the headspace while Marc is fronting: Hey Steven, do you want to sing "We Don't Talk About Bruno" and do all the parts with me?

Steven: Sure

Marc: Please don't

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when a character says the name of the episode

[sergle]

what I was talking abt earlier. we have fully looped back around and away from feminism, societally, whereas before it was very Feminism 101 to acknowledge that many parts of existing as a woman in a misogynistic society are painful and upsetting. not that being a woman is Inherently Negative in a bubble. but that living on this earth, in the conditions we're living in, is hostile to women. and that gender is a performance. that many of the Staples Of Femininity as accepted by society are things that you have to create and perform and mold artificially and aren't inherent, that COMPLAINING about day to day difficulties of existing as a woman is something that you're allowed to do. acknowledging these basic, again, feminism 101 things, that something tied to womanhood is more time consuming or more expensive or more dangerous Because Of The Problems. does not CREATE the problems. that when women complain about having to perform femininity, they are not, in fact, oppressing themselves. the call does not come from inside the fucking house. saying that you HAVE suffered does not fucking equate that you believe you SHOULD have suffered.

like I could talk about this for hours. how braindead and one-dimensional the Takes are getting. "being a woman is looking in the mirror and going fuck yeah i'm a woman" damn. I guess any negative experiences you have by living in a misogynistic world... are your fault if you are anything but positive? "you don't actually want liberation" we've fully gone back to telling feminists "you WANT to be oppressed" when anything negative about our society is pointed out. it's not real until I say it out loud, I guess, and then I'm actually the one who caused it. if anybody expresses any unhappiness with how they're treated or the status quo or the language and culture surrounding womanhood and femininity. they've created it, right that second. they invented it just now. it wasn't a problem before somebody complained, right? also trans women aren't braindead zombies who just follow the flow of whatever cis women around them say. I am pretty fucking sure they are very much aware of pain, and are MORE than aware of the swirling torrent of misogyny and standards of femininity than anybody else. actually. and I am pretty sure someone complaining on tumblr that being a woman means always putting on a performance is going to make someone change their mind about transitioning. also "performing femininity" as a necessity to being treated well as a woman is not fucking NEWS to your Local Trans Woman. I AM PRETTY SURE SHE GETS THE CONCEPT. using trans women as a scapegoat for this braindead perspective on gender politics is spineless, meritless, and pathetic.

[your-fave-is-christian]

Sharks (I know the “real life” rule, but when Creation sings in glory, will not a shark be part of the choir?)

All sharks from real life are Christian!

[lavaflowe]

“I can't afford to wait

Life's a procession that begins around the corner from the grave

Absurdity is all it is and then we're gone too fast

Felicity I strive for but it always waits beyond my grasp

In a foggy haze a holy being intensifies

And I pray to her to take me

And I beg for her to save me from myself”

[cryptrave]

working on lskb modern band au 😼

[skitskatdacat63]

Nando being silly in S2E2 of his doc 🥺

[thelostgirl21]

Me (based on having heard Hugh sing "Waterloo"):

"Well, yeah! Hugh seems to have a very good singing voice! But I don't understand why Joey would be intimidated by - "

"Oh. Nevermind!"

[sunnibits]

(guy who has been hyperfixated on izzy hands for two years voice) hey guys you may not have known this but I actually really love izzy hands

[pastafossa]

do you ever. think about. how matt would have been able to sense everyone getting turned into dust by thanos.

i can’t stop thinking abt it AND WHAT IF JANE—i can’t even finish that sentence okay bye

Oh do I ever. Because he'd hear it all: the first scream.

The next.

And then the next.

Growing and growing, until it seemed like the whole city, the city as a whole was crying out in terror, as if the bones of New York itself had each grown mouths, and with one gust of wind, the scent of an entire block, an entire neighborhood, miles and miles and millions and millions of bodies worth of terror filled his nose until he could barely smell his own fear, barely smell the sudden waft of dust as the small, fuzzy shape cowering beneath the bed whispers away.

He wouldn't know what it was at first, either. He'd hear the cars crashing for lack of drivers - strange, strange, where were the drivers? - and maybe a plane or two, massive ground-rumbling shrieks of twisting metal and flame as planes descending for landing or takeoff veered off course. He'd hear the dogs howling, the children wailing, the piercing alarms from the hospital blocks away as patients and doctors and nurses all fell away in the midst of injections and surgeries and CPR.

Worst of all: so many of those his sense passed across would just...

...vanish.

Where was his wife?

Fran next door was gone between one breath and the next, a half-full container of fish food falling to the floor.

Where is she?

He would stretch his senses farther. She'd gone out that day, helping to find people lost or trapped in rubble after the attack. That was what his wife did, what she always did, always sifting through the rubble afterwards, chasing the threads of bodies both living and dead. But she'd - she'd been coming home, so she'd be close, she should be coming home, she couldn't be far.

Later, he would seek penance for what he dared to pray.

Please.

The little boy walking his dog down the block went next, the whining terrier crouched uncertainly over a pile of dust suddenly smaller than he.

Not her.

The antique dealer across the street—

Please, anyone but her.

—the Johanas in your old building—

Not now. Not after we made it.

—and body after body, vanishing just as fast, faster even than his senses could race past, thousands, millions of gaping mouths shocked silent as they go to dust, and then...

"Matt?"

[dyke-ulaura]

people are so desperate for a queer jason they can project upon but they ignore the only real interpretation that still fits the themes of the show (transfem jason)

[orangesand-lemons-234]

newsies group 2 in carrying the banner, what in the mother fuck are you talking about???

[f-liner]

ok hear me out.

An animatic with “Ready as I’ll ever be” but with Nine as Varian. You get to choose the others.

[maskyartist]

okay still dont got anything new art-wise but im back to grindin at the explosive kingdoms comic

so heres some quick color refs! :D

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛