#im having Feelings

[lilydoesdrawsometimes]

I can't get this man out of my head PLEASE oh my god @blackkatdraws Narrator is literally such a girlboss it actually hurts. I saw them ask "why is this becoming a trend" and I counter claim: Why wouldn't it be? Anyways I started these at 2pm EST and finished them at 11 PM I'm weeping. Please enjoy this old man as much as I do - I can't promise this is the last time I draw him either.

[feelsmetal-alchemist]

I don't think ill ever quite get over this image. Milly's outfit is especially good.

[tapedsleeves]

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[lesbianfakir]

Fakiru were iconic because it’s like:

Duck: no one will ever really love me 😪 for I am just a duck 🐣 I’m not beautiful or graceful like princess tutu 👑🦢 really I’m just a burden 😞 and one day everyone I care about will forget about me and go on with their lives 😔

Fakir: *planning their wedding* ok so anyways do you prefer chocolate or vanilla for the cake? Actually wait can ducks eat chocolate? Would that make you sick???

[allegrabanner]

i’m probably not the first one to notice this, but it really breaks my heart that from chapter 17 onwards, thorfinn wears the clothes that the english woman gave him right before he signalled to askeladd and his crew to invade. she says they’ll be big for him, and she’s right - he more than grows into them. by the time askeladd is dead, he’s pretty much worn them out completely. and. i don’t know. just. thorfinn, consumed by rage, so much so that he doesn’t know anything but a quest for revenge, holding onto something like this is just. like i know he probably didn’t have that many other options, but he could’ve got a new set of clothes from any of the other villages askeladd and crew raided if he’d wanted to, but he didn’t. it’s like. he’s so used to the violence by this point, so consumed by hatred and so desperate for some sort of meaning to his emotions, but he wears a symbol of the one time someone was kind to him, and he knows without a doubt that he’s made her suffer. i. my heart goes out to him. because, i think that this is part of the reason he was able to bring himself back. because yes, he carried his father’s knife, and yes, he carried the knife of a man he killed, but he also carried the clothes, the warmth, the comfort, of the first person to look beyond his violence - look it in the face, even - and know that he could be someone so much better.

i just. this is, for me, what makes thorfinn so. i don’t know. i think, this is just a reminder that he is. still a child. and he’s not done growing up, but he’s done so much more and so much less of it than most. he’s an adult but he’s a child. and more importantly, there are people out there who are willing to help him be one. but he chooses not to be, even though he is, and that makes me. i don’t know.

i guess it’s because this marks a turning point for thorfinn. because in choosing to warn the woman who gave him clothes, food, care, and shelter, he is telling her that he doesn’t want the life of a viking raider. but in choosing also to still go through with askeladd’s plan, he’s saying that he does. and as he runs off to raid with askeladd’s men, he’s choosing to leave the english woman and everything she represents behind. but at the same time, he wears the clothes she gave him, right up until the end.

i don’t know. i have a lot of feelings about this scene and what it means. because yes, ultimately thorfinn does choose askeladd over the other possibilities, but he also, just for a moment… doesn’t.

[soupinaboot]

"Oh Clark is the sun!" "He's the brightest and the sunshine and the warmth and-"

I'm not gonna say you wrong, but have you considered that Superman physically can't survive without the sun? He basically photosynthesizes and needs the sun to keep him alive. In the same way he needs Batman to keep him alive, he can't live without him. His sunshine is Bruce, as he is to him. And he would sacrifice the people's sun if it meant he got to bask in his sunlight for even a second more.

And Bruce only ever hid from the brightness, never liked the chaos of the day. Found peace and tranquility in the quietness and stillness that only the moon was powerful enough to command. He felt the most protected and safe when under the light that was only worshiped by few. Superman is his only constant, the only one that can calm him down and treat him the way he's desperately wanted all his life. He doesn't hide from his moon.

No wonder he cares so much to protect only the night, and no wonder he trusts Clark to protect the day. The same way he trusts him to protect his heart like no other.

[greenteaandtattoos]

Laerryn and Loquatius’ love was so bright that they burned even brighter than the flames that consumed them

Keyleth and Vax’ildan’s love was so great that not even the depths of death and duty could truly keep them apart

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Donna losing her memories after taking the Doctor’s mind into hers vs. The Doctor losing their memories after taking the entire Matrix into theirs

[zalexetz]

do you think s5 jon ever tried to see original sasha. to know anything about her, to try and mourn property this time. did he ever sit still, trying to recall her face, only to be met with a stranger's one, that he subconsciously imagined as "sasha". did he stare, did he Know her features, her traits and little habits for hours at a time, only to forget everything the moment he's not Seeing. no matter how much time he spent, remembering the smallest details, for them to be once again replaced with that cursed face that wasn't her. did he ever miss someone he never could properly remember.

[raceispunk]

lying in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about how Daredevil season 2 episode 7 "semper fidelis" - eternally faithful - is the episode that breaks Matt and Foggy apart

[vodika-vibes]

I'm thinking about Jesse today~

He seems like the kind of guy who's protective in a daily sense. Like:

"Here, walk on the inside of the sidewalk, and let me walk closest to the street. Wouldn't want you to get hit!"

And

"Let me sleep closest to the door, darlin', that way I can react first if someone should break in."

And

"Let me grab that for you! No need for you to hurt yourself trying to move heavy objects when I'm here and willing to help!"

Also, his eyes crinkle when he smiles and it makes me melty.

[lilydoesdrawsometimes]

Did I say I was done? Bc I lied... I think I'm gonna draw him so many more times after this but I need to go write so maybe this is all for the day hahahaha (maybe) Once again this is @blackkatdraws ' Narrator design (idk if this pings/alerts you and im so sorry if it does lmao)

[countingstars-17]

CHARLES LECLERC - Imola GP 2022

Mark Sutton / IMAGO

[descendantofthesparrow]

The feral need to make out with someone rn

[a-todd-illustration]

TyLee, part of a matching set

I imagine that the only thing Ty Lee had going for her was that she was the princess' playmate, which is out of her control because she was only chosen due to her age. Her sisters are pretty, smart, poised, talented; everything a young lady of marrying age should be. Because Ty Lee chose to flourish in acrobatics while her sisters went into calligraphy or poetry, she's the black sheep of the sisters. Something they and her father remind her of constantly.

[cootcutebatkat]

Stan worked on that portal. For 30. Fucking. Years.

That's a long time.

He lost his brother one night. He tries to fix things. Nothing. The next night, he'll try again. Nothing. Next day becomes next week. Then another week. Another week. Another week. It's been a month. 30 days. 31 days. 32 days. 33 days. 40 days. 47 days. 50 days. 60 days. Two months. 62 days. 70 days. 77 days. 77 nights. 80 days. 80 nights. Three months.

It's not winter anymore. It's spring. Life is beginning again. Ford is still gone. Go back underneath. It's still cold. Three months and one night. Three months and one week. Four months. Five months. Six months. Sixer. Half a year. Sixer. Seven months. Eight months. Nine months. Ten months. Eleven months. Twelve months.

It's been a year. Still no Ford.

A year and a day. A year and a week. A year and a month. A year and two months. A year and three months. A year and four months. A year and five months. A year and six months. Sixer. A year and seven months. A year and eight months. A year and nine months. A year and ten months. A year and eleven months. A year and twelve months.

That's two years. Still no Ford.

Two years a day. Two years and a week. Two years and a month. Two years and six months. Sixer. Three years.

Three years and a day. A week. Three years. Three and a half. Six. Four years. Five years. Six years. Wouldn't it be something if I got him back at six years? Wouldn't that be something? Would he still laugh at that? Would he still laugh with me? Would he laugh at all? What happened to him. Seven years. Eight years. Nine years. Ten years. A decade.

A whole ass decade. I'm 37. I'm almost 40. What the hell. I haven't married anyone. I have no kids. I'm just an aging man stuck in a basement who knows fuck all about math. I can't even save my own brother.

Eleven years. Twelve years. Thirteen years. Unlucky number. Wouldn't it be funny if I got him back at thirteen years? Fourteen year. Fifteen years. Sixteen years. Seventeen years. Eighteen years. I wish you could see the kids. They're twins. Isn't that something? You're not here to see it. You're still not here. Nineteen years. Twenty years.

That's two fucking decades!! How much longer does this shit need to take!? How the hell am I getting nowhere with this shit? This is bullshit!! This is fucking bullshit!

...

Twenty years and a day.

Twenty years and a week.

Twenty years and a month. Two months. Three months. Four months. Five months. Six months. Seven months. Eight months. Nine months. Ten months. Eleven months. Twelve months.

Twenty-one years.

God, I'm so tired.

Twenty-two years.

Twenty-three years. Twenty-four years. Twenty-five years. Twenty-six years. Twenty-seven years. Twenty-eight years. Twenty-nine years. Thirty years.

You're back. You're home. I miss you. I love you.

Why the hell aren't you happy?

Thirty years. I was alone under the earth. Cold and dark and alone. I was in your house alone. Every day. Every night. Three fucking decades. Last time I saw you, you had brown hair. Now it's gray like mine.

Fuck you.