#in my heart atleast

[ramshitposts]

so obsessed with 12 he only interacted with queer women (and nardole) and then regenerated into a queer woman like wth was that

[druckers]

nothing cisgender about rogue characters

[slymanner]

hurt my heart why dontcha.

[shrimpricebowl]

oh thank god

[topnotchquark]

Carl Andre dead at 88, comfortable, rich, celebrated in the art world. Whereas Ana Mendieta never got to have her full life and express all that she wanted to explore through her art. Truly the petty injustice of life is cruel in such disappointing ways.

[brosif40]

I love this dog so much you don't even know 😭

[mainyqn]

Okay im too lazy to render this,

ISAT GANG AND THEIR POKEMONS BRAINROT YEAA!!

And some more doodles,

(and alot more whiteboard doodles!! Below!! )

At the time i drew this i didnt know loop actually got assigned some pokemons too so these were my interpretations (love the fact they did get jirachi tho, live laugh love)

I love them sm

[batsydoodle]

I wouldn't go as far as saying fanfiction rotted my brain but it certainly engraved ''truths'' deep enough in there that most times i consume official batman media with romance sprinkled in there i have a ''oh RIGHT! he's straight, i forgot about that'' moment. Like what do you mean Bruce isn't canonically bisexual?? Just look at him, that is the most Bi man I've ever seen! I'll accept repressed, but straight?! Unrealistic.

[dinxieyinxie]

"I'm here."

[zuzu-draws]

I think this is the panel that f's me up the most. How his face looked when Nanami is commenting on his last moments alive. What catches me off guard is how...raw his expressions look....

Oh Gojo what have they done to you.

[joron1a-stardustlor]

I was getting carsick by making this but idccc

CHERRISNAKE INCORRECT QUOTES

[kitkatriel]

4. Never meant to know

I'm finally done with this song- HOLY

[lyss-butterscotch]

My savior, galyeonhan yeoin-iyeo

Make me your God, I can give you everything

[wolfylch]

[louroth]

Lou I'm so sorry for this random thought but I had to leave it out in the open: remember that ask whose premise was a role swap between L and the hunter?

Just, what would they have thought of the 'puppet corpse' the Vicar brought, of her words about a celestial seemingly taking the hunter as their spouse?

"They're what?" Leith's one brow raises in interrogation as they pin the vicar with their stare, dark as night.

"A concubine."

It starts as a mere twitch in Leith's eye, their body perfectly still, hunched as they are over the body of the hunter like a mother of dragons protecting her young. There's a hitch in their breath as their eyes flicker to the hunters dead gaze, and then they start to rumble from deep within their chest, something terrible prowling in there, begging to be let out. Their eyes slowly travel back to meet the vicars, wanting nothing but to wipe the smug smile off her face. Without thinking, Leith flings a knife that grazes her serpentine torso before lodging into a pew. There’s a beat of stunned silence even as the knife rattles and the guards stiffen into readiness.

And then she laughs. Like it's genuinely funny. If Leith had any less self preservation, they'd plunge another knife into the vicars throat and listen to her gurgle, and then they'd laugh, too. They'd laugh and laugh and laugh.

Instead Leith clenches their jaw and hefts the weight of the hunter into their arms silently, as if it's no matter at all; as if their knees aren't buckling and their chest isn't being torn in two. They turn on their heel, walking out. The vicar snickers, stopping her guards with a waggle of her fingers.

She won't hear the promise Leith whispers into the deaf ears of the hunter. But she knows. Leith will stop at nothing to find them again.

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Leith buries the hunter beneath the tree they once climbed together as younglings, placing a palm against the trunk as if they could bleed it for memories. They kiss the earth where the hunter lay, and [whatever flower you associate with your hunter] begins to grow there the second they do. It breaks what little sanity Leith has left to see the first sprout break through the loose dirt, to then recognizing the bloom, and they rise then, slowly- like a new metamorphosis- they set their jaw and check their knives and then they walk into the forest, one simple goal in mind: to find what's theirs and take it back. Whatever it takes.

[pastadoughie]

2 stupid with computers to rlly feel welcome in old web communities 2 good with computers to handle being around ppl my age who cant handle having to unzip a folder 2 autistic about blinkies to exist around anybody inbetween