#rediscovering life

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

I’m scared because I’ve lived my life wanting to die most of the time, and now that I don’t ...

[moomatahiko]

[mabbbish]

s9 noodles and leftovers

[wachinyeya]

Chel snakehead (also known as Channa amphibious)

​A rare fish species thought to be extinct for 85 tears was just rediscovered in India. The last sighting of the Chel snakehead (also known as Channa amphibious) was recorded from specimens collected between 1918 and 1933 in the Himalayan region of India, leading scientists to believe the species had died out. “Commonly known as the Chel Snakehead, this large and vibrant species is distinguished by chrome-yellow to orange stripes, a bright neon patch beneath the eye, and the highest number of lateral-line scales among all snakeheads of the Gachua group,” says Thackeray Wildlife Foundation.

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

Dance untill the sun sets

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ID: A digital drawing of the Lamb and Narinder from the video game Cult Of The Lamb, dacing over a blue background. The Lamb is drawn with a short ponytail, wearing white shorts and a red top with short sleeves, as well as arm and leg guards. Their back is facing Narinder who is holding one of their hands up above their head. Narinder is drawn as his follower form, wearing wide pants and a red shirt with wide, shoulder-length sleeves. Both characters are smilling and have a slight blush over their face.

[inkyrainstorms]

There was this post I saw a while back about Stanley Pines and drawing - and how it would be really cool if he was good at technical art, and the art we see him make is a heavily stylized cartoonish style based on his own childhood work, that its an artistic choice. and it was a really, really good idea! I love Stanley getting to keep this hobby for himself throughout his life of hiding and changing who he is, letting that little kid develop and grow in while the world moves on without him.

But while I was reading it, i couldn't help but think about how cool it would be if... after Weirdmaggedon and after Stan Pines becomes Stanley Pines again, for the first time since he was seventeen years old or even younger, Stanley Pines picks up a pencil again. He hadn't done this for the sake of doing it in many, many years. Not the way he did as a kid. The kid that drew, that smiled without pain, that daydreamed for the sake of it. That kid had been buried under forty years of hardship, buried and left behind.

But when he pried up the pain, dug through the memories and found that kid again, that kid who got to be with his brother every day without any notion of a life otherwise, he was still alive.

Barely.

But still there.

He picked up the pencil, and drew.

And it wasn't anything special. It could hardly be constituted as good, even. But it was his in a way nothing had been in a long, long time.

Even his life's work was under the wrong name. He hadn't signed off his own art under his own name in over forty years.

And it was a rough, rough start. He wasn't proud of any of it, at first, except his brother never scoffed or told him digging up childhood mementos and dreams was foolish. His brother knew better. His brother told him he should do what he wants to do.

And so he does.

And yes, he gets better. He's old, maybe older than most people would think to start trying to draw again, but he's already done the improbable and the impossible a million times over. Hell, he lived to be old, to be with his brother again. He was never one to listen to what he should and shouldn't do

So Stanley Pines drew. And that little kid grew as his art grew, shaped by the pain it had to dig through to make it to the present, changed but alive.

And isn't that beautiful?

[astronomodome]

we call no one king

[guardianspirits13]

Bouncing off all of the fanfics where the Dead Boys are brought back to life again for a period of time to suggest that their thoughts on it are the opposite of what you’d anticipate based on their perception of the living while they’re ghosts. Charles sorely misses living while a ghost, despite all the awful, awful things he was subjected to. Edwin, despite 70+ years in Hell, is perfectly content as a ghost and finds the living distasteful to a degree.

But, when they get hit by an “aliving” spell, that’s not how it goes down at all.

Edwin has not been in a human body for over a century- and even then only got sixteen years of it- so he forgets how much he was missing as a ghost. Actually being able to feel things- the warmth of human touch, the breeze through his hair, the texture of worn book pages. The smell of petrichor after rain, a warm cup of sweet tea. Even just sleeping and having the ability to give his overactive mind a break. He’s forgotten how many good things there were about being alive.

Charles, as expected, is thrilled to be alive again and his first few days on solid ground are a whirlwind, but his energy is short lived. He frequently sleeps over 12 hours a night, and can’t bring himself to get out from under the covers for another hour longer. His appetite fades quickly, and he finds that foods he’s been craving for 35 years just don’t taste the same. Initially he chalks it up to his mind and body readjusting to human life (despite Edwin having none of the same issues), and continues enjoying what he can. But eventually, it becomes clear that something is very very wrong. His right arm that he shattered at age 14 (and didn’t get properly treated for days) begins to ache again. Sudden touches are no longer a gentle spectral sensation, but an unexpected pressure that he shrinks away from. His body feels heavy, and his energy drains quickly if he has any to begin with.

It turns out that over three decades of repressed physical and emotional trauma took its toll on him, and he had naïvely forgotten-or perhaps willfully omitted- the struggle that was his life when he wasn’t out kissing girls and pretending like his father didn’t exist.

Edwin feels a sense of freedom in being human again, away from all the supernatural trauma he has endured, while for Charles it is more of a burden than he ever recalled it being.

[jiveyuncle]

Current fixation x old fixation

To me, they're sleep deprived college students who never catch a break between essays and world saving. Every night is an all-nighter. Pidge catches them in the dorm lobby in the mornings, slumped against each other, laptops open to the cursor blinking on blank Google docs. She brings them coffee. She secretly figured out their identities ages ago, but they still haven't figured out why they just so happen to begrudgingly stumble into the lobby to sit on the same couch at ungodly hours of the moring. Both are too stubborn to find a different room to study in. Hunk, bless him, makes sure they have a decent breakfast before they rush off to class each morning.

[aquanutart]

"little miss prairie faerie" is a cute name actually... (but I won't use it if she doesn't like it)

[akiacia]

the sun shines after every storm (like clockwork, hope, and maybe fate too)

[beautifulstorms]

Alysa Liu, Promise • NHK Trophy 2024

[weirdcat1213]

something something xiao yueqing and firm man knowing themselves enough to have a net after quitting while lin ling genuinely has nothing and doesnt know himself that well so hes Committing to the bit

[fruitflavor]

highschool portraits lol

[seance]

THE MUSKETEERS 10TH ANNIVERSARY REWATCH / fave episodes [2/?] ↳ SEASON 1, EPISODE 4 / the good soldier

[thethespacecoyote]

my thing with ford is that I feel like he has this high esteem for like...very specific parts of himself. Like his identity as the Author, the Man Who Will Kill Bill Cipher, a future Great Scientist, etc etc, those are the parts of him that he values and considers important

but Ford the man? just...himself? I think he doesn't value himself as just a person all that much. not to project but I think being bullied for specific physical traits as a kid sometimes results in this fractured sense of self. Where you focus on select parts of your identity, specific talents and things you are "good" at, but at the same time you still harbor a lot of unaddressed self-loathing and this increasing inability to understand why other people might love and value you.

thats why he prickles when stan saves him while risking everything...ford would never do that. if given the black and white choice he wouldn't pick clinging to his own life over giving it towards a greater purpose (which is why I feel the kill bill bit with the destabilizer was lowkey a suicide mission)

but of course stan would...and that's hard for ford to understand, especially after 30-40 years of isolation and estrangement.