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[stopmyhearts]

8 and 20 for the time lord oc asks <3

- @presidentdisastraofgallifrey

8. Are they disabled? If so how?

Dela: There's something up with her brain I think. I'm not actually sure what, but there's something. more to think about

Patok has PTSD from his first regeneration. He's also got his share of smaller injuries from the guard, that aren't necessarily disabling but in the sum to cause him a fair bit of pain regularly

Obnik here (autism mainly)

Lanro is an amputee, he doesn't have a right arm. He's also got a lot of burn scars

Dolin is blind in one eye. He's also definitely got PTSD

Rolenva has ADHD and autism. And dermatophagia (skin biting)

20. Do they fight in the Time War? Do they escape?

hehe. SO GLAD YOU ASKED. now I am going to give you answers, but I may be lying for all of these. In good or bad directions. Or well, not lying, just passing of alternate timelines as the real one. that said:

Dela stays with the CIA at least as long as Narvin and Romana. She becomes a lot closer to Romana in this time. She regenerates at least once. After that, she is a spy. Mostly on Gallifrey, but for more risky missions all throughout the war too. Who she is spying for? stay tuned

Patok gets conscripted early on. He regenerates quite a few times, but eventually escapes to join the resistance. He makes it out when Gallifrey is saved by the Doctor, but he is on his last regeneration by then, and dies not long after

Obnik is not made for war. He makes himself small, just does his job, and Dela manages to get him to a quiet research station outside the capitol. I'm not sure whether he makes it out

Rolenva does a lot of undercover missions. They survive, but the person she used to be is gone. potentially literally

Lanro gets sent on missions all the time. One day they don't return. No one knows what happened

Dolin is a commander, a strategist. He works for the war room. When Lanro doesn't return, he loses it. The tale of how he died slaughtering hundreds of Daleks with his bare hands earns him legendary status among the soldiers

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[novelconcepts]

Obviously next week could prove this all dead-wrong, but I don’t think the trial’s quite over. I don’t believe the end of that episode actually took place, because I’m pretty sure we’re still firmly in the “punish Agatha” phase. Rio’s suddenly gone. Alice seems to be dead by Agatha’s hand, and no one—including Teen, who has always been on her side—seems primed to believe she was out of control. The others have been sucked beneath the power of the surrogate son who not only just told Agatha to fuck off, but went full-Wanda to do it. It just all seems too tailored to cut up any of the character progress Agatha’s made on the Road thus far. Getting harassed by her ghost mother and hearing her son’s voice don’t feel like a complete tear-down. This does. It feels like more trial.

[abirddogmoment]

insulting and offensive how regularly mindfully training your dog actually leads to visible progress towards good dog manners

[jojo-schmo]

I wish I could tell the original artist that this drawing permanently changed the entire direction of my life in 2009. I want to shake their hand, look them in the eye, and admit I would not be who I am today if this drawing didn’t exist.

EDIT: Original artist is @ivynajspyder !!!!

[iceclew]

I made it.

over 170 hours, but I made it.

[the-whimsical-wizard]

Ashes of the Academy 🔥

spoilers in the tags

[dustykneed]

Hello! Random whipper snipper! Share a WIP of your work!

ooh, with pleasure. six the musical araleyn fanart? in the year 2k24? more likely than you think xDD

i realize this looks finished, but technically i'm still deciding whether to add a background or not lol. still, for the sake of sharing a proper WIP, here's a line or two from an araleyn brainworm WIP that i started reworking yesterday (mild tw for religious guilt and period-typical internalized homophobia from aragon's pov):

She remembers sharing her bed with Anne at Henry's behest, remembers the nights of tossing and turning and trying not to think about Anne asleep next to her-- remembers waking up to dark hair spilling across her pillow and the press of blood-warm bosoms against her own, softer than sin, as hot as the Devil, remembers lying still as death, mouthing prayers into the heat of Anne's neck like an act of penance.

[catboysooyoung]

Geeking over the recent Go Yeongeun appearances... She's so cool and capable and reliable and I LOVE it when she gets a little mean 🥰

[bagadew]

I’m about halfway through Turnabout Trigger, and having the opportunity to replay my favourite Ace Attorney game with a new translation is really doing wonders for my understanding and appreciation of it.

Like, when I first played the game I found Knight a fun villain. I enjoyed the VERY intense, almost manic, cocksure energy he brought to the table, and his completely disregard for gun safety. He was the sort of figure we’d seen before in these games. Someone who would burst into the world of Ace Attorney, burn brilliantly and briefly across the screen, and then vanish without a trace once we’d arrested them.

I’m going through a story I know well but the motions are slightly different, so I notice them more and pay better attention. It almost feels like I’m playing the game for the first time again, except this time I know how the story ends, so I end up noticing the little bits that guide it towards its path.

Obviously, when I later replayed the case I knew that Knight wasn’t really like that class of villain. He is very much not a man who came from nowhere, the circumstances of his existence are pretty damn important to the plot of the game, and in a way, play a part in the series as a whole. Although we don’t really see him alive again after his arrest, his presence comes up again and again throughout the game, and once you’ve reached the end it’s hard not to feel sorry that he died the way he did.

Playing through the case with my fresh all knowing eyes, I notice a strange realness to the way he was written that I hadn’t picked up on before. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still an intense, cocksure, manic, with no regard for gun safety. It’s just… there’s also something behind all that. Something more grounded and real. Annoyingly it’s also something I can’t screenshot or really put my finger on. But it made me think about his character in a new light and the impact that he had on the story as a whole. Knight is, in many ways, a deconstruction of the one off Ace Attorney villain and… I’m not sure I really appreciated that before.

I’m looking forward to seeing what else I discover.

[statementlou]

So I see folks pointing out that Louis' circle A tattoo is more likely an aesthetic choice than an announcement of a political commitment to anarchism, and saying basically that that maybe makes him a bit of a poser and I mean- I GUESS. But I don't like to look at things that way and I don't think it's useful. As I see it the subversive sexiness of the symbols of resistance have ALWAYS been gateways for people who are drawn to the struggle in vague ways and that's GOOD. Aligning yourself with those values is good no matter the reason, in my book, especially given the wretched options available out there, but also the journey doesn't necessarily stop there. Gatekeeping queerness victimizes people who are just trying things out and starting to discover that it may run deeper than just trying on a new look who should instead be welcomed and helped along their path, and I fail to see how gatekeeping political affiliations is any different (plus how counterproductive to actual movement building is that?)

ANYWAY. What I really want to say about Louis is that while I KNOW that Louis is probably not secretly a theory reading anti-state communalist anarchist, I think that actually Louis' optimism and idealism (and his unwavering commitment to allying himself with the working class and embracing those roots) are a perfect fit for the philosophy and always have been. I know that anarchism is mostly understood as being about throwing molotov cocktails and fighting the state (and the allure of its symbols are that they signify this, a terrific aesthetic for him to choose to sign on with in my book), but that's honestly largely cartoonish stereotyping that comes directly from anti-anarchist state propaganda. That resistance is necessary in this hellscape of oppression we live in and is super important, but in its heart anarchism is only about the state in that the state and capitalism currently stands in the way of its goals. The whole point of anarchism is that it's NOT about the state! It's about being able to imagine something better than a state, it's about how we live and about how we SHOULD live, it's about HOPE and picturing something utopian and something free of the ways capitalism pits us against one another! What could be more Louis than that?

"I need you and you need me and I love that" is as beautiful a way of talking about the cornerstone of anarchism that is mutual aid as any long winded essay I've read (even if what he meant was contextually different), and I think when he talks again and again about how special the space fans have made around him is he is expressing an intuitive understanding of the importance of autonomous zones, places and moments outside of the shitty life imposed on us by the system (also a huge part of anarchist thought). Maybe I'm just being an optimist but I think that Louis DOES understand that caring for people and wanting self-determination and freedom for all and allying himself with the working class involves a certain amount of resistance to and positioning yourself in opposition to the state. Thinking the symbols of smashing that state are cool isn't meaningless; it's a CHOICE. There are other cool symbols out there and I just happen to think that feeling a resonance with certain ones is something in and of itself, even if at this moment he does not choose to start a fight with the media about it all.

[unfxllenone]

[LANTERNS] - HE SHOULDN'T BE HERE, shouldn't be interfering with her journey, and yet Kong remains, covered by a dusty travelling cloak as he presses through the crowds to the golden hair dancing lightly on the winds like waves. It's amusing to him in a way, the sense of Deja Vu that befalls him, like he's done this time and time again in the past, and yet he knows he has not.

Still, it's eager, shaking, hands that lift the lantern to her, golden eyes that shine from beneath the hood as wordlessly the lantern is held to her in a pale mimicry of the way others hold their lantern to those they care more about. He wants to speak that terrible phrase, the words that would doom his mission to fail, and yet he can't, continuing to pose merely as a nameless, voiceless traveller until eyes are following the lanterns to the darkened skies above.

His voice is like a whisper on the wind as the crowds begin to close in around them, allowing himself to be enveloped by the awestruck peoples so that he may once more disappear into the seas before she can chase after him.

"Happy Lantern Rite... Ying"

After all the excitement of this Rite, she's eager to simply sit and enjoy the grand crescendo of it all -- the tidal wave of lanterns due to be released to the sky. Family and friends gather around her, pressing close as the crowd continues to build, and all have the delight of that warm golden glow painted on their skin as the lanterns are lit in preparation for their release.

She enjoys her role as an observer -- understands it well -- and in moments like this, she cherishes it even for as bittersweet as it is.

She she barely notices as that stranger that strides up to her, gliding through the crowd like a ghost. There's a lantern pressed into her welcoming hands, too, making her a part of this festivity, and before she can ask why, she sees who.

" Kong-- " The breathless whisper barely escapes before he does, disappearing into the crowd as though he was never there at all.

A dumbfounded moment later, and she's shoving through the clumps of bodies with desperate fervor; the lanterns break skyward, and she stumbles, clumsy, like the flightless bird she's been forced to become. She reaches forwards and fails to grasp, like their separation centuries ago. She wishes the memories she forms with him on this world would stop their near-rhythmic predictability of just can't, just missed, just beyond her, but she will not be lucky enough to break that tune tonight.

Her footfalls come to a halt at the outside of the cluster, gaze casting left and right as though she might be able to continue her pursuit, but it's pointless. He is gone. Kong is far brighter than any lantern could ever be, far more akin to the sun in the sky, and yet he evanesces with the ease of a candle snuffed. How? How?

She can't help but to be angry at him for that. To come here, to see her, and yet to remain so out of reach -- she couldn't even get a word in. Her older brother is a fool and an idiot, and, tonight, again, he'll make her cry.

... he's alive, though. Well enough to come see her, albeit briefly, and she can't help but be a little relieved at that whispered turn of her name from a familiar voice. Even if she'd barely glimpsed his face, his expression, for her, has always been so obvious -- she'd gathered much from it in that cursory sweep. Her older brother is a fool and an idiot, and he misses her terribly, as much as she misses him.

Her hand covers her heart where it beats achingly in her chest, and she releases a sigh tinged with melancholy.

The anger disippates quickly as it appeared, and all that is left is the prickling warmth from the one she cherishes so dearly. Even if it takes another hundred years, she'll keep her promise. She'll keep chasing. Again and again and again, until they're reunited like they should be.

Her voice is quiet in return, weary but sincere, like laying an oath to rest.

"Happy Lantern Rite.. Kong."

[frostbite-the-bat]

i want my tumblr to be a safespace from pointless stupid clash discourse, i put my two cents into it before briefly iirc and im gonna do it again once

but like genuinely. wholeheartedly. all this fucking arguing is just. 2016 steven universe again. im so fucking serious. flat circle. learned nothing. theres many difference but many of the argued things are similar. guys its toontown chill out have a pie and enjoy the joys of the world instead.........................................

[eldritchqueerture]

unmedicated adhd will have you scrolling through the same posts on your dash for the third time, asking yourself How Do I Leave the House, hoping the answer somehow appears in the posts

[bakatenshii]

american here and it’s been one hour since my TikTok died ): I have already opened the app like 10 times on accident, the mind knows it’s gone but the body remembers </3

AAAAAA NOOOOO </333 honestly so so heartbroken for you

(　-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷄◞ω◟-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷅ ) when i saw a screenshot of the notif my friend sent me my heart literally sank and it wasn’t even applicable to me?? it’s crazy how integral that app was in our every day lives and i genuinely feel like i wouldnt know what to even do or go from here

[fulminare-within-her-soul]

A small red pumpkin, having been brought to life by some prankster's spell, was finishing up its walk along the perimeter of its pumpkin patch when it noticed an intruder occupying its favourite pumpkin throne: a huge pile of leaves. The best pile in this part of the grounds, just for the record! The gourd barked out in surprise at the audacity. It's Pumpkin's Seat of State!

The brave (and a little dumb) creature proudly marched all the way to the huge Lizardhead, sleeping or not, and started angrily barking right at it, jumping a little on the spot. No intruder will be allowed on the pumpkin territory! Some strongly worded barks ought to show them what's up!

Coiled so that his great head had been tucked away whilst asleep, the Hybridean Black unwound just enough to taste the air. Smoldering violet eyes snapped open to be directed towards whomever had dare interrupt his nap with the unblinking intensity of a thousand suns.

He was fully grown. Quite a bit past fully grown, in fact- the aforementioned leaf pile had been crushed entirely under his weight, enveloped in the fold of his dark wings. Despite being a beast of such exalted reverence, fear and magic, the dragon cocked his head not unlike an intrigued puppy at the tiny maroon gourd.

The crunch of leaves momentarily distracted him from this phenomenon, tongue flickering again as turned to regard a woman weaving through the groundskeeper’s pumpkin patch. She paused a moment to return said wizard’s friendly wave.

“Morn’in, Professor Spindle!”

“Good morning, Professor Hagrid! Buckbeak’s doing well, I presume?”

“Oooh, if she ain’t, nothing a ferret or two can’t fix!”

“Brilliant!”

Resuming her trek, she greeted the Hybridean Black with a warm, affectionate smile. Her vintage fringed Ravenclaw scarf fluttered periodically in the autumn breeze. A chestnut curl that had escaped from her half-do was tucked behind her ear.

“Hello, Eleazar. How was your-“

The…barking pumpkin? Yes, the barking pumpkin, startled her- blinking owlishly. But then her smile returned, now somewhat wistful. She giggled.

“Oh, my word- hi there, you! What on Earth…?”

I haven’t the faintest idea. Astonishingly daft, though, waking a dragon.

“Quite fascinating, rather.” She knelt to the enchanted gourd’s level, eyes crinkling at the corners with mirth as they continued to stand thier ground in a huff despite being no larger than a teacup.

“I…think I actually remember this cantrip from Halloween when I was a girl. Little fellow must be one of the stragglers.”

Smoke wafted from Eleazar’s muzzle. Yes, yes, so very amusing.

“Hm…Aslan.”

What?

“That’s a fine name, don’t you think? He certainly has the bravery of a lion.”

You…intend to keep this obnoxious plant?

At this point, she had managed to scoop the mouse of a pumpkin into her arms and stand back up, cradling them like a babe. “Whyever not? I rescued you when you were small and that seemed to sort itself out rather splendidly.”

Euphemia, you are simply impossible.

“Love you, too, darling.”

[kashilascorner]

Oh ok. I get now why a lot of people didn't vibe with the ending.

All and all: excellent manga, overall very good final act, too rushed final 2-3 chapters but weak and honestly mediocre epilogue, which makes the high of the ending kind of leave a bitter taste. I think Noda had a good steed and suddenly he had to finish and had to rush all. So the ending in the sense of the final arc was good but the ending proper (final couple chapters) + epilogue......... Not so much