#trying to keep it intact

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

you as a minor god, one that few people remember and even fewer people worship. perhaps you're the god of grasses that wave in the breeze, or of the mist that hugs the earth in the morning, or you rule over the blinking lights of fireflies. whatever your dominion, it's considered small and unimportant to the wider world of Teyvat- you only have one place of worship, a small shrine tucked away in a grove of trees. but that doesn't bother you, it simply means less strife for you to deal with, your little domain at the foot of the mountains carrying an aura of peace and gentle prosperity.

perhaps that's why an injured Abyss creature finds his way to your doorstep, clawing his way out from a schism in the ground before collapsing outside of your domain, blood staining the grass. you let out a startled yell when you find him, kneeling to examine the poor monster's wounds- the barrier to your home must have perceived him as a danger and kept him from entering. well, you'll be having none of that! everyone is welcome in your domain, so with a wave of your hand you dissolve the seal between it and the outside world and carefully bring the Abyssal beast in, laying him down in a patch of sun as you begin tending to his injuries.

Foul Legacy awakens looking up into your brilliant eyes, alight with a faint divine glow, and without even thinking he begins to softly purr.

he becomes a constant companion in your life, following you around your domain even when he's forced to limp on an injured leg. Legacy ventures outside with you the moment his wounds are relatively healed, curiously poking around Teyvat in awe and admiring all the lush plant life and light. he tries to look directly at the sun at one point- bad idea- and lets out a pained screech, whining as you comfort him and help clear the spots dancing in his sight. you even show him your shrine, covering your mouth to conceal your laughter when he immediately bounds over and curls up in the patch of sunlight in front of the small structure. mortals begin calling you the god with a monster, as Foul Legacy is always by your side. he likes that, being yours, just as you are his.

yet he still couldn't protect you when the Archon War arrived, your remains turning to dust before he reaches you. people swore they heard anguished screams that night, from a grove of trees surrounding a small shrine of a forgotten, lost god

[canisalbus]

Front facing Machete be like:

It just isn't his best angle.

[littlefankingdom]

I am really ashamed of myself because I went across this great panel but I didn't save it, and if anyone has it, pls give it to me.

It's a panel with the batkids (Dick as Nightwing, Tim as Robin, Steph as Spoiler, Cass as Batgirl and I think Huntress, but maybe not) being menacing af in front of Lex Luthor, who is saying some bs like "For someone who works alone, Batman works with a lot of children".

I do not know what Lex Luthor did to Batman, or said about Batman or Bruce Wayne, but he deserves the hell he has unleashed upon himself. He is way too arrogant.

[mr-nostalgia-blog1]

I... I have literally just went as far down your blog as I could and liked everything. Absolutely. EVERYTHING. I love your art so much it’s so cool, also, some was very... meaty... for lack of a better word and it all looked so cool!

I can share.

[kourocs]

Capes (•̀ᴗ•́)

[consumeroflemoans]

That one tumblr post about a Victorian gentleman, an old west gunslinger, a former samurai, and an old French privateer but it’s the Penacony cast

Sunday is the gentleman

Boothill’s the cowboy

Acheron’s the samurai

And I’d say either Gallagher or Firefly is the pirate

They all walk into Siobhan’s bar at the same time. Shenanigans ensues.

[ladybugsimblr]

Fall Starlight Accolades, Downtown Del Sol Valley

[muirmarie]

i do think one of the funniest things people do is, sometimes when we have a group of friends, you just know that someone doesn't like you. i don't mean they hate your guts or anything, but they just Do Not Like You. but you're in the same group of friends, so it's whatever, you're both nice and polite to each other, and if you ever told another of your friends, they'd be like nooo, don't be silly, so-and-so absolutely likes you! so you just don't mention it, and they don't mention it, and sometimes you end up in situations with just the two of you, and it feels vaguely like you're making polite small talk with your worst coworker, and the two of you never admit what you're both absolutely aware of, and this can easily go on for years. i just think that's a funny thing we do.

[dire-miralis]

Working on my metal shading for my redesign of the community's favorite shitty chrome animal.

[wolfkitty42]

* Ho Ho

* You May Have Defeated Me So Far

* But

* I Have A Trick Up My Sleeve

* My Final Attack

* AKA

* Detatchable Hands

[billdenbrough]

fundamentally disinterested in the recurring discourse about kevin's drinking that aims to a) make it his Specific Problem To Focus On And Overcome when it is a crutch and coping mechanism to get him through a Much Bigger Problem (emotional fallout he can't square with by himself, culture shock, trauma, loss of his extremely wildly co-dependent relationship w riko, losing the structure of the nest, mourning a future he was meant to have, processing a grave injustice, anger and fear and desperate grief, all of which is his Actual Specific Fox Problem) while he builds himself back up, and b) thinks that even if it is a problem (more on that later), it's the foxes' problem to deal with.

like. it's just not.

yeah, he doesn't drink until he meets them. they gave him that habit, and in traditional terms, they're (the monsters specifically) a 'bad influence'. but these are the foxes. this is kevin day, son of exy, whose meteor is crashing spectacularly through no fault of his own. there are no traditional terms to be found here. the framework for it literally doesn't exist. neil comes into the foxes with more conventional expectations—appalled at the athletes' substance use, his horror at matt's trip to columbia, his steadfast and early repeated stance that none of the foxes should let andrew treat them the way he does, and certainly not nicky—and tends to engage with them less as the series goes on and he folds himself into the foxes. the thing about the foxes is that they've all been in pits deeper than they are tall. and some of them got a helping hand on the way—erik, andrew's extreme intervention methods, stephanie walker—and wymack was always waiting for them on the other side, ready to throw down a rope, but all the foxes dragged themselves out of their own holes. often not alone, often not without assistance, but at the end of the day, they have to do it.

there's that line neil has about aaron in that scene that got deleted when the timeline shifted around, when he thinks about how aaron got this far in life on his own, surviving on willpower and sheer desperation. that applies to aaron in a way that's a little more acute than some of the rest of them—boy who doesn't let the foxes in bc of andrew, boy who doesn't let nicky in bc he doesn't know how, boy made of flinching and seeking an escape and grieving the one who hurt him—but is broadly true for the foxes en masse.

this isn't to say the foxes can't help each other, but it's not their job. it just isn't. they'll keep kevin alive, keep him safe, keep him flanked and contained within their ranks. they'll fight tooth and nail in this battle with him, fight to get him to that championship game, fight to get that trophy in his hands. but that's all they've agreed to. that's all they're responsible for, in this covenant they've made with him. he says they can make this happen, and they're going to get him to that final game, but it's up to him what state he's in when he gets there.

like. they're foxes. they've been triaging their whole lives. they hate each other and they hate everyone else more. they're the kids with their backs up against the wall. half of them are addicts. i don't think kevin is comparable, personally; he's getting through a horrific situation with a coping mechanism. that's not the same thing as battling yourself to stop using. but that's not really the point of this. what i'm getting at here is that to the foxes, it's easy math: kevin who can lean on vodka and andrew and wymack and the foxes to stay upright when he's not ready to stand on his own two feet is still a kevin who is standing. a kevin with one less piece of scaffolding to lean on is a kevin who falls over, a kevin at risk of complete collapse, a kevin one phone call away from running back to the master, a kevin one crucial loss away from not ever making it back to himself at all. they're triaging. this is low on the totem pole of things they have the room to care about. they very much have bigger problems, both individually and even just kevin-related. if alcohol makes seeing the boy he knew best in the world and moved in tandem with his whole life and who destroyed their entire legacy and his entire life in one move — if alcohol makes facing that boy easier to stomach, then, fuck, why would they take that away? they're foxes. they've all got their demons. this is what kevin needs this year and a half to let him face his, that's all. they can understand that. it doesn't have to be pretty, as long as it keeps him in the fight. that's the priority.

i think there's absolutely space to explore this in fic and art and fandom in a way that maybe does explore it as a Problem, both that it's an active problem for kevin & that it's something to explore other foxes helping him with (there's a t&n fic that i've been gnawing at the bit to read for months that seems poised to explore this premise, and that's super up my alley)! i just think we're in different territory when we're talking about the series—and its characters and dynamics—in a conversational rather than transformational way, and end up talking about this like the foxes are responsible for kevin's choices. i love kevin day. i read these back at the start of 2015 & he's so dear to me that loving him was the blueprint for how i feel abt kageyama. but it's been pretty weird to see how the conversation has been translating Loving Kevin Day into... thinking the foxes are doing wrong by him with respect to this in actual canon. like that's just not how it operates there

[beaulesbian]

the chaos of this group arriving at the zou island is so funny

you have the freaked out usopp (clutching zoro's backpack) and luffy and the others being excited about the ninja/kin'emon's samurai friend

robin, franky, luffy and usopp finding the dragon carrying them up endearing

then these two idiots acting all tough and unbothered about it (and zoro immediately going to tactical mode)

and then luffy just straight up jumps over the wall and way ahead of them

and zoro being like 'why would i expect anything else from him' ("what else is new?" he's so used to those luffy shenanigans askdjs)

[tangledinink]

what happened to odette's body?

Ilma never intended the lake to be a permanent solution. She didn't even want it to be a long-term one. The magick wasn't built to shield her body from the passage of time.

[toobadforthefacts]

Everyone complaining about Jack Lowden's height can literally **** ** *******.

[thirteens-earring]

banging your head on the wall feels so good when you don’t have a bitch in your ear saying you should fiddle with a fidget toy instead

[transmechanicus]

Blankie time we share body warmth and the bad dreams bounce back and crash into a wall and die <3

Blankie time💙🖤