#v; always running away

[edorazzi]

I’ve been working on his backstory comic for a while now, so here’s something like a character sheet for my Miraculous Mentor AU Felix Sphinx! ✨

A retired Chat Noir, engaged to his Ladybug, and the unlikely guardian of a new kitten! Also stuck in the store for an hour because they changed the brand of goldfish crackers Adrien likes... 😔

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

89 year old baby girl that says whatevs

[dnangelic]

there are some panels where applying the red genuinely makes daisuke's eyes look so pretty and nice

[adwox]

drawn to you

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Jingliu

[deus-ex-mona]

such is the tale of a ✨chronically online hypocrite✨

[seaweedstarshine]

—on the topic of psychotic Summers brothers, I only just caught up with six months of X-Men after stopping for six months the topic of Gabriel referring to the tags of my last X-Men post a month ago — but I was happy to see Scott's torture-induced psychosis didn't (definitively) turn out just to be that he'd calculated what others hadn't. Yes, the woman he'd accurately calculated would save him was Dr. Gregor, not Jean, but that doesn't change that he remained unsure if Jean was real (and thought she was alive) while the all-seeing Enigma knew on the contrary that Scott was delusional because Phoenix thus equally (an equivocation which casts further doubt of Scott's fiery visions ever being genuine, as Jean's dying mind had departed Scott well before Mother Righteous sacrificed Jean's dead fragmented self for Dominion, before Scott was tortured) Jean — were so utterly dead that Rachel and Hope had to cancel out death to reverse it. Yet Scott, hyper-vigilant traumatized autistic brain-damaged neurodivergent soldier that he is, seemingly accomplished all these strategic calculations while having a psychotic “break,” which is extremely in character for him—

[landgraabbed]

sometimes you gotta take in the lil details

[wolfbane-blooms]

I wish I could forget about being trans. It surrounds me everywhere and that used to be comforting but it's getting claustrophobic and limiting and i want to be more than this.

[cagesings]

@honorhearted​  cont. 

            she  did  not  expect  him  of  all  people  at  the  door.  when  johanna  first  heard  the  sound  of  the  knock,  her  heart  nearly  leaped  out  of  her  chest  and  she  had  to  bite  back  a  smile  as  she  practically  leaped  up  from  the  bed  to  answer  it  (  in  case,  it  was  one  of  the  staff  or  one  of  the  other  girls,  of  course  ).  it  was  neither.  and  it  wasn’t  who  she  hoped  it  would  be,  even  knowing  how  dangerous  that  would  be  for  him  to  meet  her  here.  practically  in  front  of  everyone  at  this  heaven-forsaken  school.  

            johanna  is  quick  to  move  out  of  the  way  in  time  for  mr.  tallmadge  to  come  barreling  inside.  the  moment  she  saw  him,  her  brows  creased  with  the  knowledge  that  something  is  wrong.  hands  are  rigid  at  her  sides.  

            ❝  mr.  tallmadge,  ❞  she  mumbles  as  he  sits,  ❝  i  do  not  think  it  is  appropriate  .  .  .  ❞  though,  she  says  it  as  if  she  hasn’t  been  in  the  unoccupied  company  of  a  single  man  before.  the  rules  at  the  school  are  strict.  not  as  strict  as  the  rules  enforced  under  the  judge’s  so-called  care,  but  they  are  restricting  enough  to  bring  out  a  flame  of  silent  rebellion  in  johanna.  very  much  including  the  guest  she  let  in  through  the  window  every  few  nights.  

            she  does  not  want  to  be  here.  letters  back  to  the  tallmadge’s  (  and,  of  course,  extra  long  ones  addressed  to  gabe  )  detail  the  boring  and  restrictive  life  she  leads.  johanna  has  to  bring  herself  to  be  thankful.  she  always  knew  reverend  tallmadge  would  grow  tired  of  her  and  perhaps  even  hate  her.  she  brought  this  upon  herself  doing  whatever  it  was  to  make  her  so  unlikable.  she  never  expresses  gratitude  for  being  here,  but  never  admits  she  resents  it.  the  only  person  she  has  ever  admitted  that  to  is  the  young  man  that  comes  to  her  window  later  in  the  evening.  

            ❝  been  informed?  mr.  tallmadge,  they  don’t  tell  me  anything  here.  i  wouldn’t  know  .  .  .  ❞  johanna  stops  at  his  next  words.  despite  hating  this  school,  despite  knowing  that  the  poor  reverend  lost  his  seemingly  endless  amount  of  patience  with  her,  she  cares  about  the  man.  she  doesn’t  want  him  to  be  gone.  without  a  note.  without  any  sign.  without  any  witness.  

            fingers  weave  through  her  curls  the  way  they  do  when  she  is  upset.  no,  no,  no.  he  is  not  here.  he  is  not  here  to  interrupt  the  little  moments  of  happiness  she  has  found  here.  no.  and  if  he  were  to  find  out  about  anthony  .  .  .  he  would  kill  him.  the  same  way  johanna  is  certain  he  intends  on  killing  mr.  tallmadge  the  moment  he  gets  too  close.  

            ❝  you  are  not  .  .  .  you  are  not  serious,  sir.  ❞  she  cannot  bare  to  speak.  ❝  why  would  he  come  here  just  to  torment  you?  why  would  he  attempt  to  get  his  revenge  on  you  stealing  his  ward  and  wounding  him?  ❞  he  would,  is  the  simple  answer.  he  is.  she  knows  him  better.  ❝  you  are  certain  there  are  no  other  possibilities?  ❞  johanna  begins  to  pace  about  the  room.  ❝  if  there  aren’t,  i  must  come  back  with  you.  ❞  her  trunk  is  already  packed  with  her  belongings  because  of  her  plans  of  elopement  with  .  .  .  anthony.  ❝  i  have  to  .  .  .  inform  someone  of  my  leaving.  perhaps,  you  should  meet  him.  ’  she  has  lost  control  of  all  thought,  of  all  meaning.  ❝  he  will  be  good  to  come  with  us.  if  we  have  to  leave,  he  can  sail  us  there.  ❞

[woozi]

thank u for giving this lil blog lots of love even though i'm not as active as i used to be 🥰

[saltedsolenoid]

I am thinking about the idea of an aged-up Sei so goddamn much right now. This post is a reminder to continue thinking about it.

[autisticsonic]

not me making an avatar sonic au

[sendmyresignation]

hi soph!! if you're still doing the ask game: 28

omg sorry I've been offline all day!! but hi! ty for the ask!!

28. A song by an artist with a voice you love

i'm going to say worms and angels by echobelly because i absolutely adore sonya maden's voice. echobelly miiiiight be my favorite britpop band just because they're so often disregarded in retrospectives (at least from my perspective as an american lmao) and yet i find them really fascinatingly mature and childish? if that makes sense? i think it's the lyrics and it really works with the genre/sound, the nonspecific rebellion. worms and angels is also just a beautiful song, really great contrast of earthly death and the deathless afterlife fitted together....

[pirateborn-a]

✧ — headcanon.

     Roger has always shown himself as greater than life. To an outsider, he might seem like both the unmovable object and unstoppable force. Nothing seems to be able to touch him, any injury he might sustain or threat he might encounter would all be laughed off with a wide grin. Even when enraged, in the height of vengeance driven battle, you’ll find him laughing.

     Joy and anger are two sides to his coin, never letting himself be seen shedding tears of anything besides glee. His strength comes from his unwavering conviction, and in his outlook of his world, as well as sense of duty, leaves no space for sadness; letting rage take its place if must be.

     On the rare occasion something serious enough might occur to last longer than his rage —   such as the death or serious injury of a crew member  — Roger would lock himself in his cabin and refuse to come out for any reason besides a crew mate being immediate danger. Only once he’s confident he can exist and laugh without threat of cracking does he leave his room and accepts what had occurred. And even this only lasts, at the most, a few days.

     He believes he has no time to spend over regrets, grief, and the such when his time is limited and he remains captain of a crew who needs him to be strong. Although, Rayleigh remains the sole exception and only person Roger would ever willingly let himself cry from sorrow around, as well as the only person he might be willing to listen to and lean on when he locks himself away.

[dutybcrne]

The fact that Tartaglia is outright stated to have been running away from home the day he got lost in the Abyss got me THINKING,,,