#vibrates into the sun

[withoutsiqht]

my anxiety has been absolutely eating me alive this past week. mainly work related ig but there’s no real reason for it and I hate it. I feel like I’m anxious about being anxious.

[bojangos]

the mandalorian s3e2

my feelings:

spoilers under the cut (not much thoughts right now just Vibrating into the Sun)

“arconites” my ass those are Teeny Tiny Mandallian Giants

so many lizards! so many Creachers running around!  

WHAT/WHO TF WAS IN THAT DROID SPIDER THINGY WHAT THE HELL.  WHY’D THEY NEED DIN’S BLOOD. that was a very humanoid eye for a Monster

bro does it only take like twenty minutes to fly between mandalore and kalevala or What grogu went there and back Very quickly.  like i know its just what star wars Does now but lmao also very funny of bo’k to be like “i am going to kill him”  and immediately “saves his ass.  saves his ass.  saves his ass. saves-”

DAD KRYZE LORE DROP HELLO NOT WHAT I EXPECTED TODAY but also damn they really making him out to be ‘distant king’ dad type.  ‘do not embarrass me’ goddamn

Din’s voice cracking though he is SUCH a believer and he cares SO much that it is rocking Bo’s world.  god.

MYTHOSAUR MYTHOSAUR MYTHOSAUR MYTHOSAUR--

[paper-lilypie]

false sense of security

[phoenix----rising]

“I gave my soul to the wind to send my love as breath to guide your wings to fly So I may see your soul ascend reflecting the sun in my eyes„

- Nadine Hayes

Source of poem (x)

[cuubism]

unfortunately for my sanity i am thinking about them again [sheltered rich boy dream and feral child hob]

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In retrospect, it was fitting that the first time Dream met Hob, he was breaking a rule.

It hadn’t been easy. Dream did not like to lie, and wasn’t very good at it besides. And breaking rules made him nervous. Broken rules carried consequences. But he’d needed to get out of the house, just for a moment. To clear his head. And just going for a walk was not a good enough reason to leave the house when he could be doing something more productive. Something better. Make some use of yourself, Dream.

So Dream had crafted a little story of extra studying, extra work, and managed to slip out. Dream did not always tell the truth, could not, but usually he lived in the shadows left by omission. The outward lie was bitter on the back of his tongue.

But he’d been freed. And now he was wandering. He did not often get the chance to wander, untended, unobserved. Making his unsteady way down the winding road leading out of the estate, and then into town, where he’d never really walked before. It was just getting late, almost sunset on a Thursday evening, and the streets were fairly quiet, only a handful of people about. And Dream wandered, not quite knowing what to do with himself but enjoying the quiet in his head.

Possibly meandering about on his own was a bad idea. Possibly he’d be hit by a car or attacked by a madman. He didn’t think he much cared.

And that was when he met Hob. That first dip of his toes into freedom.

He was sitting on a bench in the park, watching the small scattering of pigeons pecking for seeds by the fountain. Dream had always liked birds, but it wasn’t often he had the chance to sit and just watch them. He studied their patterns, mentally tracking the shapes they traversed, their mathematical lines. He should have brought his sketchbook. It would have been nice to work from live subjects, for once.

He was deep in his thoughts, in the calming trickle of the fountain and the repetitive paths of the birds, when another boy about his age plopped down on the bench beside him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so depressed while feeding birds.”

The birds had fluttered up in disarray at the sudden motion, but settled down again quickly. Dream looked at the other boy askance, irritated at his rare peace being interrupted.

“Do you often speak with people who are busy feeding birds?” he asked, unable to keep the annoyance from his tone.

“Only when they’re broody and mysterious,” said the boy. He wasn’t wearing a school uniform, but he must have been college age, like Dream. Dream was still wearing his jacket and trousers, for his own part. Everything about this boy was looser, really, from his longish brown hair, to his jeans and t-shirt. It made Dream feel very uptight in comparison, which was not a fact about himself he needed reinforced. He already knew it. “Do you often feed birds?”

“I am not feeding them,” Dream said. “They are eating what was there.”

“Just spying on them, then,” said the boy teasingly. Dream did not know what to do about being teased with what seemed like lightheartedness rather than mockery, and so didn’t respond.

“Seriously,” said the boy. “Are you okay?”

Then Dream did look at his face properly. He had very kind, very genuine eyes, was the first thing Dream noticed. It was not something he noticed about a lot of people. Perhaps it was not something a lot of people possessed.

Then the boy smiled at him, a soft, kind smile. It transformed his whole face from something merely pleasant to something lovely.

“Is that why you have come over?”

The boy shrugged. “You looked sad and alone. I’ve been sad and alone before, so I don’t think anyone else should.”

Dream bristled. “I am not sad and alone.”

“Just alone, then?”

Dream’s mouth popped open in affront, and then shut. Then he said, “Are you always so familiar and impertinent with strangers?”

“‘Familiar and impertinent,’” echoed the boy, with a laugh. “Sure. Are you always so snooty and aristocratic?”

“Yes,” said Dream, and he laughed louder.

“Honest though.” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Hob.”

Dream nearly said, What kind of name is Hob? but swiftly realized the hypocrisy. Gingerly, he took Hob’s hand. “…Dream.”

“What kind of name is Dream?” said Hob, and Dream sighed. “And you really don’t have to shake my hand like a king deigning to touch the peasants. I’m not diseased.”

“I don’t like to touch people,” Dream said, taking his hand back. “Peasant or otherwise.”

“Peasant or otherwise,” Hob echoed. He didn’t seem offended. He was smiling.

“Are you here because you felt I should be taught a lesson? Is that it?”

“Nah. I just get bored easily.” Hob turned to watch the pigeons again, tapping his fingers restlessly against the bench. “I was out and about. You looked interesting. You wanna go for a walk?”

“…Why?” But Dream knew why. He had learned it as he’d wandered the streets, freed for the first time.

Hob shrugged. “Just to do it.”

Dream had stepped out of his comfort zone once today already. He supposed he could do so again. If Hob turned out to be an adolescent serial killer at least the end of his life would hold intrigue. “Very well.”

Hob grinned, so bright it struck some deep, static bell in Dream’s chest and set it ringing. “Come on.”

[pusangkambing]

Tbh im honestly so excited for jaiden for this SHE'S TAKING CENTER STAGE!!! ITS GONNA BE ABOUT HER!!! Whether or not its going to be a good thing or bad thing QJAIDEN IS ON THE SPOTLIGHT!!!! AAAAAAAHHHH IM SO EXCITED

[ohno-the-sun]

More doodles on this au.

It lives in my head rent free.

Credit to @oobbbear.

[rocketbirdie]

There’s even a few that I think apply well to both of them separately and together:

I hope these don’t distress you, btw. I just thought they fit well with Cloud and Zack and wanted to share my vision

they are so Normal i love them :)

[quillyfied]

GO2 trailer highlights for me personally:

- the crooked jaw thing Tennant does with his face as Crowley

- *with gravitas and drama, whipping off his sunglasses* “I’m back.”

- *not looking up from his work for a single second* “I can see that.” THE MOST MARRIED. THE MOST BITCHY. I LOVE THEM.

- MURIEL. MURIEL. MURIEL.

- Aziraphale playing along in his very obvious wink wink hush hush way the same way he’s been corralling clueless angelic visitors for millennia but not looking especially threatened this time around (so it seems, idk)

- the way Muriel holds her teacup and dresses in white on earth but in beige in Heaven while making her report.

- uh. Michael’s hair???? (Feeding my “Michael and Crowley are unwitting kindred spirits” headcanon nbd)

- how Gabriel looks totally normal while he’s experiencing amnesia; doesn’t have the purple eyes until later

- Crowley either unleashing lightning or getting hit by lightning, it’s unclear but GRUMPY. FRIEND.

- SHAX. MIRANDA RICHARDSON BEING FABULOUS.

- is that Crowley falling in the Dickensian period costumes??

- CROWLEY DRESSING UP AS AN ANGEL, TRACK SUIT AND HEADBAND AND AAAAAAHHHHHH

- Aziraphale still working through the knee jerk “we’re not friends, we don’t know each other” reaction

- MURIEL

- Surrender the Angle (or yuor devil)

[inpursuitofnunchi]

sunjae bombarding sol's contact name with ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ is literally me 😭😭😭😭

[fluffypotatey]

I was perfectly fine until I realized that in both "don't force my hand" scenes to Macky and MK, Wukong's eyes are glowing.

:3 yeah you’re right :33333

SWK v Macky:

SWK v MK:

parallels, parallels :) they just love to sneak up on us, don’t they?

[first-blight]

[ID: tweet by Dustin Bates @/dustieboots, showing a notes app screenshot attached: FYI—You can expect new STARSET music every couple months now. Note to the Messengers: The campaigns for these songs are not based in any larger lore. The videos and such are just fun stand-alone sci fi/dystopian bits. HOWEVER, the songs themselves do tie into the next album and story. If you are reading this like "huh?", that's ok, just know there are more bangers coming. /End ID]

[paper-lilypie]

hi across the spiderverse was WACK anyways hobie and pavitr my beloved

[venstm]

i think i need to go a little bit insane.

[corruptpixel]

footage of me feeling the slightest tinge of fnaf brainrot in the back of my brain and jumping in with no hesitation whatsoever

[ask-zacharies-snackarie]

Safety first :)