#when proof drops

[rimatsu]

a long-suffering eddie sitting through two separate 'We Agreed On Taking It Slow This Time Around But Whenever We Lock Eyes I Hear Wedding Bells Ringing In The Distance' conversations a few months post-bucktommy makeup would heal me

[unma]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BABA YAGA IS WRAITHTAKER. Fucking HILARIOUS.

[dazeddoodles]

happy Dana finally talked about TTS. did she say anything else?

About TTS? Not really, just that these of the crew were lovely people and the show itself is good but the creator Chris Sonnenburg was so bad she had to quit (she didn't name him but it was very obvious who she talking about with mentioning him working on the anti woke Bluey ripoff)

We were asked not to record, but pictures were okay. I thought about secretly recording the audio in case Dana said anything especially wild (which she did) but ended up not doing so

I didn't even realize that. On hand I'm conflicted because I still love the show, on the other hand, Tangled fans have known for a long time that guy is an asshole. He literally works for DailyWire.

[darabeatha]

Valentines' personality test ! : 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

[xielian-gets-his-own-blog-now]

this blog is starting to get lore and I'm scared (I love this blog)

Lore?? On my son's blog???? I have no idea what you're talking about (this blog loves you too, coffeeshopdrawings)

(He sometimes tries to get into the crisps bags)

[airenyah]

ooooof why did it take me about 3.5 hours to write about the very first fadelstyle scene alone. at this rate i'm never gonna finish the main text by sunday night (monday noon)

[some-siren]

Hey btw can we agree that s2 was pretty boring and not very funny and that basically the reason why we were so obsessed with it was because of the Final Fifteen? Or is that still too early?

[givehimthemedicine]

wait are there elmax / elumax shippers on here who really actually think it could happen in reality? not "lol it's canon to me" but actually onscreen other-people-can-see-it-too real shit? poll time:

A) I believe elmax WILL be explicitly endgame / confirmed by the writers B) I believe elumax WILL be explicitly endgame / confirmed by the writers C) I think implied-elmax has a real shot. It'd probably just look like a big focus on El and Max's friendship, and will go down in history that way, but the writers mean for some of us to see the truth D) I think implied-elumax has a real shot. It would probably just look like lumax + El being framed as a trio, and it'll go down in history as just lumax, but the writers mean for some of us to see the truth E) I assume lumax will be endgame, but I really think elmax/elumax would work better for the story. the writers just won't do it because they're cowards. F) elmax / elumax is just for fun in my head, it doesn't work in the canon. I know lumax is endgame. G) I think Lucas Max and El will all end the show single, focused on friendship, with the writers not meaning to hint at any romantic combination. H) very specific scenario I'll explain I) I don't ship this I just want to see how insane you people are

and ofc please elaborate in comments or rbs or whatever if you have strong opinions

[colorisbyshe]

i feel like my age clarifies a lot of things about me like 1. i was into naruto when he was my age, like i was 13ish when he was 13 and then when shippuden happened i was 16 too and then the epilogue happened when i was early 20s and he was early 20s (getting married?? fucked up) and now he's 30ish when i'm 30ish and 2. dubstep was massive when i was in college

that doesn't explain everything wrong with me but... it does explain some things

[vyoongi]

hear me out: carageta + cannibalism as a metaphor for love

[kairosclerosis]

FLASHBACK!

Some time last year. . .

Tarrent moved down the dimly light hallways of BBA, the wheels of his custom wheelchair gliding smoothly across the polished floor. Then 16, he was already a champion level trainer, renowned in his home region of Orre. Here however, few students knew him for his title or his past. Most knew him as just another art student, a quiet, focused young man with an undeniable talent for design.

This was exactly how Tarrent wanted it. He hadn't come to BBA to relive his victories as a champion. He had come to study art and design, to immerse himself in the world he had always dreamed of. Pokemon battles were a thing of the past—he wasn't here to compete for the glory of a title. He was here to carve out a new path for himself, one defined by creativity, expression, and his passion for visual storytelling. His wheelchair wasn't just a tool for mobility; it was a part of his identity. While he could walk at least a short distance most days, he preferred the independence his chair gave him. The chair had been designed with him in mind, sleek lines and intricate detailing that reflected his personal style. It was as much a work of art as anything he'd ever created. He had used one since he was 14, and had long ago learned to live with it and had eventually come to embrace it as an extension of himself.

His days were filled with classes on graphic design, digital illustration, fine arts, and the occasional mandatory battle focused class. He had a natural talent for capturing the essence of movement, shape, and form—skills he'd honed over years of sketching pokemon, studying their behavior, and trying to understand the way they moved in battle. Pokemon battles had been the driving force behind his early art, and even now, the fierce beauty of battle still inspired his designs. At the academy though, his art was something more personal. It was a reflection of his soul, his identity, and his thoughts.

He paused in front of the art studio, a familiar sense of calm settling over him as he glanced at the project he had been given today—a design for a new gym logo. It wasn't just about making something that looked good. He wanted to capture the essence of what the gym represented. Every curve, every line, needed to convey the power and strategy of the battles that took place there. It needed to speak to the trainers and challengers who would walk through those doors, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. With a steady hand, Tarrent began to work on his design, each stroke of his stylus deliberate and focused. The image slowly began to take shape, a sleek, modern representation of a gym's fighting spirit, blended with abstract elements that spoke to the discipline and strategy that were central to every battle.

As he worked, he glanced at his partner pokemon—Duman, his Excadrill—who lay curled up beside him in the corner of the studio the two were in. Duman had been with him through thick and thin, always by his side, especially during his rise to the top of Orre's pokemon league. The Excadrill had been his closest companion for years, and their bond went beyond the bond of just trainer and pokemon. Duman was a symbol of Tarrent's strength, both in the battles they fought together and in the personal challenges Tarrent had faced.

There was a part of Tarrent that missed battling, the rush of the arena, the tension of every move as he commanded his pokemon. He missed the mental clarity it gave him, the feeling of being completely in sync with his team, of knowing exactly what to do, when to act. But those battles were behind him now. He had a different goal here—to forge a future that was shaped not by battles, but by the art he had always loved. Tarrent's passion for design wasn't a new development. He had spent years sketching pokemon and imagining how their forms and movements could be captured in static art. Even during his rise to fame as a champion, he had always kept his love for art alive. When he wasn't training, he was drawing. When he wasn't battling, he was designing. His pokemon journey had always been intertwined with his creativity, and here, he was finally able to focus on it fully.

As he worked on the gym logo, Tarrent reflected on his decision to come to Unova. It hadn't been an easy choice, to step away from the spotlight, to leave behind the title of Champion and seek something more personal. It was even harder knowing that he wouldn't have any friends or family in Unova. There were days when he wondered if he was making the right choice, if his decision to study and focus on art instead of continuing to battle was somehow abandoning the path he had worked so hard to build. But then he would think about the designs in front of him, the blank pages waiting to be filled, and he knew this was where he belonged. He was more than just some Champion level trainer. He was an artist, and that was something he had to nurture, just as he had nurtured his pokemon battles. When class ended, Tarrent took a moment to admire his work. The logo was complete, and he felt a sense of satisfaction that came only from finishing a project that he had been able to truly express his creativity with. He couldn't help but smile, proud of the work he had done.

As he wheeled out of the studio, Duman followed closely beside him, his claws tapping softly against the floor. Tarrent had become used to the rhythm of life at the academy—a balance between art and the faint echo of his past as a champion. The path he had chosen wasn't easy, and he knew it never would be. There were times when he felt the weight of his decisions, times when the lure of battle seemed too strong to ignore. But he had slowly come to learn that the greatest victories didn't always happen inside the arena. Sometimes, they were just personal decisions that you make when you make a choice to follow your heart. As Tarrent made his way down the corridor, with Duman by his side and the rest of his team in their poke balls, he realized that this was his true battle. It wasn't about who could fight the hardest or becoming the best trainer. No, it was about embracing who he was—an artist, a creator, and a champion in his own right, no matter what the world thought of him.

[nameless-network]

crazy thought but maybe we shouldnt be speculating on who someones abuser is without proof

[fullofwings]

need to quit my job so I can focus on what really matters: gay vampires and writing fan fiction

[beatcroc]

my hot take about columbo is i dont think he even has a wife

[br1ghtestlight]

small part of my brain: what if bob was a high school dropout

[whis--ker]

Lessons in UTAU bank making I've learned so far

1: Please for the love of god use Oremo with BGM to time the samples bcs what the fuck IS this

2: WHY AM I SO OUT OF TUNE IN THESE SAMPLES WHAT WAS I DOING. DON'T DO THAT

3: idk what happened to these samples but the audio is terrible why is it so. Clicky. Make them not like that