#words cannot express how I feel

[glitzybunny]

dw about spamming me u goof!! but about that slow dance tag,,, you made me sappy <//33

me? wishing for all you worries to disappear? just to slow dance?? freely?? naaa (yes, i do want that)

Now you've made me sappy :'<

To want to be a part of that fantasy? To listen of the sounds of the outside world disappear and focus on nothing but us and the music? I would never (I would, I so very would- </3)

[rosiethedragongeek]

I LITERALLY LOVE THIS PICTURE SO MUCH YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND LIKE,, I'M CRYING

THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS AND THEY HAVE BEEN SINCE THEY WERE KIDS AND THEY'RE NOT KIDS ANYMORE AND THEY'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER THEIR WHOLE LIVES AND THE LIVE TOGETHER AND THEY SPEND NIGHTS AROUND CAMPFIRES TELLING STORIES AND THEY MAKE EACH OTHER DINNER AND EAT IT AROUND A TABLE TOGETHER AND THEY KNOW EACH OTHER SO WELL AND I'M LITERALLY CRYING

[jade-of-mourning]

sorry sometimes i think about mako and my heart hurts so much. this kid raised himself and his brother on the streets in homelessness and utter poverty from eight through fifteen, promptly after seeing the violent death of his mother and father. he turned to the triple threats because they couldn't survive as a pair of wretched kids without any adult support, and the environment forced him to turn into the exact character that killed his parents in a terrible twist of irony. and after sheer-fucking-luck hits and they aren't homeless anymore, their livelihood wavers on the outcome of what's a literally game to everyone but them; and after things are finally starting to look up and their team is going places and things just might be okay, his gradually stabilizing world unceremoniously expands and everything goes to shit.

and the city that chewed him up and spat him back out, ruined him as a child and took away his ability to stay afloat in a true sense of normalcy as an adult — when it's on the verge of destruction and falling to pieces before his eyes, he gives himself to save it with the full expectation to die. he went from the kid who didn't and couldn't care about anything outside of himself and his brother, to finding redemption for his younger self in his police work despite its injustice against him, to willingly sacrificing himself to a world that had never loved him.

he's a desperate people pleaser, socially and emotionally stunted for the adult he had to be as a kid, unable to navigate interpersonal relationships easily yet still trying his damned hardest. he's intensely and entirely devoted to the things that matter to him and for so long it was only him, bolin, and ensuring their survival — yet by the end, that devotion has expanded to protecting the rest of the world. he starts out entirely self-reliant and ends in trusting the people he cares about to know their own needs, to be able to take care of themselves, to be okay without him despite having spent so much of his life defined by his role in others' well-being.

just. what the fuck i'm such a big fan of this fictional guy and i'm unashamed about it at this point. also let him cry please (if you won't i'll do it i'll let him cry)

[walmart-miku]

I am once again being mentally ill about kimcom

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

i love your hua cheng design so dearly

YES! YES! TRUE TO SIZE!!!

[mewtwo24]

Something about Hua Cheng's expression here is killing me--I know this is supposed to be a delicate moment of reassurance but the pure hater energy radiating off of him is just immaculate

[ventiswampwater]

Brian Van Holt as Sergeant Ray Dunbar

BASIC (2003) dir. John McTiernan

[eyrieofsynapses]

good evening, all. it is May the 25th. our lilacs are blooming, just as the ones at the Watch House did. and I am thinking about remembrance of the fallen, and GNU, and the love in commemoration.

y'know, I read Night Watch… oh, maybe a year ago and some months ago. and the lilac symbolism, the remembrance of the Watch, has always struck me with the depth of the emotion of it, the tangibility of it in the flowers. but I wasn't aware that today was the day until I saw commemorative posts, all that gorgeous artwork and more, on my dash.

I was also not aware, until now, that fans commemorated the day not only because of the book reference, but in support of Terry Pratchett and of those with Alzheimer's. which knocked me over a bit because of course, of course the group that would use GNU to honor him would do that. and… I've been thinking about GNU a lot, lately, and this caught me again.

I read Going Postal a bit ago, and reread it recently. both times, the parts about GNU made me tear up. this idea of the names, the memories, the lives of the clacks workers who dedicated themselves to ensuring that people heard each other's voices—all those names spoken again and again and again by that which they poured their souls into, winging along in the air as they could not, an eternal reminder that they were loved—how could that not touch a person's heart?

when I found out that fans online used it to memorialize him, I damn well cried. hell, I still tear up just thinking about it. do you know, there's a code for an HTTP header "X-Clacks-Overhead: GNU Terry Pratchett" written by Reddit users to put in webpages, where it goes unseen by the average user? and in 2015, when Netcraft took a survey, there were eighty-four thousand websites using it? it's eight years later—how many thousands upon thousands of websites have this now, do you think? how many little cables of light has his name flown along, now? how many times?

that alone is absurdly and unimaginably lovely in its own right, but… there's something else to it. there's something about remembering with the lilac sprigs every year, just as Vimes and those who were there remembered their dead. something about how, when we take up our lilac sprigs, we carry a little piece of the characters in our hearts, too. I kept trying to put my finger on why that makes me tear up the way it does. the conclusion I came to is this:

what greater way to honor a writer is there, but to honor them the way they did the characters they poured their heart and soul into? what better way to say we know you and you are not forgotten and your work and words and gifts to the world are held in our hearts forever than to remember them by their own words, their own vision? how else could we say you embodied all the good you believed in and wished to see in the world, but to memorialize them after the little pieces of their soul they wrapped in ink and put upon the page?

it is a knowing of the writer, to remember them in their way. it is not a worn-out faceless platitude, but a reminder that their work has been read and will continue to be, that the characters and world they loved enough to bring to life last just as their name does. such remembrance is warm and loving and delights in their memory even as it grieves.

and now Pratchett's name has been written in his tradition, over and over and over, across the vast plane of the Internet, where it will—with any luck—continue to fly for generations to come.

there is no way to truly express the beauty of that… but perhaps we can catch a glimpse of it in the lilacs, both ours and the Watch's.

[creationcitystreet-em]

Me: wow a full weekend off? I can actually study and get some much needed work done!

My brain: what if you reread the entirety of “Where Soul Meets Body” for the first time in like 5+ years and stayed up until 6am doing so instead??

[that-one-ao3-writer]

Head empty just Mama! Chuuya lecturing the Black Lizards

[baliisarda]

This is an old (I'm saying old but i's from october 2023 😭) illustration of mine but I just came across it again and wanted to share it!

(here is the original picture by the way)

[cephalog0d]

[yxurstrulyyy]

haven’t played fnf in a while but the silly Billy mod made me start playing again and OH MY GOD THIS MELODY. I thought the whitty mod was peak fnf but this fr is a league of its own.

ILL MAKE. YOU SAY. HOW PROUUD YOU ARE OF ME. SO STAYY AWAKE. JUST LONGG ENOUGH TO SEE. MY WAYYYY.

[flythesail]

NANCY DREW REMAINS BEST SHOW

[stormyoceans]

CHILLS AND CRYING AND THROWING UP BLOOD AND GOOSEBUMPS AND AWE AND EATING GLASS AND GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST AND MAKING A LOBOTOMY APPOINTMENT AND SHIVERS AND TEARS AND THRASHING AND ENGAGING IN FITS OF FEMALE HYSTERIA AND GETTING DRAGGED INTO A PADDED ROOM I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY WHAT DO YOU EVEN SAY TO ALL THIS WHAT CAN YOU EVEN /SAY/

[42deg]

watching house is a trip but hearing the writers early opinions is so funny "he's not autistic he's just an eccentric jerk" "house isn't in love with wilson they're both straight" not only did you write an autistic bisexual you also gave him adhd and complex ptsd.