#you can prove nothing

[phoenix-drowning-ina-rainy-world]

YOU. /pos

Hiii!!!!!!

[icycove]

SELLOUT 🫵

me finding out my mutual is one inch taller than me

[elodieunderglass]

And one amang, an Iyrysch man,

Uppone his hoby swyftly ran…

WAIT HANG ON - slamming the brakes on drawing this stupid picture - do you nerds even KNOW the etymology of the word “hobby”? The thing you do for pleasure? The thing you have too many of? The thing you spend too much money on and share with your friends? The thing tumblr probably is to you? Those hobbies?

It comes from a now-kind-of-extinct breed of Irish pony-horse. It was called the Irish Hobby. Supposedly the hobby got its name from the Gaelic word obann, or swift. They definitely were. They’d obann your pants clean off.

Fast tough little bastards, built for rough terrain and renowned for their speed and stamina, hobby horses belonged to the Celts, and their highly annoying style of mounted warfare. but their conquerors liked hobby horses a lot, kept them, used them for themselves, and found them useful enough, despite the fact that they also had famously useful things like mounted knights or horse archers. A lightweight Irish warrior, mounted on a hobby horse, was called a hobelar.

Reportedly and in depictions, hobelars rode without stirrups. Or saddles. Or bridles. Or - well - this is all sounding very improbable, because the hobelars COULDNT have just been charging around basically bare-assed on naked ponies, screaming, and somehow in the process undoing the composure of actual mounted armoured knights. Knights who, I remind you, had stirrups. Stirrups are useful! It’s quite likely the hobelars had some gear. And clothes. and weapons. And the ponies probably had some tack - I am picturing a bellyband that you could at least hang a saddlebag on, and a neck rope for catching the bloody thing, even if not a saddle. But the overall impression, somehow created by people on darling little ponies, was apparently quite striking and fearful.

I mean. God Forbid People Have Hobbies.

Anyway after a while, whatever people became the British had eventually conquered all of the rough terrain that hobbies were best at, and horse archers just got sexier, and mounted knights became aristos, and all the bog and forest people had been subdued, so it was time to sunset the hobelars. but WAIT! Hobby horses are still tremendously fun and appealing! They’re so fast! and you can ride them without a saddle! Sure, they’re not up to the weight of a mounted knight, or indeed a lot of guys… but surely we can still find a use for a hobby or two? In the back garden? Somewhere?

At which point an English king decided to keep hobby horses just for fun. No military application. No further development of the technology. Not for fun. Just as expensive, pleasurable, pets. Just for the joy of the thing.

And that is how hobby (activity done purely for pleasure) comes from hobby horse (small horse) possibly from obann (swift.) they’re very interesting and you should look all this up for yourself! because it sure sounds like Elodie doing a bit, doesn’t it?

Today, Irish Hobbies are functionally nonexistent. References for drawing include the Kerry Bog Pony, the Connemara, and (I personally think) Dartmoors and Exmoors. They’re said to have lent their speed to the Irish Hunter/Sport Horse and from there to the Thoroughbred, but every damn horse in the world claims relation to the Thoroughbred, and they can’t be THAT thoroughly bred.

At any rate - you can never have enough hobbies. Just be glad that yours aren’t expensive beasts with minds of their own, eating their heads off in the pasture! …Unless they are. In which case, you’re part of a proud tradition.

[nightskylonging]

Too many sites have removed sharp corners. I miss the days of my applications having right angles, you know? They were reliable, stable. Nothing to worry about with a right angle. Everything fits together.

Rounded corners, on the other hand? Those are misleading. What are they trying to hide in the empty space? I do not trust the company who made this, and 'friendly' shapes will not change that. Buttons can be round, but there should be more right angles than rounded edges.

[thatcringewh0re]

*Steals this and runs back to my little fox hidey hole*

little Andy 🤍🐾

made by me!!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 162

“So,” Danny drawled from where he was sitting, legs kicking slightly. Really, what a fun reincarnation. A world with heroes and villains where he didn’t have to do shit in and could just vibe with Ellie. 

“So,” Tim responded from where he was typing on his computer, mostly in civilian clothes save for his gauntlets and boots. The Red Robin outfit was haphazardly dropped across the couch and his pole leaning against the end. 

“Technically there’s proper procedures for clones…” Danny motioned to both himself and Ellie from where they sat on the counter, snacking on a plateful of scones. From Alfred, he was certain. 

“Technically, yes… but do we want to actually do that?” 

All three of them smiled, something almost feral in the motion. Of course not. They all had the same memories after all, and Bruce had just returned from the past, from exactly where and when Tim had said he was. Despite no one believing him, hence why they were in his boathouse, and not in the apartment or manor. 

“Think we can pull it off?” Ellie took a sip of tea, mischief swirling in her eyes. 

“Of course we can.” Both Danny and Tim spoke at once, one pulling up a new doc and the other pulling the whiteboard out from under a curtain. 

[project-sekai-facts]

i'm curious why you feel confident in saying that mizuki was trans, it feels like the story itself only explicitly stated that she's amab - i would really like for it to be confirmed but it feels a bit like jumping the gun

If I'm wrong, I'm wrong, but considering how uncomfortable Mizuki is with classmates calling her a boy, and how she's gone out of her way to not have N25 know this, and how she reacted to Ena being asked "If you're friends with Mizuki, are you [a cis girl] a boy too?", idk man I think I can jump the gun.

Plus everything in the trans Mizuki post. The blatant use of the trans flag colors, people calling younger Mizuki "weird" and asking "isn't it odd for you to wear that" when she goes into school in typically girly clothes for the first time, Mizuki having short hair and boys clothes in middle school but long hair and girls clothes in high school, her sister encouraging her to stop repressing and live her life on her own terms.

Like. This is Mizuki's reaction to classmates telling Ena that Mizuki is a guy. It's the fact they asked a cis girl if she was a boy to try and justify why she was friends with Mizuki. Like there's some sort of implication there that they think Mizuki is pretending to be a girl. Yeah sure maybe they'll turn around and say Mizuki is a crossdresser despite everything, but Mizuki being told "isn't it weird for you to dress [like a girl]", "it's just for attention" "it's just a phase". It resonates so much with the trans experience, these are word for word things that trans people hear, and then you can couple that with clpl saying they aim to portray their character's struggles realistically.

Like. Let's get this straight. The boys who ask Ena if "[she's] a guy too" are presumably the same ones who have been showing up in the story since the beginning, being portrayed as bullies. Them calling Mizuki a boy, and making fun of her for dressing in a feminine way, is presented as bullying. Going off that translation doc since sekaibest still doesn't have the script, they follow up that scene by saying that Ena is a "normal girl". Normal is the key word here. Ena is a "normal" (cis) girl to them which implies they view Mizuki as an "abnormal girl" (trans girl), or they outright just call her a guy. Yikes.

Again. Mizuki's reaction to the bullying speaks volumes. Mizuki had gone through such lengths to hide this from her friends. It feels way too much for them to just say she's a gnc cis boy at the end of it. Listen, if gender wasn't related here, she wouldn't have nearly this much issue with her friend being told she's a gender the story has repeatedly proven that she doesn't want to identify as and have other people identify her with. Simply from the perspective of a screenwriter.

...also mizuki is literally grouped as a girl for gameplay purposes and always has been? And ensekai at least at launch made the executive decision to use she/her for Mizuki.

But if I'm wrong, I'm wrong.

[danadiadea]

An addition from the comments of my previous post with the "Severus is a roe doe" headcanon cause I want you guys to see this:

Sev would be one of the smaller deer species, and I think a roe doe is a good match for him. They are very adaptive animals (widespread in Europe and some parts of Asia), gracious and lean and elegant, prefer to live in solitary and very self-reliant, elusive and cautious, use camouflage as a survival strategy which represents Severus' role as a spy; fiercely protective of fawns (Severus spends all the books defending children from dying), have sharp instincts and are alert to danger. Intelligent in ways that maximise survival and show behavioural flexibility. Have the kind of quiet, preserving strength Severus has, and are pretty emotional. Roe deer are not naturally aggressive, but can become dangerous if provoked, cornered, or protecting young. They will stamp, snort, or even charge in defence, and like most wild animals, will fight back if trapped. That works really well with Severus, I'd say. He's a roe doe🥺

He also was in a position of prey most of his life, so I'm afraid this also fits.... Severus is foremost a survivor – just like those pretty things are.

Also, with the gender question – I don't know if this is important at all, but to me, Severus has strong non-binary vibes, so his patronus can be any sex it wants to be.

[ryan-sometimes]

Recently I’ve been getting anons and comments doubting the validity of some of the stories I tell on here. There’s nothing I can do to convince you that the stories I tell on here are completely genuine. All I can say is that they really are. I only post the wackiest, most interesting or funny stories of my life on here. You don’t get much of the boring day to day stuff.

Truth is, I come from a very long line of crazy people. When my dad was in med school he and some friends planted a small homemade bomb in an abandoned bathroom at their university. His roommate stole a pancreas from the corpse lab and put it in a girl’s backpack. The entire med school was suspended because no one owned up to it. My uncle would sneak out at night with my grandma’s car and she’d find out because she’d check the mileage and see it’d gone up, so my uncle started driving her car backwards since that didn’t increase the mileage. He got arrested driving her car backwards on the highway to another town. My uncle would steal my grandpa’s shotgun, tell his friends to jump in the pool, and start firing it randomly at the backyard. My cousin genuinely had two weed smoking girlfriends who were also girlfriends with each other. My great uncle had an affair exposed by having his intimate photos and videos with his mistress sent to the family groupchat by people who stole his phone, all because they were salty that my aunt told them to go fuck themselves when they messaged her asking for money. My aunt took out all her life savings and moved to another state to build a bunker because she believes the apocalypse is coming, and she didn’t even take any of her children. I don’t know how to tell you this, but life is just stranger than fiction sometimes. The sample size of life stories you get on my blog are just the instances in which that’s true.

[river-bottom-nightmare]

bruce “piles my entire moral framework onto dick’s shoulders and blames him when either one of us buckles under it bc i know deep down he’s the only one that’ll forgive me for it” wayne

[patrice-bergerons]

Fitzier thought of the day is that James must have tried, probably quite hard, to befriend Francis, before we meet them at the start of the series. I don't think he ever liked Francis, their temperaments are too different for that (before going thru the horrors), but Francis is his senior on the expedition and James thrives by ensuring that he is liked by those in power around him, by ensuring that he is useful to them so that none look too closely at his gilded exterior to notice what it hides underneath. Sure he is shielded by Sir John, he does not report directly to Francis, but even then it goes against his entire survival strategy to be that openly hostile and rude towards anybody, even someone he can barely stand.

Which means, he must have tried with Francis, and probably tried again when his initial efforts failed, only to be met with utter disdain. And if your life is built around a lie you must hide at all costs and if the second in command is an Arctic veteran and a far superior sailor than you will ever be, if he rebuffs all your attempts at friendship and looks at you with that disdain—what do you feel except that you are seen for exactly what you are and rightfully condemned?

I think James hates Francis with everything he has because he would desperately like to believe that he is brave and clever and accomplished, that he deserves fame and success, and equally knows deep down, perhaps too deep down for conscious awareness, that he isn't, he doesn't, and he never will be.

[soracities]

I have been thirty for a few months. I never thought I'd make it, truly. I had no plans beyond twenty. I'm a high school drop out with various disabilities, I'm not conventionally 'attractive', I've never had many friends and my support network has failed me several times. And the idea of making plans, after a trail of failures and let-downs (both of myself and others), only filled me with dread. I have to take care of so much. I have my blessings, of course, but not without my own troubles. I have never been on a date, I've never been kissed even though I do want that. I've had to make the decision between bills and feeding myself. I've watched everyone around me fade away or leave. This, however, will pass. This time, in ten years, I'll have been forty for a few months. In twenty, I'll be fifty. And I can see myself being those ages. This year, I planted flowers for the first time and I've watched them grow. I've started reading after years of being told I am too stupid to understand things or that having joys won't make me successful. I've made new friends. I even repaired the strained relationship with my parents, something I never thought I'd be able to do. My life isn't going to be plastered on a big screen or be a bestseller but I don't need it to be. If I never marry or I die alone with no one, I don't think I'll regret it because I'll have myself. My thirties, I realize, are my gift to myself to know love and be loved by myself. Like I ... was the one who grew those flowers that made me happy because I know flowers make me happy, I chose to read the books I love because I know that they will make me happy, I choose to find my little joys instead of the joys others have expected of me. I'll get myself to forty, fifty, maybe even a hundred! I'll continue to give myself little joys because right now that is what is making me happy. That may change at forty! At fifty, a hundred, I don't know! I believe, however, I would like to find out ... and that is something I never would have said at twenty. I don't know if I will make it because as my farmer of a grandfather would say, "You have no idea what a year will bring." And you don't, there is no way to predict what the year, the month, or even tomorrow will bring, but you plant the seeds anyway. You plant them and take care of them as though you know they get to full ripeness and harvest. That process, I've learned for myself, is how I've found love. I just plant the seed today. I may or may not have flowers tomorrow but knowing that I may is enough for me to want to see.

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[non-operator]

sobbing and crying and wailing and howling like a crusty dog about the new comic There's So Much to unpack but I can't see or think with my tears. So none of this will be coherent or completed thoughts, just straight up word vomit

I think the biggest thing is the fact that Till only begins really unpacking his trauma and grief once he is older. More specifically, when he realizes he is older than Ivan. I feel like it's such a significant detail (obviously since the comic does kind of center the last half on it) because Till is now an adult and holds more life experience to reflect on the past, which finally gives him the ability to (try to) understand Ivan whereas before he couldn't.

I feel like you can see it in the dialogue Till gives to Ivan, because it's important to remember that this isn't the real Ivan but a hallucination. Ivan isn't saying anything; Till is the one making him say it, based on what he believes Ivan would say.

I find it so interesting and heartbreaking that in the moment Till begins to understand Ivan's perspective, Ivan's face can't be seen.

These two panels aren't juxtaposed, but they are still in the same pose. And it's Ivan "saying" the lines "can't you say it first? I wish you'd say it first" that triggers Till to reflect on how old Ivan was when he died. And that's what leads to the second panel. Exact same pose, and Ivan's face can't be seen. I think it's this moment that Till realizes that Ivan wanted comfort, and thus that Ivan had been scared.

However, Till can never know for sure because Ivan is dead; he can never confirm or follow-up on this, as reflected by the shadowed face.

Even when Till starts verbalizing his realization that he's outgrown dead Ivan, we still can't see his face:

And Ivan is still in his Round 6 outfit/the form he died in. I feel like this reflects how much Till regrets not understanding Ivan during this time. Not just during Round 6, but when they were this age, when they began the competition-- the time they all really needed support from one another.

I don't think it's a coincidence that even as we see child Ivan's face in the memory, we never really get to see hallucination Ivan's face as this is happening.

AND THEN THE FUCKING HUG WITH BABY IVAN??!??!

Something about how adult perspective on childhood and something about how even though it happened too late, just having an understanding of what Ivan was going through/empathizing with his fear is enough to bring Till some peace because now Ivan isn't a figure to fear but rather someone Till knows cared about him. Like as he's going to hug Ivan, it looks like they'll kiss right??? But the positions are reversed because Till is the one on the left and initiating while Ivan is on the right and looking shocked but Till doesn't kiss Ivan. Ignoring shipping, the hug shows that Till isn't pushing Ivan away anymore, that he's not rejecting him anymore out of not knowing what Ivan's deal was. And the fact that Ivan becomes a child when Till says "I never knew you were so scared" reflects how he's retroactively re-contextualizing their past and understanding why Ivan chose to sacrifice himself and the love that existed, that they were family and I'm crying and going insane and I can't write anything comprehensible anymore

You know how sometimes the healing process is like, you as the adult forgiving your child self or providing for your child self. I feel like it's like that but towards the guilt of dead childhood friends/family. But also something about how you can never fully understand the people close to you, especially loved ones you've lost, but you can always trust that the love was there. Even if you don't understand it completely or if it wasn't compatible with you, past or present, it was there and sometimes that's enough

[toriv06]

The Carnage Tango.

[solemnswearings]

ok, i think it depends on how you see kevin’s character, but consider: wait for it x kevin day.

[cnl0400]

I don't want to hear about how Obey Me is so "inclusive" when they treat their only woman character like this tbh