#(i think idk time is fake)

[puppppppppy]

horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago

[mrmeepsmadmind]

i love when ppl draw bumblebee like the happy little creachure he is but also i love when people draw bumblebee like he's had 500 beers in the last 1 hour and still the pain won't even ebb

[roscoehamiltons]

having some insomniac thoughts about how the public perception of the george vs max fight is affected by their PR personas, how much people value authenticity (or the appearance of being authentic) now in celeb culture, and how max uses that to his advantage….

[lemonlimestar]

supernova kon ✨ my boygirlthing <3

[deoidesign]

making mobile game ads for my webcomic. it's enrichment.

[yupuffin]

I think the aspect of the 2.7 story that felt most impactful to me was something that was previously addressed in the Penacony main story, but was reemphasized and expanded upon with Sunday being the narrative focus of this update:

Sunday is scared.

His motivation to protect the people and things important to him -- Robin is an excellent example -- manifests as a desire for control, to eliminate potential dangers. This motivation is based in fear; he's afraid to lose what he has to factors beyond his control, like the bullet that nearly took his sister's life.

And part of the "true paradise" he longs for involves preventing the sense of powerlessness that accompanies that fear. He believes that humanity sleeps because "we are afraid to awaken from our dreams." Indeed, the appeal of the "sweet dream" of Penacony is freedom from the uncontrollable and inevitable tragedies of the waking world.

It's part of what made him such an effective villain in the Penacony arc; even though you may disagree vehemently with his actions, you can understand with and sympathize the rationale behind them. In his mind, absolute control over the Dreamscape -- the elimination of frightening unknowns -- is the most effective way to keep everyone safe and happy. However, this undermines the real freedom and autonomy of the affected populace, many of whom are unaware of the Dreamscape's true nature.

In the 2.7 update, Sunday is "nerfed after turning into a good guy," to use March's words. Previously, he enjoyed immense social status as the head of the Oak Family -- and as the imposing, invulnerable, "final boss"-style antagonist. Now, his role is effectively reversed; he's a fugitive who has to disguise himself to evade the potential consequences of simply being seen.

He's an incredibly vulnerable position.

Not just physically -- as the audience, we also get intimate insights into his feelings and thought processes. Now he recognizes the scope of the harm he was previously willing to cause in the name of absolute control, and shoulders the responsibility of dealing with the repercussions.

His newly evident guilt and shame is emotionally moving on its own...

...and becomes even more poignant when you realize that guilt and shame and vulnerability has been a crucial aspect of his character from the very beginning. After all, so much of his deep-seated fear of the unknown stemmed from him blaming himself -- his lack of control over the situation -- for Robin's unforeseen injury.

I found the scene at the Dream's Edge the most touching in this update. Sunday's conversation with Robin is a bit of a paradox: he is deeply sincere and vulnerable in speaking to his own sister, yet guarded because he must avoid revealing his true identity. And Robin, in turn, directly provides an alternate outlook on Sunday's character, describing him as though to someone who's never met him, as though he isn't there.

And Robin's perspective reaffirms that Sunday's apparent invulnerability was essentially a facade. He may have been the head of the Oak Family, and the imposing final boss, but at the same time, on the inside, he was continually paralyzed by fear.

Sunday has always been vulnerable. He has always been scared.

And I think what makes the conclusion to the 2.7 story so satisfying and triumphant is that Sunday begins to properly address his fear, his persistent guilt and shame. He moves beyond simply acknowledging it, and recognizes not just how indulging his fear can bring further harm, but also what good things (that otherwise wouldn't occur) can happen when he overcomes it -- as it were, when he doesn't let his fear control him.

I'm going to be real, I probably had an intelligent-sounding conclusion for this, but... it took me several weeks to write this and I've forgotten any idea i might have had previously, so let's just say he definitely hit me right in the feels. 🤣

[palarien]

i'm geasspilled

[communistkenobi]

I have to shed cool guy posting brain. whenever my beautiful Mutuals post about youtube drama between guys who review bidets or write cutthroat kitchen rpf I think the world is so beautiful and full of wonder. But I’m too shy to talk about what I’ve been doing (reading mission impossible fanfiction)

[angelpuns]

pov i did in fact get a (v cheap) cane to see if it helped any but I'm??? apprehensive about using it or telling anyone about it cause im?? Idk if it will improve my life but it's a temporary solution until I can go to the doctor. Anyway this is just me telling someone( the internet) about it cause it frankly should not be this big of a deal. It just is cause that's the type of person I am. I mean- my friends can attest to me not being able to stand or walk for long periods of time, I just don't want them to??? i don't wanna say judge me, but maybe think I am being dramatic?? It really is temporary to see if it helps so. Idk. I know they probably wouldn't but man im just.ragh. I also was under the assumption that canes are just for support when walking but apparently nthey are also helpful if you have trouble standing. good to know cause that's where most of my issues lie. walking sucks too but I can usually deal cause im too focused on other things such as 'dont get hit by car' and 'dont let knees get too straight'

ALSO SIDE NOTE I WILL BE GOING TO A DOCTOR SOMETIME AFTER JANUARY IM JUST LITERALLY TOO BUSY AND POOR RN TO DO SO

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

went a little overboard with making a color guide to my Hierophant tarot stained glass style embroidery pattern and then got distracted playing with glass textures oops. i'm havin Fun... i kinda wanna get this as a sticker ngl

[beatcroc]

homest[ar/uck] posting. this was meant to be supplementary to the gerome comic as him 'explaining the joke' but i uhhhhhh forgot.

i'm not much for crossovers in the the traditional sense, but it IS one of my favorite character exploration exercises to just go like 'if x media existed in this universe, who would and would not be a fan of it?'. and these ones are pretty notorious and always very fun to mess with for that and so here we are

[lesbianherald]

kind of curious why the majority of jayvik smut focuses on bottom! viktor only. like no one wants to clap the golden boy's cheeks or smth 😔 anyway can't wait for your new AU because I know you won't leave me hanging in this top! jayce world.

i usually disengage with top/bottom discourse completely because 9/10 times I find it deeply stupid but this was so fucking funny. also "bottom!viktor" I know what you are. Fandom Vet.

[buff-shizun]

Blackout

“That…was not how I imagined that would go.”

“Agreed,” Binghe groaned, face in his hands. He dared not look up, overwhelmed by just a glimpse of the world around him.

Truly, Xin Mo was not to be underestimated.

“I agree.” The Elder sighed. He cast a hand through ruffled hair- and when that wasn't soothing enough, to his beard with rough strokes.

“We were lucky it was inclined to play with you as a first reaction. Had that blade wanted to, it definitely could have left us both blithering idiots for the rest of our lives- however short that would be in this heaven forsaken realm.”

Binghe frowned and peered through his fingers. “You took damage as well?”

His question was met with a snort, “After the way it backhanded me into the fringes of your mind? I’m lucky my cultivation offset the brunt of that. Had I taken that hit directly, I might not have made it back for a while.”

Binghe shuddered. ‘A while’, in this hell, alone with just that dreaded sword? 

No. No, he couldn’t. Meng Mo can’t. As stubborn and ornery as the Elder Dream Demon could be, Binghe would gladly have ten of him squabbling around in his head than spend a single day alone with only that sword for company.

“‘Ornery’?! Kid, hundreds of demons out there would kill to have my expertise at hand!”

“As you always say,” Binghe mumbled dryly, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

“And I say for good reason! You-!” Realizing what he was doing, Meng Mo cut himself off with a blistering sigh. “Ah, forget it. Point is we got off easy. You, got off easy. If we hadn't planned this out beforehand, heavens know where we would be right now.”

“Where are you going with this?”

The Elder gestured to the cliffs and ravines jutting up, through, and splitting apart the once flat desert plains, scaring it horribly. “One good hit, kid. That's all it would take right now.” His hands drop almost violently down to his sides, “We need to train, harder than ever before. This can't happen again.”

Binghe frowned, “You know why I can't do that.”

“We’re going to have to find a way- don't you glare at me, boy! I know what I’m asking for!”

“Then why ask at all!” He snapped, hand gesturing out to his dreamscape. “This alone will take weeks to fix. Months, if I’m unlucky! I can barely sleep as it is!”

Meng Mo exploded, “You're just going to have to try!”

A tense silence passed between them. Binghe did not have to tell him what he thought of that, and the Elder did not have to say anything at all to show him how frustrated the situation made him too. They were both at risk here, after all.

“...look, kid, maybe- and this is a risky maybe- Xin Mo might be our solution here. It's a double edged sword by every meaning of the phrase, but it's already proven it finds you more useful alive and well than as a comatose flesh puppet. Take advantage of that. Give it more reasons to take care of you rather than just use you.”

Binghe's brows furrowed. “You’re suggesting I find a way to endear myself to possibly the most evil blade I've ever had the misfortune to cross paths with?”

“You’ve already got this far, why not give it a shot? Can’t hurt to try.”

He wanted to point out that it very well could hurt to try. It already had. The memory alone of those tortured moments before blissfully blacking out sent a quiver running up his limbs. Unwittingly, a cold sweat broke out along his neck, breath catching in his throat. 

He pushed the memory aside, though it did not go easily. He also wanted to point out that that's almost exactly what Meng Mo had said when they’d first heard of the sword, and he was not so desperate to take his chances now as he had been at the beginning of this awful quest; especially after learning what kind of hell his death could easily become should this new plan prove foolhardy. 

Once again though, Meng Mo knew exactly what he was thinking. He always knew what Binghe was thinking; and once again, Meng Mo did not have to say what both already knew. 

They didn't have any choice; they had to try.

[moeblob]

They're soulmates in every single universe and I miss them at the most random times.

[deoidesign]

We're just too different...

You mean too well

[bumblingbabooshka]

Voyager should have had an episode where the command trio beat the absolute hell out of each other while blaming each other for being stuck in the delta quadrant as the fever pitch of a rising tension that was building throughout the episode. Like, they're absolutely being pushed to do it by some outside force. Maybe it's a telepathic being - maybe it's that they're stuck in some arena or an alien court or a time loop only the three of them are aware of - no matter the specifics, the sentiment behind their words has to be true and it has to be something they've been keeping back for months, maybe years. That fear and hatred and blame that doesn't really have an actual target because it's not actually rational but 'who's to blame' doesn't have to be capital T true to feel true. If Chakotay hadn't been in the badlands, If Janeway hadn't made that choice, If Tuvok hadn't supported it... "You trapped us here. It's your fault. If you hadn't-! If you hadn't-! If you hadn't-!" are just echoes of "I trapped us here. It's my fault. If I hadn't-! If I hadn't-! If I hadn't-!" Because at the end of the day more than being angry or hateful they're despairing in their own ways. Episode probably has a somber end - they beat whatever it was and it's a victory! They won by working together even after they beat each other half to death! But after the celebration we see them alone in their quarters...silent. Gazing out at the stars, into a candle's flame, at that same family picture before turning away. Because even though they won they're still there in the delta quadrant. Is that really victory?