#Bloom does A Thing

[unpersoniverse]

Skén:nen sá:sewh

as promised, here's Precious boy™ getting kissed by Precious wife™ because he deserves all the love in the world :cc

translation: Get home safe

[canisalbus]

Oh my gosh, I can totally see Machete with a small cactus. I feel like if he had one it would be very dear to him and probably the most colorful thing he owns.

[cryptvokeeper]

A thought occurred while watching night mind go through the welcome home update and idk how to articulate so I’m just gonna drop the thesis and hope ya'll get what i mean.

A big deal is made this update of how Julie woke up early for spring, but she didn’t. The narrator woke her up.

[strawberryjamikins]

forgot to post this yesterday. but Emma Bloom, my silly

[doodlingwren]

If only the original Saint Seiya anime was a 2014-2018 anime series instead of being aired in the 80s-90s, I can only imagine the sheer amount of animation memes that could have been done. Some of the characters are just so perfect for those, like, if this was a more animation-oriented fandom this would totally be a thing.

[10-59]

not pictured: every other resident of the island staring, somewhere between visceral horror and childlike awe

[theheightofdishonor]

I hate when people take oikawa's whole thing about how "he's not naturally talented compared to monsters like kageyama and ushijima" at face value when like, he is?? Yes he has to work hard but they're working hard too. Oikawa has a natural instinct to read people and the ability to sync with them on court at the first try and news flash babe, most people don't have that. Kageyama saw that shit and was terrified. Ofc from Oikawa's point of view, he's only seeing those he thinks are passing him by but he is one of the best setters in the world and the people he considers to be volleyball monsters know that he's equal to them.

I promise, oikawa is not the helpless underdog doomed to never reach the same level as other, naturally gifted people or whatever he convinced himself in like the first couple volumes

[charmixpower]

She's a 10 but she's doomed by the narrative and will never see a happy ending

She's a 10 but she's a power hungry sadist who would use you as a wall decoration

She's a 10 but she'll put you into danger then gaslight you into thinking that she's your savior

She's a 10 but she's a sadist and thinks starting forest fires is a good date idea

She's a 10 but she's classist and has absolutely no fucking idea how much a banana costs

She's a 10 but she's in a codependent semi romantic relationship with her best friend

She's a 10 but has crippling low self esteem and only likes scary blonde women

She's a 10 but she likes her dog more than she'll ever like a human, and would never date you

She's a 10 but she's still holding a grudge against her middle school best friend several years later

[bluepebbled]

I love how Lost Records is like, "Here are some very uncomfortable comments from a creep" and then almost right afterwards we have the best example of whatever we were thinking "Swann is cute! Stfu", but in the gayest way possible 😂

It's really validating NGL

[mordremrose]

“I’m not him.” The words were choked, strangled even. Caithe set aside the journal she was writing in, and turned to see Bloom. “Who?” She asked, even if she already knew who he was talking about. “Trahearne.” Bloom muttered, his massive form slowly shuffling forward. “I’m not- I tried, but I can’t—“ He paused and a low rumble rattled the lower portion of his strange form, the plates of bark rising in agitation. His tail lashed and his hands dragged over his face. His palms caught on the spines along half his face and he winced. “I know you all see him. In me. You want me to be him.” Bloom seemed to deflate, sinking down to the ground. All of his limbs folded inwards, curling around his torso and Caithe swore she saw him tremble. “But I can’t. I can’t, I’m sorry—“ “Bloom.” Caithe spoke gently, standing up and coming closer. His eyes were squeezed closed, she noted. He didn’t open them to look at her, until she reached out and laid her palm on his massive front limb— paw? She still wasn’t sure. “Bloom. Look at me. Please?” She repeated, gently as she could manage. Caithe was not a woman well versed in being a comforting figure, in being someone who offered their shoulder to one in need. But Bloom needed her. He chose to come to her, about this. She could only imagine the courage it must’ve taken him to trust her with this, after everything. Slowly, Bloom opened his eyes and leaned down, so his massive head was closer to her. He still curled his arms in around himself, clawed fingers making grooves in the thicker bark along his arms. Now Caithe could see the tears welling up in his golden eyes, and her heart ached. She could see her brother in his face, or perhaps she merely imagined she could. But his eyes, glowing amber in a way that made part of her mind want to vanish and hide away from his gaze... that was not Trahearne. And it never would be. “I’m sorry, Bloom.” She murmured, stepping towards his face. “For making you believe you had to be him.” Caithe hesitated before she reached out, gentle as she wiped away the tears at the corners of his bad eye. It was a little easier for her to avoid the massive thorns along his cheek and jaw, she told herself, but Bloom leaned into her touch and she knew it wasn’t that simple. “It is cruel, to expect you to be a man you have never met.” Caithe muttered. “You cannot choose to be someone you are not.” Briefly, unexpectedly, a memory surged in her mind- a memory of Trahearne saying something similar to her once, years ago.

“You are not as cruel as you pretend to be Caithe. I think we both know that.” He said, his voice calm but sad. Caithe pretended to ignore him. “…I miss Wynne too, you know. And Riannoc as well. It is okay to mourn, Caithe.” “I don’t need a lecture, Trahearne.” “I am not here to lecture you.” Trahearne’s hand came to rest on her hand, steadying her grip on the vial of poison she was preparing. “Aife told me about Faolain leaving the Grove. I promise you, Caithe, you are not alone. You do not have to harden your heart. You do not have to be someone you are not.”

She had yanked her hand away from him back then, snarled something about not needing him to tell her who she was, and stormed off, not ready to confront her feelings, never mind share them. Caithe took a deep breath, letting her hand simply rest against Bloom’s cheek. “You do not have to be someone you are not, Bloom. Just because you do not know who that is yet, does not mean that you have to pretend.” She said, meeting his eyes. “I am sorry, Bloom, truly, that we… that our expectations—“ She shook her head. “We have made you feel this way. It isn’t fair to you. And for that, I can only offer my apologies, and try to do better.” Caithe hesitated. This was where her knowledge faltered. Was this when she offered a comforting hug? Could she hug Bloom? His size certainly made it questionable, and the pain he has described to Taimi made her wonder if a hug would even feel pleasant in his situation, or if it would just be another reminder of how out of place he was among the rest of Dragon’s Watch. Between Bloom and the Commander... she had a life time of apologies ahead of her, and not the kind that hugs would be enough to bridge the gap. “Caithe.” Bloom muttered, and even though he spoke quietly, she could still feel the depth of his voice in her chest while standing this close. “Yes?” “Thank you.”

[kamukura-i-zuru]

I find body modifications peculiar. Tattoos, split tongues, piercings, stretched lobes, desecrating one’s body for a simple cosmetic change. The issue with having a body as a canvas is that even the wildest art pieces have limits, and space runs out. It would be interesting at first, but they would eventually become just another part of your appearance. Bland.

It becomes a cycle of modification after modification, chasing that feeling of newness until nothing else can be modified. Then what? Crave that newness you became addicted to for the rest of your days, knowing it’s out of reach?

Even then, that craving dulls into nothing again. Interest is painfully temporary.

[shikan0in-heizou]

'like a kid' 'who's never really grown up' YOU ARE A CHILD STILL

[ignatiusteto]

do you guys like pikmin anyway since I've fallen into an intense obsession with Pikmin, a series I have never be interested in before, after playing Pikmin Bloom, I had to crochet a little guy. this is Gooby, inspired by my first yellow pikmin in Bloom (of course they have the same name).

[pizzleyanked]

nothing wrong with starting a fwb thing with the guy you tried to date when you were both teens while you're trying to not catch feelings (but really you want to)

[enniewritesathing]

warmth

[pokemonfrommemory]

Undergoing mitosis