#HE PUSHED SO HARD TODAY

[stsainz]

LANDO NORRIS DRIVER OF THE DAY I KNOW THATS RIGHT

[contemporaryelfinchild]

Its important to me that Trigun is, fundamentally, at it's heart, about restorative vs retributive justice.

[fidgetspringer]

This is how Togo cuddles btw

[sketchbook-of-shadows]

My brain has been holding my art abilities hostage all and this is the only decent thing I've managed to draw

HE

[gideonisms]

I'm like. Getting the urge to apologize for actively avoiding my coworker because he Sprinted to his car after work and zoomed off really fast and there's a weird energy you know how I hate weird energies and get paranoid about them. but however I am not going to keep sitting with him or text him every day so.

[imogenkol]

OC AS POISONOUS PLANTS + BONUS MEIKER

I was tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @risingsh0t @chuckhansen @inafieldofdaisies @marivenah @corvosattano @shegetsburned @voidika and @simonxriley to do this meiker and this uquiz thank you all so much!!! 💕💕💕

This has gone around quite a bit so I won’t tag anyone, but if someone hasn’t done it yet then totally tag me!

HEMLOCK

This is the poison of intense fear. Your body trembles, your flesh burns. Your limbs won't respond to you. You convulse. You can't seem to control the fear It seems that it has always lived within you. You hesitate, you agonize, and that breeds regret. Sometimes it threatens to overwhelm you, and that frightens you more than anything. But panic is survival mode in overdrive, and something within you knows you must live. Creation seems to be the only balm for you. Perhaps you survive so stubbornly because you have stories that must be told, songs that must be sung. Soothe your stage fright. The path from surviving to thriving is having a good garden to grow in. And you can't do that completely alone.

[coffee-bat]

not to vent on main again but i'm in so much fucking pain rn

[dykeinthedark]

straight up living 2024 adaptation of a separate peace: toxic doomed yuri edition

[famewolf]

we are officially playing D&D tomorrow!!! first time at a table since 2019 and with a good group of friends (and my beloved husband) so needless to stay I am Thoroughly Stoked

[emopieceof-shitx]

Im not gonna fight it anymore

Ig I should draw Ranpo and Poe soon?

[jamiebluewind]

Oh my god could I stop being sick please? It's been two freaking months and I got shit to do!

[lzrdprsn]

It's really weird when you know someone in a context different from how everybody else knows them so you look at them and you still kind of see that person they used to be

[florida3exclamationpoints]

As a this is me trying girlie,

[elytrafemme]

obvious preface that academic achievement is in many senses bullshit and intellect is not based off of your scores on things in school that makes zero sense and the structures we deem as objective like academic institutions are at their roots subjective and biased. this being said i must admit that it feels really fucking nice to get a good score on a test

[pepprs]

having the issues i have is literally exhausting. like why do the miseries have to be ceaseless and the horrors unending.

[yeonban]

Unprompted.

Anonymous  asked: Naotora, were you disappointed when you found out your color was blue?

❛ I've always known blue souls were capable of unfathomable feats, ❜ He wants to mention first. It had been courtesy of one of his brothers, after all. ❛ ...but I can't say I haven't thought about how much easier everything could've been if I had been born with a different soul color. ❜ Each soul color had its advantages and disadvantages, and obstacles were bound to appear in his path regardless of what color his soul donned; but with a blue soul... the obstacles were there before he could even realize they were.

White souls were the rarest, with only one in several million born as such. Red souls were the backbone of their communities, the only ones capable of riding their world of evil. Green souls were the shields, the ones tasked with guarding their troops and citizens. Yellow souls were the healers or the boosters, the ones they could always fall back onto and trust they could help them return to the battlefield. Blue souls were... nothing nearly as grand. They were a point in a link that could be replaced much easier than the rest of it (he isn't looking down on blue souls, he's the last who ever would, but he can't deny that this is the strategic truth). As a child though, that hadn't mattered much to him.

Naotora had never wanted to enter the spotlight to begin with (would've been content to follow in his older brothers' steps) but from as far back as then, he could tell the difference in attitude between colors, and he would lie if he said the passing remarks made at his expense hadn't been cutting. A mere blue soul. A weakling by comparison. It hadn't been a pleasant experience by any means, but at least it had been bearable. After all, he didn't have to be the strongest. He didn't have to shoulder the burdens of carrying his clan the way his eldest brother had to. Not until...

There's a complicated expression on his face when he recalls the painstaking process of gaining his retainers' support and loyalty, one he's not even aware of. For a red or white soul, it would've been an easy feat (power often spoke for itself) but for a blue soul... what could he do that others lining for his title couldn't? What could a weakling, unable to face a horse head-on, let alone cut an oni's horns, really do for the betterment of his band? He hadn't been naturally gifted the way his brother had been. He hadn't even been courageous, not by half as much as his childhood friends had been.

That had been the period he had felt this the most. The disappointment of having been born a blue soul. The sheer years of consistent effort required to do what Soma and Shishikado could do in the blink of an eye. The sleepless nights spent wondering what more he could do with a setback as significant as this, how he could achieve that in a record time so he wouldn't have to bear witness to any more unnecessary tragedies caused by his powerlessness, how he could become strong enough to both protect his band and kill the perfidious padre that had taken everything familiar away from him.

The silence stretches on while Naotora takes a moment to properly look back on his life, and as much as he might've preferred a different color back then, it isn't as if he can ever change it. He's already made peace with that. ❛ Ah well, it is what it is! ❜ He is a blue soul, but he is one unshackled by everyone's expectations. He hadn't been born strong, but he had become so through willpower, by taking his fate into his own hands. He had proved it possible. He had made it known that every soul color could be more than they were told they could be.

He glances at the inquirer then, and smiles. It starts off with a tint of melancholy to it, but quickly grows into an authentic counterpart. It's true that he had wished for something else at one point in his life, and it's true that he'd had more obstacles to face than most, but if someone were to give him the chance to redo it all with a different soul color... yeah, he would refuse it. ❛ It just meant I had to put in more effort to achieve what I wanted to. It isn't all bad, you know. I've also gotten to inspire plenty of young sprouts into not feeling ashamed of their soul color. That alone more than makes up for whatever I used to feel, I think. ❜