#I feel completely hollow

[manic-pixie-dream-cock]

There is an idea of a manic pixie dream cock—some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me—only an entity: something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shape my hand and feel flesh gripping yours—and maybe you can even sense that our lifestyles are probably comparable—I simply….am not….there.

[the-great-kraken]

if you see a male character kiss a male character, you assume they are gay.

if you see a female character kiss a female character, you assume they are a lesbian.

if you hear a character say they don't feel like their gender, you assume they are trans.

so why do a-spec characters have to jump through so many loops?

a character saying they've never had a crush or don't want a relationship or that they don't understand romantic love is so often ignored or used as fodder for other queer or autistic headcanons (reinforcing stereotypes that aroace people are secretly gay or always autistic)

why is it that our stories are always "up to interpretation"? why do we have to wait for the words aromantic or asexual to be said to be taken seriously? why is it that even when characters say they don't want relationships, fans will scream and cry about sex/romance favourable aspecs and qprs?

when it comes to gay and trans characters, even the likes of bisexual lighting is often treated as though it canonises their sexuality. for aroace characters, even the most explicit coding possible is swept under the rug in favour of other "interpretations"

i'm so tired of fighting for representation just to have it ignored and minimised by fans. let characters be aroace. please.

[kitsunefyuu]

Once you’ve experienced a complete ending where every loose ends are tied up. Where everything ties together and the protagonist gets to grow as a person. To achieve their goals on their own and be around their friends.

An ending that just safe and ok will make you feel hollow. Because it not a bad ending but it is neutral. Not everything was tied up, it ended with a quiet the end. I’m happy Izuku can continue to be a hero but it feels hollow because he suffered for eight years.

There are hundred of questions unanswered like why Garaki was Izuku doctor in the first chapter. Who is Izuku’s father? Did society actually change after all that happened? What is AFO name as he has a last name but never gave himself a first?

And many others, Vigilante has a satisfying end. And team up mission is great.

This ending in the main canon? It neither bad nor good it just barely good enough that people that just want that happy ending will be satisfied. But those that experience and expected more?

You won’t find it here. But I do hope that Horikoshi has fun on his next project. As I know he really wanted to write a horror manga and who knows maybe the other project will answer these. We will have to see but for now.

MHA has finished and it ok.

[kayawolfhorse]

In my heart of hearts, at the end of the session the snails seemed to disappear inside their shells with a little pop, and after curiosity got the better of the lifers, they lifted the shells up to reveal a pocket-sized, completely harmless version of their snails they could keep as friends

[rainyreyn9]

My (very bad) take on gijinka Hornet and Lace!!

Don't know how to feel about Hornet's design though cuz I feel like she resembles Marggri's too much :/

Might change some stuff later on idk, I'm tired so I need a break rn o(-(

Edit: crap I just noticed a design mistake on one Hornet's glove AA-- it's not a fingerless glove btw it's closer to how Reva's gloves are 🥲

[knockknockitsnickels]

Day 16, final day before the Pristine Cut, my attempt at Ms. Chain Princess (possibly Prison3r but I've seen ppl speculate she's sp3ctre) from the trailer. See you all post pristine-cut 🫡

[astralhope]

Rank 52: The final duel!!

[mr-and-mr-diaz]

bucktommy fans I'm opening the floor for a discussion: I'm confused.

I've been a buddie shipper ever since I saw them for the first time. And season after season I have WAITED for movement to happen on that front.

Then in comes Tommy, he's cool. I get it. But the hype train? I don't get it. I don't understand the feral excitement over him. I feel the same emptiness watching buck with him as I felt with Lucy tbh. He's cool, but he's not Eddie. Like, yay, a guy, but he's just as random as Buck's other relationships. It's just as rushed, Buck sees them, at some random non-sequitur moment Buck decides "this is it" and jumps in. Three seconds later they're kissing. It ain't it for me. There's no buildup, there's no nothing.

And then I come here, and all I see is folks frothing at the mouth over Bucktommy. Credit where it's due, he helped Buck out of the closet, but aside from that? Thank goodness he has a personality worth a damn, and he's funny, unlike Buck's other love interests, but he still isn't Eddie, and that puts him in a long line of love interests that I don't much care about.

I literally don't understand the people who are so excited with this utter left turn. Putting Buck together with anyone who isn't Eddie still feels like crumbs. I still feel cheated, It's like if I was in a restaurant with the fandom and there are pictures of lasagna everywhere and it smells like lasagna, and so we all sit down and wait for lasagna for YEARS and the restaurant keeps offering us all breadsticks, and we're all firm on this: "breadsticks aren't lasagna, we're holding out for lasagna." And 7 years later the restaurant puts a Caesar salad down before us and everyone around me is like "Oh great this Caesar salad this is perfect I'm starving so I'll eat this and forget lasagna" And I'm like "this isn't lasagna its clearly a salad, I didn't wait years for some random salad, where's my lasagna." And they're all like "Shame on you salad is perfect"

So I guess the question is, what am I missing? And outside of the thrill of the coming out story, how do you find this relationship any more satisfying than any of Buck's other last minute loves?

[ghost-proofbaby]

do you ever just feel the depression fog settling in and suddenly feel like all your words, spoken and written, just aren’t making sense? like oh i’m just spewing nonstop nonsense aren’t i.

[roboticutie]

It's a side-mission that I don't think many end up doing, at least from the lack of talking about it I see, but still. The figurines. If you succeed a check in the pawn shop, you can take a figurine of a headless soldier on a horse. If you've done that, when you inspect the stained glass Dolores Dei you can get the task to give her any and all figurines you can find. Perhaps you can one day. Even when you get this task, though, it feels odd- it confuses your Logic because Dei has long since passed, but... Maybe you can give her these gifts somehow? You can find another figurine in the unplayable Wirral expansion pack (I only found it bc I didn't know you couldn't play Wirral w Kim). There are only these 2, according to the wiki, and I have not found more.

This task is another moment where the writers really manage to emulate that feeling of not only loss, but lost-ness that you get a few times in the game. When I did this task I thought it would be something extraordinary, maybe vaguely supernatural as there are a few things confirmed to be unexplainable happening with and around Harry, y'know? I had hope and intrigue and didn't even realize how strange and rare it must be to get this task on accident bc after typing it out I realized the starting parameters were VERY specific and easy to miss, actually. And I was so excited to find who to give it to, maybe a lost shrine, or someone reaching through a spot of pale and time, maybe when I found 3 or 5 I could lay them at her shattered feet and look behind the glass, something odd and unexplainable.

Then I met her in the dream. And just before it ended I was reminded that I'm supposed to give Dei the figurines. And that's when it dawned on me what Harry had forgotten, and I knew what he'd done to his memory of Dora by combining the two, and... It was so sobering and desolate. It felt the same way the end of a party feels, when you're the last to leave. The balloons are still up, but there's streamers on the floor, crumbs on the plates, bowls of snacks emptied, walls that held and echoed laughter are silent. The after image of something amazing, left only with the memory and the knowledge that that moment will never, ever happen the same way again.

You fulfill this task by giving all found figurines to Dora in the final dream.

And it does nothing. It doesn't work. Nothing will work. She would have liked them once, but like Dei, that Dora is dead. She died years ago and the Dora that remains is far, far away now.

Just like when I had no idea the carriage was Harry's until Kim spelled it out for us 2 hours later after chatting and whistling and relaxing; the figurines made what Harry was feeling and going through dawn on me so personally. I can't explain it in words well enough. I was so disappointed the figurines weren't some greater purpose, I was sad this was all we were holding onto them for, I was disappointed in Harry for trying to use trinkets to win her back, I was upset that they didn't do anything good, she didn't even want them; and I knew that's what Harry felt in that moment, too.

It's a level of "Show, don't tell," that not many writers set themselves up to be able to achieve. Even in this game there are only a handful of moments that are able to put you into Harry's headspace so precisely, and all of them are very specific and rely heavily on context given or lost on the player. It's impressive. I think about those figurines a lot.

[ahyesthesufferingoftvteens]

Passionate reminder to The Hollow Fandom, and honestly to any fandom on this website that’s currently struggling to stay alive, that fandom is a community of various creators and non-creators supporting each others’ interest in the same show. It is not a secondary source of consumer content.

“Our fandom is dying!” Have you recently reblogged a post where you shared your thoughts in the text or in the tags? Have you posted anything about the show yourself? Have you actually engaged with the fanbase? A fandom isn’t dead when there’s only a couple people in it, a fandom is dead when no one is talking to each other or supporting each other.

“I don’t need/want to reblog!” Tumblr does not have that kind of algorithm. If you don’t reblog a post, it doesn’t get spread out there. Yes, you need to reblog if you want a thriving fandom. Don’t call yourself a part of a fandom if you’re not even willing to reblog content that the members of that fandom create.

Stop expecting “top dog fandom creators” to constantly feed you the content you want without any sort of encouragement from you. They are not showrunners making a huge profit off their work. They are not gods. A lot of them have lives of their own and/or are struggling with their own issues, and usually they’re very approachable. If you like what a fandom creator is doing, pay them back with reblogs and engagement. Posting in a fandom where its members refuse to interact with its community in a meaningful way isn’t fun, so everyone needs to step up here and start supporting each other.

Talk to your fellow fandom friends. Ask them about their interests regarding the show you all like and what headcanons and AUs you all have of them. Create content for each other. Can we please bring back old fandom culture, folks? Does anyone here remember the old days of fandom where we were passionate and we made connections with each other? What happened to that?

Remember: the word “fandom” is a combination of “fan” and “kingdom”. This is a fan kingdom, not a fan restaurant.

Fandom isn’t just about content. It’s about connection. You are allowed to reblog a post and compliment someone and start a conversation with them. That is actually what you SHOULD be doing!

[meownotgood]

rewatched arcane s2 and a) I cannot believe I never noticed the reverb on viktor's voice until now his voice is actually rumbling and it's kinda. very hot. b) he's also literally GLOWING???? like he has this glowy pretty aura around him what the fuucckkkjhjk

[ebbpettier]

me when i just finished wolfsong

[huni-bii]

Literally my mental state when a mutual suggests shipping our ocs together vs later on when the conversation inevitably ends

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

I got thinking too much about Marwa from What We Do in the Shadows again and how she was canonically making observations of Jupiter and Saturn in the 1200s. Then I thought about how Elena took Damon to go watch a meteor shower, and I decided that Marwa and Elena should get away from all the vampire drama B.S. in their lives and go nerd out about astronomy together, and this moodboard sort of happened. I also thought about how Elena becomes a doctor and went ah, they are both women in STEM! So I ran with that as a theme too.

But yeah, Marwa needs a friend who will actually support her interests and engage with her intellectually (no shade to Nadja and the Guide, I'm glad they had a fun weekend watching Mamma Mia together which was literally the only time we got to actually see Marwa happy onscreen, but they have never demonstrated much interest in science that I can recall and I want Marwa to have an astronomy buddy), and I think Elena would be fascinated by her and her perspectives on astronomy from centuries ago, and they could learn about modern astronomical advances together. If I find the time and energy I might even write fic about it, but for now, here is a moodboard so that we can all bask in the vibes of my beautiful crossover vision together.

Image sources: x x x / x (the first frame of x gif + a screenshot from x) x / x + x x x

[empressofthewind]

i've seen a few people posting submissions for the previous Meronia Event semi-recently since they're still open, so i'm jumping on the bandwagon and dropping a little excerpt here from the first draft of my last planned fic, that i never ended up finishing. the prompts for this one were hand & gun, which completes the bingo board!! 🎉

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“You can hold it if you want.”

Near hesitated, eyes shifting between the gun in Mello's hand and his expectant stare. It was that very gun that had been aimed at his head less than a week ago, Mello's finger a millimetre away from killing him, and now Mello trusted him enough to hold it - not just trusted him, but wanted him to, if the increasing stain of impatience on his face was anything to go by.

Near took the offering and turned it over in his hands, studying the details. It was heavier than it looked; maybe a kilogram, if Near had to guess. Its body was mostly silver with a gold trigger and similar gold accents along the top and side of the barrel. A small Celtic cross charm hung from the grip by a chain, several centimetres in length.

He curled his fingers around the grip with one poised on the trigger and aimed it at the wall opposite him, making a small noise that mimicked the sound of a gun firing. Mello raised an eyebrow.

“Do you want me to teach you how to hold it properly?”

Near lowered his arm. “Sure.”

Mello shuffled closer and wrapped his own hand around the grip of the gun, over the top of Near’s. Near's heart rate spiked at the touch, and he watched in silence, equal parts stunned by the sudden contact and mesmerised by the quick movement of Mello's fingers as he adjusted the positioning of Near’s hand. Leaving his index finger on the trigger, Mello shifted Near's thumb higher and his other three fingers lower, just below the trigger guard.

“If you can, it’s always more secure to use two hands.” He retrieved Near’s left hand from where it hung limp at his side and placed the heel of his palm over the exposed section of the grip. His fingers naturally curled around it, covering part of his right hand on the other side. “See how your left hand gives it that extra support?”

Near stared down at the gun and nodded, opting not to mention that the two times he had seen Mello point a gun at someone, only one hand had been involved. Mello released his grip on Near and leaned back, and without the additional reinforcement, Near's arm immediately succumbed to exhaustion and dropped from its outstretched position. Instead, he held the gun low and close to his chest, aiming it at the bed beneath him as if intending to shoot a hole straight through the mattress.

Mello sighed.

“You have to keep it steady, obviously.”

Mello reached for Near again, this time wrapping one arm around him and holding it parallel to Near's. He was closer than he had been before - chest against Near's back, palm against the back of his hand - as he held Near's arm up on his behalf, gun now firmly aimed at the wall. He was so close Near could feel the rhythmic rise-fall of his chest, could hear the corresponding breaths as the air passed just beside his ear. It felt less like the guidance of an instructor and more like an embrace, an intimate touch, and that sensation was as foreign to Near as the gravity of Mars.

From the outside, Near might have looked more stable, with Mello holding his arm and body still. Internally, though, he had been thrust into panic mode; throat dry, stomach twisting, heart kicking violently against his ribcage. His thoughts were moving so quickly, they had blurred into one single noise, the grating buzz of static, and the only words he could discern amongst the chaos were Mello is touching me.

Mello.

“Do you want me to show you the proper stance too?” Mello asked.

It took every modicum of Near's self-control to keep his voice even. “No, that’s alright.”