#I AM SLEEPY GOODNIGHT

[kai-justis]

I've gotten into Splatoon again. Btw

Based on a real conversation

[ghostybane]

Finished Doomsday now we’re getting through Daydreams!

We finished Doomsday part! So like Minato and Haruki’s route has been finished! I will rant about my opinions on these routes later-! Perhaps when I’m awake lol

Right now we (me and my friend) are now going through Daydreams part! That is both Keito and Ryou’s route. Currently we are progressing through Ryou’s route and then going to Keito’s! I badly want to talk about my opinions so far…it’s so hard!

All I will say is that most of the kids route (except Haruki’s) is mostly fucked up. Like actually- but we’re pulling through and understanding the character’s lore deeper and it’s interesting! And it also makes me appreciate the characters more. Though for our first play through we want to try and get the good ending for everyone. In total there is around 22 endings and you can end up having a bad ending. Like…twice we already chose the bad options so hahah!

I will continue to finish off the guides in my spare time! Depends on how my energy will go. But I am excited to finish off Ryou tomorrow and start in Keito soon! We’re closer to getting Natsume lore too so I can’t wait for that too! Anyways goodnight.

I will talk about my opinions on each of the routes! Except Keito but we’ll get to him eventually!

[cabinette]

For this first one I imagine them seeing how much time they have left to get some snacks before heading home. Also theresa complementary mithrun & fleki before you get to the toothrotting stuff <3333

[missholoska]

soriel week 2024 day 4: holiday 🎄

[hahskeleton]

ggymnastics

now i sleep

[badlydrawnloop]

welcome to my impulsively made badly drawn blog. oops

[jiiyawns]

it's a national holiday

[cut-aare]

[kei-crocker]

I’ve often seen character interpretations suggesting that Dani represents Danny’s narcissistic side.

Then… it hit me: does Dan represent Danny’s self-hatred?

Dan is some kinda narcissistic bastard, but I think he has self-hatred at the same time. Kinda Cliché that narcissistic guys actually hate themselves deeply

Dan represents Danny(and Vlad)'s hatred toward himself(themselves) who failed everything, and men who hate themselves cannot love others as well. Loving themselves is the first step to loving others, and he totally failed it.

Quite interesting that Dan's self-hatred can be expressed externally since Dan has another self whom he can hate freely: Danny, past self of him

[somegrumpynerd]

-Killer zips up his hoodie over his soul -Dust paints drip marks running down from his eye sockets -Killer pulls his hood up -Dust puts out his eyelights

Then they go out of the room and come back and everyone plays Which one are you??

(Nightmare cheats at this game every time, because apparently none of them have realised that he can sense the emotions from Dust and not from Killer)

[zillasafe]

Thinking about that one part of Azran Legacy where Layton dives at Descole from the air and swings a metal pipe straight for his head. Thinking about how for the first half of that fight Layton is on the offensive, how Descole is the one blocking and parrying—trying to keep Layton away. How even when Descole cuts the pipe in half and expects the fight to be over, Layton immediately adapts and just keeps going for him. How Layton easily rips the sword from his hands. How Raymond has to snatch Descole away from the fight before Layton hurts him.

[moltage]

i appreciate every single one of u in the tpom community

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I recently went into the x-men and I found my own dead with Charles and Erik AND I NEED READ MORE OF THEM BUT I SO LOST AFTER POWERS AND HOUSE OF X SO I DON'T KNOW WHERE CONTINUE, can u help me?

(alsoIlikeyoursdrawingsiwishbeingsoconstantwithmycontentlikeu)

i'll be very candid with you my friend: i'm totally lost too !!!!!!! your comic-reading journey is about as green as mine and so i cant personally give you a super great guide- but beautiful people on the internet exist who've done most of the dirty work for us when sorting through the stories you 'should' read so i'm borrowing them to help us both

you can read this article to read about one person's advice with exploring krakoa and- in their opinion- its most 'significant' stories, though to summarize the issues they recommend looking into:

House of X/Powers of X (which you should have already done)

X of Swords event

Hellfire Gala

Inferno

X Lives and X Deaths of Wolverine

Second Hellfire Gala

Third Hellfire Gala

Fall of the House of X/Rise of the Powers of X (also should have already done, however...) +Single issue: X-Men (2021 series) #35 aka Uncanny X-Men #700 is featured at the end of the FoX omnibus, though the omnibus excludes an extra bit at the end involving a cliffhanger for Charles's fate after he's arrested

if you want to dig a little deeper though, you can check out this article from another individual which includes another wave of 'relevant' (word used loosely as some can be considered more poignant than others) krakoa stories and stories related to it or set during the period.

it's a lot longer and more in depth than the last article, so again i only really rec peaking at this one depending on how deep you wanna go, or if you decide you want to explore more after reading the more 'key' stories. def wouldn't hurt to give it a glance just in case you read some summaries that pique your interest!

all in all, don't take these as concrete rules or guides to follow: comics are meant to be fun, these are just good starting points if you're feeling lost or overwhelmed. at the end of the day, you decide ultimately what you want to read and which stories interest you the most

happy reading !

[averagegtenjoyer]

Ohhh to be a sleepy ass tiny having a little nap on the tummy of a teddy bear bigger than a house…

[girlivealwaysbean]

so many thoughts but i CANNOT stop laughing that all that time we thought louis had some elaborate mind control type reason for staying with armand and it was really just.. HIM TRYING TO MAKE HIS EX JEALOUS SLSKSKKSKSKS

[joffyworld]

Mise En Abyme

Sense of belonging.

Now there's a funny phrase.

Truly, can you sense belonging?

Feel as free as possible amongst friends?

Touch the sky and feel its breeze,

Without looking side to side?

I see it happen all the time.

We look up but feel down,

We feel down but peer further,

We peer further and see less

But see more of the stress that compels us,

To look further down;

To feel anguish.

Life is a harsh mistress,

I stare at other people's abilities and never admire my own,

I give in to stress,

I feel like a wild bird trapped in a cage all by my lone.

Some people tell me I'm healthy,

That I'm beautiful and I'll thrive,

But I can't tell myself that,

Even when myself is being told by the people I idolise.

See,

I look to my left and then gaze to my right,

But looking left feels like all that's left is to look right,

And it feels right when I look up and down and then find,

That I'm not worth their time,

Or their hopes and their pride.

I mean:

What have I done to be within their lives?

I struggle to find

The meaning of this life:

Because I know that life is about happiness

And that happiness is inside.

But I can't swallow my lies,

It hurts my pride to allow my pride to be hurt and put that wounded pride further in line,

It's a selfish design of mine:

A picture in a picture.

The pain creates pain and the hurt creates hurt.

I struggle to see my self worth,

What did I do to deserve?

All of these friends,

These keen ends,

To the pain I start to reserve.

I tell them it'll be fine,

But I feel like I'm lying,

I feel like crying every time

That I wipe tears from their eyes.

Because surely I'm lying if "everything will be fine",

But here I am sitting,

Thinking to myself,

Why can't I tell that to I.

But I'm not broken.

Nobody is.

I mean,

We tell ourselves ever since we are kids,

"We gotta carry on through all of this shit,

Because if we don't then we won't know what the real truth of it is."

So I stare up at that sky again.

Where those birds fly and clouds stroll,

I look up and I feel so small,

But I know deep in my heart and the caverns of my soul,

That those birds look left and right,

They struggle the same,

They never look forward with hope.

Because the picture creates a picture;

There's a cycle of struggle at play.

I struggle so I look up and see that they're doing okay,

Then they look up and see that I'm acting fine but I'm feeling the same.

We all look over our shoulders like a mexican wave,

Of jealousy and hate,

But all we end up peering into is each other's graves at the end of the day.

Every cycle has its end.

Because, to put it frankly

There's only so long we can all sit and pretend.

We tell our friends that we are friends,

Then lie to them to make them

Feel like, our "real" lives are worthy of them;

We're stuck playing pretend,

A vicious cycle with no tangible end.

But what we don't see is the small cracks:

The smiles they see that bare false teeth.

The greetings we greet and the food that we eat,

The weight that we lose in our pursuit of sanity;

Not physical weight but emotional weight:

The pains and small metronomes that tick in our brains,

The counters and displays of each emotional pain,

They see us look left

With each heft of our over stigmatized brains

Through dark window panes

That get smashed when the false sun turns to true rain.

They remind us to look forward,

To remember that there is nobody above us,

Just beside us.

To reside in the moment and not the

"What ifs?" that guide us.

They teach us it's all a mirage.

We can't tell ourselves to ignore our jagged old scars,

But they can show us the beauty within these scars

And create new works of art,

From the pain we explain,

While they listen and laugh.

Because it's all a joke;

Where we to be of presence of mind we'd be laughing in hope,

We'd know,

Deep down in our proverbial bones,

That this isn't the truth,

Nobody is quite yet at the end of their rope;

They've just lost their grip.

Sometimes we all need a pair of gloves and a warm hug,

Sometimes we all need a talk and a small little tug.

Or a push, through the bush

That obscures where we are:

In the sky with the other birds.

We built our own cage,

We put in the screws and laid down the foundation.

We welded the bars and called our own masons.

We crafted a lock with no key,

Because we're the key

And the key is complacent.

But sometimes we meet someone who knows how it feels,

To be trapped in a body and a realm that you build,

To watch the world fly by with gold feathers that guild,

Like a quill,

The world with all of these incredible and beautiful thrills.

Which you could never do.

But this person knows that that just isn't true;

You need a new view:

To see the beauty that lies within your heart,

To take heart from these works of art that others share,

To realise that they care

When you make paintings from scars.

All of this is to say,

I may be in pain;

We all are.

We may feel insane,

Inane, deranged

And perhaps we are.

But that's okay,

Because the picture inside the picture

Isn't done till it's framed.

Thank you for unlocking me.