#I love it so so so so much

[mmkayokay]

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

[sepia-stained-sunset]

Miss Starfire, you're beautiful...

Got my baby sibling to draw Dick & Kor'i for their week!! I love it sm everyone clap!!!

@robxstar, @robstaryeah

[defectivehero]

The villain squints at the silhouette at the edge of the rooftop, before ascertaining that it's indeed the hero, their enemy. They take a step closer, wincing as the gravel beneath their feet makes a slight noise. With any luck, the hero didn't hear that. They take another step, only for the hero to laugh. It's a dry laugh—one devoid of any genuine humor.

"You caught me," the hero announces, placing their hands on the railing in front of them. Their back is turned, as if they're hiding their face. "I hoped no one would see me." Their enemy admits.

"What are you doing?" The villain feels the need to ask. Typically, they'd be fighting by now. But the hero doesn't seem to be in the fighting mood.

Their enemy takes a moment to respond. "Hanging up the cape, so to speak," they eventually answer. The villain's heart drops to their stomach.

"You're retiring?" They choke out. The hero doesn't utter a word of confirmation, but the villain is able to sense their resolve nonetheless. "Not of your own volition, surely," the villain remarks, squinting at their enemy's shadow. They must've been bribed, blackmailed-

But the hero is silent. There is an utter lack of objection, argument, anything to dissuade the villain from the grim reality staring them straight in the face. "Really?" They hear themself ask. "You're quitting? Just like that?"

"What, going to miss me?" The hero asks. "We could work something out-" The villain can envision the smile on the hero's face—playful but manufactured, amusement failing to reach their eyes.

"No, you're missing the point," the villain interjects. They can't seem to organize their thoughts. There's a terrible foreboding itching at their skin. "What happened to your mission?"

"My... mission," the hero echoes hollowly. They rub a hand over their face. Their enemy looks horribly mortal in that moment, their shoulders hunched and their posture crumpled.

"Don't tell me you can't remember," the villain says, resisting the urge to grab the hero's jaw and force them to turn to look at them. "Right the injustices of the world. Give people a better life than I had. Any of that ringing a bell?"

The hero's nose wrinkles. They're still staring out at the horizon, a distant gleam to their eyes. "My dreams were just that: dreams. Too lofty and optimistic to ever become reality."

Anger bubbles in the villain's chest, white-hot and fast as lightning. "How do you know?" They demand. "You didn't even try-"

"Didn't even try?" The hero snaps, finally turning around to look them in the eyes. The villain immediately regrets wishing to see the hero's expression, as they stare at the uncharacteristic rage and defeat written all over their enemy's face. "I can excuse everything else you've just said to me. But I tried. I fucking tried—more than you can possibly imagine."

The villain is struck silent. The hero takes a step closer, slowly breaking the distance between them. "Do you know how long I spent pushing myself to the brink of exhaustion and injury, just for the idealistic hope of change?" The hero continues, fury glittering in their eyes, "Do you have any idea how tiring it is to work every day of your fucking life for a system that doesn't give two shits about you?"

"I think we both know that I do," the villain finally chokes out, once their tongue no longer feels glued to the roof of their mouth. The hero's eyebrows furrow.

"No," they say with a shake of their head. Their enemy clenches their fists at their sides. The villain suddenly feels nervous, for reasons they can't quite explain. "You don't understand. You gave up." Dread prickles along the villain's skin as they comprehend what the hero just said. Perhaps the worst part of their accusation is that it's entirely true.

"Where you saw an insurmountable obstacle, I saw an opportunity," the hero continues, "I fucking tried. You didn't. You were content to drown in your hatred, to let your own selfishness override the fact that, out there, thousands of people are still experiencing exactly what we went through."

"So don't you ever say that to me," the hero hisses, pointing at the villain's chest. Their touch is light as a feather, yet the villain feels as if their enemy's finger is tearing through their flesh and bone. "Because I gave everything I had to this job. And the agency chewed me up and spit me right the fuck back out."

The hero's eyes are glassy, the villain realizes. Tears are falling down their enemy's face and they watch as the hero furiously wipes at their face with the back of their sleeve. They're beginning to realize why the hero hid their face at first—they were hiding the tear stains running down their cheeks.

The villain is at a loss for words. Truly, there is nothing they can say that will change the reality of the situation—nothing that will fix the horrible injustices and cruelties that lay the foundation for the very system the hero operated in for so long.

"So, yes, I'm quitting," the hero says, their voice raspy and cracked. A part of the villain's stone heart breaks at the devastated tone of their enemy's voice. "I'm done and, if I'm lucky, you will never see me again." Something akin to fear strikes at the villain's chest.

"I'll still find you," the villain maintains, their stomach turning as they try to imagine a world without the hero, a life without an enemy.

"And what will you do?" The hero hums. Their voice sounds empty; there is no sign of the unending determination that first drew the villain to them. "I won't fight you." They state.

"You don't need to," the villain tries.

But the hero simply shakes their head. "Goodbye," their enemy says instead, their visage fading as they disappear into the shadows. The villain stares at the space the hero had just occupied, wondering how it all could have fallen apart so quickly.

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[m-eowdy]

I wish I could make out sloppy style with American television series The Good Place

[the-exiled-comic]

Can I draw sandywing dying in a glue trap

PLEASE THIS WOULD BE SO FUNNY i need a collection ofthese...

my bestie @nejiro drew one of her it brings me so much joy

[chattering-crow]

I keep thinking about how I'm a girl. I love being a girl and I love that going on testosterone made me a girl again

[losercade]

👁️👁️

I see you’re a fellow 1984 fan?

YES!!!!!

[grollow]

Your avatar scared the shit outta me if i'm being totally honest, too used to seeing the other one LMAO

TBF I had the other one for a really long time. I've been debating changing it to this one since @aidaita gifted it to me for Christmas (I AM STILL SCREAMING I WILL NEVER STOP SCREAMING AVIA) but finally caved since I'm actively working on We Are Like The Living Dead more regularly now.

(Before I was like "You're a peasant and you must earn the right to Rotgirl and Saltlord pfp" dsgnsdng)

[sleepyscully]

Honestly i think there is no other show that gave me as much mental damage, as many brain worms, as many heartbreaks as the x files

Gosh I love this show

[thedeafprophet]

watching someone else finish light fingers rn and i am once again emotional over my baby

[apollos-boyfriend]

i’m gonna cry it’s raining right now and i just passed by a family where both parents were without an umbrella but their kid who couldn’t have been older than like 3-4 was proudly holding this GIANT umbrella whose diameter was as tall (if not taller) as the kid. both the parents were getting absolutely drenched but u could tell the kid was just so happy to have an “adult” task and carry the umbrella themselves and i think that sacrifice is what love is all about

[whiteshipnightjar]

Zoozve, my beloved

[1-jar-of-stars]

On Friendship.

[stillgotscars]

this part of stevie nicks’ interview with rolling stone is taking me out

[aroninshonour]

Ngl I think that Kai knew what being the chosen one actually meant since the very beginning, even if he didn't portray it like that in the beginning.

He knew that responsibility was a lot, and once he figured out that it was a mere child who wasn't even in the double digits who had to bear that responsibility, he just wished it was himself even more because he didn't want Lloyd to have such a burden that he's known for a long fucking time. He knows what it's like not having that childhood, He knows what it's like to have a big responsibility, even if his wasn't as big as Lloyd's was at the time to him it felt like he was holding up the weight of the entire world just for his sister, and now he's determined to help the little green child who has been chosen to save the world of Ninjago.

Kai wished so badly for it to be him because he didn't want anyone else to have to deal that burden with tons and tons of weight on it. He just wanted to bear the burden of the world on his shoulders so nobody else had too.

Even if it was hidden behind the mask of just wanting to be someone special from the beginning...or maybe that wasn't a mask either, even if he knew the consequences.

I know I'm looking to much into this for a kids lego show but I honestly believe this. Like I headcanon this as Canon because it's just that surreal to me and I love it 🧡

Kai never really stopped wishing that he had been the chosen one