#I'm cooking something rn

[arthursfuckinghat]

Arthur Morgan and Joan of Arc.. both plagued by visions.. followers who became leaders for the good of their people.. the parallels..

[general-cyno]

I haven't stopped thinking about zolu after wano bc isn't it crazy that zoro, as enma's new wielder, has declared he might as well become the king of hell and it turns out he's a descendant of the shimotsuki/frost moon family line, making him a descendant of shimotsuki ryuma the god of the blade whom he resembles physically, whose sword zoro earned after defeating his zombie in thriller bark and who's considered a hero of wano that's only rivaled now by joy boy - luffy's sun god nika the warrior of liberation and joy. that both zoro's presence and luffy's df awakening as nika/joy boy in wano were considered the "work of fate". how zoro was luffy's first crewmate, one he actively sought after learning just his name and fearsome reputation. the whole pirate king and greatest swordsman business. their parallels to roger and ray. how they both have the will of kings/conquerors. I feel insane

[xuethms]

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[dulioon]

you've been noticed

[marciliedonato]

Girls will be like 'I'm fighting demons' and then the demons are mcr set times 💯💯

[twrambling]

Puerto Rico x Ireland

very quick doodle.

Version where Ireland has no freckles and a fun fact (excuses as to why I ship them)

Did you know that a Puerto Rican man,

Pedro Albizu Campos

(this man)

helped with the Irish constitution?

Here's the wiki article that talks about him:

[dixidin]

I think the reason why I make Boothill so obsessed with Argenti is because I'm obsessed with him

If you repost this on another website, please give credit. Do not put my art in any ai or repost it as your own work. You are free to use this as a pfp as long as you credit. Any like or rebblog is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! -dixidin

[deluludiaz]

something about the chemistry between work partners on a network procedural >>

[thebirdandhersong]

layers of school and family and health issues and future planning and final exam stress aside, do you ever feel like there is a long ongoing scream inside of you that seems to have no end ha haaaa

[scarlettjulz]

Also, the fact that Lilia loves to cook for people, even though they usually reject his food, makes me so sad. His love language (at least one of them) is acts of service and I'm gone, absolutely gone

[petrow1tch]

They weren't lying, this psychological recovery journey got hands

[hroscek]

As an (occasional) artist I appreciate that Dottore's mask covers pretty much all of his face. No need to figure out eyes and eyebrows! >:3

[transgenderfivepebbles]

please tell me the overlap between these fandoms is more than three people

[hooved]

hung out with a trans couple today at a park and we talked and listened to music and smoked weed and it was really nice. i also invited them to the free boardgames and snacks night on wednesday and they're going 😊

[lost-letters-from-atlantis]

I love you.

This is my last time ever reaching out for you.

I love you.

I will not write you letters anymore. I will not yearn for you as I used to. I will not continue to hope for your return.

I want you to know that I still love you. I always will. Only I won't keep begging for you to come back.

See, I finally got used to your silence. To your absence. It would be pointless to hear from you again. I don't have any words left for you. Nothing to welcome you with. No desire to try and repair what we had.

It's gone. I know it is.

Gone for good.

I am not angry. Not anymore.

I'm sorry.

There are still things that I don't understand.

(Why didn't you speak to me sooner? Why did you let me drown? Could it have been avoided? Is there a way I could have made things better? Was it all my fault? Was it all yours? Could it have been fixed?)

Only, today is the day I stop searching for answers.

I still toss and turn at night sometimes when sleep won't come, but lately, you became a far-away thought in the back of my mind. A distant thing. Nothing but background noise.

I think I'm ready to accept that I will never be able to tell you how much I loved you again.

It doesn't mean I'll ever stop loving you.

I will keep thinking about you every time I spill something and the floor of my kitchen becomes sticky. Every time I see one of your friends. Every time I see shower puffs. Every time I hear about mozzarella sticks. Every time I listen to Stayed Gone. Every time I start to tell a story and realise it's one of yours.

All the damned time.

Even today, as I was on my way to the train station, I walked past a carousel all lit up and spilling out its music, and who knows why, I was thinking about you.

Do you remember when we used to talk about how we'd take the train every holiday to see each other?

Ah.

Well.

Sorry again.

I didn't mean to upset you.

What I meant to say is, this is my last time talking to you. Or rather pretending to.

I grew tired of shouting meaningless words and pretending that they make sense. That you'd understand.

They call it acceptance.

I call it resignation.

You'd probably call it pride and tell me that I'm just too fierce to make the first move.

Maybe I am.

But then again, what are you? And what have you done?

Isn't your pride part of the reason why we got here, too?

It's okay. I do not blame you. I'm past that.

I wish I could hold you one last time. Tell you that I'm sorry. That I missed you. That I love you.

The only comfort I will ever have is these words.

It is for the best, I think. I prefer not to hurt you.

Any words that I'd try to tell you would probably sound fake and shallow, no matter how genuine they are.

I need to make peace with that too. You'll never understand. You'll never hear my words.

You are gone. And I don't want to talk to ghosts anymore. I found my way back amongst the livings, I made new friends, I started a new life. Without you.

I have enough of one-way conversations falling in deaf ears.

I can't let you plague my present and future anymore. You belong to the past. I'm sorry.

I love you.

These were my last words. I am tired of fighting.

I love you.

[choccorin]

finished the new ep :3