#IM GOING TO START BITING PEOPLE

[holographic-mars]

Did you hear that Cosmos is gonna be in Earthspark season 2?? I'm super excited!!!

SLAMS MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL MULTIPLE TIMES Yeah I did hear that and I’m excited but only a normal amount. I am not thinking about Weird Al Yankovic Cosmos constantly every waking second of every day and then dreaming about it when I fall asleep

But In all seriousness I am so so excited to see Earthspark cosmos and i think weird Al is gonna do such a good job voicing him. I want to see silly goofy cosmos break into song bc he deserves it

When I first read it It went like wow Weird Al Yankovic is voicing in transformers again!! :)) I’m so happy I love when he voices people, I wonder who he’s gonna v—COSMOS??????!!!!???????

I am already cosmos number one fan as soon as this comes out it’s over for y’all

[butch-warlock]

for gods sake butch =/= short hair

[moonfall666]

i rlly wish people would stop saying shit they dont mean

"i love your art! if you sold prints i would totally buy them!!"

ive had an online print store for years now. not one single print has been purchased despite all the people saying they wanted to buy one.

"im sorry i missed all your club events during the semester, but if you were to run events during the holidays i would totally join!!"

no one joined the holiday events.

[gaylightisminetocommand]

why have i forgotten how to draw

[aramblinger]

i cannot keep being underestimated by people just because i took up fine arts. i am so tired. the amount of workload i have just for people to think im playing around or something???? like im sorry YOU cant grasp the concept that an art major is a real course or whatever and im not just playing around with crayons

[vvabbitt]

sometimes i have to bite my tongue and remind myself you cant take words back so even if a sharp tongue is deserved dont be unnecessarily hateful… it is a challenge sometimes. yall really test my patience.

[petrichoraline]

it's insane how much I hate cigarette smoke oh my LORDD

[vampistol]

Yall have no idea the steps i take to look as vampy as possible AND YET!!!!!!!!

[lee-sanghyeok]

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[thatone-highlighter]

People hear the name bastille and think of Pompeii, which isnt itself a bad song either, but it joins the ranks of its fellow 2012 era ‚popular cringe‘ music and nobody takes them seriously. Go listen to Weight Of Living Pt. II and Flaws and think about humanity for a little bit. Go listen to Icarus or Laughter Lines and tell me theyre still a Cringe Band™️. And i havent even left 2012! These are all the same album!! I didnt even GET to Good Greif or Another Place or Doom Days or fuck the entirety of Give Me The Future!!!!

[slimeking]

this is normal people temperature I'm normal im ok

[writer-room]

Dragons Rising really is the best sequel series for diehard Lloyd enjoyers, cause, yes, we acknowledge that he has panic attacks, crappy mental health, and also he's the grandson of God, but you know what really gets me? Lloyd is tired.

He's plagued with migraines (the visions are also migraines don't @ me), he's bemoaning about never getting a good nights sleep, hes struggling so hard to be a good leader and clearly doesn't have all the answers, and he's just some 20yo who's been cursed with saving the world since he was younger than his own students.

That's the realest way Lloyd could've ever been written in a future-series. It's what he is. But he's not angry (usually), he's not telling everyone to deal with it themselves, and he's not giving up. I love when Lloyd has finally had enough, but the real, genuine Lloyd? He'd never stop caring. He cares so much it'd kill him. He's tired and by god does he refuse to quit. I love that kid. Please get him a warm blanket

[cozylittleartblog]

yeah like having to deal with the obnoxious middle aged women who thrift to resell wasn't bad enough, now we got the braindead fast fashion bozos cluttering things up too.

its ok shirt, i will love you like somebody else apparently couldn't even if you shed microplastics into the water supply and will fall apart after 7 wears. and then i'll sew you back together like anyone with two braincells to rub together Should

[skeleton-squid-b0y]

episode 1.00pm favourite robby episode. smthn abt these two scenes especially showing how badly he needs to protect himself from being percieved as struggling in any way. how he does that godawful look like he's been stabbed in the chest just because mohan even suggested he was having a bad day and talked to collins instead.

the vehemence that he says don't ever do that again.

never make me feel like you can see I'm breaking.

how he then goes to collins, teeth bared because she dared see him slip up and show he's struggling. he can't deny collins reads him like a fucking book so he resorts to his last defense. 'I've got some fucking feedback' 'I'm your superior'. this whole minute is just him going for the throat because he knows she can see right through his bullshit and is calling him out for taking it out on people. and then he immediately proves her point and snaps at santos.

collins and mohan arent going over his head or outside the usual channels. theyre not doing anything backhanded or out of line. they just took a sidestep to try take some pressure off him, but even that is far too close to acknowledging he's breaking. and I love watching his insanely fucked up defensive response because if they even knew the real depths of the fracture. . .

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

[nerdlingmerchling]

I'll never, as long as I live, get over that video of Kit being so happy and proud to show off his new co-star : the perfect Wylan to his Jesper. Also, Jack's little giggle ; him being the most adorable creature on earth. Please kill me.