#Idk dont look at me

[head---ache]

Live & Learn Au² 🤨

[thornescalling]

also i forgot how oddly cute Commander Tritan and Captain Yudrass are. idk something about the overwhelmed and stumbling leader with his competent advisor of lower status, who never steps out of line, and who the leader always listens to. something about dependency and trust, and the titles not matching the reality of who is in control.

[zappedbyzabka]

Ballerina Johnny just…

He’s very graceful when it comes to Karate, just picture him in a leotard spinning with one of his legs up in pretty pointe shoes

[gingeredmink]

-shows up at 5am, posts Sou/Tats making out, refuses to elaborate, leaves-

[snootlestheangel]

*Ness, doing speech exercises for his apraxia*

Truck: *walks past with a wrench in his hand*

Ness, under his breath: Fe fi fo fum, there go Truck about to beat a bitch

Woody: *heard it and spits out his water*

Woody: Ness you can't say that-

Ness: *slams hands* I can't say shit to begin with!

[weirdcat1213]

It's time for Weird Thoughts with WC

If you're too serious about jesus you're gonna want to skip this one

Yknow all this love for space cowboy jeesus aka our lord and savior Vash the Stampede had me thinking....this is how people feel about yknow...actual religion isn't it. Like ik I'm not gonna see him when I die lmao but knowing a character like vash exists and his love for humanity just makes me go :3 and motivates me and it makes me want to be better and enjoy life. Its wild to me because vash is definitely a jesus allegory but the allegory feels more real to me than the actual man upstairs (if there's one)

As someone who was raised catholic and decided to yeet it the moment i was like 15, I've been thinking what's stopping me from just...exchanging them; like cant i just feel for jesus the same way i feel for vash. I came to the conclusion that somehow vash feels more intimate because he has real emotions instead of being a "Have Faith In God Because He Good" machine. Like we got both jesus and vash's life stories in books but they just make me react in different ways. Even if jesus is a good guy he has been weaponized against me and who I am and other people like me for many years. He is a poor guy who gets killed but also people who like the guy want me dead because they can't read what the bible actually refers to with their stories. On the other hand because we got a clear source material and most people get the idea vash loves all humans cuz its a key detail that's hard to miss, it's hard to weaponize the little guy. Ik a few people in this fandom didn't get the memo that vash loves EVERYONE but there's always those people who are stupid. You can't put the trans babygirl against other trans people, idiot.

Idl where I was going with all that, but tldr; vash is nice and I would die for him

[wolfbabedeluxe]

I miss great comet

[gusbuses]

Lmao I just realized both ideas I had this morning are just dudes getting in fights about their beautiful boyfriend

[amurr-reha]

I miss you tumblr

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[joshuamj]

Hero.

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[weirdcat1213]

short one-shot about eriks and the plant from the town he's staying at :D

spoilers for stampede ep 12

Eriks didn't know what he was doing, it was like his body moved before he could reconsider his bad idea. 

Even though the darkness of the night prevented the townsfolks to see him, he had no idea what he would say in case he encountered someone. His mind hadn't been able to form a coherent thought for some time anyway. Eriks liked it that way, the flashes of memory were too much to bear.

However, the moment he heard some people talking about the town’s plant acting funny something from the back of his mind took over the reins. Eriks didn't want to get involved in anything, he was sure the people would find a way to fix it, but before he knew it he felt his body sneak out of the nice old lady’s house who had helped him months ago.

In the end, Eriks managed to get to the building where the town had its plant. He walked towards it slowly, hesitant. He wondered what right he had to be there, to try and help people. In his flashes of memory, it seemed he never managed to make anyone happy anyway. When the blond man reached the plant he put his only hand against the crystal tube, then his forehead. 

Are you okay? The people are worried about you.

The plant stayed still for a few seconds until she started to open up. Eriks waited for the beautiful creature while he felt the marks forming on his own skin. He wondered what would the nice old lady and her spunky little granddaughter would think of them. When the plant opened completely and had her own hands against Eriks’s, he closed his eyes and focused on what was bothering her.

I see…you felt the distress of our sisters…and fear for your safety. You will be okay, the nice people of this town will take care of you.

Eriks felt the plant starting to relax a little bit.

They are okay…I don't know where they are but I promise they are okay…

The plant’s eyes, which had been wide open with worry, eased at the news.

I know I should have been able to do more…I wanted to find a way to save everyone..but you weren't there, he was going to kill everyone…

Eriks’s lines in his face became brighter, which caught the plant’s attention.

I tried to talk to him..but he wouldnt listen and…

The blonde man didn't feel the tears roll down his cheeks.

I’m sorry Nai...I don't really know what else I could have done but I’m sorry...I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m-

Eriks’s thoughts were interrupted by a warm feeling that took over his mind. It wasn't too strong but it was as if a delicate hand was patting his mind, his hurt heart. When Eriks opened his eyes he realized he had been crying and the plant was the one consoling him as he had consoled other plants in the past. She opened her eyes to look at him fondly and closed them again.

He knew it was selfish and wrong to take that comfort, he didn't deserve anyone’s kind words after what he had done, let alone a plant’s consolation. 

Yet, he stayed. Eriks had his forehead pressed against the glass until his tears dried. Before he left, the plant smiled softly at him and folded once again.

In the morning, the townsfolk celebrated the plant going back to normal on its own.

[hinamie]

thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life

bonus:

[windwenn]

My ipad is just full of spock sketches rn