#OURGHHHH

[gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

Do you ever just cave in and start drawing really self indulgent stuff during health class while ur supposed to be taking notes on a movie ur class is watching

Yeah me too. Anyways

[blicketyuri]

SHORTS WARS SPOILERS !!

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I am devastated and my day is ruined

[mail-me-a-snail]

holding hands with tron legacy and appleseed and bladerunner 2049 and ai artificial intelligence and the matrix. MY scifi movies BABEY!!!

[phagodyke]

god what a fucking terrible country this is to be trans in. it rly just keeps getting worse huh

[transmascfucktoy]

can someone hold me in their arms and then rail me thanks

[kerboid]

Need this so bad you have no idea

fixer

[butchjo]

this is so grueling

[zedortoo]

oops uhm. i hit the following button instead of the ask button. anyways hiii

OH MY GAWWWD LOOK AT THEMMMMUH

[hinderr]

Thinking about the dnd-ified version of father's son grogu djarin I made a while back and uh-

(Grongu Deerin, Lucidity Campaign)

[seianusfanboy]

everyone go follow for a good laugh

hi guyz it's been a hot minute

and i decided to post the stuff abt the movie im writing here !! and also make it private tho .

anyway.....

[hexslvt]

the real question is do i shower now or in the morning

[hongluboobs]

god. canto 5 dungeon was SUCH an experience

[randomwriteronline]

In some of his few restless dreams, Whexie forgives him.

He forgives him for his betrayal.

He forgives him for his weakness.

He forgives him for his cowardice.

In some of his dreams, Nidhiki kills him. In some, he doesn't.

He doesn't know if Whexie really would forgive him for doing what he did - for almost selling the city to the Dark Hunters to save his own skin first and foremost: he likes to think he would, because he knows Lhikan won't.

Lhikan will never forgive him.

He will take this grudge to his grave, clinging to it as hard as he can.

Because they were brothers before they were Mangai, and Nidhiki abandoned him when Whexie was torn away from them.

Oh, what an actor his brother is.

He is the leader of the Toa Metru, protector of the City of Legends, as they call it with no shortage of mockery in the peninsula; as he surveys the Matoran his Hau shines golden like the twin suns, as splendid as the Great Spirit himself; he is stalwart and stoic, sure of himself, a steady guide like a burning torch through the dark.

But Nidhiki remembers the other him: the bright shadow hiding away behind a white Calix, quiet and fearful. The Toa so shaken by the loss of his brothers that he could not run away from even the worst fights, fixated on trying to save anybody he could.

They were a team, the three of them. They were brothers.

But Whexie left and never returned.

He left, with a worried smile and reassurances of coming back.

They knew they would not see him again after the first decade.

Lhikan mourned him. Each day, after living as though nothing could affect him, he locked himself in his small, squallid home, and grieved where none could find him.

Nidhiki decided he would not die, or go missing, or disappear without a trace or a warning, and betrayed the whole city along with him.

And for that, Lhikan will never forgive him.

Yet in his dreams Whexie forgives him, because Whexie was his brother, and he would have understood.

In some way, he might have understood.

Mahtse would have kept him around, sullying the air with the bitterness between them as he covered the whole thing with a layer of professionalism, like geological eras piled on one another.

Sutau would have refused to have nothing more to do with him: he would have sunk briars in his arm in the hopes he would have to live with a painful reminder of his mistake forevermore.

Naho would have stared him down appalled with her frighteningly bright eyes, and her silence would have stung through his armor.

Tuyet would have killed him. Consumed him without remorse, another worthwhile stepping stone for her design.

Pyea would have simply gazed into him, blankly, a little sadly.

Tumul would have watched the Dark Hunters tear him apart.

Mackari would have encased him in the Archives, for stasis was the closest thing to death he could sentence him to; he would have left him as the highest exhibition of punishment, his only way to get revenge for something none of them were guilty of.

And Eyini...

He preferred not to think of Eyini.

(Nidhiki had met Eliminator a few times - he had been eyed by him, heard his horrible gargling laugh, his insinuations that he could feel himself back on the hunt for him soon.)

(Nidhiki had wondered, each time, what the fear in his eyes would have looked like if he had stolen the air from his lungs, leaving only droplets of humidity to fill them mercilessly until he was left agonizingly drowning on land.)

(Nidhiki had wondered, each time, how it would have felt to lean down on the dying bastard and ask him if he could feel around his many limbs the liquid protodermis of the Ga-Metru canals - where the body of his youngest brother had been thrown to be discovered, lifeless, as he floated face down, in a desecration and insult to the Kaukau he bore.)

[dumvixerum]

brb, need to sapphic yearn for absolutely no one while laying in the dark ://

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

inspired by this:

also, here's the fake thumbnails seen very briefly at the end if anyone wants to see wtf moke's up to on his nonexistent yt channel:

[sanjipussyindulgence]

my chapter outline somehow manages to get longer every time i look at it... this fic was originally gonna be a one-shot...