#Probably could’ve done better

[meepisindahouse]

Redraw of my first Phighting fan art on here! I’m too tired to link it, lol. Subspace upon ye.

[patchver-update]

DELTARUNE TOMORROW EVERYONE

[ovium-sheep]

Animal Jam Zaza or whatever

[galactic-feelins]

Recently @aviivix shared another design for their Lich Sora and I’ve been thinking about him for DAYS now!

He’s just SO gender! I had to draw him!

It took a while, and I don’t know what his pants look like, so they’re in the simplified style and I have cropped them out for your sake TwT

[hana-bobo-finch]

@hyliaphora-cecropia who are these little freaks and what do they want from me

[lesbehonestsstuff]

Catholic guilt - part 6

Casey Novak has always been the good catholic girl. Always perfect, always trying to meet high expectations. But she doesn't understand why she feels no interested in the boys who flirted with her, why her eyes instead linger on other girls.

Word count: 2371

Chapter 6/7

I was rushing with deadlines but I finally got time to write so here you go

The day had gone by and Casey had barely moved. She lay there barely able to breathe. The motion felt too hard, the pressure hurting her ribs. She was staring up at the ceiling, the tears that were falling catching on the soft brown fur of the bear. The room felt smaller, suffocating, the walls closing in on her. Her father’s words echoed in her head, “I’ll make you normal if it kills me.”

She wasnt broken, she wasnt something he could fix. Her entire life she had been living under their pressure and she couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t let them send her away. She couldn’t lose Alex.

The thought of being torn from the only person who truly loved all of her, who understood her—it send another rush of tears down her face. She couldn’t stay, her father would make sure she was gone by tomorrow. They would force her into that camp, try to erase everything she was, make her forget the love she had for Alex.

She couldn’t let that happen.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she sat up, wiping the tears from her eyes. She knew what she had to do. She couldn’t stay here, not with them. Not after she knew what they’d do.

Quietly, Casey got up and grabbed her backpack from the floor. She moved quickly, her hands shaking as she stuffed it with the most important things she could find—some clothes, her favorite sweater, the one she had stolen from Alex months ago, her favorite book filled with images and a photo from the Photo Booth she and Alex had taken, all of it hiding in its pages.

She opened the door to her room and heard them downstairs, dishes clinging and her fathers voice rough and loud as it always was. She took the chance to run to their room, to the box of documents her mother kept under their bed and quickly grabbed what was hers. Everything else she left behind. There wasn’t time. She needed to get out.

Wiping her the rest of her tears with the back of her hand, Casey shoved everything in her bag and crossed the room to the window. She stopped for a second looking back at all the memories, all the things she was leaving behind. It made her ache to know that her life would never be the same, that her parents were so hateful they had pushed her to this point. If she stayed she would be gone, so she would go before they could take her.

Grabbing the bear Alex had won for her and stuffing it at the top of her backpack she went to her window. The latch clicked softly as she unlocked it, the cool night air rushing in as she pushed the glass up. She hesitated for a moment when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, glancing back toward the door. If he heard her, if he caught her leaving, she didn’t know what he’d do. But she wasn’t waiting around to find out.

With a deep breath, Casey climbed out onto the roof, it had gotten dark and she used it to her advantage, her movements quick and careful. She’d done this a dozen times before to sneak out, but tonight it felt different. Tonight she wasn’t sneaking away, she was escaping.

The gravel crunched under her feet as she dropped down onto the driveway below. Without looking back, she ran. The wind whipped through her hair, and the cool night air stung her cheeks, but she didn’t slow down. Her heart pounded in her chest, her pulse racing as she made her way to Alex’s house, each step fueled by desperation and fear.

By the time she reached Alex’s house, her lungs were burning, and her legs felt like lead. She scrambled around to the side, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could see Alex inside asleep on the couch, the tv illuminating her features. She tapped on the window trying to get her attention.

She could see Alex slowly wake up, looking around confused until their eyes locked together Alex’s came closer rushing to the window, her brows furrowed in confusion at first, but the second she saw Casey’s tear-streaked face, the confusion melted into concern.

Alex pushed the window open, leaning out. “Casey?” Her voice was soft, but Casey could hear the worry. “What’s wrong?”

“Let me in,” Casey choked out, her voice shaking, desperate with sobs that wanted to crawl out her throat. “Please.”

Without hesitation, Alex disappeared for a second, and Casey heard the sound of her unlocking the back door. She rushed to meet her, and as soon as Alex opened the door, Casey crashed into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Alex’s arms tightened around her immediately, holding her close. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Alex murmured, her voice gentle, though panic was creeping into her tone. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Case. What happened?”

Casey couldn’t speak. She just clung to Alex, her fingers digging into her shirt as if letting go would make everything worse. Her body shook with sobs, her face buried against Alex’s neck.

Alex guided her inside, shutting the door softly behind them and leading Casey upstairs to her bed. They sat down, and Alex kept her arms around Casey, rubbing slow circles on her back. “You’re safe here. It’s okay.”

Alex felt helpless, she held tightly to Casey, waiting as sob after sob came out of her. She had never seen her so distressed and not knowing what had caused it had her so worried she felt like she was going mad. Casey was barely breathing between her cries, the desperation in them making Alex’s eye glaze over.

It took what felt like forever, but eventually, Casey’s sobs subsided enough for her to speak. Her words came out in ragged gasps, choked and broken, as she tried to explain what had happened. “My dad…he knows…they both do. He—he called me a pervert. He said—he said I was disgusting. That I’m.. that I’m—”

Alex’s felt her breath knocked out of her at the words, her grip tightening protectively around Casey. She pulled back just enough to look at her, brushing the hair out of her face, her blue eyes full of worry and love. “Casey… they’re wrong,” she whispered, her voice filled with so much conviction that Casey almost believed it. “They’re wrong. You’re not. You’re perfect, just as you are.”

Casey just shook her head, a hollow look in her eyes. She hugged her arms tightly around herself, a faint wince escaping her lips as her hand brushed against a tender spot on her arm.

Alex’s brows furrowed, and her gaze dropped to Casey’s arm. She reached out, gently lifting Casey’s sleeve to reveal a darkening bruise wrapping around her arm, the clear mark of a handprint. Her breath caught, her eyes wide with shock. “Casey… who did this to you?”

Casey swallowed hard, her gaze shifting away. “My dad,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Alex’s hands were gentle, but her voice was filled with barely controlled anger. “Is… is there more?”

Without a word, Casey lifted her shirt slightly, showing Alex the darkening bruise that was starting to form on her ribs. Alex’s face went pale, her jaw tightening as she took it in, her hands shaking as she looked at Casey, barely holding back her tears. She didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared at the bruises, her mind racing. Finally, she took a shaky breath and gently lowered Casey’s shirt.

“Stay right here,” she whispered, her voice tight. She left the room briefly, returning with a small ice pack. She knelt beside Casey, her fingers gentle as she traced them on Caseys side, her touch so careful it made Casey’s chest ache. “This will help a little,” Alex murmured, pressing the ice pack to Casey’s ribs, her hand lingering to hold it in place.

Casey winced at the cold but Alex kept the pack still, she then pulled out a small camera her expression sad, a camera Alex had that Casey knew was filled with their happy moments. “Case, I’m going to take pictures of these, okay?” Her voice was steady, but her eyes were filled with a fury Casey had never seen. “Just in case. In case we ever… in case you need to show someone.”

Casey nodded numbly, letting Alex take the photos. She hated the idea, hated that this moment was now something to remember. Hated that it was now going to be tainted. But as she watched Alex, the determination in her girlfriend’s eyes made her feel safer. She knew Alex would protect her. She trusted her.

With the bruises documented, Alex sat back down beside Casey, her hand resting on her knee. “What happened after that?” she asked softly, her voice gentle but urgent.

Casey shook her head another sniffling “My dad… he… he said they’re sending me to a camp. Tomorrow. He’s taking me tomorrow morning, Lexie—”

Alex’s arms brought her back in, pulling her as close as she could. She felt nauseous at the thought. She had heard, had been threatened by her parents at some point, but the thought of Caseys parents actually following through and sending their daughter to one of those places made Alex feel like she was going to be sick. “No, they can’t… they can’t do that. Casey, we won’t let them. We won’t let them take you.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Casey cried, her voice breaking. “I can’t go back home. I can’t. But if I stay, they’ll find me—”

“We’re not staying,” Alex said firmly, her voice strong despite the fear in her eyes. The decision quickly made. “We’re leaving. Tonight. You and me.”

Casey pulled back, her eyes wide with fear. “No, you can’t… you can’t just leave because of me. I don’t want you to throw everything away.”

“I’m not throwing anything away,” Alex said, her voice soft. She cupped Casey’s face gently, wiping away her tears with her thumbs. “I don’t care about any of it if I don’t have you. I’m not letting them take you away.”

“But… your parents—”

“They don’t care about me,” Alex said quickly, pain glazing over that was gone as fast as it came. “They stopped caring years ago. But there’s someone who does. My uncle, Bill. He’s like us, Casey. He understands what we’re feeling. He lives upstate, in New York. He’ll take us in. We can be safe there.”

Casey’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to process any of it. Everything was too much. They had been happy the day before, everything had been perfect and now it was all falling apart.

She knew Alex meant it. They were going to run away—leave everything behind, leave the people that hurt them, the awful town they had never felt welcome in. They didn’t have a choice. If they stayed, Casey’s parents would destroy them.

Alex was right. They couldn’t, they had to go.

“Okay,” Casey whispered, her voice shaky. “Okay, let’s go.”

Alex gave her a kiss, a soft kiss that sent a wave of warmth through Casey. They rested their foreheads together as the last of Casey’s tears fell. “Okay” Alex whispered giving her another peck and pulling away.

Alex packed in silence, the weight of what they were doing sinking in with every item she shoved into her bag. Casey had taken only what she needed—the things she couldn’t live without—and left everything else behind. It didn’t matter anymore. She sat there, the ice offering her some relief as she wondered how she had managed to find herself so lucky to have someone like Alex by her side.

When Alex was done she grabbed Casey’s hand giving it a soft squeeze. “You ready?”

Casey squeezed her back with a small nod “Yeah. Im ready”

They went down the stairs, Alex turning all the lights off and grabbing her keys as they walked outside. She locked the house, giving it one last look as they headed out into the night.

The bus station was quiet at this hour, the sky just beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn. Alex bought two tickets, one-way, to upstate New York. Casey stood beside her, still feeling the last waves of shock pass through her, trying to wrap her mind around what they were doing.

They were really leaving. Running away together. It would’ve been romantic had the situation not been so dire.

As they boarded the bus, Alex took Casey’s hand, not leting her go as they made their way to the back, finding seats by the window. The bus was nearly empty, just a few other passengers scattered throughout. It was perfect—no one would notice them. No one would care.

Casey leaned her head on Alex’s shoulder, her body exhausted from the everything that had happened. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving her feeling drained, her emotions overwhelming. But there was one thing she knew for certain—Alex was with her. Alex was always with her.

“I’m sorry,” Casey whispered, her voice chocked up and soft.

“For what?” Alex asked, her fingers gently brushing through Casey’s hair.

“For making you leave. For… everything.”

Alex leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Casey’s forehead. “You didn’t make me do anything. I chose this because I love you, Casey. I don’t care where we are, as long as we’re together.”

Casey felt tears prick at her eyes again, but this time they weren’t tears of fear. She shifted, pressing a soft kiss to Alex’s shoulder, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. She didn’t deserve this. Didn’t deserve Alex’s kindness, her love. But Alex was here, holding her, refusing to let her go.

They were running, yes. But they were running together.

As the bus rumbled to life, the city disappearing behind them, Casey let her eyes drift shut, exhaustion pulling her under. She felt safe here, next to Alex, wrapped in her warmth. For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t afraid, she didn’t feel guilty anymore.

[jewelulu]

hi Lulu!! congrats on such a big milestone omg, you totally deserve it!! <3

could i maybe request my boy Lysander x Rook? you can find his references & more info about him here!! i don't have anything specific in mind, so i'll just leave it to your creativity shfjfjf

good luck with the requests!! remember to rest and have fun <3

Thank you so much!!! I know it took me a while to respond but it’s here and it’s finished!!! I’m not even gonna lie I was excited to draw these two I hope I did them justice!!

[nariyahcore]

would i get jumped and burned at the stake if i said prime sonic has to be my least favorite sonic in the entirety of all the Sonics that have existed in this franchise

[mxviko]

I did it

It’s a bit simple but i like it enough and I hope you do to. Excuse the shitty handwriting in some places

Based on this post I did a bit ago

[dallasgallant]

I talked before about potential reasons behind fighting and the difference in the ways they ‘Stay cool’, which will be linked here. But there’s something else I’ve noticed and I’m wondering if anyone else picked up on this…

The two who don’t like and want put an end to the fighting are socs.

Now one could argue that the greasers don’t want to fight all their lives either but that’s getting into semantics and a whole other topic. I’ll be touching on soon.

I am not saying either Cherry or Randy are wrong for having this opinion or invalid, both have very personal reasoning. Cherry knowing how her boyfriend was and just not understanding violence and Randy seeing the outcome of it being his best friend’s death. But there’s such a clear distinction to it, a luxury in being able step away and see the pain it’s caused and stop.

Soc’s can afford to stop fighting, for them life just goes on as usual. There was never a real reason for them to fight besides asserting power or some bid to feel something (something can be said about being rich and having everything, feeling little leads to ramping up and ramping up- danger, violence, wild stuff etc.)

Soc’s fighting is like everything they do, clout, power, and being part of a whole… except there’s no closeness. There’s no bond and loyalty like what the Greasers have— friendships are thin and if you don’t go along with the pack you might as well… well, leave.

On the other side of the tracks you don’t get that choice; even if you don’t like to fight you will all your life. The bank, the cops, the soc’s, other greasers— whoever, whatever. Theres no easy exit, what money? Where would you go- would you even be welcome?

“Years of living on the east side teaches you how to shut off your emotions if you didn’t, you would explode. You learn to cool it.” (122)

Both groups learn to shut themselves off. Greasers are more selective; they tend to blow more often. Soc’s shut down almost completely and if they do break— it’s not around anyone they know (how Cherry and Randy let the mask slip to Pony).

Now, the struggles soc’s face shouldn’t be directly compared to Greasers — fake friends and social expectations vs the effects of poverty aren’t exactly the same level or a comparable thing. But the point isn’t comparison! It’s humanizing the “other side”. Realizing that how it may not look like it, Greasers and soc’s suffer under the same systems.

“Things were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way you could tell the other guy was human too.” (118)

Both sides tend to be individualistic, Greasers tend to look at it more on a personal level fight between gangs or groups- where as Soc’s will see things personally in a “all about me” manner. Focus on the self rather than the group, how you hurt, you feel— upset you can’t talk to anyone but never trying etc.

Cherry and Randy actively see and hate the system, explaining as much to pony. They want out rather than stopping cycles — which, is human and understandable as in all likelihood they couldn’t do a thing to stop in. Nobody can as much as they wish, that’s part of the point.

This is more a mini exploration of the broader, underlying reasons and not necessarily a concise, surface level thing. For individuals it all depends- everyone has their own reasons.

It is interesting to notice how traits are both shared but then come through in completely different forms (being ‘cool’, individualistic, etc.) how at the end of the day people aren’t too dissimilar, things are rough — you heard it a thousand times by now.

[hello-delicious-tea]

Turns out you can spin while walking the dog if you use the hands-free leash. At least till it gets really dark.

[ronnieroseart]

… weird lookin’ lamp. It’s probably nothing to worry about, though.

Day 13: In Plain Sight!

[ranger-danger]

Still do not get why people hate on rangers so much. Especially when they don’t even know what they’re talking about and only watched a 3 minute video about how “rangers bad because they’re not rogues” like no fucking shit they’re not rogues THEYRE DIFFERENT CLASSES FOR A REASON. Are you going to sit there complaining about how sorcerers aren’t wizards or warlocks? Or how paladins aren’t fighters?

[juniperhillpatient]

I was such a coward for not getting into the whole “keeping a list of victim names & ripping people apart then putting them back together again” ripper aspect of Zuko in my atla tvd au tbh. don’t get me wrong I like atla tvd au but like…. there’s a lot I could’ve done better in retrospect

[ihonestlydontknowwhattocallthis]

This is going to be a bit long so get ready:

Okay so, I’m not someone that cares too much about Izzy dying, I mean I do, but like, he was a great character and all and his arc was great but he wasnt one of my favourites. But I am a little disappointed with the fact that he died after seeing what other people have said about it.

The guy had a lot more he could’ve done in this show, idk what but he had potential to do more in later seasons. But I personally didn’t think that his death was unnecessary, I was talking with my mum about it and she said that she saw it coming, I didn’t see it coming but I knew if any of them were going to die it would be Izzy, as none of the background characters had ‘I’m going to be killed off by the end of the show’ energy.

I’ve seen some people talking about this and I’ve seen them say that they’re leaving the fandom over this and that they’re so angry with David Jenkins for doing this to them. But like, don’t be angry with David I don’t think it’s his fault. Like the whole thing with Neil gaiman and the ending of good omens he did on purpose and it was also passed off as a joke (the threats and all that) but people are actually really mad at David because of a character being killed.

Also, if people start leaving the fandom because of this, there’s a chance we might not get season 3, and they worked hard for this show and I also don’t think I can survive if it just ends there, like I know it was a happy (sort of) ending but I need to know what happens next!!

Maybe izzy’ll come back to life through buttons bird magic or necromancy or something. I mean we’ve already seen sea witches in this show so I guess it’s could be possible (I doubt they’ll do that though)

[knowone08b]

QOTD: If you could erase one piece of media from existence as if it never existed in the first place, what would you pick and why?

Homestuck