#They're just so cool

[azurecanary]

Morally askew wizards played by Aabria Iyengar my beloved

[kurtc0ba1n]

there is one moot of mine that every time I see them interact with my posts I break out into a big cheesy grin

i get so nervous but they make me so excited :D

[worshipfulmercy]

albums with clowns in the cover... please save me...

[metro--clown]

whats your favorutie blood type and why? hrrrmm homsetruck

I fucking love the Purple Bloods!!!

They're just silly clowns and all the designs look so cool (+ Karako is my adopted son and I love him very much)

Oh also I like the AB blood type

[veriken]

VERIVERY | 2020 CONCEPT TRAILER 2

[wozwaid]

i never understood why people got so upset when someone didn't like the music that their fav group made. i thought it was crazy

and then i got into xikers

now im crazy

[oppositeslut]

ohhhh I can't wait to see what their plotline ohhh

[hotcat37]

My interpretation of Pokémon protagonists: Johto 1

I know Gold's name is actually Ethan but I'm referring to him as Gold because I'm specifically talking about GSC here and not HGSS (I'll probably do one of these for Lyra/Ethan as well once I've played the games)

-Gold and Kris are friends and travel together for fun

-they bicker a lot but they find each other amusing so they stick around

-they're freshly 14

-Kris picked Totodile and Gold chose Cyndaquil

-they're well known around the neighborhood and are seen as the cool kids. They have a bunch of people's phone numbers saved in their transceivers

-they both do the gyms but Kris is more interested in catching Pokémon and Gold doesn't really have huge ambitions to be champion either

-Kris travels on her bike and Gold has his skateboard

-they're both pretty laid back but Gold is a lot more chaotic and gets side tracked easily while Kris is the one that always has to steer them back in the right direction

-Kris by contrary gets much more stubborn and hot-headed during Pokémon battles though

-when they're not traveling they like to help out in the Pokémon daycare and raise eggs

-they're big fans of Red and screamed in pure excitement when Prof. Elm gave them tickets to travel to Kanto

-Gold actually already owned a Pokémon before choosing Cyndaquil, an Aipom he caught when he was younger

-Kris had always been jealous of him for that but that quickly faded when she's the one that received the Togepi egg from the professor

-their bags are stuffed full with custom made Pokéballs and apricorns they collected

[clouds-of-wings]

12 Mirrors hatched in my lair within the last 24 hours and I still act like I don't have a problem.

[spectator-zee]

Me with my moots' works

@your-ne1ghbor @oh-shtars @rascalentertainments @chillwildwave @signed-sapphire @annymation @tumblingdownthefoxden @uva124

Do u ever read a friend’s fic and it’s like holy shit how do you consider me qualified to talk to you?

[abstractzqyad]

when my three favorite youtubers are all Australian

[chicohungers24-7]

Kaijus been on my brain lately

[uwudonoodle]

Me, terrified to interact with people in the fandoms I love.

you ever have mutuals who are way cooler than you so you perpetually feel like a little kid who’s somehow gotten in the good graces of a really cool teenager and you want to talk to them whenever you can but youre still kind of terrified of them

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[cherryfennec]

Summer Times

Hi! I'm finally back from my two week abroad trip!

[blondie-drawings]

Good lord this tomb is full of shitposts 😳😳 pt 1/pt 2