#YOU CAN HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE!!!

[dude-wheres-thepie]

wilson buying house an organ is so you are in love by taylor swift coded

[isatartdump]

Would do the entire dialogue but drawing Bonnie crying is the bane of my existence! HA

Anyway my reaction to when this entire dialogue was over was just. Hihi.

[jaycetclis]

you are in love , true love , you are in love

[fagulaa]

Something I really love about the Silt Verses is how, in a world of gods and monsters, how grounded Faulkner's trauma [and relationship with his father] is. Especially as the season moves on, and the stakes amp up [and up] its so unexpectedly piercing to be presented with this exploration of childhood abandonment/negligence, inter-generational trauma, the indignities and stress that comes with unexpected elder care/early onset Alzheimer's. You're so locked in to these grander, more abstract concepts that your defenses are down! Mine were, anyway. TSV is so good at cutting its grand, complex plotlines with simpler [but not shallower] gutpunches, and it just grounds the whole thing.

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: dismemberment / ]

I think a lot about how Leo’s rescue could have easily ended in him losing a leg as the portal snaps shut on the Krang still clutching the limb, or, alternatively, only having Leo’s right arm make it out, still held dearly in his brother’s hand as the rest of Leo is left behind. (The latter hits even harder, as it directly parallels his future self in the worst of ways.)

I think a lot about how so many things could have gone wrong during the course of the movie with even a little bit of a change, but it really is harrowing how much of a coin-flip the entirety of the Prison Dimension rescue was.

[beargyufairy]

When you know you know…

[qoldenskies]

i think about splinter walking in on the aftermath of caged lungs a lot

[dandp]

Audio of the smack fight/"us moment" exchange from Philly

(audio courtesy of @phlondedyke!)

Rough transcript has been added below the cut:

Dan: at the end of the day, all people really want from content is miscellaneous yapping from people that they relate to, and buddy, that is the service we provide (inaudible, first shoulder smack is here)

Phil: sign up for Dan and Phil and get 20% off your first yap (inaudible, Phil smacking him back)

*they stop talking and there's a loud smack noise*

Dan: this is becoming kinky (unintelligible)

Phil: I don't know what that was

Dan: we were having an us moment and then there were a couple of gasps and it was becoming a you moment

[wiihtigo]

non canon to casey official lore but what if she did get that son of a bitch

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

chat is this real

x

[sluttybibuck]

alexa play you are in love……

[thisbisexualbrainrot]

I can’t stop looking at this screenshot Blitz’s face is just everything

the boy is down BAD

[rotinmycore]

there’s nowhere to go pt. 2

[starryluminary]

A scene from ballet flats kicked off outside your bedroom door by @n00dl3gal (who also commissioned the comic!)

I get all giddy inside every time I remember this scene. I’m glad this is the one I was asked to draw cause MAN is it one of my favorites. Have I told you yet that you should read this fic (maybe even the whole series of Kelsi fics?) Cause. Wow. Yknow

The fic in question:

[laly]

Gates of Angband, FA 60

[matzofficial]

thinking about ex!boyfriend san who is still very much in love with you but can never bring himself to admit it.

he still looks for you in the morning haze, still seeks out your warmth on colder nights, still hopes you'll walk through the front door again, chipper smile on your lips as you press kisses to his face. but san wakes to an empty bed everyday and an even emptier home: the walls of the apartment were stripped bare, with only faint dust marks along the way to serve as proof there were dozens of pictures once hung there; the potted plant you kept by the kitchen window now sits in a secluded corner on the balcony because despite everything, san can't bear to throw it out or to let it die, not when it was one of the few things you left behind. there's a stillness in the air of his apartment now, like even the room held its breath in your absence. some part of him desperately wants to hate you for it. but for all his ire, san just wants you to come home.

he'd never admit it out loud though.

no, never aloud, where anyone could hear his want for you if they listened closely enough. where the air in his lungs expands and expands and expands until it's pressing against his ribcage and heart and suddenly he wants to fall to his knees from the pressure in his chest. it's painful — to know that there's air in your lungs and yet, not be able to breathe properly. that's what it's like without you. he's alive, he's breathing, and yet why does it feel like he's not at the same time? why does it feel like he's stuck in some sort of limbo, living just half of his life? san has always wanted to live a fulfilling life and to live it to his best ability but he always imagined you there with him, living your lives to the fullest together. but he's here, going through the motions and you're out there somewhere. he hates himself for thinking you're as miserable as he is, hates that little bit of hope in his heart that maybe you'll realise life was better with him and come back. but then he remembers the finality in your words and the cold gaze in your eyes and that bit of hope dies quietly in the same place it was born.