#ah to be young again

[rubbish78]

Frank Iero not giving a fuck about future back problems (x)

[miz-chase]

the last time i went to P-town, I was in that headspace where I was "I love my gay friends! I'm glad they're having a fun time here! It must be so nice for them to feel safe and welcome! Also, unrelated, I had sex with my friend who is a woman yesterday. And have been holding her hand all the time. Surely this means nothing about my sexuality 😃"

this is absolutely a big factor in my interest in incredibly, aggressively, instinctually repressed Seeley Booth

[teazingsassy]

I am not normal about them

[baronessblixen]

So here's a turn I never would have expected:

I've never watched Californication, buuuuuuuuut I was hearing interesting things about Hank Moody as a character. So, I asked around, whittled down a few Personality Typing options, and-- non-expert that I am-- got ESTP... which is Maggie Scully. And isn't that crazy? Two seemingly different characters with seemingly different life goals and paths have a bafflingly lot in common.

Sooooooooooo, I'm slowly working on a writeup seemingly on Hank but really as a "how did he go wrong compared to Maggie?" analysis. ...I'm not even invested in Californication, not really a fan of explicit or dirty material; and yet here we are.

I'm particularly interested in how Maggie mastered her ability to make decisions (something ESTPs struggle with) while Hank hadn't (at the time of the series) even begun that work. All stems back to childhood, I tell ya; but doesn't it always?

What is this, you ask? A Ramble TM. XDDDD I don't think you're invested in the show, either, so I took a moment to drop in and say "...Huh" about everything before continuing on my loooooooong, out-of-the-blue project.

Oh wow, that's interesting! I watched the show back in the day, but I don't remember enough about Hank's character. At least not in detail. Never would have thought that he and Maggie Scully have the same personality type 😂 I love that. It does always come back to childhood. Which never fails to amaze me.

I love rambles so I was happy to receive this ask 😁

[thewayitalknj]

everytime Frank Iero and Mikey Way make a story/post about eachother on instagram my 14yrold self screams on the inside.

[screwpinecaprice]

When your boyrfren is a morning person.

(Idk if Connie's not a morning person, but it'd be funny if she isn't.)

Connie doodles (and a Steven!)

[katabay]

Robin Hood and Little John walkin' through the forest--

alright! so! early robin hood ballads and narratives don't have an origin story for little john, but a later ballad (robin hood and little john) does. they fight on a bridge in it, but I like looking at illustrations, so I've swapped out the bridge for that tree peaking out of the panel in the first panel bc I enjoy louis rhead's illustrations a lot.

this is some kind of introduction scene after they fight and climb out of the river!

Robin Hood & Little John (edited by Stephen Knight & Thomas Ohlgren)

[haomnyangz]

It must be hell. A hell you can never escape from. I know because I'm down there too. So if you have time to cry, make those bastards who did this burn in hell. That's the only way to survive it.

THE DEVIL JUDGE (2021) Director Choi Jung-kyu

[t1nngun]

Time travel excellency in k-dramas.

(🎞️ : lovely runner, twinkling watermelon, a time called you, blue birthday, marry my husband, 18 again)

[peculiardiction]

Everyone’s asleep, post timkon kisses

[neviayue]

welcome home, jiuk | By Nevi Ayu E.

Same place, same Jiuk. Two people who welcomes his existence in this world!

Anyways, watching these two scenes, I hear Heesung's words to Haeyoung where she says: Mum's passed away, but I'm looking at her, she's here in your face, your personality, even in how you talk. 엄마는 네버 다이야!

[sweetlullabyebye]

[rattycattyfanfic]

mandy my cigarette smoking nu metal gf

[achirding]

SatBK Week 6: Home

The feeling that I'm losing him forever And without really entering his world I'm glad whenever I can share his laughter That funny little boy

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in his mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing He keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time

Slipping through My Fingers - ABBA

[fatedroses]

Emotions running high.

[good-beanswrites]

hii hiii is it alright if I request something with kotoko and haruka?(platonic ofc) their character foils drive me insane with all the weak stuff authngghn icant be normal about them

Oooh thank you so much for the request! I realized that these two actually have one of the smallest windows to talk easily, given Haruka's nervousness and Kotoko's T2 changes. They have such interesting approaches to strength/weakness, and I hope I could capture it a bit here! This takes place immediately following Kotoko's bday timeline after Harrow's release:

“I’ll accept those birthday wishes…” Kotoko gave him a wave over her shoulder as she returned to making her bed.  

She shook her head in awe. It was rather impressive how quickly the boy had changed after his verdict. The others had more subtle differences, but he was someone entirely new. She could rest easy, at least, knowing that her verdict wouldn’t change her much. For as long as she could remember, she’d been like this. She knew where she stood, and neither guilty nor innocent verdict would affect that. This verdict was really only an indicator on whether the warden could be trusted or not. 

Her body tensed up when she turned back around, startled by Haruka lingering silently in the doorway. She decided against chastising him for scaring her half to death. Still, she couldn’t keep the bite from her voice as she asked, “did you need something else?”

“Ah… I just…” He twisted his hands together. “I had a question.” 

He fell silent, but Kotoko could tell he was chewing on his next words. She waited.

“H-how do you do it? All the time? You’re older and stronger and braver and I-I just don’t know how.”

“Give yourself some credit. I’m not that much older, or stronger. I only have, what -- two, three years on you? And you did very well in the arm wrestling tournament the other day.” 

She wasn’t being patronizing. For someone so sheltered, Haruka could do some damage. He stood a few inches taller than her. The others had taken the arm wrestling as a little game, but Kotoko had used the event to measure up her fellow prisoners. After his close match with Mikoto, she had made a mental note to take him seriously. 

“No…” his expression twitched, getting frustrated with the misunderstanding. “Not muscles. I mean… you don’t have someone like Muu. You don’t need someone next to you all the time. But you still talk with everyone… and it looks easy. All the time. You always know what to say, and what to do. You never look scared. You never cry.”

Kotoko’s smile softened. She wasn’t the prideful type, but his words gave her a wave of accomplishment. She certainly was scared. She did cry. But she wasn’t about to show a single crack in her resolve in front of anyone here. Haruka had given her the greatest of compliments by confirming her success.

“Ah, you mean strength of spirit. Well, that doesn’t just appear out of nowhere. It comes with my purpose, with my virtues.”

“Virtues…?”

“I see the injustice around me, and want to protect the innocent. When I see how awful the world can be, when I see the monsters that are hurting those who are weak, I can’t help myself.” She clenched her fist. “The power to do so just comes to me.” 

“Oh…” Haruka looked down at his palms. 

Her heart sank, realizing he didn’t quite understand. It was a shame that not all of humanity could be as righteous as her. That heroic drive had always come so naturally to her; she wasn’t sure she could put it into words to explain to others.

Haruka’s open hands were trembling. “Um. Is there any other way?”

“Hm?”

“All my life… I only cause pain to everyone.” His worry gradually turned to desperation.” I hurt everyone who gets close to me. Especially things that are small and weak. My whole life, I’ve been nothing but a… a curse. So… is there another way? Please. I want to be better. I want to be strong! I want to be like you! Tell me!”

He stepped forward, pleading. Kotoko stepped back. 

His blue eyes widened at her sudden shift into defense. “Ah! I. I’m sorry. I’m-I’m sorry. It’s your birthday. You should be… Have a g-good day.”

“Wait.” Kotoko stopped him before he could flee. She was aware of the massive gap between them, the vastly different backgrounds they came from. Still, she offered the same advice that had helped her in her toughest of days. 

“Don’t worry so much about others’ strength. The quickest way to burn yourself out is getting overwhelmed with the power that’s all around you. Once you start putting all your focus toward honing your own skills and strengths, you’ll realize how much you’re truly capable of. You don’t need anyone else. You’ll realize that you are enough.”

“I… am enough…?”

She placed a hand firmly on his shoulder. 

“So, no need to get all worked up now, okay?” 

“O-okay. I’ll do my best.” He stiffened, trying to appear worthy of her words.

She let out a bitter laugh. “I told the others not to do anything for my birthday, but I don’t think they paid me any mind.” Kotoko still couldn’t fathom how they were so friendly with each other given the situation. “Let’s go see if there’s some cake or something.”