#and this is what i got lol

[fangaminghell]

Philomena being op in a sense that wouldn't exactly be canon but also kinda would be. She kinda scares the twins a little.

( sorry in advance if I don't have the twins sound like, well, themselves. I'm not used to writing them at all lol).

" Philomena."

Philomena turned her head around to be greeted with not only Aurora, but Shiv as well. She smiles, turning around to face them fully. She doesn't flinch at the clear hostility of the black haired siblings, more so she's in her own head space, her own vibe. She lazily waves at the pair of siblings, as if they were an old friend.

" Heeeeey~" she hums, taking note of Aurora's hand hovering over her waist, where her PokeBalls were, " Long time no see! How's it been~ Keepin' happy and healthy, yeah?"

Aurora looks agitated immediately, but Shiv steps in front of her, now handling the conversation.

" Enough with that act of yours, that won't get you out of this," he hisses, but it doesn't bother Mena in the slightest. She tilts her head to the side, still smiling.

" Hm? I'm not exactly sure what you mean by that, but if we're here to talk, then let's talk!" She says cheerily. Aurora looks as if she's about to say something, but Shiv doesn't let her, holding an arm out before she could say or do anything. Aurora looks away in a huff, glaring to the side. Philomena is, again, unfazed by this. In fact it's quite amusing. She has to restrain herself from giggling.

" You've been tagging along with Asra, right? Ever since they slipped from Darkrai, you made it a point to stay by their side more often than you usually do," Shiv's gaze turns cold, " Which means you started to protect them, right?"

Philomena still smiles, shrugging at the twins. But it doesn't take a genius to recognize her demeanor has....changed. No longer did the area around feel at ease, as frustrating as that already was, rather it became a bit more....intense. Uneasy. But she still smiled as if she got a care in the world.

"Hey," she starts, her voice going lower than her usual pitch. It's laced with a certain sense of danger that makes Shiv skin crawl, "I'm not going to listen to you if you're gonna speak in riddles,"

She brings one of her hands to an ear.

" So speak it straight in a sentence or don't speak at all,"

That wasn't an ask. That was a demand. She was still smiling.

Shiv wasn't fast enough to stop his sister from marching up to Philomena with her mightyena, her eyes burning with anger. She gets up right in Philomena's face, glaring daggers at her.

" You want us to give it to you straight? Fine-"

"Aurora-"

" No, Shiv! " She quickly turns to her brother, ' We are not doing this. We are not playing by her fucking game,"

She turns back to Philomena, who merely stares back.

" We want you out. Away from Asra, away from this whole region. Now,"

"Oooooooh," Philomena says, her eyes being shadowed by the glint of her glasses. She giggles a bit before inches closer to Aurora, her smiling falling.

" And if I don't?"

Aurora, to her credit, stands her ground as Philomena says this, her voice challenging Aurora's word. The intensity of the situation just got worse, but it wasn't just from her or Shiv. Philomena stares down at Aurora with a superiority that quite frankly pisses Aurora off. So she smirks.

" We know about Cresselia. That she's weak, meaning you're weak too," she tilts her head to the side, bringing a hand to her cheek, " You don't have the means to protect yourself against Darkrai. Against us,"

Her mightyena growls, but Philomena doesn't flinch. In fact she smiles once again, that carefree energy coming back to her as she laughs.

" Well if you want a fight..."

A bright light appears, surrounding Philomena's shape. A sudden burst of energy emits from her forcing both Aurora and her mightyena to move back. This energy is powerful, overwhelming, far exceeding what both siblings thought Philomena could possess. Fear runs through the both of them. They were not expecting this-!

Philomena opens her arms out, as if opening for her hug. She smiles graciously at them as the energy around her suffocates the twins.

" I'll give you a heads start, yeah?"

[eggwishing]

I ONCE TRIED TO WASH THAT SCUFFED OLD THING WHILE HE WAS TAKING ONE OF HIS NAPS, BUT WHEN I TOOK IT OFF HE WAS WEARING ANOTHER IDENTICAL ONE UNDERNEATH! AND ANOTHER! I GOT THROUGH TEN MORE LAYERS OF THE SAME THING BEFORE HE WOKE UP. I WAS SO FRUSTRATED! WHERE DID HE EVEN GET THOSE FROM? THEY ALL EVEN HAD THE SAME STAINS!!

[faggotisaacfloofs]

the person who helped today when I fell out of my wheelchair actually did a really great job, so I want to share in case other people wonder what to do. [Note: this is not universal, this is merely a suggestion from one person, every wheelchair user's needs are different! I am a person who uses a manual chair usually pushed by someone else who is also disabled.]

Scenario: you see someone in a wheelchair fall out of their chair, and you have the ability to help.

1. Approach and ask "are you okay?"*

2. Next question if they say no, are vague, or open to continuing conversation** is, "is there anything I can do to help?" Or "what can I do?"

If they say no to help, then that's the end, just leave and go do whatever you were doing!

If they ask for help or say they are mildly injured, ask "what would you like me to do?" And wait for an answer before doing anything! If they seem dazed or confused, they might have hit their head or had another medical event*, or they might just be like that due to regular disability. Be patient.

Do not touch the person unless they say to, or they are like, unconcious in the middle of the road, ya know?? Wheelchair users usually have conditions that mean being handled improperly can severely injure us, you could cause much more damage than the fall.

Some things they might need you to do:

Bring their wheelchair closer (mine went about 5 feet away after it dumped me)

engage the brakes of the wheelchair

hold wheelchair steady if it's an unsteady surface (mud, hill, ramp, wet, etc)

offer an arm for them to hold onto to get up (them grabbing you, not you grabbing them) or move another solid item closer for them to use (i.e. a chair) [only do this if you physically have the ability to!]

If the terrain is rough (i.e. a parking lot), they *might* ask you to push their chair to a more stable area once they are back in their chair

nothing

Something else

Do what they ask, NOT what you think would be helpful. If for some reason you have to do something (i.e. you can't stop oncoming traffic and need to get them out) ASAP, tell them what you plan to do

Keep in mind they might also be D/deaf, have a communication disability, be stunned after the fall, have a head injury, not trust other people, etc. Be patient and treat them as a person with autonomy and agency! They might need to just sit on the ground for a few minutes to recover before trying to get back in their chair. They might want everyone to leave them alone. They might ask you to call someone specific. Their chair might have broken and that can be extremely distressing. All of this is like if your legs spontaneously stop working when you're out and about!

A lot of wheelchair users (NOT ALL) have ways to get into their chair on their own once the chair is close enough and brakes engaged (but it's hard from the ground!). Here's what brakes look like on a lot of manual wheelchairs, in case they ask you to lock the brakes. They're levers on each side and pushing the lever pushes a bar against the wheel to hold it still.

ID: A manual wheelchair with the brake levels circled in red and labeled "user brake levers"

*There is also the possibility of course that a person fell out of their chair due to a seizure or other medical event, so that is why it is important to ask if they are okay. If you saw them hit their head, tell them so. If they had a medical event, follow protocol for that, I'm not gonna get into it here (thought I could).

**sometimes a person will be clear after the first question i.e. "I'm all good thanks" clearly means they do not need you to ask another question, you can just leave them alone. Keep walking and don't stare. A lot of the time people will be a bit banged up but be totally fine and able to manage on their own.

TLDR: Ask the wheelchair user if they're okay, then what they need, and then do exactly that, including leaving them alone. Thanks!

[vegetabletaxi]

this is just a bunch of text and barely a comic sorry, but i really wanted to talk about this stuff even if i don't have the energy to properly draw

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[emberglowfox]

i dont think the sages are distinctly aware of everything their avatars are doing, but i imagine some things probably bleed through

[pokeberry5]

practice portraits

[joshuamj]

Hero.

[soranker]

98 lovemail doodles >_<

[alaraxia]

needless to say the vibes were in shambles

[ashoss]

pierced jason: a saga

text under cut bc i feel like my handwriting is messy lol

in the batcave medbay

stephanie: i've only pierced ears before so you can't blame me if i fuck up, jason.

jason: its fine - can't be worse than an exploding building

bruce: jason, remember to take your piercings out before you go on patrol.

jason: fuck you, b! i have a helmet for a reason

bruce: what did i tell you jason?

jason: yeah, yeah. whatever.

arrow pointing to bruce: had the same thing happen to him when he was younger

arrows pointing to jason: had an earring ripped out. angry his dad was right

[hugs-and-stabbies]

The self-awareness on this guy 😞 someone pls send him an "are you bi?" quiz STAT

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[hellspawnmotel]

gravity falls x the night of the hunter (1955)

[ethosiab]

Tango gets stuck in the Misery Spiral Of Debugging™️ so etho and gem rescue him (successfully)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~