#anyway now that im done rambling

[bloopf1sh]

im not doing well in the head so if im not posting much or doing much of anything thats why

like legit not doing well (heyy how you doin suicidal thoughts be a dear and shut up)

and i can't even see my therapist abt it cause i was seeing her for dysphoria not... *gestures at myself* THIS

um anyway ciao

also @r0tt3n-gvtz if i stop being active on disc this is why lolz

[8dayrain]

emu and nene precure 🎀✨

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Chat have we discussed drunk chess with cherik cause i just think. That would be the darnedest silliest thing they could do

[honkowo]

WHEEEEEE ETHNICITIES POST PART 1!!!!!!! COS I GOT NO CLUE HOW 2 GO ABOUT CULTURES N SHIT!!!!! LOL!!

OK SO ive FINALLY finished the 5 main colour variations (& overall morphology) for angels!!! posting these separate from the culture post cos i still have fuckall idea for that(plus theres already a fair few images in this post if i tried combining the 2 i would have..... a long ass post lol) ANYWAY:

SALT DESERT: least populous of the 5. theyre essentially tundra angels but w thicker skin & MUCH paler. built to handle extreme temperature variation as well as VERY STRONG air currents & high altitudes. body type is typically tall & skinny, with long wings & sail. theyre 3rd best in terms of long-distance flight.

TUNDRA: most populous of the 5. theyre the goldilocks in terms of preffered climate, in that they stick to the tundras & savannas of homeworld(not too hot/cold, average wind speed, etc). body types vary, but theyre usually on the leaner side for aerodynamics, with long wings & sail. 2nd best at long-distance flight.

CENTRAL CLIFFS: 2nd most populous of the 5 & are built to survive the warmer temperatures of the equator throughout the year. body types are typically on the heavier side to help with burrowing & to accommodate for the much higher likelihood of getting domed by flying debris, as well as broad-but-short wings & sail. theyre 2nd worst at long-distance flight, as theyre more suited for climbing & gliding than powered flight.

NORTH/SOUTH COAST: 3rd most populous of the 5. coastal angels are the largest of the angel types, and are built to survive & navigate the seas & frozen coastlines of homeworld with ease. theyre the best at long-distance flight, as they often take regular journeys from the north to the south to ferry resources between both the coastal spheres as well as other spheres that might be up to trade. body types are usually TALL & WELL BUILT, with a long sail & wings.

TROPICS: 2nd least populous of the 5 as well as the shortest. theyre an offshoot of coastal angels who preffered to burrow amongst the more varied plantlife of angel homeworld. theyre the worst at flying, often only able to glide & fly in short bursts(similar to earth chickens) as theyre almost entirely suited to burrowing. the average body type for tropic angels is short & stocky, with short wings.

like usual, gif stills r under the readmore :)

angles:

map:

(was gonna send the stills but i hit the image limit LOL so youll have 2 have the merged map sorry)

[13eyond13]

love it when a character that's hard to read intuitively for you has like a dedicated fandom interpreter who can just glance at their blank face in a panel and then give you a 3k word essay on their innermost thoughts & desires & fears and neatly tie it back into the themes & whatnot as if it's the most obvious thing in the world

[caluupin]

a doodle that I did a bit ago

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

feeling really down rn cause i dont handle fights well in media (because i have to deal with those too often irl) so heres some happy/domestic thoughts i have about house and wilson:

first of all, from what we see of house in relationships/when hes openly (or privately) in love with someone, hes caring. hes protective, hes caring, and well, hes gentle. i'd like to think if he and wilson actually did get together, he would be like that with him. not in public, but in private where no one could pin him as a sap- he would be compassionate, and kind. its a big stretch to think he would act like that in front of other people. he has a reputation to maintain, dammit! but i think when they're alone, he would make sure wilson knows he loves him.

and thats not to say he would drop the bitchyness. he would still be a pain in the ass. thats just house! but i think he would have more genuine moments through the sarcasm. and if wilson needed him to be serious, he would be. because the main thing keeping house from being sincere with wilson is the fear of vulnerability. if house and wilson were together, then he would have had to already break down that wall, just like he did for stacy.

i also think he would have a lot of guilt. a lot of guilt for the years of mistakes he made simply because he couldnt open up. he still doesnt open up to people, but now that hes opened up to wilson, it feels like all those years he spent building his carefree, sarcastic persona, were wasted.

wilson would be the same as ever. selfless, sappy, unafraid of showing affection. but he wouldnt always give in. amber taught him to take care of himself, and i really think if house passed that stage of repression with wilson, he would be doing the same thing. i think there would obviously be moments where house exploits the fact that wilson is a pushover, but it wouldnt come as often. because once house crossed that line into the vulnerable area, he knew if he fucked up and went too far it would ruin everything.

i love their canon dynamic when living together. house loves wilson's cooking, we already know that. we ALSO know house loves bragging about wilson's cooking. i think house would use their changed relationship status as a way to piss off his fellows even more than usual. he wouldnt be genuine at work. he wouldnt show real vulnerability or softness. but he WOULD play up the cheesy gross pda, and disgusting pet names, and ridiculous sex jokes just because he knows it drives people nuts.

it would just be another layer of insincerity imo. he wouldnt actually flirt with wilson at work, or kiss him and say something sappy. what he would do is say the most annoying, toothrottingly ridiculous things just to get a reaction out of him, and everyone around them. it wouldnt be real, it would be sarcastic. but it would be so fucking annoying.

wilson is a pda person. i do think hes probably very repressed, so that part of him might be a bit hidden. i think he would be really annoyed by house's shenanigans because they embarrass him, but also because he wishes he had the confidence to actually be cheesy and open and affectionate like house pretends to be. He was always a pda person with his wives and partners. he wishes he could be like that with house but is honestly not ready for that yet, and he doesnt know if he ever will be. (it takes maybe a year. then hes fine with full on making out with him in the hallway lmao. he just needed time to adjust)

the first few days no one even knows. because they act exactly the same as they always do. house only starts with the stupid jokes once it's let slip somehow, either through a leaked email, an overhead conversation, or a suspicion from cuddy. he wasnt about to say anything on his own, but in order to make sure no one would DARE mistake him as CARING, he now has to make a joke out of it and be as annoying as possible. never let them see the real you.

those moments when wilson does get to see an unfiltered house, are the world to him. they always were, even before they were together. when house is genuine, its like seeing a rainbow. cherish it while you can. it wont last long, and its not something you can fully do justice to when describing it to someone else. those moments, to wilson, are the reason he keeps going. he's always had a positive outlook on life, but seeing someone like house able to smile, and show real compassion, gives him hope.

[perilegs]

my sweet little baby man is no longer with us

[steinwayandhissons]

lately ive been obsessed with the fact that when alex sings on stage, he can never keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds at a time, and even then they’re half-lidded

[blindmagdalena]

Question: Homelander response to an overprotective gf? Like she has no powers but she would still stand between him and anyone. Butcher, Soldier Boy she don't care get the fuck away from her man?

she's probably going to give him an aneurism.

Homelander taking you by the shoulders in pure frustration and gritting out through his teeth, "You can't protect me! You can't! Do you understand what any one of those fuckers could do to you?" Whether to emphasize his point or just out of sheer desperation, he's squeezing harder and harder. "Homelander-"

"They're not the good guys! I am! I'm the only one who gives a fuck about what happens to you. If they believed it would so much as inconvenience me, they would kill you. It would be easy. Do you understand?" "I-" He cuts you off with a sharp little shake. "Tell me you understand!"

"I understand!" You snap right back, matching both his tone and volume. It's enough to bring him back to reality, the boom of your voice shocking him. His grip on you instantly loosens, but he doesn't let go.

"I know that! Do you think I'm an idiot?" You ask, as frustrated as he is. "You think it's any easier for me? You're the one they're obsessed with killing! I don't care how indestructible you are. It scares me to death!"

The air between you feels thin, the silence loud. You're breathing heavily, he's watching you, his expression pulled six different ways. He wants to be angry still, to be carried by that conviction, but the wind is gone from his sails.

"I need you to be safe," Homelander says quietly. There's a woundedness in his voice that guts you, stealing away your own righteous flare of anger.

Your shoulders sag. "Me too." Tentatively, he pulls you in. You don't resist; quite the opposite. You wrap your arms around him and sink bodily against him, closing your eyes with a deep sigh. His grip on you is firm, but gentle. Your shoulders are already sore from where he'd gripped you. His touches are overly ginger now, slow sweeps of his hands. "Just..." You squeeze him, and in that alone, you feel the weakness of your arms. Holding him close, keeping him safe, feels like trying to envelop a star, or contain the ocean in your hands. A Sisyphean task. "Please don't go where I can't follow." "Okay," he says, voice soft. You think he's still reeling from the way you raised your voice. He kisses the top of your head. By the way he holds you, you know neither of you will be apart any time soon. Perhaps he finally understands how serious you really are.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hear me out guys james mcavoys charles in the krakoa charles fit…

the ideal timeline is where instead of getting dark phoenix we waited like two years and got a krakoa movie and then i get escorted out of the movie theater for being Not Normal about bald mcavoy in the black suit and fuck-off chrome-dome helmet

[butterflieswhisper]

looping echidna beastlife gif from trying to figure out toonboom

[gusbuses]

Pretty...

[pup-pee]

ur bartkon art legendary

TYSMM!!!!! IM GLAD U LIKE ITT!!!!! <33

heres a silly sketch i prolly wont color :3

[the-sunbee]

What is family?

For a long long time, Rae only knew his family a mother who was trapped in a land he never knew of. He found his purpose in trying to find and free her. She was his family through blood. He cared for her.

Then came along two little lab assistants who cared. They brought him food, made him take breaks and listened to him when he needed to be heard. They became his family through choice. He loved them.

Through horrid pain he found out that a woman, a goddess, who had tortured his friends and used them as tools, was his second mother. She was his family through blood. He loathed her.

He came to learn that he had a sibling somewhere, wandering the world. He found hope in that knowledge; hope that one day he could find his blood family. He held out hope.

And then he found them. Through the God of Creation, he found his brother. They ran into each others open and waiting arms, thanking the world that they finally found each other. They were his blood family. He loved them.

His brother also had a father - their family was split into two; one with the God of Creation and their mother; and one with the Goddess of the Mind and their mother. He chose the first one, hoping that they would choose him in return.

For a time, they seemed to.

His purpose shifted, wanting to free the man who claimed to be his father - not by blood, mind you, but by choice. He worked day and night, barely sleeping, through his own sickness and declining health, to find a away to free him. To free a man who claimed to be his father.

He had almost died to a sickness and a vengeful goddess to free the god, and yet when the plan had failed, the God had retaliated with a reset.

Eventually though, through hurting an another family, he saved the man who claimed to be his father. He reunited father and child in hopes that he would be chosen.

And yet, when things went wrong, when he had a moment of panic and hurt his brother once, he was cast out. He was chased out of the family who had claimed they chose him.

Instead, an another person rose. He found a connection with the Goddess of the Mind, his mother. At first, he loathed it.

But over time, as she learned to be more like a parent to him, his brother and supposed father's presence faded from his side.

And then he died. He died, giving his powers to a man who called him a bastard. He was brought back to life with his mother's final choice. She had chosen to love him, and in turn, he loved her.

But he lost her.

Instead he was left in a world with a man, who's words were so foul and wrong, who twisted every promise and good thing into a nightmare. Such a horrid nightmare that his mind shattered.

His family was the one who helped him. The nephews who, throughout the years, still chose him as a family every single day; the friends he cared and loved as did they; and his partners, who he found home within, all came to his rescue.

His brother and supposed father were nowhere near.

When he returned, when his mind pieced itself back together and he had more answers about their mother, his brother turned him away and called him a liar.

And instead his brother turned into a nightmare, molded by the God of Creation.

But he kept trying, kept finding ways to show his brother that he was still there. That he cared. That he loved them.

That all broke when his brother took a step too far. When his brother killed one of his nephews.

Icarus had fallen far before, but this was the final strike.