#anyway this is very unserious

[alien-from-planet-zog]

behold….the Autism Alignment

[ratwithhands]

Read Right to Left (Manga Format)

I have returned to watching demon slayer after a year and it came up while I was having a serious late night talk with my big sister. I was talking about the relationship between Michikatsu/Kokushibo and Yoriichi and it turns out we both see each other in Yoriichi's shoes and ourselves in Michikatsu's place. Definitely surprising, but really relieving to know that we both worry too much and we are not so far apart in skill as we believe.

This is technically the first piece of fanart I've ever made for the characters in Demon Slayer, I have made OCs before but I never drew an actual character from the story. For context this is mostly just a fun "what if" scenario with them meeting in the afterlife. I like to think Yoriichi's love would reawaken Michikatsu's humanity.

[thenewgothicromance]

Obsessed with the way the passenger (2023) juxtaposes the incredibly serious with the comically absurd. And they exist simultaneously, never contradicting each other. I love how it manifests in the visual language of the movie, and is also at the core of the story! I think it's so important to the ethos of the movie that the genesis of Randy's life-altering trauma is sort of ridiculous. It being ridiculous does not change the emotional impact of it on Randy, and it's still treated with tenderness and gravity.

The sharpness of the juxtaposition feels sort of surreal or jarring at certain moments, but I think it's actually part of what makes the movie hit a real, emotional nerve. The thing that's been haunting you for years does not always seem so obvious out of context. Or sometimes the thing haunting you IS so obviously unspeakably bad that it's going to kill you, and the only way you can talk about it is to say something as trivial as, "I wanted to be a giraffe when I grew up."

A fuzzy yellow sweater and childhood sexual abuse. A lifetime of denying yourself agency or personhood, and a woman with a color-coordinated eyepatch for every outfit. A brutal workplace shooting and bedazzled stuffed animals.

Which speaking of, it's also why, in my opinion, the epilogue does work. It reverses the dynamic from serious with a side of comical to comical with a side of serious. Our focus is on the eraser game, the sillier part of Randy's traumatic story, while the lasting impact of violence lurks quietly in the background (Randy's still physically injured, he's still got the jacket). And then the last shot of the stuffed animals is the *chefs kiss* on top of the whole thing!

[namchyoon]

me when i'm asked to do anything

[averlym]

"We are pleased to inform you that you have been awarded the Phaethon Prize...."

[veggiecorner]

Demise, cursing Link and Zelda: You will be reincarnated with my hatred. Your life will be full of tragedy, pain, and war.

Zelda, twirling her hair: wait wait can you add that we date each time we're reincarnated

Demise:

Zelda: and that Link reincarnates as a pretty boy each time? Please?

[sunshinechay]

The more I lurk around Only Friends…the more convinced I get that TopMew are a gay version of that het couple everyone knows that complain about each other constantly but never break up.

Their friends: why are you even together?

TopMew: I love him

Friends: but bro do you even like him? Like as a person?

[tennessoui]

exploiting the body politic au -

“Oh,” Aayla says, and Anakin looks up from his phone. Aayla’s looking at her own phone, collapsed on her back on the couch. “Why’d you try glasses when you could have just passed these around to the bored suburban moms?”

“What?” Anakin says and leans over. He gets a deft kick to the ribs for his troubles, but then Aayla passes over her phone and—and all she’s been doing is scrolling through some male model’s recent press or something because all the pictures are of the same guy in various outfits, looking various levels of handsome while doing normal people things like picking up groceries or getting out of his car or leaving a coffee shop. “Probably cause these have nothing to do with Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he says, handing the phone back to her. “Are you trying to say you think I should grow a beard? Cause I’ve been thinking mayb—”

“Stop,” Aayla interrupts, holding up a hand. “First of all, I would never tell you to grow a beard. No one is ever going to tell you that. Second of all, that is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“No it’s not,” Anakin says automatically. “Kenobi is like, old.”

Well, he’s thirty-five, Anakin knows that. And thirty-five isn’t old, but it’s also certainly not devastatingly attractive. 

“Give me that back,” he demands, extending his hand and grabbing at Aayla’s phone. He clicks on one of the photos on the screen at random, a shot of the bearded man carrying a paperbag full of groceries. It’s at least a few months old, because there’s a bouquet of spring flowers in the picture, balanced on top of the bag. The man’s hair looks reddish brown in the sun; his beard’s all neat and orderly and he’s wearing a light jacket over a loose shirt and slacks. Anakin was right the first time around—he’s very attractive in a way that screams look at me. 

He supposes that’s something politicians could probably have in common with models, but the man in the photo is looking far too windswept and…and casual to be a politician.

But then he looks past the photo, down at its title and it says City Councilman Kenobi on Cars, Community, and Cooking in Coruscant.

It must have been a slow news day.

“Huh,” Anakin says, swiping across the phone’s screen to pull up the next picture. It’s part of the same article from the Coruscant Star, except this time, Kenobi is looking at the camera with one eyebrow raised, expression carefully crafted to look both infinitely patient and two seconds away from snapping. It must have been taken on a different day altogether because the man is dressed in a reasonably nice looking outfit, though his tie is all loose around his neck. He’s standing in his office, maybe, or a prop office more likely, leaning a bit over a very heavy and fancy looking desk, balanced on one of his forearms which is all freckly and exposed because he’s rolled up his sleeves.

“Is this what the city council is using our tax dollars for?” Anakin asks, scandalized. “Soft-core porn shoots?”

“What?” Aayla says, demonstrating a freakish level of flexibility by leaning over to look at her phone screen without removing her feet from his lap. “It’s just a photo.”

Anakin splutters. “I may have pledged my undying loyalty to my hot TA, but even I cannot admit that that is not just a photo.”

“Whatever,” Aayla says, flopping back onto her back. “Don’t screenshot it and send it to yourself to beat off to later, that’s gross.”

“You’re gross,” Anakin replies, but he tosses her phone back at her. He wasn’t going to screenshot anything. “That’s our city councilman.”

“He’s your city councilman,” Aayla corrects lazily. “I’ve decided I was going to vote for his opponent.”

All politics is, Anakin decides, is one betrayal after another. 

[temeyes]

[OC] new cod oc drop!! meet Aria!! she's ghostsoap's gf that they found in the middle of nowhere

[crybaby-bkg]

omg I saw this post of a glass shower with the curtains on the outside and and anddddd

Going on vacation with Bakugou, something that was well needed. You saw the shower when you first entered the room the night before, and laughed about the possibilities you two could have with it. But you were tired from the long flight and late night, and crashed before you could put the shower to good use.

But, as you wake up to the sound of running water, your interests are instantly piqued. You roll over in the fluffy bed, blinking a few times to adjust your sight before you eyes widen in surprise. Bakugou is in the shower, the curtains pulled back, as he stands there under the water as naked as the day he was born. His back is to you and he’s lathering shampoo in his hair, head thrown back as you watch him rinse the suds out.

Your eyes travel down his figure, at how strong his back muscles are from this angle, at the slim trim of his waist, his back dimples, the bubble curve of his ass. You find it in yourself to say something when he turns around with his eyes closed.

“Thanks for the early morning show, handsome.” Your voice is still raspy with sleep, and it makes Bakugou’s eyes snap open. He smirks at you though, and continues lathering himself up, his body this time, and makes a show of it.

“It doesn’t have to only be a show if you joined me.” He tells you, running soapy hands across his chest and toned stomach. But you hum under your breath and sit up with your jaw propped up in your palm. You eye how his cock jumps between his thighs when your gaze lingers on it for a second too long.

“Nah, think I prefer the show.” You grin. “And add more suds. I want you dripping.” You command him, snapping your fingers at him to watch him chuckle under his breath. He grabs his soap and squirts a shit ton of it in his palms, smiling at you all the while.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

[riacte]

so hey guys i finished dungeon meshi yesterday and i'm still thinking about it

[batwynn]

Quoth the raven: my field of fucks is barren.

[thegirlsarethriving]

just finished undertale. ok i see the vision. i now understand yall's Sans-to-Benrey obsession pipeline. and the Papyrus-to-Tommy Coolatta pipeline

[a-rainbow-girl-detective]

You know, there’s a surprising number of Batfam ice sports AUs for both hockey and figure skating, but as someone who has worked at an ice rink despite not being able to skate don’t @ me, I do consider it a shame that I have yet to see one which features what I think are arguably the two most important aspects of any such AU:

The Al Ghuls as Zamboni drivers, who are masters of The Pit™ (where the snow gets dumped after ice cuts)

Jason being cranky because he fell in The Pit™

(Cass has also fallen into The Pit™, of course, but nobody ever remembers, because she was normal about it.)

[fooltofancy]

＼(ﾟｰﾟ＼)

[m1ckeyb3rry]

you know what current ness reminds me of…ash ketchum’s charmander in season one of indigo league when his previous trainer tells him to wait on the rock and then leaves (because he meant to abandon it) and it starts raining and the charmander is abt to die because his tail flame is going to go out but he just sits there on the rock anyways. waiting for his old trainer. who never comes back.