#but it makes sooo much sense

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[sualne]

your body isn't your own

[daeyumi]

everyone else thought this too when they first saw the light dragon, right?? not just me?

[dailyloopdeloop]

loop and mirabelle. That's it that's the ask

DAY 84: enrolled in the gossip wars

[anomura]

gale's past and family history is very interesting to explore but deadass what about john he went to an all-male catholic college!!! got no letters from any of his family!! had sisters!!! and never talked about them!! even when gale was opening up about his father john never said anything about his own and isn't that telling?

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

after reading the ending and seeing the meltdown on twitter over the mistranslation before the official chapter it's just kind of annoyed me how people view gojo as some perpetually insecure, self deprecating dude when he was never that.

Ofc geto's defection fucked him over and that loss of a valuable bond was the guiding force behind a lot of choices he made in life but he was always, always fond of jujutsu itself, it's the orthodox structure and lone burden on his shoulders he disliked.

Even nanami clocked him for that in 236. That he enjoyed the thrill of sorcery. I hate satoru's uwufication (and don't get me wrong he's very much my cutie patootie) but to view his complexities as just insecurities is such a narrow view.

It's also why it didn't really surprise me when he "went south" in 236. So many people called his confession in that chapter ooc but in my opinion that raw vulnerability was so intriguing and on brand for him lol. Loving the fight, not being able to hate sukuna, trying to reach him through his skills, admitting the distance he created with others because the gap was just that big, and choosing to stay in the blue spring this time because that period was the most blissful time of his life..it's the first time he chose himself and chose life as Satoru and not just as the strongest.

And to see this same effect happen during the leak mistranslation with so many gojo stans babying him again and it was so..like bro 😭 are we sure we read the same content

THIS . THIS . THIIIIIIIS

anon thank you for putting this into words bc i have been struggling to do the same 💀 but i absolutely agree!!! i also have a big issue with people viewing him as insecure or sad because i truly think gojo was fully comfortable in his own isolation . he’s never pitied himself, and that makes him more tragic, not less. the mistranslation thing in 271 with ’i also have love and dreams’ just made me sigh because that’s just something gojo wouldn’t say 😭…. obviously he has dreams and he has love but he’d never frame that sentence in such a self-pitying way — he’s only telling yuji to carry on his dream if he dies. that’s all.

i can’t explain it super well but to me the greatest tragedy of gojo’s character is that he so rarely gets upset over his own situation — he’s been used and abused in plenty of ways but i don’t think he actually minds, because that’s all he knows. he’s staggeringly mature and resigned and that’s an aspect of his character i think isn’t talked about enough. he even finds joy in his own situation, through fighting and teaching, despite how much weight he has to carry. how overworked he is. ’one must imagine sisyphus happy’ applies really well to gojo, i think…….

and that’s why a lot of fandom takes just . irk me 😭 the truth is that gojo probably wouldn’t mind having his body used after death. and like he himself says in 271 — he doesn’t mind if people forget him. that’s just the kind of guy he is. he’s tragic in the sense that he goes with the flow and accepts the reality of his own existence without wishing for anything different. i think he did have hope that he wouldn’t have to be alone when he was with suguru, but after his defection that hope disappeared. suguru’s importance to satoru is one thing i don’t think anyone can ignore, but i don’t think he turned into some kind of empty shell after he left, either — suguru was simply the end of satoru seeking out meaningful, equal human connection.

…… until sukuna :3c

which!!! for the record!!!!!! i 100% agree with you on. 236 is one of my favorite chapters and i will literally fight the ooc allegations until the day i die bc i don’t think they understand gojo 💀 sorry to say. him finding value in fighting someone like sukuna makes all the sense in the world considering he’s the closest thing satoru has gotten to being on truly equal grounds with someone. and the fact that satoru wanted to teach sukuna about love speaks volumes about his character, how much he detests the isolation of strength. satoru isn’t a saint, but he’s a good guy with very particular motivations. and him finding peace in the bliss of his youth, right after being referred to as ’satoru gojo’ by sukuna …….. must have felt soooo liberating. criticisms about the aftermath of his death aside, i do think this was the happiest ending for someone like gojo.

i will say that nanami’s comment in 236 is often misunderstood as well — he’s specifically talking about teen gojo, not adult gojo. adult gojo fights for plenty of things, not just the thrill — but obviously he still enjoys that even now. i think a lot of people make the mistake of either viewing gojo as some morally corrupt fight loving feral maniac (which is just plain wrong), or viewing him as this sad, sad man who never wanted to fight (which is also plain wrong)…. he’s a deeply tragic character with a lot of kindness in his heart, and even at the very end i don’t think he was truly sad over his own circumstances.

i hope . that was semi-coherent ;;; sorry for just hijacking your ask anon but this was a good opportunity for me to talk about some things that have been bugging me for a while 😭 gojo is a wonderfully written character and i don’t think he was ooc even in 271 (though the talk with yuji felt sloppy to me in execution), i just wish his death had been handled as well as it deserved to be ….

[offorestsongs]

and someone buy me roses and someone burned the church we're hanging out with corpses and driving in this hearse and someone save my soul tonight please save my soul

[cthaehart]

More of the Nun!Gerri and Priest!Mencken AU

[oh-wow-im-still-here]

Im so sorry but I just cannot understand people that read the entirety of scum villain and then say they don't like binghe. He's awful, toxic, overbearing, ect. Like?? Yes, but also no??? Did you not read the book? Or even looked past the unreliable narration?

Like, I get it, you're reading it in the moment and sqq is a super fun and imaginative narrator, he easily traps you in the same mindset that he has. Trapping you in the world of genres, tropes, character archetypes, what makes a story a story. So it's easy to get clouded like sqq and just scratch your head and try to figure out what type of character archtype luo binghe will turn out to be. If he's not the stallion protagonist harem master anymore, than what is he? So you read book 2 and the start of book 3 and you think, "oh! If he's not gonna be the toxic male power fantasy anymore, than he's gonna be the toxic male love interest fantasy you see in BL!"

You know the ones. They're incredibly sexy, incredibly tall, needs an incredibly in depth course on the meaning of consent and boundaries, and the narrative never punishes them for doing weird and out of line shit, but actively romanticize it. Which fits binghe in some respects, but not all of them, same as the stallion protag box. So I can understand you and sqq's apprehension throughout the story. Waiting for the hat to drop already. Is binghe a cute wholesome wife or a possessive bloodthirsty demon lord?

But then you and shen qingqiu are supposed to learn the lesson near the end that binghe is a person!! With thoughts and feelings and grievances he wants addressed!!! That ultimately he is in the exact middle of the harem master protag to toxic yaoi male lead scale, but also not on the scale at all!!!

Because, ultimately, he is just a guy that desperately wants to be loved! To be wanted! That's it! And shen qingqiu realizes this and takes this complicated emotional wreck of a man and promises him that love and companionship. Shedding the notions of following some sort of thought out narrative and live out their happy ending. Because scum villain's story does end up happy. Messy, but happy. Shen Qingqiu is not suffering. He does not regret choosing Luo Binghe. They are both happy and in love and they both deserve each other. So like, what more do you want?

[flowercrowngods]

It’s obnoxious, the way Munson sits on the table, legs swinging a little too fast, a little too much purpose behind the motion. Steve zeroes in on it, the movement of his thighs, black denim pulled tight in one second, then going loose the next. It’s hypnotising. Mesmerising. Calming, in a weird sort of way.

“So,” Eddie drawls the word, again with too much purpose, and all this sudden purpose Eddie spills around him so carelessly like he expects Steve to know what to do with it, with him, with himself, is overwhelming and frustrating. It takes him out of his hypnosis. His eyes snap to Munson’s, and he’s reeling a little too much still to know what it is Eddie will find on his face now.

Whatever it is, it makes him still. He quiets down. Everything about him is gone so suddenly it makes Steve blink hard, trying to regain his footing and not think about how gone Eddie really is. A while from now. In a different dimension. Bloodied and pale and so, so still.

The world fades a little bit, or maybe it’s just Steve who does, but something fades. It gets a little easier to hear, so long as he doesn’t have to be or feel or react.

Maybe this was a mistake.

“You don’t usually buy from me,” Eddie says through the cotton-like fog, and Steve zeroes in again. “You don’t usually buy, period.”

It’s like the guy is trying to read Steve. He lets him. He’s sort of dying to find out something real about him anyway.

“But that changed, hasn’t it? Breaking up with Wheeler got you bad, eh?”

Steve feels the frown on his face before he can think to react, and he shakes his head — against the accusation and against the images in his head, against the guilt, against the knowledge that Nancy is dead and he isn’t, and that she died a hero and that he wouldn’t. Ever. He’ll just die a coward.

“No? Alright, big guy, whatever you say, but don’t think I don’t remember finding you the other day cracked outta your mind so hard you couldn’t even walk anymore, and when I came back because I’m nice like that, you were gone. That’s not being sober, that’s not very never doing drugs of you if you ask me.”

For a second there, Steve had forgotten just how much he really doesn’t like Eddie Munson. The guy’s a nuisance and just really, really annoying.

But this is also the longest anyone has spoken to Steve since— since before. And there’s something addictive about it.

Maybe he doesn’t need the drugs. Maybe he just needs someone to talk to him like he’s a real person.

But Eddie’s still staring at him, still trying to figure him out, and Steve knows he should move, he should fidget, probably, or run his hand through his hair and lose the haze that veils his eyes and crack a smirk at Eddie and just. Do anything that a real person would do.

But he can’t. He can only stand, only stare, only catch a thought or two as they race by him at record speed and hope desperately that the thought isn’t Eddie, his pale skin ripping open with lethal wounds, his voice gurgling as he chokes on his own blood and doesn’t even have the strength to cough anymore.

His hands are shaking. That’s something real at least.

“Hey, woah, shit, there’s no need to— God, man, it’s cool, we’re cool, I won’t tell anyone or some shit, you gotta— Harrington, you gotta calm down.”

Eddie’s off the table in record speed, bringing some distance between them but still looking like he wants to approach Steve with raised hands.

“I’m calm,” he says, not understanding.

“You’re having a fuck-damn panic attack or something, man.”

What? No, he doesn’t— Oh.

“Oh.”

He’s on the floor, and his cheeks are wet. He can’t breathe. His brain doesn’t even catch up, his body

“Yeah, fucking oh, man. It’s cool, you’re, uh, you’re safe? I mean. I’m safe? I won’t tell. I’ll give you what you need if this is your withdrawal, I don’t wanna— Shit, man, what the fuck.”

Eddie is freaking out. It’s surreal. Steve has no idea if he’s still panicking. He must be, because he can’t feel his hands. He’s getting dizzy and his chest hurts. It’s okay. It’ll pass.

“It’s okay,” he says, knowing somehow that his voice shouldn’t sound like this. He’s not a real person anyway. “You can go if you wanna.”

Eddie shakes his head, bewildered, absolute disbelief in every one of his features, so loud even in his silence, and Steve prefers this. The obnoxious loudness. Even when he says nothing.

“What the fuck, Harrington.”

It’s all he says before approaching him, sitting down right opposite Steve, knees drawn to his chest in a mirror position, their feet’s almost touching. Eddie looks scared. Or worried.

Steve frowns. There’s no air in his lungs to ask, though, and he remembers that he needs to breathe. Feels that his lungs are screaming for it and that somewhere beneath the fog and the cotton, his brain is screaming at him, his body clawing at its confines to break free and breathe.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Eddie decides, looking at him so intensely, Steve feels somehow invited to look back. To look as long as he can, before he sort of stops processing anything again and tries not to remember how Eddie looks when he knows he’s about to die.

Those terrified eyes trained on him. They have seen nothing yet.

Eddie starts talking at some point — running his mouth, really, but Steve can’t hear him. It’s nice, though. He finds himself staring up at the darkening sky at some point, his head nestled on cold, wet leaves and damp soil. Eddie’s still talking, still looking at him. Steve tries not to panic that he lost it again, that the day has somehow passed without him.

He looks over, meeting Eddie’s eyes, and catching something that looks like a relieved smile as he stumbles over his words and then stops altogether.

“Hey,” is what he settles on at last.

Steve smiles, a frail little thing, but Eddie doesn’t need to know that.

“Thank you,” he says. And then, because he’s speaking and there’s no fog this time and no blood and no screams, he keeps talking. “For this. And, uh, for that night, y’know, where you wanted to help me. You did, actually, I was just… I never thanked you. So, yeah. Thanks.”

Eddie shrugs, and it’s a little awkward with the angle he’s looking at Steve at. “I didn’t really do shit.”

“You did more than you know,” Steve says, and that’s when the blood comes back. The screams. The fog and the emptiness and the hollow feeling in his chest where he knows there once resided the feeling of It’s going to be okay.

Eddie pauses, and Steve fades. He asks something, but Steve can’t hear him. He gets up, knowing that if he won’t, he’ll stay here all night. Turn into a tree again. Be nothing at all.

He walks away, leaving Eddie behind, and in the parking lot he finds Hopper’s car, the engine running, and then his cheeks are wet again.

Hopper pulls him into a hug, and Steve leans into it. Wants to tell him that he’s fine, that he’s not a tree, that he’s not a person either but something in between but that he’s okay and sorry for worrying him. But the words don’t come, and it is what it is.

“Munson okay?” Hopper asks when Steve pulls away from their embrace, and something about Hopper knowing exactly what to ask him is so vulnerable. But it makes him feel good, too. Like he’s not dumb for it. For the way he’s checking up on them. On all of them. Even Eddie.

“He’s fine.”

“Good,” Hop says, starting the engine. “There’s pasta for dinner.”

[depvotee]

NO BUT LIKE I DO HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABT HOW REDMANES BUT MOSTLY FREYJA AND HOW SHE SEES RADAHN OR HOW WE PERCIEVED HIM IN GENERAL, LIKE, JERREN WAS CLOSE TO HIM, TO THE POINT WHERE JERREN KNEW EXACTLY HOW HE WISHED TO DIE BUT EVEN THEN WE DON'T GET 100% IF THAT IS TRUE BUT THEN WE HAVE FREYJA THAT INSTEAD OF FINDING THAT HER GENERAL MIGHT BE CHARMED BY MIQUELLA, SHE DOESN'T FIND THAT TO BE APPALING NEWS AS ANSBACH DID BUT SHE LOOKS IT AS A WAY TO FURTHER PUSH WAR SOMETHING SHE INTERPRETS WAS RADAHN MERE AND ONLY GOAL. THE PROBLEM LAYS THEN IN THE FACT THAT WE NEVER KNOW EXACTLY *WHAT* RADAHN WANTS, HE JUST CAN INTERPRET AND TAKE GUESSES, BUT HE'S THE ONLY DEMIGOD BOSS THAT DOESN'T HAVE ANY LINES.

FREYJA INTERPRETATION OF RADAHN'S GOAL WAS JUST WAR FOR WAR’S SAKE, THERE'S NO FURTHER THOUGHT OR REASON JUST WAR FOR GLORY.

BUT THEN WE HAVE JERREN AND OTHER ACCOUNTS THAT SHOW THAT RADAHN DID HAVE A REASON FOR WAR, HE WAS KIND, HE TOOK AND RESPECTED PEOPLE THAT WEREN'T DEEMED ACCEPTABLE TO THE GOLDEN ORDER HE GAVE THEM RESPECT.

[fiiiiin]

You think Christopher Nolan deliberately wrote in “Arthur keeps telling me it can’t be done” to imply that Cobb is knowingly tempting Eames with Arthur’s presence/their rivalry? Canon romantic history or not I do think Nolan wanted to establish that Eames is enticed by a challenge and Arthur’s contrarianism is the perfect fuel to get him going. Doesn’t even matter the nature of their relationship I just love that care and time was obviously taken into crafting such a subtle dynamic between two characters who barely even show up together.

[ryuubff]

lesson 14 omnb spoilers (press read more to continue reading)

first of all. YAYYYY AFTER HOW MANY COMICS OF SLOW BURN AND DENIAL SOL FINALLY SAID I LOVE YOU AND THEY FINALLY KISSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (party poppers going off) (cheering) (screaming)

second. i made sol cry alot in this comic OJGAWOJGIFDH SORRY WELL i like to see my man be emotioanlly vunerable espeically after the lore drop teehee idek if the comic actually makes any sense now that i think about i t.

ANYWAY. i feel as though its impiled that solomon's friend dies/something horrible happens to them that causes sol to makle that promise to them and start having that ambition to protect humanity ... and so rather than in canon of how mc is a descendant of lilith, for peri they're more like. a reincarnation/reconstruction of his friend i guess it leans more into reincarnation since sol doesn't recognize peri or sees them as that person long ago but has that... sort of feeling ? the . i feel as though i miss you more than i can remember type of way . im fainlkly starting to build more on peri lore i rly need a reference sheet for them too but if anyoen want the mc lore just... drop an ask.............

this fucking monster of a comic is finally finished that took 3 days in total because this week has been so busy for me i had a headache that consumed an entire day heelpp im not goign to be drawing comics for a good while....................... its almost 5 am again . GOODNIGHT

[marylily-my-beloved]

OMG OK SEE MY VISION OKKKK. I KNOW THIS DOESN'T MAKE A LOT OF SENSE, BUT THE BLACK SISTERS AS THE THREE UNFORGIABLE CURSES. I KEEP SEEING PEOPLE DOING BARTY, EVAN AND REG. SO IT GAVE ME IDEAS, but like opposite.

Andromeda would be the opposite of the imperius curse ‘imperio’. They couldnt control her and she managed to escape the them and their brainwashing

Bellatrix would be the opposite of the cruciatus curse ‘crucio’, she was treated as the best because she acted like the best, and she inflicted the pain upon others.

Narcissa would be the opposite of the killing curse ‘avada kadevra’. She lived the longest out of all three and wasn’t too brainwashed or the best.

@aesthetic-writer18 fr kill me if this doesn’t make sense

[pineappical]

father and son