#don’t put him in a jar

[fexsstuff]

I like bugs

party beetle

[angelcake10023]

“You ever just wanna…” Part 2

Bonus:

He’s fine I promise

[lichqueenlibrarian]

One thing I really love about Jim Kirk is that he ends up Starfleet’s youngest and most famous captain, then becomes an admiral, and hates it.

What do you do when you go back and it isn’t the same? You aren’t the same person, so you can’t really go back anyways, you got what you wanted but it turned out to not be what you needed. Where do you turn, what choices do you make, who are you if you don’t necessarily want to be Captain James T Kirk but Admiral James T Kirk isn’t any better?

Are you ever too old to change, to admit that you don’t know what to do, to start over again?

[zeb-z]

pac has like fear yanked up to 100 with survival instincts cranked down to 0. he was afraid of bad coming up to him while building the track enough to talk to bagi, but then when bad came back and pressed him to eat a cake he made in a very suspicious fashion, he just swallowed it down without a second thought. had seconds, even. he was terrified enough to look super suspicious to bad surrounding the missing photo today, and then immediately downed himself right in front of him where he could have easily been killed - and he was. he’s terrified of cellbit but also considers him his close friend, trusts him more than anything. he’s like so nervous like a startled cat, extremely aware of danger, but also like. jumps right towards the danger. kicks his feet twirls his hair at the danger. I want to study him under a microscope

[crimson-constellations]

Sketching avatar yet again. this time my modern/school/idk what au and here we have sokka again and again cuz this is what you should expect from me

Btw ur all more than welcome to ignore my notes on the background…. Tho I’ll gladly answer anything abt it if u send me any asks

[dark-elf-writes]

Actually I’m not done talking about Vax because GOD the man he is

When the typical rogue is always seen as the first one to stab everyone in the back and who doesn’t let themself get close to anyone it’s awesome to see one who is so fucking attached to everyone around him.

He loves his sister, he loves his friends, he loves Trinket, he loves Gilmore, and above all else he loves hard. The only time you can see this man’s bleeding heart on his sleeve is when he’s in stealth. He is constantly reaching out, constantly trying to help (even if no one understands how he’s trying to help at the time), constantly trying to save and protect the few people he has in the world. Trying to save other people around them as well.

Truly the epitome of a chaotic good character

[totallyboatless]

Oh i get it, the twitter dudebros are losing their shit about aew doing dangerous stunts bc they don’t believe that wrestlers could care about and trust each other enough to pull that kind of stuff off safely

They’re stuck in the mentality Fight Club is a commentary about: how men are socialized to not accept physical touch from another man unless it’s violent, and because of that, violence is the only way to express intimacy with other men. They watch Fight Club and miss the point completely and think “yes that is the way to be in real life, this is totally a thing to aspire to”

And I can see how at first glance wrestling seems that way. But (and keep this down, okay?) wrestling isn’t real. Male wrestlers are playing with this concept constantly, but in real life the best male wrestlers don’t have those issues. They’re well adjusted and know how to care for other men, and prioritize that care to keep each other safe, while also being secure in their gender. It’s possible to be huge and strong and also be capable of platonic intimacy

Thinking about this more, I haven’t seen anywhere near the criticism of the Stat/Willow street fight. Like obviously there were many ways Swerve and Hangman went crazier, but that light tube was no joke. They still bled, they kicked ass. STAT DROPPED HER COOCHIE ON TACS! Anyway something something the dudebros believe without a doubt that women wrestlers will take care of each other and so their alarm bells don’t go off

Anyway, hey twitter dudebros. Come play in the space where you understand that wrestling fucks around with gender. Men don’t have to be inherently violent in a way that puts their scene partner in danger, even when doing dangerous stunts. Wrestling is various kinds of hyperbolic gender performance. It’s drag. Release your inhibitions feel the rain on your skin etc

[gorgon-heap]

I Thank You: A Brief Account of Sonic’s No Good Terrible Very Bad Day (and Shadow’s even worse day)

@son1c’s sonic prime au has been jingling around my brain like a loose marble (especially the splinters of shadow), and this ask from @boom-fanfic-a-latta inspired me to actually sit down and write it :D

~~~

The first thing Shadow noticed was the noise.

It was hard not to notice it, honestly. The eerie silence of the Void was disconcerting, but this was something Shadow had never encountered before. This was an oppressive wall of sheer sound that filled the air and slammed into his ears the minute he entered the Boscage.

It knocked the wind out of him, and he sunk to his knees as he tried to regain his composure.

Dimly, he heard Sonic buzzing around him, jabbering about something. Shadow could only grit his teeth in response.

It’s so loud….How does Sonic not hear this?

He clapped a hand over his mouth in a desperate attempt to ground himself, to experience anything other than the oppressive sound. It didn’t work.

“Shadow? You alright?”

Shadow let out a shaky breath, and it took great effort for him to stop his ears from twitching. The last thing he needed was Sonic worrying about him.

“I’m fine. It’s just adjusting to a new Shatterverse.” Shadow forced himself to his feet. “Tell me about this world?”

Sonic didn’t look convinced, but didn’t press the issue. “The Bocage is entirely take over by huge plants. The forest floor is entirely inhospitable to life, and that means that—“

Plants. It couldn’t be.

Could it?

He felt a tear escape and leak down the side of his face. He was vaguely aware that Sonic, who had been staring at him with concern, had tracked that tear’s path with his eyes. But Shadow had bigger things to worry about. He, and probably he alone, could hear the Boscage.

And it was screaming.

~~~

It had been a few days. Some of the worst days of Shadow’s existence. Boscage Maze was a blur. The residents of the Boscage were a blur. The only thing that was clear was, paradoxically, the murmur of the forest. As it turns out, when billions of plants whisper in someone’s mind, it results in a cacophony, and the worst headache Shadow has ever had.

He was beginning to have trouble remembering why he was there, his goal in coming here, and even who he was. He just shuffled behind Sonic as they navigated the jungle.

Today, they were visiting….somewhere. Egg…something? Shadow couldn’t remember, but Tails was leading the way. Or, this Shatterverse’s Tails. His head hurt too much to care.

He was also didn’t care when he met Windthrow. A tiny voice at the back of his mind reminded him that, but for the Deafening Sounds, he would have been astounded.

A larger, stronger, and more feral Sonic. Would wonders ever cease.

Shadow was roused from his thoughts as they arrived at their destination. It was an unassuming structure, with vine tendrils snaking around, but generally well kept. As they walked through the entryway, he absently noted that the design reminded him of the Ark.

They stepped into the entryway, and the doors swung shut, leaving their little group in the quiet hallway.

And it was quiet. It was utterly silent.

He felt his shoulders sag in relief. He didn’t realize how awful the noise was. It didn’t even bother him that there was a slight buzzing from the overhead lights.

“Shadow, everything alright?” Sonic’s voice boomed in his ears. It hurt, and made his ears twitch, but he welcomed it.

Shadow nodded slowly. He still felt a little dazed, but it was a relief to be able to think clearly for the first time in what felt like forever.

~~~

Sonic was worried.

Well, he was worried about a lot of things. This was an extremely bad situation, and he was well aware that that was an understatement. But in particular, Sonic was worried about Shadow. He was acting more reclusive and irritable than usual. Which was saying something.

Whenever they were at the Egg Base, Shadow disappeared, even though Sonic looked everywhere in the building. And when they were outside, he acted distracted and upset. Every time Sonic asked him what was wrong, he would respond (in true Shadow fashion) with a snappish “Nothing”. But his constant ear twitching and eyes darting back and forth belied his distress. So did his muttering under his breath.

Sonic had decided not to continue pestering him. He instead focused all his attention and worry on finding the Shard.

The sooner we find it, the sooner I get Shadow out of here. The sooner I fix my stupid mistake.

Currently, they were in the Egg Base, and surprisingly, Shadow was hanging out with the group. Sonic was grateful to see that he looked relaxed, even if it was only a little bit. The weird dude who looked kind of like Eggman was showing off his latest creation, which was a metal version of Windthrow.

But as Metal Windthrow was powered on, Sonic was distracted by a faint gasp behind him. He turned and saw Shadow standing there completely rigid, chest heaving and eyes darting wildly. His ears wouldn’t stop twitching. He locked eyes with Sonic, before he fled the room.

Sonic got up to follow up, but stopped when he felt a large paw on his shoulder. Windthrow excitedly pointed at his metal counterpart, and threw back his head and howled. Metal Windthrow followed suit, and his rusty howl joined Windthrow’s. Sonic couldn’t help but smile fondly at what was soon to be a fast friendship. His smile fell as he turned and strode out of the room, determined to find Shadow.

~~~

He didn’t see Shadow for days after that, until one day Sonic entered the dining room. Shadow was standing at one of the tables, poring over the map that they had crudely drawn.

“Shadow! There you are! Are you alright? You disappeared! I’ve been looking everywhere for this Shard but haven’t found anything yet. Hey, what do you think—”Sonic’s nervous rambling was cut off by Shadow’s voice, which was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Sonic. Everything is okay. I just needed some to adjust to the Boscage Maze.” At this, Sonic frowned and opened his mouth, and closed it again. He sat down at the table, watching Shadow’s green eyes rake over the map. He looked—well, calm. But at the same time, he didn’t look well adjusted at all. He still had a dazed look, and there were heavy bags under his eyes.

“Are you sure? You can rest today, and we can go look tomorrow!” Shadow gave a small, fond smile, and Sonic felt his concern tie itself into knots in his stomach.

“We are fine, and in fact quite like being outside among the trees. It’s like coming home.” He turned and strode towards the door. “Let us go now and find Thorn Rose. Finding the Shard is our top priority.” Sonic pushed his worries aside. Shadow was right. The Shard was the most important thing.

Over the next couple of days, Shadow took charge of searching the Shard. He would stay out long after Sonic returned to the Egg Base for the night, and would even be gone before he woke up in the morning. He knew that Shadow was the Ultimate Loner, but he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. There was something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something he was missing. And it had everything to do with the strange way Shadow was acting.

~~~

Sonic burst into the clearing, almost crashing into Shadow in his excitement.

“Shadow, there you are! I have a good lead on the Shard! We can grab it and fit the prism back together! We’re one step closer to going home!” Shadow looked up sharply with a glint in his eyes that made Sonic uneasy. As quick as it had appeared, Shadow’s face had smoothed back into that same calm expression he had had for the past couple of days.

“That’s good to hear, Sonic. But we don’t need to rush things. The Boscage is truly wonderful. I’m glad to have been able to experience it. In fact, we are sorry for our past anger. You see, it wouldn’t have existed if you hadn’t shattered the Paradox Prism. So, how could I be angry? I thank you, Sonic the Hedgehog.”

I thank you.

Sonic’s blood ran cold.

Shadow…

He took a step towards who��or whatever was controlling Shadow. “Who are you! What have you done with Shadow!”

‘Shadow’ just smiled. “We are Shadow. It would be rude to ignore this gift you have sent us. You have granted us a way to communicate with you, and a way to protect the Boscage.”

Sonic’s shoulders slumped, his chin hitting his chest.

Shadow…what have I done to you?

[kate-bot]

since people on my other account really liked him, i give to you… vigilante… but real!

he is made with air dry clay and acrylic paint… and he is very very small :) i’ve never painted anything with clay before so i think this was a good first attempt!!

also teaser for the next thing i’m gonna paint (which is a lot LOT bigger than him heheh)

say whaaaatt..

[villainsidestep]

voting jake when he goes against julia not to help him win but to soften the killing blow when he gets annihilated

[whywontgodletthisblogdie]

when izzy barges in with the unicorns legs while the crew is at each others throats he says something along the lines of “that’s what it gets for not doing it’s fucking job.” and then a few days later (probably??? who tf know how time works not me) he gives lucius the whole shark story and like. he’s so thoroughly convinced that he deserved to have his leg chopped off because he didn’t do his job properly that he comes up with a story to absolve ed of the blame. because he’s 100% convinced that he deserved to be punished.

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

Chasm: Curse of Kaine (Vol. 1/2024), #3.

Writer: Steve Foxe; Penciler and Inker: Andrea Broccardo; Colorist: Brian Reber; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[platinummice]

I don’t think I could fix Mr. House and I also don’t think I could make him worse but I do think I could chase him down through the woods in the middle of the night during a new moon

[dangthatsspiral]

I finally finished a doodle dump I made like… two? Three? Months ago? Anyways I totally forgor about my Narinder design and I am ashamed I love it smm…

Please click if you want better quality tumblr has it out for me I think

[quietwingsinthesky]

the master does have a tangible amount of affection for even. it’s just tempered by the fact that she also. does not really view even as a whole independent person.

[safflinas]

after ptn ch.10 i had the biggest fixation on julien but now its just left a bad taste in my mouth 🥲