#even if I rushed this a lot...

[mintaikk]

I'M NEVER LETTING YALL FORGET THIS

[cherrirui-official]

"You know... You didn't have to take that with you."

"But I promised him I'd take him out to see the ocean one day."

[gameringgungke]

edit 2: leak is FAKE everyone, go home

so of course i'm keeping up with the pokemon leaks and

I KNEW IT

I FUCKING KNEW IT

I SAID THE KANTO FAVORITISM STARTED BECAUSE OF BW'S BACKLASH AND WAS GOING TO MAJORLY STAGNANTETHE SERIES FOR YEARS AND NOBODY BELIEVED ME

update 113 notes later: might be fake, idk

[gordonfreemanspussy]

@scienceteamtober day 2: passport?

this is pretty straightforward interpretation but i really wanted to do my own take on this sillay passport???

BEAUTIFUL BENRY PORTRAIT BY @perigostodick !!!! full image below. (and oh my god shout out to @black-mesa-passport-department for hlvrai passport reference. life saved forever.)

Look at him.

[solar093-art]

some adventures can get too dangerous... so it's time to summon friends :)

[seagull-scribbles]

You're out of touch

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[myokk]

my favorite bookworm

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[slimespecter]

ROCKIN’!!

i made this into a lil keychain for myself :) my crappy phone camera doesnt do these justice btw they look MUCH better in person

[sadisthetic]

BURST💥

[oobbbear]

Dumb art advice for people who can’t understand logic like me:

First, turn off your brain and just draw a bunch, for example you want to learn to draw hands, go on Pinterest search ‘Hands’ and just copy what you see, do this everyday for 30min-1hour, slowly you’ll get a vague understanding of how hands work

THEN, go and watch some tutorials and the learn structure of the hand. The logic and structure are important but you won’t understand anything if you don’t already have a good picture of what the thing look like in your brain.

(This method works really well if you want to learn anatomy, don’t go dig into the muscle and skeleton, draw figures first, you don’t need to know what you’re drawing you just need to have an understanding of the flow of human body, it will help you greatly later on when you really go into the structure of body)

Of course this is only based on personal experiences, you can learn the theories and then practice but that did not work for me, if I don’t have hands on experience on what I’m drawing I won’t understand a single word in the tutorial. Do what works best for you I’m just putting this out here

[sugarpasteltmnt]

(whispers) hey friends I appreciate your excitement but gentle reminder it’s not very polite to ask fanfic writers when the next chapter is gunna come out

[naamahdarling]

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[masterhandss]

Illustrations I drew for the 10th year Anniversary of "The Opportunity Maker Arrives! The Door to Your Blooming Paradise" aka Paradise the troublemakers backstory event in Anzu's POV (which was released on 09.14.14)! (1)(2)

[honeycreammilkshake]

i'm sure this has been talked about before but personally i find it really fitting that sukuna's downfall was so ... lacking.

a lot of fans didn't like how sudden and somewhat anticlimactic that final battle with sukuna was, and as much as i have a feeling that it was because gege was rushed to end the series, i still find it very suiting that the way sukuna lost was one of the most pathetic ones in the series.

this is the guy who tried to make himself as inhuman as possible, who became the very "king of curses" that devoured countless humans to pass the time until his death and treated every life (even his own) as nothing more than a cog in a rigid system of strength, believing that to be strong you must be as selfish and cut off from everyone as possible.

yet he literally dies cupped tenderly in the hands of his worst enemy, a boy who believes that all life matters, no matter how ordinary or boring or weak a person might seem. there's no raging, burning, prolonged fight between them like there was between sukuna and gojo. and somehow, that says a whole lot more.

sukuna cared almost singularly about strength (he even said a hierarchy not based on it was a boring one). yet his own archenemy is yuuji, someone who is comparatively weaker than other sorcerers but is emotionally stronger than most of them... something sukuna doesn't put value in. yet it was yuuji's fierce empathy and merciful nature which made him want to reach out to even the heartless king of curses, and it was this exact quality of his which allowed him to connect with megumi, rip away sukuna from his friend's body, and finally win against sukuna.

it's also important to note that yuuji couldn't have won as he did without the help of his friends and allies, those who gave him strength, contradicting sukuna's notion that the strongest are strong because they do not reply on others.

and it's especially ironic considering how sukuna raged that he would destroy yuuji's ideals out of contempt that such a weakling could give him doubts about his own philosophy, yet it was yuuji and his beliefs that led to sukuna losing. and although sukuna didn't choose to return back to yuuji, we see that he had a last moment of reflection, before he died, in the form of acknowledging yuuji almost respectfully instead of only calling him brat. and in the afterlife, he seems so much softer and accepting of everything that happened. he lost. and he lost because of the brat whose ideals he couldn't break, yet they broke his.

sukuna, you were the strongest sorcerer in perhaps all of history, yet you were taken down by some chaotic, angst-ridden teenagers (of all things), one of whom you hated passionately for his ideals... but he was also the one to hold you as you died, who proved you weren't alone and that the monster you became was a matter of chance, the one who led you north and reminded you that you were human once, and that you can be again.

as underwhelming as the ending seemed, it was almost poetic and honestly very fitting for both sukuna and yuuji. gege, even under pressure you're still a mad genius. i can't believe i ever doubted this series.

[pastafossa]

TW for those with religious trauma. A little long and just about something personal so putting it behind the cut, but basically:

I got to set a boundary and say No today, and that's huge.

I'm still mildly on FB to keep up with older friends and fam and events, and a few groups where I learn things generally from older folks (trust me, the old woodcarving guys aren't usually on tiktok). And let's just say I'm... very obviously not a Christian over there - not rude, not attacking, just happily on my own path. And there was this lady, who apparently had known me when I was 5 or so and had somehow stuck around. She had recently taken it upon herself to evangelize and 'bring me back' by repeatedly bringing up me loving Jesus at 5, and talking about God at me, and I am loved by him and etc etc don't you still talk to him, Pasta? Maybe that's why I remember you talking to him when you were little, so he can reach you through me, aren't you afraid Pasta that he's reaching for you and you'll miss it, etc etc.

Now I was raised strongly christian. The whole shebang. Christian elementary school, church every Sunday, youth groups on Wednesday, radio set to a christian station, etc. I'd heard these lines, believed those lines, said those lines for a long time. And even though my family was chill (one reason I wound up feeling supported enough to leave the church as an adult), I'm still unpacking a lot of that trauma. And one bit is my inability to set boundaries. Girls and women must always be polite, kind, and nice no matter what. Respect your elders when they speak. You are to be the sacred little vessel of the light and always be ready and willing to explain and advocate your beliefs even if someone's being mean, don't walk away. If someone asks you to help with something you don't want to do, you do it anyway, because your happiness and comfort doesn't matter, you are meant to serve.

I mentioned this while chatting with a group of friends the other night - I told them about this woman who'd been targeting me, and the bad memories it brought up and the ensuing anxiety attack when a bunch of things stacked a few weeks ago. And one of my friends turned and looked at me and gently said, 'why haven't you unfriended her?'

And I... paused at that. Why? Why hadn't I? Because this woman didn't 'intend' to be mean? Because I wanted to try to 'represent' something? Because I used to know her? Because I was afraid to be judged as rude? Because... my comfort and happiness didn't matter? Why on earth hadn't I?

Because... my comfort and happiness does matter. And I was being disrespected. It doesn't matter if I'm seen as rude. I'm allowed to say, 'no, you don't get to treat me like that.'

I... am allowed to cut someone off, even if they find that mean.

Even if they knew me when I was little.

Even if they have positive intent.

I don't have to give those people access to me if they're hurting me and trying to scare me.

And so I got home, and I rolled through that old list, and I culled it. Out went the people who I got a sick feeling thinking about. Out went the people who'd never really respected me. Out went the people who saw me as a trophy they could win by 'bringing me back'.

I said no to all of that.

I can say no.

And I know that seems small. But it feels like a giant leap for me.