#gah i love this show!

[theashop]

the twins are completely fine in every timeline just a bit sleepy

[demonio-fleurs]

To me, what is so fantastic about One Piece Fan Letter is the emphasis on the way the Straw Hats have created these connections in the lives of people they have never met. The ending scene, with all the hands putting together the puzzle pieces, and the way that all these connections came together in one dazzling way-- I loved that. I teared up at that. Wherever the Straw Hats go, they leave behind all of these puzzle pieces for people to put together and create bonds that would not have existed had the Straw Hats not shown up!

And it also just... Makes me so in love with the concept of the world after Luffy becomes King of The Pirates. I know that Oda has the final chapter planned in his head, and I doubt we will really see the long lasting effects of Luffy achieving the title of Pirate King + his dream, and I really do not want a sequel series ala Boruto or Yasahime, but.... I want to see a world in which children believe they can become a Brave Warrior of the Sea thanks to Usopp, I want to see more children look at Nami and realize they don't NEED to have a Devil Fruit or Haki or muscles to have adventures. I want to see the next generation of the One Piece world believe so strongly in their dreams, that they set out to accomplish them.

One Piece Fan Letter really opened the door, I think, for more and more stories about the "regular" people in the world of One Piece, the people you don't see in the arcs because they're the nondescript background characters, and how the Straw Hat Crew has changed them. And I want that. To me, that is fantastic.

[arcanegifs]

God, I'm (yet again) exhausted. What a show. I will say, flaws and all, it's still one of the best animated series I've watched. Ever. No, I don't think it deserves the vitriol it's getting on social media.

I have a LOT of emotions right now. I don't think I'm even thinking straight after watching through everything once. It definitely needs to be re-watched multiple times. No, I'm not offering any kind of insights or anything like that. I think I'm just too emotional seeing my favorite show end.

I really wanna thank the writers, directors, artists, animators, producers, and everyone else who worked on this show for this work of art. It was beautiful, and it's why I love making gifs of this show.

And just because this show has ended, doesn't mean I'll stop making things. There's two whole seasons to work with now. I hope I can have enough free time to post regularly. I still need to make some 8k wallpapers and a ton of gifs haha.

I'll take a break and sleep for now. I'll see what I can make when I wake up tomorrow. I have so many things I want to do, but I also feel like crap and I too, have a life LMAO.

Oh, and I'm still looking forward to the next stories that they tell us! Runeterra truly has amazing lore. Excited to see what's next!

Thank you for all the likes, reblogs, and support you guys give to my lil sideblog! I appreciate you guys so much <3

[koolades-world]

One bed troupe w/ Mammon

There wasn't a boring day with Mammon around. As your self proclaimed first man, he ensured you went everywhere together. Because of this, he often dragged you along to gatherings with his friends.

When you first arrived in the Devildom, you didn’t get out very much. It was a pretty straight schedule: wake up, get walked to school by whoever's turn it was that day, do class, get walked home by someone else, do homework, go to sleep, then repeat. Once you got closer, Mammon realized how boring of a life you were living despite being in hell. He vowed to make your life more interesting and began showing you the fun side of life. He brought you to bars, restaurants, his favorite casino (of course), and so much more.

Today was no different. You were at a casino together with his friends early in the evening. You had grown closer with them at this point, and things weren't awkward when he had to leave for whatever reason. While nice, you began to learn the things Mammon hadn't told you that he told them. It was never anything bad, rather, it was usually cute things, such as how he really loved when you wore yellow or gold since he gushed to them every time you did.

Mammon had walked off to cash out his large bucket of tokens he'd earned for the third time that night, leaving you and his friends to chat.

"Tonight is a good night, huh?" You sip at your drink, lazily stirring it with the cute decorative pick that came with it.

"It is!" His friend states, shaking his own bucket.

"Mammon would say, it's cause of you." Another chuckles. You join in, amused.

"That's my Mammon. I'm happy to be a good luck charm, especially since he bought me my drink." You cause the group to laugh. The conversation begins to drift, but somehow makes its way back to Mammon

"You know, he's a little worried about you. Later tonight, one of Vazimid's friends is stopping by, but Mammon has been saying he hasn't liked the way he's been eyeing you." This statement worries you too. You know that despite growing comfortable, the Devildom is by no means safe. Mammon is protective, but it's rare that he'd admit it. Before you could respond, Mammon came back.

"Hey, Mc! I'm rich! Gotta say, I only do this good when yer around." He fixed his jacket, a smug grin on his face.

"Well, I wouldn't mind joining you every time you come here." You throw your arms around him, catching him off guard. The confidence melts away from his face as he begins to stutter, causing you to hug him tighter. The next few hours go well, until that friend arrived that nobody seemed to want there, which killed the mood. Mammon kept you close, but it eased him when you were by his side.

Later in the night, someone else in the group conveniently ended up winning several fancy room in the hotel the casino was in, free of charge. It was all a little too convenient. When Vazimid's friend asked who would be staying with who, Mammon immediately claimed a room for the both of you that nobody else was allowed in. After you teased him a little about it, a quick uncharacteristic glare to silence you. Not wanting to make him more upset, you remained quiet.

After collecting the room key, he drags you away from the friend group and onto the impossibly tall elevator. The ride up was quick, but neither of you spoke. Once you arrived at the room, Mammon unlocked it and promptly close it behind the both of you. You finally work up the courage to speak, but you’re not really sure what to say, or where to start.

“Mams? Is something wrong?” You put a hand on his arm and peer at his face. His expression is tight but softens once he sees the worry in you eyes.

“Nothin’ darlin’.” He smiled at you, but you can still tell something is bothering him.

“I know you. Tell me what’s wrong.” You placed your other hand on his other arm so you could pull him closer.

He hesitates at first, but eventually speaks. "Do ya really wanna know? It's dumb." He glanced at you.

"I do. Now tell me." You waited.

"It's that demon that Vazimid keep brining around. Don't trust him around you at all. I just know he wants to get his slimy hands on you." He sighed. You giggled a little at the realization.

"It's alright to be jealous, babe." Mammon back away from you instantly at the accusation.

"Hey, hey. That's not what I said!" His ears turned red, confirming what you thought.

"Whatever you say. Will sharing that bed with me quell your inner turmoil?" You began to giggle more as he came to the realization that he'd picked a room that only had one bed. 'It's free, Mams. You love free things." You scanned the room and saw a variety of goodies laying around the room you knew Mammon would scoop up once he was done being embarrassed.

You decided to leave him to his own devices and get settled in the room. You took a quick trip into the bathroom to find two sets of hotel branded pajamas that were suspiciously in the correct sizes. You showered with the nicest soaps you'd ever gotten your hands on and reappeared to find Mammon sitting on a chair, on his D.D.D.

"I'm done, knock yourself out." You throw yourself down onto the bed, face first.

"Took ya long enough." He skulked away and took his turn in the bathroom too. When he was done, and also emerged in the matching, branded set, he seemed less enthusiastic to get in the bed than you had been. Once he sat down, though, he realized how nice it actually was.

"Ya should've told me how soft these pillow were." He cuddled one of the pillows to his chest.

"If I didn't, maybe you wouldn't have at all and I could've had this entire bed to myself. Now, stop cuddling that pillow and cuddle me instead." You rolled yourself over to him and did grabby hands in his direction. He went red again, but listened. His hair was still a little damp from his shower and the jasmine scented hotel soap made him smell wonderful. He always ran very hot, which you enjoyed since he worked as a great personal heater. Once he had decompressed, you spoke a little bit about your plans for tomorrow, and eventually you drifted off.

Mammon remained awake for a little bit longer, thinking about the exciting evening the both of you had had. He was thankful that he had you, and even though he would never admit it, he had been jealous. He hated the idea of sharing you with some werido that he never invited in the first place. He hugged you a little tighter, and eventually feel asleep himself, thinking about you.

[boobchuy]

I love amphibia I'm really happy it exists

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

Incredible how at the start of The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals, the ensemble describes Paul as "destined to go viral" and then at the end of the show he not only succumbs to the virus-esque hivemind, he in many ways becomes the launching point for the Apotheosis spreading, Viral, throughout the rest of the world.

The ending of this show really was Inevitable in so many ways.

[intimidatingpuffinstudios]

Straasa comes to stand next to you, fingers gently cradling as he takes your hand in his. He meets Rai's glare steadily, body loose and expression unreadable. His unflinching composure warns Rai to be very careful with what they mean to do next.

[2aceofspades]

TW: Bright colors/Eye strain

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Hey

I'm ready to scream about them again

(:

[ziptie-bouquet]

Have you all noticed how Simon's outfit changes over the course of the show? He goes from his original outfit to his Ice King robes, to a worn suit with a blue tint, and then back to his normal Simon suit. I think this visually shows that Simon is slowly realizing he actually doesn't want to ever be Ice King again, even if he keeps saying that he has to. Considering it was his most fucked up version yet who gave him back his Simon outfit, it also probably symbolizes that he's remembering what's important in his life: finding Betty, not "fixing" Fionna and Cake's world. It was thinking about Betty that kept him relatively harmless in Adventure Time. The Winter King doesn't have that and is much more destructive than the Ice King ever was. I think this is especially explicit when he asks the Winter King about Betty and he replies he doesn't think about her anymore, and it's even more so when you consider this scene starts with Simon commenting on getting back his old suit.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

mafia boys?

WIP Wednesday (1/15) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 261)

NEIL

Neil hadn't meant to wake Jean.

He'd only needed to see his chest rise and fall, needed to confirm that Jean's heart was beating. That it hadn't been obliterated by a 9mm. But then it was so dark he couldn't tell— and that was a terrifying ninety seconds— but now Jean is very much alive, very much awake, and offering to let Neil into his bed. Blanket raised just enough for Neil to slip under it and into Jean's arms.

He shouldn't. Of course he shouldn't.

But it's Jean and he's Nathaniel and they could've died today.

Neil shuts the bedroom door and twists its lock and pads over to the bed silently, switching the lamp off before ducking under the blanket and settling into the warmth of Jean's covers. Jean's injured arm lowers slowly, draping the blanket over Neil as it does. And once Neil is covered, Jean's arm lingers above him for a moment then winds around him. Jean presses his hand between Neil's shoulder blades, fingers splayed out, and Neil scoots ever closer until they're flush.

Once they're both situated Neil takes a breath and a fistful of the back of Jean's shirt and leans his forehead against his chest, trying not to think of the last time they were in this exact position. It's hard though, and he can almost feel Jean remembering that night as well. The memory makes Neil almost nauseous but he swallows against it and presses his face further into Jean. Neither of them speaks; neither of them has to. In lieu of words, Neil feels Jean kiss the top of head. And then they lie there together, two hearts beating in sync, until Kevin's gentle snoring lulls Neil back to sleep.

JEAN

Jean waits for Neil to fall asleep before he lets himself breathe again. He was too afraid of scaring him off to say anything, too scared of what he would say if he opened his mouth. He lies there, enveloped in warmth on both sides and feeling like one of the most protected things to ever exist for a few minutes, then puts his head back on his pillow. He closes his eyes and starts to count down from one hundred— Neil's patented way of getting to sleep, he'd taught Jean when they were young.

Jean makes it to nineteen before he feels Kevin stir slightly behind him. The bed shifts the tiniest bit, a side effect of Kevin rising onto an elbow.

"Jean?" Kevin whispers, right into Jean's ear.

"Mm?"

"Is Neil in bed with us?"

"Yes." Jean says back softly, turning his head toward Kevin as much as possible without disturbing Neil. He cannot see Kevin staring at him but he can feel it; Kevin's gaze has always had weight. Kevin is quiet for a few seconds then he lets out a sigh that tingles against Jean's ear.

"Good." Kevin kisses Jean's neck and gets back under the covers. A moment later, he feels Kevin's arm stretch across him so he can gingerly set his hand on Neil's hip, just to be touching him. "Bonne nuit mes amours."

[too-many-rooks]

So. I think this is Alex's bed in the safehouse? Just from the setting - It's a single bed, kind of sloppily made, and right under a window; a tactically disadvantageous position for going unnoticed in a safe house, but ideal for a homesick teenager feeling the walls closing in.

But Yassen sitting there convinces me more; this scene comes after Alex's 'capture', where Yassen is reporting in to Julia, and I think it's interesting he would do that on a bed rather than at a desk, where we usually see him contacting SCORPIA. Reporting in from the bed he was sleeping in would be a level of casualness and unprofessionalism that seems out of character for him.

Yassen's clearly anxious, and upset in this scene at loosing Alex. Returning to their empty safe house alone, it makes sense for him to gravitate toward the place where Alex's absence is most notable. He gets 'proof' that Jones is dead, and realises how much danger Alex is in now because of it, because of what Yassen encouraged him to do. So, he calls for help, from someone who has wanted Alex dead all along.

[arcanegifs]

i still want another season

[starheirxero]

Yk, I wonder if Eclipse is grieving in some weird way too.

Not grieving in the "I miss him, I cared about him more than I can ever even express" way, but grieving in the "you were supposed to be here too, damnit," way. In the way that he feels unnerved by the empty spot behind the theater counter. In the way that he stares at his workbench and feels an awful mixture of smugness for outlasting his "better" counterpart and anger because he assumed their tense confrontations would always be a part of their shared existence in this universe.

Grieving in the way that is less "I cared about Solar" and more "you were one of the few constants in this universe—someone I could always find, someone I could always predict how to react, someone that was also tied up in the mess of my existence—and you're gone. No one is filling the shoes you left behind. No one could even if they tried."

Not sure if this is what the show is actually going for, but I think it's fun to think about either way......

[of-the-eventide]

Come on now, who cares if you have two left feet? Let us dance!

auraugust 2024 - dance

[they-them-van]

one of the themes of yellowjackets that i haven’t been able to stop thinking about is cycles of violence, which i think we particularly see in two ways: inter-generational trauma, and this idea of violence as a tool of forgiveness.

starting with inter-generational trauma, i love what yj has done with this. there are so many different examples: van’s relationship with her mom, which liv hewson has said impacts the way they play the character (in particular her relationship with tai), and which i think is especially important given that van’s mom was an alcoholic and now we’ve seen this suggestion that van may or may not have some kind of addiction problem herself. tai’s trauma which manifests itself in sleepwalking, which she never fully dealt with, and now has directly passed onto her child - arguably largely because she refuses to face it. shauna’s relationship with callie, the way she’s treated her child as accomplice, distant yet also expecting callie to fill in the role jackie might have had if everything had happened differently; still processing the trauma of her wilderness birth which leaves her unable to be fully present for callie. lottie’s relationship with her parents, natalie’s experience with abuse, there’s so much i could go into with this.

but in particular, i think one of the most interesting ways this manifests is in the way lottie passes her beliefs and practices - shaped by this unspeakable trauma, shaped by her experience in a mental hospital in a foreign country, shaped by the ways she’s failed and how nobody has taken her seriously - onto the members of her “community”. dozens of people living their lives on a foundation lottie has built out of her pain.

and this is also the clearest place we’ve seen lottie express this belief in violence as a way to achieve forgiveness. when she tells lisa to stab natalie, to take her anger out on the cause, just as she offered herself up as a sacrifice to shauna 25 years ago. i certainly agree with others that lottie can be manipulative, but i think in this regard she’s genuine - she believes that she’s found a solution, but she blinds herself to the fact that she’s caught in her own cycle, that intentionally or not the people around her have been caught in this same cycle. misty couldn’t save crystal/kristen, so she lets javi die to save another friend. nat can’t save javi, so she saves lisa at the cost of herself - but misty can’t save natalie this time, and the cycle continues, because the cost of using violence to find forgiveness is that somebody will end up harmed, somebody won’t be able to stop it, and the burden of guilt is simply passed on.

to me this is such a fascinating idea that i’ve never really seen explored before, and on some level i know that it will only get so much worse as more shit goes down and more people can’t be saved. if this is the principle the yellowjackets are living by, they’re all accruing a lot of fucking guilt. and i most certainly see how constantly trying to outrun this guilt, caught in a trap of committing more violence and acquiring more guilt to escape what you’re already carrying, could bury a person.

[ask-adam-the-dickmaster]

Do you think Lute is cute without her mask? 😏

"Of course I do, I tell her everyday so she doesn't forget!⚡"