#hi. love you

[surviveds]

it hadn't been an immediate leap, but eventually, he and will began venture out further and further on their scouting missions; hours became days became weeks that they're gone. felix's hard limit has been two weeks at a time, and even that length unsettles him - but they need to understand their surroundings. they do have the caches of data taken with them in their initial flight from the research base, coupled with the insight of indira and her people, who know the lay of the land even better than the CR reports - but it's different to hear it secondhand or read it from a brief; he needs to see it himself. leo and hope and will all recognize this about felix, and understand it; maybe it helps make him feel a little less guilty each time he leaves. but it doesn't ever lessen the homesickness that hooks into him as the first night passes into the second day, that only grows like the waxing moon.

the only thing that cures that is this: his arms around leo, who's always beaming when felix and will come home. felix sinks into him, the contact never failing to make him feel small again - but it's not a bad feeling. being enveloped by @doomdays makes him feel safe, and he doesn't want to leave that safety just yet - so he doesn't. instead, he murmurs into leo's shoulder, "hey, dad," the smile in his voice entirely evident.

[bongwateriero]

people are smoking weed at the fall out boy. thinking of you

oh thank you. glad to know this is what i’m known for

[scavengurs]

"i heard that place is haunted." - akilah, @doomdays.

“well, someone did die there.... allegedly.” but jordan's life is in the library, and she's yet to experience any of the phenomena that's been whispered about - no cold spots, nor odd shadows, nor crying in the dark. it's only ghost stories - invented out of boredom, or fear, or some combination of the two. whispered in hushed tones to transfer the fear this world's ingrained in every survivor to something not so tangible - a scapegoat, jordan thinks, with a bite of derision.

her fork scrapes loudly against her plate. she frowns as she realizes how dismissive her tone had been: sharp and perfunctory. it's the product of a defensiveness she hadn't realized until now that she possesses - and a small worry that if the rumor were to grow, her library would become a spectacle, not a sanctuary.

“it was an accident, though. that's what one of the professors told me,” she continues, after a prolonged beat of clearing her throat. jordan sets her utensil down atop the dregs of her lunch, then beams upward at akilah, hoping to appear nonchalant. “with all the monsters out there, you'd think people wouldn't bother inventing ones for in here.”

[scionsthings]

Rewatching Arcane

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[valtsv]

enough paintings of saints where they're looking heavenward in ecstatic agony or down with love and mercy on their onlookers as they ascend. we need more paintings where the martyr is looking accusatorily directly at the viewer.

[pathesis]

Ithaca saga am right♥

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[spocks-husband]

In Bruce's phone, he keeps the contact photos for all his kids as their baby pictures (or the closest approximation that he has).

Dick's is a photo of him when he'd first designed his Robin costumes, smiling ear to ear as he proudly showed off his first hand-sewn prototype.

Jason's is a picture Alfred got of the boy sitting on Bruce's shoulders while they went over a case.

Tim is him fast asleep in the middle of taking notes on his first real mission (he wanted to impress Bruce really bad).

Damian is a polaroid he got from Talia of him when he was about a year old, teething on a mango seed as he sat on the floor of his mother's room.

Cass is entirely blacked out except for her big bright eyes that can be seen in the darkness-- Bruce thinks it's the cutest photo ever.

Even Babs has hers set to a photo of her with her first computer, grinning happy as she probably hacked into a federal database somewhere. He got that photo from Jim.

Likewise, of course, Alfred's (very bareboned) smartphone that he barely uses has Bruce's contact set with a photo of him playing in the snow as a little boy.

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[a-a-lost-munchkin]

I Can’t Help But Wonder

Odysseus, who just violently and mercilessly murdered 108 or so men, who claims in the next song that he’s no longer a kind or gentle man, actively listens to Telemachus and kindly and gently responds to everything his son’s expressed.

Telemachus asks, “Am I like you? Am I strong like you? Will you embrace me? Will you love and accept me as yours?” He says, “I’ve felt so alone.”

And Odysseus claims him in a heartbeat, answering, “My son. My boy. My sweetest joy I’ve ever known. I embraced you twenty years ago. I’d do the impossible for you. I’d die for you.” He says, “Seeing the men here today, I can only wonder what you’ve been through for twenty years. My son, you’re already strong. You’re my own. You’re not alone. I’m home.”

And then they fucking embrace.

[crabussy]

challenged myself to make simpler redesigns that match the show constraints because I often create very complex designs and I wanted to see if I could make something I liked without going too over the top!! pretty happy with these [:

if you have any questions about my design choices ask away!!

part 2 with ten gazillion background characters including sunburst, luna, and twilight's canterlot friends!

[flameraven]

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”