#i am. ouchie

[lepetitfruit]

Large amount of pain cured by kitty purrs

[gallusrostromegalus]

Got the brace off my ankle from the moose incident in October, had two weeks of normal mobility...

And sprained the fuck out of the other one .

[comfort-character-central]

Your f/o would never make you feel bad about your intelligence or the way your mind works. Even if you have a hard time understanding or processing, they'll never see you as dumb, stupid, or anything of that sort. They support you completely and the last thing they want is for you to feel insecure about it.

[yaoigovroom]

[etrevil]

so this is how we get hot moon man

dying old man + holy sword + another sword

[littleoddwriter]

I haven't really seen anyobody talk about this here-

Caracalla lost everybody close to him (father figure and twin brother) on the same day, both technically by his own doing, but doesn't even remember half of that anyway, and is now desperate to keep at least one person around, still. he might not even remember his own screaming voice demanding her crucifixion due to her betrayal. and if he does, he clearly wants to take it back and keep her alive and around him. in terms of human companions, she's all he has left. except for Macrinus, of course, but he's still new and another father figure, unable to fill that gaping hole Caracalla's real mother has presumably left and Lucilla is going to leave if she dies. but since Macrinus has the emperor wrapped around his little finger already, just a few words from him convinced Caracalla that this was, in fact, necessary and the only way; thus, sealing Lucilla's fate.

it's devastating to me...

[credensjustitiam]

i edited termina sprites as doa out of boredom, sorry no serious art for now as i am a little busy

[leechkiss]

a long-awaited rest

[barelyevenalive]

yk what that old man yaoi budget was put to good use

[astradyke]

i get emotional so often thinking about how dan and phil really have known each other for fifteen years, like... when they reminisced on PINOF 1 and dan said something to the effect of "did i really sound like that?" and phil immediately agreed, because he was there for dan's voice changing and settling. when they talk about past outfits they've worn that flopped or whatever, and they both remember it viscerally because they were there. the way that phil said that a picture of dan's 2011 hair gave him flashbacks, like. i dunno. dan's nostalgia is also phil's nostalgia, phil's nostalgia is dan's nostalgia. and then the way that they reference each other's childhood stories because they must have told each other, and then heard it again meeting each other's parents or whatever. ugh. they.

[thiefking]

*encounters something on a slightly too tall shelf* uh oh! i can't reach up there! *looks around* *no stool in sight* hmmm... 🤔 *thinks* 💡 ☝️ i have an idea! *grabs cannabis topical* *applies to my left foot to get exactly 1 foot higher*

[spotaus]

Shout-out to me (got sick and then immediately also bruised/cut my hand reaching under a car) :]

[thebiggestmenace]

thinking about Joel putting his hand on Sarah's knee when they're in the truck :(

[macaroni-stars]

"You knew him."

A statement, the truth of which Han never tried to hide, yet one that makes his blood freeze. He did know. More than anyone.

He knew Luke's hands, all calloused and chipped from farm labour but firm and warm and gentle, grounding him better than any magnetic anchor ever could, and even metal, new, thrilling, always warm to the skin from under the glove, familiar, like a piece of Falcon, a piece of home. He knew Luke's smile, big and bright, that always made his eyes crinkle and the faintest dimples appear on his cheeks, the smile that carried with it a piece of Tatooinian suns. Han knew his eyes, two big blue oases dragging him in like a dreary desperate man in a desert, which was not far from the truth of how he and Luke met altogether, the eyes that always kept flicking to his lips, the eyes that never lost their determined spark. He knew which words Luke liked and which he didn't, the faint consonants of Huttese still scraping Han's tongue, words of 'common not trade' echoing in his mind. Knew how Luke liked to get his hair cut and knew exactly when to offer it, when the bangs were getting a bit too long and poking in the eyes, or the gentle curl of darkening blond got in the way of lightsaber spins. Han knew how much time under a blazing sun akin to Tatooine's two it would take for Luke's freckles to shyly start blooming over his nose. He knew Luke's voice, knew every little twinge and shake and intonation of it, knew every way it could pronounce his name, from whisper to scream, from anger to bliss, Han would know it blind, somehow he would even know it deaf.

"I know him." Han wants to say, but the words die in his throat.

What if Luke's hands have gone soft from the meditation or other high-end solitare jedi practices Han had only heard rumours of, the metal now only feeling foreign and cold. What if his smile was crooked now, weary with time, and no longer remembered the sun, the dimples lost in the beard, if there was one. What if Luke's eyes went duller over the years, what if the blue disappeared, cutting off Han's water supply, leaving him to die in the desert, no longer having the beam of hope in the little sparkle behind those eyes. What if Luke had forgotten the language, what if he had no longer liked the jokes Han made. Perhaps he had picked up a new manner of speaking altogether, something more proper, high-end. What if his hair was now all grown and grey, messy with nobody to care for it, holding within it the pain and memories. What if his skin has gotten wrinkly and stale, the freckles now only existing in Han's latest memory forever and ever. What if Luke's voice had changed, deepened, roughened, or softened, gotten louder, or gotten quieter, and Han may never hear him say his name in that new voice.

'I know.' reverberates in his mind, once an echo to a lover's call, a declaration of a feeling yet untold.

"Yeah. I knew him." Han finally whispers, trying to keep his own changed voice from shaking. "I knew Luke."

[gold-pavilion]

Maybe I'm insane BUT

Ok I caved and watched the final episode (I've only been reading the manga, got a lot of anime to catch up on but still) and, this:

So, what is this?

There's two main possibilities, I think:

One, that it's just as it said: in a linear succession, two hours after we left off, something's gonna happen with Fukuchi's corpse (?) and kickstart another round to the whole mess.

Maybe someone else uses his body and amenogozen. He definitely doesn't look alive, I mean, look at his feet!! Those sure aren't feet. And his hand! And the horns! And the facial covering, like an undead creature!! Mystical shit all around. Maybe it's the Page, 'cause it's the night of the full moon, when everything was supposed to come to fruition. Maybe it does whether the Page has to pick this man up and puppet through it.

But also, the insane other possibility:

There was a moment during their fight in the ship when Atsushi and Akutagawa combined their abilities for a surprise attack, remember?

It ended like this:

The first being the "timeline" where they killed Fukuchi right there, and the other version of events where they didn't.

In the first they were left to wonder...

And just like that, that "timeline" was undone, cancelled and rewritten by Amenogozen's interference. Timeline in quotes 'cause it was supposedly cancelled and didn't functionally divide the story into two routes. It just set things back to the timeline we follow afterward, with Akutagawa being killed-vampirized and Atsushi escaping alone.

I just find it really strange that, here,

Akutagawa refers to things as a "story".

Like... what does he mean? IS there another version of events gonna split from somewhere, somehow?

Maybe not. Probably not.

It's more likely that it's linear time, linear events, someone does something to his body and stuff, but... I dunno. Huh.

Guess we'll have to see what the manga drops next.

[yesmissnyx]

Me: MY MIGRAINES ARE BETTER, GUYS!

The stormy weather and every grain of pollen I've snorted up into my nasal cavity: ;)