#i have LOTS of feelings about them

[beestandsforbiancanottheanimal]

Thinking about how lonely Kageyama must have felt, probably accustomed to almost no one sharing the same passion for volleyball as intensely as he does. Always being a peculiar outcast in that aspect, likely cherishing it as something he used to share with his family when he was little, only for his sister to abandon him. Even then, he probably thought he still had his grandfather, only for the grandfather to pass away. Yet, he continued with the same dedication, not reducing the effort he put into the sport just because it was what he loved and something that connected him to his now-deceased grandfather. He probably didn't allow himself to properly grieve and overcome it due to this.

Worse still, this event serves to make him even more alone because his behavior starts to change, and it's evident that it changes drastically. His teammates, instead of being concerned and asking about it, preferred to get angry and leave him aside, to the point of getting him benched in a match. They practically ruined one of the few positive things in his life at that moment.

And how crucial it was for him to meet Hinata, someone with exactly the same level of passion and dedication, willing to play with him despite everything. Hinata saw his bad behavior and didn't reject him but adapted to it. Later on, he even helped Kageyama accept that part of himself, to stop living in constant fear of history repeating itself, and to embrace his role and attitude as the "king of the court."

Meeting Hinata and realizing that he is the person his grandfather promised must have been the first time in Kageyama's life that he felt 100% understood. As an autistic person, I can confirm how beautiful it is to meet someone and realize that they understand you, know who you are, and are probably mostly the same. Even in the aspects where you're not similar, it doesn't matter because they accept and love you just the way you are.

And now, he knows that he doesn't have to live in fear or feel like he doesn't fit in or that he'll always be alone in his bubble.

[bizzyizzyg]

Bones & Bones & Blood & Teeth

Ahhhhh anyways, Marcille/Farcille fic for the new episode

Spoilers for chapter 27 + episode 12

AO3 LINK

There are 206 bones in the human body. 

Marcille would know, she was looking at all two hundred of them right in front of her. 

Or- was it? 

Her eyes were a little bloodshot, staring down at the- the… the woman beneath her. 

“27 per hand, 1, 2, 3…” 

Her fingers were stained, nearly black at this point from the cold dry air around her. Still, they moved with precision, pointing to each bone, each little piece before her as she counted. 

Recounted. 

“Tibia, fibula, femurs… how many was it for the-“ 

Marcille muttered to herself as she nudged a kneecap back into place, picking them both up and hesitating before swapping which side they were on. That looked… better. 

Who was she kidding? 

She counted each toe, each rib, all 24 vertebrae. Struggling to keep the sternum and clavicles balanced in the right places. It was frustrating, her fingers were numb but every time she lifted them to her mouth to breathe life back into them, she smelt the gore-soaked into her skin and went back to work. 

Setting her hand on the skull for a moment, Marcille’s thumb traced the cranial sutures. 

“We couldn’t find your ears...” Marcille muttered to the woman under her hand, a frown finding its place on her sunken features. “Sorry… but I doubt at this point a missing stapes or two will change the outcome.” A silent laugh left her throat and she made sure the skull was still in place, careful not to chip any teeth. 

The look on Laois' face when he found it was still on her mind, the sheer dread and panic that he had failed to hide that she now felt in turn. It made her shiver, closing her eyes for a moment to focus again. 

She counts each rib, unsure if she’s done it already, doubting herself if the scapulas are facing the right way. The names of each bone are burned in the back of her throat like a sick prayer as she goes over them again. 

There are two hundred and six bones in the body of the woman she loves. She knows, she’s held every single one of them. 

Marcille finally stands, numb to the elbows but she grips Ambrosia without falter. She steels her resolve and backs away from Falin to get in position. 

This has to work. 

“Okay… I’m going to begin.” 

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

Munkustrap: I didn't understand why people care so much about their adopted traumatized kittens… until I adopted three traumatized kittens myself.

Demeter: We’ve only had Quasi, Jitterbug, and Quill for a day and a half, but if anything happened to them, we would kill everyone in this room and then ourselves.

[m34gs]

Sometimes…

Sometimes it’s not about if the horror is “objectively good”.

Sometimes you just wanna watch something fucked up.

And that’s ok.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

[paintedcrows]

Holiday Classics

Been thinking about Ford watching the 70s Animated Lord of the Rings Movies... (companion comic to this post!)

[bunny-bunny-boing-boing]

someone has got to know; you’ve got to know!!

CRT TVs are so weird and scary; they’ve been described as “cryptids” which sounds about right; they emit this weird high pitched noise which hurts slightly and i think just how did i exist that many years with it in the background (how did i exist that many years in the wrong gender!!)

the last time i saw a CRT TV in person was when i was in some derelict house and i had to get out of there. fast; the last time before that i had only known myself by my name a year—apart from family, everyone i knew then is no longer in my life, it’s like i’ve moved worlds

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[teaboot]

I feel like if you're using a lot of disposable plastic bags in your day to day life, you've gotta do something sustainable to make up for it. Like using bamboo toilet paper or eco friendly cat litter or something, yknow

Honestly I exaggerate for comedic effect, while I DO routinely use ziplock bags to hold spaghetti I cook maybe once a month and the bag itself is usually for freezer storage. I actually throw out maybe one bag a week? I DO hate washing plates and tupperware and junk but that usually just means I eat sandwiches without a plate.

I agree though that needless waste should be avoided, and I do avoid it- biodegradable bags and recyclables, empty butter tubs used to store leftovers, etc.

This said, though, not applicable necessarily for myself but for a lot of others- I feel that it's importat to remember that there are many people who legitimately NEED things like plastic straws, or catheters, or pre-packaged foods

And the idea that that's a moral failing that individuals need to personally make up for when a single billionaire blows out more CO2 in a long weekend than I will in my whole life on a superjet meet-cute in the Bolivian rainforest between humvee drag races funded by the river-polluting textiles plants they planted in a third world country to avoid EPA laws and give an entire village stillbirths and stomach cancer is an idea that those very same bigwigs have spent a LOT of time and money investing in planting in the public psyche.

Like- Glass bottles are infinitely recyclable, so why are so many drinks in plastic now? Loads of drinks manufacturers used to buy them back and clean them for re-use, so why did they stop? If they chose to make something out of a limited and environmentally irresponsible material, why is it my failing to track down a correct process of disposal for them? What if there are none in my area? Do I lobby for more recycling plants in my area? Do I set aside some of my limited time outside the pain factory of my job- which I have more than one of, thanks to rising costs of things just like that drink I just emptied- to properly dispose of this company's waste FOR them?

Say coca-cola just rolled up to your town and started dumping millions of empty plastic bottles in the street, going, "wow, you should really think about building and staffing a recycling depot, it would be really shameful of you to just put these in the trash." When companies purposefully use materials with limited lifespans- because yes, even plastic can only be reused so many times- and tell you it's your own fault if it harms the environment- that's essentially what they're doing, just with more steps.

Yes, its important to be as environmentally concious as we can in our day to day life, but responsible sustainability is not catholicism. We don't get good boy points from our lord and savior Captain Planet every time the average low-income household gathers together to hold hands and repent for a single-use plastic that allows them to access something they need.

Entire families could eat trees and shit dead lithium batteries for years and still not do as much damage to the planet as an average dye plant or braindead celebrity does in a week just for fun, and I'm mad about it

...this went on longer than intended.

TL/DR: DO recycle and minimize waste, but don't beat yourself up over the little waste you can't avoid, and follow the money.

EDIT: Part 2

[keferon]

Guys. Guys they’re miners. They’re tiny cogless miners. Guys

I blacked out and filled the whole three canvases with sketches of them being itty bitty goobers. Figured Imma show you some haha

[angelscometrue]

Edwin was sacrificed using a book about magic and rituals. So after escaping hell he became an expert in all magic elements and acquired all the books about the subject. Using his magic knowledge to help people (see Niko, or the ghost in the pilot)

Charles was beaten to death by bullies. So he became the brawn, using his cricket bat to defend people. Beating up demons and violent people (see David,).

something about Edwin and Charles taking the thing that had killed them and making It their greatest weapon to help others.

[nagasleeps]

your teeth and your tongue, bright red from tiger's blood

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

[cardo-de-comer]

I want to replay Indika very bad lately