#i love sashannarcy

[starburr]

getting the urge to watch amphibia all over again but grrrr, I got midterms to prepare for

[favmarcywu]

I love thwm so much

[mispelled]

I remembered about that frog show

[kinikxluna]

tired girls 💤

drew this bday gift for @ganiling!!!

[xtime4ames]

how does one draw ANYTHINGG

[theaccidentfactory]

After amphibia, Anne and Marcy struggle, and despite working on being vulnerable, Sasha feels like she has to be the strong one yet again for them. She holds them while they cry, encourages them to go to therapy, helps them get out of bed when they have bad days, all while laying awake at night and biting her fingernails so intensely her hands bleed while listening to her parents argue over the phone in the next room. She can't shake the feeling that she's still in the middle of an active war with an entire rebellion and her best friends' lives on her 13 year old shoulders. Anne and Marcy talk about how they admire Sasha for being so brave and strong, but they both secretly worry about her. But a lot goes unsaid in the early days after amphibia, because they're all trying their hardest to keep it together for each other. Sasha still hadn't really cried about everything that happened, how could she when she still feels like one moment of weakness will result in her friends' deaths? It's not that she doesn't feel sad, she doesn't know if she's capable of feeling anything else these days, but there is a mental block stopping the tears from actually coming. She doesn't feel safe in public or at her mom's house or her dad's apartment. She only feels safe around Anne and Marcy, but she can't cry around them, she's supposed to be strength, like the prophecy said. So she settles for throwing everything she has into making sure they stay safe and healthy. This tactic works, for a while, until one Saturday night when they all have a sleepover at Anne's house. Her back aches from the old wound and even though she knows it's fully healed, she swears she can feel the scar on her face bleed. They play typical teen sleepover games and eat large amounts of pizza and mint chip ice cream, and then it's time for bed. She helps Marcy take off her walking braces and put on her night ones, and reminds Anne to take her medication and soon enough she feels tired. She's afraid to sleep, worried about nightmares, but she hadn't had a good night's sleep in nearly 3 weeks, so she feels exhausted. Tucked into Anne's bed where she had spent so many nights while her parents hashed out the custody situation in court or went on first dates, she starts to fall asleep. The last thing she hears is Anne and Marcy quietly laughing at some cat video on Anne's brand new phone.

She doesn't remember the dream that wakes her up, she never does, just the feeling that she had somehow failed and everyone is facing the consequences. The first thing she registers is her throat producing a terrified scream. The next is feeling like she was trapped, so she thrashes around in bed, landing a few punches on the wall, earning just a sickening crack as her knuckles slammed into the rough paint. She couldn't see, couldn't breathe, and all she knew was that she needed to make sure Anne and Marcy were safe. Nothing else mattered, she didn't even matter, all that mattered is that her girls were okay.

She jumped and thrashed some more as a sudden light blinded her. She didn't scream this time, she had trained herself to not scream regardless of what was happening in order to not make herself an easy target. She felt like she was underwater as she heard her name.

She felt a hand grab the wrist that was making contact with the wall, and was about to swing in the direction of the contact when she saw it. Lime green nail polish. No one in amphibia wore that color nail polish. But Marcy did. She forced her eyes to move upward, and she made contact with Marcy's eyes. Not the ones staring her down behind the helmet as she raised the scythe, but the ones she grew up with, deep brown, that were now filled with concern.

She took a deep breath and suddenly became aware of another hand in her hair. It was her own hand, gripping her hair so tightly it was cutting off the circulation in her fingers. She saw Anne's hand going to her head, and tried not to notice how worried she looked as she gently unhooked Sasha's fingers from her own hair. Anne said something Sasha couldn't process, but it didn't matter. Her melodic voice with just a hint of the Southern California vocal fry she always swore she didn't have was enough to put her at least a little bit more at ease.

Slowly, she emerged from her panic and fear. Anne kept holding her hand, and as she came back, she could hear Anne telling her about how Domino had gotten stuck under the couch earlier that day. It wasn't anything important, but she could feel herself focusing on the story, rather than the overwhelming feeling to run or fight.

Marcy smiled at her, and ran circles around her wrist with her thumb. In that moment, there was the typical guilt associated with making them take care of her, but for the first time since leaving Grime, she felt... Seen. And very loved.

Later, she wouldn't be able to explain why that feeling was the one that triggered the tears she had been repressing for months, but she burst into tears. She cried, more like ugly sobbed. She started to turn her head into the pillow to muffle the cries and prevent her friends from seeing her, but Anne pulled her into a warm hug, wrapping her long arms around her and holding her as close as possible. As she sobbed into Anne's chest, ruining her cat printed pajama shirt with tears and snot and spit, she felt Marcy position the front of her body against the back of hers, meeting Anne's arms wrapping themselves around Sasha's shaking hyperventilating body. She cried and cried until her head ached and tears wouldn't come out of her eyes anymore, and when she stopped and her breaths slowed, she felt a glass of water being pressed against her lips, and since it was held by Marcy, she drank.

She hiccuped uncontrollably and struggled to find the right breathing pattern, but eventually she did fall asleep, sandwiched in between Anne and Marcy, feeling warm and vulnerable, but not necessarily in a dangerous way.

The next morning, she woke up in the same position as she had fallen asleep in, still being embraced by her loves. Her face was stained with tears and her throat was dry and sore, but she felt better than she had in a really long time, perhaps in her entire life.

That morning, Anne made them all pancakes.

[shamrockthenerd]

After years of being an amphibia fan I finally have these plushies and I adore them

[arcadiii]

okay i asked frogtwt for things to ramble about and i had this very fun one by @/yosai_t and i wanted to share it here

anne with sasharcy it’s words of affirmation. it’s waking up in the morning, it’s soft “i love yous” in the morning sunlight. it’s texting how their day is and leaving a ttyl, remember ilysm <3 it’s leaving notes to remind them to take care of themselves, and she cares always

sasha with marcanne it’s acts of service. it’s surprising them with breakfast in bed on the weekends. it’s driving them to wherever they need to go without needing to be asked. it’s offering a helping hand without hesitation, standing by to support them

marcy with annesha it’s physical touch. it’s intertwining hand holds that fall tragically apart only to come back together again. it’s engulfing hugs that last for what feels like hours. it’s soft kisses goodbye every morning at the door and then warm kisses to welcome them home

[azaraeth]

kisses on kisses on kisses for @dontouchperi’s #SashannarcyWeek 😗😘 i couldn’t pick just one

i’m @/lesbianboonchuy on twt, if you even care

[sasharciess]

hands you my precious babies. my prized possessions even. they deserve the world and more 🥹🥹

[newtzii]

sum doodles since I CANT COLOR but you will NEVER guess what i started rewatching

i love sasha but i recently cut my hair and realized i looked like sasha fanon and it was NOT fun

[detentiontrack]

Remember when the very first time a calamity trio member verbally expressed that they loved each other was Sasha when she was actively depressed, deep in her guilt, and feeling like she ruined every chance of ever making things okay between them and actively blaming herself for her fallout with Anne and Marcy’s “death” (and she believed Marcy was actually dead at the time)? Because I do.

[jaekaicx]

the trio always default to hanging out at anne's house, because to sasha and marcy, her place has always felt more like home than their own. its instinct for the three of them, at the end of a long day of school and sports and clubs, for their feet to walk the path to anne's house. her parents already know to have five place settings prepared. they keep the sleeping bags in anne's closet. anne hardly ever spends her nights alone anymore.

until one day, anne returns home without them

she isnt alone, far from it. her house is still anything but quiet. but it doesnt feel whole. the small signs, the remnants of their presence she hardly ever noticed before, are all that she sees. the bodies she falls asleep next to dont hold that same warmth

[robin-the-blind-sniper-rifle]

From that post about ships: romance, sashanne, sashannarcy, marcanne and sasharcy

Ooh thanks for the ask! Ronance is my otp and It’s been a long time since I’ve interacted with Amphibia but I do definitely have opinions (maybe it’s time for a rewatch). So.

Ronance: Makes sense, compels me

Marcanne: Makes sense, doesn’t compel me

Sashanne: Doesn’t make sense, compels me

Sasharcy: Doesn’t make sense, doesn’t compel me

Sashannarcy: Doesn’t make sense, compels me

I have no idea if my Amphibia opinions are popular ones but from what I remember of the show this was my outcome. Thank you!

[iamthegodofdestruction]

Happy Valentine’s Day!! To celebrate, here are my favorite ships