#i'm feeling a lot. i'm feeling a lot and i have a lot of brainrot

[gonersgoners]

sometimes i remember these panels and i lose my ability to keep sane

[xanvasofxords]

Jerza arts that live in my brain rentfree and 24/7

[ghoulbrain]

my favorite aspect of vaultghoul is how they started off with such an intense power imbalance, but lucy managed to flip it on its head by single-handedly taking out that facility and helping him. in one swift move she showed him that her ideals aren't just cotton candy. that she can be strong AND good. he may have played a hero once upon a time, but she's the real deal.

you can see that's precisely what's on his mind when he meanders in there and pops in one of his old movies. the exact movie that marked a moral shift for his heroic character.

The audience, they wanna see that even a good man such as yourself can be driven too far.

and he was. he was driven so far into doing what it took to survive that he forgot what it takes to be human. lucy is his reminder.

[yujeong]

Pete's fever wasn't going down. It wasn't really Pete's fault. He had started eating more regularly, even if slowly to not upset his stomach. (He didn't want to vomit his insides all over the duvet again. It hadn't been a pleasant experience.) He had started sleeping more, too, and even though it had mostly been accompanied by disturbing dreams and could be described as anything but nourishing, at least it was something. This wasn't really Vegas' fault, either. Well. It was. It was difficult to explain, and Pete didn't quite have the mental capacity or the patience to make Vegas understand why he hadn't magically healed in a day thanks to a bowl of noodles, a couple of pills and some bandages wrapped around his torso. In all honesty, that was a lie. Despite Pete's reluctance to admit it, he had been way more patient that he should have. More than he could sustain. Today, his patience seemed to be at its limit. Pete didn't let it show - he never did, he couldn't afford to, not even now - but he could feel it brewing under his skin. The urge to snap at an anxious Vegas hovering above him with blood-shot eyes and trembling limbs was big and tempting, but Pete knew better than to succumb to it. He simply closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose, trying to forget about it. Vegas, of course, wouldn't allow that. "Pete," he heard Vegas whisper. When he didn't respond, Vegas said it again, louder. "Pete. Hey, look at me." Pete did. "Do you not hate me?" Pete didn't answer. "Don't you want to kill me?" Pete sighed. He refused. H wouldn't give Vegas the satisfaction. "How would you do it?" This was starting to get irritating. "Vegas-" "Tell me, Pete. What would you do? Would you use your hands or a weapon?" Pete couldn't escape this. He realized when he looked at the pure desperation in Vegas' eyes. "I'm a bodyguard, aren't I?" he foolishly said, his voice breaking slightly. He lifted his head and stared at the ceiling. He could picture it; him wearing his uniform, blowing Vegas' brains out with his gun. The image brought him no satisfaction. Only a faint sense of dread he couldn't rationalize. Vegas' humming snapped him out of it. "Yes, I can see that. I can't imagine you using a knife, though." Pete felt slightly offended by that comment for some reason. "Why? Don't you think I have the guts?" "It's too... emotional a choice for you. You wouldn't use it to kill me." Right. Pete huffed in amusement. "I guess you're right. I'm not like you." This did the trick. Pete could feel the effect of his words, the hostility Vegas was emitting. It gave him goosebumps, despite the temperature of the room. The sound of the door closing harshly made him flinch, a racing heartbeat remaining for a while afterwards. It didn't bother him. He was finally left alone. It didn't matter if he'd manage to get better or not. If only Vegas could see that.

(A snippet inspired by a scene in the movie "Eileen")

[lenowom]

good morning, I started watching puppet history last month and I had an absolutely WONDERFUL IDEA

[oh-meow-swirls]

happy no yo-kai watch announcement ig. uhhh.

take more yo-kai watch/persona 4 crossover art (i wanted to draw more but this took like an hour alone)-

[rinbylin]

谁说我儿子一个人？ who said my son is on his own? x

[trashlie]

Shinae has been an interesting grounding rod for Nol from REALLY early on. Like, doing a reread right now, it's really clear that Nol and Shinae had a connection really early in. They respond to each other with a lot of earnestness - that ecfortlessness that makes it easy for them to really get along. I think Nol really was eager about their friendship. He came on strong because at this point, all of the make believe had become real. It was no longer solely for their benefit, he was benefiting and enjoying. And somehow in that, Shinae and their very real friendship became this grounding rod.

These are only the moments that she manages to pull him from moments of panic, but we've seen the effects she has on him in other places, too - the chicken nuggie hand holding, putting his ear bud back in his ear - moments where for a moment she provides him comfort and reassurance. Seeing the really early moment after the arcade, when seeing Yui put Nol on edge and made him panic and swat Kousuke away be a time where Shinae just being there pulled him down from it was just !!!!!!!!! No wonder Kousuke was so interested in them and using Shinae to manipulate Nol. He could see plain as day her effect on him was wholly unusual for him. That she could assuage his mood.

God!

From the very, very beginning, Shinae had a big effect on Nol. Like, from the very beginning, they have been responding to this effortless, natural relationship between each other and it's really interesting to look back at this after what's been happening in this arc. Nol thought he was doing it to help Shinae, to maybe benefit Dieter, but in the end she ended up meaning something to him, too. I love seeing it in retrospect, because there were so many times I looked for double meanings in certain interactions and now it's clear that it was just... them. Them and their chemistry and their energy that made them so interesting to each other and how simply existing in proximity of each other made them care against their better wishes AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

[the-eye-of-the-dragon]

Art fight roundup! I had a lot of fun doing this this year :)

In order: Sen (BG3) for @kazehita Sirius for Freuevan Lia Bravo for @crabbys-stuff Beatrice for @aceair Skye for yellow_snow69 Addy for DoodlingDweebus Falena Dal for Deenosaurs Sade for Artistpatato

[guppygiggles]

😵‍💫 Ehe...

[svtskneecaps]

ok im beggin y'all for a few incredible folks to do a summary of whatever the fuck happens at the dinner tomorrow bc i won't be able to watch until at absolute minimum an hour after it starts and by then i imagine if there's going to be a firestorm, it'll already be over, so i need the DEETS i am begging someone to put it all in one place

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

good sir I diagnose you with found family syndrome, you are these kids' dad now

[kg2hub]

kindergala? more like: lou singlehandedly revives the kindergarten tumblr rp community part 2 electric boogaloo /lh /silly

[ishikawayukis]

ok so maybe people weren't lying and exercise is actually good for you because i haven't had insanely bad cramps and my pms didn't make me think hey i wanna die actually and i might be in a great mood after cycling for an hour and yeah my sleep is slowly getting better so like yeah whatever 🙄

[selvepnea]

Thinking about. That one post about art. And how it's never good enough. Since you're the one that made it. And how. It might relate to how I view myself?

[andi-o-geyser]

Every day I wake up and my close friend and adventuring party member who I’ve been flirting with for years who also recently set off the trap that accidentally killed me while attempting to retrieve a magical suit of armour from the tomb of the goddess of death hasn’t told me in a quiet moment together that he’s known a lot of people with money and they are definitely not worth me, nor has my close friend and adventuring party member who I’ve been flirting with for years who has also recently covered for me while facing the necromantic murderers of my family at a formal dinner stood in front of my weapon while I was possessed by a demon, ready to attack her and all our friends, touched me gently on the face and told me to take of the mask before calling out my full name and telling me to fight the monster inside of me and by doing so successfully pulled me back from the brink. also, not so coincidentally, in both cases this “close friend” is my heart and judgement and the future I have chosen. I mean like why do I even try anymore