#idk i just love Miss P

[panzershrike-pretz]

Spoilers for the end of The Desolations of Devil's Acre ahead!!

I just think its so sweet of Miss Peregrine to remake the loop a day earlier so the kids can have peace without bombs falling from the sky every single night

And also, the trees in the form of Miss Avocet welcoming the kids with open arms is extremely kind

She didn't have to do it, she could very well kept the loop being on September 3rd, 1943

But she moved it so they could finaly be at peace after all the war and stuff against the Wights and the stress of being on the run and I just can't get over how much she loves the kids

[turtleblogatlast]

Love when people play with the idea that one of Leo’s katana could have accidentally been left in the Prison Dimension and furthermore I love when that idea has Consequences™️.

Oh a chunk of your soul is in a place nothing can escape unless by means of ripping a hole through dimensions? Good luck with that.

Imagine Leo doesn’t realize it at first, and just assumes that this off, empty feeling is just “depression kicking it up a notch haha.” Later, he thinks it’s “probably just the ✨trauma✨, that’s what Mikey’s pamphlet said, I guess.”

And then, his body heals, and the brothers go out on the first mission they’d had in a while.

Leo goes to teleport and-

He’d never known what the in-between state of teleportation felt like until then. Seeing the world in a state of everything and nothing, simultaneously. To witness reality as a mass of molecules, just an infinite well of things put together to make a whole, and he, too, is broken into pieces yet he feels it all. He doesn’t know what’s happening, and it doesn’t really hurt but it’s-

In a blink, he’s at his katana, his teleport successful.

He’d been in the inbetween for ten minutes.

[gen4grl]

you would think after all the yapping i do about these losers i would have a plethora of art uploaded … no… so here is my first kantrio post lol

i did these over the last month while watching the olympic weightlifting and jamming to kpop (stan red velvet and kiss of life BTW!!!)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I truly do appreciate all you do(and put up with) with all our asks and such. I hope all the things you wish for come to you because you deserve it. Also I have been reading your tags. Snuggle your sis’ cat for all of us cat lovers plz. <3

The peoples asks are the highlight of my day …….. most of the time …… of COURSE im happy to interact with them thank you all for being so lovely !!!!!

now excuse me can you guys watch her

[taintedcigs]

so i decided to log in after not being on here for some time... and the first thing i see is someone replying to my fics and complaining about my writing lmao yuck... if you don't like my writing pls do not read! there is a difference bw helpful advice/criticism and just straight up being mean </3

[sskk-manifesto]

Proof that bsd would be a lot better if they just let it pass the Bechdel test more often

[faaun]

ok let's catch up quickly

[peppermintpegis]

netflix one piece live action feels a little like fanfic in that it makes sure it hits all the important notes but doesnt do all the work to make them hit which works in fic where the reader is supposed to bring all the emotional story investment from the original but doesnt work in a multi million adaptation that is supposed to be able to stand on its own or even serve as an intro to the series. it even does this in service to have more koby and helmeppo gay moments in this essay i w

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

(ao3)

The worst thing, Bad knows, is the way that nothing changes. 

The clouds move slow across the sky, gentle giants on an eternal trek. The waters dance with fish; the brooks burble and sing. Grass grows. Sheep eat. Grass regrows. 

On, and on, and on, and on. 

Bad breathes in, slow, and holds it. 

It’s enough to go mad over. To become enraged for. To rip everything down just so that everything can match the- the keening lack in his heart. Grass grows. Grass has always grown. There is nothing that could ever stop grass from growing. 

His hands are curled into the ground at his sides. He clutches handfuls of the wretched plant and pulls, almost gently, and doesn’t snap a single blade.

He exhales, slow, and doesn’t inhale again. What point is there? He’s alone. No one will know whether or not he needs to breathe. He’s been alone before- days that Dapper doesn’t wake up, days where the other eggs are with their other parents. Days where he falls asleep in his chair and the ghosts are left to amuse themselves. He’s been alone before. 

He’s lost before. 

There is a sob in his throat. He refuses to let it out. It chokes him, and he takes another deep breath to try to settle it. 

There’s always- he misses Skeppy. Of course he misses Skeppy. He can’t lose Skeppy, but Skeppy isn’t here.

Dapper isn’t here. Pomme isn’t here. Richarlyson. Leo. Ramon. Chayanne. Tallulah. They’re-

Bad tears the grass out of the ground. He stares at his hands, dark claws curled around torn green plant. He tries to imagine the grass is white fur instead, but he can’t find the enthusiasm. That’s okay. The anger will be back later. 

He just- he can’t feel much beyond the loss, right now. The lack. The empty, quiet island where sheep eat grass and clouds keep moving and no eggs place any signs at all. That’s not okay, but he knows that, at least, will change. That’s how grief works. The world ends, and you end with it, and while you claw yourself up from the rubble the world ends again and sends you back under, and then again, and then again, but by the third go around you know what the tremors look like. You start to predict where it hurts the most. Then the world keeps ending but the ending just becomes a part of your world, and sometimes everything shakes but you shake with it and it’s not okay but it’s better. You get so used to the shaking that sometimes you forget that your world ever ended at all. 

How long will it take for him to forget them? 

Bad leans forwards, slowly, until he slumps into a miserable little puddle of limbs. He presses his cheek into the cool grass and when the sob rises up again he bites it back with teeth. The sun is blocked by a sombrero, now fallen awkwardly over his face, that Foolish had cheerfully placed on his head hours before. Bad doesn’t know why Foolish had put it there- except he does, and he’d seen it in the in the slightest tremor of Foolish’s smile, and so he’d kept it on. 

He can’t see them, but he can hear them laughing. Mouse, Jaiden, and Foolish, just around the corner. There have been so many people ‘just around the corner’ today. They’re so loud. They’re not the right type of loud. He feels guilty for the way that they’re comforting him, that he’s taking up their time, and then he feels angry that he feels guilty because he remembers the cage, and he knows what he really means to them, and-

They’re still here. The eggs are gone, and they’re still here. 

Forever isn’t here. 

Forever hasn’t given him a gift basket yet. 

…

…It doesn’t work. It’s a close thing, though- there’s a flicker of irritation at the thought of Forever’s awful, handsome face. Not anger, not nearly enough emotion to fill the void that is Bad’s heart, but maybe it could be. He’ll try again tomorrow. Isn’t that fun? Isn’t that something? There’s so much emotion he can’t feel any of it at all. 

Maybe it’s a bad dream. There were no remains. There was just Dapper’s top hat, and Pomme’s beret. No shell, no dead eggs. No eggs. It’s driving him mad, the maybe-yes maybe-no nature of his children’s fate.

He thinks, maybe, that tomorrow he will build a drill. 

Today, the world is dark beneath the sombrero, and the grass is scratchy and full of small twigs. Foolish laughs once, too loud. Automatically, Bad pushes himself up, because he knows Foolish, and knows how long he’s been away from the group, and he feels sick. He fumbles for his warpstone and- Foolish’s head pops around the corner- Bad freezes. Too late. 

Foolish looks at him, grin bright and neverending. Bad looks back. He can’t bring himself to say anything- he drops the sombrero at their feet. 

Foolish’s smile fades. Bad activates his warpstone again and, though the particles, he sees Foolish give him a sharp, left-handed salute. Bad can’t bite back his little laugh; Foolish knows him, too.

And then Foolish is gone. The world is purple. Then the world ends, once again, in Bad’s home. All of Dapper’s machines have stopped. Echoing noise to almost-echoing silence. Ah. Right. None of the island’s machines are working correctly. Bad will have to make a smaller drill. But he will build his drill, and he will dig, and he will find his son. 

“Dapper?” he calls, his voice cracking. The sound echoes. Only the animals answer back- they’re the only thing that stops the base from being completely silent. Grass grows. Sheep eat. Grass regrows. There’s so many animals here. What good company. It occurs to Bad, suddenly, that they’re good company. Dapper is gone, and his animals are still here, and Bad- 

He won’t kill Dapper’s pets. He is suddenly holding his scythe and he won’t hurt his son’s pets because he can’t trade them for his son and there’s a special sort of heartache to the fact that his son left behind instructions to machines that don’t work and so many animals that can’t keep Bad company the way Dapper kept him company and Bad- 

He’s holding his scythe. He’s holding the Sunshine Protector. He tries to take a breath but it comes out stuttery and he bites his tongue and. Dapper was-is always so sweet. He made Bonnie to keep Bad company, and Bad is always haunted by little ghosts but now most of all he is haunted by the love of his son. 

“Where are you?” His voice cracks on the third word. He stumbles to Dapper’s room and doesn’t think about the fact that they never got to build one for Pomme.  

The hole in his heart could swallow an island. 

Please don’t take- 

The scythe gets left outside. Bad can’t bear to look at it. Protector. There is a secure door in front of him that keeps nothing secure because now there is nothing to protect and Bad- 

-my sunshine away. 

He falls to his knees next to the empty bed. He chokes out, “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, Dapper.”

When the sob rises again, he lets it.

[deus-ex-mona]

i think these two should kiss

[oatmealdaydreams]

Hey, stargazers and flowerbeds <3

I know I've been tagged in things (never stop doing that, I love it and it makes me smile!), and I know it's been a while since I last posted a fic. This is a lil 'this is why I'm mainly doing reblogs' kind of post.

First was the holiday season, so of course I was busy during that. Then, some pretty low mental health moments. And of course, me now being sick and shit.

It's a been a few minor-ish things just piling up. I'll be okay, don't worry. Mainly just sick rn. Hoping it'll go away in a few days, so I can prep for Logince Week. So, if there's only reblogs or even radio silence days, that's why. I am simply under the weather rn.

So yeah. Energy very low. It's a lot just doing this post and trying to catch up on things I get tagged in.

I'll be okay :D

Anyway: stay safe and take care <3

[todayisafridaynight]

i miss how they used to model teeth

[nervocat]

hey nervo i just wanted to let you know about this (nothing bad)

i was 🃏,🥫 and 🐾 anon 😭 i’m v sorry i was pretty inactive as an anon, i’ve been busy but i will no longer be on here 🥹 i really hope you’ve been well !!

YOU WERE 🐾 ANON!?!?!? Now that's the one I didn't expect...... and I rlly don't care if you were inactive as an anon, you've been busy and stuff so I understand ^^

And ik you'll no longer be on here I'm 😭😭 I was at my concert rehearsal when I saw the post.. I wanted to genuinely cry but I couldn't </33 I'll miss you a lot (will try to talk more on discord with you — you said you'd still be in there right?), and I have been well! I hope you've been too :33

[charismaofobedience]

d4dj girls as background characters on others cards: a compilation.

[kuromi-hoemie]

talking about not being loved on back as a top and being unwanted and unloved as children on tumblr's hitting too close to home this morning (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

[moe-broey]

Apparently. The best shiny hunting method is to just fuck around and find out. And literally do anything else.

First one (of the YEAR on Jan 1st!) I was workn on my dex, second I was breeding for a perfect IV Sprigatito and for funsies I used a Japanese Sprigatito I got in a Wonder Trade (she had. Two (2) perfect IVs but literally who gives a shit that's a female fucking shiny starter???? HELLO??? In 66 eggs too!), and the other two I just. Found. EV training. All of them found within a couple days of each other, too (from the 1st to the 11th). My dex still isn't complete btw. Very close, but not quite.

I just think it's so fucking goofy LMFAO LIKE???? I spent hours trying to hunt for a shiny Sinistea for my team during my playthrough two separate occasions using sandwiches and the other was literally an outbreak and I also tried some other outbreak hunts and like. Zilch. I get impatient and frustrated and give up and then I decide to go back to my roots (if I love a game dearly/if it feels feasible I WILL try to fill out the dex and also training perfect Pokemon I never plan to use competitively I just like the process and having the Results) and boom. Get fucking shiny'd, idiot.

Bonus... two of them..... (also pictured: my stupid ass thinking I'm safe to breed this WT Eevee in a Love Ball bc I gave him a Destiny Knot failing to factor in that. Lilac and Lulu are literally in the same egg group both girls 😰)