#im actually completely serious

[karlkapri]

i love all the people on here that are like "im sad my sports team lost. gotta go write porn about it."

[sonknuxadow]

LOVE LOSES !!!!!!!!!!!!

[oceanwithouthermoon]

people hate teenage girls so much that i can literally say "teruhashi is conceited, fake, judgemental, and manipulative, but she has incentive to change and is only that way because of how shes been treated her whole life" and theyll still go "wow are you justifying the horrible things she thinks? youre acting like shes a perfect, hurt little angel who did nothing wrong"

PLEASE READ !!! GENUINELY BEGGING YOU TO LEARN TO READ !!!

[niymue]

i tried so hard to fight it but im just actually so disappointed with veilguard.

as a video game, its fine! the gameplay is fun and it’s visually stunning. but as a dragon age game it’s… not good. even if we somehow ignore all the massive world breaking lore inconsistencies, it’s supposed to be a story heavy RPG. but it’s so shallow, so surface level. there are so many issues with so many of the decisions the devs or ea or whoever made leading to the final state of this game and it’s actually so sad.

I feel like im grieving what could’ve been, making new saves in hopes it’ll somehow be better this time around, and it just isn’t.

[tsutsumi-kurose]

spiraling about the framing here… the way tsukasa is specifically positioned with these two marks so visibly on display, one so temporary it’s drawn like it’s already fading deeming him guilty and the other so solid and near-permanent deeming him the most important and beloved thing in hanako’s life… the way the guilty mark is on his hand marking what he does (if we take hands to represent actions) as making him guilty but the mark of love, which as we know from sumire could be anywhere on his body, is right on tsukasa’s face... the way love is so much stronger than guilt and blame

it reminds me so much of:

I know we don’t have confirmation that he’s talking about tsukasa here, but even if it’s just thematically, the faded guilty stamp and the permanent yorishiro seal are so reminiscent of amane defending this person unrelentingly, never budging, and paying little to no mind to tsuchigomori’s condemnations of this person’s actions. the faded stamp and bold seal contrasting so heavily to say “actions are so fleeting and always changing but love is unwavering.” amane protects this person despite what they’ve done to him. amane kills tsukasa and tsukasa comes back marked as the pinnacle of hanako’s love. actions and guilt and blame are so complicated in tbhk, but love always endures. and it’s all shown so succinctly in this one image of tsukasa this chapter

[catominor]

do you guys think a small a nd sickly senator can really have a virtuous and wise stoicful mindset

[faunandfloraas]

i hope whatever weird thing thats wrong with me is resolved by the concert next month bc if its not im really not seeing how i'll be able to go

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

comparing elia martell to princess diana is kinda insane

cause the real princess diana of westeros was rhaegar

[buggbuzz]

my gender is like meat leaf i think. boy materials in the structure of girl. like im a girl made out of boy things but not in a transman way like i like being female im just. a girl-leaning boygirl. maybe??

[chaoticas-hell]

Nicky should get more love and credit for one big reason:

Raising teenagers is fucking scary y'all

Sincerely,

A 21 yr old raising their 15 yr old brother

[good-beanswrites]

I'm going to do a more serious/sweet one but while trying to write Es-Fuuta sibling dynamic this happened adsfdsf

Es squinted around the scene of the crime. Amane was sitting closest to ground zero: the plate that used to hold Es’ breakfast. Mikoto was at the stove cooking eggs. Fuuta was getting a drink over at the counter. Mahiru sat on the other side of Amane, enjoying some tea. She was the first to notice their expression.

“Is everything alright, Warden?” 

They drew themselves up, glad their uniform heels gave them a bit of extra height. “Do you know where my pastry went?” 

“Ah, I had one ready for everyone! I left one out for you near the toaster~”

“Yes, and I put it on the table. Now it’s gone.” They gestured to the empty plate. Mikoto glanced over. “I was looking forward to it.”

It was an understatement. Mahiru had baked them the night before, and Es had thought about the treat the entirety of the night, and all of the morning. Their stomach grumbled, as if agreeing.

Mahiru shook her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see anyone move it,” she said.

“Neither have I,” Amane said.

“I don’t know where it went,” Mikoto said. 

Fuuta shrugged.

Es squinted at him. He still stood with his back turned, fumbling with his drink. “Fuuta?”

There was no ‘I didn’t take your fucking pastry!’, no ‘what the hell are you blaming me for?’, no ‘how dare you?’ He just shrugged again, more exaggerated. 

Es moved around the table.  “Fuuta…”

He hurried to turn his body away from them. In doing so, he revealed himself to the others. Mahiru gasped. 

“You ate it!”

Finally he spoke, his voice desperate through the mouthful of food. “I didn’t know!” 

But Es was ready to take down the criminal.

“You ate it??” They grabbed him from behind, preventing his escape. 

“Hey,” came Fuuta’s muddled words, “get off!”

They weren’t really sure what their next move was – it wasn’t like he could give the pasty back. Still, they clung tight. Fuuta tried to shrug them off, but Es would show him they weren't some weak kid he could mess with.

“You think you can just go around stealing my breakfast with no consequences?” They yanked him back, throwing him off balance.

He did his best to stand his ground “I told you –”  he swallowed, erasing all evidence of the awful deed, “– I didn’t even know it was yours!”

“Ha! A convenient excuse!”

The two struggled back and forth. The others looked on with a mix of unease and amusement. They decided not to intervene. Fuuta managed to gain a moment of freedom, only for Es to use the momentum to take them both to the ground. 

They lay sprawled, still arguing about the bygone breakfast, when Jackalope hopped into the kitchen. He stared the two right in the eye.

“A-ah. Jackalope.” Es scrambled to their feet. They coughed. “My apologies. I was simply… delivering some justice.”

Fuuta stood as well, brushing himself off. “Some justice! This was as shoddy as your usual warden duties…”

They glared at one another. 

The rabbit just stared. 

Es bowed their head, their expression calming down. “My apologies. I may have gotten a bit carried away.” Jackalope started hopping away. Es moved to follow him, muttering, “Fuuta was the one who started it, though.”

“Like hell I did!”

“The pastry didn’t eat itself, now did it?”

“I didn’t just fucking fall to the ground myself, did I?”

“I’ve seen you do it before…”

“I swear, I’m gonna…!”

[blue-banditt]

Just told my parents I'm going to kill myself if I don't get top surgery before Trump makes it federally illegal for me to 😺 wish me luck lmao

[pikkish]

Crack headcanon: the UAC in Eternal was never pro demons, they just made ridiculous propaganda to turn people away from it but it backfired on them spectacularly

Hayden when his ad campaign fails so bad that his employees open an uncontrolled portal to hell and the Doom Slayer wakes up from his millenia long imprisonment to come beat him up:

[mythalism]

10 years to 10 days…. i could cry

[rowanisawriter]

i have a lot of major life changes coming up (potential new job, moving across country, selling house, etc) and in between this i have dragon age brain death looming like a threat, the heavy shadow my upcoming hyperfixation is casting on me rn is truly threatening im scared

[frostios]

(guy whos been drawing all day) man i wanna draw....