#instead of y’know

[shaxxophone]

Do you ever just read something that is SUCH obvious propaganda that you need to lay your face against a flat surface for like five minutes?

[myglassesareinkansas]

I spend summers away from my hometown specifically to have much-needed space from my parents, and the first day after not seeing me for 24 hours, my mom badgers me relentlessly and won’t leave me alone

[doctorsiren]

I had a thought

[arlertaddict]

just because you plot the murder doesn’t mean you necessarily enact the murder. sometimes.

[turtleblogatlast]

Mikey and Leo episode centered around Mikey wanting to push Leo and Draxum together since Leo’s the most reluctant to give Draxum any grace (for good reason!) But, thinking on the spot, Leo says he’s gotta go do something for Hueso and “just can’t hang out right now 😔” (yes, he says the emoji out loud.)

Mikey calls his bluff and now the three of them (Mikey having grabbed a weary Draxum along) go to Hueso’s to find that yes, he actually does have a job for him. Said job asks for Leo to go with Hueso to deliver multiple pizzas to this giant yokai quite a distance away, and Hueso figured it would probably go better with Leo’s help (emphasis on probably.)

Well, Mikey decides that this would be a great bonding opportunity for them and basically invites he and Draxum along. Unfortunately for Leo, Hueso doesn’t care enough to wave away more help, though he does side-eye the wanted criminal Baron Draxum coming with them. But who is he to judge? (This choice has consequences.)

The journey goes about as terribly as you’d expect, but at least the pizzas get delivered on time.

[applestorms]

thinking about how near refers to light at the end of the series— not really as light yagami, not even really as kira, and not quite as L, but rather an amalgamation of titles: L-KIRA, a twisted mix of two personas, masks on top of masks. no longer a person but a series of letters, a filtered voice through a screen. a man who has built his entire life in the space between lies, who cannot let himself stop for a second without the weight of his own guilt, his sins, crushing him. regrets repressed because this is the only way it could ever be, it has to be worth it, it has to, it has to, because you can’t even bring yourself to consider what it all means otherwise.

i am a firm believer that light yagami, the son, the student, the average human person, dies at the same time that L does. at least at the beginning of the series he has some semblance of normalcy to hold himself to, the Serious Student persona that keeps him walking to and from school and talking to people and eating dinner with his family at home. how many times do we really see him going outside, post-L death? how often do we see him outside of some L-based police HQ, talking to people he isn’t trying to manipulate? really, it’s no wonder he falls so far, alienated as he is from the rest of humanity. when was the last time he breathed long enough to remember what the sky looks like? hugged his mom, laughed with his sister? did he ever visit his father’s grave? does he remember what the breeze smells like? was he ever really happy? did he deny himself his only chance?

at least in the case of L and near the isolation feels intentional, a preferable choice, carefully and logically considered for all the pros and cons. light never asked for the position he fell into, that fell upon him, that he created for himself. he denies the death note being a curse, but it’s not like he could ever admit it if it was.

light’s story arc in death note really feels like a tragedy to me, specifically in the sense that he never really gets the chance to change. on a plot level this is true, much of the second half of the story post-L death is light utilizing the exact same strategies as before (taking away his ownership of the DN to Strategize, romancing a woman he doesn’t care for to use her, fighting a snarky troll of a super genius hiding behind a letter whose real name & face he cannot find), but it’s true on an emotional level too. light never really gets to grow up, he never gets the chance to truly question his ideals or goals without the world he’s built by himself crashing down around him.

i keep thinking back to the significance of matsuda asking him about his dad, how he could drag him to his death for the sake of all of this. light’s response, so truthful in its desperation, really sums it all up: he died for a reason. KIRA has to win, or his dad died for nothing. he cannot face the idea that he caused his own father’s death, so KIRA must be justice. there is no other alternative. KIRA is god, or light yagami killed his own father for a fairytale.

really, it’s so fitting that his name uses the kanji for moon. moonlight— not originating from the moon itself but a reflection, of something brighter, greater, more powerful than he could ever be. light dies the same way as every other criminal he passed his judgement upon, on his knees and desperate, pathetic, begging for life even as he knows he is doomed to the same fate of nothingness that he granted to everybody else. godhood denied. he said it himself, that he could never be anything more than a human, but somewhere in the fog he lost track of the person he once was. and it’s near’s cruelest observation that stands out the most to me in that final scene— that he never really had to be this. he could’ve stopped at any point, felt his guilt, paid his regrets, and moved on with his humanity still intact. light has spent far too long repressing and denying to ever consider that an option anymore— but there was still room for sympathy for the 17 year old kid who killed without thinking, long before he built up such a dedicated palace of lies to justify his actions and hide away his guilt.

L-KIRA dies on the floor of a dirty, abandoned building, surrounded by the people he spent years manipulating and lying to and betraying. light yagami dies in a helicopter, locked and chained to his only closest equal, holding a notebook that he would use to sound the death knell of his own fate and wearing his father’s gifted watch.

[yaoigoddess9158]

Little lighting test (that may or may not become an animation test later depending on my motivation) ^^

+ Extra

[chaoticlad]

I felt like it

Crappost

[stygianheart]

Since we’re (most likely) getting a season 2 of OPLA, I swear to god if Ace doesn’t simultaneously look like a greasy rat living in a sewer and also a super hot man I might throw a fit.

AND HE BETTER SIT LIKE THIS—

[magicicephoenix]

could you pretty please draw the deformed version of the butcher gang with the pallette bonfire? /nf

-your "average" butcher gang enjoyer

why yes i can! :) here are your lovelies

the butcher gang with #25 - bonfire

[aceattorneyrambles]

(Slight Ace Attorney Spirit of Justice Spoilers Ahead)

A headcanon I have about Apollo is that, as a baby and as a child he has his signature “antenna”, but as an adult he needs to gel his hair to get it to look like that.

It got me thinking - what if, more than just a preference for styling his hair in this certain way, there was a bigger reason behind doing his hair like this?

Think about it. His hair is one of his most identifying features, right? More than anything else it is the first thing that people see when they meet Apollo. His hair is a way to spot him in a crowd.

So, imagine a younger Apollo Justice, going through his life struggling through the foster system, connecting to no one but one other kid all the while. Imagine little Apollo, who claims to have given up hope on his adoptive father ever coming back for him, suddenly realizing that a trait of his that directly ties to his past appearance is changing. Maybe his “antenna” stopped defying gravity, maybe they start falling over his forehead in a similar style to his late biological father he knows nothing about, but either way his hair was changing.

I can see why a younger Apollo, a bit more jaded but not completely lacking in hope yet, would then start purposefully styling his hair to keep it looking as its always looked. And he hasn’t stopped since.

Even if he doesn’t realize it (or want to think about it), maybe he wants to be seen. To be recognized.

It’s been a long time since Dhurke has seen him, after all.

[novelconcepts]

Shoutout to fifteen year old me, who started keeping journals early on in high school. These have the distinction of:

Being written exclusively in pencil

Numbering up to 26 from the midpoint of sophomore year through graduation

Being formatted as a back and forth script-style conversation between me (M) and “my rational side” (R) (bless)

Including a truly perilous amount of quotes the context for which is lost now, but which chronicled any time a girl I found pretty talking to me, any teacher comments I found amusing, and a stupid number of song lyrics

Being the place I worked out my queerness at a truly staggeringly sluggish rate, despite being Gay As Fuck from birth

Having a title

That title was “The Parodied Life of a Teenage Sock Puppet”

Because of course it was

Being a really helpful, wonderfully introspective way of working out my shit long before I had any idea I was helping myself out

Keep journals, kids. They may be embarrassing, but they’re also an amazing method of storytelling for your future self. And sometimes they manage to survive water line breaks against all odds, which is a marvel in and of itself.

[deus-ex-mona]

for the record, this is a ✨nagisa safe space✨

~~please dni if you dislike nagisa and/or nghy~~

[miketownsends]

i NEED the Padres to win tonight so i can stop stressing over the possibility of the single least compelling WS - Yankees/Dodgers

[turtleblogatlast]

Fun little silly thought I had about the Lair Games and specifically Leo deliberately losing is all the reasons he could have for doing so.

My favorite headcanon for his main motivation is that Splinter wasn’t proud of him anymore.

I imagine that, in the beginning, winning the Lair Games was Leo’s opportunity to shine. He wasn’t artistic or the baby of the family like Mikey, wasn’t a tech genius who created amazing inventions like Donnie, wasn’t the eldest who was insanely strong and dependable like Raph. So he had to shine somewhere else- anywhere else- and what better way to get attention than to be a winner? A champion?

And then he won too much. And it wasn’t special anymore. He got too big headed, too cocky, he knew this was his element and he ran with it.

Splinter’s words of congratulations slowly petered out. Suddenly, there was no real reason to win.

Winning feels empty when the only one cheering you on is yourself.

So- Leo schemed. And he’s a great schemer, fooling his whole family (and Donnie did deserve a win- people were way happier when he won.)

He even gave up his prized possession! His room!

Though he knows his brothers probably think it’s a bad prize. A terrible one, even.

Leo doesn’t sleep much as is, though. So Dad’s snores were more comforting than anything. It was reassuring to hear him so clearly alive and close by.

Even if the distance between them was larger than Leo’d like.

He’d just have to find something else, something more to show his dad that Leo was someone to trust, to be proud of, to love.

He gets his chance soon after, when he needs to pull off a plan against Big Mama at his dad’s side. Leo can only hope this victory is one that has a lasting effect when his father looks at him with pride once more.

Victory, for Leo, is a pretty loaded term.

[theshadowrealmitself]

I actually love Vulcans’ self control and I love it when they’re portrayed as very purposely composed and level headed, like there’s just something about them appearing emotionless because they put in so much effort and discipline into it

But I do love jokes about the small things getting to them, like they’re perfectly in control of themselves after getting hit with some weird pollen while everyone else is affected but then later on you do a stupid lil pun and they have to walk away quickly so they don’t show any emotion