#it's lame but oh well

[fivewholeminutes]

Sleep token fandom under every comment about revealing their identities or the genre of their music

[zeldareference]

bro thought he had rizz 😭😭💀

silly :3

also!! a crappier doodle thing too 🔥 bc tbh id say theyre both freaky……. except one is much more obvious abt it than the other……..

fell sans belongs to underfella

swap sans belongs to popcornpr1nce

[otome-dissection]

Idk man I just think that mizu/ena5 and its progression was really beautiful actually. I just think that the release of the ena5 song was also really beautiful and kind of the nail in the coffin for me and I haven't been able to get the event(s) out of my head all week and that I kind of want to talk about it, actually.

It's about being hurt so deeply and continuously that any kindness that could be offered to you manages to feel like a sin, that it makes you crumble and shatter but for all the wrong reasons, not because of the newfound safety, not out of relief, but something worse and more deeply ingrained in you than kindness ever was. It's about carefully measuring the distance at which you keep others away from yourself, to ensure that it never happens again ("To save yourself the trouble", if that makes it easier).

It's about realizing that the people you've been spending all this time with are drifting closer, that they just might bump up against the unsightly parts of yourself that you've tried to keep locked away, it's about turning around and sprinting at full speed and slamming the door shut and holding onto the handle behind you to stop it from turning, because you're as frightened of the possibility of another wound being inflicted on you as you are of the possibility that kinder, gentler hands will reach out and smooth over the exposed scar. It's about hating eyes that judge and silently condemn you as much as you hate eyes that simply see you and take all of you in without scrutiny, because no matter what they're looking and they're looking at you and they know that your hand's on that door handle and they know that you're hiding something because, as much as you try to keep it shut, they've seen through the crack that you foolishly left open.

(The prominence of eyes in Bake no Hana, specifically eyes looking and searching, and finally landing on you, the viewer, Mizuki, is so fucking. Visceral in my opinion. Every character in the MV stares at the viewer in a deadpan, almost judging way. Even though Mizuki knows deep down that niigo won't really hate them, won't judge them, she just can't stand their kindness either; any gaze directed at her is a loss, another prick in their skin. It screams "don't look at me" while making sure that you know, with horrific certainty, that they're looking for you, that you're being watched. You can't go outside, can't leave your room, because they're searching for you, and while that should be reassuring, to you it's anything but).

It's about not wanting to be dissected, whether it's with hands that want to pull your organs apart or stitch them back together because no matter what they're there, and they're getting frighteningly close to your heart. It's about blinding yourself and covering your eyes to it all because seeing means exposure and exposure means they're taking something from you and you can't do anything about it, much less take it all back, much less have a say in the matter. Everyone's just taking and taking and taking and you wish you could just be alone. You wish everyone would just disappear and you could live in a world all to yourself, for only yourself (but is that really what you want?).

It's about the way that, near the beginning of the Yoka ni Mitoreta MV, Mizuki and her loneliness is represented as a dark, splotchy stain in the shadows. No colors, no patterns, no way to clean it or wash it all away, just raw ugliness marring a blank canvas. It's about the way that Ena reaches out to it anyway, the way she startles when the glass shatters just when she finally starts reaching forward, the way that the rest of the MV/song represents her searching for and reaching only further out to Mizuki, even if the broken shards of glass will only cut her fingers, potentially leaving scars.

It's about how, in every way, subtly, directly, consciously, and subconsciously, Ena shows that she fucking cares.

It's about the way that Ena lets Mizuki have autonomy, despite the situation being so horribly out of their control. And it's such a delicate thing: If she really wants to, Mizuki can take the opportunity to just run away, keep running forever, repeat the cycle over and over, and maybe she'll just destroy herself with it again, but it can't be denied that it's something important to them, something she can't quite live without just yet, their means of survival. Mizuki's autonomy is their identity, it's her tailoring her own clothes and choosing her own ribbons and styling her own hair the way she does. Ena letting them have that is as much about trust as it is about understanding that Mizuki of all people should have this right, when control was something stripped from her throughout so much of her life. She couldn't control how she was born, how people look at her or why, can't control what they think of her; lacking control has only left Mizuki vulnerable to the cruelties of others, has only caused them to suffer, which is why it's so important that it's given to them now.

She had the control to make the choice to see niigo's welcoming love and run away instead of staying, and she has the control to make the choice now whether she wants to keep things the way they are or take a step forward to be at their side again. She has every right to have it, and I think the fact that Ena realizes and respects that, even if it's subconsciously, is really beautiful (there is an entire fucking Verse about this in the new song and just. God Look at this. It's so caring, unconditional, and for fucking What. I think there is something to be said about how much Ena is willing to put aside for Mizuki, and maybe deep down it isn't healthy, but for now I'm just kind of in awe)

It's about how insanely patient Ena has been this whole time. Mizuki says that she basically lied to Ena's face about telling her their secret, even after Ena said with such conviction that she would wait for Mizuki as long as it takes, and Ena is just kept waiting and waiting and worrying like this seemingly indefinitely. It's about how Mizuki danced around it, avoided it, kept the distance, straight up ran when she was finally pushed, but Ena still chased anyway when she saw that she couldn't wait anymore, kept chasing just enough to intervene and get a straight answer out of Mizuki when she really needed to, but still leaving her enough space to leave if that was truly what she wanted. It's about how relieved Ena is the moment that Mizuki finally says outright how much they want to be with her and niigo, how much she wants to try, how much more light Ena's voice sounds when she grabs her hand, relieved, the way that the relief she feels can be felt through the music, throughout the entirety of Yoka ni Mitoreta, the way that warm colors always follow her when she chases after Mizuki, just to hold onto her and stop her from running away completely.

It's about how that careful combination of Ena's directness, Ena's persistence, Ena's warmth, her patience, her bluntness about her feelings, the way she chases and holds on but not too tight and her regard for how unsafe and exposed Mizuki feels actually works and breaks it all down. It's about how she really did reach through to Mizuki, despite the thorns and broken glass shards and nearly-unfulfilled promises, the way that Mizuki did finally let her turn the door handle and step through to see what she'd been hiding all this time, the way that Mizuki's hand, limp, when Ena first grabs onto it, shifts to hold hers back as they cry in the face of Ena's gentleness.

Despite how harsh Mizu/Ena5, and even Ena herself as a character can be (or at least was in the very beginning of pjsk), everything is somehow gentle and warm in the end, blindingly so. And you know what, I think that's beautiful. And what's even more beautiful than that is how Mizuki allows themself to crumble and shatter under that kindness, that warm light, but this time, finally, out of relief.

On a final note, I just want to say that I also appreciate how all that didn't have to solve everything. The scars haven't disappeared, haven't gone away, and Mizuki knows that their desire to run hasn't gone away forever, and maybe it never truly will. But for now they've calmed it, at least a little. She's learning to allow herself to be seen, learning that when someone's fingertips brush over their scars the way Ena's did that it's only out of care, and that maybe taking in that care and allowing herself to feel kindness and safety is okay. They're safe, for now, somehow. They're learning. They're trying. And I think that's cool :)

[braindedtempura]

winter time donna

drew donna (and angie) for an assignment,,.. i think i'm satisfied with how it turned out but also oh my god painting is NOT my strong suit

have the whole 8 MINUTES AND 52 SECONDS timelapse omfg i struggled so much

[karmelarts]

the get down circa 2017 literally shouldve had this website in a fucking chokehold like. shao and zeke shouldve had white yaoi tumblr ship levels of engagement..... we're in the worst timeline

[flightdescending]

badly frankensteins the thing

[iizuumi]

Side effects of wearing your Kaiju suit too often ,,,, Part 3

[yakeisoda]

(sans voice) u feel ur sins crawling on ur back

[ginaporterr]

- So, if Gina didn't tell Ricky to publicly sing to Nini, he wouldn't have gotten Troy. - But if Ricky hadn't mentioned he was auditioning, Gina wouldn't have shown up, period.

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL: THE MUSICAL: THE SERIES | 4x06 – Trust the Process

[anatomical-puppet]

THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT (but i also kinda wanted to)

[id under the cut]

A digital illustration of Klavier Gavin from Ace Attorney. Klavier is in the center of the canvas and is colored in shades of pink, yellow, and dark magenta. His long hair is unkempt, spilling over his shoulders and only loosely forming its usual twist. He’s in the outfit he was wearing during the flashback segment of Turnabout Succession, including his sunglasses. His eyes are very wide, with small, vibrant blue pupils. He has no mouth. His left arm is tucked up so that the hand is close to his chest; the hand itself has much paler skin than the rest of Klavier, as well as blue-painter nails and both a skeletal visage and a scar on the back. The fingers take on an unnatural blue hue closer to their tips. Klavier appears to have stitched the left hand onto his own arm using glowing blue thread, which is attached to the needle he’s holding in his right hand. In the corners of the image are pieces of evidence, all colored entirely in blues; the gun found at the scene of Magnifi Gramarye’s death, the bottle of Ariadoney nail polish, and the commemorative Troupe Gramarye stamp, now torn into two pieces. The tear passes through Zak Gramarye, and both pieces of the stamp bear red stains around Zak’s head. The background is a very dark blue- almost black- except for a lighter section behind Klavier. Within the lighter section is a very faint image of the forged page of Magnifi’s diary. The lighter section is surrounded by a cyan chain. There are also two much larger cyan chains that form an X behind Klavier, but in front of the forged page.

[ssruis]

There’s definitely potential in putting rui in a time loop where tsukasa keeps fucking dying and rui has to solve this issue. Rui voice time for another fun day with my friends! (Tsukasa is crushed by a stage light) (Tsukasa is hit by a car) (Tsukasa falls off the roof in a freak fencing malfunction) (Tsukasa just trips and falls really badly and dies)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I hope everyone whos walked behind me today has acknowledged the fact ive just been staring at rivals magneto for the past hour

[jadewritesficshere]

18+only

Steve rubs his eyes as he pulls the car into the parking lot. He yawns as he comes to a stop. Steve blinks a few times to get rid of the remnants of sleep as the passenger door opens and Eddie collapses in. "Thanks for picking me up," Eddie rushes out in one breath.

Steve hums slightly, reversing the car out of the lot and back down the road. "Can't believe the van died on me-" "seat belt." Steve interrupted, reaching across Eddie for the seat belt.

And if his hand felt against Eddie's chest, well who's to say.

Eddie snatches the seat belt out of Steve's hand, using his other hand to swat Steve away. Steve relents with a chuckle, going back to grip the steering wheel at 9 and 2.

"These are cute." Steve feels a tug at the hem against his thigh, causing him to look down. He got woken up so suddenly, he forgot to get dressed. Clad in only his plaid boxers, a worn grey shirt, and one tube sock, Steve ventured out into the cold night.

"Shut up," Steve rolls his eyes, batting at Eddie's hand just like Eddie had done to him moments before.

And if Eddie grabs his hand and holds it, well who's to say.

They sit in companiable silence before Steve clears his throat," Oh, by the way, I got you something." Eddie let's out a delighted gasp," Oh? For me?" "It ain't much, don't sound so excited." "Thee Steve Harrington bestowing upon me a gift? It's very exciting."

"It's in the glove box." Steve stares diligently out the window as he hears Eddie click the glove compartment open. He pulls up to a stop sign and stops. He can hear Eddie inhale slowly," uh Napkins?" "What? No-" Steve clicks his tongue looking into the glove box.

He reaches over and moves some napkins out of the way, finding the small bag. "Here." He tosses it in Eddie's lap. Steve grips the wheel harder, nerves taking over as he drives away from the stop sign. Its a stupid gift he thinks.

Inside the bag are a few things Steve had happened to find that screamed Eddie in his mind. A dark feather that shimmered in the light Steve had found outside the trailer. A random D20 Steve stole borrowed from one of the kids. A guitar pick he spent hours painting Corroded Coffin on. A rock from the quarry Steve had picked up after they had went and smoked there one night. A Polaroid of the two of them high, but Steve could see the love in their eyes as they smiled at each other. The ticket stub from the first movie they went to as a date.

"It ain't mu-" "Shut up this is amazing!" Steve blushes at the praise. Eddie's hand lands on his thigh, making Steve inhale sharply. "Gonna kiss you now," Eddie murmurs into Steve's ear.

And if they pull the car over and fog up the windows, well who's to say.

[weirdmageddon]

sorry for liking davejade in 2023 btw its in a cool way though

[emberglowfox]

i kind of knew in theory that all my hobbies involved my hands but i kind of just ignored it n was like oh well im sure id manage

top ten pics taken seconds before disaster

[dolokhoded]

what's the buzz, tell me what's a-happening ???