#just in case the context of that is lost

[casualavocados]

"Tell him, he knows everything he needs to know and feels everything he needs to feel. And when the day comes, and those two pull together, he will be an unstoppable force for good."

[st4rsinthenight]

★rotemntee. rottmnt. rotemntee. rottmnt. guys. guys I think I'm. I'm gonna erh supernova.★

[kazeofthemagun]

Sell my Heart

[Experimental piece with some very funky colors.]

[I've definitely always pictured Kaze as having "sold his heart" to the Magun, a culmination of his misguided ambitions but also simultaneously his greatest downfall, as he was now cursed to become something both greater and lesser than a mortal. Also, the irony of a young Kaze as a thief in a cruel nation always fearing the loss of his right hand as punishment eventually choosing to give it up of his own accord. Forever losing use of it for anything besides firing the Demon Weapon. A complete metamorphosis in physicality and spirit, for the worse and for the better.]

[spaced-out-muses]

Every day I have to remember that Dr. Black Jack canonically got his name not because it was cool or edgy or because it's a gamble when you go to see him, and you don't know if he'll save your life or let you die, but because he took his given name and translated it into English like a NERD.

[todayisafridaynight]

tw // suicide

on twitter some ppl were talking about THAT jo scene from iw again and someone commented fucking "you know he was thinking about using that gun on himself" and im not sane anymore !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! added something something his faith in ichi kept him hopeful enough in the moment but then when he went to jail oh. ohhh !!!!!!!!!!!

nooo cause if That Jo Scene is the flashback scene with hoshino's death that really had to be SUUUCH a low point if not top five lowest points for him i wanted to throw up watching that <- replays it in my brain constantly

[youssefguedira]

look i haven't seen deadpool and wolverine and won't for another month if i see it at all (i'm not paying for it) so this is all conjecture but i find the fact that its marketing has been heavily focused on implying that deadpool and wolverine are/will be in a relationship, which is like clearly not going to happen this is the mcu lmao, and the fact that it has been pushing this so hard for a character whose queerness has entirely been reduced to essentially making gay jokes for extra edginess points while refusing to ever engage with it more deeply (i admit i haven't seen the first two deadpool movies in several years but he is in a long running relationship with a woman and just like. makes jokes about finding colossus hot to my memory) than that, Not A Good Look, you could say. and like come on it's 2024 this is textbook queerbaiting and for a movie that seems to be pushing its supposed potential queer relationship in all of its marketing all of the jokes have always just felt vaguely homophobic to me. maybe the movie will make me feel differently but like. i highly doubt that

[heyclickadee]

Trying to convince my family to watch Ahsoka partly because I feel like it’d be up their alley, because it’s got a somewhat OT feel, and they love the OT, aaaand partly so that they have to watch Rebels. They might be slightly lost if they don’t.

[moe-broey]

I'm like a little speechless tbh but something that's jumping out to me (aside from the obvious lmfao) is. There's a distinct feeling of absence. Of feeling isolated. Like you've been left behind. And wishing, more than anything, that you could have at least one memory together. At least one record of it.

[subconsciousmysteries]

there's an outbreak of BPD in men and it's called The Manosphere.

Since they are men and we villainize men more readily, everyone's insisting that "no it's not BPD, it's Covert NPD / Compensatory NPD". Failing to realize that these two conditions are the exact same thing. BPD is literally just the unstable and more openly wimpy version of NPD.

The core psychology of both disorders is the same solipsistic, self-obsessed sociopathy where you are completely driven by your insecurities and you view other people as mere tools to ease your constant suffering.

[starswallowingsea]

Kaoru pushes Rei off and moves to jump from the roof to the sand below. He has half a mind to kick his shoes off before running into the water, shouting Kanata’s name. 

He’s neck deep before he realizes, hot tears running down his face as he tries to keep his head above the water, voice stuck in his throat. One moment he’s pushing himself off the sand and the next he’s too far out and can’t get back up. 

His lungs don’t burn immediately, but it feels like his legs are frozen in place and he can’t move them. He briefly wonders if Rei has chased after him before he’s forced to let go of the breath he was holding. 

Water floods his nose, his mouth, his ears. His lungs are burning now with the lack of oxygen and he knows the end is near. His arms and legs have grown heavy. Kaoru is no longer struggling to come back above the water. 

He inhales and expects the water to rush up his nostrils and fill his lungs, but… 

Nothing happens. He breathes in again. And again. And again and again and again. 

He opens his eyes and looks down at where his legs should be and instead sees, or more accurately, feels a tail. It’s hard to move and see but he gently pushes it forward and feels himself move up slightly. 

He doesn’t get much time to process the change when another body runs into him. Cold arms wrap around him and pull him close and Kaoru’s eyes, still unadjusted to the dark, try to make sense of the shape. His own hands come up to grab the body in front of him and he tries to speak but realizes that even if he can breathe, it’s hard to make a sound under the water. 

You’re okay you’re okay you’re okay he hears in his mind, but the voice isn’t his own. 

It’s Kanata’s.

[insufferablemod]

It seems whenever i try to ask you off anon the tumblr database swallows up my ask.. so presume somewhere in limbo lies me pretending to be a ghost, and several compliments. But anyways its me borzoi just wanna say your art is awesome sauce

adsfha thank you for jumping through so many hoops to deliver this message,,,

tumblr knows wed be 2 powerful together and tried to stop our meeting🔥🔥🔥

[telesodalite]

I need to be weirder about the scavengers and cannibalism...

[teaboot]

I feel like "a fear of" isn't a super accurate way to describe a phobia.

Like. Just speaking as me here, I have fears, and I have phobias.

I am afraid of falling off of something tall. I am afraid of getting lost in the woods. I can do these things! I can climb things and go on hikes! I am able to take precautions and handle these things head-on, I just avoid thinking about the worst case scenario.

I have a phobia of spiders. I have phobia of needles. I am perfectly aware that these things are not likely to harm me in the context of my current lifestyle. I don't hate either. Objectively, I even think most spiders are kind of cute. But when these things are around me, my amygdala responds as though I am in mortal peril, and no amount of logic or reason can turn it off.

Sort of like an allergy, I think- Anaphylaxis is reacting like you're dying because you encountered something and your body thinks it's gonna kill you.

A Phobia is your brain reacting like you're dying because you encountered something it thinks is gonna kill you.

In my experience, my conciousness doesn't really get a say in the matter, but once I learned that it's my fear reaction I hate and not the thing itself, I eventually was able to just.... calmly, rationally, sit back and hyperventilate

[shame-kink]

the eternal temptation to pull a ‘men dni’ on main (i.e. here) even though that makes literally 0 sense

[daughter-of-inklings]

word count: 832 excerpt: Lost Princess || Ch. 2 - "To Ruin a Kingdom"

“Valeria, she’s only a few months old.”

“She’ll get bigger, and grow.”

“… Yes? I would hope so? As I would imagine that most living things created by the gods under these stars do?” 

“That’s not what I mean and you know so. The Seers have started making prophecies and rhymes about the downfall of our kingdom, Thalion-”

“And since when did you start believing in them, General? How long has it been since Frode or our Mother blessed them with the gift of sight?’ He shook his head, rocking the baby in his arms, “My mothers saw the possibilities of the future too, you knew Eonel’s episodes better than us. And even when the visions weren’t pleasant, she never let them deter her from what she or Syanna or Marcuil thought was right to do.”

“You’re making a grave mistake, Thalion, think about it logically. Do you think you can earnestly devote as much time to caring for this child as to your crown? Your schedule is already brimmed with meetings and treaty councils to keep an unstable peace with several other kingdoms, not to mention your own appointments and running your own kingdom, listening to your citizens’ audiences, and whatever seems to be going on between your wife and Aeriel. Where would you find the time to raise another child, assuming we might ignore all that entails?”

“She seems content to be on my person, she’s not moved from this sling the entire day. I.. admit, it’ll be a drastic change from my current lifestyle, but I was already committed to the idea with the arrival of my son. Elanoriel being here only advances the inevitable, or would you have had me abandon my son as well?”

“Your son would have nannies to wean him,” she rose to her feet. “Or at the very least, his birth mother to tend to him. What does this baby have besides a world of troubles ahead of herself?”

“A loving home with her birth father?”

“You can’t in earnest believe you sired this child, much less with a god, simply because of a letter any literate creature could have forged. The gods have no need of us, Thalion, they’ve never had need of us. We’re here to amuse them, mark their never ending lives with a semblance of time’s passing, entertain them in the afterlife by giving them a purpose. We don’t matter to them, there’s no need.”

“That’s a bit cynical, isn’t it?” he frowned. He lowered the baby girl into sling, gently tucking her wings in behind her so that they wouldn’t bend out of form. Elanoriel questioned a coo up at him, grabbing his index finger with the whole of her hand. She grasped it and tugged, giggling and babbling up at the smile he gave her. 

“How can you say we mean nothing to the gods when we were made in their image? Made to feel as they do? How can you look at a baby’s smile, or a new day’s dawn, or the flowers at bloom, and not be moved by the experience when the gods made all the world’s comforts and joys for our sake?” 

“If the gods considered us equals, if at all, we would never know death. We wouldn’t know sickness, or sadness, or any ill that plagues mortal kind but evades them. We would live as they do, not be kept as their guard dogs outside bliss’s gate.” 

Thalion hung his head and sighed, “All creatures in the worlds die, Val, even the gods. To live forever without rest would be misery, and there’s no greater sadness in the universe than being left alone.” He looked to the child in his arms, smiling softly as she nibbled on him as if on a toy, “We were created by the Earth Mother to protect her children, born out of her love for them and the desire to keep them safe. We guard the gods not out of being duty bound, but out of our devotion and love for them.”

“A mutt dressed in silk is still a mutt, no matter how its master calls it.” She rose to her feet, sneering down her nose at him. She stopped midway through turning from him and looked to the child, narrowing her eyes at it as it met her gaze. Those damn silver eyes. 

“It matters little how you preach to them, how much you pray, if the gods are unwilling to hear. They abandoned us, left us here, without a second thought, to die and to suffer mortal vices. We owe them nothing— not our loyalty, our time, or our lives. Your actions don’t belong to just you, you are the kingdom in a man. I don’t particularly care how you do it, if you give it away or if you drown it— rid us of that thing before we all meet a poor dog’s death for your zealotry.” 

And she was gone without another word.

[wren-of-the-woods]

Yes!! This! And I love that they have such dramatic names, too — the Oxygen Catastrophe is great, and the End-Permian Mass Extinctions is colloquially known as the Great Dying.

end permian mass extinction...at least we don't have to deal with "Lava sea the size of Saudi Arabia"