#just thought I'd post it. or whatever

[yippieitsarven]

rinnven...stuff....

[xitsensunmoon]

He's a bit too excited to see you clock in

[the-ninjago-historian]

Huh??? I mean, I know they gave up their powers.

But does this mean that even though they got their powers back, they still can't go back into that state? Weird.

[pheyphem]

ignoring the obvious. is anyone else really fucking intrigued/confused by this room

it is so STARKLY different from the rest of the phouse like it has fuzzy padded brown walls?? like they have a reason for every design choice in the phouse so why did they go with fuzzy brown walls in here and here only (it seems)??/?

drop your ideas below

[makorragal-312]

You know what?

I'm not gonna look at this episode as a midseason finale.

Can't remember if this was confirmed or not, but I'm pretty sure Tim didn't intend for 8x08 to be the actual finale for this half of the season. Given the episode count, it would've made more sense for it to be either 8x09 or 8x10.

So with that said, I'm gonna go in with no expectations.

I'm just gonna treat 8x08 as just another regular episode that's more than likely gonna contain some filler and unwanted plot lines, but whatever. And any Buddie interactions or mentions of Chris are gonna be scarce at best and non-existent at worst. But that's probably because the real Buddie/Buckley-Diaz content is gonna be in the episodes after this one.

So yeah, that's how I'm gonna approach things.

[krussyarts]

He demanded to be drawn as cunty as possible waist down. Grabbed me by the collar and yelled at me (fucken bitch istg)

I've been sitting on this for weeks now lol

More notes and whatnot below cut

Weirdmageddon version largely inspired by RGBill, hence why he's there

He still has four fingers bc I read somewhere how Ford has the two extra fingers of his and I think that's cool. Also Bill would totally do that just to manipulate Ford into thinking they're similar.

There's a difference between the two versions not just design wise but also on the level that the "regular" one is more like a puppet than anything, whereas the weirdmageddon one is a physical form. That's what the arms snaking around his "arms" are for!! They're for puppeteering! He doesn't care enough about legs to bother linking them up as properly.

Bitch puts on as much jewelry as possible I just got lazy after a while lol

[icewindandboringhorror]

indeed my exact process once every 8 months or so

[arttsuka]

I TAPPED YOUR ASK BUTTON AND AN O'REILLY AD STARTED PLAYING EVERY THO I HAD NOTHING ON????

Okay anyways sorry for being such a frequent asker on the Jedtavius front but do you think Octavius and Jedediah swap folklore/mythology stories?

Like Octavius telling Jed about Apollo and Hyacinthus or Achilles's battle and Jed rambles on about jackalopes?

Cause I do

What a nice idea actually (also don't apologize, it's fine I don't mind)

My attempt at jackalopes and Hyacinthus and Apollo

I couldn't find a way to fit these all together as one big drawing so I took separate photos

[winter-spark]

Pretty sure that's what happened lol

[mettywiththenotes]

Just reading back a little and saw this moment

And I think it's just sort of telling? How Best Jeanist refers to Tomura as destruction personified and Izuku says nothing, yet when En refers to him as sort of the same thing he voices what he really thinks

And I can only think that every time someone has referred to Tomura as something without a shred of sympathy and Izuku's kept silent, it might be something he takes note of. Especially now that he's become aware of Tomura's pain. Hearing everything they call Tomura, like he's just some sort of thing, like he doesn't have a name or a past or a house that was once his (something he explicitly said TO Izuku as he fell from UA), it's gotta open his eyes or something, right?

Even Nana has referred to Tomura as a "thing", though she must have meant the version of Tomura that is "the finished product" (hence the wings after the chrysalis that was shown during the surgery) - someone truly incapable of being saved (and thus removing herself mentally/emotionally from the crushing fact that he is family)

Reactions like this one below; saying nothing when coming across a different opinion

Reminds me of this

And I suppose there is also an element of something back from when Izuku told Gran Torino he wanted to save Tomura. Torino had said the words "Killing can be another way of saving", and at the time, Izuku wasn't entirely sure if there was anything left of Tomura/Tenko inside the fusion. Up until that moment he asked if Tomura was still there, he couldn't have fully known whether he would have to kill him or get to save him like he wanted to do. So, essentially, keeping quiet when people referred to Tomura as "destruction incarnate" (and other things), just in case that really was what he'd become

Though I guess that detail doesn't really matter now, what with Izuku wanting to save him, finally seeing Tomura was still in there and digging his heels in with the set determination of saving him. He saw Tomura's personality, the human in him, after all

Anyway

Now it sort of seems like Izuku is speaking up? Not just in the presence of those who think otherwise but against Tomura himself. En says Tomura is like "destruction incarnate" and immediately after, Izuku says "It's deeper than that. You're human"

In the end, I wonder if it matters more that Izuku spoke up to Tomura first, someone who NEEDS to know the truth and who would greatly benefit from someone challenging his thoughts head-on, rather than mentioning it every time someone refers to Tomura as some "thing" instead

I guess it adds more of an impact to the story too, that way

[nox-in-a-box]

Thinking about them again and realising that I don't like the idea that Greylock was practically a bully to Cedric in their schooldays or that Cedric hated him. To each their own, but I think they're just two dorks with a bit of rivalry who get super competitive at times. They get along quite well together when they're not competing! Well, and when Greylock's not pranking him. He's just the annoying friend, I guess. I don't want Greylock to ever stop being annoying, and I want Cedric to be seriously concerned if he does stop.

As for why Cedric wouldn't consider him a friend: this is Season 2 Cedric. Literally his whole arc is about friendship.

[sporco-filth]

Slob City - Part 5

Judging by my poll from a while ago, quite a few people have been looking forward to the continuation of Lee's adventures in Slob City.

Synopsis: Lee is invited to join Bob to dinner at a local restaurant.

(also this is my 200th post so that's cool. hopefully there'll be many to come)

Lee was lying on the couch for his afternoon nap when the doorbell rang. "Guh?" he jolted up, spilling a half-eaten bag of popcorn that had been lying on his stomach. He got up, scratching his bum and yawning. He didn't remember ordering any food, so who could be at the door? He walked over and pulled it open. There in the hallway was Bob. "Oh, what's up?" he asked. "Nothing much," Bob replied. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner. I know a really great place that's just across the street." Lee felt his stomach gurgle at the mention of food. "Sure, I'll just get dressed." Bob scratched his head, puzzled. "But you're already dressed." Lee looked down at his clothes. He was dressed in a white singlet stained with a glob of sauce from when he ate a pizza a few nights before, his lower half was covered only by a pair of dark grey briefs he was wearing for the third time without washing and on his feet he just had a pair of socks. "I can't go out like this," Lee said. "I mean, I look so disheveled and indecent!" "I don't think I know what those words mean, but you look fine to me. Come on!" Not letting Lee say another word, Bob (who himself was wearing only a filthy pair of holey pyjama pants) pulled him out. "If we don't get there quick enough they might run out of all the good stuff!"

Downstairs, on the street, Lee spotted the restaurant in question. He could feel the grease even from this distance. He went ahead to cross the road. "Where are you going?" Bob asked, fishing out a key from his pocket. "My car's here." "But… we can just walk." Bob looked at him like he had suggested they walk through burning coals and into a pit of sharks. Lee decided it was better not to argue and went over to Bob's vehicle. The inside was incredibly comfortable, the chairs in particular were massive and so soft, but the whole interior was filled with trash, the handles sticky with sugary and oily residues and there was a pervading scent of stale farts.

Bob pulled out from the curb, did a U-turn and parked in an empty spot right outside the restaurant. "Here we are," Bob said, getting out. "Velma's, one of my favourite joints in the city. I choose to buy my apartment almost entirely to be right outside it." The two stepped inside and were greeted by a waiter dressed in a t-shirt that exposed his gut and ill-fitting tracksuit pants. "Velma! Bob's here!" he yelled out towards the kitchen. A woman poked out, dressed in an apron that looked like it had never seen the inside of a washing machine and which strained against her burgeoning belly. Upon seeing Bob she smiled and came to say hello. "If it isn't my most loyal customer!" she gave him a hug, still holding a wooden spoon in one hand. "And who's this you've got with you?" She gave Lee a look up and down. "He looks like he's about to fade away!" Lee was suddenly aware, despite the fat slowly building on his frame, he was the thinnest person in the room by a wide margin. He felt oddly embarrassed. "I'm Lee," he said, smiling. "Bob's talked this place up, so I'm looking forward to tasting your food." "I bet he has!" Velma smiled at Bob. She stuck the spoon down the back of her skirt and scratched her arse with it. "Don't worry! It'll be a meal you won't forget!" Lee was starting to feel a fraction queasy and was now wondering if Slob city even had hygiene standards for restaurants.

The two were ushered to their seats as Velma returned to the kitchen. Bob's phone beeped. "Oh! I better be careful," he said. "I'm almost halfway to my daily step limit." Lee looked up from the giant menu. "Step limit?" "Yeah, the recommended 200 steps a day max." "200?" "Yeah, I know! As if you'd ever reach that!" "No, I mean, I used to aim for 10,000 a day." Bob stared. "You're joking, right?" Lee shook his head. "No, I'm not. Look." He pulled out his phone and flicked the calendar in his fitness app back a few weeks. "10,507, 11,005…" "What is that app?" Bob asked. "It doesn't look like the Lazyr app." "It's not, it's…" he paused. "What's Lazyr?" "You don't have Lazyr? It's the best!" Bob gave Lee his phone. The screen was smudged with greasy fingerprints and had crumbs and lint stuck in the crevices. "It's an app where you can keep track of how many hours you've been sitting, sleeping, watching TV and stuff. You can record what food you eat and all sorts of things. If you achieve your goals, it'll reward you with discounts for fast food and groceries and even gaming consoles or TVs! It also warns you when you've moved too much. It's the perfect way to monitor and improve your inactivity." Lee flicked through it. Most days Bob was achieving at 23 hours of sedentary activities, the only days he didn't was when he spent the entire day on his arse. "I see," Lee said, not sure if he should be impressed or disgusted. "Here, I'll send you an invite to download it. If you accept it, I get a month's supply of chocolate for free." Lee's phone buzzed and he saw the notification. With Bob waiting expectantly, he opened it up and accepted the invitation. The app, its icon a picture of a couch, downloaded onto his home screen. He put the phone away. He wasn't planning on using the app anytime soon, but he was happy to humour Bob. "Now let's order! You have to get the burger, it's massive!"

Much as Lee expected, the menu had nothing remotely healthy on it. He let Bob decide on the food, given he knew what was good, and before too long the first few dishes arrived. Their starters were platters of friend onion rings, with an array of condiments and sauces to dip them into. "Wow! These are the crunchiest onion rings I've ever had!" "Yeah, their quintuple fried. The fifth fry is with lard, and it's what really adds to that crunchiness." The next course was the burgers. Lee stared at the stack. "Uh… how do I eat this? I don't have any cutlery." The burger was far too large to fit into his mouth. It oozed with sauces and mayonnaise and melted cheese. Bob had already dug in. "Jusherterah," he said, mouth full of food. Lee had no idea what he meant, but guessed there was no other way forward but to try. The burger was too big for his hands to really get a grip, but he did his best and took a bite. Bits of meat and pickles and cheese slopped out onto the table and down the front of his singlet. But Lee wasn't paying attention; he was in taste paradise. "Ohh…" he sighed. It was the best burger he'd ever had.

Despite its massive size and his protesting stomach, Lee valiantly pushed on and managed to eat the whole thing, licking his fingers and picking up crumbs off the dirty tabletop. "That was so good," he smiled, patting his stomach. He felt a belch brewing and, wanting to be polite in public, forced it back down with a tell-tale gurgle. The restaurant, which had been a hubbub of chatter, suddenly went silent. "Huh?" Lee asked, looking around. Bob stared at him, aghast, as Velma stepped out of the kitchen. "What?" she asked flatly. "Is my food not good enough for ya?" Lee was confused. "N-no! It was great!" "Yeah, right," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Bob, I can't believe you'd bring some lowlife scum like this into my restaurant." "You have to forgive him, Velma, he's new here, he has all these weird ideas, he probably just doesn't know, please he's a good kid, please!" Lee was not quite sure what was going on. He tried to retrace his steps when he felt another surge of gas build in his belly. This time, in his panic, it caught him by surprise and out erupted a massive burp. "BEEE-EEEEE-UUURRRLLCCHHH!!!" The tension in the room dissipated. Velma smiled. She patted him on the back. "Now that's more like it! Sorry if I scared ya, I guess Bob's right about you. I'll leave you two to enjoy the rest of your meal." When she was gone, Lee turned back to Bob. "What was that about?" Bob shook his head. "Didn't your mother teach you never to hold in your burps at the dinner table? It's rude!" Lee blinked. "I see. I-I'm sorry?" "It's OK, I'm just glad nothing bad happened." Lee had just finished off his sides (a bowl of chips loaded with a myriad of toppings and a 'salad' that consisted of slices of cheese, bacon and deep-fried croutons covered in some kind of heavy, cheese-like dressing) when dessert arrived. It was a giant brownie, big enough to qualify as a cake, ladened with ice cream and chocolate sauce. Lee wasn't sure he could get it all down, but once again he pushed his stomach to its limits. "Whew," he sighed, rubbing his distended gut. "Good thing I'm not wearing pants, or I would've had to unbutton them!" Lee's singlet, now dirtier than it was when he'd entered, could no longer fully cover his body. His belly button just barely peeked out from under it. He burped. Bob gave him an approving nod. "Enjoyed yourself?" "Yeah, though I don't want to be eating like that every day." "What d'you mean?" "I mean, imagine how fat I'd get. I'm already putting on weight as it is." Bob cocked his head to the side. "What's wrong with being fat?" Lee flushed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it as an insult! I just meant, I like to keep fit." Bob snorted. "What for? I mean, tell me with a straight face that 'exercise' and…" he was at a loss for words. "What do you call it when you eat like… whatever that green stuff is called." "Vegetables? Dieting, you mean?" "Whatever, yeah, that. Tell me that doing that is better than the meal you just ate. The feeling of all that delicious food siting down in your gut, that feeling of fullness and satisfaction. BURRRP! Ah, it's so good!" Lee rubbed his belly in thought. Maybe Bob wasn't wrong, and it wasn't like anyone here would judge him if he put on weight.

They drove home and Lee plonked himself down on his bed. His gut was still hard as a rock and though he was tired he was still too uncomfortable to properly lie down and sleep. With nothing better to do, Lee opened his phone and was greeted by the sight of the Lazyr app. Out of curiosity, he opened it up and was prompted to set up an account. The app then suggested he fill in today's meal. To his surprise, it had a collection of the menus of every restaurant in town, and he simply had to select Velma's and the food he'd had and ta-da: his diet for today was inputted. "Wow that is a lot of calories," he said, staring wide eyed at the number. He looked at his stomach. It was all in there, slowly turning into fat. He patted his gut gently, smiling. "I guess I can see why Bob's proud of his belly: it is hard work to grow it."

[demonsfate]

okay i wanted to talk about how heartbreaking this scene is. when kazuya threatened to destroy the place, jin's FIRST reaction was to look at all the people fleeing - it shows how much jin truly cares about everyone. but i just realized what's even more fucking heartbreaking is that he specifically focuses on a mother and son. a mother and son whose lives are being threatened by a monster... this has to... this HAS to be intentional. the way jin jerks in disbelief and fear after this.. it makes this scene hurt even more. 😭

i'm really convinced jin was about to cry here. with how much brighter his eyes suddenly got, and the way his mouth starts trembling. i really think he was about to cry.

still caps to show how wide & bright his eyes got. but it really does look like a face of devastation. this is a man who desperately wants to be good. he aches to save lives, to help people in spite of his family lineage, in spite of his devil gene. but he can't. he fails every time. despite how hard he tries, how much pain he endures, jin is never good enough, he's never better. i think this really broke him here, i think this is a reminder to jin that he's a failure.

but jin doesn't cry. because he can't allow himself to. he always resorts to anger instead.

out of context, this was such a beautiful scene. it really establishes how much jin cares about people, how seeing people get hurt (or potentially) really affects him. i'd even call this a BRILLIANT SCENE. like the series can't convince me this was the man that started a war and lead to the death of thousands, if not millions, of people. this man is so PAINED to see even a few people get hurt - even one person. this is a man who'd do anything to protect these lives. tekken 6 wasn't what jin was, but this, this is jin kazama.

unfortunately, when they refused to retcon 6 or do more damage control than just having the character say "sorry" it just... it just makes little sense. even though this was an amazing scene, fans cannot react to it as well when it's ridiculous that a man who had dragged the world to hell, cares this much about a handful of people when he's supposedly responsible for the deaths of way more.

without thinking about the inconsistency and tek6, though. this is still so heartbreaking to me, and what jin should be.

[incomplete-ruler]

I know that we have a week to go until season 3 drops, but istg if we don't get more info about ryuu and more of his backstory this season. I know we got some of it in WILL, but there still seems to be so much to him that has yet to be explored properly.

Also the fact that he's still doing his "I don't know who I am" thing in his short manga is quite telling, 'cause surely that would've been resolved in the last season right? I mean, with the team battles being a thing, I'm hoping that it's delved into at some point but again idk.

[vaggieslefteye]

There are leaks of Season 2 - I will not talk about or engage with any of it on this blog. If you have the hazbin tags blocked, rest assured, I'm not going to be one of those people that posts about it. If/when I talk about season 2, it will ONLY be through what the official sources give out, WHEN they are intended to be announced, and nothing more.

That being said, I'm closing asks/all forms of requests for the time being, just to be on the safe side. I will probably keep posting stuff, but I'm turning off my notifs for this blog in general for a while.

[quarks-pussy]

Marinler wedding but when the priest says "you may now kiss the bride" Mariner dips him