#just. aigh

[muka-rapak]

Finally, after years of thinking about it I had a moment (because I was sick and not quite up to doing any actual work) to draw something for Otfried Preußler's Krabat 🦴 From left to right - Tonda, Jura, Hanzo, Lyško, Stašek, Petr, Merten, Michal, Kubo, Andruš, and Kito (I only know the Czech names, sorry!)

[dykesevika]

my pretty princess

Men DNI

[pixlokita]

I feel like ? I gotta remind people it’s ok to unfollow a blog when it upsets you in any way >> like if I ever do that sure, you can let me know if it was anything I did personally I’d appreciate it but if you just don’t enjoy something it’s ok to unfollow ;w; can’t stress enough how important it is to put your mental health first 👌

[waltzing-rats]

Sorry i just had a Hob thought

So like we all know the shit this man went through, right? He lost everyone and everything he cared about, was drowned, starved for like 80 years straight, along with other stuff that wasn’t mentioned in the plot.

And he is still going strong and I’m so proud of my boy but imagine. He is a teacher, i think that much we can agree on. I believe he either works with high schoolers or university students but that part isnt that important. My point is every day he sees the modern generation simply living- and by ‘simply living’ i mean being chaotic little shits who love tiktok dances and memes and that troll the shit out of him.

Can you imagine how happy he is seeing children, not necessarily happy every day but so lively? Every time they make a joke he doesn’t understand, he can’t even be mad because, hell, we was born in a time where a child living past their preteen years was a blessing.

I think we can often forget that Hob loves people. He loves living. He is so full of wonder and joy, even when he’s having the worst years of his super long life. I know there’s been some Hob controversies recently (which i can’t really comment on because, well, i don’t know much of the context or anything, just the jist of the thing) but, we can’t forget how amazing his character is. Like i love this guy so much.

Idk if this was at all coherent but i wanted to gush him. I just love characters who represent change and, above all, just a sheer love for life. I think we all need a little bit of that in our daily lives.

[claudiawolfrp]

*takes a nap graciously*

[this-should-do]

u ever think about how growing up alyx woukdve heard about how cool gordon was and how he saved our asses and how badass he was (russells "he did it with only a crowbar") and her first impression of him was finding him put on his ass by 4 metrocops, undeniably less trained than anything he had faced in black mesa when she would know people who could deal with the same far better in much the same outfit he is,

do you think about how weak and small he would look? in ill fitting clothes on a broken, malnourish body?

and she just has to accept that this is the guy who saved them (if she even really accepts that the rest of it wasnt his fault in some way)? and that hell do it again?

and do you thi k aboht how kind and sweet he was from her family? all the goofy things he did and said? and when she meets him he doesnt say a word. and he looks around fouly, doesnt humor her jokes, barely looks at her. and how he doesnt respond to the people who spoke so highly of him? doesnt seem releived to see them. do you think about how it might sully her view of him, the rose tint view of him instilled in her by her family, and that she might get ready to defend her family from him and ck.fort them when hes not the same guy who they always spoke about?

and do you think about how she becomes friends with him anyways? and how he protected them, risked himself, life and limb for her family for her fir everyone? even if he doesnt look it, hes still some form if the rose tint, hes rougher of course, not as perfect, far from infallable, but hes there and hes trying. and she cares for him and he for her,,,

cuz i sure fucking do,

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

*twitching* it's sooooo cool that they clearly know she was always nobility but they still designed her like. That.

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

ive concluded gender isnt real anymore

[silleye]

guys I love toland so much

[quuerbee]

Minor tiny little spoilers for ch 903 of rotmhs. Just chung myung being sad about the past and proud of his kids

Me: I'm so excited to read the latest chapter

Chapter 903: *tang bo flashback*

Me: oh!

Chapter 903:

Me, crying: OH!

[leylyslevi]

I haven't drawn traditionally in like a month and now my style randomly changed

[samijey]

Jey with Sami is like, "What personal space? What's that?".

Leave room for Jesus?? Never heard of him!

[aclosetfan]

sheesh, i finally finished it. Bloomer fans (3 ppl) this one's for us.

t/w: underage drinking, but they're like 19-20 not 5 lol

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“You’re not drinking!” Boomer announced, shoving a finger in her face, “Whys not?”

Blossom hit his hand away and frowned, “Because. Don’t be rude.”

Boomer took a long swig from his red solo cup before addressing her with a lopsided smile, “Because you’re afraid you may have fuuunnn?”

She glared at him, “It’s because, one, we’re underage. Two, someone has to be responsible.”

“Brick’s not drinking!” Boomer quipped, pointing to Brick, already passed out on a random couch, “They’s responsible, you know, so you don’t gotta!”

She continued to frown and shook her head. “Go, Boomer.”

“But,” he pouted, “we’re supposed to be havin’ fun!”

She wrinkled her nose a bit and shrugged, looking off, “This isn’t really my kind of...fun, Boomer. Really, I’m alright. I don’t mind.”

Actually, she minded quite a bit. Breaking the law wasn't fun, thank you very much. The very idea that they, the Powerpuff Girls, could be caught red-handed with underage drinkers flared her anxiety to almost uncontrollable levels. And so, she had forbidden her sisters to come to this dumb party and then fought against them tooth and nail when they ambushed and dragged her along.

When they had made it to the party, Buttercup and Bubbles had given up on her almost immediately after it became clear that she would not be enjoying herself. She figured that would happen and planned to leave when their backs were turned, but the idea of leaving them here without a sober companion made her heart palpitate. So instead, she had taken up post by the front door, glowering at anyone who dared to talk to her.

Unfortunately, Boomer was notorious for ignoring the obvious.

"But how do you know!" He argued, "You've never even try it, Bumbles told me!"

"Bubbles," She corrected, "and, well, just...because, now, go find Butch or something."

He didn't listen (typical) and stood before her, pouting. "Because why? Cause you're afraid of fun?"

She huffed and crossed her arms, not at all interested in discussing her (arguable) control issues. "Go find Butch, Boomer."

"He's with Butters," He finally explained, which distracted him enough to ramble on, "and oof those two, amiright? Getta room."

"Then, find Bubbles."

He stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry, "She's fightin' fer money right now, and listen," he pointed to himself, "I'ma bad guy, but tha's still not my scene."

"I'm sorry. What is she doing?" She blinked, but Boomer ignored her, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

"And Brick's all not drinkin' right now—"

"—passed out—"

"—right, tomato-tamato, but then I saw you standing here all by your lonesome and thought, Boomer! She looks like she needs a drink! Soooo, let's go get you one!"

"Boomer, no." She said sternly.

"But it's fun!"

"No."

He slumped against her and sighed, "yeah, okay, but at least come hang out with us."

Guilt rocked her stomach. She hadn't believed her sisters when they told her Boomer specifically requested she come with them this time, but the look on his face made her think they were actually telling the truth.

This wasn't the first party the brothers had invited them to that she had bailed on, and she was pretty sure it was starting to hurt Boomer's feelings. She supposed they were friendly enough with the boys that it was a little insulting, from their perspective, that she never attempted to hang out with them on their terms as opposed to her own. Still, she had always figured they'd have more fun without her, given the fact she was better at killing parties than being the life of them.

In fact, the last time she had seen any of the boys was when she had an unexpected run-in with Boomer, and he had helped her deal with some electrical giant by the power plant when her sisters were otherwise engaged with other hero-related activities. He had come to investigate the power plant issue himself because the monster had killed the internet, which had ruined his "kill streak" on some videogame he was currently obsessed with. Therefore, the problem had become too personal for him to ignore. He had actually been quite helpful in the endeavor. She had admittedly forgotten about his ability to manipulate electrical currents, but she was exceedingly grateful for it that day, and she had said as much to him.

Boomer had blushed, shrugged, and acted surprisingly bashful about it, and now, he wanted to have a drink with her.

She pressed her lips together and weighed her options. On the one hand, she knew she felt she may have owed him, but she also knew that she, in fact, did not owe him anything when it came to the consumption of goods. But it was such a simple request, and he was at least a good sport about her irritable behavior.

With a long sigh, she said, "One drink. I will try one drink with you, and then I'll be going home."

Boomer's face lit up, and he took her hand in his, leading her into the thick of the party. He continued babbling as she followed after him. She had no idea what he was saying, but he seemed rather confident saying it, waving his arms around as he spouted off a string of slurred words.

‘He never actually stops talking, does he?’ She thought.

She was quite aware that alcohol was a social lubricant, but she figured since Boomer didn’t need any help with socializing, alcohol would have had a somewhat calming effect and made him not so bouncy, but no, it seemed he had even more energy to spare.

He brought her to a table tucked away in the corner of the kitchen where the floors had exceeded an uncomfortable level of sticky and began mixing a drink. She stood awkwardly by him, highly aware of how people kept a wide breadth, staring at Boomer like he was out of his mind. She scowled at them until a red solo cup was pushed into her hands.

"Ta-da! A—" He hiccupped, "—dirty Shirley!"

She looked at the red drink skeptically before turning her attention back to him, “What should I expect?”

“Hmmm,” he tapped his chin in thought as his drink sloshed over the rim of his cup. “Well, Buttercup’s soooo giggly and Bub—Bub is like fighting everybody...maybe you’ll be like not boring, like fun and stuff?”

“I’m not boring!” She stiffened and paused, “Do people think I’m boring?”

“Yeah, pretty much!” Boomer hummed, taking a sip of his drink. Then, swaying to the beat of the music, he shrugged and continued, “S’not so bad! You’re just so...” his nose wrinkled, “booky?”

The brute honesty stung a little, but she wasn’t surprised. Boomer would have probably said the same thing sober too.

She gave the cup an uncomfortable look and then glanced back up at Boomer. He was watching her with slow, uncoordinated blinks, but watching her all the same. When he noticed she was looking at him, he gave her an encouraging smile.

“Go’on!” He hummed, nudging the drink with his own, “I made it extra sweet! Won’t taste a thing!”

She sniffed the drink, and it made her nose crinkle as the overwhelming smell of cherry grenadine irritated her sinuses. Still, artificial flavoring did a poor job of masking the ethanol smell wafting from the connection. And, quite frankly, she was of the opinion that there was no sprite in this drink whatsoever.

“I-I—you’ll stay with me?” She clarified, and Boomer shook his head.

“S’course, Bossy!”

She took a deep breath, brought the cup to her lips, and then slightly back down. This made him frown again, but she shook her head and gave him an inquisitive look.

“I—okay, before, what if I do something stupid? What if I make a bad decision or something, and the whole world finds out?”

Boomer's million-watt smile brightened the dingy corner, "Well, Bloss," he started rather eloquently, given his inebriation, "I don't mean to brag or anything, but I don't even have to be drunk to make really bad decisions! And look at me; people still think I'm fucking awesome!"

In a way, the loud confession was slightly comforting. It was misguided, of course. Also, arrogant. But still, slightly comforting. But Boomer was well-liked. Her?

...not so much.

He must have seen it on her face because his smile dimmed.

He raised his right hand and put his drink over his heart, "I promise on my parole officer's life, nothing bad's gonna happen. You're just gonna try it, just once, and decide."

She sighed, frowned at the liquid in her cup, and returned the cup to her mouth.

The alcohol barely touched her lips, coating them in a sickly sweet taste that she licked tentatively. Her heart rammed against her ribs, and for a heartstopping moment, she thought she was already drunk and had to fight back tears. Of course, the reaction was ridiculous, but now that the deed was done, every bad thing that could happen sat at the forefront of her mind. Without thinking, she reached for Boomer's arm to steady herself.

"I don't think I can do this," She shook her head, trying to return the cup, "this is—it's too much. I'm sorry."

He stepped back and looked genuinely surprised, "Hey, okay, it's okay, don't look so freaked out, you don't gotta! Here, here, give it to me."

"Sorry," She breathed, "sorry this was stupid, I'm not—I'm not like you," she ignored the furrowed, almost offended look on his face, "I'm not fun, Boomer, I'm like the least fun person ever, and this is—" She shook her head, trying so hard to keep the panic at bay, "—something bad will happen, I just know it. I can't have fun because what if something bad happens and I can't keep control of it and—"

The offended look morphed quickly back into surprise as her grip on him tightened. A normal human wouldn't have appreciated the tight, painful grip, but he wasn't a normal human. He put their cups down and reached for her shoulders.

"Blossom! Dude, it's okay. Look at me. Everything's okay. Look, we're fine! Everyone's fine!" He gestured around the room, speaking over her rambling, and when she quieted down enough to follow his directions, people were very much staring.

More panic flared, and she pulled away from him with a terrified squeak. Freaking out was not a Powerpuff thing to do in public.

"Ohhhkay," Boomer announced, abandoning the drinks and pulling her out a set of sliding glass doors leading to the back patio. She welcomed the blast of cold air and broke free from him, bounding down the patio steps and around the corner of the house. There, she sunk down the wall and sat with her head between her knees, breathing.

She wanted nothing more than to call the professor but didn't want to risk getting her sisters in trouble.

"Blossom?" Boomer peeked around the corner, "Shit! Are you okay?"

She jumped at his voice and shot up, wiping her eyes, "Yep! Fine! Sorry, um, I, it's, uh, in there that was weird, wasn't it. Sorry. Ignore that. I'm fine, totally."

Boomer frowned, "So, like, I know you're not, though. Should I get Buttercup or—"

"No!" She interrupted, "No, please don't. She'll be all worried, and it'll ruin her fun, and I'm just—" She deflated, giving up the act as she sunk back to the ground. Who cared? He was drunk anyway, right?

"I'm overwhelmed, that's all. I'm sorry. I know you were just trying to get me to have fun, but it freaks me out. My whole life, I've been on, always trying my best and never feeling like it's good enough, and anytime I ever do anything fun," She shook her head like the word itself was offensive, "it just backfires."

He slid down next to her, "that sucks."

She snorted, "yeah, that's a pretty good word for it."

"Your sisters don't seem to care?"

She looked at him and shrugged, "they worry about other things."

He nodded, "yeah, I get that."

"Do you?" She quirked an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Yeah, before—" He broadly gestured, rolling his eyes, "—I was the one in charge of worrying about like food and shit, you know, when we lived in the middle of the fucking forest because that was a real bright idea, Brickhead. That guy," he snorted, "and they say I'm the dumb one."

She giggled, "Brick's too stubborn for his own good."

"You're tellin' me!"

They sat for a while outside, watching the stars, when Boomer spoke up again. It was the longest bout of silence she had ever heard from him.

"Sorry if I pressured you or something in there. I just didn't want you to go."

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around her knees, "It's okay. It wasn't like you were acting maliciously. You were just being...sweet."

"Don't tell my brothers, okay?" He smiled, "I've got a rep, you know."

She crossed her heart and locked her lips.

"You know, though, you may wanna think about drinking with your sisters sometime or something. You don't want your first time being drunk stuck at some snotty benefit or with some shit company, just in case. Learned that from experience." His face darkened.

"I feel like I remember hearing something about that."

"My brothers gambled me off!" He threw up his arms, "They lost me in a bet! To Boogie! Who does that!"

She laughed again and slapped a hand over her mouth when he shot her a look, "Sorry!" She spoke through her fingers, "Sorry! Not funny!" But then, she snorted and spit, and soon, they were both laughing.

"Hey?" She asked after they had calmed down.

"Yeah?" He wiped a tear from his eye.

"Could I, well, if you wouldn't mind, could I try again?"

"Drinking?"

"Mhm, if you, um, wouldn't mind staying with me, that is."

Boomer's face broke into a wide, gleaming smile, "duh."

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A pair of arms wrapped around her, and even with the brain fog, she braced herself for an attack and felt silly for it a second later.

"Blossy," Buttercup pressed a smile into her temple. Her breath was warm, and she leaned heavily on her, but the weight was welcomed. It wasn't every day Buttercup initiated a hug, and despite Blossom being the less physical of the three, she leaned into her sister's arms, or more like, practically collapsed.

Nothing bad happened when Buttercup was around. It was the best part about her. It honestly made Blossom a little jealous of how naturally "being a hero" came to her sister and not her, but currently, she pushed that from her mind and enjoyed the warmth.

"Are you still mad at us?" Buttercup laughed, pulling away slightly with a broad, pretty smile, "Boomer teaching you how to have fun?"

The two questions right in a row confused her for a moment, so she shook her head and then corrected herself and nodded.

"I think, uh, I think so?" She murmured back, aware people were watching them but doing an excellent job ignoring their gazes' weight. A first, in her experience.

Buttercup laughed and didn't ask her to clarify whether she thought she was mad or learning to have fun, which was fine by Blossom. Her thoughts were rolling away from her anyway.

"Course I am!" Another arm looped around her shoulders, pulling her into Boomer's chest, "We're doing great, right, Bloss?"

"Yeah," She agreed, relaxing in his hold as she took another sip from her red solo cup. After that, she lost track of the conversation, but Boomer's arm remained around her shoulders, tethering her to reality.

The room they all sat in seemed murky around the edges as she watched the group. Buttercup, surprisingly, held the spotlight. Her laughter was infectious, and Blossom couldn't help but notice how Bubbles she was being. She smiled into her cup as Buttercup launched into another nonsense story that Butch and Robin kept correcting the details of. Boomer would also chime in, prodding on the conversation. He and Buttercup commanded the room together, and she was somehow there with them, soaking it all up.

"Nooo," Buttercup giggled, arguing with Robin, "that's totally not what happened."

Butch snorted, his head lulling to the side as his free hand massaged Buttercup's neck, "babe, that's exactly how it happened."

"No, no," She smiled, letting her head bump against his, "Bloss, you remember, right, there were three snake monsters, not one?"

She blinked, swimming back to the surface at the sound of her name, "Uh, yeah?"

"See!" Buttercup pointed, "Even Blossom agrees with me! Three, not one!"

Butch laughed, sitting up, "Oh please, come on, listen, hey, Red?"

She smiled at him. Butch called her and Brick "Red," and it was cute but also sometimes confusing because who was he talking to? But, then he'd say, ack, both of you always have something to say, so both of you might as well listen, but he'd say it with more curse words, and not exactly like that either, but close, and then, she remembered Butch was waiting for her to answer.

"Yeah?"

"I've got blue hair, right?"

She smiled with him, forgetting the question almost instantly, "Um, yes?"

"No, shush, you're just trying to trick her," Buttercup waved him off over the sound of her own laughter, "no, she remembers, she does!"

Again, the conversation began to dull around her as she sank back into the murky waters of her brain.

Boomer squeezed her shoulders, and she looked up at him with a sluggish blink.

"Still good?" He smiled at her, "How you feelin'?"

She shook her head, but it took her a minute to verbally answer.

"Good," She agreed, more interested in the feel of him next to her and the rumbly sound his chest made when he talked than her state of intoxication, "murky. Dizzy. Uh, slow, but, uh, relaxed? I think relaxed? I don't know. What does that feel like, relaxed?"

He shrugged, his smile growing wider, "I think...like that, actually."

"Oh." She nodded, "That's nice. Good to know."

He laughed, and it was all she could focus on.

"That's nice too," she explained, "have I told you that before? You have a nice laugh."

His eyes crinkled, and he moved to say something, but now, words she couldn't find earlier started bubbling up her throat, and she didn't want to stop them.

"Thank you, by the way," She tangled her fingers with his hand dangling over her shoulder, "for encouraging me to do this and staying with me. I know this is probably boring for you, cause you know, you're bouncy and stuff, but I appreciate it. This was," She looked away from him and shook her head, agreeing with her own thoughts before blurting, "yeah, this was a smart idea, Boom, yeah, uh, yeah, smart, you know, getting drunk for the first time while I'm with people who care about me, and not, you know, some other time."

"Oh!" Boomer blinked a few times, and it seemed now, it was his turn to be at a loss for words, and that was interesting to Blossom because Boomer always had something to say, "uh, yeah, it's, uh—" He cleared his throat and shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, "—no problem, Bloss. Do you want more?"

He gestured to her cup, and she shook her head, "No thank you, I think—" She hiccupped, "—I think that was enough, but can we still sit here?"

"Yeah," He agreed, "yeah, that'd be, uh, sure, no problem."

Taking a page out of Buttercup's book, Blossom gave him a big smile before leaning her head against his shoulder. With a contented sigh, feeling safe and relaxed, she let her eyes slip close, enjoying the conversation flowing around her. It was pretty alright not being boring.

[addicted2coke-theothercoke]

Me: yeah sure, I might disagree but people are allowed to have their own opinions that don't line up with mine

Me when I see a decent but corporate and unfunny remark adaptation beat out an original and compelling sci-fi series that fixed all it's previous instalments problems on a poll for which was better:

[frozenhi-chews]

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[brosif40]

hello! I wanted to ask King Boo and Luigi don't they hate each other? Did something different happen so that now they love each other?

I think Luigi would eventually stop helping E.Gadd capture all those Boos n Ghosts after King Boo tells him "Hey, these are actual people you're putting into paintings, they have families too you know. And you have the nerve to say I'M the bad one, I'm just trying keep my people SAFE from the likes of you and that Professor. Just think about who's actually the bad one here." (Or something like that)

Luigi's a good guy you know, sweet and kind so I think he would feel bad for all the boo's n ghosts that had to suffer throughout this. So he eventually makes it up to the King by defending them from the Professor. Which eventually leads to KB trusting Luigi more (and ofc makes him realize he might LIKE like the green Plumber after they are more fond of eachother)