#lol this was a shorter post

[cutekittenlady]

Tumblr Plays Pokemon White 2 - Part 8

((So i actually had to go back and fight a bunch of trainers to get money for more pokeballs to try and catch pokemon with.))

Well hanging out in the lot was a lot of fun but now I think I'll head back down into the sewers and get to the pokemon center. I need to prepare.

Yeah I think he's feeling a little... frustrated. Look its this whole revenge thing, I don't really wanna get into it.

Iris then asks what I'm going to do now, and honestly? While I'm aiming to fight in the gym I think I need to train some first. Get a gas mask, complete a bit more of the pokdedex. Yada yada.

Also I'm actually nearly out of the pokeballs. I've only got, like, four. And three of those I dont wanna use yet.

Guess that means one thing. I gotta fight some trainers for cash.

I start in the sewers. I opt to not use healing items like potions. I'd rather not spend money trying to buy more so instead my team and I are just going to have the train the difficult way by healing at the pokemon center for free. Once we have enough money and balls saved up we can try to fill out more of the pokedex.

Besides I wanna make sure I'm strong enough to beat Burgh and this as good of an excuse as any to train up.

I actually try to avoid most of the wild pokemon, saving up our energy for the trianers.

Turns out one of the trainers I beat is a doctor so i was able to get my pokemon healed up! And immediately after that I found a scientist who gave me a super potion! Dang things are looking up! I found a few items in the sewer I might be able use or sell as well.

Place still reeks though.

Getting curious I choose to check out that gaping hole in the sewers and find myself in a cave system (relic passage) rather than explore further I opt to leave it alone for now and return later.

((I actually completely forgot about Relic passage when making the poll. XD I think I'll include it amongst the potential places to catch mons after we get our eevee encounter once we get enough money for more pokeballs.))

AAAnd that rare bone I found in the sewer sold for fifty bucks

NICE

And I spend ALL my money on great balls. I decide it'll be a good idea to head to that little hidden park to start some training.

I wonder around in the grass a bit and run into an Eevee. A friggin EEVEE! A wild one! I can't believe this! Those are insanely rare in Unova!

EVERY trainer wants an eevee!

Bentley! Aries! Do NOT screw this up!

I swap Bentley out for Molly both to take down Petilil sooner, and to avoid Bentleys old habits from kicking in.

Don't look at me like that Bentley you know what you did!

After that it was a matter of being insanely cautious with the damage.

Once I got eevee down to a reasonable health level I decided that now, now was the time to use that Ultra ball I was given back in Aspertia.

Ultra ball dont fail me now!

I select.

I throw.

aaaaaand

Eevee on the team!!!

Ohhhhh he is just so CUTE!

What shall I name him? I mean he was the first pokemon in this whole thing to win, more or less, by a massive landslide. So I feel like I should incorporate that in the name.

I asked my sister what I should name this Eevee and she suggest Pollemachus in reference to him winning the poll. That sounded werid so I was considering Champ but while we were discussing it and even seeing if Pollemachus would fit into the pokemon nickname section (it did not) we wound up coming across the name Pollux. Which apparently means "very sweet" some sources claimed it also meant "crown"? I'm not sure but given this pokemon by a Poll that was absolutely no contest I think it only seems right to give him a name in reference to it.

So after a LOT of debate the little Eevees name became Polux.

And now for the moment of truth.

The nature check.

I spent so much time looking for this Eevee. I can only hope the pokmeon challenge gods look favorably upon me.

Okay

Bentley. Quiet Nature.

Aries. Hasty Nature.

Molly. Hardy Nature.

Polux.

...

DOCILE NATURE

YES.

Now of course Polux is gonna need training but I think I may be okay to challenge the bug type gym!

There will be a set of new polls soon!

[waywardstation]

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[chilfucked]

is this anything

[reds-skull]

Both me and price looking at that pic of them sleeping: do it for them...

(This was supposed to be like. 2 panels rip)

[manicpixiedreamedwins]

I’m going absolutely insane right now because @wordsinhaled and I were just discussing how books and reading are such crucial symbols in payneland’s relationship.

Their relationship started (or was very close to starting) with a bedtime story. Charles died while Edwin was reading him to sleep. He then makes the decision to stay with him after that story. (Sometimes I wonder if he knew he was going to follow him forever at this point and was just trying to be chill don’t mind me I am just screaming and and crying and—)

Then they open the agency. They collect a whole LIBRARY of books. Just. Stay with me. STAY with me—

So books are a thing for them. It’s also been established that Charles doesn’t seem to read them without Edwin, as evidenced by the fact that Edwin tells Charles “…the texts in our office aren't just for display” in episode three, and Charles does not contest his claim- he does ask him to scold less and explain the concepts though.

SO WHAT MAKES ME UTTERLY UNWELL IS I THINK EDWIN READING WITH HIM IS REALLY SPECIAL TO CHARLES and then Monty rolls up with an astrology book like it’s no big thing and oh. Suddenly Edwin has cast him aside after the Devlin House. And reading together was their thing. It was their fucking thing. It has been their thing since they met when Charles died.

And Charles doesn’t even have the words to vocalize why this is upsetting to him because he’s so used to getting stuck in a fawn response. He tells Edwin he thinks it’s “brills that he’s in a good mood” but they need to try and leave (even though that is NOT the face of someone who thinks this is brills lol).

That’s all. I’m so normal about them :))))))

[happyheidi]

Practical Magic (1999) edit of this post

[ask-the-pioneer]

Out of curiosity why do you bow before eating?

"It's a sign of respect."

"When I kill to eat, I know I am taking a life. I do it out of necessity. The creature's life moves to me so that I can survive and prosper. With this gesture, I pay tribute to its sacrifice."

"The bow is also to acknowledge the work of a person who brought the food, to feed me and the others. You're not pressured to do that, but even if the meal isn't to your liking, you would still recognize the effort. Our colony was small, with Hunter as the only adult, so any food brought back was celebrated."

"In my later cycles, the ability to craft explosive spears became incredibly useful for hunting and self-defense. I had a natural advantage, but it was to be exercised with caution."

"Truth is, I can do a lot of damage with my «powers». It's a big, alienating responsibility. And it was an issue in my younger cycles when I couldn't control it well - sometimes people around me would get hurt, but despite that, I was shown kindness and given guidance by my mentor. My adoptive family did not treat me like a freak, and it mattered a lot to me. It still does."

"I feel no need for bloodlust. I am content with my life… for the most part. Whatever grievances I may have, I know it's bad to take it out on others. For the temporary relief it gives, you realize it really is not worth it. To kill for sport, it makes my stomach turn - a sad waste of life. Just because I can, doesn't mean I should. Cruel thoughts are the domain of a scared animal. I don't want to live in suffering because of such fear, and most of all I don't want my family to think less of me. Does that make sense? I wouldn’t want to disappoint them, or lose their trust…"

"When I hunt for food, I often think of what my mentor would say. Those thoughts guide my spears, the memories remind me to be kind in the face of the vast, indifferent world. Most of the creatures out there have it considerably worse than me, trying to survive nature day by day. I've been blessed with a mark, I know things that a typical slugcat would never need in their life. I don't think I can ever go back - knowledge, like my «powers», are both a blessing and a curse. And, dare I say, I think it is better that I have those powers… for I know, at the very least, that I trust myself to use them wisely."

"The bow is a sign of respect, and a gentle reminder of the things that I stand for."

[deoidesign]

Return date for my webcomic, Time and Time Again!

It's been set for a while but sometimes they change the date without warning, so I'll keep you updated if anything changes!

I'm extremely proud of the work I've been doing on it, I can't wait to share everything!

See you then!

[virtualfolk]

simself attempt 😳

[redflavor]

SUNMI pporappippam (보라빛 밤), 2020 dir. fantazylab (Kim Zi-yong)

[nattikay]

OC lineup! All the characters that currently exist in this "story"

[kastheory]

steve did not bully eddie in "the past" steve was a grade below him for 3 out of 4 years of his high school career freshman steve heard this weird loudass sophomore talking w his friends at 100 decibels in the hallway about fighting elves in the woods or something (steve did not know what larping was nor care to find out) and then he went to class bc are you insane hes not fucking w a sophomore you dont normally fuck w people ahead of your grade especially if they yell at people and wear chains and get into fights in the woods (with elves?) and you dont even have classes w them. you dont even care much about them in the first place beyond passing gossip like HAVE YOU GUYS EVER BEEN IN HIGH SCHOOL. sorry. anyway.

then steve keeps catching this guy in his periphery over the next two years shouting about board games and controversial food opinions and metal bands that steve likes a few songs from but could not ever imagine giving that much of a shit about. like at all. and by (steve's) year 3 the motherfucker is bouncing off the walls giving speeches about what the hell ever and saying he cant fucking WAIT to get out of this FUCKED UP PLACE!!!! YEP ITS TRUE IN LESS THAN ONE MEASLY YEAR ILL BE SAYING MY SWEET SWEET GOODBYES TO THIS BRAINLESS CONFORMIST PRISON!!!! and hardly anyone reacts beyond rolling their eyes or snickering to their friends about it and this includes steve because who cares literally who cares. this guys been causing a ruckus since the beginning of time and hes weird and unpredictable and not worth trying to shove in a locker he would probably evade the attack anyway like a nimble mouse or squirrel he might even try to bite you. and steve didnt shove anybody in lockers in the first place so who cares and yeah he has pretty eyes and a funny way of talking and moving around but WHO CARES

and then steve goes through the first round of nightmarish shit that would become a yearly ordeal and then wraps up junior year in a perfectly normal not haunted whatsoever fashion. and then hes a senior and in his subtly cringefail era (ongoing) and that freak guy is STILL HERE for some reason and kinda pissed off and possibly a bit devastated about it so okay great now steve has a few classes with this angry weirdo loudguy but. crucially. he has had a lot of OTHER SHIT to deal with lately (MONSTERS ARE REAL) (GIRL DIED IN HIS POOL) (GF RESENTS HIM) (HAS NO FRIENDS) (COLLEGE APPS) so the only effect eddie's constantly loudmouthed & often unwarranted input during class ever has is that it adds a little flavor to the constant metaphorical and literal headache of steves life.

and then he goes through round 2 of shit and finishes his senior year with little hope for a satisfying future ahead of him and never once thinks about that guy again except when his fellow grads whisper about oh my godd did you hear that the freak flunked out again hahaha and yep sure enough eddie's not there at the graduation ceremony. and he thinks huh i wonder what his fucking problem is and then he MOVES ON. the end. thats the extent of """their past""" at least in terms of any actual interactions btwn the two of them i promise okay listen to me. i was there

[aplaceinme]

Tommy tiptoed out of the room, being careful so as not to wake up Buck. They had arrived from Eddie’s place a couple of hours ago, and while Buck had fallen asleep rather quickly after Tommy left him completely satiated, Tommy found that he couldn’t sleep. 

He went down to his basement, where he kept his studio piano. It was in there, hidden, for a reason. 

Turning on the light, he approached the bench and sat down. He touched the fallboard softly, it was almost a caress. 

The piano was old, but it still sounded good. It had belonged to Tommy’s mother, who loved music. Everything about her had been musical. She loved to sing and would do it while cooking, washing the dishes, folding their clothes, and in the shower. She knew how to play the piano, the guitar, the clarinet, and the violin. Her voice was melodic, and even her laugh chimed like silver bells. 

She would always sing lullabies to get him to fall asleep. And she had also been the one to teach him how to play the piano. 

Being at Eddie’s place today made him think of her. Just like Chris, Tommy lost his mother when he was also a little kid. 

Tommy knew that Eddie made a lot of mistakes and that Chris had legitimate reasons to be mad, but he also knew that Eddie was trying to be a good parent. And that was something that Tommy never had. 

After his mom had died, Tommy’s dad turned into a cold man, whose only joy in life was drinking everything he could get his hands on. Music no longer had a place in their home. 

His father had forbidden Tommy to play the piano and had sold it to a neighbour. All the rest of the instruments had a similar fate.  

During high school, Tommy had started to work for one of the town mechanics and had saved every single dollar of his paycheck. Once he had gotten enough, he had knocked on his neighbour’s door and had begged him to sell him the piano back. His neighbour had refused the money, and Tommy had been devastated. He had run back to his house and had sobbed on his bed, which ended up earning him a beating. A circumstance that had turned into a daily occurrence.

Years passed and one day, when he was back in the States and waiting to be deployed, he got a call from a lawyer. His neighbour had died and had left him a piano. Tommy’s knees had bucked up and he had gotten all choked up. It wasn’t until he saw the piano, and touched it again after years of not doing it, that the tears came. 

Ever since then, the piano had been with him whenever he lived, but in a place where he wouldn't see it all the time.

Over the years, he started to play again but only occasionally. Playing it was always a bittersweet situation. He would get wonderful but painful memories of his mom.

Now, Tommy opened the fallboard and positioned his hands above the keys. 

He thought about today. About how Eddie had tried to make a home for Chris, and how he was still trying little by little to make a better one for him. Tommy had lost the feeling of having a home when his mother was gone, and no matter how hard he had tried since then, with friends, with co-workers, and with previous relationships, he never got that feeling back. But maybe now things could be different. Maybe now…

Sighing, he started to play a random tune, just letting his fingers move where they wanted.

Soon, he started to play a song that he had heard a while back while on a date with Buck and that had resonated deeply with him. 

Closing his eyes, he began by just humming the lyrics, but then he started to sing softly. 

“I know how it feels being by yourself in the rain

We all need someone to stay

We all need someone to stay

Hear the fallen and lonely cry out

Will you fix me up, will you show me hope?

The end of the day and we're helpless

Can you keep me close, can you love me most?”

“I didn’t know you could play.”

Buck’s voice startled him, making him jump and stop playing abruptly. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Buck said, ducking his head and rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

Smiling and feeling breathless at the adorableness of one Evan Buck Buckley, Tommy replied, “It’s ok, I was just lost in my head, and in the music.”

“Can I?” Buck pointed at the bench.

“Of course,” Tommy said, making room for him. 

“So, you know how to play piano?” 

“Yeah, my mom taught me when I was a kid.”

“That’s nice. I’ve always wanted to play an instrument but I’ve never learned,” Buck admitted sheepishly. 

“Well, no time like the present,” Tommy reassured him.

“What?” Buck squeaked. “No, no. Maybe another day, now I want to hear you. It sounded beautiful. Please?”

“Ok, ok. Don’t give me that look, it’s not fair! You know I can’t say no to your baby blues.”

A blush started to creep up from Buck’s neck but he smiled that sweet and loving smile that seemed to be just for Tommy. 

Tommy breathed deeply and started to play once again. 

“You were alone left out in the cold

Clinging to the ruin of your broken home

Hear the fallen and lonely cry out

Will you fix me up, will you show me hope?

The end of the day and we're helpless

Can you keep me close, can you love me”

Opening his eyes, which had closed once he had started singing softly, he looked directly at Buck. 

Buck’s eyes were glistening with tears, but they also reflected what they had yet to say to one another. Those three little but powerful words. Tommy was sure his eyes were reflecting the exact same thing.

With his heart in his throat, Tommy continued the song, never breaking eye contact with Buck.

“Hear the fallen and lonely cry out

Will you fix me up, will you show me hope?

The end of the day and we're helpless

Can you keep me close, can you love me most?

Can you keep me close, can you love me most?

Can you keep me close, can you love me most?”

He barely finished the song, his voice hitching at the end.

Silence reigned in the basement. 

They looked at each other intently, saying with their eyes all the things they wanted to say to each other but couldn’t because they were still afraid, and insecure given their previous life experiences. 

If they could, they would be saying, “You could be my home. Can I be your home?” and “I want to be loved, can you love me? Because I love you.” 

They weren’t there yet, so instead, Tommy lifted his hand to Buck’s jaw and kissed him. It was a tender, loving, and deep kiss. 

Yes, they weren’t there yet, but they were going to. Tommy was starting to believe it more and more. Buck might just be the one who could stay and make a home with him.

Song: Someone to Stay by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

[paradoxlemonade]

My current aromantic emotion

[time-slink]

requesting a boat boys sketch because i have double life feels

(ask and art from a while ago, forgot to post it haha)

[astranauticus]

inspired by this post by tumblr user @orphiclovers. the lines are direct quotes from the novel but the scene itself isnt a redraw of any specific novel scene, i just really wanted to draw black coat 1863 x white coat 1864 HSY lol