#my brain has exploded

[multifandominfj]

I’m gonna need 7-10 business to recover because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! Alba forever being in “yeah, I’m a sexy bitch” mode while Marta is giving golden retriever energy.

How are these women even remotely real?! 😮‍💨🪭🤤

[janeprentissashes]

ALERT ALERT IZZY ROLAND CHARLI XCX REFERENCE ALERT ALERT

[soda-sparkss]

the truest symbol of friendship

the clown shark plush i found on instagram

[an-unraveling-unknown]

i am baffled i am BEFUDDLED I am goING VERY ENTHUSIASTICALLY BONKERS BECAUSE NO ONE TOLD ME THAT

HOZIER AND NOAH KAHAN HAVE PREFORMED TOGETHER.

I HAVE PERISHED.

[willalove75]

I WAS TODAY FUCKIN YEARS OLD WHEN I REALIZED THAT BOBBY FROM LAW AND ORDER ORGANIZED CRIME IS JESUS IN LADY GAGAS MUSIC VIDEO FOR JUDAS OH MY GODDDDD

IM SCREAMINGGGGGGG

[ficto-willo]

𝐋𝐨𝐠 9- 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞

It was as if all I needed to do was just fully acknowledge I am Twyla and boom, I feel like I’ve seen most of my life now from this different universe. Future logs will almost be like lore dumps as I explain who I am and the world I was from, but for now, I have more interesting news.

I’ve remembered the person who was making me feel as if there were a hole in my soul, due to me not remembering who, like the key thing I needed to remember to “unlock” more.

I (Twyla) am roommates with a variant of Elissabat! I couldn’t help but tear up as I was hit with a wave of realization as I saw her face in such a casual memory. There’s so much to unpack and I can’t wait to share what Elissabat is to Twyla. My hands are shaking with energy as I type this, sorry I forgot you, Elissabat ♡

[gemkun]

@luckquartzed said : “Negative b, plus or minus, the square root of b squared… minus 4ac over 2a…” Aventurine flips through the textbook and scoffs. “This is what they teach kids in school? Man, I’m glad I never went. How come there’s nothing in here about voting, opening a credit account, buying a house or first aid? Who thought this belonged in public academics instead of specialized university?” He drops the book in the trash. “What a waste of 500 credits.” “It’s all inductive anyways, can’t really prove anything, watch out for the giant teapot orbiting the sun. Also moons are all made of cheese.” Aven is just being an add at this point and he knows it. “How come no matter what colour the liquid, the froth is always white?”

      ⸻       this   was   to   be   absolutely   expected.   though   ,   it   is   not   the   fault   of   the   avgin   ,   but   rather   the   education   system   and   its   failure   to   indicate   applications   relevant   to   the   livelihoods   of   others.   ❝   it   is   one   aspect   ,   but   there   are   plenty   of   other   topics   that   are   covered   within   prescribed   syllabi.   ❞   he   eyes   the   discarded   purchase   —   identifying   the   precious   publication   being   laid   to   waste.

  still   ,   his   subsequent   reasoning   ,   borders   absurdity.   in   fact   ,   it   is   explicitly   nonsensical.   ❝   what   you   have   a   listed   are   essentials   ,   no   doubt   ,   but   you   severely   underestimate   the   capabilities   of   the   quadratic   formula.   ❞   outstretched   ,   he   is   thankful   that   the   fallen   text   is   not   marred   by   assorted   scraps   ,   and   for   that   ,   his   retrieval   follows.   he   dusts   it   then   ,   to   remedy   its   bruised   state   ,   before   he   passes   it   to   its   respective   owner   ,   both   former   and   returned.

  ❝   it   is   a   consolidation   that   allows   the   ability   to   solve   the   simplest   type   of   polynomial   equations   that   can   be   used   to   study   complex   systems   within   certain   limits.   they   appear   routinely   in   all   facets   of   mathematics   and   if   you   do   not   appreciate   this   formula   ,   you   will   surely   struggle   as   you   venture   further   into   arithmetic   problems.   ❞   flipping   open   the   educational   tool   ,   he   exposes   the   strategist   to   the   mediocre   explanation   across   glossy   pages.   to   assist   his   elaboration.   ❝   what   you   fail   to   comprehend   ,   is   this   concept   ,   is   applicable   to   countless   conditions   in   everyday   life   ,   including   your   dice   throws.   ❞

  and   perhaps   ,   one   he   employs   when   he   faces   these   roulettes   with   the   stoneheart.   ❝   in   its   most   basic   form   ,   it   determines   the   area   of   figures   —   by   expressing   the   area   with   a   quadratic   equation   ,   we   can   seamlessly   calculate   this   unknown.   if   we   take   this   further   ,   another   example   is   a   projectile   :   the   place   where   it   lands   ,   the   distance   travelled   and   the   time   it   takes   to   reach   its   vertex   can   be   established.   have   you   worked   out   its   use   yet   ?   ❞

  raised   brow   curls   ,   prompting   the   elite   in   a   manner   that   spells   ❛   this   should   be   obvious   ❜.   and   yet   ,   the   questions   persist   ,   coaxing   a   launch   of   spaced   out   sighs   ,   but   the   doctor   answers   nevertheless.   ❝   it   proves   plenty   ,   gambler.   i   should   assign   you   to   not   only   completing   this   section   in   your   book   ,   that   you   must   take   greater   care   of   ,   but   i   should   also   task   you   to   understand   its   application   in   your   daily   conventions.   ❞

  finality   falls   in   his   next   conviction   ,   with   piercing   gaze   to   deter   the   director   from   bothering   any   longer.   since   ,   well   ,   they   both   have   more   pressing   matters   to   attend.   ❝   to   correct   you   ,   not   all   foam   is   white.   however   ,   in   the   case   you   speak   of   ,   the   froth   is   white   due   to   light   refraction.   since   it   is   made   of   bubbles   ,   which   are   pockets   of   air   ,   light   that   enters   must   pass   through   a   number   of   surfaces   ,   which   scatter   it   in   different   directions   that   produces   this   white   colour.   ❞

  certainly   ,   this   must   sate   the   liquidation   specialist.   though   ,   if   not   ,   he   has   no   more   minutes   left   to   spare.

[stopcallingmeafurryiswearimnotok]

w. h. a. t.

I’m celebrating Halloween by reposting my favorite creepy artwork, H. R. Van Dongen’s 1980 cover to ‘The Grotto of the Formigans,’ by Daniel Da Cruz. The Formigans are a hive-mind-style swarm of underground monsters that need human hosts. The good news: They’ll feed you something that makes you immortal. The bad news: It also paralyzes you, and they’ll use your body to grow the fungus that keeps them alive.

[improvapocalyps]

You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)

In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!

Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)

[text under cut]

1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined

2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both

3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer：I just wanted to see him one more time).

4. Define two (2)： Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore

5. True or False： i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.

thumbnails:

sketch cover thing for imgur link:

[remxedmoon]

save me bonnie isat… bonnie isat… save me…

woah what!!! isat fanart with color??? preposterous. greyscaled versions under the cut!! (and also the last doodle without the crusty old drawing next to it!! incase you want to use it for anything)

anyways. uh. scampers away like a little rat

[ptanalo]

somethin somethin Woah

[ry--chu]

montresor is such a fascinating villain to me I need to study him in a lab. he is deep seated fear, coated in self loathing and insecurity, coated in rage and bravado, and he's a monster and he doesn't know how to be anything else. he was told he was worthless and despicable his whole life and he decided if he would never be good enough he may as well be the devil they told him he was. he needs to pick fights he needs to be hated he hates being ignored he needs to control people but hates being genuinely loved he can't show weakness he is deeply insecure in his masculinity he took his religious trauma and started dressing as a preacher to fleece people at cards and seduce random women he killed a man on instinct to protect a dog he often laughs uncontrollably and I am blowing him up 1 million billion times with my mind

WHAT'S THE BLACKMAIL ANNABEL. I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HE TOLD YOU I NEED TO KNOW WHAT SECRET COULD DESTROY HIM

[cerasifera]

you know how maria skłodowska curie used to sleep with a vial of radium under her pillow? yeah

[kooks4looks]

IMAGINE going to the theater to watch a KIDS movie 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣😂🤣

[dewey-duck-rp]

Waaaaiiittt whaaaattt?

Scrooge McDuck is my favorite lesbian

[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 :)