#my love for him grows every day

[bixels]

I just saw one of your fave games is What remains of Edith Finch and I’m so happy! I feel like its a lesser known game but i loved playing through it. I’m so happy to know more than just my small friend group know about this game!

Sorry this isn’t a question. Also want to say that you’re art is amazing and the development of the designs is so interesting to see. Also the way you draw intimate scenes have so much emotion to them. I love the Aj and rarity kissing comic so much, you can just feel their love for each other ;w;

Thank you so much!

I highly, highly, highly recommend What Remains of Edith Finch to anyone interested in narrative game experiences/"walking simulators." It's one of those games that was handcrafted with nothing but love. Every room you explore is just... real. The way the light flows in and makes the colors of the living room, the kitchen, the bedrooms glow. Playing the game is like walking through your childhood home as an adult and seeing how the dust clings to everything you once touched. Also genius-level gameplay mechanics, ones that can make you completely empathetic with the character you're embodying or feel completely complacent in their tragedy. It's really not fair to call it a walking simulator because it's so much more and so much smarter than that.Everyone talks about the fish one.

The theme of death and memory and storytelling and the burden of invisible trauma and self-fulfilling prophecies is so affecting too. The ending made me cry.

[starry-bi-sky]

What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.

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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 

Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 

Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 

Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 

Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  

She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 

Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 

Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 

The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 

Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.

“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.

“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 

‘Martha Mae Knight’ was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.

Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 

“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.

“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”

Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 

Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 

Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 

Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 

There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 

“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 

When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.

[lavender-twilight23]

MMKAY, TIME FOR MORE OF MY WILDLY-SPECIFIC X-MEN RAMBLING PAIRED WITH GIFS I SPENT TOO LONG MAKING.

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Erik Lehnsherr takes a hilarious amount of joy walking around and interrupting the X-Men doing things only to hit them with a surprisingly deep bit of advice or some shit then walk off like a bamf

Like my man literally rolls up, INSULTS Hank, then strolls off

And he did this soon before he was going to try and leave the CIA base. So he must’ve just been like “I’m leaving soon and stealing some files but oh wait lemmie go fuck some shit up real fast brb”

Whyyyy is he walking like that?????

Such a confident bitch ass strut

My man knows he’s hot and walks like it

Charles has impeccable taste

(Wait wtf after writing ‘taste’, my keyboard on my iPhone suggested the tongue emoji as the next option, like whattttt)

Gifs made by me in Canva 🎬

Goddammit I love writing these oddly specific X-men rambles 🤣🤣

[rapidhighway]

uh night mode engaged sparkle on!

[ghoulspaw]

LYCA DW IM YOUR FRIEND!!!!! WE'RE BEST FRIENDS !!!!!!

(lyca's affinity 8)

LYCA I'D DIE FOR YOU 🗣

Bonus: (the other option)

[sunnfish]

[ID: A digital illustration of Tashiro Gonzaburou from Sasaki to Miyano. He is shown from the knees up, wearing his outfit from his 2024 official birthday art. He’s holding a hand over his head to block the sunlight, and is smiling and looking off to the side. His hair and clothes wave as if blown by wind. The color palette consists of bright blues, oranges, and greens. The artist’s signature “sunnfish 2024” is written on the side. /End ID]

My girlfriend gon-chan

[heeheeposting]

Wilson works in a toy store to afford living among humans 💔 is it worth it!

[schmweed]

[pinkmirth]

will never stop posting about him . . . i don’t even think i could if i wanted to

[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

I realized I had forgotten to swatch for the button hole before starting the second sleeve. And an Hour later I have a swatch with 8 button holes before I got happy with how they look. The pattern basically says "make buttonhole" and I'm not experienced enough with garment knitting to go on just that.

I did manage to confirm that despite sizing up my yarn, I'm still going to need 1 inch/25mm buttons. I don't currently have 6 matching 25mm buttons that would look good with this yarn, so decisions have to be made. And unfortunately my brain has decided the best possible button would be a rose gold coloured shank back(?) button preferably that looks like an actual flower. Which, good luck to me for finding that relatively affordably.

I think I'm just going to knit the cardigan and decide once it's all sewn up. If it fits well and I think I'll wear it, I'll spend the money to get Nice buttons.

[ghostdrinkssoup]

thinking about the first time will sees hannibal after three years. how the highly sophisticated man he remembers now looks wearier, his hair a little shorter, the lines in his face a little deeper. how he’s been degraded but still holds himself with pride and dignity, refusing to be humiliated. how will is a married man and really thought he was doing okay but knew he was kidding himself the moment he laid eyes on hannibal again because it doesn’t matter how much time passes he’s still horribly in love with him and never truly moved on. he knows he lost his heart the day hannibal gave himself up, and it didn’t start beating again until this moment, three years later. and the ache of it hurts so much more than it did before. if anything, the longer they’re separated the worse it gets

[luxrayz64]

cyberverse megop is like endlessly hysterical to me bc this megatron in particular is just suchhh a messy bitch right to the very end. like the fact that they have on multiple occasions attempted peace talks...? that even after a million billion years he's still hitting optimus with the "you could join me, old friend!" bro doesnt even want to be here. he wants that cookie so bad. and the craziest part is autism prime over here isnt even like a hard catch. if megatron would just be normal and communicate directly for like a minute the war would be over and they could suck face. unfortunately i think doing so would Actually kill him. like he'd die on the spot if he admitted to wanting something that isn't ultimate power. so everyone just has to like die fighting this absolutely pointless war bc megatron cant get over his own ass for a single minute. and its honestly kind of incredible to witness. fumbletron for real. I'd say we should kill him but he already dies so incredibly badly that he's effectively just written out of the show entirely like he never even existed so.

[femslashspuffy]

SHUT UP everyone SHUT UP. I just realized Venom is gonna be the first trilogy ever where I'll have watched every film in theaters during the original release. The first time EVER for me???

6 years. I was just finishing middle school and now I'm half way through college. And the whole time ive had the same interest in the world's most fuckable alien. There is not a single other thing that I have consistenty remained interested in in the past 6 years. And I get to watch 3/3 in theaters. How wonderful. How marvelous. Even if I DO have to sit between my straightest friend and my father. That's so crazy

[katyspersonal]

Fears that I've been repressing and not addressing, telling myself to stand tall and "not show weakness", started to slip into my nightmares.

I just want to crawl under my blanket and cry, cry, cry until I've cried myself to sleep... and wake up in a better parallel world, where my paranoia is not eating me alive, where I can feel trust and comfort.

[seokwoosmole]

Oh Yukio they could never make me hate you.

Make me extremely angry and frustrated and fill me with the desire to reach my hands through the screen and knock some major sense into you? Maybe even occasionally feel dislike for you? Yes.

But not hate you😔

[lurafita]

Visual Novel/Comic mundane AU

How about mundane au with Magnus and Clary being the creators of a visual novel/comic series

(Clary does the drawings and Magnus the story),

and the both of them taking inspiration for the characters from the people they meet at a local coffee shop?

Alec, a secret comic nerd and huge fan of said visual novel/comic, and completely enamored with the wizard character in the series, gets even more into it when the story introduces an archer character who is immediately flirted with by the wizard.

And is it just his imagination, or does the wizard kinda resemble the cute asian guy he sometimes sees hunched over his laptop at his favorite coffee shop?