#nOT REALLY IM STILL BUZZING

[in-a-tizzy]

IT HAPPENED

I MET THE WONDERFUL VOICE OF OUR FAVORITE FELINE!!! He was so nice even tho i was so awkward and starstruck during the whole interaction. Like, i’m STILL buzzing even after getting home hours after it happened.

My friend is going the third day and i can’t so she’s gonna get my Funko Pop signed for me (which god bless her, like imma pay her back of course but still 🙏 if you’re reading this girl, ily)

ANYWHO ENOUGH JIBBER JABBER (if you even read all of it)-

[ktsphere]

Kiell signed my painting!!

[6B Pencil & watercolour]

[buggbuzz]

yo can someone explain to me why ppl get pissed about like-spamming? cause i've been on tumblr for about 8 years now and i still don't get it. im a total slut for attention and i like knowing when people go "ooh, i like this account!" and scroll through everything i have for awhile; its very flattering.

[mothbeasts]

i miss posting and making and engaging with ieytd content but I will be honest sometimes it feels alienating. as a lesbian.

[figsbass]

if i could bottle any feeling in the world it would be everything i felt between the last minutes of bahumia into the transition to one big bed

[steakout-05]

*proceeds to display my dad's collection of 80s garfield books that i'm keeping, the garfield plushies and stickers i have literally all over my room, the thousands of comics i have downloaded on all of my devices and my entire side blog that is specifically dedicated to jon arbuckle*

[jonny-b-meowborn]

I wish Road 96 had a game mode where you can just replay specific scenes without having to replay the whole game. Maybe like, if you achieve all endings, or the best ending, you'd unlock that scene mode. Or like, a mode where you go through one specific character's story, having all of their scenes in a row. And yes this wish is 100% motivated by my love for Jarod and my desire to replay his scenes over and over. Of course it is

[nevalizona]

I NEED to pick out a last name for Anthony because I just feel like an ER Doctor/Trauma Surgeon (I haven't decided yet) should have a last name ya know? No one is calling him Dr.Anthony🤦😭

[seariii]

I was stressed but now i'm more chill and really sleepy...

[bees-tes-blog]

Dd2 ask!

Arisen and pawn

#7, #16

Misc/ au

#7, #8

questions from here!

Arisen & Pawn - What are their least favourite enemies to fight?

perfect question for projecting hard! post jesse's vocation change to mystic spearhand, harpylikes are definitely on that list. having been an archer, adjusting to a combat style with less effective ranged attacks makes flying enemies that would normally be target practice frustrating in a way jesse doesn’t have the patience for. constantly trying to counter their sleep magic as his master flails in their general direction for so long is a drain on mati as well. pre vocation change though? chimeras.

Arisen & Pawn - What is the “silliest” order VS what is the “worst” order your Arisen has given your Pawn? (These things potentially don’t have to be separate.)

I had to think about this one—it’s such a good question that circumstances make so difficult to answer. one thing about jesse is he will not give orders (as much as mati often wishes he did). tbh he rarely even asks for help when he needs it. but I’ll try to answer with what is probably the most foolish thing he’s asked of his pawn. in the version of the stolen throne that exists only in my head, jesse asks mati to accompany him to the masquerade instead of going alone. mati knows this to be an awful idea. after all, pawns are not permitted within the palace grounds—should their mission take a turn for the worse, his presence might only put his master in further danger. but mati is not quick to turn down the opportunity to feel needed. if jesse wants him there, he will go. at the very least, he reasons, this way he'll be at his master’s side, ready to act at a moment's notice in the event something does go wrong. they elect not to tell the captain of their plan. alas, they’re way out of their element. they fumble through their attempts to fit into the gathered company, they miss cues, they distract each other, they linger in places far too long. and as it turns out, a mysterious stranger with an unmistakable otherworldly aura draws attention at such events. slipping away without being noticed proves challenging. at some point after they decide to separate to give jesse a better shot at searching the area, the wrong person catches a glimpse of mati's bared pawnprint and it's all downhill from there. the second he's out of sight once more he rushes to his master's side, and jesse doesn’t need to be told twice that it's time to go. with the help of the very same secret door their quarry disappeared through at the beginning of the night—special thanks of course to lady wilhelmina—they escape by the skin of their teeth, guards losing their trail, before their identities are discovered (by the common crowd, anyway). so there it is. I realize this doesn’t exactly answer the question, but I hope it’s of interest regardless :,)

Miscellany & AU - Share a theme song for each of them

for jesse:

if I'm crazy then it's true that it's all because of you and you wouldn’t want me any other way

and for mati:

under perfection I woke as you protected your home I just kept getting stronger I did my best to control the growing unrest in my soul I could suppress it no longer

Miscellany & AU - What’s that one random fact about them you want to yell about?

since I already do quite a lot of yelling about random facts unprompted, I'm gonna take this opportunity to indulge a little more in something I barely ever do and share a few other misc songs that remind me of them:

champagne supernova - oasis (I added this to the playlist with a very particular image in mind of the final cutscene of ddda even before I knew how much it fit their story in dd2 as well. it's very jesse all around. and the water sounds in the beginning? chefs kiss) the magic position - patrick wolf (so mati. sort of bestowal of spirit to me, even more so for dd2) nothing left to lose - the alan parsons project (I've actually briefly mentioned this one before in a ramble post but I'm bringing it back. it's fitting for jesse at the end of ddda.) paid in full - sonata arctica (post-ddda, after mati’s begun living in jesse’s form. he's crisis 💖 everything about this song is just so perfect for him. runs straight into a wall)

thank you for the ask! <3

[kittykatinabag]

Research question for the neuroscientists: Does alcohol's effects on the brain mimic dopamine's effect on the brain?

Yeah I know there's the whole thing about inhibition and lower of cognitive barriers, but I'm talking like the molecule level. Like whatever passes the blood brain barrier with alcohol to make the brain act this way, does that molecule/signal/whatever look suspiciously like dopamine because my god the delusion I get when I'm drinking feels like the few times I've overloaded my system with dopamine/oxytocin etc but with blurrier vision.

I single out alcohol because well, I've never done hard drugs and the few times I've smoked weed makes me paranoid and anxious. Its only alcohol that's made me feel this way, though I'm sure harder drugs would too but my family does tend to have a history of functional addiction so I try to avoid most drugs. Honestly don't even drink that much now-a-days either, at least not to the levels that I did back in 2019.

[quasieli]

Annoying genderqueer ND moment: Kinda wanting to chop off my hair bc of sensory issues but also (sometimes) loving how it looks longer.

[ttlmt]

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[vonlipvig]

challengers is still the best movie of the year btw. if anyone was wondering.

[fandom-blackhole]

for sleepover ask 💌 :

historical!au + bookstore!au

obi-wan (mullet!wan) is a quiet (but sometimes bitchy) bookstore owner. period piece. could be ye olde bookstore in medieval times, a bookstore next door to a saloon/brothel in the wild west, etc.

Come Celebrate with Me!

6. Bookshop AU 1. Historical AU (Wild West)

Bookshop Owner!Obi Wan x Teacher!Reader

You were still rather new to the small town when you'd entered the small bookstore looking for materials that'd be good for your newly acquired teaching position. Upon entering the store itself gave off a first impression of being heavily disorganized and all over the place, but with closer inspection you'd noticed it was rather neatly organized just in the owner's own self appointed system. 

It was as you trailed your finger along several titles stopping to gently pull out a weathered copy of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, that you'd noticed a brush of movement, silent in every way but to the eye. Just barely seen over the top of a neighboring shelf, you'd spotted a person puzzling over the books in front of them, or at least it seemed that way with what little you could see of flickering eyes that seemed bluer than the sky outside and furrowed brows. You hadn't meant to watch the person, but each time you'd tried to pull your eyes away, back to the shelf in front of you, you'd found them drifting back to glance at those clear blue eyes. After the third time this happened, you felt an embarrassed frustrated flush heat the tips of your ears as you made yet another attempt to page through the copy in your hands, only managing to leaf through a few more pages before finding your eyes trailing upwards once more, only now your eyes met the clear blue as they'd finally noticed your own quiet movement. 

Fully embarrassed now, you watched with a bit of alarm as the person moved in your direction, the clear blue of their eyes now shining with curiosity. In only a few seconds he'd made his way to where you stood clutching Frankenstein to your chest like a lifeline once you got a full view of the man.

Clean. That was your first impression of him. His hair sweated back behind his ears and fell in soft waves to the very top of his shoulders. Shoulders of which you couldn't stop your brain from making an appreciative note were broad with strong looking arms and a full chest connected. He wore just a simple loose cream button down and brown trousers with a set of similarly colored suspenders, of which didn't seem to be doing much as they hung loosely around his waist, and what a waist it was.

Thoughts leading nowhere good, you startled and snapped out of your revelry, dragging your eyes up to meet his again, only pausing once to take in the pin secured to the not of his loose blue neckerchief, small and weathered bronze, obviously old and loved it was circular and printed with what looked like a set of wings with a star connecting both sides in the middle, it was quite beautiful in a plain sort of way. 

Once your eyes met again, you found a soft smile and crinkled eyes to greet you along with a just as softly accented, "Hello there."

Still embarrassed at your gawking, you cleared your throat and answered with your own soft, "Good afternoon."

The man unphased, and seemingly endlessly curious leaned forward, smile somewhat mischievous now, said, "I truly hope its not too forward, but I've never had the grace of seeing you around before, let alone in my shop, may I ask for your name?"

Stuttering out your name, you felt the heat return, but more as a simmering in your chest as you heard the man speak more, his accent a perfect compliment to the rest of his perfectly imperfect-ness. But the man, completely oblivious to your quiet replies, only smiles wider at you and bids you welcome to his shop once more as he introduced himself to you before asking, "And what brings such a fresh face to this part of the world?"

"Oh, I've, uh, I've been hired on to be the town's school teacher. I haven't come with too much and the books at the school building seemed a little worse for wear, so I'd thought I may come refresh the shelves, so to speak."

Brightening even more- you were almost certain he was partially made of pure light at this point, scared if he got any brighter you would no longer be able to look at him, and what a shame that would be- he pointed to the book still clutched in your hands.

"And a wonderful start to your new collection if I might say. A quite many lessons you can squeeze out of my dear friend Ms. Shelley for any age group, I believe," pausing he clasps his hands behind his back, getting a bit of afar off look to his eyes, one that lead you to believe he was deep in thought, before humming and asking, "Do you have any more books in mind you want specifically, because I'd be more than happy to help find anything as well as make any of my own suggestions."

At his offer you felt a bit of relief, and nodded just slightly, "I more so just came in to browse, shocked a store like your own would be in such a small town, but any and all help would be much appreciated Mr. Kenobi."

"Please, no need for formalities, they make me feel stiff and always seem too polite, just Obi Wan is fine. Well as long as you are comfortable with that, my dear." 

With his words, the never ending flush of heat returned once more, as you just nodded a but speechless following the pet names and in his earnest gaze.

After that he led you around the shop offering several more books as he told you a bit about the town and the people, but especially focusing on the children. He'd explained that he'd been holding a story hour for the younger of the town for the last few months and was quite overjoyed that the younglings, as he liked to refer to them as, were finally going to be receiving a proper education.

You truly hadn't meant to spend more than just a few minutes in the bookshop, and possibly only grab two or three books, but you'd noticed that as you'd stepped out of the building after nearly fight with Mr. Ken-, Obi Wan, over whether you were paying for the books or not- he'd eventually won out in just giving you the books, but was unaware of the pennies you'd dropped onto the table quietly by the door as you'd walked out- you'd noticed the midday sun had dipped down as the gold and red hues of sunset started to take over.

As you headed to the small home next to the school house, you felt a nagging sensation at the back of your head, and in turning, you found Obi Wan standing outside his door watching you walk away. Still close enough, you could see his lips turn up once more into a smile as he lifted his hand in a wave, which you returned both, before turning away once more.

The last thing you thought as you'd turned away was how his hair wasn't the sand blonde you'd thought it was in the low light of his shop, but in fact had a coppery hue which formed a glowing hole around him in the dying light of day. 

[pubbee]

Incredibly happy to see more Uryu in the tybw anime tho. Like for an arc about his people there was a severe lack of him.

The fights have been 100000x better than the old anime, focusing far less on the monologues and more on the actual fight. Looking at these fights and the Ulquiorra vs Ichigo fight in the Hell move, it feels more like what Kubo wanted when he though of these scenes.

The 6 minute long recaps being GONE IS A GODSEND

The animation is beautiful, and the muted colors really set the tone. The soundtrack is nostalgic with a twist, I absolutely love it

I've only finished the first part, but so far the Fullbringer, and TYBW anime versions have been a huge improvement compared to the manga