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[bobodemais]

Hiii Gunner I drew you- Hope you like it! ^^

- Drac

"UHMMM UHHH WHUH??? WHAT??? WH- WAWAWAT IS THAT ME?!

Sniff I look so handsome that I'd kiss myself!!!"

+ BY THE WAY!!!! I LOVE HOW U GOT EVERY DETAIL FROM HIM RIGHT, Specially those little off details that'd u would only know if u got to at least see him some time. It's really so pretty, I aprecciate how much efford u putted on it!!!

[agneaul]

sylus likes to hold you in his lap when he lovingly tends to his gun collection :(

[lungache]

The Guardian novel and the drama are VERY different but one thing I think they nail is how Shen Wei is, at his core, defined by his longing. This man has LONGED.

Longed to be free from what he was, to forge himself into something new. Longed for Kunlun, only to lose him. For his god's regard, his touch, his love, his LIFE. Longed for time with Shen San. Longed to be near to every reincarnation. Longed for personhood and connection. Longed to be something Kunlun might be proud of.

Longed for his brother, his didi, who was lost to him. Longed for meaningful connection with the people around him, but only found fear and detached respect. Longed for peace. Longed for Kunlun. Longed for reprieve from his crushing duty.

Every Shen Wei longed for Zhao Yunlan. Longed to never leave his side, to hold on and never let go. Longed to be honest with him. Longed to be remembered. Longed for the love and life Yunlan wanted to give him. Longed to spend the rest of time with him.

(But, in the end, he knew it was not meant to be. That he would never have what he truly wanted. So, he longed for peace and reprieve in death, foolishly thinking he was safe in the knowledge that his love would live on without him.)

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

It just bugs me when the fandom treats Tails as a baby who has sonic as his daddy. Tails may be younger than sonic, but that doesn't make him a helpless diaper baby that needs sonic to wipe his ass. Tails was living on his own even before he met sonic..he has multiple workshops and creates glorious inventions and kicks badniks ass.

So sick of the infantilization of Tails.

I don't have much to say other than

100%

I'm not really broken up about people making fanon aus or whatever. But the amount of times there's like a new Tailstube or whatever and someone goes "OMG see! This is the proof that Tails is a 5 year old baby boy that Sonic is actively teaching to read and is practically parenting! All sega needs to do now is make him stay home and go to school and act more like Sonic's kid brother!!🥰" while Sonic and Tails are chilling in one of Tails multiple homes that Tails owns and allows Sonic to crash at

Or the amount of animations/comics that give him Cream's speech patterns, make him naive af and oblivious to "adult" things like *checks notes*...kissing(?), a gremlin baby child who can't stand losing games to Sonic, actively say "it's basically canon that Sonic actually owns Tails' shit", claim (incorrectly) that classic Tails was an infant child that Sonic picked up and started raising, etc, meanwhile everyone glazes up op talking about how so super canon that is and how that stuff basically canonically happened...

It's just kind of staggering. To me it could not be more clear of a case of people needing their fanon to be "basically canon" so they can feel like they're justified for liking it and so they can justify alienating people who don't share the same headcanons as their illusionary majority

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash performing @ The Hotel Cafe - 25 June 2024

📸: Sthef Narciso

[mangofanarts]

The sun is a star

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Nah, it should be grim vs the ramshackle mouse

Because mice live alone and are visious fuckers

Grim vs the consequences of his actions

[nikovani]

Lensie and Pinny's Fairy Tales: Part 2

LOCATION: Stellar Fishing Ground

Ghost Flower by the Astral Swan

At the Stellar Fishing Ground lives a Piecey who loves the Astral Swan. Watching the Astral Swan glide by made his worries disappear. But as he gazed at the low-flying Astral Swan, he sensed its loneliness. To cheer it up, he consulted many sprites and read numerous books until he discovered that a young Wish Collector from Stoneville had once folded a giant flying paper crane that delighted the Astral Swan when it flew around it. Sadly, the Wish Collector never returned. The Piecey realized that the Astral Swan would soar when accompanied. He waited and waited but never saw the person or spirit the Astral Swan would recognize. He then grew old, maybe never to see the scene he longed for.

One day, a pink-haired stylist appeared, gently cleaning the Astral Swan's feathers. The Swan instantly took a liking to this Whimsey-filled human and invited her to fly together. Witnessing this marvel, the Piecey closed his eyes peacefully, his spirit becoming an unseen flower drifting into the sky. At last, he could forever soar alongside the Astral Swan, never lonely again.

[normally-paranormal]

A slightly less tragic ending

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It was Sunday, January twenty-first, that I started to come back a little. My left leg was in a cast up in its old familiar position again amid all the pulleys and weights. There was someone sitting next to me, and it took me a moment to realize it was Arnie.

He looked like hell made-over. His lip was busted, his left eye was partially hidden underneath a deep, purpling bruise, and his skin had broken out into reddened, uneven patches of acne, brought about by stress or too many cokes or reliable old teenage hormones. To my eyes, it was the best he'd ever looked. There was a moment, as bleary-eyed and light-headed as I was, that I thought I had to be dreaming. And then he turned to look at me.

Seeing me awake must've shocked him. Arnie all but leapt out of his seat, his eyes wide and his hands hovering as if he didn't quite know what to do with them. He finally seemed to settle on trying to knock some of his hair out of his face, a gesture so familiar that it made my chest ache as he struggled to find something to say. "Dennis," he finally managed, his voice hoarse, still not quite the old Arnie, but there was enough of something earnest in it that I didn't hear LeBay, either. "Hey, man. ..It's been crazy, huh?"

I laughed. I couldn't help it, even if it made everything in my body squeeze and ache and burn. Arnie looked at me like he didn't quite know what to make of that. "Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it. What happened to you?" I asked, squinting as I peered up at him. "You look like you're the one who got hit by a car."

There was a hesitation, and then a shy, nervous sort of smile came over his face. It lasted for only a second before he broke into a laugh, too- and, God, that alone made it all worth it. The doc could come and tell me that I'd never walk again, that my leg was going to be amputated at the hip this time tomorrow, that all I had ahead of me was another decade of painful physical therapy, and I wouldn't have done a thing different. It was a laugh that sounded like Arnie, the way I knew him. Call me sentimental, or a big fucking crybaby, or whatever brand of queer you want to, but I'd never heard a sound that was so much like waking up from a bad dream.

"I.. kinda did," Arnie answered. His smile fell away, but the life in his eyes was still there. That was all I could focus on. "It was.. LeBay. One minute, my mom and I were driving along, and the next, he was just... he was there. In the car with us."

"Wasn't inside you?" I said it, then grimaced. Arnie seemed to shrug off the awkward phrasing as well as anyone could.

"No." He let out a shaky breath, then shrugged. "Whatever you and Leigh did, Dennis, it was like he couldn't touch me anymore. Couldn't get in my head. He was trying to get ahold of the wheel, and he.. did. We had a head-on with a Chrysler."

"Jesus." I frowned at him, shifting against the pillows piled behind me. God, I was so tired of hospital beds I could puke. "How's Regina?"

"Recovering." He matched my frown. "I think."

There was a dip in his voice that made me worried. It'd been so long since I'd seen the real Arnie that I was suddenly terrified to realize that I couldn't quite tell the difference between a regular lowered pitch in his throat and LeBay's ugly growl pushing through. I couldn't read if Arnie had changed in some way or if it wasn't him at all. Arnie must've caught something in my face, because he shied away from me, and finally sat back down in the chair at my bedside. He reached up to swipe his hair out of his face again, the new, short haircut maybe not doing it for him. Arnie sighed. "I really screwed it all up, didn't I, Dennis? I mean, I.." His breath caught. "My mom thinks I've lost my fucking mind. She won't even look at me! Leigh- I- I don't even know what to say to her. And my dad.."

His voice cracked. I pushed out a soft breath. "Arnie.."

"That fucker!" He burst. Arnie's fists were clenched on top of his thighs, digging into the fabric of his jeans until his knuckles had gone white. "I don't know if he's gone, they didn't find shit at the wreck, but I swear to God, Dennis, I'm gonna pull him out of his fucking grave and make him fucking CHOKE! That son of a--"

"Arnie!" I barked, feeling like my heart was trying to seize in my chest. If LeBay wasn't gone--

I didn't get to finish the thought. Arnie choked, the tension bleeding from his body as he broke into a mortified sob, and forgive me, but that was just as much of a relief as his smile had been. He was angry. He had every right to be. But it was just that- just anger. Just something Arnie felt, deep and true, that belonged to him. I tried to breathe, and my voice was hoarse when I tried again. "Arnie, I- I'm so sorry, man. About your dad. I tried to.."

I'd tried to warn him. The sight of Michael Cunningham's body passed through my mind again and I had to repress a shudder. Scrubbing angrily at his good eye with one hand, Arnie shook his head. "It's not your fault. None of this is. I.." He dropped his hand, sighed again. When he looked at me, he looked scared. "..We're still friends, aren't we? After all of this?"

"Yeah, man. Yeah, of course we are." My mouth felt dry. And I'm not ashamed to admit it, I started crying then, too. I'd missed him like hell. Arnie nodded, looking relieved.

"Thank you, Dennis," he said, his voice quiet. He leaned over to give me a light punch in the shoulder. "You really saved my ass."

"Yeah, I'm a real Han Solo type," I told him. He smiled, faintly. I wondered when the hell I was going to get out of here so we could watch a game at home again. We hadn't talked about Leigh yet, but I was sure that was going to come, and even more so that it'd work itself out. I loved her, but she'd been Arnie's girl first, and Arnie and I had been claiming Libertyville as our own since long before she'd come around. Right then, I believed I'd be happy with just about any choice she made.

Arnie was alive. He was himself, if a little worse for wear. We also hadn't talked about Christine yet, but the last I'd seen of her, she'd been as good as gone. It struck me then that if LeBay had been with Arnie, if he'd caused that wreck, then he'd abandoned the Fury. He couldn't have been in both places at once. I didn't have it in me to feel any sympathy for her.

"Hey," I said after a quiet moment, smiling tiredly when Arnie met my gaze. I nodded down towards my leg. "Sign my cast for me?"

[boy-kisser-in-theory]

i want a boy to kiss the back of my neck and down to my shoulders while his hand is under my shirt but just for comfort, not as an expectation

[cymaginary]

COUGH

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST !!!!!

••••

Dust belongs to Ask-Dusttale

[sil-te-plait-tue-moi]

you and madsmifelsen talking about 2002 rust made me crave him so much we need 2002 rust fics!!!

girl help that’s the hardest version of rust to write T-T

palmviolet is kind of crazy fucking amazing at writing rust if you’re looking for fics, and there’s a great fic by nyheartbreak about 2002 rust

[chloegraceartist]

Jack Davenport ✨

[lucithecrow]

Why do I love Elliott, u ask?

.

How could I not.

[twotimefromforsaken]

watching a tvshow with a friend and I cannot stop making jokes about bakar and how he looks like ash Ketchum if he aged