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ohboyzine: [오보이! 121 Last Home Last Hope]

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[cardo-de-comer]

little velveteen knight

[lesoldatmort]

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Thinking about all the uncanny forms of Vash from trimax..

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[kingdomcarrots]

I’m cooking something this summer 👀👀

[pinazee]

So, to be honest, spelling bee is an ep that had to grow on me. It just always seemed too outlandish of a crime i think, idk. But the ep does show us more about shawns dysfunctional relationship with his father and Gus’s motivation to participate in Psych. Not to mention Juliet.

Gus is highly intelligent but in a way that feels he never utilized it properly. He has the mental fortitude to become a doctor if he wanted, he has the drive and the willpower it takes to become invested (as shown with how deep his knowledge of the bee and other subjects goes), yet he never did. We see in the pilot how little he actually cares for his “real” job. It pays the bills, thats it. At the end of the day, Gus plays it safe, and you get the feeling in the pilot that he’s not happy with where he’s at. He’s stagnant. Unfulfilled. Just as lost as Shawn.

In a lot of ways, they’re similar with that aspect. Both him and shawn have a variety of interests and skills, yet neither seemed to pursue a career in those fields. In shawns case, in his own words “he mastered it and moved on.” He got bored (ahem, ADHD). But i think in Gus’s case, he was too afraid to try. Or maybe nothing quite gave him enough of a spark to want to. As everyone later points out, Gus has a shit ton of potential that never seemed properly used.

Until Shawn comes around. And he needs him. He needs all of Gus’s knowledge and skills. He even finds the clues that the doctor was fake and Jari was sitting next to the kid with the inhaler. And its fun. He’s excited. Psych brings him joy.

As for our intro to Juliet- fantastic. We learn so much from so little screen time. She can banter with Shawn easily, and isn’t afraid to give pushback or to give Lassiter pointers (which considering she’s like brand new and he’s a bit of a prick is saying something), and she trusts her instincts to follow through with Shawns advice. Shes a good cop. Almost the antithesis to Lassiter. Shes warm, friendly, and trusting to his cold, distant, and weary.

Side note:

James motorcycle face makes me lol every goddamn time

[rbvcdeluxe]

This is literally just a reminder to yall that every fucking Hatchetfield character is at least a little bit of an asshole or a jerk in some way or another. either if they do it on purpose or are completely unaware of it. even if they deny it or just act like they’re not. Linda fucking Monroe did NOT say “See, Becky Barnes? THIS is Hatchetfield” for NOTHIN

[adeleine-everyday]

day 144

lil portrait

[yarnshoes]

CRYING. Javier rly went frm losing loved ones to losing brain cells after lloyd changed his life lmaooooio

[o0kawaii0o]

Night Market - unexpected touch

I wanted to say based on this but I already had my fic in my head prior to this happening hah

The drawing is set before they started dating tho

Also, June (farmer) bought the crystal for him

He brought it with him when he moved in (on the right side of the image)

[simplydnp]

Do u think they take pics with the sole purpose of sharing with us like the tour dump and keep the “real ones” for themselves?

i think they absolutely take some pictures with the express intent of fucking with us. they love having an audience to play with. but i also think they're just really picture-heavy people. they've literally spent the last 15 years with cameras at the focal point of their lives. and while, for some, that can seem a little scary and invasive (which they even admit it was for a time, given their apartment felt like a set at one point), they love it. they genuinely really do. they like making videos and taking pictures and the whole shebang. they're invested in the artform and not only its abilities and humour and strengths, but also in that they're very sentimental people. like they keep shit. they adore having pictures to look back on. some of them are absolutely just for them and they know it in the moment, but i do think they just scroll through everything too and find good ones to share with us. i don't think they're just entirely all over each other the moment they get 'enough' to share with us (though, this is their first Out together tour, with no fucks given, so maybe moreso now) it's funny to think of it that way (and honestly, with how recent videos have been it's hard to Deny it as a possibility 🤧) but they're just People doing things together

they're memory hoarders, and they specifically include us in that sometimes, specifically exclude us other times, and invite us in to see them vibe occasionally 🥺

[chlorenw]

Okey so like, Sun and Moon are gonna be on "simping for Y/N" jail fr fr

Real

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

i think i found a solution. you just introduced us to 800 wizard children. get going.

fionna: couldnt you just reupload our world to someone elses head

prismo: prismo: maybe. if i could get it out of simons head and find a willing wizard

simon: well theres no shortage of wizards in ooo

prismo i guess: hey. pep. mind if we store an illegal fanfic universe that mirrors your own in your head. do you want that.

pep: boy do i!

[snow-body]

chibis

[fallenorder-incorrectquotes]

Merrin: We all think you must stop wearing those ridiculous ponchos.

Cal: What is the point if I am not weird and eccentric and wear ponchos that are a bit too big and dumb

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I feel like I wouldn’t last at NRC, not because of the lack of magic but of the attitudes everyone has. I would be fighting and biting till I’m expelled.

No no no.

Don't fight. Deteriorate. Pretend to. Let them see the consequences of their actions unfold in front of their eyes and then have them become pariah because of what they've done even though it's just an act.

Like Silent Voice but evil

[aria0fgold]

The clock rewound, begin the count from 99.

Odile stared up at the ceiling, her vision blurry with the other eye obscured by a light coming from her face, or rather, the cracks forming on her body. It's just about what she expected, really. Taking on the entire House, not allowing even a single break during any battle, pushing and pushing far past the limits of what one body could take, all by herself… She did it all by herself. She was at her wit's end, anyone would be, with the very situation she found herself in, anyone would be. To be stuck in a timeloop, to witness the people you care about get hurt over and over again, to witness the victory of a battle hard won only to start over again and again, to witness the end of the journey and listen to the broken record that is the Headhouse Maiden over and over again.

She never really understood Why? Why are they stuck in a timeloop? Why is she the only one that remembers? Even after going through so many loops, finding out more about the secrets of the world, wish craft, the island north of Vaugarde, the King, Siffrin… Right, Siffrin, the most suspicious one of all, to be able to read that strange script in some loops. Some. Some… Odile didn't like the prerequisite for it. To die to the King's strange attack, it seems to have a next loop effect on Siffrin, she didn't like it. Not one bit. But it did tell her something, that whatever is happening right now is connected to him in one way or another.

Not like it matters now though, her vision on her other eye is completely obscured by a blinding white light. And her hearing, has gotten muffled, she can feel her… family members, by her side. They seem to be speaking, shouting as well maybe.

I wonder if they're calling me stupid…

She'd chuckle if she could. After all the hurtful things she had told them prior to… this. She wouldn't even mind if they start cursing at her. She deserves it. Odile moved her one somewhat good eye to see who was beside her. It was Siffrin, she thinks, and someone else, Boniface, maybe. Are they crying? Out of anger or worry? Is the one blurring her vision death… or tears? She doesn't know anymore. She can see the silhouette of an arm moving, hers maybe, she can't feel it, but maybe it is. There are numerous cracks on it, a blinding light seeping through. That's hers alright.

The King is gone, right? She wanted to confirm. Vaugarde will be saved, right? She wanted to ask them. Everything will be alright now? She didn't want to die with any regrets.

Well, at the very least, the funeral ceremony of Ka Bue was fulfilled in a way, not in a traditional sense and definitely not what she expected to happen either. With a body seemingly made of gems, to shatter upon death. It's hauntingly beautiful. At the very least… She won't have to burden them in her death…

[You… Closed… Yo u yyyyooo u u u uuu u rrrrrrrr r r eeeyy e ee e ee sss s s ss s . . . ]

[.. . . . . .. . Yoouu u uuu rr eyeeeee e ee esss s s s… o p e n e d . . . once more.]

Odile flinched, an electrifying jolt seemingly passed by her body, beads of sweat immediately formed on her forehead, with eyes blown wide, she quickly scanned her surroundings. She's back… at the shop in… Dormont…??? How…? WHY?!

Her gaze darted to the sound of the door opening, it was Siffrin with Mirabelle seemingly following behind him. And he… looks like he's seen a ghost…

Get back on the stage, researcher.