#ok multiple someones

[malbecmusings]

Yoouuu bet babe! 🤣

[120percents]

i just think it’s so funny that zoro does not even wanna comment on the usokaya situation when usopp explicitly asks and he very pointedly looks away when they kiss and yet he proceeds to butt in every single time sanji flirts with a woman or implies he knows about romance to redirect attention back on himself like god i wonder where your interests lie…

[camelspit]

sorry i cant be the only one who thought keefes comment about lady belva having a crush on him was a joke. like completely unserious untrue hes just saying that to sound cooler or whatever. please.

[do-you-know-this-adhd-character]

Do you know this (noncanon) ADHD character?

Evidence below the cut!

can be pretty hyperactive, forgets things regularly (even important things, forgot he turned into a heartless in kh1), distractable, later on he seems to have some problems with emotional dysregulation. hes constantly called lazy by his friends but as soon as hes doing something he likes he has all the energy in the world, and also tends to dismiss his own intelligence despite actually being pretty smart, both of which are things that i think are decently common with undiagnosed adhd

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

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[sassykinzonline]

"why does boruto naruto want to be hokage in boruto if he cares about sasuke??? he's so evil and brainwashed!!!"

boruto sasuke who is standing next to naruto, returns only to see naruto, is only alive because naruto repeatedly forces him out of harms way, gets mad at naruto for not being more violent and protective of konoha:

[the-fictive-haven]

When there's doubles in your system and you can never tell who's talking to who

[wetcatspellcaster]

gentlest of requests: plz don't tell me when you're not reading something i'm writing or have written. even if you're saving it for personal reasons, and it has nothing to do with the quality or the story direction or anything i could feel bad about, etc. it's just kind of the opposite of motivating if i am being candid.

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[flowers-in-my-eye]

if Jude and Inej didnt had male love interests, TRUST that i will immediately headcanon them as lesbians (Jude as a manhating one even) like omg theres no way these girls dont want other girls (i had to resort to hc jude as bi and inej as queer 🤥)

[kindaasrikal]

“You are the controller of your own life. You lead a one man army, and you are the sole solider. It is only determined through your own actions if you will become what you want, in the end. Whether that be a tyrant or traitor, a hero or saviour, depends solely you.”

Morro, and what he wanted to be over the course of his existence. With a young sensei, a terrifying beast, and an old tyrant.

Wu looked at the small boy in front of him, so tiny and innocent, pure despite the pain he has already faced in his few short years of life. The emerald green streak tangled in his black hair as the wind swept over the two, resting from another day of training. Wu’s own golden eyes stared at the mesmerising sunset, before he turned his head to face his very first student. His very first child.

“Morro.” Teal eyes turned away from the warm tea cup wrapped in tiny hands, only to stare into the golden eyes the child finds so safe (yet one day, so painful)

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

He watches as the naive child blinked up at him, turning his eyes back to the tea cup as his brows furrowed and his mouth moved into a thoughtful pout. Wu had to contain his laughter at the child’s deep thinking over such a simple question.

(Wu did not know the true insecurities the child faces when it comes to his place in the world, when it comes to his future.)

Teal eyes glimmered in the sunset as they turned back to face the pure gold held in his father’s eyes.

With a grin, he said “Strong!”

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Sitting in the flesh of a beast like no other, what were once bright teal eyes shone a dull green at the dark and moist ground of their second home.

As others like him- transparent and gone, free from the shackles of life yet chained to the horrors of death- floated around, the teen heard, more then felt, the slimy tentacle that wrapped around his arms.

The teen felt, more than heard, the beady eye that stared deep into his very soul.

A voice only he could hear echoed deep in his ears, in his brain, in his heart.

It was cold and vile, a sound no man nor women could ever escape from whilst remaining mentally sound.

“Morro…”

His own name, one he does not recall ever earning, sent shivers down his soul itself. He wished to rip the name, the title, out of his very being. So no person may ever corrupt the memory of what he once was.

“What do you wish to be, oh Child of the Wind?”

His eyes, shut to escape his new reality, peeled themselves open.

Dull green stared ahead, blank and empty at the horrors before his eyes.

“Powerful.”

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The field of green tickled his cheeks as he laid on his back, the sound of children running far away.

His eyes, a dull teal, stared lazily up at the bluish sky. He could see the shades of green mixed in in harmony, as expected from a realm of eternal peace. He felt ants climb over his hands, birds tweeting sweetly in the trees surrounding him. He felt hidden away, from everyone and everything.

But what you feel cannot always be a reality, and he mourned the quiet that was lost to the sounds of footsteps, leaves crushed under their feet as they made their way over to the teen who laid on the grass.

He huffed in amusement. Funny how this man was the one to destroy his quiet, he thought, as he heard the other swiftly sit on the grass next to where his own body lay, not a sound heard.

It was silent as they both stared at the clear blue sky, contemplative and nostalgic from who they once were.

Red eyes, tinged with shades of gold, turned to stare at the teen who laid next to him. He saw the other at peace, his eyes maybe dull, but gaining the small spark they once held yet again. With a smile, the old man turned his tired eyes back to the blue sky, letting the sounds of happy souls fill his ears fully.

For hours they lay in harmony, because no words had to be exchanged between two souls so similar to one another.

“Your life is your own now, dear child. What do you wish to become, after everything you have done?”

“…kind. I wish to be kind.”

[drumlincountry]

Just had a phone call with my mother about her friend who toooootally wants to rent their spare house out to a refugee family but just needs to know all the ins and outs of the government supports available first. like "mhm and is that €500 a month tax free? and can they ask them to pay more rent on top of that? But the €500 is guaranteed right? Yeah they're very generous they'd be easygoing they're a great landlord but they just wants to have assurance the tenants won't wreck the place...."

[angelsdean]

seeing a post that gets some things right (interesting complex john thoughts) but other parts dead wrong (bad dean takes) has me like *eye twitch*

[theotherbuckley]

Someone force me to delete twitter please.

[telesodalite]

Sort of a ramble, sort of me just writing my thoughts out while I'm stuck with writer's block, but I keep thinking about how Fulcrum was in stasis for roughly 3 million years??

Like, that's a long time, even for Cybertronians. Not a really long time, not an entire lifespan. But still, it's a large chunk of a normal lifespan just gone. Poof.

One second you're crawling across the pockmarked terrain of an alien planet, surrounded by the sound of gunfire, and the shouting and screaming before and after each earth shuddering impact of another k-con hitting the ground. And then it's quiet. You're not there anymore. You're drifting somewhere between not alive and just asleep. Preserved somewhere in the background of a doomed body, ignored by time and space, still here, but also not.

And then there's sound. Not gunfire. Not shouting or screaming. Not the sounds that'll haunt you till your dying days, your own death sentence pounding in your head. No. Just voices, talking, standing out against a silent, dead world. Wondering. Joking. Bickering. Familiar. Just, not familiar to you. And you're awake. Pulled back from the nothingness you've been frozen in, consciousness tugged forwards with the yank of a fuel pump and the nearness of life.

These two moments are roughly 3 million years apart, but only minutes, maybe even seconds, to him. From a hectic harrowing battlefield, to an old silent graveyard in one blink.

How long did it take to really sink in? I mean, he seems to just roll with it. He doesn't seem particularly bothered. But like, what happened outside of what we see? How did he really feel?

Also, his body aged without him. While his mind preserved itself, freezing him as he was right then, his body was left to weather Clemency for all those years. No wonder it crumbled to dust when he jumped off the world sweeper. It's probably a miracle of some kind that it didn't just fall apart each time someone leaned on him.

And even after they rebuild him, give him a better, newer body. His spark, it's casing, all the irreplaceable core bits that make up their inner bodies, it aged in the time without him. Does he feel it? Does it make his body even more foreign to him?

Then he's also a technician with information that's 3 million years out of date. Lucky him that the scavengers probably weren't working with top of the line material. But still it's gotta be weird when faced with anything brand new, because a lot can change and progress in 3 million years, and now some of the knowledge he once prided himself in is obsolete.

Besides those things, his view of the galaxy, of the war, of their kind, of other kinds, is one of the few things actually pointed out when it comes to him being stuck in the past. So, how often were his old views challenged? Facts of life he held close proved to no longer true? There's 3 million years worth of new science, new beliefs, new words, new terms, new views.

And sure, some of it can be familiar, because they're an ever evolving kind, and they have patterns, core beliefs, repeating behaviors, but a lot of it's gonna be unfamiliar at the same time, because it's 3 million years worth of catch up, it's not like missing last week's trend.

In a way, it makes him a living relic of a bygone era for Decepticons. It would've been really interesting to have had that explored a little more.

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

и усну я, обнимая теплого кота / and i'll fall asleep with a warm cat in my arms