#ramble over. bye

[neverendingford]

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[citricacidprince]

“Why do you draw Dipper with a binder? His chest is flat he doesn’t even need one yet.”

You say this like Mr. Anxiety over here wouldn’t be overly prepared for this. He knows puberty is literally just around the corner about to hit him in the face with a brick, you think he’s gonna let it catch him off guard? He probably already has a doomsday list for when the day finally comes that he made a whole year ago. He’s not even gonna NOTICE his chest has started developing because he’s been wearing that binder non-stop for 6 months and honestly, he should wash it, it’s sweaty and gross.

[aimseytv]

please do not send me videos or clips about me where people spend the majority half of said video just making fun of how i talk and look. i do not want to see that. nobody wants to see that.

[nyaskitten]

Oh okay, so Doc and Kevin want me dead huh!

[randomminty]

rei wakana and some girl best friends

[sinnettini]

i don't think everyone knows the important piece of lore that jannik is messy. that man is not tidy at all

[lulu-the-bugaboo]

Ok hear me out

For the longest time I have been against Ace coming back in any way because I thought it would ruin how well-written ASL's tragedy is. But ever since Oda answered that seemingly insignificant question about Sabo a little while ago some false hope has taken over me (and part of me really wants it to come true)

Here is the question for those who haven't seen it:

Seems pretty much like no new information, right? But these questions were supposed to be important and Oda didn't really joke around while answering them. That last line? Imo it has little significance to the main question. I think at the very least this could mean that Sabo inherited Ace's memories (I think it would make sense if it's caused by the fruit but the answer is kinda weird so I'm not really sure. Maybe he doesn't want to make it too clear?)

What I just said seems like the most logical and probable case scenario.

BUT

I have been rethinking about the scenes of Sabo talking about his fire/the fruit like it's sentient. It could just be a coping mechanism like we have always thought (and if the memory thing I just mentioned is true thatvwould make extra sense.) Part of me wonders if he really is seeing Ace now that he has the fruit? Like maybe as some sort of ghost? In the omake after Sabo wakes up from his dream where he managed to save his brothers he does so crying and Koala points out that he's been having that same dream and crying about it for everyday these last two years. And theeen after he gets mad at her he calms down and says that Ace is angry at him. Wouldn't it make sense if he still has the dream since he's been having it for so long but now that Ace is (in some way) there he wouldn't like that?

At first I saw this as a sign that the ghost thing logically can't be true since if Sabo is still crying about Ace after dressrosa then surely he isn't seeing him in any shape or form. However me rethinking it led to what I said above.

I don't ever want Ace to fully come back because that would just be straight up bad writing. But hell if I wouldn't love him just being a ghost that only Sabo can see. We can finally get that Sabo/Ace interaction and it wouldn't really undo the stuff with Luffy either. And it would also be really interesting lore wise.

I mainly think I'm just delusional and bored tbh lol

Edit: tpThe only oart of this post I still strongly believe in is the memory thing but I'll keep it just in case lol.

[pixellangel]

:D?

[siennaditbot]

Got motivated for one night so far so here's my tip

Stop doomscrolling and go learn things. Please.

Maybe even write them down. Take notes from video essays so you won't get bored. Your brain needs more than the easy dopamine from constant content. It helps with escapism, yes, but is it really helping?

Here's an easy start: go look up things you're interested in. Maybe some silly questions. Like...

"Why do we use the QWERTY-keyboard?"

"How did we decide what numbers or letters should look like?"

"Is there anything interesting in the history of my hometown, country, language, or family?"

Or, on the franchise side of things...

"What can I learn about my favourite game or movie's soundtrack?"

"Is there a greater theme or message in this game/movie/franchise?"

"Do the people working on it enjoy it? Are they passionate? Can you learn from them?"

(There are great video essays on GRIS, Minecraft, Sonic and Hollow Knight at least that have some amazing answers and have brought me to tears lol)

Learning shouldn't be graded and made stressful like in school. It's so fun. Only a few hours in and I'm feeling so invigorated I don't wanna go to bed.

I've been writing down fun facts I could later share with people or have some interesting conversation topics to bring up.

So.

Stop doomscrolling. Wake up your brain.

It'll thank you.

[mamawasatesttube]

ooooo timkon w “Can you just hold me?” or “You look like you need a hug." for the ficlet thing :3

Kon's hair is a frizzy mess.

That's the first red flag. Kon is ridiculously vain when he wants to be, with a whole hair care shower routine, silken pillowcases, and an array of curl creams and whatnot that he had to explain to Tim twice before any of it stuck in his head properly. Tim teases him for it now and then, but he knows it's because Kon doesn't like people seeing him at anything but his best. Kon got too used to being picked apart on camera for that.

So the fact that his hair is unkempt and mussed as he lets himself in from the balcony is... concerning.

Even more concerning is the way he barely even looks at Tim before he throws himself at the bed, flopping face-down with an oof. The balcony door closes itself behind him like an afterthought, and he heaves a huge, melancholy sigh.

"Kon?" Tim pushes away from his desk, trotting over to the bedside. Kon's legs are sticking off, and Tim shakes his head fondly as he reaches down to tug Kon's boots off. "Long day, huh?"

The first boot comes off in his hands; the second follows almost instantaneously. Kon lifts his head from the duvet to give him a slightly sheepish look over his shoulder, apologetic, before he drops his face back down with a thump.

"I'm tired," he mumbles. And he sounds like it. There isn't even a hint of a smile in his voice.

Tim crawls onto the bed next to him, rests his hand comfortingly at the small of his back. "What happened?"

Kon hisses out another sigh into the duvet. "Someone tried to—and don't get your knickers in a twist, I'm fine—but someone tried to dissect me today. Again."

Alarm jolts through Tim's whole body; his hands immediately start roaming Kon's torso, probing for wounds. "What?! Are you hurt—"

"I just said, I'm fine, Rob." Kon sounds a little wry as he rolls onto his back. "Jeez. What happened to your listening skills?"

He catches one of Tim's wrists and holds it to his chest, over his heart; Tim can see the sliver of an incision, cut right into the center of the S-shield emblazoned on his chest. He can't tell if it cut the skin beneath or not, but at least he doesn't see any blood.

The tiny smile on Kon's face fades, and Tim softens, studying him. Now that he can look properly, he can see the telltale signs that Kon cried, earlier; his cheeks are a little blotchy, his eyes slightly reddened. An eyelash is stuck to the delicate skin just below his eye.

"Some... ugh. They were some, like, Cadmus-wannabes. Total bozos, though. They had a red sun lamp, but no metagene suppressant, so." Kon shrugs, discontented. "They didn't even use the energy restraints like that time with Amanda Spence, like—c'mon, at least do your basic research if you're gonna try to vivisect a guy, right?" He snorts humorlessly. "I got out fine, took it down, called the S.C.U., it's whatever. I'm just... I'm so tired, Tim," and his voice cracks on Tim's name.

"Kon," he murmurs, leaning down. He presses their foreheads together, his chest aching. He'll have to check the news, find out from reports who exactly was behind this, because... it shouldn't matter, since it's already taken care of, but something inside him burns at the thought that anyone, anywhere, could put such a bone-deep sorrow into Kon's eyes.

"I'm so tired of people acting like I'm—like I'm not a person just 'cuz I hatched outta some stupid tube in a lab." Kon's eyes are too bright. He squeezes them shut and takes a shaky breath. "Like—what do I gotta do, y'know? How do you just—how do you even get through to people who're so convinced clones aren't people? I'm a person, too! I just... I..."

Tim very briefly debates the ethics of breaking into Stryker's just so he can hit someone with his staff. Or his car.

"I'm... really sorry you had to deal with that," he says instead, lamely. It's cold comfort, and awkward, and—

And it makes Kon laugh, watery but real. He blinks his teary-bright eyes up at Tim, brushes a gloved hand to his cheek. "You're mad as hell right now, aren't you?"

Tim smiles ruefully and presses his lips to Kon's jaw. "You caught me." Another kiss, to the corner of Kon's mouth. "I just—I hate that I can't do anything to fix this kinda thing for you. You don't deserve it."

"Mm." Kon takes a second to collect himself, swallows hard, and breathes out slowly. "You do more than you realize, I think. Can you just—can you just hold me? For a little while?"

Tim flops down on top of him immediately, wraps his arms around his head and neck, and smushes his face into Kon's hair. It would probably be more comfortable if they were side-by-side and facing each other, but the advantage of this position is that—

Kon laughs again, soft and fond. His voice is still a little thick, but he's smiling now. "Is that comfy for you...?"

"Kinda." Tim kisses his temple, too. "You smell like smoke."

"Mmf, sorry." Kon sighs again. "And I got it all over the bed now, too, huh..."

"S'okay. We can just grab a different blanket later." Tim scrunches his fingers through Kon's hair until they hit a tangle. "...Want me to wash your hair for you?"

Kon's arms tighten around him, and suddenly he seems like he needs a moment before he can respond. Tim doesn't rush him.

"Yeah," Kon croaks out after a moment, his voice suspiciously wet. "Yeah, Robbie. I'd like that a lot."

[xxplastic-cubexx]

brain rot so bad i was in class today when a schoolmate was wearin red sunnies and my prof went 'you look like something straight out of a marvel comic' HIS NAME IS SCOTT SUMMERS PUT RESPECT ON HIS NAME

[scriblesandbits]

I have mixed feelings on broadway homestuck as a whole but they were cooking with Thirteen Years (One World Closer) when they had karkat ask if the stars on John’s world look the same as they did on his. Do you think he’d be happy to know that they do.

[skunkes]

Okie this prob sounds insane but in Arcane season 1 I absolutely HATED Silco, but season 2 and your posts are bringing me around to him... he's just a mentally ill old man without his bear and a single father to his bpd daughter

When S1 was out i kind of didnt latch on to anyone in particular (except ambessa lmao) but once i finished S2 it was like ohhhhh i get it now that dusty old man was carrying the entire show thank goodness he wasnt around to watch the full commitment to centrist "slop" 💀 and he's hot as fuck

But yes....traumatized old man who truly loves his bpd daughter among it all... he did in fact do all that shit but his character is so Good genuinely even without the fixation lenses but um then you do get to add distinguished old man hotness and a nice voice and a big nose (and a homoerotic thing going on with his old friend and a daughter he loves.) So.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Only two chapters left of Wobbly Hearts and then I’m DONE. 21 is pretty much finished I just got to edit it and look over it and all that, and 22 needs some tweaking but its almost done too and I’m AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA longest I’ve ever worked on anything like this and it’s almost done!!!!

[once-in-a-half-life]

hm. so it turns out I've been using the rocket launcher wrong in hl2. you're supposed to point the laser where the rocket needs to go... 🤯

no wonder I was struggling so hard with the gunships and striders on my first playthrough skjdjdsk

[rocanny]

As thorn and flower upon a single branch sit, So hate beside my love for her will fit. Two pieces of one thing, that make a whole. As you and I, my love, a single soul. - Christopher Carrion ---

Carrion was the boogieman of my childhood lol, thought I'd go and give drawing him a try.