#self love is good i guess

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

dnp are so much worse than we could ever be. they bully us for being like omg they touched and then sit there screaming and giggling and kicking their feet because omg dan helped phil sort his fringe out in 2015 that’s soooo sweet!1!!1!!!!! 😭😭😭 omg did you see how they communicated without words?? 😱 they are so in tune with each other they have such a powerful connection 🥹🥰😆 so cute how dan was looking out for phil soulmate shit fr 🥺 let’s watch it again 😝😍🤣😵🤭🫨 like shut the fuck up?? fucking phannies?? you’re so embarrassing??

[mohntilyet]

illario + lucanis growing up together means a lot for obvious reasons ofc like the fact they did not have to go through the dellamorte villa torment nexus alone really helps. immediately from the moment they are taken to that house, lucanis has had something to protect and love. the snark and jokes that they share in wigmaker job finally having a chance to shine outside of the only person lucanis is socialised with and he learns that wow, he's actually likable. because up until this point everyone around him calls him a demon and is freaked out by him but ofc the veilguard only know him as lucanis "he banished harding from the kitchen" dellamorte. sure he's a big bad crow assassin but his reputation simply does not carry that much weight with people who are just equally deranged (maybe a de riva rook but that's also a little different) . and then he's able to share and extend that love with his new friends, and able to try being something that he's not had the chance to before, and his goodness is actively encouraged rather than being an unfortunate sidequest that is tolerated. and i fondly think also of how much of that humor is copied and mirrored off illario ("shoulders....... feeling tight...... need a ..... MASSAGE!") and it's his best experiences with illario that turned him into the man he is. wish the game explored this just a little more because the betrayal would have been made a lot more intense if they had just bothered to show any of illario's redeeming qualities. he has them!!!!! nobody is just born a traitor. you have to love someone before they can become that.

[littlebitofdnd]

Sandra-Lynn and Sklonda are having a "What Do We Do About Kristen" phone call as we speak

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Snap: *draws a Megaman-inspired Magneto*

Me: ...Perfect modernization.

wait now that its not 3AM i can do you one Slightly better

bonus:

[riant-draws]

new comic in the works, dontcha just wanna snap him in half

[deoidesign]

I met the me who made different choices

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

TFA Blitzwing

[scumvillainess]

au where shen qingqiu has the whirlwind romance of the millennium, but it’s from the perspective of the other peak lords who are in complete shock and horror at seeing this new side of their misanthropic coworker.

[elodieunderglass]

I know an adult skunk would be too big, but in my heart this fluffy ball of anger and fear is Bee:

[ID: a picture of a baby skunk in defensive posture with erect and puffed tail. end ID]

[ID: a baby skunk adorably sleeping curled up in a little ball in a person's hand. end ID]

Safely tucked in Chil's neck warmer

(In reference to the Dungeon Meshi daemon-AU fanfiction in which one guy has simply decided to be secretive about his daemon to the point of it being deeply weird)

Thank you so much!! that is the perfect creature and a really, really clever choice and I love her so much.

I really regret that we do actually have to physically meet Bee at some point because it is so much funnier not to.

I also have to say, I don’t know why people who sell their writing get so mad when people guess their plots! Like when you hear about the Game of Thrones/ Star Wars etc guys changing their plots because people were guessing plots and having theories based on the FORESHADOWING THEY PUT IN.

I am completely surprised and excited by how people’s guesses for Bee have gotten closer and closer and how many have landed on the mark. Genuinely very exciting and satisfying and not what I was expecting. The feeling is very good, and it feels collaborative and motivational.

I don’t know what the point I’m trying to make here is, but I think it’s that foreshadowing is fun to set up and also fun to pay off, and that I like it when people guess what’s going on! We are all playing a game involving lying with words and it is collaborative! I think paid media would be more fun if people had more fun making it!

[elvensixpm]

Vengeance Saga spoilers!

For Six Hundred Strike, I don't imagine Odysseus using Poseidon's trident against him, actually. Mostly because my idea of Poseidon is that he is much larger than Odysseus— a giant, terrifying vision of the sea, no, he is the sea.

There is no clear differentiation between the sea and Poseidon— the waves his spilling hair, the sea foam his skin, the mist his robes.

Imagine this:

Odysseus using the trident to wash Poseidon and himself to the rocky coast of Ithaca, his homeland, rugged and worn as he himself is. Birthplace to six hundred men gone to Poseidon's cruelty, he doesn't use Poseidon's own weapon against him, no, that would be too simple.

He wants his Ithacan brothers to drink their fill of revenge as well. He raises the trident and commands the water to his will, fighting the brutality of the storm whose winds force against his arm, as if warning him not to do anything rash.

His gaze finds the sharp, jagged edges of shore— large rocks like spikes that jut out of the sand like a palisade of swords.

That will do.

The god of the sea smashes against the rocks as Odysseus strikes the trident down onto the sand. Poseidon ebbs away before forming back, like how broken waves regenerate. Odysseus strikes.

Again. Again. Again.

He watches Poseidon splinter against stone before immortality melts him back together again. The golden blood that sprays in his face as Poseidon smashes against the bank leaves him with a greater satisfaction than any gleam of treasure ever would.

The storm's wind whips and howls in his face like a shrieking banshee— he uses it to pretend not to hear the god.

Odysseus' screams for venegeance, for retribution and for the god to call off the storm, drowns the other's pleas for him to stop. This was payback for his crew; does Charon accept gods' blood as payment? It was gold, after all. As it seeps into the waters, Odysseus hoped that it would reach his crew— so that they could finally cross the river Styx. So that they can finally, finally stop their aimless wandering.

Poseidon gurgles out that Odysseus is a monster. Like Charydbis— Odysseus spews back the gods' teachings in his face: Ruthlessness was mercy, was it not?

Poseidon... relents. The trident slips from Odysseus' hand and clatters on the ground. The storm subsides, and the mist lifts.

Odysseus' eyes set upon rocky Ithaca once again. He doesn't look back at Poseidon— there is no need to turn back to the sea now that he's home again.

The King of Ithaca has returned.

Yes, I replaced treasure Odysseus brought home in the book with Poseidon's blood LMFAO! I really thought the treasure part was important in the book, so I wanted to give Epic!Odysseus something of the sort as well.

I also used Charydbis as a likening of sorts because... well. Wasn't it the book— so I just had to incorporate her somehow! How'd I do?

This is how Ithaca's shore look like in my mind while I was writing. Probably not accurate. I just wanted there to be a connection between the place of birth of the crew VS poseidon being their cause of death.

I always have nightmares of smashing against there, because they look so sharp:

But facing outwards, so it makes more sense, haha. I'm just thinking about how Epic!Odysseus is a certified religion betrayer now. Whoops!

Also I just learned that Palisade is an ancient greek thing? I thought it was a Biology thing LOL. I keep running into these coincidences!

[allthatmay]

So, today my husband said, "Some people think Shanks is a radial leftist, but I think he's the most centrist character in the show. Dragon fills the role of the radial leftist/anarchist that people often attribute to Shanks."

And, huh, yeah. People do often talk about Shanks like he's an anarchist, but he's really not. I've always said that Shanks is a mediator, keeping a tentative peace between the pirate tribes and the government until the time comes wherein the One Piece can be claimed and the mysterious consequences can happen, but that means he is effectively playing the part of a centrist—straddling the fence, as it were. The key difference, I think, is that Shanks knows for certain that change is coming in the form of a rubber deity, and he is trying to guide it into place. All his work is done behind the scenes with very little violence if he can help it.

Now, it's easy to assume that Shanks' plans involve the complete dissolution of the government as it presently stands; that he is simply using his power & influence to mitigate harm for the many until the "real fight" can begin (and, with him having recently decided to chase the One Piece, now it has), but that might not be the case (and, even if it is the case, a lot of centrists use "mitigating harm for the many" as a reason not to take action against some truly heinous acts). The reality may be that Shanks doesn't see the need for the total collapse of the government, or perhaps he knows something about it that we don't (i.e. because he might be of Celestial Dragon blood). I don't really believe this is the case because, as far as I'm aware, Shanks hasn't ever shown any real support for the World Gov but he has shown, time and time again, that he believes in dreams, in people's personal willpower, and in the ability of anyone to become strong and change the future. But the truth is that we can't know his intentions for certain without Oda giving us more information, so my husband's assertion that Shanks is a centrist makes some sense.

In particular, Luffy is what makes this theory interesting: slap him in between Dragon and Shanks, and there's a very real dichotomy between the two "fathers" in his life. See, Luffy idolises Shanks and thinks of him similarly to a father, but he might realise as time goes on that he can't be like Shanks; he might realise that Shanks' ideals will only carry him so far. After all, what good is it to be a pacifistic when your enemy is a powerful government that is comfortable with mass murder?

(My rebuttal is that Luffy is the only one who can be like Shanks. He is effectively Shanks' dream: Shanks wants to be strong enough to do all the work himself, to suffer all the pain himself, and while he is one of the strongest men in the world, he simply can't do that; what he can do is only achievable through the support he has at his side. Meanwhile, Luffy has close support in his crew, and he has the Gum-Gum Fruit! He can literally become a godlike figure and shape the world around him! He can do everything that Shanks wants and needs and, as sure as I am that Shanks wishes he could have done it himself—I'm thinking back to his days with Roger here—he knows that it was never meant to be him.)

This is where Dragon comes in. Dragon, in direct contrast to Shanks, uses violence as a tool whenever he can. He's all about the greater good, for lack of a better term. His thinking is along the lines of, "People are suffering now and we can help, and we have no qualms in forcibly dismantling a government that uses slavery, genocide, and imprisonment to control its populace. We don't wait for the right time to act, we simply act." Do I think Shanks would approve of Dragon's goals? Yes. Do I think he would approve of Dragon's means in achieving those goals? No, but mostly because Shanks is very self-sacrificial and tries to take whatever suffering is necessary for change onto himself, relying only on his small, personal crew, whereas Dragon is happy to let other people martyr themselves for the rebel cause. He lets a small, amnesiac child join them, for crying out loud—something Shanks would never do, not even if the child proved very capable.

If anything is to come from this difference of ideals, I think it's that Luffy will learn from both of them and find his own way to the One Piece and into the world waiting beyond. Why? Well, because Luffy is all about freedom, and no one on the side of Dragon or Shanks is truly free. As for the world itself, it's hard to predict what will happen after Luffy's done with it because it's pretty dependent on Oda's philosophy. For instance, Oda seems to approve of monarchies, which is not something I would personally imagine remaining in a world without a governing body—but, hey, what do I know?

Of course, we all know that the true centrist in the show is undeniably Garp. He will let real, undeniable harm befall those he cares about in order to maintain the status quo, or to stop the government from toppling because [gasp] that would be the worst thing ever! He's a man who believes the government is essential and joins up in order to change it from the inside, only to fall short of his own expectations because he won't stand up when it matters most. Not even for the sake of his beloved grandson.

[uncanny-tranny]

So much love and recognition to the people who don't know how they feel about recovering. To the people whose scars are fading away, and there's a sinking feeling, despite knowing that it's a good thing. To the people who miss when they were "worse," when they felt "broken." To the people who mourn losing their coping mechanisms, even the ones that were destructive, scary, or unpleasant. To those who feel guilty they're healing because their past self wasn't ready.

Whatever it is, there is nothing wrong with any of those feelings. It's a natural reaction, something you don't have ultimate control over. There is nothing shameful about yourself, and I admire the strength it takes to recognize how you feel, even the parts that do feel like the "wrong" reaction to a Good Thing.

[xskyll]

I tried resizing this a million times to Tumblr’s recommended specifications, and it just refuses to post clear, so sorry it’s blurry. =‘)

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[flyingfanatic]

hold me like a grudge

The ghosts of her regrets visit Vi during her pit fighter era.

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Tap, tap, tap. Time for another little talk.

Vi has vaulted to her feet and hit the punching bag several times before she remembers she’s not in the bowels of Stillwater. Her back isn’t stiff and cold from sleeping on the floor; there’s a bed behind her. Her punches landed on the musty-smelling bag which gave and swung under the force, instead of busting her knuckles open on the unyielding wall. Instead of an empty silence containing nothing but the odd drip of water, the world behind those walls is full of life. She can let their glee and anger mingle and wash over her until the smell of mold and stone fades.

One thing hadn’t changed: the pain in her gut and the bruise spreading across her hip-bone. Nothing more than another enforcer putting her back in her place.

“Love what you’ve done with the place.” His voice is gruff and familiar, irrevocably intertwined with his scent of whiskey and pipe tobacco.

Vi leans her head against the bag, eyes closed, and huffs a noise that’s closer to a sob than a laugh.

“I can see you’re going up in the world.”

She always thought of Vander in the same way; dirty white shirt and scruffy face. The man behind the bar. He leans against the sink in her room with the same insouciance he’d leant against the wall of her cell while she punched cracks into the concrete.

He had never stayed when the guards came down the corridor, the rhythmic tapping of their canes announcing their intentions long before the door would slide open. She would face the fire alone. He would only return afterwards, once she was bloody and flat out on the cold floor.

At least in this cell she has a bed. She flops down on it and stares at the ceiling.

“What happened to that fancy uniform of yours?”

She’d sold it, as fast as she could. It was only a target on her back. A brand on her skin. A reminder that she’d put herself on the wrong side of that line. Whored herself to an easy way out. Sold everything she was to lie that it would all be worth it in the end. The only remnant left is the gloves, lying abandoned in the corner. Part of her wished someone would break in and steal them. Not like she was doing any good with the damn things.

“I...” Vi croaks. It was no use: what could she say to Vander to explain how she’d ended up enlisting in the enforcers? There was no way he could understand that. Hells, she didn’t understand it. And if she told him why...

Whatever happens, it’s on you. I’m glad it’s you. Had to be you.

His voice twists into Jinx’s, from gentle admonishment to outright accusation.

Jinx is right. It’s her fault.

Vi had joined the enforcers, had gone against everything Vander had ever taught her and even then Caitlyn didn’t trust her, not all the way. Not when it mattered most.

“Rough break up?”

Vi twists and charges at the source of the sound but only ends up smashing face-first into her own door. Jinx isn’t there; only her laughter.

“Time for our hero’s triumphant return to the Lanes,” the disembodied voice teases. “Vander’s progeny, returned to save us all.”

Vi stumbles, clutching the wall, and ends up in front of the mirror staring at her bruised and bloody face. Her tattoo, her hair. It all has to go. The smears of black spread from her fingers across her head and consume her hair until she can’t recognize the person staring back at her.

Her fingers tighten around the sink. “I can’t save you. I can’t save anyone.”

I thought maybe you could love me like you used to.

Now Jinx’s voice echoes with Caitlyn, saying words she never said. Words she’d never say.

Caitlyn couldn’t love Vi even when she had been at her side, wearing her colors. There’s no way she’d love her now, greasy and stained and smelling of puke, losing fights and passing out on the floor.

Maybe Vi is the one who’s jinxed. Maybe she’s the reason that everything she touches turns to ashes and blood. Maybe it was better when she was shut away in Stillwater where the only harm she could do was to other criminals.

You’ve got a good heart.

Her memory of Vander standing over her flickers in and out against Caitlyn, pressing a cloth to her stomach. The vision changes — Powder, the way Vi remembers her, sitting on the edge of her sink, kicking her legs and giggling — Vander, arms crossed, looking down at her with disapproval — Jinx, pinned underneath her with pleading in her eyes — Caitlyn, in a guard’s uniform, swinging a baton around to sucker Vi in the gut.

Vi throws her arms out to push Caitlyn away and unbalances, winding up on the floor again.

She doesn’t know how long she passes out for. She doesn’t know how many times she drifts back in and out again. She only knows that every time she opens her eyes, she sees Caitlyn. Eyes wide, on the verge of reaching out to touch Vi’s cheek.

If she had only reached for Caitlyn then. Not for her hand, but for... for her. Vi could have surrendered herself to that big, soft bed, to the promise in those blue seas of understanding, to the smell of lavender mixed with gun oil. Maybe it could have worked, then.

If only she had stayed there with Caitlyn. She could have protected her. She could have stopped Jinx from taking her, from killing Caitlyn’s mother. If Jinx hadn't taken that shot, maybe they could have left it all behind. She could have had her sister back.

Protect the family.

That was rich. What family? Vander was gone. Mylo, Clagger. Powder was lost. Where did Vander get off, drifting into her mind and telling her to do the impossible?

He was the one who had taught her to fight, after all. She went in fists blazing because he had taught her how to punch and had told her it was her responsibility. Foolish. As if she ever knew how to fix anything.

But without that... who is she when there’s no family left to protect?

“Looking good, sis.”

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[cyellolemon]

A comic about Olive, and his meeting with the guy who could have ruined his life if it wasn't already so fucked up

[lazycranberrydoodles]

phone studies 🎉 you know the tan line from either ruoye or the cursed shackle would be AWFUL