#so so good

[joffyworld]

DOUBLE REBLOG BECAUSE OMG IT'S ANTHEAAAAAAAA

Joining the bunny bandwagon~

Hatsune Miku Rurudo

Also Narinder having a bit of a crisis-his spouse is cute, but also kitty likes biting:

[mischievous-thunder]

Pun intended.

P.S. It's just been a hot minute and Logan's skeleton already looks so done

[copepods]

today i am thinking about how awesome it is that joar said rain world is about every creature simply looking for food to survive, there being no larger societal motivations now that the ancients are gone. and then here you have the iterators, meant to guide the world past these instincts to something greater. but in the end the iterators are just as bound to their urges as everything else! the crux of the iterators’ plot is a simple struggle for survival over their most critical resource! is pebbles and moon fighting over water really any different than two lizards fighting over a squidcada?

[smallbitterman]

WE FUCKING WIN THESE!!!!

The Comedy About Spies - a new Mischief play that will come out next year!

[allphatauri]

URGEHHHFBFHHFDBSHSGXB

[tiredmoonslut]

Once again praising Kathryn Hahn, but this time for just how geniusly she was able to weave taunting and praise into one during that conversation with Billy. She might find his antics amusing and his naivety something to make a joke out of, but she is PROUD of him, because he's just like her.

Abandoned by his witch mother at a young age, ripped away from all that's familiar. He found the only way to keep surviving, just like her. And just like her, he feels guilty for even pulling it off.

Agatha also shows repeated, major appreciation for strong acts of magick. She may be a survivor first, but magick is her art form, her life's work, and she is very committed to appreciating it when others do it well. She was in awe of the Westview hex, so much so she flew there immediately just to ask Wanda how she managed it. She met Jen and had the opportunity to steal her power and move on, but she loved the work Jen was doing, and so let her be to continue that work. And now even though Billy tried to kill her, tried to toss her off the Road, she is so proud that at just ten years old he managed to skirt death (also a fuck you to the ex-gf she has so much resentment for) by possessing the body of a newly dead teen. He's clearly torn up by the ethics of it and the life he supplanted by continuing to live on, and she knows that, and is quick to defend him. Never let your choices make you feel guilty about your talent.

There's an argument to be made that she's also just trying to groom him to her worldview, make him see things in a ruthless light the way she does. And maybe so! But I don't think it's completely out of a desire to manipulate him. I think she genuinely thinks what she's telling him is good advice. She wants him to do well. And Kathryn managed to convey all of that in her body language alone. This woman I swear to god

[normal-about-the-dca]

Moon from Love Death and Rollerskates by @spadillelicious! Go read it please, it's so good! This is crayon and glitter glue on multimedia paper.

[bold-embrace]

Hobieee ♥️♥️

[clowningcrows]

is it horribly cringe to pick your new chosen name based off of your favorite book character (who is also ftm autistic!!) or is that like…. okay

[qsmp-construction-worker]

[samstarium]

HSBC ART TEAM KILLED IT

[nevlartery]

27. Problem

[ID: Nightwing and Red Robin running across rooftops away from some kind of bright light]

[cratersss]

Sleedging until I sleep :)

[paradimeshifts7]

In case you needed a fic rec for this evening, might I suggest The Choice is Yours by peachesandpears?

I’ve had the absolute pleasure of doing a few works for this amazing fic (one more to come) — it’s seriously such a good read, and Leigh has awesome things in store. 🐝

[atomicradiogirl]

here are my favorite quotes from dune messiah cause frank herbert cooked so hard

“save your praise for those who can be swayed by it”

“beloved,” she whispered. “have i troubled you?” her arms enclosed his future as they enclosed him. “not you,” he said. “oh… not you.”

“paul saw the moon become an elongated sphere. it rolled and twisted, hissing — the terrible hissing of a star being quenched in an infinite sea. it was gone. no moon. the earth quaked like an animal shaking its skin.”

“the flesh surrenders itself. eternity takes back its own.”

“they’ve blinded my body, but not my vision”

“awakening, she’d found paul sitting beside her, his eyeless sockets aimed at some formless place beyond. chani stilled a fit of trembling when he aimed those eyeless sockets at her.”

“i was baptized in sand and it cost me the knack of believing. who trades in faiths anymore? who’ll buy? who’ll sell?”

“we have eternity, beloved.” “you may have eternity. i only have now.” “but this is eternity.”

“he felt his body through her touch: dead flesh carried by time eddies. he reeked of memories that had glimpsed eternity. Past and Future became simultaneous.”

“you cannot see!” “i don’t need eyes to see you.”

“if you need something to worship, then worship life—all life, every last crawling bit of it! we’re all in this beauty together!”

“this myth he’d made out of intricate movements and imagination, out of moonlight and love, out of prayers older than Adam, and gray cliffs and crimson shadows, laments and rivers of martyrs—what had it come to at last? when the waves receded, the shores of Time would spread out there clean, empty, shining with infinite grains of memory and little else. was this the golden genesis of man?”

“there are problems in this universe for which there are no answers.”

“people are subordinate to government, but the ruled influence the rulers.”

“he is the fool saint, the golden stranger living forever on the edge of reason.”