#so sorry for the ugly format

[stfuisms]

i need to liven up my dash so if you’re a muse/indie/1x1 style blog hmu/like and i’ll check you out

[jewelianism]

its gwenpool striking back!

redraw of my gwenpool sticker from 2014!

[cheriekos]

no context these songs remind me of these dc characters:

bruce:

kon (blue foster in general makes me think of kon)

core four:

TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE:

[kaboomthepossum]

Midland Drawing

Hello there my tumblr besties! The time has come for the 8th instalment of Kaboom drawing TMG songs!

So there’s a bit of a story with this one! I once had a list of songs to draw. But then I lost that list. Midland was on the list. Between the points of losing the list and a few weeks ago I had admittedly forgotten this song exists (I love it I swear, but there’s just so much in life to remember these days..). That was until I saw a post from @jennyfromthebes about midland being a great song and I was like OH YEAH!!

So that’s how this drawing came to be! I hope you like it!

I had so so much fun drawing these possums!!!

[alexandraisyes]

How did you feel when Lunar killed Eclipse? Do you think he was justified in killing Eclipse? Also what do you think about Gemini and Earth reactions to Lunar killing Eclipse?

How I felt then and how I feel now are probably two different things.

Yeah alright. So when that episode came out I was mostly infuriated at the thought that my three months of pointing at Ruin for bringing Eclipse back (literally since Eclipse came back) could have been wasted. Because I knew I was right, I was so fucking sure (and as with anything I'm so sure about I was indeed correct) and it looked like he might have been slipping through our fingers at that moment.

I don't think there's any justice in murder, no matter the reason. There's an internal sense of self-righteousness, but overall karma will befall our enemies and it is not our place to take those matters directly into our bloodstained hands. Especially when you're lashing out at someone for being like someone else, knowing that they are not the same person.

Gemini was pissed, rightly so, but not for any moral reasons. Which I suppose is understandable, they are not moral beings. They're gods. However, I think it did show the clear divide between us (Lunar) and them (The Astrals). They're not expected to conform to mortal standards, and so they didn't care about why Lunar was panicking and took no time to consider his emotions since those are beneath them. This is a large part of why they will forever be incompatible at a base level. Lunar needs someone who is willing to learn about things like morals, and customs, and emotions. Not just "earth trivialities". He's a pet to them, a cute one that they like very much, but he's not on their level and he's bogged down with "frivolous" things like morality and anxiety and emotions that they have made it clear they are above.

Earth was upset for all the right reasons, on the other hand. And I wouldn't have blamed her if she had decided she needed a lonnng vacation from shit. I think it's telling of her need to be still considered as useful and her caretaker complex that she stuck around and the first chance she got she was therapizing Lunar. She needs to be useful, she needs to be able to handle her family's outbursts and anger with a steady head. She needs to be able to put them above herself. Not because they expect her to, but because it's what she was raised with. It's what she expects of herself because it's what the creator expected of her first. She needs to be compliant, and obedient, and a good daughter sister.

[georgieluz]

a webgott playlist for band of brothers appreciation week: day 7

what should we fight about this time? what will you write about this time?

tell me that you're still mine, tell me we'll be just fine, even when i lose my mind

devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes, and if i bleed, you'll be the last to know

second, third, and hundredth chances

if i'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too

you can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones

a guy like you should wear a warning

is it insensitive for me to say get your shit together? so i can love you

loving him was red, burning red

and i'm sleeping fine, i don't mean to boast, but i only dream about you once or twice a night at most

drive me insane, don't stop, tell me, tell me, tell me

i can see the way you look at me, waiting to attack, you are on your worst behaviour, i want it just like that

i've been trying out the high road and i hate it, i've got a lot of sins but you're my favourite

what is this feeling, so sudden and new, i felt the moment i laid eyes on you. my pulse is rushing. my head is reeling. my face is flushing. what is this feeling? fervid as a flame, does it have a name? yes! loathing! unadulterated loathing! for your face, your voice, your clothing! let's just say, i loathe it all!

you stole the sun from my heart

you know all 28 reasons to run away, so why are you leaning into me again?

i need you in the tv, i need you on the train, i need you just to stand in my way, i need you in the mirrors, i need you in my bed, i needed you to wreck my head

yes, i know, i can't be wrong, and baby, you're too headstrong

diesel is desire, you were playing with fire, and maybe it's the past that's talking, screaming from the crypt, telling me to punish you for things you never did

violins holding onto your tune, my moods are swinging for you

threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now

[resident-cake-anon]

character interaction dialogue !!

i've been loving writing some character quotes recently so i wanted to share!!

catalina (fe3h)

if catalina and claude are both chosen for the share a meal activity...

if catalina and claude are both chosen for the stable duty group task...

if manuela is asked about catalina...

pastora (overwatch)

various battle interactions...

solo battle quotes...

[wool-string]

Part 1/ part 2/ part 3/ part 4/ part 5/ part 6/ part 7

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

i think my problem with a lot of the tails and wave content that’s out there (besides the ship content we all know that’s the bottom of the barrel) is that people… LOVE to make tails win in the end. and like. i’m so sorry but no the fuck he would not LMAO

listen, LISTEN. i know i’m biased as a wave girlie, but seriously. wave’s whole thing is that she not only gets under his skin and outdoes him, but that he’s just simply not at her level when it comes to mechanics. inventions? whole other story, there’s a mandate restriction shimmied in there somewhere about eggman and tails. mechanics? EXTREME GEAR??? run, dude.

in the end, wave is very clever and also mean. tails isn’t going to get a last minute victory or upper hand, he isn’t going to “school her” or put her in her place… he is going to get bullied by her. sure he can land a few hits back but unfortunately wave isn’t going to give him the time of day required for him to even rebuttal.

“but in his spinoffs—“ i am so sorry to break it to you but wave is a rival, not a villain. tails can’t murder her, hell, their fight is of an intellectual nature not a physical one! tails does not win by fighting wave, the whole point of her character is that she’s older, more experienced, more specialized, and more cutthroat than him in her field. die and stay mad at it guys, tails isn’t coming out of this one unscathed

[transneilyoung]

was tagged by @lugosis to post the first 9 photos on my pinterest so i thought it would be fun

uhhh yeah i use pinterest literally only to look at photos of men and it says a lot about me. i tag everyone in the entire world

[storytellering]

Oh my god does quote text really look THAT big on mobile. I’m sorry everyone that’s such an eyesore gfbfjfk

[lemonduckisnowawake]

What if I theologized hanahaki? What then? Like if hanahaki was a symbol of unrequited love that desperately wants to be requited? Because God so loves us enough to want to be with us but also loves us enough to hold back lest His holiness turn us to ash because the flowers have become so embedded in us. So what if the flowers are a sign of our own rejection of God and the desperate craving we all have deep inside for Him...but also our way of melding with something that needs to go and thus being unable to be saved from it because we made it us in a sense? Like...

...

There’s a new wave of people who claim to be without the Flower Rot, also known as Hanahaki and Hua Bing.

These people claim that, without surgery, they have managed to completely remove the Rot. When asked what had caused this, one woman who wished to remain anonymous told the reporters, “It was…God, I guess. But He was also a man. He just…said that because the Rot’s too rooted in us, even if we wanted God we’d just burn with the flowers. But the only way’s to have His love take it away. So He said He’d take Rot and fade because He was a man, then come back because He’s God, and give us love to remove the Rot because He’s both.”

Her explanation aligns with similar ones from other witnesses with the Rot gone. They claim that the risk of fading with the removal of the flowers was taken by a man. But that His Godliness also signified that He could “grant His love” to permanently dispel the Rot.

As a refresher, it is quite unclear why the Rot suddenly began to manifest inside our lungs millennia ago. The most common legend is a tale of how humanity and God once lived in harmony in a garden. However, one day, man rejected God and told Him they could create a garden of their own. Though He offered a chance to repent from their rejection, having told them previously that such an endeavour would bring death upon them, they refused to acknowledge their wrong and were thus severed from His power and acceptance.

The proud declaration of humanity was not a nonsense claim, as they indeed found they could produce beautiful plant life for a garden.

However, that came with the cost of death, for these flowers grew inside them and were expelled through bloody coughs and sneezes.

Such is the duality of this universal Rot—a sign of divine rejection, some say, or a sign of our own ability to create beauty made more glorious through our own sacrifice, as others say. Of course, there are others who say this Rot is more complicated than simply a sign of our glory or a rejection from the divine, but those claims as much less popular.

In recent times, science has discovered that this Rot is simply a natural and inborn function of our body. “In fact, it’s inaccurate to call such a natural part of human experience a rot,” Doctor Kinuyo Yahagi of Hanahaki Research Association said, showing a bloodied purple iris of hers. “Yes, it is unpleasant but it is a fact of life, just like death and hunger and blood.” She then gave an animated explanation how there was a particular genetic wiring within our lungs linked to the brain’s rejection and affection chemicals. If the two are stirred in such a way, a pathway is made from the brain to the lungs triggering the genetic code and causing flowers to bloom.

“It can be removed by surgery,” a surgeon from the local medical center said. “However, studies have shown it is risky as it can affect your ability to love and process rejection, so it’s up to the patient to take the risk or not.”

Activists have cried that a difficulty in loving is not a sign of deteriorating humanity, and that those who choose the surgery are still acceptable.

“Hanahaki or not, we all still die, right?” a video of one academic debate records a professor speaking to one of the new Rot-less people.

The Rot-less person—a professor as well—nods thoughtfully. “Yes, but now, my death becomes a death without the disease signalling our separation from the divine, which is no true death at all.”

The ethics of removing the Flower Rot surgically still are debated, though much support for it has arisen in the past few decades. Research into these new rot-less people has also steadily increased, all done with the utmost legal and ethical restrictions to the volunteer’s rights.

“Hopefully, we’ll get to the bottom of this and find a better way to remove the disease,” Dr. Yahagi’s co-worker who wished to remain anonymous said. “Natural or not, it is still unpleasant. Why continue with something that is now proven to not be inevitable?”

[canarymemories]

future lover

rating: general audiences

archive warning: no archive warnings apply

relationship: narukami arashi/sakuma ritsu

additional tags: fluff, pining, 3 am category five disaster pining to be exact, sharing a bed, literal sleeping together, pre-relationship

published: 2023-09-15

words: 1316

summary: sometimes the words i love you seem so ready to fall from his lips.

for naruritsu week day 6: napping/acceptance

here on ao3

as ritsu feels himself waking up, he pushes his face into his pillow, not wanting to be awake yet. he peeks an eye open after a minute or so to see that the room is still dark, faint moonlight outlining the curtains in front of the window. he quietly huffs. it’s been a while since his more nocturnal instincts made themselves known, waking him up in the dead of night and keeping him awake for no good reason.

he settles, pulling the blanket up over his shoulder when he hears a faint noise in front of him. it’s then that he remembers that he isn’t alone.

with mika out of the country to visit shu, ritsu had managed to convince arashi to stay the night with him. it’d taken some pouting and puppy dog eyes and him saying, “but nacchan, i’ll be so lonely without mikarin here,” for arashi to fondly roll her eyes and finally say yes. it’d taken a little more to convince her to share his bed once she came back, having gone down the hall briefly to her own dorm to run through her nighttime routine.

she gave in easily to that as well, most likely having expecting it all things considered.

ritsu latched onto her quickly once she sat on his bed, wrapping himself around her as they go back to watching the movie that had been on before she excused herself to her room. the last thing he remembers is the two of them laying down, arashi jokingly nagging at him as she said she didn’t want to be stuck sitting up with him passed out on her all night.

once laying down, he’d snuggled up to her back, half asleep, and slung an arm over her waist. arashi had paused for a second before leading his arm closer to her, leaving his hand by her chest. “good night, ritsu-chan,” she whispered.

ritsu hadn’t replied in anything more than an incoherent mumble, sliding close enough to press his forehead to her back to block out the light in the room. he must’ve fallen asleep not long after that.

seeing that she’s now facing him with enough distance between them that ritsu hadn’t noticed her at first, arashi must’ve wiggled her way out of his grasp at some point.

he can tell he won’t be able to go back to sleep anytime soon, so ritsu moves closer to her. arashi is peacefully asleep, a hand curled under her cheek that leaves her mouth slightly ajar in a way that doesn’t look very comfortable, but who is ritsu to judge? he’s fallen asleep in plenty of strange places in equally strange ways over the years.

her hair is tousled with sleep, falling across her forehead in a way that’s oddly captivating to him. though ritsu’s fingers twitch with the urge to fix it, to carefully brush the strands back behind her ear where they won’t stay, he leaves it be. it’s not that often that he gets to see the imperfect side of arashi, the side of herself that she seldom lets others see.

though the room is dim, he can make out the dusting of freckles across her cheekbone and up over the bridge of her nose. normally, they’re dutifully covered up by her makeup. would she let them show more if he told her they’re beautiful?

he’s told arashi that she’s pretty plenty of times among countless other words that mean the same, so he adds that compliment to a future list of things he’ll tell her when they’re awake.

arashi will probably huff and deny anything he throws her way when it comes to what she considers to be imperfections, which is a shame when he truly means every word of it. ritsu likes to think that one day, he’ll break through that wall she has up, get through to her in some way. maybe that day will be sooner rather than later seeings as he trusts him enough to be comfortable without makeup around him. it’s not the first time he’s seen her without it, cheeks littered with freckles and tiny acne scars, eyes not popping quite as much without the liner, and her lips without their eternal shine.

he treats each of those moments as if he’s been entrusted with some well kept secret that he’s sworn to keep until the day he dies, and treasures them all the same.

aside from that, arashi trusts him to sleep so soundly in front of him, vulnerable as she nuzzles into the pillow under her head. ritsu smiles as he watches her. he's fallen asleep in front of her countless times, on her just as many. he trusts her to watch over him, though there's hardly any danger he has to be protected from, and the way her fingers card through his hair as he dozes with his head in her lap serves as a reminder that she'll be there once he wakes.

ritsu wants to be that for her too: a loyal protector, a knight for his queen. arashi is far from a damsel in distress no matter how often she likes to play as one, but he wants to be there for her then. to be able to stand by her side for all the highs and lows, to hold her close and wipe her tears when she's sad, to hold her hand and look on when she shines brighter than any star in the sky is all he wants.

he wants to see all of arashi. ritsu has seen behind her mask before, mostly in fleeting moments, but he wants to be there for it all, for all the happy parts or the ugly parts or whatever she wants to give him. he'd willingly take it all.

sometimes the words i love you seem so ready to fall from his lips.

it would be easy to whisper them now in the quiet of his dorm, but that wouldn't be fair to arashi. ritsu wants to tell her when they're both awake so she can't laugh off his confession as some pleasant dreams of his bleeding into reality. he knows well enough the way arashi's cheeks flush a faint pink, the way the tips of her ears go red, the way she gets just a tiny bit bashful when their normal playful flirting turns more serious. he wonders what she'll look like when he tells her his feelings.

it'd be easy to whisper those words now, but ritsu needs her to know just how much he loves her, has loved her this entire time. and for that, he can wait — has waited — for the right moment so they can live their happily ever after together. until then, he'll stick by arashi's side, content as they are for the time being.

ritsu softly yawns, drowsiness starting to pull at his eyelids, making them wang to stick together as the familiar draw of sleep pulls him back under. blinking his eyes back open, he sees arashi once more. he can smell the faint remains of her usual perfume and something as small as that puts him at ease as if he hadn't already been.

a sleepy smile tugs at the corners of ritsu's mouth as he carefully places his arm around arashi's waist. not wanting to disturb her sleep, especially when she's been gracious enough to let him snooze in peace for years at this point, ritsu decides against pulling her in against him. he instead settles in with his head on the same pillow as hers.

his eyes close once more, no longer fighting the sleep for one final moment of admiring arashi. assured that she will still be there in the morning, ritsu drifts off for the second time that night with the thought that their right moment is one day closer floating around in his mind.

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end notes: what is sleep if not an eight hour nap slkdgh sometimes self care is writing something so soft you have to look away from the screen for a minute

[byzigzo]

SILENCE - 9.25.2002

[tlltaleheart]

@irinironclad.

[ . . . ] "You needed a ride, right?" Irin asked, alluding to his purpose there before Minseo could say anything. Leaning his hip against the workman's desk, he watched the foyer darken as the documentary came to a completion. Within a ten-second frame, it was lit - Without a doubt, Minseo's doing. "Don't mind me," He said, following up his question. "I'm fine to drive." He held the bottle of prosecco up; it was only a quarter empty.

the projection room at mise-en-scene was small and dark. half a step lower than the rest of the building with no windows or beacons of light besides the projector, it seemed to become pocket of nothing when its only door was closed. years ago, when the doctors were so sure about how much time he had left before his heart would give out on itself, minseo might have imagined that this was what it was like after.

after. in the dark, he meant. floating, he meant. when he sneaked back to watch movies alone, it felt like that: suspended in this small room of nothing, with nothing to touch or be touched by and prove that he was something real, with only the moving picture on the screen to watch and convince himself was a good-enough placebo for the real thing.

probably why he didn't like the non-fiction reels so much. movies were a possible life in some other place; documentaries tried to remind him of the one he was in. he couldn't remember which one he'd left in the player, or what it was about, or why his eyes drifted to the grim scenes playing out in front of him. he was just tired, he thought. and melancholy. he hated when the two of those came together. he wanted to be home with his own films, and he wanted to slip on his headpiece and close his eyes, then reopen them to the comfort of someplace he actually wanted to be.

even if it was just another void.

he would have left early if it weren't for the sudden presence that appeared next to him. spooked by so many ghosts lately, minseo didn't startle so easily this time, tearing his gaze away from the darkening screen to the stranger that had come up to his desk.

or were they? he looked away for a second to stop the film and flick on the lights, but once his eyes flitted back to their face, he felt a pang of recognition.

oh. the neighbor. your neighbor, a voice reminded him. this voice had arms and legs and always appeared in the wake of these dizzy spells, trying to plug him back into reality. yes, minseo. yes, now answer.

irin. that was his name, wasn't it? "i did?" he couldn't remember, but it might have slipped his mind, just like irin's arrival might have slipped his notice. he was more puzzled by irin's voice when he didn't sound...angry.

irin had seemed really upset that day with the smoke. minseo remembered it now, but only because his stomach still churned every time he did. he'd returned to his apartment door lock broken that day and two strangers rifling through his things. debt collectors, they said when he asked, and then they named a price that his parents were long overdue to pay. one of them carried the rancid smell of cigarettes, the old-world kind, taking drags of it while they laid out his options for repayment.

minseo hadn't been afraid, not of them or their threats or the dizzying few seconds they'd put a scrambler to the magnet in his chest to see how long he could hold his breath. but he'd been afraid when irin came knocking, and they turned a gun towards the thin plaster wall separating them from the hallway where irin stood.

make him leave, they'd said. this stays between us.

minseo couldn't remember the specifics past that, only that he'd done it. irin had left, and he didn't get hurt, and now he was here.

past the fear, minseo felt a wave of relief.

"i don't think you should be driving after that." he frowned a little. he reached over to push the bottle down and out of sight, casting a glance at the door to the rest of the building. "i don't think we even allow alcohol in here... have you had that the entire time? if my boss sees it on the cameras, he's going to ban you from coming here." and irin did seem to like the documentaries.

he clicked the disc back into its case before shutting the player off. the documentary was the last of the night; it had run through their closing hours. he still couldn't remember if he had seen irin walk in, but it didn't matter right now. irin didn't sound upset anymore, and there was the bigger issue of getting back home when there was possibly some murderer out there.

"we can head back together. i guess it's safer that way, right, after everything that's been happening?” he nudged the door to his desk shut on his way out, heading for the doors where he saw that it was drizzling outside. that meant he couldn't walk and he really couldn't have irin on the road. maybe this was the least he could do too, after the whole thing with the smoke. "maybe i should drive, though...”

[balloonomancerr]

Welcome to my blog!

🧸 I tend to go by wes, but i'm pretty relaxed on names and pronouns so you can call me what you want lol

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