#somebody stop me next time

[sunnfish]

happiest of birthdays to my dear friend @aranarumei and their lovely fic the anomalous agate.... I have selfishly rendered my favorite scene with my favoritest guy sorry. but its also with love for the whole thing. anyways this is a scene from the start of chapter 4.... it's read left to right. Also if you somehow found this from looking at jeweler richard tags then i'm sorry but also theres way more seigi and richard in the whole fic. it's really good and awesome. if you're here from the sasaki to miyano general tag then im also sorry. look at my favorite side characters boy.

anyways. rest of the comic under the cut !!

the end... hope everybody enjoyed and also everybody should just go read the original fic. peace and love on planet anomalous agate.

[moxie-girl]

hey guys I collected all the Xander + David matching/mirrored sprites together bc I'm very very normal about their parallels!

(under the cut just for minor spoilers)

not all of these match perfectly but they're pretty dang close... (and there were also some that I excluded because they only sort of matched)

(no ones with ch2 David sprites bc not all of them are up on the sprite gallery yet, but I'm sure some of them match too...)

[originalartblog]

companion piece for this

For equality.

[silliness-inc]

lers that do the shit where they mock u + coo at u CANSOMEODY PUT ME DOWN

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[anonymusbosch]

sometimes i feel like extending the kindness you can, when you can, is the only thing there is

[mitamicah]

Post concert sickness has been especially rough today with a heavy, throbbing head (especially around the nose) and getting out of breath very easily. I am glad I managed to finish my hamburg sketch page but I think that will be all I have energy for today - fingers crossed that I woke up tomorrow feeling just a slight bit better so I can enjoy my 11 month hrt anniversary

[ectonurites]

almost 4am can't stop thinking about the meaning of the idiom 'to have blood on [someone's] hands'—to be responsible for a person's death—combined with the fact that Zach is the one we are specifically shown with Daryl's actual blood on his hands (once for real and once in a dream)... Not Josh who had been holding the sword Daryl fell onto, but Zach who took the sword out.

[randomraytrash]

Okay, started and finished reading Bungou Stray Dogs today (both anime and manga) and you are telling me that the most sane one is an impaled speaking head???

What the heck? I absolutely adore the chaos, tho

[nomaishuttle]

sry i also started thinking abt how great my life would be if i was trapped in a timeloop again. i meant again as in i thought abt it again not as in I was trapped in a timeloop and id love 4 it 2 happen again. never been in one unfortunately.

[feverflushed]

[Silly shenanigans in the tags, just need to vent, don't mind me]

[scholarhect]

i will never outgrow responding to people in confusing ways but it will be ok because people are patient :)

[gentlemanthiief]

what if i

persona!akira au

[secondpersonpoetry]

hi! heard the released “Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Call” (which i’ve seen you’ve heard live, if i’m not mistaken!!) this morning and i don’t know if there’s really a particular vibe/dynamic/ship hrpf-wise (personally haven’t yet been able to put my finger on it) that quite relates but the lyrics have been rotating in my head all day and i was wondering if you had any thoughts? hope you have a good one! <3

OH ANON HAVE I EVER SEEN IT LIVE!!! and the second that song came out i zoomed it straight into my fic playlist and unfortunately there are so many guys this could be. right now the one that's resonating is, of course, the golden boy and his haunted ghost themselves: mcstrome.

i am thinking about connor, specifically, after the stanley cup final. that game seven. how angry he was, how loud the silence when they told him he won the conn smythe. how close he's come before and again and again lost. there's nobody else to blame but himself. he's in the empty room and he knows why (1)

at!! your best!!! you were magic!!! oh, golden boy. connor the anointed, of course. at the very beginning of his career we always knew he was something special and who wouldn't have fallen in love with him? weren't all of us a little bit dylan strome in awe of the generational talent? we were all bathed in radiant light just by being in the vicinity (2)

don't even tell 'em that you know me breaks my heart (3). in terms of building a narrative i think i've said before there is a universe where connor/dylan were together before the draft and to protect both of them, dylan breaks up with him. connor says i love you and dylan says i don't. because he doesn't, you know? he loved connor. he loved davo. he can't be in love with connor mcdavid, first overall pick of the edmonton oilers. i'd rather be hurt forever than have to watch us try to make this work and destroy us.

and after connor mcdavid left the otters, dylan strome captained them to a memorial cup win. what a haunted home, eh? to be captain of the team you and your best friend were on, only now he's left you? don't call me to tell me about your rookie season with the oilers--we both know about your broken collarbone. don't call me to tell about becoming the youngest captain in franchise history when i stepped into the shoes of your captaincy here. don't call me. (4)

narratively: dylan's the one who broke connor's heart and his own but by god it wasn't easy. we both know what happened, you went first overall. please don't make this harder on me. please don't call.

this verse can be about the weight of dylan having to live up to connor's standards and always being measured by him. i would just like to bring up the connor stepping stone chart for absolutely no reason as well (5)

we are, at long last, at the potential future of now: dylan strome, happy, smiling, thriving on the washington capitals. connor, on the oilers. i'm not yours, dylan can say. haven't been for a long time. it took some time but i made this. please don't call and ruin this for me, stay out of my life. i don't want you or need you (6)

[p.s. this took a while because when i received this ask i was a) immediately possessed to write this verse by verse breakdown i had never thought of before and then b) immediately plagued by the idea of making you a little graphic (above the read more) and finally got to do it after banging out all the actual lyric thoughts two (?) weeks ago. emerging two and a half hours later from the fugue state of GIMP with 37 layers in this bad boy hope you enjoy!!!]

[rememberedbyamark]

I know it's not forever with him and I've known that since the first month of talking to him, but like....it's suddenly very clear to me that we exist only as a temporary bubble of time in each other's life and could not possibly be permanent. There's no version of the future where we make it, that doesn't exist.

Not because either of us have some fundamental personal issue, but because i will never understand the deepest part of him and he will never be able to reach that part of me.

It sounds crazy to stay together when I put it like that. He means so much to me and it does not matter, so why would I do that to myself? You see though, I want this bubble of time so bad that I will burn for it. I want the texts, laughs, secret looks, hidden touches, late night conversations, sex, waking up in his arms, forehead kisses, and history lessons. I want all of it so bad and I can have it! I can have it, and I can have him in my life and he can have me in his, and we can do all of that until the end. We'll be a bad movie montage of young reckless people, and I want every single part of it until the credits roll.

I'll hate myself when it's over but I don't think I'll ever hate him. I think it would've ended that way anyway though