#still don’t know how to tag my shit

[cyndrastic]

making an au with like worldbuilding and stuff how do we all feel about t4t bunny content?

it has all sorts of mythical tiny creatures and drama and what i like to call the “miraculous ladybug love square effect” of there being way too many cases of mistaken identity between two people (+ creek who are thriving btw)

bonus: also includes dumbass fairy hunters who have no idea how many fairies, fae, etc they interact with on a daily basis

[boobilby]

Thinking about how Cole would be so used to physical affection and would probably hug people all the time and how Geo was probably hugged like twice in his whole life grrrrrr

[sea-jello]

hong kong miku,,,

[dykedvonte]

Mini rant below and in the tags, the only time I’ll talk about this and my personal take on it.

The way people talk about hypothetical male Anya on Twitter and the idea of how Mouthwashing would play out if the genders were swapped makes me remember how people still don’t take sexual assault and rape with male victims with the same gravity, especially when the perpetrator is female.

[toddtakefive]

thinking about todd and his resolve toward… not quite isolation, but being alone in a room full of people again. he goes along to the study room to sit on his own and do his homework, he sits at the poets table and follows along with what’s being said while keeping quiet, he goes to the meetings at all but doesn’t necessarily contribute (in fact, if you watch him when cameron is telling the story ‘from camp in sixth grade’, you can see that he recognizes it before any of the other poets but doesn’t voice it until they all have). he’s not alone, necessarily, if you want to get technical about it, he’s just lonely, and he’s generally okay with that. he doesn’t have friends and that’s fine, he doesn’t participate in class and that’s fine, he doesn’t have a relationship with his family and that’s fine—he could live without any real connection and he’d have been, more or less, fine.

the thing about when he says “i can take care of myself just fine!” is that he isn’t really wrong, you can infer that he’s been doing it his entire life anyway, it’s that ‘taking care of yourself’ isn’t the same thing as really living or being happy. todd’s an introvert, certainly, and even as he gets closer to the group he defaults to sitting quietly in the background, but he’s also denying himself community out of fear not introversion. todd isn’t friendless because he’s an introvert, although that definitely plays a part, he’s friendless because he pushes anyone that might want his company away. if anyone has every wanted for his attention in the first place. (neil’s unwavering interest in him is unique (even when it comes to the rest of the poets, who are fine with todd coming along and joining the group, but aren’t really hellbent on him being there in the beginning) and his refusal to accept it is a direct result of being so lonely growing up.)

there’s obviously something to be said about the implications of his parents neglect, and the more than likely fact that he grew up friendless, and how those both play a part in in him being so skilled at dodging social interaction/being so avoidant of it, but by the time we see him in the movie he’s all but accepted his fate as being alone his entire life. he’s already accepted being the family disappointment, and he’s already accepted he’ll never amount to anything, and he obviously doesn’t like it, but he’d have managed living with that knowledge without the confirmation that it was all wrong. would he have been miserable? almost certainly. but he’d have managed. he’d done it for that long already, anyhow.

[twinstxrs]

there’s probably something deeply wrong with me because every time i see someone react to the pok gukgak interrogation scene it’s like “oh no oh my god is riz’s dad a bad guy?” when the first time i saw that scene my only thought was “oh my god is riz’s dad HOT??”

[ahalliance]

how do i turn qantoine’s spontaneous marriage proposal to qetoiles into evidence of his early-days fear of qfrench drifing away and keeping secrets from one another

[etchetceteraart]

I haven’t been making art as much in the past few weeks, mostly because of ME/CFS fatigue, but yesterday I did finish up a gift for a friend! She’s obsessed with the eccentric actor Crispin Glover, and because she talks about him all the time I kind of assumed he was at least semi-famous…cue me sending this to various discord chats going “does this look like him??” and everyone replying “I have no idea who Crispin is so idk” 😂😂

Well, even if I’m still not sure I quite got the likeness, I am happier with this than I have been with any painted portrait I’ve done so far! I think the unrealistic palette helps with focusing on the underlying shapes.

[no1ryomafan]

I decide to change my pic to this fuck ass ryoma frame and I would say I have a new related ramble to accompany this but instead my brain has continuously wander back to the smallest detail of “how many fucking years was arma ryoma actually in jail” and I wish it didn’t because it’s so insignificant to the plot but my brain REFUSES to let it go.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

guys. guuuyyyyyss. i’m finally moving.

[canisvesperus]

Ben Solo is baby (honk honk), Daenerys Targaryen is the rightful queen of Westeros, Anders was right (bombing the Catholic Church is always morally correct), and Eridan has never done a single thing wrong thing in his life.

[area51-escapee]

If you’re spreading “vote blue no matter who” shit in the Palestine tag I think you deserve to be beaten with a stick actually.

[nightshademyn]

Posting this one now because I have an urgent need to share. About a year or so back in 2023, I started work on a Tinkaton Plushie, since at the time, there were none I could get my hands on, and full of hubris, I decided to try my hand at making one because "how hard could it be?"

Famous last words and all that because she was a fucking challenge to complete lmao. Turns out making a plushie on the philosophy of “fuck it we ball” with no actual pattern means a lot of struggling, not to mention my mini sewing machine refusing to cooperate so I had to sew a lot of stuff by hand. Between that and taking some months off to finish school, it took me an entire year to finish her. I do think I could've chosen my fabrics better because the fleece I landed on turned out to stretch a lot, which made things very difficult, but she's complete now and I love her. Anything for my favorite Pokémon of all time :)

[seventh-district]

so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

one thing abt being disabled/chronically ill that some people don’t get is that sometimes body maintenance that ensures you have the absolute minimum amount of function can also be something that takes away a lot of control and autonomy. you can argue till the cows come home that making those decisions to try and help yourself (or realistically to try to make sure things aren’t worse than they already are) is something that exhibits control and autonomy and stuff, but they can be so limiting in practice because they’re things that take up so much time but have to be done to do anything else

[thatone-churro]

maybe i’m just feeling really sad and stuff right now (i am, at least when this is queued, but that’s not the point) but i really REALLY wanna write something that just. makes someone sob. like yeah i joke that “i can never write happy stuff if it’s not upsetting it’s not mine sorry” but i feel like i never nail the raw emotion. i feel like i either lean too much or not enough into the “cliches” for it to work right. i wanna write something that just hits in the chest so hard so naturally, like i’m reading you perfectly at your worst. i want the sob to be genuine. and i wanna make it worth it. does that make sense??? idk. i know i’m still a “beginner” (haven’t been dedicated to writing poetry for even a year yet tbh; it was a hobby until my first class last semester) but like. this is my ultimate goal tbh. if i write something that resonates so strongly with someone that they cry and/or carry it for the rest of their life in a way that either hurts or haunts or relieves or maybe all of the above, then i guess i was a good poet.

or smthn idk