omg..guyz…fuck ma life. i cried after work today bc i dropped my ipod and it broke. hardly be able to use tumblr now cos all thats left is the half broken ipad that drives me mental…… i mean . ill figure something out soon enough im sure but its a heartbreaker. the only remnants of my music library… so many pics the last few years. and some choice nudes i hadnt sent anyone or posted FML gone forever
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The amount of stuff ive been drawing lately is crazy. My poor wrist 💔
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i know riku was pointing at sora’s heart in that one kh2 scene because wordless storytelling is a virtue (and unfortunately becomes straight up nonexistent in modern kh) and like the audience already knows, they dont need to spell it out and its also just a very riku thing to do but…..
can i say something. it’s probably not canon at all but i always found it strange how riku-ansem’s voice went back to riku after the reveal that it was riku. it feels strange, like could he always do this? switch his voices back?
the way riku stays silent most of the time feels like he doesn’t even want to hear ansem’s voice come out of him. but the pointing part with sora (and many other scenes) feels like he only speaks when he finds it necessary, which doesnt feel necessary now that his voice is back to normal, because thats what we hear, and that should be true.. unless you think of it this way:
headcanon: riku’s voice coming out of riku-ansem can only be heard by sora and kairi (and by extension, the audience) after feeling his heart’s connection. (the thing where they closed their eyes and felt his heart)
i like to think that to anyone else he still sounds like ansem, including.. to riku himself. so he does the same as before, because to him, nothing has changed. he feels that hes still not himself, even after his friends know that its him now.
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while i'm ofc sad we never got any ~canon~ saavik content past ST4, so much of the things they had planned for her wouldve been so bad... call her neo the way she dodged all of those bullets
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Beloved Husk
Here I stand in her scorched remains.
This is not the first time, nor will it be the last, and her vacant body has acclimated to my presence.
No longer do her damp, wooly tissues squelch beneath my feet-
they have long since dried out, compressed into a single mass of dull, cotton-candy pink.
In some places, her flesh has completely burned away, leaving nothing behind but blackened, splintering bone. There is no ink in the world rich enough to match the soot that clings to her skeleton.
Sun rays filter through her blown, empty eye sockets, and the daylight is no less beautiful for its thoughtless transgression.
How dare you illuminate her suffering so callously! You have made her into a spectacle- a cadaver to be prodded and studied, rather than a soul to be mourned.
My cheeks are wet, but I can't be sure if it's from grief, or the ever-present haze of smoke. The cause doesn't matter- I am weeping all the same.
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This winter (the season not the me) has been unseasonably and terrifyingly warm, like it's 10 degrees (Celsius sorry Americans) out today and I'm reminded of an article I read in the news a couple years ago about how Canada was baking at twice the rate as the rest of the world and go 👁️👄👁️. In my youth snow where I live would be probably a foot high in the lowest snow areas of snow drifts and up to my waist (in adult height) in the high parts, and every year I see less and less snow ☠️☠️☠️
On one hand despite my namesake I actually loathe the season winter, I'm extremely sensitive to the cold and getting brain freeze because the wind is blowing against the direction you're walking in sucks booty hole. But like NO snow is extremely bad. VERY bad. Do not like living out the consequences of climate change because uh. Canada just does not seem to have winters like it used to and hasn't in years. It's like watching all the corn crops stop growing like they used to because the summers are so much dryer and hotter with the exception of last summer, which was almost wet enough to kill the corn with that. But they survived and grew bushy like they used to and it was kind of terrifying to acknowledge I hadn't seen a crop that good in years.
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{|{ I was peeking in tumblr after i left for a while.. and i don't know if its a good idea to ask but.. what happened to ' man in grey ' ? I couldn't help but notice the account was now Deactivated:( }|}
Hey there dear anon! Thanks so much for dropping by the inbox, and welcome back XD
I also noticed that man in grey was deactivated for a while, understandably so. Many idv ask blogs that die tend to get deactivated, so while I was a little bummed about it, I'm not surprised.
I also confirmed with man in greys mun that she's "in blog retirement". Considering she's been around much longer then I have, I'd say thats pretty accurate XD. Thank you so much for checking in though, it's nice to know that people still remember and care for these blogs!
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Hey! I can't remember if you ever found out what the red flower vines on Frank's house could be, but I think I found a candidate! It's called the Red Mandevilla Vine and their meaning is interesting
OHHH THAT'S THE BITCH!!! that's gotta be the bitch!!! i'm stuck between that one and the red trumpet vine, but i think you probably Got It. hopefully... god i'm gonna be chewing on this all night aren't i
if anyone is curious, this ask is referencing This Post i made about neighborhood observations / flower symbolism
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