#this fandom is so dead im sad

[butchschumi]

The crew of the indefatigable: oh my god we’re literally going to die the French have us surrounded on all sides there’s no getting out of this

The ever-heroic horatio hornblower:

[tearystarz]

Drew lil scene from @missylink 's dbh fanfic she's currently writing >:3 will link when published!!🫶

[cairafea]

jeon wonwoo is such a good gamer that he speedran going to the military

[clowningcrows]

so do we think that neil was always the first one to include people and support and accommodate them bc he knows a little too well what it’s like to be on the other side of it or

[cheezy-whizz]

I hate that these are the characters I can relate to

[orngbananaa]

i miss detentionaire and i'm plagued with the thoughts of a possible, comically flavored holger and serpent friendship

imagining post s4 and after li got redeemed the shenanigans they'd get into would just be 20% holger obliviously getting into trouble and the rest of the 80% of it just a very annoyed li trying to not get him thrown into a trash can

and also him pondering if whatever holger brings for lunch could count as highly lethal poison and if he could borrow some of it just cause, just in case yknow

i mean he's still a trained asassin, i think he'd randomly have less-than-wholesome thoughts even after redemption, and if he says them out loud holger would give him a big no-no finger wag that irritates the crap out of him

[tinyfantasminha]

Hey so because El0n Muskrat is a fucking pigheaded manchild Twitter will be shut down in Brazil. They're gonna charge a 50K brl (about 8900usd) fine to whoever is caught accessing the site/app with a VPN. Hopefully the accounts will still be intact (not so sure but I'm hoping) but we won't be able to access it. I'm so genuinely frustrated since it was the only other soc media where I had a following and could promote my art and commissions. If you're a moot from twitter pls let me know, say hi and send me asks!! I don't want to lose the connections I made there 😭

[joneevarts]

Ok I made myself sad and I need to share: What if the Cat King hated trees because when he lived as a cat he got abandoned in a forest. He'd try to escape but all the trees looked the same and was trapped. To make it extra sad, he lost his first life in that forest and the last thing he saw was those damn trees.

I like to think that now he regularly sends cats into the woods to check if a cat has been abandoned and then he takes revenge on the ones who left the poor animal.

[fujobritta]

night swim

a siren!brad au ^_^ closeups + some info under cut (please reblog i spent 5 hours on this)

brad is a pacific footballfish ... i wanted to make a mermaid brad for a while but thought making him just a normal fish guy would be lame so . anglerfish ! he washed up on the socal shore (as footballfish do, apparently) and david just took him home . he lives in davids bathtub and eats shrimp cocktail platters and gas station sushi

this piece is from later on into the timeline ... david took him out swimming in the ocean at night for a sense of . home . i guess . because Some Guy's bathtub isnt really the same as the deep dark ocean . david didnt mean to fall in . also he can breathe underwater as long as hes touching brad because of like siren magic or something ... i didnt think too hard about it . additionally i tried to convey a sense of falling in love with brads expression but idk if its very clear . i dont like drawing kissing that much but boy oh boy do i love drawing people about to kiss ... something about that like . tension . is more visceral to me than the actual kiss

btw if you have any specific questions abt this au please feel free to ask !!! id love to talk about it ...

[losver07]

was working on my wip and realised this scene is so wolfstar coded so ummm here ya go (sorry in advance for the awful translation lol)

also this is veeery long so i'm putting most of it under the cut

tw: mention of death, harsh(ish) lenguage

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"Then came the ambulance and the police,” he murmurs, his eyes fixed somewhere in the room, mind showing him once again the image of Sirius' tired smile. "They gave me a blanket. I felt stupid in it."

John, observing him with deep eyes, full of compassion, nods. Remus figures he can't show it, the pity. That it's part of his job not being able to say Oh, you poor thing and that, instead, he must be professional. And it's not that John is bad at it, at hiding what he thinks; it's just the eyes.

It's impossible to lie with one's eyes. Sirius' always shine, even if he insists on wearing the blackest clothes.

Shined. Not anymore. And he doesn't dress in black anymore, it's Remus who has to mourn now, instead of him. And for him.

"How are you feeling?" the psychologist asks, and Remus makes an effort not to cry.

"I don't know," he answers, honest. He doesn't know what words to use. "Bad."

Not enough. John gestures at him to keep talking, to elaborate. He always does that. It's cruel.

Remus looks down at a ring he takes off his finger, and proceeds to watch it turn in his hands as he fidgets with it. It was Sirius'. Everything he owns was either his or reminds him of him in some way. Even the smallest of things, the silliest of details.

If only he could get rid of it all. If only he knew that'd make him forget.

"It's like I don't really believe this is real,” he says, without lifting his gaze from the steel ring. It's carved in a checkered pattern, a chess board that extends and hugs the owner's finger like a ribbon. It's not excessively visible but, if you brush your finger against the metal, you can feel the shapes against your skin, kissing your fingertips like he once did. That feels like so long ago, though. “I... I'm sad, obviously, but also angry. I think it was selfish of him."

Before it had been his, Sirius', the ring had belonged to Regulus. It had been silver then. Sirius turned it into steel when he'd received it from his brother, who got it from their father, whose father had gifted him it, and so on. It must be hundreds of years old.

"Selfish?"

He'll probably ask to be buried with it. If it's not worn on his left hand, it will be trapped on a chain around his neck.

"Yeah, I dunno," he shrugs. He doesn't know how to explain himself. He knows how he feels, he just finds it difficult to believe that anyone could understand it. He tries anyway. "He's gone and he's left us all here as if we didn't have enough problems of our own," he says. "Like, now I have to be myself, which is already tough enough, and also be him for James and Peter and Harry and... Oh, God, Harry..." He shuts his eyes. He needs to breathe. He closes his hand over the ring, and looks at John. "But I need him too. And I don't have him. I don't have anyone to treat me like he did. So, I don't know."

The therapist nods again. When he started the sessions, Remus thought it was weird that John didn't take any notes, like in the movies. It might sound stupid, but he imagined someone constantly writing on a notepad, making a record of every word that came out of his mouth.

It turns out John only uses his notebook to write dates and appointments down; that he actually listens to what he says, instead of analysing every sentence as if it were a mathematical problem.

He's been lucky, and he knows it. At least in this, he's been lucky.

"Do you feel responsible for what happened?" He asks, and Remus thinks about it for a second. Now that the unease has lessened, he's left with just the cold on the tip of his nose and the metal on his fingers. He misses hugging Sirius on cold days like this one.

"Yes," he answers. No point in lying.

John stares at him. Elaborate, he's probably thinking. He always looks at him like that when he wants to make Remus talk.

"I'm the one who was supposed to take care of him," he says then. "And, instead of that, what I did was use him to make him help me with my shit. And even after he's gone I'm still whining about him not being here to give me cuddles. I don't know. Maybe I'm the one who's being selfish.

The psychologist, whose diploma is Remus now observing, makes a face.

"Wanting love is not selfish, Remus," he says, so soft and kind it almost makes Remus feel small, vulnerable and about to break. Or already broken.

"But taking the love away from someone and keeping it to yourself is," he objects.

"You think that's what you did? Taking the love from him?"

"I don't know," he says, and before John can ask him to explain, he continues: "I think maybe if I'd made things right he'd still be here."

The air is still for a few seconds, both in the room and in the street across the window, as well as inside of Remus' lungs, who holds his breath in an attempt to make the ache on his chest go away. It doesn't work.

"It wasn't your fault that he suffered," Josh tells him, but he's been told so many lies he doesn't need to think to detect the lie.

"But it was that he didn’t stop suffering," he tells Mr Too Good For Taking Notes. He should've had that noted. "I should've done something. It's what I'd to have done."

John, wanting to understand but being apparently incapable of it, furrows his brows a bit. The expressions only last a second, and is not even that exaggerated, but Remus sees it anyway. The doubt.

"You think it was your purpose?" He asks. He acts interested. Sometimes he almost even makes Remus forget that he's paid for what he does. That he wouldn't be there if it weren't for the money. That he's got better things to do than...

"Helping him?" Remus asks, trying not to sound too aggressive, but probably failing. "Yes."

"And do you think you were, say, destined to save him?"

"Yes," he agrees. A bit cheesy his personal taste, but, yes, that's what he believes. Why lie, if he's not going to write it down, even.

"But, if it was destiny, how could you have avoided it?"

That feels like a boot to the stomach. He doesn't quite know wether it confuses him or it makes him angry but, either way, he doesn't know what to answer. Perhaps not having thought of it earlier is what irritates him and puts him, once again, in front of a mirror in which a disappointment shines.

He thinks for a bit. Then speaks.

"Trying harder," he says. "Being better."

"No, Remus; is not about trying," his confidant tells him, with a smile that could either indicate complicity or compassion. "You did all that you could, and more. And, still, you couldn't change it, nor can you now."

For some reason, that hurts. Rather, it stings. Both in his open wounds and his sore eyes.

"And what do I do?" He asks. His voice doesn't seem to want to know the answer, as it doesn't cooperate in making itself heard. He swallows and takes a deep breath, letting Sirius' ring slide back into his finger, where it should always have stayed.

"Think about what you did achieve," John offers, so careful it seems almost meticulous. "You made him happy for a time, you gave him peace. You made him feel safe, too. Confident. You helped each other. That's good."

"But he's dead," Remus says. He's not sure he's used that word since it happened. It's not likely, seeing how much it hurts pronouncing it. He's spent over a month circling around and avoiding one of those damned words, the ones that feel like mines in an already ruined field. He presses his lips and looks at John, cheeks wet with rivers of salty water. "That's bad."

"Yes," the therapist agrees. "That is bad."

[stydia1789]

im tweaking over stydia. it has been years and im still tweaking over stydia. somebody kill me

[siriuslygay1981]

Regulus' muscle memory making him hurt in every way possible, he walks down the right side of the stairs because Sirius always took the left. Him knocking on the bathroom door because Sirius always forgot to lock it. He throws the door open in anger, bursts into tears while in the shower right after.

Regulus making an extra cup of tea or coffee (depending on the day) for Sirius because he always liked the way Regulus made it. He throws the cup across the room, ignores the blood from the broken pieces touching his fingers.

Regulus going to Sirius' room in tears hoping he'll comfort him after a bad nightmare just to remember as he opens the door that Sirius is gone. He lays on his bed curled up and aching.

And why can't you come back?

Why aren't I brave enough to leave?

[imsiriuslydepressed]

so pack up your car, put a hand to your heart, say whatever you feel, be wherever you are. We ain't angry at you love, you're the greatest thing we lost.

[meat-pvppet]

i scroll through mouthwashing twitter or tiktok and i realize that it shouldve been gatekept more

specifically about some of the people on the mouthwashing confessions twitter acc cuz dude. what.

not to be bitch but i think some of you should explode forever /lh

but yeah no the fandomification of mouthwashing has been atrocious chat can none of you appreciate the art and story of something and discuss things without consuming it like content slop in a trough to slurp up holy shit

these recent years online have been THE WORST years to be creating art outside of just AI bullshit cuz some of you cant help but woobify this and babygirlify that and "oh i cant hate jimmy cuz hes probably experienced trauma :[" when that is a literally RAPIST and ABUSER and "curly deserved what happened to him for being complacent in anyas abuse" when he was BRUTALLY BURNT AND MUTILATED AND HAD HIS AUTONOMY STRIPPED FROM HIM and on the complete flip side of that last thing "curly did his best and he did nothing wrong forever!!!" when he was complacent in anyas abuse and let it be perpetuated cuz it was his friend and "anya should have told swansea or daisuke!" when they wouldnt have done anything either and "anyas a pick-me" do you have no sympathy for rape victims or are you just a misogynist im being so so so real right now

every fandom has a side to it thats rancid but holy FUCK guys

[thefastestclockintheuniverse]

PSA: Remember Mituna is as nasty as freak as the rest of the Beforean boys

[ghostboyhood]

I present to you

neil perry (and todd anderson) in another universe!!

river pheonix! he originally wanted the part of neil perry but obviously rsl got it.. they even have the same glasses

NOW ANOTHER THING!

in 1985 a movie called Explorers came out, the cast had three main boys, well guess who two of those boys are?

river pheonix and ethan hawke.

so an au where neil perry is played by river pheonix! and alsoo the two couldve met as children instead of teens (which this movie only came out 4 years before dps so its not a huge time skip, so if u wanna go explicitly by the pics then theyd meet earlier than they did in dps but either way works imo)

this version also probably wouldve been js as queer coded w river, in my own private idaho he plays a character whos in love w his best friend (100% canonically!!) so no need to worry about losing anderperry