#we must cherish it

[shitpostingkats]

We must never take for granted how stupid and silly the sandwich minigame in pokemon scarlet and violet is.

[gunsatthaphan]

#ready to be shaking & quaking.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Mom I threw up

OH MY GOD HELLO TEENY

[vaguely-concerned]

tain and garak are just the familial version of that 'babe/fellow associate' meme. the 'beloved father whose forgiveness I would do anything to obtain even knowing you'll never give it/this is elim he's a cherished colleague of long standing' situation here is. so grim fhsdkjafhsa

(not me thinking about julian's 'I forgive you. For whatever it is you did' and odo's 'garak, I was thinking that you and I should have breakfast sometime' and even parmak eventually forgives him vs. tain in this ep with deliberate cruelty going 'I can't forgive you for what you did, but I can try to forget'. the way he keeps making garak beg him for this one thing from him over and over just so he can deny him with incredible malicious precision every time.)

[feppepurin]

crying because i want my cat to be okay forever

[shizunitis]

i feel like i give off the wrong impression on this blog. like, yeah, i would do unspeakable things to and for and especially with shizun, but the way i love him transcends the physical. my heart fills with affection whenever i think of shizun, rather than carnal desire. my first thought is pure. my second is a bit sad. and my third is horny. that’s the order of things.

[blvdheart]

this day is going to be perfect

[lilacerull0]

i feel like reading/watching mbf immediately means knowing who i am as a person and... i cannot allow this

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[wishlikes]

me: everytime i read something about mob being a system written by someone who's a system (please excuse me if this is not the correct phrasing), i go rewatch the parts they talked about and i feel like i understand mob and ???% more.

sibling: oh yeah?

me: like. for example. i am no longer convinced ???% was ever even intending to hurt ritsu in the confession arc

sibling: oh yeah, i never thought that. ritsu was like "he's going to kill me!!!" but we don't know-

me: we don't know what he was going to do. he just did this *imitates ???% reaching his hand out* very ominously

sibling: i think- what if- what if it did the whole scary build up and then. mob just gave him a little head pat. pat pat.

me: you know what i'm now convinced of?

sibling: hm?

me: i think ???% was going to check ritsu's head. where he was hurt when he was little

[firesmokeandashes]

Us when the ao3 finally starts working again:

[these-are-the-first-steps]

This is radically off-topic, but I wanted to share an observance that perhaps hasn't become reality for some of you yet, but maybe the forewarning will help you in the long run.

One of my favorite singers of all time died very suddenly virtually on stage this past october. He was quite young, considering, at 57, and there was no explanation for it other than Fate snappings its fingers to take him away (it was a sudden brain hemorrhage).

This man, at the heigh of his youth, was, I would argue, one of the most beautiful people to have ever graced this Earth. He was gorgeous. His eyes could stop an entire room in its tracks. While inside he seemed quite shy and retiring, he seemed to not help stepping into a space like he commanded it. When he left us, he was still beautiful- no question- but Time, of course, is obliged to do its damage and he was no exception. Truly, none of us are.

My father spent my childhood reminding me that growing older is a privilege not everybody gets, because the alternative to "not growing up" is being dead. Of course, he's right.

After we lost the singer I loved so much, I've spent a lot of time considering beauty, age, entropy, and death. I have thought about who might be next, and how hard it would hit me- would it be just as awful as losing *him*? Or could it be even worse somehow?

My singer's death was sudden, and getting the news straight from an old friend in Tokyo before I even got out of bed was simultaneously like being hit by a truck and having a comforting balm immediately applied. I wonder now if those who go like that, fade away suddenly in a couple of hours, gain the privilege of preemptively comforting others from the other side once the news gets out. This was my impression anyway.

But others we love from afar, be they other musicians or actors or who knows what, are less likely to exit this world so abruptly. My singer once walked this earth as a living, breathing work of art-made-flesh, and while he lived long enough to wilt just enough under time's heavy burden, we did not have to watch him truly grow old. We, as people far removed who loved him no matter the year, were spared that mental dissonance, but the price was his life.

And so I have spent moments revisiting others I have loved since I was in school. The time has not even been that terribly great, in the grand scheme of things, but I have realized that the effects are inescapable. Not just on them, but also for myself. I look into the latest and rare ungarded photo of another I have loved so dearly and see the same wilting- another who walked and looked like a god and whose beauty we relished and appreciated for the living art he is. And I see the signs. It's around his eyes. The uptick of his mouth. And then I look in the mirror at myself, and I see, despite being so much younger, the same early hints of the price of living start to feather and touch my own body.

God willing he will make it to a far advanced age, but the price is losing human art. He will fade, and all we will have are photographs. But at least we will have photographs!!! What do I have for myself? Very little, if I am honest. I think about this sometimes, and wonder if it's too late.

Obviously looks are not the sum of a person, of course they aren't, and **this is not a post arguing that they are**. But they are the calling card and outward identity by which we recognize and interact with and cling to each other. For good or ill. We all walk this planet as unique pieces of art, and we all have individuals whose artistry we particularly love the most. In essence, that is what this post is about- admiration- and coming to the stark realization that, unlike paintings hanging in a museum, the living works of art we love have an expiration date. For myself, I have come to realize that facing the cognative dissonance of the Change is a jarring experience. Especially when it comes to musicians, we tend to cling to them during our worst times, especially as teenagers. They become Fixed Points in our psyches, and to suddenly become confronted with same-but-not-the-same, and god forbid death.....is this what becoming An Adult(tm) means? Not just having to watch what we love fade before our eyes but to also realize, like being thrown into a pool of ice water, that we are next? And that Time and Entropy have already begun to tee us up for our quickly approaching turn?

And so, as we began to love each other from a distance, god willing we will now age into the abyss together from a distance. I have often wondered if the truly elderly are sometimes happy for their turn to go because it at least means they can be reunited, one way or another, with those they also saw as dazzling paragons at their height who have since faded and gone.

This post is not particularly happy and likely comes off as a bit dark, but this is all to say, with my whole chest--- enjoy the era and the times you find yourself in. Enjoy and cherish and go see with your own two eyes the artists and others you love, now, here, as they currently are, while they are, in your mind, perfect. Time does not stop nor tarry for any of us, so you should not either. Don't wait to be with and look with admiration on others- or be too embarrassed to, either, for that matter- because this moment is so short, and soon this time will have passed and will be just a fond memory that you may wonder one day, just as I have done lately, where the ones you loved have gone. And perhaps you will also, like me, scream and cry and curl your fist at the ruthlessness of a universe that forces all of us into the same room together just so we can watch each other grow old and eventually die.

I wrote a short story once, after my grandfather passed ten years ago, about how life was essentially one big waiting room, not dissimilar to a doctor's office. There are toys to play with, magazines to read, sights to see outside of the window, but eventually the nurse will come in, call your name, and you will exit. I suppose I would add to this motif now the advice to don't forget to look around yourself either. Speak to the person sitting next to you. Admire the child and grandmother alike playing on the other side of the room. Tell the cute guy watching them you think he's hot- you'll likely never encounter him again so why not? Or who knows- maybe it'll go somewhere. After all, we are all stuck in this waiting room together. It may seem initially dull, but don't waste this chance. Admire everything with your whole being. This moment will not come again.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hello!! i just want to tell you that your art is so goddamn scrumptious, you are literally feeding my xmen brainrot and I find myself smiling when i see your art come across my feed. I love how you draw charles, pretty privilege and post (lets be fr he's serving every time)

i hope you always have fantastic brainrot and id kiss your blessed hands for giving us the gift of cherik and charles xavier, you are literally an icon

hope you have a great day ahead of you and more!! you deserve it !!

well i'ma absolutely have a wonderful mornin after readin this AWWWW thank you so so much !!!! i haven't been postin xmen long, so it's been really heartwarmin seein the warm reception to my work in the wonderful tags people have been leavin on my posts- and especially gettin to answer the lovely asks y'all've been sendin in (❁´ ▽ `❁) !! im glad people also like my goofy text posts and esp quotes from my brother he really has no right being so funny at the most random times

i hope to be xmen posting a while: ive got at least 60 years worth of stuff to look through and ongoing, so i dont imagine my interest'll wane anytime soon :]] !!

[fungalnebula]

I don't think I ever posted these but here's some art I made for Kwite's fursona fanart contest. I advanced to the second round which I'm really proud of. I didn't make it past that but even though I (kinda/almost/it's literally one more class ushdhdkkgh) graduated college and had my art in a show, this is my greatest accomplishment as an artist.

[mikatsuobushi]

WHAT IF jeankasa in august but instead of the augustine-james-betty plot, it's literally just the song itself. imagine mikasa spending the summer in the beach/coast where her grandparents are and she met jean there. they spent every moment together and it's sooo fun and sooo good until summer ended and mikasa has to go back to the city. for her, it's just a summer thing but for jean, it's a summer love that he treasured so much to the point that it hurts....

[loveaetingkids]

Lio:what have you done to my daughter Hugo?!

Scarlemagne:Actually I go by Scarlemagne now.

Lio:Sorry my bad.What have you done to my daughter Scarlemagne?!