#whats the uhhh um. the

[flunkett]

idk if im a nihilist or optimist can i be both

[growling]

Arospec acceptance leaving peoples' bodies the moment an aro person describes themselves as loveless and/or aplatonic and doesn't actually "make up" for their lack of attraction by platonically loving other people a lot

[xobloodletter]

woah guys has anyone seen this mysterious issue before

[willyhoos]

❤LOVE-LETTER-FOR-MY-HERO.TXT.vbs❤

i imagine an "amy.exe" functions like the infamous ILOVEYOU virus. spreading so sweetly under such a delicate disguise of love... (bonus points for y2k)

details + alts under cut :)

these are the looping msgs in the background, based on the og virus :)

og sketch + an alt! i've got a bunch of alts for this haha

[mellohiizz]

@saiintvalentiine hello. the npc fic left me absolutely in shambles i needed to draw them.

[blackbatcass]

listen I know it’s kind of corny and inaccurate to act like every single person in the dc universe knows each other and is besties but it IS endlessly funny to me to follow the web of connections and see how many degrees removed from each other everyone is.

like look at the arrowfam okay. ollie and dinah are together, ollie is homoerotic best friends with hal, dinah is homoerotic best friends with babs. roy is dating dick, has a kid with jade, and is basically an adoptive father to both grant emerson and rose wilson. connor is dating kyle and is constantly followed around by eddie fyers. mia is friends with a lot of the second gen teen titans kids, had an on-again-off-again thing going on with steph for a while, and is currently dating sienna. emiko is besties with courtney and some of the other recent teen titans. sin has a small army of protective aunts from the birds of prey. the real question is how far does it go before ollie puts a cap on the number of people who are invited to family brunch on sundays

[rocketbirdie]

smile for the fans!

[sloasis]

Okay I'm SO sorry ( not really ) for spamming and rambling about this one goddamn episode . I keep pausing it to post about it cause I just Have to LMFAO BUT LIKE OMG . These motherfuckers STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT THIS NOT PLATONIC AND IS ENTIRELY ROMANTIC AND FULLY LOVE ??? Bro put him in HIS WILLLLLLLLL HIS LIVING WRITTEN LEGAL WILL . Also he looks BEAUTIFUL telling him this ... Eddie almost drowned and died in the well , literally saw flashbacks and heard Buck IN HIS HEAD ( and his wife but that's kinda a given ) !! And he kept going and swam to the surface because of that . Because of the FIGHT Buck has for his son fueled him to keep going .. Eddie FIGHTS for Christopher AND Buck . He asked Buck if he was HURT while he was THE ONE WHO GOT SHOT and actively bleeding out . I also said this before but the fact that Eddie's shirt is open and you can fully see the Saint Christopher pendant represents how he's giving his HEART and his SON to Buck ..... just think about that for a moment . Insane . Buck you are not expendable , if you were shot , Eddie would've been saying the same thing , doing the same thing , putting himself in danger FOR YOU . Crying to Christopher , telling him that YOU got shot , wearing himself ragged worrying .. Maddie would've lost her mind even more , she's already been struggling but this probably would've set her over the ledge .. uh metaphorically , I swear . Bobby would've ALSO been deliberately making himself a target . You have these people who will do fucking anything for you but you don't think they will so YOU are the one who does it for them . Because you fucking love them so deeply and you think you're replaceable and you think you can be left behind and abandoned , yes that has happened and probably will again but it's NOT because of you ... You make a fucking impact on EVERYONE you meet . You fucking SAVE people . You've saved EDDIE . Eddie's SAVED you . You're made for each other . You are now legally BOUND to him and his son , congratulations !

[cayennecrush]

i cant even lie, the moment i saw Meowdas i knew he'd look good all tied up LMAO (prob part 1/2)

[swift-kwikster]

ANOTHER OLD THING I FORGOT TO PUT ON HERE

[pipkrakes]

i love that huaien wakes up in a strange bed in a strange house with a random guy who thinks he's a girl and is like sure man. let's see where this goes

[ignatius-pennyfeather-ix]

gotta say nothing that transpired over the past week was on my 2024 bingo card haha WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON RN

[rbtlvr]

okay so. i have been watching this animatic (big big isat spoilers) on repeat for the past uhh. while! and i kept thinking about the main isat theme over the song. so i did that. and added some more (the house motif and hcyhms) for good measure. enjoy!

[starfilled-galaxy]

Me doing a whole deep dive looking for lost media (and didnt find it)

Uh, hey Aphmau fandom? Anyone remember Prizza Productions? A really good animator who made multiple popular Aphmau or Aphmau-inspired animations, including but not limited to the Hot Milk Zane animation meme, Moto Moto Aphmau meme, Evermore animatic, Zane's First Words (meme), and the BROTHERS animatic that aired on May 11th, 2017 at the Nickelodeon Animation Studio's Best Animated Shorts film festival and was based on Aphmau's MCD series

About the BROTHERS animatic, does anyone have an archive of the video or have it saved? The closest I could get was this link to the video page on Wayback Machine, but the video wasn't archived with it

I remember it was very good and I'd love to rewatch it, but as far as I could tell there doesn't seem to be any (public) archives of it

[ghostcreaturetypething]

This might be a long shot but if anyone who follows me is into the Batfam as well as Supernatural or whatever the hell I’m going on about over here, you should go follow my friend @starofthesea37 ‘cause they are more than into it and I want people who actually know jack shit about the fandom to read what they have to say about because I think it sounds unbelievably clever and insightful and important and I don’t even go there

[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."