#working on thissss

[eldrtchmn]

[dani-be-existing]

when the blue and red characters are blue and red

Turbo and Vanellope on their own plus a bonus image below

[qprpbj]

ok no bc i love josh boone DOWN but hearing dally played as so fearful and juvenile instead of cold and hardened and so domineering is such a fantastic character choice (equally good iterations btw!!!! just so different!!!) like. the terrified screaming in little brother??? he sounds so young and afraid like that’s just a 17 year old fr!!!!! and the confrontation scene with darry where he’s not yelling back at him, he keeps himself collected bc he’s trying not to sound scared, trying to sound older than he is but he’s really Not. he’s so much smaller and younger and. they’re both equally terrified. darry and dally truly run SO parallel and it’s soooo glaringly obvious in that audio imo like. omfg. i have so many thoughts

[t4tails]

WHY are people so fucking weird about scott pilgrim "hes so relatable and the coolest guy ever and awesome" NO HE ISNT "hes the worst person to ever live and defined by his mistakes and can never get better" ALSO NOT TRUE!

[annazees]

commission for @merrigold

[kithtaehyung]

[ 3tan717 ] this is literally how the drabble from back in march is going lmfaoooo.

but the plan is to break it up into segments, so the first part will be for march, and second will be for april. then may will have a whole new drabble idea👍 apologies for the delays, y’all. this is what i get for not really estimating my time right😅

[kriskross]

cherryfan commission for the one and only @fandaniel ^w^

[idollls]

CALL ME CRAZY, I DON’T CAAAAARE 🩸

[eorzeashan]

Long time no swtor thinkpiece, but.

Thinking about Eight in the IA class story and then who he is post-Alliance; going from a bold, daring and casually ambitious wildcard to someone who feels as if he's lost most of his zeal to become rather...listless. Empty. Not to say that he isn't fulfilled by his work in the Alliance (who all make exceptions to have him do anything but murder all day) but he starts picking up more mundane activities like, peeling potatoes for the Alliance cantina, or doing minor tasks that don't involve much thought on his own volition-- a stark change from a man who only cared about his blade and who it fell on. It's like he's been soundly defeated by the circumstances surrounding him.

Then there's the issue of his companions, who only knew him as their cunning leader who stopped at nothing to achieve his goals, even using some of them in the process, who now appears to be an entirely different person. One who quietly fades into the background, instead of being in the thick of it. He's changed.

His skills haven't waned, but his voice is flat, his eyes without gleam, his all consuming desire that drove him to accomplish the impossible by the day naught but simmering ashes by the time they reunite with him in KOTXX. He even apologizes to some, without explanation. This distresses Vector, in particular, who witnessed the worst of his sides way back in the day. "It's not me you should apologize to, Agent." Vector can only quietly say, "I have never held you in ill regard for the choices you've made, anathema as they were to my principles." It's a conversation that peters off, but one that Eight never had, never had soon enough --his firm refusal to rectify or acknowledge that Vector could choose him over his own ideals is one that gnaws at him on the inside for years, on his own belief that people cannot change what they truly believe in, and so there is no point in trying to make amends for what bridges he burns in the pursuit of his own wishes. This, and many other denials, compound over the years into a rather hurtful self-made solitude that follows him long into the Alliance. (A mother will never give up her son. There is no other way. I cannot change my nature as a weapon. Their rejection of me is something I must accept.) A punishment, but for who?

Perhaps he still feels he's failed the last mission Keeper entrusted to him. The one that asked him to become a real, living person, and not just a sword dressed in imperial colors.

Eight spirals during the events of the Eternal Empire. He watches his downfall happen in real time. There's little he does about it. His home is gone, as are the people he fought for--Keeper, Watcher 2, Intelligence--and this new age is only filled with allies he cuts down faster than he can imprint their names into his memory. He's alone in this fight at the behest of others who do choose their ideals over him, who, in the end, turn away in fear and disgust when he bloodies his blade in their name. He makes no effort afterwards to right his image in their minds. He plays the villain, if others will not. For the first time, he tires of killing.

This leaves him alone, an outcast even among friends. Eventually, amongst the ruin their failed Alliance leaves in its wake, someone asks why things turned out this way; his lack of a will in the greater fight comes to light and sets several alarm bells off. Lana reduces his duties on the battlefield. Others, out of shared guilt and a fear of the bloodshed he wreaked on their orders, give him a wide berth to live normally for a while. It's not much and does little to his disillusionment and estrangement with his allies, but...it's a start.

Eight the Assassin turns into just Eight. And Eight the former agent, ex-Cipher, killer extraordinaire who never once dreamed of the stars, turns into someone who quietly watches the sun set on a world he barely recognizes,l but still stays up to see it, potato peeler in hand.

[mourninglamby]

tongue - miss anhedonia please for the love of god come back to Spotify

[sillylileggy]

Me when I edit my favorite panel

[oddsconvert]

The way I keep obsessively checking for the play pretend update…

SOOOOON SOON I PROMISEEE! <3 THANK YOU FOR BEARING WITH ME!

[ariowl-arts]

ngl i think my favourite thing about tumblr so far is that i can spout some of the unhinged things that come to mind in the tags and i won't feel the slightest bit of anxiety or shame

[munch-mumbles]

getting my blood drawn today and ive literally been so anxious all night i feel kind of sick please god send me strength

[godstrayed]

"who's gonna know you, if not me?" (for Steve Rogers)

memes. / always accepting.

　It had been so long and so much time had passed. Steve had thought everyone he knew from before was dead, lost in the many decades that had passed since he had last been conscious. It was disorienting to say the least to wake up with that hallow, uncertain, and unfamiliar feeling lingering. A man stolen from time cast in another altogether unable to recognize what the world had morphed into but also able to understand that things hadn't changed that much to his dismay. There was still war, still conflict, and still only him to do what must be done.

"I've gotten used to being seen as Captain America." He had been wrong in his assessments of what was left behind. Peggy, Bucky... they were here against all the odds. And that was what being seen felt like. "It'll be really nice to be seen as Steve again."

[dark-elf-writes]

If my laptop finally died I am going to scream like I don’t want to transfer things from tumblr copy pasting one paragraph at a time like do you know how many paragraphs breaks I put for emphasis this might actually kill me