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#but damn i am emotional
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Well I survived the finale
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ramblingoak · 8 months
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IT HAPPENED. I can rest now.
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📸 by @copicrossing (shared with permission)
Watcher in the Sky cowboy hat was made by mostEotMawards on Twitter
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critter-wizard · 1 year
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she is making soup :]
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spineless-lobster · 5 months
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Alterous attraction is so wild because it’s like I love you in a way neither of us can comprehend, I love you like the birds love the sun in the morning, I love you like the moon clinging to the night sky, I love you when we’re holding hands or cuddling or just sharing a space, I love you when you laugh or smile, I love you when you are near me and far away from me, I love you without a label, I love you when we go at our own pace, I love you when we express our love in different ways, I love you because you are my person and I am yours, we are friends and we are more and I love you
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andi-o-geyser · 1 year
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Vox Machina Origins (2020)
Oh yeah, the Glintshore fight may actually ruin me.
Bonus: Close-up of this one specific panel that has me by the throat, because apparently they wanted to instil as much pain as possible and now I’m crying.
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allmightyscroll-swag · 6 months
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Shout-out to @onejellyfishplease for creating a fic that my brain latched onto so violently that I think of it on a weekly basis
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Man, i can't imagine having the feeling of something literally buzzing under your skin writhing to be let out let out let out- being comfortable.
Original sketch below cut;
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It was way more moody but I was like. no . The boy is overwhelmed the arts gotta be BRIGHT and EYESORE-y
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djarinvettel · 9 days
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i’m getting emotional about a lot of things ending about bad batch but damn am i gonna miss those cryptic tweets from jennifer and the kiners. that shits been torture for the past three years but man i’d do anything for them to continue
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its-your-mind · 4 months
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Tbh I??? Really love these Bell’s Hells Company Retreat Activities???? Bc like. It’s not like any of them have been overly cagey this whole time, or actively hiding big secrets from each other. (someone at some point mentioned how BUCKwild it would have been to watch the M9 try to play What The Fuck Is Up With That within the first ten episodes of c2, with all the shit all of them were hiding and how much their early relationships were based on a mutual understanding that no one would expect each other to bring up the past unless it became a danger - the only one who ever poked that particular bear was Beau with Caleb at the start when she traded access to the Archive for the reason why Caleb gets fucked up by fire, and that private conversation shaped their relationship for the rest of the campaign BUT I digress.)
Nothing anyone confessed during the Honesty exercise was… a surprise. The only one who hadn’t shared the entirety of his past (that he remembered) was Chetney, and his was never the past that felt like a threat - that revelation was more along the lines of FCG’s type of “tell me about your family trauma so I can fix you” line of questioning.
The truths the Hells offered up to each other… they were significant (Fearne, I was disappointed in you for being afraid of your power), and scary (deep down, both Delilah and I kind of want the shard), and hard to say out loud (even on the nights I bunk up with one of you, I feel so lonely), but critically, so little of it was surprising. No one was sharing anything earth-shattering about their pasts or previously unknown plans for future betrayal.
And during the Communication exercise - none of them - Chetney, Imogen, Ashton, or Orym - doubted that their directors were leading them the wrong way. They listened, and paid attention to instructions, and didn’t try their own path because they felt like they knew better.
And then during Trust! The part that should have been the hardest!! All of them were obviously distrustful of each other, shooting around stressed looks, sending familiars to dive-bomb to check for flesh, but like… none of them actually turned on each other. None of them ganged up, or broke off, or stood in opposition - they were wary of each other, and they got the task done.
So… it didn’t really lead to any huge shifts in the dynamic. But that was never really what they needed! The Hells have trusted each other since the beginning, and even when they’re actively having to fight each other, it’s always with a desperation born from a place of concern. They really do care for and love each other. I don’t think any of them, if they sat down to think about it, truly believed that one of them was going to betray the others.
But they haven’t had time to sit and think about it. They have been actively fighting the literal end of the world since like… ep 45 (first irl Ludinus sighting/convo). The apocalypse happened. Has been happening. For thirty episodes now. They spent a good chunk of that time apart from each other, and then the rest of it desperately reaching out to anyone with more power than themselves to beg for their help.
So yeah! It’s not a big surprise that they’re all bottling up a lot of their own shit right now! There aren’t that many personal issues that feel like they deserve more attention than the literal end of the world.
It was inevitable something was going to give. And since Ashton’s shit was up next for dissection because they had a past that brushed up against the Primordials? Of course they were the one whose internal lockdown broke first. And of course when it did, it physically shattered Ashton, too, right along those same fault lines where Milo put them back together the first time. It’s so good that they had friends who were there, past and present, to make sure none of the pieces got lost. To put them back together.
We watched Laudna break down right after, specifically because she was back home, in this place where Delilah had first tortured and killed her, where she had lived as a wraith haunting a castle. Delilah had been slowly picking the lock on the cage the Hells had forced her into, and Ashton’s “betrayal” was the last tumbler Delilah needed to snap into place to break the lock in Laudna’s mind. And her mind shattered, fragmented in the same way it had been after she was first brought back as Delilah’s vessel. How beautiful that it was Laudna’s love of children and her desire to make Ashton a gift (meant to be part insult, “because you’re a child,” and declaration of her care for him, “I like children.”)
And Fearne… Fearne almost broke down after them. Slamming the hammer down next to Ashton’s head over and over and over, screaming at him, wandering away through the city, sleeping alone in the woods… She saw the cliff’s edge coming. That’s why she asked them if they could stop at her Nana’s first.
Because she needed it. And the rest of the Hells say, “Why? Do you think Nana Morri can help us in this?” And Fearne says, “Well, I don’t know, but…” And Imogen says, “Do you need it for you?” And Fearne says, in a small and shattered voice, “…yes.”
And that’s the end of the discussion.
They go home, to a place where they are safe and have time, for the first time since Ruidus was locked in place.
And so they have time to be Honest - and they are. Fearne likes to watch them all and play with their hair while they sleep. Orym has thought through how he would neutralize them if he absolutely had to. Ashton thinks it would be better for him to be dead than for Fearne to be hurt. Imogen is scared to face her mom. Laudna dreams of leaving this behind. FCG is jealous of the people around him with a heart, because they have possibilities he doesn’t. Chetney hasn’t settled down once in 400 years because he’s scared he’s cursed to drive away any family he has.
Behind all of this - I want to know everything about you. I need to make sure you don’t hurt each other. I would sacrifice myself to keep you from pain. I don’t want to choose between my blood and this family we’ve built. I want you all to be safe. I want you to pursue happiness. I don’t want to lose you.
And then, Communication - follow along this path. Listen to my voice. Keep calm, keep quiet. Stay the course. I will keep you safe. Keep walking, keep walking, and… you’re there, honey.
And finally, Trust. Two of them are going to be replaced by fae beings bent on preventing them from completing their mission, and they have to complete this task without letting the infiltrators stop them. Okay. Let’s all stick together. Keep eyes on each other. Wait for the doppelgängers to give themselves away somehow. Do you remember these small, banal details about our mutual history? There’s a possibility that action you took was malicious, but I know you well enough to know that might have been a mistake you made on your own. Here, I’ll walk into traps to show that I’m not going to stop you. I’ll get out of your way and take out the threats. I’ll be eyes in the sky and send my familiar to poke you to test if you feel like you should. But nothing you’re doing makes me see you as a real threat - just the possibility of one. I trust you. I trust in you. I trust myself to know enough about you to identify if you’re doing something differently than normal.
And the result of those exercises? No new information, but maybe some things that we all had lost track of amongst the chaos. I am not shocked by your Honesty. I know deep down that I can rely on your Communication. I do Trust you. I know you. I care for you. I know you care for me, too. Even when I have doubts, even when you fuck up, even when things break bad and you make the wrong call…
We are a team for a reason, and no matter what we said in the beginning, it is not just out of necessity or convenience. Are we a bunch of fucked up, broken people? Absolutely. Are we going to continue to fuck up? Probably. Does that change how we feel about each other? No. Never. As long as you’ll have me, I’ll be here, fighting alongside you. Helping you up when you stumble. Offering a shoulder when you need to cry. Standing over you to protect you if you fall. Laughing with you in good times, kicking ass for you in bad. This is our family, damn it. It is strange, and broken, but it is ours, and it is good.
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lucyflawless · 2 months
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Okay. I'm in the middle of my Xena rewatch, and I'm on A Family Affair, and can we talk about the scene where Xena meets Gabrielle's parents?
Xena: So, how's she been?
Gabs' dad: Without you? Just fine.
Xena: I meant, after everything she's been through.
Gabs' dad: You should know. Seducing her away from home with your heroics, filling her head with strange ideas. How's she been? Changed forever.
Like! This is the most obvious metaphor for a parent/family that can't accept their gay kid, and by extension, their gay kids' partner. And I think it's really well executed. It hits close to home, but it feels like the person writing it gets it. Y'know. Which, given that Liz Friedman co-wrote this, tracks. She knew what the fuck she was doing here and it's so well done.
Anyway, I needed to just simply gush lightly about it. I will literally never get over the fact that this show portrays both the joys and the hardships of a lesbian relationship better than more explicit shows today. I'll never get over it!
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saetoru · 2 years
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you and atsumu are in the grocery store when he gets recognized for the first time by a young fan. he's all grumpy and whiny that you forced him to come along (you dragged him because you didn't want to be alone) and he's huffing the whole time he pushes the cart around. he's walking with his hood pulled over his messy hair and he's in his lil plaid pajama pants, and that's when he feels it. a small, shy tug on his sleeve from the side that makes him raise a brow before he turns to look over.
and everything about his demeanor that screamed annoyed quickly turns to shock and then confusion when a small kid—who really cant be much older than 9 or 10—is staring up at him with wide eyes as he rolls on the balls of his feet.
are you miya ?? the black jackals setter ??
yeah, thats me, he speaks before he can comprehend, and then you watch from the distance as atsumu listens to this kid.
you watch as atsumu listens about how the young boy wants to be a setter too. how he loves watching atsumu play on the tv. how he practices spiking every day. how his dad even got him a volleyball and is going to set up a net in the backyard soon. how he wants to join the school club. how he's gonna recreate the same move atsumu and bokuto always pull with his own friends. how one day, he'll be a setter and play at nationals and then play for a team where everyone watches him on tv just like atsumu has.
you watch as atsumu crouches down to the boy's height, as he high fives him and tells him "ya have ta make sure ya don't got a team of scrubby slackers—otherwise, it's no good," as he explains spiking is cool—but making the perfect set is even cooler, as he reminds him not to skip practice and to do his stretches correctly, as he rambles on about how a good sleep schedule and a balanced diet are key parts to playing your best.
you watch as atsumu's lips wobble a little when he's asked for a hug, you watch as he gets a little choked up when the kid says one day, he hopes he'll play with the number 13—because that's his favorite number! and that atsumu is his favorite player. you watch as atsumu wipes a single tear after he's bid his little fan goodbye, and you watch as he sputters when he notices you looking and claims how he "wasn't cryin', that was just some dust" in his eye
you watch as atsumu grows a little more as a player that day—stood in his stained little hoodie and his wrinkled plaid pajama pants. just your tsumu who complains about pushing shopping carts even though he never lets you lay a hand on one if you insist, but he's miya atsumu to the rest of the world, quick on his feet and skilled on the court—someone to look up to, someone who put his heart and soul into his goals.
and he decides that day he'll put a little more into what he does. just so maybe another kid can watch him on tv and decide maybe they will too someday.
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louroth · 9 months
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Hello hello everybody! It is time for another months progress, and I am so excited to share with you, all the things I have gotten my grimy little gremlin hands on. First off, what we are all here for; writing. I have been on fire, to be honest! Last month I churned through the last of the first batch of erotica stories (there's 6 (!!!) of them on my patreon already) and set them up for publishing along with two more unseen ones- I'm still going over the logistics of where to publish for the best revenue (I know this sounds boring, but I have to make an income somehow, and hopefully find another audience as a smut writer on other platforms 💀 I love writing it so why not!), and I am making headway, learning the ins and outs of self publishing. On patreon, there are also two Q&A's that are written in a bit more fictional manner, in character: a more fun way than just writing answers straight up and down. I have enjoyed those so much! There's a bunch of other stuff I haven't even mentioned- honestly, I have to say, I'm really proud of my output on Patreon even though I have been really anxious about writing full time. It's going great! I have to thank my new friends and support-network on discord; you make this all worth it. I cannot express how fun it is to shoot the shit with you in vc, gaming together, or seeing your shenanigans in gen or your in depth theories (thanks for the brainworms!) or memes or staring longingly at the fanfic channel or drooling over your art (ouro related or not) or... Gah. You are just amazing people, and I will waste no opportunity in saying so. Thank you forever and ever and ever an-
When it comes to OUROBOROS, I am happy to announce that the next chapter is damn near done! I was halted because of the discovery that dashingdon is no longer supported by it's creator, and have been working on the twine version ever since, earlier than I expected- it's tough work, but I am so excited to make this an actual game made entirely by myself, and not submitting to a company that quite frankly leaves a bitter aftertaste. It is taking long to make because I want to make it mobile compatible from the start, which there isn't a lot of resources for. But I'm doing my best! The plan is that I will be posting the next chapter for Patreons in the coming month, and then treat you to a full twine release here on tumblr. I haven't made any rewrites when porting the twine build, but I would like to do that too... so we will see; this plan is not set in stone. I will just have to see how it evolves over the next month. Yes, beta-readers is still on the schedule, just holding off a little while while I wrap my head around this new coding landscape.
Other than that, I have been working on the set aesthetic for ouro, which has been really hard, a lot harder than I expected. You all know I am no wizard when it comes to graphic design, but I want to at least develop a set palette and imagery and portraits that is cohesive to the story. The work is ongoing, and I don't have much to say about it- even though it is taking a lot of my brain power. I'm hoping I can come to some kind of set and in depth conclusion that I am happy with before the twine release, because I want the game to feel like a treat to open up and play; a world to get lost in.
That's it! If you want to see weekly and more in depth dev-logs, you know where to go. I hope you have an amazing day or night, and we will see each other soon. xx
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object-yaoi · 4 months
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he's just confused as to where you even found wrapping paper honestly
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and a silly doodle i drew really small because i'm trying to force my handwriting to be legible (in case you cant read it: "if you don't like it that's ok-" (interrupting) "I'M KEEPING IT FOREVER AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME." "OK."
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It's official: I cannot watch the ending scene without ending up crying
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whitebookposts · 1 year
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The concert. I- man. I am usually not so bad with words, but the concert... it just... I can’t even begin to express all the thoughts I have.  But one thing I will say. While the whole concert made me emotional, I must say that it was the “through the eyes of a child” song that made me break down and start crying. It’s just... I don’t even know how to begin explaining this, but having to fly as a small, helpless butterfly through the dark after witnessing such a heartbreaking gruesome scene... as a sad and calm music plays in the background, the lonely silence after the storm... And seeing all the heartbreak and pain, left after the war, as countless dead bodies are laying in the hands of their loved ones, and even more corpses laying around, alone... And it didn’t matter who it was.
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A friend.
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A child.
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A pet.
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A family. The LOVE for them was the same. The HEARTBREAK was the same. But it wasn’t even that part that made me break down. It was this moment:
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When flying through the dark, hopeless, alone, and scared, after witnessing the cruelty and pain of the world... We see a spark. That turns to be someone like us. Someone who is waiting for us there. And they fly to us so excitedly, and we start chatting as if they were waiting for us after being apart for so long. Are they a friend? A family member? A stranger? It doesn’t matter. Because we are not alone. We made it. They made it. And we met again. And then we see two mantas, flying together. All safe and sound.
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Despite everything that happened, despite how many of them died... They survived. Despite everything that happened, they survived. And found each other. They aren't alone. They are going to be okay. And the sad song slowly turns into a hopeful one. A song of healing. A song of a second chance. A song about a new, kinder, world. And I am left in front of my phone, crying my eyes out. 
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maximumdante · 5 months
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Jerč.
J E R Č.
Fanfictions authors, you have one job to do.
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theoldkyokodied · 1 month
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hi!! I love your art sm and I was wondering: are you self taught or like, an art student? I ask bc you have such a good grasp on color theory and composition and I’m like,,, did they teach themselves that ??
Ah well i am mostly self taught! although i did learn a lot from others, just not in a normal school setting (i actually was known for beefing with my art teachers quite a lot fhsjbfjsbc).
I'm a practical learner, i try stuff out and keep what i like, but i think on that way sycra on YouTube has helped a lot in the early years. i remember him saying in one video that your favorite artist is yourself and i still think that it's one of the most profound things i heard someone say about art. i create bc i love to, i am my favorite artist. Of course i have other favorite artists, beside myself, but i do love my art, even if it's sometimes not quite how i want it to be.
he also said that improving in art is like taking a tiny row boat out to sea. the further you get from the shore, the harder it is to see how far you've come! those were the things that shaped me back then, when all i drew was edgy teen angst art about gore and robots and the german youtubers i liked to watch :')))
and since he has more of a theorist approach i learned quite a lot about why things look good that way. understanding why you do something is incredible, bc then you can use that purposefully!
but anyway, yeah. my wisdom for any artist is to draw anyway. don't let yourself be frightened by the seemingly impossible. every piece you create forms you, the time you spend is not a waste, even if you're dissatisfied. you are your own favorite artist. and if you're not yet, you will be <3
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