Okay but hear me out, I think Nandor and Guillermo will be INSUFFERABLE to live with once they figure their shit out and get together. Like. They're already thick as thieves and practically in each others' pockets, and that's with both of them trying to maintain a safe distance and pretend they aren't completely obsessed with each other. Imagine what they'll be like when they stop pretending. We already know Nandor is a stage five clinger, and Guillermo has been pining for god only knows how long. GOD. Can you IMAGINE living with that?
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i wish i could say i understand why people hated tim at first, but i honestly can't cause like... yeah he was an asshole, but it was blatantly obvious that he's an asshole with a heart of gold.
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Monday morning and I’m so exhausted and spent. I talked about genocide and fascism with a friend on the walk to class. A teacher said 2 sooo nice about me and I made a joke right after I think was kind of awkward.
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this cold is still driving me crazy but at least i can stifle these fits…stifling makes me so much more snotty, my nose is practically crying.
in the mood to make more wavs so comment or message me requests!!
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(major s-class heroine spoilers)
made the mistake of briefly considering reed/hestio, and then thinking about how hestio might react to learning that the mass murderer in front of him was once his extremely kind and upright friend who always gave too much of himself to others. i got socked in the gut by the throwback to my own grief when discovering that reed=tesilid.
like. what and how much has he gone through that he has thrown away the morals and self-sacrifice he internalised so much. what do you mean he killed his younger self in the most cruel and painful way he could think of. what do you mean that even he himself was not kind to himself. that, even after a hundred lifetimes, he still hasn't learned the slightest shred of self-love and is acting only in self-preservation. what do you mean that he has been running on fumes and desperation for several lifetimes? he probably hasn't had the time to even grieve and cry for himself. has there been anyone who could even do so for him? what do you mean he's tried every means possible to save the world, and then just himself, and then had no choice but to try to kill himself, but even that didn't work so now he's forced to try to kill everyone else too. what do you mean that this isn't just an issue of mental health and of convincing him that life is worth living? there is genuinely no conceivable path forward for him. maybe the world should just burn or something idk.
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!!!NEW REVIEW!!!
at last, 1940 draws to a close with a sequel to Little Blabbermouse—or, more accurately, the half reheated leftovers of Little Blabbermouse. such a quick turnaround time between the two and their release dates—only five months!—certainly shows, as much of the short hinges on reused animation and ideas from the former, with a few twists to keep it new (such as a lethal game of poker between robots.) once again, Blabbermouse annoys both the audience and the mouse caricature of W.C. Fields to their wits end amidst a tour of a shuttered department store and all of its various amenities.
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At a point in my life where a woman could take her shirt off in front of me and I would only hesitate for a moment before getting back into a rant about Hannibal
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Hi, I often see your posts where you express the urge to delete your works off the internet. I really like your style, it is very clean and recognizable (although it's not the point of this ask). I'd like to share a situation that happened to me several days ago. I have some fandom works on the web, which are around ten years old, some older and some newer (they are, admittedly, very low quality, I abstain from reading them because of cringe). There is a counter on the site, it shows daily views. I used to check it maniacally back than, so much it is still in my top viewed sites. So when I was feeling bad - when I AM feeling bad, I usually check this counter. And you know what? Even after 10 years. Even in a fandom that is wayyyyy less active than before. I get 1-2 views a day. Sometimes someone comes and binges half of my works, even, leaving thumbs ups in their wake. That is to say. There are always cake lovers in the internet (there are also cake haters, but we don't have a negative like button do we?) So even the works you consider cringe may find their audience, in several years EASILY (but probably even less). Yes, some of the things are history, but it is always a pleasure to receive a like or a comment, even on older works. Maybe if you think your art gets less recognition than it deserves, you may switch social media platforms and have them up on a more specialized site or archive (although I currently don't know any better platform for that than tumblr). To sum it all up, give your art a little time and it will certainly find its lover. You may derive some pleasurable emotions from that as well. You are cool, keep it up 👍
Hey thanks so much♡ I truly appreciate your kindness & suggestion here as well.
I don't think I can find a decent way to rationalize my thought process [beyond: depressed with having impossibly high standards at all times ha ha] but it's like.
When I get realization how god awful or disappointing a drawing is, it's as tho I haven't registered anything beyond that it needs to be destroyed. It's like a sickness & shame & disgust I can't explain, but can only be relieved by destroying whatever I've just created.
I wish I could make sense of it. I wish I could think further in the long term besides "god, this drawing sucks, I need to obliterate it so it's like it never existed in the first place" but.
When you are unwillingly consumed by your own insurmountable flaws, it's impossible to argue with & destruction is the only path at hand.
& sure, someone somewhere down the line might see one of my drawings later & love it, but the desperate need to be invisible & just vanish in shame of myself is. A lot.
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Even if Copperhead receives a serious injury, he won't scar permanently. His healing factor is superior to that of ordinary humans, enduring damage that would kill a lesser man and even wounds that would leave lasting scars soon fade and vanish after a few shedding sessions. It is unwise to disturb him during the shedding process however - Copperhead is blind during this time and may react before checking to see who's bothering him.
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BJ pulls him tighter against his body and cuts off Hawkeye's words instantly. Beej's hardness is trapped between their stomachs, hot and rigid, and Hawk challenges himself to look down, but all he can see is their chests pressing together. The water shifts to warm then, right at the edge of too hot, and it makes him feel so floaty that he's pretty sure BJ's arm is the only thing keeping him on the floor.
"Better?" BJ asks with a saccharine sweetness he's clearly pulled on like a sweater.
Hawk licks his lips, glances back up. "It's okay."
Chapter 5 of my hunnihawk fic is live now~
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