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this guy is about to become my new internet personality
I'm listening to a podfic on yt and it's just about finished with it and went to scroll through the comments, and this comment. I absolutely love it ✨️
I'm listening to a podfic on yt and it's just about finished with it and went to scroll through the comments, and this comment. I absolutely love it ✨️
im alive , maybe.
quick one of my fursonas. catch them. kitty cat :3.
everyone dumping secrets on tiktok has inspired me so here's my tsc confession:
i didn't give a shit when jordan died
maybe i'm just reaching but that upper one kizuki kinda looks like that samurai tanjiro is seeing in his dreams
“Omg sam archivist???” NO NO NO NO SAM HASNT COMPELLED ANYONE TF???? DID WE LISTEN TO THE SAME EPISODE? Georgie AND sam both asked Alice questions before she told her story, BOTH OF THEM!!! And alive didn’t go on her long convoluted story because sam or Georgie asked her, she did it because the archivist was there listening and compelling, that’s literally what makes them realize the thing was there! I’m so SICK of all this “sam is the new archivist” nonesense, sam is not NEARLY bitchy or grumpy enough. Sam is a wonderful man and would never pry traumatic stories from the mouthed of victims. (No hate to Jon tho). This also makes me think that Gwen didn’t compel ink5oul, woild be fitting cause Gwen IS bitchy and grumpy enough but I really think that the archivist has been the one to compel people and mom elf the main cast (YET)
Inside Man mini review
So I just finished watching inside man (the one by Steven Moffat) and I have been reading all the reviews of it on here and on other sites.
and I honestly loved it (mostly because of the actors but still), the suspense was pretty great, acting was terrific, plot was decent, relatively likeable (and if not, at least semi relatable) characters.
the one thing though is that I found, which lots of people seem to disagree with, is the way that Mary Watling and Harry Watling were portrayed throughout the whole ordeal and how they were shown to deal with their emotions. I found it incredible
the way that Mary reacted; trying to find a sense of normalcy in a situation that was the opposite of normal, keeping what seemed like a calm exterior to try and keep them all from imploding with everything going on. The occasional emotional explosions when she couldn’t take it anymore.
I found it to be a very true show of what extenuating circumstances can do to someone (ie. having your sons math tutor locked in your cellar because she thinks your son is a p3d0) and the lengths people will take to have some kind of control over their lives (doing normal things to alleviate guilt and terror)
The same goes with Harry Watling (aka the vicar), though his is shown more as a delayed reaction.
it’s almost as if he doesn’t truly realize what he’s done and what’s happening, or atleast he’s ignoring it pretty damn well. He doesn’t try to keep it normal (he knows it’s nowhere near normal) or keep peace so to speak; more than anything he just shuts down.
he barely speaks with anyone and when he does he shuts them out just as quickly. Using his title as vicar as moral high ground, saying “I couldn’t have done this, I’m too good for that”, using it as a shield against the reality of the situation. And comforting others (mostly), to again show the moral high ground that he has claimed.
It shows a different approach people can sometimes take when dealing with such things (though similar to the other ways); which can lead to people entirely shutting down and avoiding the world to try and alleviate guilt (and any other emotions they may be feeling), leading to lashing out at anyone who tries to help (no matter how misguided).
No one in this show is truly a good person, but they are still people and people will react in a million different ways to different scenarios.
Idk who she is but she seemed fun to draw so here. Bad quality.
Oy oy.... How goes it? Surviving?
Dearest anon, I have a singular week before I move to the Philippines and embrace communism with open arms. Things are getting certainly interesting!
(Really though I am very excited if that was not clear already.)
Say it with me "I am valid"
Tumblr asks are so incredible what does this even mean
Is this because it is pride month or.
I feel as if I don't know myself.
I feel as if I don't know myself.
Not really, like I look in the mirror and see myself. Blond hair, mismatched coloured eyes, head to toe in yellow. But I also see a 15-year-old whose life is still being decided for them. Even with all the freedom, they could dream of. A world full of beautiful people and my soul decided this body, this life. I already came to terms with this though.
I’d like to believe I chose this as some sort of afterlife where I was good in my past life. Or maybe I was bad. I feel like I would be a worm or something if I were bad but, being a worm would be significantly better than going to school every day. Only 8 months left though. Doesn't seem that long before college, which I know will be heaven. Less annoying people. I can focus more, have a usable library, have less social pressure, wearing my own clothes! The whole gist of it is so much better. Being a worm would be so simple, dig, eat? Get eaten by the early bird? Drink water?
Okay, being a worm might not be that easy. I'm overthinking it a bit. A cat maybe? I like cats they are soft… well most of them. But they get fleas and into cat fights and the thought of licking myself so much, as well as annoying kids that would still bother me. I could be one of those indoor cats that are pampered their whole life, but the inbreeding and annoying fur and smothering old people. If I was a cat I would probably be a cat of a young college girl.
College will be heaven. Well, at least my description of it. Worrying about the future but having most of it sorted, deciding in high school is the hard bit. And I bet the work would be fun. High school work sucks, it's all in books and all my notes are messy and confusing and I don't ever use them. ever. There is no point in writing them in the first place. I can have food at more practical times, better food in college for sure as well as free days when no work is required. The homework just seems nicer.
Back to the main point, I don't know myself. Maybe I will in college. I already go on Fridays and am known for my overall confident fashion choices. Constantly showered in compliments. I think there would be more people like me. (Whoever ‘me’ is.) Someone with no set fashion sense, pescatarian, lesbian. Yea probably more lesbians.
In the UK college isn't this big thing, I'm not moving away from my family or anything or getting a whole new friendship group, everyone is the same. I just like it more. More diverse people in my opinion, somehow, considering they are basically the same people. I guess in vogueing in them finding themselves like how I’m finding myself. Guessing people can change over an extended summer or just the annoying ones not doing my course. Yea I feel like it would be better if they just stayed away from me.
Currently, all I know about myself while writing this is 1. I don't want to be a worm.
2. I want to be a college cat in my next life
3. COLLGE WILL BE BETTER THSN HIGHSCHOOL.
4. I don't like annoying school kids.
5. I’m someone with no set fashion sense, pescatarian, lesbian.
Yet, not closer to finding out who I am. I guess it takes more figuring out than a short essay on random topics to figure that out. Shame. Guess ill have to wait for college.
okay picture this- I say I love you, you respond with bible verses to send me back to whence I came, but bible verses dont work on demons dummy, so we end up making out on top of the pentagram
From cheerful to fricking dying from the inside (literally)
not sure why i drew these, something something brainstorming.
dont know, i forgor
Luna: alright, here is my $7.50, but I think you should know that the money is cursed.
Ginny & Ron: what?
Luna: Oh, I cursed it!
Hermione: and by that you mean..?
Luna: so bad things will happen to he who spends it
Harry: ah that’s alright, bad things happen to me anyway
here uhhh have smth i drew in august!!,, i like it so i wanna post it here too,,
The second secret santa gift I prepared this year, this was under my irl friend group. We were drawing each other as magical girls!
She’s Magical⭐Sprayer, with her weapon being an air gun that shoots any color - no . This is @ hello-my-name-is-bigos, check her out she’s got a super cool artstyle owo All the others are wrapped together in the collab pic here (<Me is on the very right) uwu
how many mushrooms could a microwave wave if a microwave could wave mushrooms
50
Don’t ask how I know but I know it’s 50
I hate when re-entering a fandom I was in and looking through fics again, but having one specific fic in mind and then never finding it! I’ve been looking for this fic on AO3 for almost two hours and I CANT FIND IT. ITS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT RN.
late night confidence boost, trying to make an actual oc ref for a vr model cause god forbid a man has a custom model without it being a $ex thing
Pov: you have to trace a literal skeleton and anatomy tutorial because anatomy is your worse enema, couldnt be me bro
G/T Fairytale
I'm currently writing this very elaborate g/t au fanfiction and I ended up making this as a sort of, fun exercise to get the plot down for the first act? Anyway, I turned it into a fairytale and it kinda works as a stand-alone thing, I like it a lot so I wanted to share it!
A Folktale for the Big and Small
Once, there was a young man in a world of giants.
Eager to search the world for what little adventure it might offer, he left his small town in hopes of bigger stories.
But in his search, rather than stories he found Massive, Vicious beasts. One such beast stole him away and locked him up in a tower so that he might never breathe free air again.
The young man, small as he was, passed many days and nights in the big bad man’s house, and feared that he was doomed to stay there forever. But, just when hope seemed at it’s lowest; The Big, Bad Giant’s sister helped the Young man escape.
Go, she told him. And may my evil brother never find you, she said, before helping the Young man into the bag of another visiting giant.
The sister had promised the young man that this giant would be good to him, kind and honest. But the young man, too troubled by his imprisonment of the big bad man, did not take her heed. He hid himself from this new giant, even as they left the Vicious man’s tower together.
Even as this new Giant brought them both to his home.
The young man snuck out of this Giant's bag and hid, hoping for the perfect moment to escape. But to his horror, this new house seemed just as much a cruel, locked-up tower as that of the Big Bad Giant’s,. There was no way he could escape!
Many days and nights he spent there, too, with no chance of escape. But in his stay here, this new Giant didn’t seem so bad. Not as bad as the Big Bad Man from before, at least.
He was clever, The young man could see when he watched the new giant talk to his giant friends. He was a talented cook, who loved to draw, and detested the rude. The young man rather liked this giant, he thought—brave and clever, never letting slip any discourtesy. Everything a gentleman should be.
As the young man stayed hidden in this new tower, over his many days and nights he began to grow attached to the place, to the New Giant. Eventually, he didn’t want to escape as much anymore, he even considered staying.
But the young man had grown complacent, clumsy even—leaving traces of his presence all over this new Giant’s house. And when the new giant finally realized what was going on, he was furious!
In a blind rage at such a discourtesy, at an unwelcome guest making a home in his house without so much as a word, he tore the tower apart to find this wrongdoer.
But the young man was still clever as ever, especially after all his years living with the big, bad, giant. He managed to escape the new giant’s grasp, even if by no more than a hair. When The New Giant had looked in all the places he could think to, checked every cranny and opened every nook, he gave up.
After all, he couldn’t continue to ruin his home all for one discourteous guest. Perhaps, with all this ruckus, the intruder had left and his search was fruitless after all..
But the young man had not left. He was frightened and reminded terribly of his old captor, but he could not leave even if he tried.
Still, the young man knew well that he had wronged this giant—-so he left him a note. Apologizing. Though he couldn’t leave his message without reprimanding the Giant for all of the hardship he had put the young man through—that was one dreadfully nasty fit of rage!
A little more sure in his ability, after evading the giant once, the young man grew more bold. He left traces behind, but in all the wrong places. He watched as the Giant tried and tried to find him—but he was always one step ahead.
This young man had been watching for so long, that he could imagine anything the giant might do, and soon enough even the giant realized it.
But the giant, the young man did not know, was lonely. Perhaps he had visitors, and perhaps he enjoyed their company, perhaps he had more people to converse with than he could ever wish for—but he was lonely.
His guests could never truly understand him. Could not see him. This young man, although it was hard to admit it, filled a hole in his heart that had been empty for many years. This trespasser, the young man, knew him. Saw him.
And before long, where once the Giant had been filled with fury for the young man, he found love for him.
He loved every clue. He loved every small, out-of-place book, every cup, pen or chess piece.
He loved it all.
Without ever once seeing his face, this new giant loved the small young man as much as one could possibly love another.
Eventually, the giant wondered if he stopped trying to hunt out the young man, if he would show himself. So he played along—He pulled the books open to his favorite parts, circled his favorite quotes. He filled the shifted cup with tea. Placed a blank sheet of paper beneath the discarded pen. Moved the next chess piece.
I am not angry, anymore, he tried so desperately to tell the young man. But he would not show himself.
Not after the big bad giant from before.
The young man liked the giant, he enjoyed quotes and the tea, he drew for the giant and played chess with him.
But he did not trust him.
One night, their dance was interrupted. A giant, sent by the Big, Bad, man from the young man’s past had arrived. He was there to take the Young man back.
He stormed their tower of books and tea and struck the young man’s giant, smashing in his legs and forcing him to the ground.
The young man watched in horror, for he did not know what to do. But, he could not simply sit back and let this life he had so happily made for himself go. He would not let the big, bad giant take his drawings and his chess pieces from him.
His giant lay on the floor, staring up at the intruder with wide, vicious eyes, fearful that these moments would be his last—but those eyes did not scare the young man. His viciousness did not faze him. They were his to protect.
With nothing more than a sewing needle, stolen from the Big Bad Giant a long, long time ago, the young man lept from the highest point in the tower he could find. With no small amount of strength or courage, the young man drove his blade into the back of the intruder’s neck, killing him instantly.
He and the intruder crumbled to the ground, a great, booming crash flooding the tower at their fall—but the giant, his giant, heard none of it.
All he could hear was his heart, beating in loud in his ears. Still too hurt to walk, the giant could do nothing but watch as his beloved guest fell, killed, and crumbled.
You are beautiful, he managed to tell the young man, who was suddenly closer than he had ever been before—within arms reach.
You are so beautiful. It was all he could say, because he’d never beheld so much beauty in so small a thing, in nothing larger either though.
The young man, after defending his giant with his life, finally came closer. Approached his host and wished to beg for forgiveness, but could not force the words out of himself.
Because he himself was too busy thinking about how beautiful the giant was. They met halfway, the Young man taking hold of the giant’s fingers and then realizing something very, very special indeed.
He loved the giant too, even if it would take a long, long time, before he could ever tell him.
~The End~
As it says, this was a request...but I definitely should have checked the account first so.. I might just not tag them... Maybe it's because I'm aroace and I avoid alot of shit, but idk lol
But I really like the art so here you guys go
WIP !!
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Several small children have appeared ! :0