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Honest OP.
Honestly love the way they basically stylize (darken) the shadows on his face just to get that extra oomph in. Just to show how much this is effecting and means to Shadow. It really makes it as clear as day to the viewer the sense of dread he feels. And that ear droop?! The hand reaching out and dropping when he realizes he can’t help Sonic… and you can see his eyes watching Sonic as he falls, and *ahem* pause right here and- you get the idea. But that full body sigh of shock, that loss of breath, you can see every part of him is affected by it.
Chefs kiss.
Never going to get over this moment of weakness from Shadow, NEVER.
"we can talk this out, right? gimme a chance to explain myself, and if you still think i deserve it... you can shatter my soul. i gave that to you a long time ago. so c'mere..."
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[when ur in a BAD TIMEline and ur boyfriend is sus.]
[and also your name is Snyk.]
She tensed with a bit of surprise at how he snapped at her. Yes of course she knew she wasn't exactly being reasonable at something that was supposed to terrify her. Blizzard really couldn't help it.
Taking a small glance around without fully looking at him, "um," she kept her voice low so as to not hurt his ears again, "I apologize for-" she looked back at him as she tried to figure what to say, lots of ums and ahs as she tried to catch up with her mind, "-for. . . Not worrying about myself?"
She flashed a small awkward smile to him, pressing her fingers together, twirling them around as she kept her attention on him. Once he slowly started to uncover his ears, she perked up to attention. Still sitting there waiting for him to say something. Slightly tilting her head as she looked at him.
That was when he attacked. Almost fully jumping out of her skin, falling back slightly as he held onto her arms in such a tight grip she couldn't even imagine. In that instance her mind told her to run, her skin was easy to pierce into. The blood already dripping out from her neck. She took in a sharp breath trying not to just completely panic, panicking even in a life or death situation would get her nowhere.
Even though it went against almost all rational thoughts, she steadied her breath and closed her eyes. Tilting her head to the side to let the vampire drink from her neck.
⚰️ for a starter where my muse turns your muse into a vampire
"What a shame, that door is locked...!"
Sorry, Blizzard, your attempt to just find your way back out, testing random doors, proved a failure, as the occupant of this abandoned mansion has been silently following you from the shadows, and has now decided to reveal himself, after silently approaching! While startling due to the sudden and unexpected speech, it's a rather high voice, isn't it? Either a child or a deeper-voiced woman. It seems to come from lower behind her, too...
Were Blizzard to turn around, she'd find... he's... awfully tiny, isn't he?! That cape dwarfs him and looks like it would constantly get caught underfoot were he not wearing heels to elevate him and keep his cape just above treading range...
Despite all that, he looks smug and quite proud of himself for securing prey! (He hardly did, though...? She kind of just stumbled in by sheer luck, fortunate for him, unfortunate for her...?)
But, would she just be prey? It almost seems too bad, she was fun to watch, wandering the mansion, that almost felt like ending it too quickly...
After his unnecessary taunting (probably emboldened by the fact she's trapped here with him), he'll immediately turn into... a Swoobat (albeit one with a slightly more human face, with dirty blonde her, grey eyes, but sporting the upturned fangs, ears, and heart-nose of a Swoobat!) to fly up to try and bite her neck.
arcana twlight inktober day 10: Mana (lol idk what this one is but I just kept thinking of those neuron diagrams when I think about how mana is supposed to work)
Sometimes I think my therapist was very wrong and I do, in fact, have ADHD and maybe knowing that fact for certain and getting access to ways to manage it would help a lot actually.
"Oh *****'s such a gifted child, she's very smart and answers all the teacher's questions. There's no way something could possibly be different about her!"
Then the years go by and I get worse and worse in class as teachers start assigning homework and projects but it can't be any sort of neurodivergence because '***** was always such a smart child, she's clearly just not putting in the effort anymore.'
I barely take care of myself because doing things like brushing my teeth or taking a shower or cleaning my room don't... Make me feel accomplished in any way, they just make me feel like I wasted my time and now my mouth tastes like mint and I can't eat or I'm all cold and wet or my stuff is just going to get taken back out anyway. It's probably depression or an anxiety disorder, let's give her some medicine for that.
The medicine helps me with some mild mood swings, but those become a non-issue when I'm out of school and the effort put in driving to the pharmacy and refilling my prescription just isn't worth it anymore.
I should probably go to the doctor, the dentist, the optometrist, but I really don't feel like scheduling an appointment right now, it can wait until my schedule's more free. Then my schedule gets more free and I forget because I always do unless the problem is right in front of me. There's a crack in the ceiling of my room that I should probably tell my parents about but I kept forgetting until my dad walked into my room and saw the crack himself.
Is something wrong with me? Or am I just lazy?
My therapist was probably right. I don't have ADHD, I'm just not putting in the effort.
Things have happened.
Just as they always will.
Things have died.
Simply from being alive.
Things have made you smile.
Same as I wish I could.
Things have made me cry.
And if I were dry wood-
I'd burn and burn and burn...
But I am not who I should-
Be, I am someone who is
Melting, maybe?
Things are spilt into pieces
Myself am barely different-
Still talking to no-one
But myself.
I think that when I do that-
I half-become somebody else.
That half is my other self
She doesn't get lost transition-
She isn't even awake.
She's sleeping- no
Dreaming
With moldy melatonin
Not doing much to keep her awake.
Things have faded.
Like old photographs-
I've never seen any.
This is the digital age-
With no more pictures of somber faces
Being plastered to the page.
Things.
...
Things have looked up-
And seen the sun
But some
Things have gone down hill-
And landed in a rut
But both of 'em
Have left me
So that I'm somewhere in between
Maybe there was a ledge I stopped on!
Or a tree in a forest green-
Did they undergrowth stop me?
I think it must've hurt-
I mean-
I'm covered in scratches
But they're from a cat.
It doesn't matter.
I mean-its just that...
"Things have died"
From being a runt-
From being too young-
From eating her litter-
Man, crying is fun.
Five months(by estimation)
Three(months by knowledge)
And 15 years-
But by then
It's all the same-
They're all:
Dead
Dead
Dead
...
Things have been...
Inconclusive.
I read somewhere that its common in Arab culture to refer to someone close to you as your organs, implying you can’t live without them. Like in english we’d say “my heart” (qalbi) In Arabic someone would also use “my liver” (kabidi) “my lungs” (riati). Notably, “my blood” is “Dami” which is funny bc it’s Damian’s shortened nickname.
Damian’s brothers have been using the nickname for years with or without knowing. I propose that as Damian gets closer to them, and tim in particular, he responds in kind.
He refers to Tim as “tuhali.”
…it means “my spleen.”
Holy fuck. I’m aroace and haven’t had this experience (thank god I wasn’t online much as a teen), but that might have been because as part of a non-disordered System* most people who knew about my sexuality (or lack thereof), knew about me as distinct from my Headmate, and thus already had a socially acceptable reason to hate me.
My sister is bi and identified as lesbian for a long time, but our family and friends have been accepting, so she didn’t face much homophobia. A few years ago she said that maybe she shouldn’t be allowed at pride events, because “it’s not like she suffered for it.” Like, no???? No! I’m not accepting the idea that you have to meet a certain level of trauma to be queer. Most LGBT+ people not having queerness-related problems is kinda the goal here? And when people talk about their issues, you don’t say “your issues aren’t big enough.” Telling people they’re not hurt enough to join doesn’t keep your community safe, it just fucks people up.
*If you’re curious: we don’t know for sure why we’re Plural and if it was caused by trauma or not, and our experience doesn’t seem to fit with DID or any diagnosis we’ve heard of, but it’s pretty goddamn clear to us and almost everyone we’re close with that we’re distinct selves and Not Singlet. We have a few mental health issues, but we don’t think being a “we” is one of them.
idk can we stop…treating a.ce disc.ourse like it’s some haha funney cringe compilation or whatever the fuck because it fucking destroyed the entire ace and aro communities. there is no solid aspec community on tumblr anymore (which was by far the biggest number of aspec ppl). exclusionists took our community and fucking smashed it to pieces and y'all treat it as this fucking stupid joke when they traumatized, gaslit, and abused an entire group of queer people back into the closet. fuck every single person who doesn’t take that seriously.
WHO IS THIS???? WEEPING ANGEL, DR WHO REFERENCE AYO??
BRO FINALLY SOMEONE DECIDED TO MAKE A CASINO/MOBSTER AU
I was literally gonna write out the story myself when I wasn’t feeling so damn lazy
(Read a few chapters of a fanfic made by @gothicthundra , forgot its name, but Drakkens father was part of a mafia or maybe successful business)
Rewriting history in the 1920's
Been listening to Alice Francis' - St James Ballroom, Shoot him down and The Correspondents' - Fear & Delight on repeat and my gosh, I've been wanting to draw 1920's inspired Drakgo for along time now! I intended for this to be a joker card of a full set of Kim Possible playing cards (@creatorping pointed out that Kim would make a great King, Monique a Queen, Ron the Jack (of all trades) and I think Wade as an Ace) but it's a bit too ambitious to fully shade all those cards as well, maybe I do it in the future but for now nope. Special thanks to my BF for knowing a shit-ton about weaponry and telling me what would suit the best. Got an entire list but I went in the end with Tommy gun. I'm not that good at drawing them tho :')
It’s also seen in other buildings in the background of hell, so the buildings might actually be sentient in the Pride Ring as seen in EP 6, and definitely other episodes.
I know that it's probably just a background detail and may not hold any relevance...
But those three eyes in the back...Maybe its because of the lining, but it makes the eyes look sad in a way...
If the hotel held some level of sentience, its like what was left of it was mourning the loss as well...
Either that’s a normally deer or that’s a half formed Wendigo lol
Some deer and... creature??? on my dad's camras! They be spooking!
Creepy lil creatures...
Family does not end with blood. Cas, Dean, Sam, Jack and everyone else deserved better.
Dean had been destroyed and re-imagined.
Sam got a disrespectful, hollow ending, also being deconstructed and changed along the way.
Cas and Jack not only forgotten by the creators, but erased.
It is like watching Crowley stop being himself all over again, but in 1 or 2 episodes. So disturbing and wrong.
Not even one of them got out unscathed.
And the best part? I still can see it. I still can understand what all of that means and I can respect the idea behind it. Author's view etc etc. But only if we are looking at the episodes apart from the rest of the show.
Then. Then it is completely and utterly disrespectful to fans, to characters, to actors, hell, to anyone invested.
They did that to Lucifer. Then to Crowley. Then to Gabriel. And now they had an audacity to do that to. Every. Main. Character. Remaining.
HOW. DARE. THEY.
I’m done keeping my composure.
Sorry, this will be a LOADED post! (And I’ll be repeating the points others have made)
for real, to everyone being nasty and telling heartbroken fans that “Dean was always supposed to die get a grip you’re just butthurt etcetera etcetera—” F you royally.
How dare you police the brutal feelings that’s been embroiling us since the Finale That Must Not Be Named aired.
The show you think you all watched, the show you all believe was the same SPN from Season 1-4, changed at some point. Kripke wrote his original vision, put it to screen, saw it through in S5 as he intended, and closed the door on that era.
In 2008, Supernatural was adopted and inherited. As you know, there was a supreme paradigm shift post-Kripke era. The show FLOURISHED (we won’t talk about Gamble thanks). It evolved, transformed, grew beyond trauma-induced self-worthlessness and toxic masculinity and endless death and hegemonic social ideals and conservatism and repressive anti-revolutionary ideas. Castiel, the iconic favourite and beloved staple of the series portrayed by Misha Collins, was introduced in Season 4 as the core lead character, and he ushered in a brand new era of Christian mythos that SPN took advantage of. Longevity SKYROCKETED. Audiences were INTERESTED. SPN amassed an incredibly groundbreaking fanbase infused by non-nuclear principles. A massive subversive wave began, fighting the Status Quo of the times since 2008. It’s precisely why such an abysmal ending to a show of extensive Freud-Jungian metanarratively meta META complex stature and social POWER will render us totally and unbearably broken for years to come.
Point is, DEAN WINCHESTER NO LONGER WANTED TO DIE. HE WANTED TO LIVE. HE WANTED TO SIT ON THE BEACH, PLUNGE HIS TOES IN THE SAND, AND SIP UMBRELLA DRINKS WITH HIS BROTHER AND HIS BEST FRIEND. He said this in Season 13. And then, a season later, he told the ghost of his long-deceased father — the source of his deep-running trauma and the figure of self-reductive authoritarianism permeating his arc since Season 1 — after being questioned why he didn’t pursue the Nuclear Fam, that he already has his own: his brother Sam, his adopted child Jack, and Cas.
Dean’s best friend Cas. Oh god, Cas, who made his inevitably permanent mark on Dean’s soul beyond allyship. Castiel, renamed to Cas, God’s -iel removed by Dean. Dean, the human spark that lit the fire of pre-existing autonomy in the inherently rebellious angel who was, this entire time, the catalyst for free will in God The Writer’s puppet show. Their friendship set on goddamn fire. I can also write paragraph upon paragraph about my love for Cas while devastated tears stream down my face, but I digress—
Cas’ romantic love for Dean pushed our main Heart of SPN to love himself. Love is free will. Free will is also love. Of note, Cas’ love confession in 15x18 was supposed to offset something so vastly important and fundamental…to maybe (read: most likely) pull the trigger on SELF-TRUTHS in conjunction with free will. And The Great Anticipated Follow-Up to the episode penned by the passionate Berens should have included (read: seemed like it was going to be) Dean, closeted trauma survivor in love with his best friend, being given the opportunity to do it right: to SPEAK HIS TRUTH, and then that very singular opportunity was STOLEN so grossly. After poring over it for days, I refuse to believe we made their years-long story up out of thin air, spun it out of fantastical-delusional dream cotton candy, because we DIDN’T. IT WAS REAL.
As I said in another post: “I’ve just been feeling physically ill for the past >40 something hours with the terrible knowledge that 19/20 undid years of vital progression towards healthy interdependence, autonomy, and a positive endgame, where Sam, Dean and Cas close the ring of found family in final empowering self-fulfillment…where Dean, no longer repressed and set free, is able to use his words and speak his truth as a queercoded trauma survivor, henceforth confirming and self-affirming his own bisexuality since S1 by reciprocating — by telling Cas that he always loved him, too, loved him endlessly, which would have altogether divested Supernatural of its cult status and catapulted it into global worldwide significance as the longest running sci-fi genre show in American broadcasting history that actually dared to defy and, by proxy, empower LGBTQ2IA+ everywhere who found profound personal meaning in Destiel through VALIDATION,” — found themselves mirrored in Dean and Cas’ respective character journeys individually and as each other’s queer love interests.
THIS IS WHY DEAN WASN’T MEANT TO DIE.
THEY WERE SO ESSENTIAL, NOT JUST TO THE OVERARCHING STORY AND HEALTHY INTERPERSONAL THEMATICS OF MODERN SPN, BUT ALSO TO THE SOULS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE ACROSS THE WORLD WHO FOLLOWED THEIR JOURNEYS, HOPED FOR THEM, ASPIRED TO BE LIKE THEM, TREASURED THEM, WEEPED FOR THEM, AND FOUGHT FOR THEM, LIKE YOU AND ME.
Heck, how could anyone think Sam Winchester had a well-deserved characteristic ending? He didn’t. Dean’s brother was shafted so badly. He stopped hunting when seasons ago, he had canonically accepted that he no longer wanted an apple pie life. He simply…turned the lights off in a resoundingly empty bunker and left — abandoning his dead brother’s room — never to return (he did return later to get the Impala, family photos etc, I mean this symbolically)…as if — dare I say it — Supernatural itself eerily told us, in the negative-spaced pitch blackness, that the organic show and the wonderfully complex, matured characters we’ve grown to love weren’t going to survive or be revisited…that it was all going to perish, and that they no longer gave a single shit about their own show, which, to me, is the worst cardinal sin, because how dare they throw Team Free Will, an immovable and indomitable and passionate found family they built from the ground up, a found family CHOCK FULL TO THE BRIM OF LOVE AND LIFE RAGING AGAINST THE AUTHORITARIAN MACHINE IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE FREE WILL, under the bus no matter who is to blame. Growth was stomped on.
Then Sam married a faceless wife who wasn’t his textually established (and deaf) love interest Eileen, named his son Dean Jr., and grew old miserably, still mourning the passing of his older brother, shaken and sombre. Back to square one. IT WAS ALL ANTITHETICAL, even OUTSIDE a shipping context, and I ripped my hair out at this point in sheer disbelief.
This 15x20 ending would have fit somewhere between S4-7. Now? IT DOESN’T FIT. IT’S A JAGGED PUZZLE PIECE THAT DOESN’T BELONG ANYWHERE. IT’S THE FOREBODING UNKNOWN STRANGER IN ITS OWN LAND, BOTH LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY. This kind of ending was basically an illogical, unsound cluster of metastasized cells that, to me, ruined the viability of previous seasons to sustain bold praise and respect and dignity and rewatches and classic nostalgia in such insidious ways.
Dean Humanity Winchester and Cas, after everything they’ve been through, were silenced and lost in death, ripped apart from each other, unable to love each other the way they deserved, because of disappointing, vile incompetency and homophobia. The greatest love story ever told, again obliterated in less than 60 hollow minutes.
You know what this tells your audience, CW SPN? Death without self-growth is the way to go, and no one is allowed to forge their own path to freedom.
HOW INSULTINGLY HARMFUL IS THAT?
I don’t think I’ll ever stop grieving.
We all deserve answers.
Anyone else getting absurd amounts of transformers content on their feed??
I don't follow anything to do with transformers or even like transformers so why???
I know there was a movie out recently but again I have nothing to do with transformers
🩷+💙
Beholdings special little boy
Hehe, um, I swear I can explain-
here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of
People are judged by physical traits and I can't get over that
Not in the blackpilled-incel-grr-women-will-never-fuck-me way, I mean, in general, you're truly limited by your physical appearance and physical traits
There is simply nothing you can do to remove those traits from people's perception of you without being in a situation in which they are entirely removed in the first place -- e.g., posting anonymously on the internet
Even on the internet, you can see how people's perception of each other shifts based on what information they have on how they are physically in real life ("oh, that person is probably white," or, "oh, that person is probably a 40 year old man," or, "oh, that person is probably trans")
I've been guilty of this too, but it's kind of insane
how much of a sin it is to simply have a certain body, to have certain genetics, to look a certain way
I even see this in LGBT spaces to an extent
People going for "masc"/"fem" looks and wondering why they don't pull it off
Because you lack the physical traits associated with the look you're going for. that's it. that's what people are judging you by.
Trans people being obsessed with "passing"
again, it's about these arbitrary physical traits associated with the gender you're transitioning to
it's endless
it's literally just how we are as a species
what was that study?
we judge people within 5 seconds of meeting them?
how do you judge a person that quickly without basing it on entirely off of their physical characteristics?
you don't
even things like how they carry themself are arguably physical characteristics and don't tell that much about personality or how they think or what they've done in life
that's all
we're obsessed with looks and aesthetics as a species and that's not changing
it kind of makes me feel a bit unironically transhumanist at times
or even thinking that something like people opting in to an ideal simulation with other people would be kind of a good idea
but until all physical characteristics are choices for people in some way we're always going to have this problem because humans have brains that specialize in pattern recognition
Thoughts
We are so involved into League of Legends, never had I felt so much rage in my existence. Anyways, someone tell me to shut up about League or else that’ll be the next new thing to add onto our list of things to not shut up about. Also, if I hear another clip of “Writing on the wall” one more time I am going to haunt someone and steal their socks. One more thing to add, I am stressed beyond repair so yeah…life is great and our posting will exponentially decline as well as our mental health. If we become radio silent again, apologies -Kaveh
(If anyone asks if I’m okay, it’s an automatic yes.)
Experimenting with colors yipeee
wanted to do hollow knight art cause I havent drawn em for a while :3
Is it just me or could these two:
(Miles Teller and Milo Manheim)
Play brothers in a movie.
Ready As I'll Ever Be
Ok, I'll be honest... I was deathly afraid, I would butchered Varian when drawing this but I actually love how he turned out... This is my first time drawing him since I don't watch the TV show. Though I might for this dork
@sallychoasaura Accept this art piece while I go rest
Version one <3
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Version two <3
Wing flapping, tail wagging, or something of the sort would be a wonderful stim, btw