An old screenshot of a forgotten Sonic movie I think. Maybe it’s some sort of old fan project or something. It looks really cool tho.

(Alts under the cut)

the way Percy believed Dionysus was his dad because he thought Gabe was his mom's type is sending me

I love this gay ass show with its literally life ending injuries that heal immediately, but only when convenient to the plot, and its ridiculous use of modern phrases, and its laughing in the face of historical accuracy, and its kissing the face of the fans instead of trying to outwit them, and the way everyone involved in the show seem to go 'I KNOW RIGHT! I'M EXCITED TOO!' instead of mocking the fans

Prompt 118

Everyone is freaking out. The titan tower was broken into, no signs of who it was, and Tim- Robin- is missing. There’s blood on the walls, taunting them, implying that Tim is going through agony, and they can’t deal with another dead Robin, they can’t- 

Meanwhile Tim is bemused, maybe a little concussed because that would explain things maybe, as he’s found himself in a living room full of books and there’s a pair of kids too? One is straight up adoption bait- wait no there’s three, with two of them being adoption bait and the third being a redhead. There’s a trio of small children there already playing by the couch he’s been bundled into. 

Where the heck is his mask- or his bo staff or any of his supplies- is that the fucking Red Hood?! No, couldn’t be, must be the concussion, because why would the Red Hood be feeding him a bowl of soup?

I have read Fellowship of the Ring more times than I have cared to keep count and every time I read Boromir’s, well, possession for lack of a better word, I have read it in fear, in discomfort, in horror, indifferently.

This was, I think, the first time I read it in pity. I looked at all the plans Boromir was making, how he would save his beloved city, how obstinate he was in his belief that the men of Minas Tirith would not be corrupted when wielding the Ring against Sauron —and I felt sad. He’s waving his hands and hollering and part of him is desperate just for the Ring, of course he is, he’s been traveling beside it with no hope for months, but he’s also desperate for hope. He’s desperate for a chance to save his people, save his brother, save his city.

Moreover, every time he calls out the Elves or the Wizards, you have to remember that he doesn’t know them. All he knows is that he traveled almost a full year to get their advice and they send him on, in his eyes, a hopeless venture. The one hope they give him is Aragorn, who promises to return and help save Minas Tirith with him, but even that all changes once Gandalf dies. They come to Lothlorien and of course it’s a welcome break, but they cannot, or maybe in Boromir’s eyes will not, help his people. And once they leave, Aragorn assumes his role as leader of the Fellowship in Gandalf’s stead more permanently and suddenly even that one, brief, uncertain hope of his is gone. Aragorn will follow Frodo. And it’s almost certain that Frodo will not go to Minas Tirith.

So is it any wonder, really, that tired, desperate, hopeless Boromir, out of his realm, out of his depth, already hanging by a thread when he joins the Fellowship and having been gnawed on by the Ring for months upon months afterwards, finally snaps once it’s clear that he will have to return home empty-handed and almost certain that somewhere far away Sauron is capturing the Ring and killing the companions that he had bonded with? Of course part of the Ring is making him lust for power, but it’s also his only “reliable” (in his mind) source of hope left to save his city.

And so I read Boromir’s (intelligent and thought out, mind you) raving and I don’t feel scared for Frodo, not after reading it so many times and knowing what ultimately happens, but sorrow for Boromir.

I get why people see Shifting Mound and the Princess, per se, as separate entities, but I just can’t agree lmao

Specifically, the default Princess, the one you meet at the cabin. She’s full of possibilities, facet so malleable you can see it changing it even on Chapter 1.

To me, that’s Shifting Mound at her core. Possibilities personified, incredibly malleable, well-spoken even when unsure of her own nature. That’s her core, no wonder she becomes the heart by the end of it, she was always what held Shifting Mound together. That’s why constantly refusing to even interact with her makes Shifty fall apart.

She’s nothing without your perception, and she can only be perceived through her core.

As for the hands at the edges? Those are simply scattered thoughts (unilluminated and without a form to take hold of), they only become Shifting Mound once they have a vessel to speak through. Without the vessels, they remain incomplete. Possibilities of everything she could be left to wander aimless.

You can’t separate Shifting Mound from the Princess because the Princess is a part of Shifting Mound and a part of Shifting Mound is the Princess.

finally my obsession with zoot suits becomes useful

asoiaf twitter is so cool you can say 'I think the way you guys talk about gnc women is kinda weird can you maybe stop that' and you'll get people calling you a freak and a bitch

He was about to kill you, Lex. Or divulge something you didn't want me to know.

— SMALLVILLE, "Forever" (4.21)

+ bonus from "Arctic" (7.20):

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

"She's so charmin', y'know! She's just so--"

So, I smoked a new Placidusax idea...

Alright so uh... I've noticed at some point during that battle that Placidusax looked like he (?) had severed heads: three severed and two still remaining! It made me recall that there are also exactly three other -sax dragons in the story (Fortissax, Lansseax and Gransax). So like, what if these three dragons somehow grew up/evolved from these severed heads? BUT but but!!!! Turned out that a certain discovery from Zullie can explain even more on this:

(In this ( x ) Tweet)

So, guuuyyyys? We have: 1) Placidusax currently has two heads remaining, male and female one 2) Male heads are bigger than female ones 3) Original look suggests three female heads and two male heads 4) Gransax is bigger and we know is male 5) Lansseax is female and is a sister of Fortissax whose gender isn't stated

So based on this, I think that Fortissax would be female! And I think the idea about these other three -sax dragons somehow existing from the severed heads of Placidusax might work, at least the numbers and internal filenames fall into place 🤔

At all times I am shaking with the need to see Vulcan plants, like, in order to sustain a vegetarian diet for every member of their species the plants have to be bountiful, but also, pretty much all of Vulcan is a desert, right? so it’s desert plants, and I just want to see some funky alien desert plants please please please please please pl-

halloween thing i drew for an art trade with @cherry-207 ! she asked for edgar and scri dressed as angel and devil . you can see her part here !

edgar vargas belongs to jhonen vasquez

scriabin belongs to @zarla-s

My doctor: Hey yeah that's not normal I don't think it's an issue with your hip

Me: Oh?

My doctor: It's an issue with your spine

Me: OH

hey lol *pmmms your 2wink*