sorry thought about equestria girls again *sighs longingly* <- thinking abt the alternate universe where they let the eq girls have natural skin tones

watching fnaf with the gang and they’re gonna have to deal with my autistic ass

homogenising something that has always been inherently diverse will kill us all one day.

Netflix removing the sexism from sokkas character because they though it was an issue of the show instead of a mindset that sokka eventually grew out of and from which his character arc started proves that these live action Netflix adaptations do not prioritise actual characterisation and instead only work towards producing easily consumable and bland adaptations that will give them the biggest revenue.

Yes this includes the one piece live action show as well.

the sheer amount of angst potential in carmen sandiego is INSANE

like. they’re fighting against a criminal organization that is so secret and covert, literally nobody knows about it (except ACME but they’ve been trying to find them for 20 years and turned up with nothing, so without Carmen’s intervention they probably never would have defeated them), but its roots are in LITERALLY every country. there are canonically VILE operatives that run nations and supercompanies. like. when you really get into it, VILE is ASTRONOMICALLY powerful. and the only people who both know about it and can actively fight against it are a handful of teenagers.

also like. the mindwiping thing??!!? it’s a kid’s show so it wasn’t really explored in depth but the implications are HORRIFYING. if they can wipe someone’s mind, they can completely rewrite a personality, or create sleeper agents left and right. they could kidnap random people off the streets, brainwash them, and then have an army of drones with the drop of a keyword. they manipulate and train their operatives to steal and kill without remorse or hesitation, and honestly the only reason why all the main characters made it through the show alive and unscathed was because of the rating because if it was a tv-14 or tv-ma rating, there’s no way everyone would have survived that shit

I have a rich inner world abt both iterations of Miguel and the relationship to fatherhood <- literally just hc

i hate my town i hate the people in it i hate the shame that consumes us all i hate that every failure might as well be posted in the square because everyone knows everyone i hate that my grandparents are here and i hate that my mother came back for them i hate that the kids are dying and no one cares i hate that every good memory has a bad memory right next door like sam's house around the corner from my childhood home i hate the body they pulled from the river i hate the memory of hearing yellow by coldplay at my cousin's funeral because all i could think was that it was too modern for the situation but then he was only seventeen so it makes sense i hate that i was seventeen too and all the boys i knew were there his friends that were supposed to be the tough guys the scary guys i hate that i pretended not to see them sobbing i hate that everything smells of cigarettes here i hate the politics i hate the people i used to love that dont even smile at me on the street i hate that the girl who called me a slut works at my favourite bar i hate every alley and hidden shortcut and i hate that i know them like the back of my hand i hate the same fucking coffee shops i sat in when i was fourteen and scared and now im nineteen and scared and i hate that it's exactly what this town wants i hate that it wants anger i hate that it wants fear i hate that it wants shame i hate that i can give it everything

rough idea. the beholder deliberately dreamed up a detached little slice of existence bc it never put much stock into the typical code of eldritch beasties (dreamed realities heretical bc they are viewed as attempting to escape the reality of the existence dragons rot even as it slowly kills them all) and it slowly fade out over a couple of centuries after its death. jane sometimes manages to wander into it while staying over at the falwell family home later on in his life and gets to hang out with the weird imprint of barenville falwell resulting from the beholders constant wistful reminiscing over his company

lol my mother just told me that if i killed myself she’d book a holiday to darwin to celebrate

Here's a simple art of Zhao turning his back to Ozai scene.

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/108411738

This was meant to be posted together with it's parallel scene because *insert "poetic cinema" meme* but due to reasons I don't believe I'd be able to finish the other piece any time soon.

Also revisiting the chapter made me realize Ozai's hair should look more disbehaved than that. 😂

OOOOOOH, DANG!

That's one hell of a portrayal of that scene, love the way you worked with the lighting, makes it feel very dramatic (and it was indeed very dramatic, haha). And maybe Ozai's hair could be messier, but that it's messy altogether is VERY rare in Diva Lord x'D so I think his chaotic state of mind at this stage is conveyed perfectly here!

I'm really loving your Ozai art <3 his character arc in Part 3 is a rollercoaster that evokes sooo many fucked up emotions in me every single time I have to write him, as it should be when writing a guy like him, I'd dare say. He's complicated, he's messy, and I really thrive in portraying that because of how much work you can get done with a character like this. Seeing you making so much art about him really makes me think he's hitting the right spot as a complicated & complex character for more people than just myself, and nothing makes a writer happier than evoking other people's creations with their work! Thank you very much!!! <3

u know i don’t think there’s a single part of me that’s untouched by trauma. like omfg me jokingly saying i wouldn’t get married unless it was at a gas station is literally bc the one time i saw my mom happy it was at a gas station with her fiancé a couple months before everything crashed + burned. the reason i don’t wanna date until i���m like 40 is because i want to prove to myself that i could fix someone before they lose all hope like my mom did. i’m so fucking transparent. i bet u could ask me why i do anything + i would legitimately have a real fucking reason for it.

(personal vent about my sack of shit father ruining christmas again)

me, my fathers only "daughter"/child:

helps my grandmother for weeks to prepare for his christmas party that neither of us wanted (he goes way over the top. invites his friends that are all loud drunks. cooks food we don't like. keeps the whole house up partying into the early hours of the morning. makes a mess and refuses to clean up after himself. doesn't spend time with us and instead hangs out with his friends, even for family holidays and events. etc.

me and my grandmother are disabled, constantly in pain/have stomach issues, and generally just want to be left on our own for holidays, so the whole event is just awful for us)

has been up since 6* in the morning, continuing to prepare for his party so he doesn't throw a hissy fit, running on only a few hours of sleep*, running around from store to store, cleaning, cooking, decoaring, etc.

spends hours trying to wake him up.

after doing everything I am capable of skill/strength wise, I took a two hour power nap before guests come.

helps serve dinner, makes drinks, fulfills every task my father gives me to maintain the delicate peace in the household, cause my grandmother wants to murder him*.

does all of this with no complaint.

my father:

promises his full and undivided attention and help the day before the party (this is the only day he's offered the slightest help outside of making a huge dinner no one but he and his friends wanted), he then breaks this promise, does nothing, delegates every task my grandmother has given him to me, and then leaves at 6 at night to go party, ignoring the amount of cooking he needs to finish.

doesn't come home for almost 12 hours (he came home at 6am), waking me up*, sleeps till 1, leaving me and my gradnmother do 90% of the things that needed to be done today (as his guests are coming at 4).

invites more friends than he originally told us about, ditching us after dinner (which we served) to go hang out outside and blast music so loud it shakes the house.

and then complains that I "slept all day" and "did nothing" so now I need to clean the whole kitchen and all the dishes of over 15 guests, not him, the reason there's such a mess to clean.

he continues to demand this even after something he cooks, knowing I hate it and it makes me feel ill, and stinks up the whole kitchen, making me go lie down because it made me nauseous and gave me a migraine.

I then get to spend the rest of my christmas eve cleaning, doing dishes, while barely holding back tears.

thanks dad, for ruining an already awful christmas, you fucking asshole.

i stopped watching the 5th live because i think the dvd cut of it sucks but i certainly don’t remember why i think that way after years of not watching it lol

anyway guess who fell in love with the bat seiyuu all over again watching the raw livestream version of the 5th live LMAO

some days you really just want to scream why is this so hard!!!!!! why is life so hard for me!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m suppose to paint but my moral is so low right now…

anonymous &&. said... Balladeer vs Wanderer hand to hand battle when-

❝  anytime,  anyplace.  ❞  paradoxes  permitting.  ❝  i would  welcome  the  chance  to  knock  myself  down  a  peg.  maybe  even  knock  a  few  teeth  out  while  i'm  at  it;  they  grow  back.  ❞