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“Arthur can totally dress himself he’s just spoiled” why are you giving him that much credit
#no but seriously#this bitch has every symptom#being able to consistently dress independently would genuinely be a miricle at this point#he has constant meltdowns easily manipulated anger issues#admits that Merlin is his ONE AND ONLY FREIND#so that’s definitely a social deficit if I’ve ever seen one#he’s dumb as a tone of bricks and I can say that bc I am also#and noble insest WAS THE NORM.#you wanna know why king George lost amercia?#HIS BRAIN WAS FUCKED UP. HIS GENES WERE FUXKED UP#but like#anyways#key word constantly dressings himself#bc every disabled person will tell you that abilities are such a spectrum#back when I couldn’t dress myself it fluxuated wether I could or couldn’t and to what degree until i eventually couldn’t do it at all#also arthur can technically do it#but rare times and even when he does it’s shit#sometimes doing a task is technically possible but it takes 25 years off your life#bc of stress and just. god it’s so complicated and overwhelming#and even if you DO it it’s not even worth it#bc it’s shit#I will die on this hill btw#from my own little galaxy world#merlin#bbc merlin#merlin bbc
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Voting for the human sacrifice wizard because he would never human sacrifice me
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Magicians Don't Need Superheros
Welcome to a random idea I had of Marvin's moment of entering 'the real world' as an Ego and Jackie is the one in charge of getting him and bringing him to where the others live
Little did Jackie know how difficult doing that task would be
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Magicians Don't Need Superheros
Marvin gasped as his entire being was yanked into reality. His existence felt wrong, yet he still belonged to it at the same time. It was a weird itch of sorts inside of him, one that couldn’t be scratched but that feeling slowly soothed itself as he adjusted into his...form? That was a weird thought to have.
“Where am I?” Marvin asked the air as he looked around. He was on the roof of a building, the sounds of traffic giving him a clue that it was a city, and as he neared the edge, he saw a stunning display of bright lights and colors.
“We’re not in Kansas anymore.” A sudden voice and laugh made Marvin flinch, turn, and hold up a glowing hand as a threat.
“Who are you?” Marvin glared at the stranger.
“Jackieboyman!” The stranger answered with a way too bright and cheery smile. “Or Jackie or Jackie space Boimen when I gotta be like a person. Well, the ‘space’ isn’t part of that name, it means that it’s two different words. But everyone just calls me Jackie.” The man, Jackie, spoke a lot with his hands.
“You sound like an off-brand superhero put on the cover of cheap cereal boxes.” Marvin huffed, not in the mood to deal with this. He lowered his hand and started walking to the center of the roof, needing space to use some magic to find his location.
“Give me more credit than that. I can actually lift a car and stuff. You should see me run. I’m like if Flash and Superman had a child.” Jackie did some poses while he followed Marvin.
“Personal bubble.” Marvin waved Jackie away when he started nearing him. “I need at least sixty feet.”
“I don’t think the roof is that big.” Jackie hummed as if he was trying to measure the roof in his head.
“Then jump.” Marvin rolled his eyes. “If you’re a superhero, then you’ll be fine.”
“You’re right. I can totally do that, but like, you gotta come with me.” Jackie laughed as he rubbed the back of his head.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Marvin tried to shut out Jackie as he inhaled, channeling his magic and reaching out to-
“But I was sent to get you so you don’t blow anything up or blow yourself up or blow other people up and, there is a lot of blowing up in those worries. Although, I’m kind of the one to blame for that. You should have seen me when I first arrived. I had no idea-”
“Would you shut up?” Marvin scrunched his face, finding it really hard to concentrate with Jackie’s ramblings. He then paused when he properly registered the things Jackie had been saying. “When you first arrived?”
“Yeah! I showed up in one of those like big parking lot things and I panicked and tried to use the elevator but I hit it too hard and broke the summon button thing and then I broke the door when trying to use the fire exit and the alarm was so loud and when I tried to turn it off, I broke that and it sparked and then things went on fire and-” Jackie’s long-winded explanation was cut short by Marvin slapping a hand over his mouth.
“I need you to shorten your answers to a max of two sentences, you’re giving me a headache.” Marvin used his other hand to rub at his temple. “Oh, my God!” He shouted and pulled his hand away. “Did you lick me!?”
“It worked.” Jackie casually shrugged.
“Whatever, moving past that.” Marvin wiped his palm on his pants. “You arrived like I did? Just out of nowhere popping up in a new location?”
“Yep! We all did.”
“We?”
“All the Septiceyes and Ipliers and-”
“I beg your pardon? What kind of names are those?”
“It’s what we are. Me and you and the others at the House are Septiceyes. We’re Egos.” Jackie looked proud, chest puffed out and everything while Marvin stared at him like he’d grown a second head.
“I have to be dreaming or hallucinating or something.” Marvin groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. “Maybe I drank too much melatonin tea, and this is my consequence.”
“If it makes you feel better it took all of us time to adjust to this. It’s like really complicated. We’ve got one super smart guy that gets it, and he tries to explain it, but it’s filled with a lot of mega-big words and fancy science stuff that the literal robot-dudes don’t understand.” Jackie was always moving, walking, waving his arms around, just doing something. It was like his body had too much energy to contain.
“I’m calling my-where is my phone?” Marvin reached into his pocket and discovered that his phone was missing.
“Yeah, everything that would be yours is at the House. The whole-um-’reality changing distortion’ adjusts the place and adds a new room when one of us comes into existence.” Jackie changed his tone when saying a part of the sentence, showing that he was quoting someone else's words. “We’re lucky to show up with clothes. Although it would be Terminator style if we didn’t and that’s cool.”
“I literally work with magic and all of that sounds ridiculous.” Marvin turned away from Jackie and tried to go back to his spell to find his location. “I’m going home.”
“I mean, yeah, that’s what I’m here for. I’m in charge of taking you back to the House.” Jackie gestured over his shoulders in the direction of said House.
“Let me repeat myself from earlier since you clearly don’t remember. I’m not going anywhere with you.” Marvin had to resist the urge to clap his hands between words.
“But you’re supposed to. I was the one sent out because we have a connection.” Jackie ended up being the one clapping as he put his hands together at his last word.
“A connection? Is that your way of flirting with me?” Marvin scoffed, letting his spell drop again. He was never going to get anything done with Jackie around.
“What!? N-No!” Jackie stiffened. “That’s not how-I'm like-I'm like really bad at flirting.” He was now sputtering as his face slowly turned as red as the hoodie he wore. “I’d be like-saying that your hair is nice or that-that your eyes are pretty or-you know-you-like-you're like really hot or something.”
“‘Really hot or something’?” Marvin echoed and he started laughing.
“Yeah-I-I mean. I’m not-I'm-you-I-” Jackie panicked and tugged on his hood, covering his face with it. Marvin’s laugh turned into a giggle as an idea of how to be left alone came to mind.
“That’s adorable.” Marvin hummed.
“Adorable?” Jackie peeked out from under his hood.
“Very adorable.” Marvin slowly strolled his way over to Jackie, noticing how Jackie took some steps back. The poor man was so flustered, and Marvin was going to use that to his full advantage. “Although, you need to get some more confidence with it. You seem like such a proud hero; strong, fast, I bet you have endless stamina.”
“I’ve-I’ve been told I am-uh-that I have endless energy.” Jackie felt his heart flutter with the smirk Marvin had on his face and wasn’t aware that he was practically standing on the edge of the roof.
“I bet any partner you’ve had adores that fact. It’s always nice when someone can easily keep up with you.” Marvin stopped his walking and that got Jackie to do the same.
“M-Matching energies is-is nice.” Jackie thickly swallowed.
“It is. And I do have to admit, you are kind of cute.” Marvin placed one hand on Jackie’s chest and the other was hidden behind his back.
“I am?”
“A little.” Marvin winked and pushed, sending the other man falling off the roof.
Jackie barely had time to finish his yell before landing in a dumpster. It was a strangely soft fall for that kind of landing, almost magically soft.
“Aw, man.” Jackie groaned, looking up and seeing Marvin waving down at him before walking away and out of view. A flash of green told Jackie he likely used magic to leave that location completely. Jackie groaned again, fished his phone out of his pocket, and called a number, sighing as he waited for the person to pick up.
“Everything good?” The voice on the other end of the call asked.
“Hey Chase, so, I have good news and I have bad news,” Jackie said.
“Bad news first.”
“He got away.”
“Did you at least get his name?”
“No.”
“Then what the hell is the good news?”
“He thinks I’m cute.”
“Damn it, Jackie!”
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#marvelsepticeye#veggie writes#okay#but like#i could easily be talked into writing more for this#i have a problem
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Just asked the cafe barista what kind of cheese is inside the croissant and he looked me dead in the eyes and said "normal cheese"...
WHAT DO YOU MEAN NORMAL CHEESE???
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I AM TERRIBLY SORRY.
#please care about my ocs#saltv2#oc shit#oc artist#oc artwork#the coffin of andy and leyley#tcoaal#my art#digital art#artwork#art#artists on tumblr#oc art#original character#original art#i apologize to my mutuals#but like#its funny#to me at least
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see i like thought it was over when i first read the chapter. but after seeing various ppls thoughts on it i am realizing just how over it is. fly high asaden nation u had a good run
remember what we lost
#i didnt even care abt asaden that much besides thinking it is cute and nice and fun#and good for denji to know people who are his age#BUT LIKE#OH BROGTHER. ITS SO OVER.#my man truly cannot have anything#asaden#chainsaw man#csm 167
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30 Days of Art Improvement Hell - Day 1: Self-Portrait
Eugh you can tell I don't paint digitally
uuhhh anyway yeah! I've really not had fun with art recently so this kind of challenge would be right up my alley to try and get out of that headspace. Also, I'm going to post these on my Twitter btw I just got a Twitter as well! So go check it out there too!
#improvement hell#30 days of art improvement hell#peachy post#this b- doesn't even look like me#I started taking MAD liberties at some point#hhfnfnsafad#I blacked out and this was done#I think I would want to go back to this to add more#but like#I'm trying not to take this too seriously#it was good drawing from ref practice during the sketching phase
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So uh
I remembered suddenly that I like Bionicle
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I love how Percy is genuinely like wtf when Luke says Annabeth - who’s twelve - is head counsellor so he’s under the impression that annabeth is ridiculously powerful when in reality her older cabin mates just wanted to spend their time coming up with ways to hack the government instead of assigning cabin chores
#obviously annabeth is powerful#but like#she’s twelve#it’s funny#pjo#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#pjo funny#annabeth chase#pjo headcanons#percabeth#jason grace#piper mclean#sally jackson#luke castellon#pjo tv show#pjo disney plus#pjo disney spoilers#just in case#pjo disney#luke castellen
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we need to talk about the fact that for many of the posters in season one, they are literally on opposite sides and/or have a dividing line between them
and now they're literally crossed over in some way for the season 2 posters
THEY'RE LITERALLY ON THEIR OWN SIDE NOW, PEOPLE!
CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS?
#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#losing my mind again#yeah uh#can we fucking talk about the crossing of established boundaries as a narrative device?#yes i know it's obvious#but like#LOOK
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What I love about Jason Todd is that he's angry about his trauma. Life fucked him over and he's rightfully pissed off. We already have "healed from their anger" Dick Grayson and "ignores their emotions" Bruce Wayne. Thank you DC for giving us "hurt and upset and lashing out" Jason Todd.
#this is extremely personal to me and no I will not elaborate#but like#let someone with ptsd be fucking angry#let them be upset#cuz jesus christ#what they went through was AWFUL#jason todd#dc#dc comics#red hood#batman#text post
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“how many guys do you have on your roster, huh?”
“including you? four.”
“i’m gonna have you cummin’ on my cock, screamin’ my name and we’ll see if you still want those guys after the fourth time.”
#uh in my mind#this makes sense#i can’t tell if it does#but like#overstimulation until they’re the only one u want <<33#yes this is about katsuki shut up#「mercury thirsts」
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To me, the best embodiment of modern capitalism is in the phrase "please hold, we are experiencing higher than usual call volume". I know it's a lie. You know it's a lie. But you still hear that line every time you call, regardless of the day or time, because it shifts the blame. It tries to prompt you to blame the other callers instead of asking, "Hey, why are they deliberately understaffing their call centers and making it so difficult to get help?" It takes a failing caused by a deliberate, profit-focused management choice, and turns it into a problem with the people using the system, rather than one with the system itself. And that pattern, to me, is the epitome of the modern corporate system.
#today in reliabledragon complains about call centers#I know this isn't that deep or anything#but like#this wording is a choice#and this pattern just shows up in so many places#it's infuriating#to see how effectively systems can shift the blame for their failures onto the actions of the people participating in them#anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk#my posts
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"the curtains weren't blue on purpose. why should we care?"
my love! let me ask you this - did you eat breakfast today? this tiny moment in your life. just think about it. did you?
for some of you, the answer is yes and for some of you it is technically and for some of you it is does coffee count. some of you reached for cereal or gmo-free overnight oats or frozen waffles or 3-day-old pizza. sometimes we eat the same thing, every day, for weeks. i get tired of eggs randomly, only to go back to craving them desperately. i'm cuban; i take my coffee like my father showed me, very milky and sweet.
some of us ate in a hurry. some of us hate eating breakfast but if we don't we will get nauseous later. some of us took our meds first or took our meds after. some of us have a kitchen 5 feet wide and sometimes it's the biggest room in the house. some of us are confident there will be food in the pantry and some of us flinch and say well, the paycheck is coming. some of us turn on a podcast while we eat or we scroll our phones or write in our diaries.
some of us are choosing, specifically, not to eat breakfast. some of us are too busy. some of us are pretending we "just forgot," but we are ignoring the warning signs that everything feels too-heavy. some of us are so consumed with anxiety or grief that we can't eat. some of us can't stand up long enough to make our coffee. some of us have no table to sit down and eat.
i cannot tell you what an artist "meant" by their choices. but they did have to make a choice, conscious or otherwise, to give you information. to give you a little bit more light. each of these choices are little stars of data; connecting speckles for you to weave through, drawing a line.
you cannot use a mirror in a dark room. for some of us; we will not care that the curtains are blue, because that will just be a data point and not enough light to see by. for some of us, the blue curtains will be the same as our childhood bedroom. it will make us seasick. for some of us, blue will be the color of frostbite. it might look like a pixel up close; but from a distance, oh! the picture blooms.
i cannot tell you what will stick out for you. what will carry meaning. some of you will read the sentence "i didn't have breakfast today" and say "this means nothing." some of you will read that and say "oh, me neither." some of you will say "this means the character is probably a little grouchy." some of you will say "oh, i wonder if they're okay. why didn't they eat anything?" ... art is a mirror. i am holding hands with you, over space and time, and asking you to feel something with me.
i want you to read my work and find a blue pair of curtains. i want you to read my work and find things in it that i never imagined placing. i have no way of knowing what will resonate with you, that's true. and maybe i just was hungry while i wrote this, and thinking about the eggs in my fridge. but if you found meaning, that meaning is yours. it cannot be erased just because i didn't "intend" it. you created a different world by interpreting my work. it's collaborative! that's beautiful! that's stunning!
just! imagine looking at the night sky and saying - it's stupid to have a favorite constellation or a favorite star. they're just there.
because here's the thing - across centuries and cultures, we look up. we still find meaning in the stars. these beautiful, lovely scattered accidents. are you looking? they call. and we look back and say oh! of course we are!
#this got away from me#but like#u know#reading is a form of creation#and sometimes the choice that the author makes might SEEM random#but it's like. bro that's telling u something.#also hate the vibe where authors/artists mock their audience for finding meaning in something#nahhhh#if u make art u need to be okay with people finding their own reflection in it
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“Velma is a lesbian in this new Scooby Doo”
I don’t know how to tell you this, but she’s been a lesbian in every single Scooby Doo ever made
#i’m joking#but not really#it’s great that it’s like finally explicitly in the text#but like#mystery incorporated#marcie fleach#hot dog water#scooby doo mystery incorporated#Scooby Doo#velma dinkley#lesbian velma#jinkies#lgbtq
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