Someone made me read the Stormlight Archive series thus far, and I’ve had some thoughts.

I’ve also made some beyond fucking shitty memes

Consider this an apology for the past posts :3

Remember what Sal, that friend of Hop Pop's, said in the detective episode?

"Turns out, if you embrace change instead of clinging to the past, you get a say in what the future looks like."

"Heck you can even bring some of the past along with you."

Nancy: Who traumatized you?

Robin: Do you want a list?

Nancy:

Nancy, with her guns out: Yeah actually.

mlm and wlw sibling dynamic let’s fucking go

It's been a while since I drew Penn from @ratcatcher0325 story Nobody’s Fool. There's just something wonderful about a tiny person feeling comfortable enough to fall asleep in your hand.

mom said it’s MY turn to play dress up

ft. Tiny Bria @bespokegarbage

Hi. So, Gillion Tidestrider right?

His entire life, Gillion have followed what he called destiny, he believed in it, and he took comfort in the fact that it is all meant to happen. No matter what, everything will be right where it's supposed to be in the end. He cannot change it. Gillion was happy that he cannot affect his own life, cause his entire life he has been told, that he is a failure, that he can't ever do anything right and so he shouldn't be given any control, especially regarding the important role he carries. He was LED to believe that he should never be allowed to do anything, unless given direct orders. So of course, when after years of blind faith in the judgement of others, he is left completely without guidance, in a completely different world, he is relieved. "Thank the gods that it is all destined to be" "Thank the gods, that I can't mess this up"

Gillion's way of thinking is the result of years of being ridiculed, overworked and criticized for things impossible to achieve in his young age, crushing him steadily against expectations no one is fit to fulfill. He was reliant on destiny and fate, because Gillion was taught to be scared of himself. Scared of dreaming, wishing, hoping or exploring anything past the well-crafted form they wanted him to fit into, because everything outside of it was seen as a "mistake."

In time, Gillion learned of different perspectives and ways to exist in the world. He saw people living so many different lives and interpreting thier own place in the world, changing thier fates for the better and searching for happiness far greater than a simple satisfaction of a job well-done. And tho he tried to uphold his carefully crafted image, he grew to crave the same thing for himself. He craved freedom from destiny, and he craved to see himself for the first time fully, and truly feel what lies beneath his own mask, that they enforced upon him. He didn't expect to find something so utterly broken behind.

For Gillion, I feel like, the realization of being wronged and hurt came with a bang. It came out of nowhere and left him defenseless with no way to prepare for the blow. And when he finally learned the truth of his upbringing, the tiny part of himself that he managed to discover became his only foothold, cause everything else came crushing down all at once. And now Gillion doesn't fear himself. He fears the fact that he isn't himself, that he'll never truly be himself ever again, cause he lost most of his life believing to be something that he wasn't. He doesn't fear himself, he fears there is nothing left for him to be. He doesn't fear himself, but he does fear destiny. Because if the past is lost, and the future is already written, then Gillion was never anything to begin with. And now that he wants to be someone, anyone at all that's real, he fears that it's too late.

Tav and Halsin being all smoochy smoochy

Gale and Astarion waiting patiently for me to stop spamming “may I kiss you”

bizarre!

People can shit on twilight all day, but the fact that Bella and Edward broke up and then spent the next like half a year absolutely MISERABLE to the point they both wanted to Commit ™️ is just the kind of toxicity I yearn for

Like Brb jumping off a cliff to get my ex’s attention - yes queen

I am obsessed with them idec

Okay i want to hear how y'all are imagining Needles cuz like. ??? Does my man(gender-neutral) fr have needles all over them??? Or is this a metaphor for something else??? Did they just stab that guy with a bunch of needles??? Idk I am taking a literary analysis course rn and I can't turn off analysis mode so my brain is struggling to understand that they might just be covered in needles like a silly.

But also how would they interact with society then, cuz i would definitely notice and be concerned if i saw a person running around with a bunch of needles in them. So I think it's implying that Needles just stabbed that person with a bunch of needles for the vibe. But idk; what are your thoughts?

disco elysium / the mountain goats, so desperate

qsmp prison arc ending (2024, colorized)

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL OF MY LIVES? (I BELIEVE IN THINGS LIKE YOU AND I)

“You’re beautiful,” He breathes your name like it’s a secret, in the way a child holds candy in a protective fist, hidden away from the world and entirely theirs to divulge in, “I think I’ve dreamt of you my whole life.”

You greet him with a giggle and a kiss on the cheek. Your laugh is melodic, a symphony that plays only for him, “That’s a bit dramatic.”

“It’s the truth,” He touches you with intention, swiping an arm around your torso to pull you against him and feeling the thrum of your heartbeat; the slow expansion and compression of your sternum as your lungs fill with air. He slows his breathing to match yours, “I think I knew you in all of my lifetimes. I’ll find you again after this one, too.”

He nuzzles his head against your hairline, just to feel all the small muscles of your face work to pull your lips into a smile. You entertain him, “How will you find me? How will you remember me?”

He answers your question with a question, with a handsome grin you can hear bleeding into his voice, “How could I not?”

“And what happens when the world ends? When there are no more humans left? No more lives to live? What then?”

“Matter is neither created nor destroyed; Only changed from one form to another.” His hand finds yours, massaging wide circles over the smooth knuckle. He opens your palm and traces mindless patterns in it, then spreads your fingers to trace the spaces in-between. “It doesn’t matter what form you take, my atoms will always recognize yours.” He stops, filling the gaps with his own fingers, holding your hand tightly. 

You hum, tilting your head to look at him. You’re drenched in afternoon sunlight, the orange color reflected like fire in your eyes. Have you always looked so heavenly? “Do you believe love can last longer than a lifetime?”

“Of course,” He takes the initiative to close the gap between the two of you, lips molding against yours with an easiness that comes from generations of shared kisses, “Ours did.”

felt like writing something soft & sweet. to cure the agonies of wednesday <33