This moment is deeper than ANYTHING. Atsushi is actually trusting Akutagawa here, in this very moment. He's opening up about his deepest secret, that no one else knows. And he CHOSE to reveal it to Akutagawa. His sworn enemy. His rival. This is such a PEAK moment.

Ok, Ok, I think I need to lay down. Yes, SandRay floored us today. Yes, Khaotung wanted to personally kill me with his acting and First with his huge eyes filled with tears. Yes, whatever the fuck TopMew had going on this episode had me pull my hair in frustration in a good way, because Mew is a hilariously horrible person and Boeing is unhinged. BUT. Listen. BostonNick stole the episode for me. That scene. That fucking scene. Everything that happened before that scene was the perfect set up. Atom setting Boston up. Cheum and co going to his house to shame him and denounce him as their friend. Nick and Dan. Their encounter at Nick's shop. It was all delicious and perfectly executed but it could never prepare me for this. We see Boston looking sad at the distance and Nick coming to him to talk (after he saw Boston's feelings about him through the fucking phone wallpaper pls, I'm not OK). He asks him and Boston is defensive but then Nick insists and Boston, in his need to have someone comfort him FINALLY, says what happened. At first Nick responds by telling him how things are; seems legit, he says, given what you've done. Boston tells him to cut it off but not in his usual way, he's not cruel or rude, he's simply asking to not be shit on rn. Nick listens and apologizes and he means it and I love it.

But Boston feels weird and cannot understand wtf is wrong with him and it's real and I love that he trusted Nick to ask him about it. And Nick's answer is perfect for Boston, because sure, for us, the audience it seems so obvious; of course Boston is doing fucked up shit in his desperation to be loved and accepted, but Boston doesn't know that. No one TOLD him that, no one SHOWED him that.

Boston's answer to that is even better, because he still doesn't understand. And he needs a more valid reason than that.

Nick's answer? Oh, my beautiful nasty little boy. He was so real for it. He needed to gather himself to say it. He needed time to utter those words. "I also did nasty shit to you, Boston" he tells him. "Maybe we belong together" What Boston said next was breathtaking. I love him for that.

He might as well have said "I love you" here. It has the same weight as that phrase. That's why Nick breaks down. That's why he kisses him like that, crying uncontrollably and telling him he missed him too. Because we already knew about Nick's feelings towards Boston. We knew the guy had an obsession turned love towards him. But with Boston it's different. And Nick thought so too before this phrase was uttered, before Boston basically confessed he has feelings for Nick, or more precisely, that Nick is special to Boston. And he proceeds to say it AGAIN, after Nick says it. He says AGAIN how he missed him and he THANKS him for staying by his side with TEARS in his own eyes. They hug while crying together, please, I'm too weak for this. And then they make LOVE. They don't just fuck, they make sweet love to each other while staring at each other's eyes and kissing and being cute and I fucking DIED right there. BostonNick is all I ever wanted and more. I need MORE, please, I can't handle myself. This episode was SO GOOD, I can't DEAL with this.

Do you take commissions? If so, do you have a commission sheet? I’m sorry if this is an annoying ask I just really love your work lol

not annoying at all! i really really appreciate this a lot, thank you!

i have done commissions in the past on other platforms, but for now i am not taking them here. i'm not saying that i never will, because sometimes life is.. you know. Like That™️. but for now i'm steering clear of it to try and keep my passion up! 👍

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(long rambling in tags if u care)

had an epic medical-themed nightmare like i have not had in A While and then went to my stupid fucking "i'm still alive please continue giving me meds" appointment and had one of those giant gasps for air panic attacks as soon as i got in the car and drove to get gas and called to fix my PC doc's fuckup and came home and i feel

bad.

i feel real real bad.

i have emergency anxiety meds but let's try eating first and see if that makes things better enough i don't feel like i'm being hunted for sport.

MM April ain't even that fat and seems chill like wut is these grown adults problem?!. Just a kid. They're comparing her to the new "Velma" when there's a clear distinction between the two and just flat out insulting a plus sized child who isn't vile cuz she ain't played for haha fat joke laughs or is downright horrible in the first few minutes on screen. Its disgusting and utterly deplorable behavior.

C'mon everyone. There is straight up different universes with their own takes on the story. The 2012 show legit showed that multiple times. Rise took risks and liberties that knocked everything right out of the park. Mutant Mayhem is teeming with love and care in what is shown.

These horrible people are no fans of TMNT

tell them anon!!!

kinda wild to me that one of the most compelling aspects of both Chuuya and Kunikida's characters to me, that I never really see talked about, is how they're heavily set on a doomed crash course towards complete and utter destruction, and how I am so, so worried for them both.....

Okay wait no. y’all. This fucking show.

This is the kind of stuff I watched the hell out of between the ages of 12 and 15. The camp, the cheese, the simple fantasy, the raging hormonal love story- I LIVED for it. And in all of that media there was always the cheesy tropey romance, and that cheesy tropey romance was always, always a straight one.

The explicit, in-your-face, intrinsic-to-the-plot sapphic romance of this show means so much to me now, but I can only imagine how much more it would have meant when I was younger. When I was a confused gay tween suffering deeply from internalized homophobia (not to mention casual homophobia from literally everyone around me, including my parents and best friend at the time), watching cheesy teen movies for comfort and thinking “well that’s the kind of romance I like, so I must be straight.” 

This show isn’t a masterpiece. It’s not a jaw-dropping work of art, it’s not Portrait of a Lady on Fire. It’s cheesy. It’s simple, it’s camp, it’s tropey; and when I was 14 it would have been life-changing. Hell, it’s life-changing now. Because what’s up on that screen is the kind of love I feel, that I felt- and when you’re a kid who doesn’t get to see your kind of love portrayed in the campy cheesy hormonal whirlwind that is teenage entertainment, you start to think that your kind of love doesn’t really exist at all- at least not in a way you can understand. 

So no, this show isn’t particularly great. But it doesn’t have to be, because the significance of it isn’t in the complexity and nuance of its story or writing or acting. This show is about sapphic teenagers in a campy monster setting experiencing the kind of intense television love story that I grew up thinking was reserved for straight couples, and somehow people still find a way to look that premise in the eye and call it ‘tired’. 

Thinking about how when I joined Tumblr last summer I became mutuals with another byler from the tag and we hit it off, sharing theories and evidence w/ each other. Only for them to switch up at the end of the year, deactivating and starting a new account, making a post about how bylers are setting themselves up for disappointment, with their main evidence being that Mike’s monologue ‘clearly’ inspired El & because Finn said in a panel ‘we all know how Mike feels about El’…

every now and again I think of the bit in Maurice when he is explaining Clive's symptoms to the doctor and is like "can't stop crying." me too bestie

Truth be said, Dáinsleif did not know what to expect upon encountering the sovereign of waters. It isn't foreign to him the knowledge that dragons detested humans and light— not because any were harmful to them except when they warred against one another, but because they reminded them of the Saint Usurper that took from them what was once theirs: this world. For that reason, he wouldn't be surprised if the dragon in the shape of human decided to ignore him or throw words of resent his way.

What he didn't anticipate is not only that he would acknowledge his presence, but whisper through hushed words sentiments of pity, perhaps even sorrow or sympathy for the beast that has become the primary topic of their conversation— almost as if there is shame in even feeling that way or even daring to voice it out.

Dark clouds augur rain and the fallen seraph nearly pushes away the motive he has come here to urge him to speak about this elsewhere, lest the contaminated rain —result of the yet to fade defilement's pollution in this world— becomes a more urgent matter to concern themselves about. One drop falls, followed by another, prompting starry gaze to rise and notice that the water is crystal clear. Sapphire glaciers drop to his rising hand thereafter to check a water drop resting atop the palm of his hand and realize that, indeed, it lacks the contamination he would expect. Like in Mondstadt with bloody rain and in Sumeru with pitch black.

◜...◞ Dáinsleif falls into quiescent contemplation as he rises his gaze to look at the dragon before him anew, eyes narrowing for a fraction in wonder. Is it possible that he...? ◜It is not the first time I witness it with these eyes of mine. So yes, I do.◞ His head nods in further confirmation of wisdom to be transmitted and shared as a means to present as a fact emotions he finds hard to connect with— but not to understand. Thus he turns his head to the distant east, where Mondstadt's location should be. ◜Mondstadt was victim of such creature not long ago. A dragon who found beauty in the land of wind and believed it found a friend and was playing with it, when in reality destruction and defilement was created with the flap of its wings.◞

Seraphic attention returns to meet the back of the sovereign in name, now no different than every other man like himself. ◜Neither Durin or Elynas are at fault, but of an unkind mother that entrapped their soul in a body created with dark arts that makes them be that way.◞ Nevertheless, neither of this matters. They could dwell in the unfairness of innocent souls turned into monsters for eternity, yet none of it would help a more urgent state of affairs that can unleash a butterfly effect on more than a country or living being, should this situation stay unchecked— including him. Thus ultimately Dáinsleif comes a step closer to the man, but not more than that: he knows how to exercise precaution both for himself and the other, he hasn't forgotten about his own condition as half a monster.

◜The crisis Fontaine is facing must be resolved, Hydro Dragon.◞

Continued from ✦ || @maquiscursed

Fishy time!! 🐳

So so excited to take part in the @opoceanszine!! Thank you so much for inviting me! I can't wait to dive in with everyone~ 🌊💙

yeah so i dont get the "wasn't that some fucked up shit? anyway i'm Rod Sterling" mentality some people have towards different narrative reads. It's all sweet and cool to want to explore all the different variations of a fucked up scenario, but i'm gonna need the reasons for it. I need the "why"; why are we exploring this thing? Why is it important to explore this story? what am i getting out of it? and no it's not about morality.

I dont need a story to teach me "good" life lessons, though that'd be lovely. I dont need it to be an exceptional and exemplary narrative even, but i need my discoveries to be purposeful and meaningful. Sometimes the aim for an exploration of say, a very tragic story, is to simply experiences the different flavours and nuances and complexities of a deeply held personal emotion; sometimes it helps us find the mirroring and connection and relatedness that we need to feel seen and heard and understood. Sometimes it helps you parse out your own bullshit by taking it out of your head and putting it in front of you– i dont care what the reason is, but there's a reason. There's a purpose for every single endeavour you take on, even if you haven't discovered the reason yet. "i just want to experience a fucked up shit" lazy superficial thinking, dig deeper. I hate superficial and purposeless shit; and no i'm not gonna explore the 863796373th trending trauma porn piece of the day because "wouldn't that be fucked up?" nah. I dont care, it's got no use to me. I will absolutely respect the endeavour and make space for it if someone tells me something as simple as "it is relevant to me and my interests and experiences and my mental preoccupations, and helps me refine my humanity and my understanding of humanity in general", that is a lovely and true statement. But if someone keeps churning out worst possible fucked up sad scenarios one after another under the "wouldn't that be fucked up?" flag, i'm out, i dont give a fuck. take your sad shit somewhere else, i have absolutely zero space for purposeless horrible narratives that positively add nothing to my life and dont help me navigate it in any meaningful way.

so when they said "all bets are off" about c3 they really weren't fucking kidding huh

tip for writers: working on a fic on the day that taylor releases a new album might not be the best idea unless you're okay with going angstier than planned because your poor soul has been tortured and stepped on

Today I accomplished a dream I never let myself truly have. I got my Art of Chicken Run book signed as well as for a poster signed for the sequel. I got to meet Sam Fell and Peter Lord (something I truly never believed would happen). They were wonderful and it was so much fun to listen to them talk about the movies and about Aardman and art in general. Chicken Run has and always will be in my top ten movies, so this was a great day.