4 year old Ahmad Shabat - an israeli airstrike hit him, his parents & 4 siblings; he survived, they didn't - then they hit him & his father's relatives; he survived, they didn't - then they hit him & his uncle; he survived, his uncle didn't - both of Ahmed's legs have been amputated because of injuries. He survives.

i hope Ahmad gets to live. i hope he has a beautiful and fulfilling life. i hope he finds love and safety and comfort and success. i hope he finds happiness. i hope he heals. i hope he continues to survive. in spite of the violence, in spite of the trauma, in spite of the horror. in spite of the world.

When the mugshot drops, will you use it as your icon? :3c

Better write up my 5th indictment because it’s a crime I hadn’t thought of this yet

Like, in many ways,

Snufkin 🤝 chilchuck

HOWEVER... They are also like, diametrically opposite types of (adorable little animated) leftist guys. Snufkin is a very chill anarchist drifter who is homeless & unemployed & above all else loves trespassing. Chilchuck is a very angry & very dedicated trade unionist who values hard work & professionalism, & above all else Sticks to The Terms of his Contract. They would NOT get on.

I truly believe that nona is alecto/the body for the very simple and vitally important reason that harrow and nona/alecto/the body will meet at some point and harrow will be like O immortal Body, I have kept troth with you these many long and darkling years, I have sworn my heart, worthless thing though it may be, to you, I cast my fragile and aching body at your feet (and etc etc)

and the Body will look at her with those ineffable golden eyes and open her imperfectly beautiful mouth and say, her own true voice ringing out in harrow's ears for the very first time, "Hi! I like dogs, do you like dogs? I kissed you in the mirror once. Do you want to be best friends?"

And harrow will instantly be like Ohhh :/// I'm cured. I'm not in love with her anymore. where's gideon. ianthe? anyone.

dragong warmup

I think camilla hect* would attempt to kiss pyrrha scientifically to categorize the experience and tell palamedes and perhaps future generations what can be learned from the lycor-kissing process and pal would open his mouth and collapse into her arms and fully intend to go into method-learning about the life of a romantic ravishee (for the sake of Love and Joy and maybe dulcie's memory)

they'd both fail tho. pyrrha dve has had 5,000** slutty, slutty years to get her smooch on and you don't get to think while she's kissin' you

*full name to indicate respect

**I'm estimating on account of brain sharing

no, ‘girlboss’ is not a valid criticism of a female character, *especially* if you’re only using it in relation to women who fight outside the constraints of an inherently corrupt system. you’re just a misogynist.

i want to become a popular streamer but not because i want to build a community or make a name for myself or even for attention. i want to become a popular streamer because i think it’d be fucking hilarious if i was just paid to lie to people. every subgoal unlocks a new piece of my personal history that is wildly inaccurate, impossible, or just straight-up contradictory to past reveals. i hold weekly qnas and absolutely everything out of my mouth is total bullshit. i refuse to ever break character. my streaming career ends with an hour-long reading of an “apology letter” that explains i was nothing but a harvard experiment and to forward any and all complaints towards HR

The way Henry runs their friend group is wild, he’s got the twins working PR, Francis is on financial backing, and Richard is, like, an intern or something. He really does think he’s their boss.

Gonna be real. I know I’m super biased in saying this but I genuinely think it’s more conducive to the story’s message and themes if Thistle is still alive after the end of the manga. Like.

There’s all these examples of characters talking about how love and support from those who matter most to you is what can allow you to heal despite experiencing immense trauma. Themes of life and death and rebirth in both a physical and metaphysical sense. I just think it’s so much more satisfying for Thistle to get that, too, more so than the tragedy of him dying. You could say that him not getting that chance is just how things go sometimes, but in a series all about defying fate and walking the more difficult but fulfilling path (after all, recovery and facing the reality of it all certainly wouldn’t be easy) I would argue that him living serves the narrative much better.

“Red team was so selfish looking past the cursed team like that” listen man they were thinking about it often, and had evidence they were cursed too. They were convinced they were cursed too. Bad (with Pierre’s help I’ll be honest) singlehandedly destroyed any sort of civil relations and good faith between the two teams and this shot Blue in the foot when they tried to make the case about them being cursed last minute, about trying to rig it in the cursed teams favor.

There was never a cursed team in the first place, it was all a tactic to build paranoia and that feeling of betrayal and to get them to tear eachother a part. And it worked super well! At the end, neither would listen to the other about their evidence, not with an honest open ear, not with the willingness to think the other team could be cursed. It’s not a case of ‘Red just refused to listen because they wanted to win more than they cared’ they thought they were cursed too - if they were selfish, then so were Blue in the same way.

Every time Red had tried to talk first early on, it was met with extreme violence - and with Bad consistently proving he’ll play dirty to win, they didn’t trust Blue enough to listen to them in the later game. Maybe they should have listened then. Maybe Blue have listened earlier. The game worked as intended to set them against eachother.

quick question, do you think high lust m!kylar in prison ever asks m!pc to pick up the soap? slippery bar slipping right out of your hand, oh, what a shitty coincidence. now the disheveled looking freak is asking you to get it, politely too. your stupid little brain obliges, of course.

breath shaky as he watches you bend down to pick up the soap, full view of your behind for him. feeling his gaze on your back, don’t even got time to turn around as he reaches for you. next thing you know, the fucker’s scarred hands are grasping at your hips, pulling you down on his monster cock.

fucks your ass like a rabid animal right in front of everyone in the showers, literally splitting open through your fucking crevix due to the sheer size of that girth, irreparable damage to your hole.

man idfk, I don’t think anyone in jail messes with kylar with the size of that cock, I sure wouldn’t if some bitch’s meat was the size of my whole arm.

greg’s the only person to show up to tom’s birthday party and tom (while crying) has a big realization that greg is the only person that really cares about him and he confesses his love for greg and kisses him right then and there. meanwhile it had been greg’s job to email the invites and he simply forgot

twitter is hilarious because i get people in my replies saying “you shouldn’t draw these characters together because x never really cared about x etc etc” because it’s obvious that they weren’t there back in the day when we would make characters from entirely different franchises rail eachother

sorry the microbes

oh uh

hello Mr. Edgeworth-

Goddd and just the gentleness with which vex treats laudna. the immediacy in her desire to help them that all but betrays the sorrow and the guilt at this revelation. the offering up of gold and diamonds and weapons without hesitation to a cause she readily shares. a cause that will not be shaken even as an old haunt makes her presence known. the gentle taking of this ghost into her lap, tracing torn ears cuffed with gold like an attempt to piece back fragile china. a close-up look into lengths of abuse this girl was put through, and all to send a message she’d only ever see from afar. vile, pointless cruelty. 

but the love this world has for laudna is not held by the woman in her head, no matter what she whispers. it is in the blood and sweat and tears of those would stop at nothing to get her back, and the sorrow of helpless strangers who are not so helpless now. past the cruelty of existence there is kindness still, and it fights to win her back.