Spiralling AGAIN would you believe it

"tim needs to get a new mantle he didnt steal from his siblings" wrong. Say hello to the new huntress

I really love the way that fights/combat are written in the httyd books in general, but i have a big soft spot for when they turn comedic-- especially when hiccup is unarmed and decides that the only way forward is to start frantically throwing things at people.

kny x tokyo ghoul au

was thinking abt following tokyo ghoul's storyline and making nezuko get organ donor ghoul-ified like kaneki but on second thought that seems a bit boring. the slayer marks (tanjiro's specifically- that one frame in the red light district arc where he looks like hes absolutely lost it) made me think of the sort of insanity thing with centipede kaneki when he started eating ghouls. (nezuko's bout of literally losing control of herself beating daki is probably a bit closer tho) dont know what to do with that. tanjiro being human and having to keep nezuko safe with her new life as a half-ghoul is pretty cool but i dont know. could make it different

you know, I keep thinking about how much I'd get written if I had any self discipline at all and then like. doing nothing about it bc like. who's gonna enforce it? not me.

ROGUE! & VIGILANTE!KABIR??????????????

when he uses my tongue as an ashtray as punishment >>>>>>

I’m gonna stop for the night at episode three because 1. It’s past my bedtime and 2. I’m so frustrated at the screenshot situation, BUT! I’ve gotta say the casting for the side characters in the dub is eerily accurate at times, whoever cast them deserves a reward.

me: wow I should totally tidy up my desk space bc this shit is a MESS. I have so many application copies to shred!

Also me: wait lemme catch up on these dnd notes I found lying around and articulate my girl’s feelings for her teammates tho….

We saw the beginning, now I be thinking about all the possible...uhh the word is like aftermath...epilogues? Seeing as the narrative will be left open ended, we can hypothesize and fantasize just about anything!

This one is Harvey carrying on with what he idealized as a normal life, getting married, having kids, going out with the boys, stuff you see on TV. But Cammy is still there, still a part of his life. And that's pretty neat. And also I cry.

Everyone deserves a significant other who will do everything you need to help combat a budding migraine

Every other month or so the Justice League has a week long Mario Kart tournament. Everyone plays, even Batman. It was J'onn's idea.

tf when ur dad but then you indulge in an old childhood show and feel better

listen I may not actively have watched any airing rider since approximately the dawn of the reiwa era (sorry for being a geezer) but I am a kamen rider fan FIRST and all else SECOND I see something where characters awaken powers (bonus: powered gear) through emotions, I pog and go hoooooooly shit it’s just like kamen rider. I see someone who’s depressed still decide to fight for others I go holy shit this guy has no dreams but can still protect them. When a character has monstrous powers foisted upon them and despite it all they choose to use them for good. Despite said powers perhaps even turning them into a monster. I go hell yeah. Kamened Rider. I need you to know, this informs everything I’ve ever made or enjoyed. Ever. Ever ever.

the poet practicing the lyre out in the courtyard 🫶🫶

(ft background practice that isnt actually practicing 😋 i just didnt want a white bg LMAO)

... ignore how the style changes i drew a whole different drawing between them LMFAOOOOO

(he most certainly does NOT have a crush on them that is preposterous... 🤥)

i’m struggling to get to sleep a little, so i’m going back over childhood memories and stumbled across one that was almost a one hit KO.

I read a lot as a kid. My parents encouraged this, and got me a lot of books. Enough that, at one point, early in the morning and the only one awake, I was able to cover nearly every square inch of our living room in books. This probably led my parents to the realization that I, perhaps, had too many books, and we should get rid of some.

I was fine with that. I didn’t like to read books twice, you see, because I already knew where they were going and they didn’t entertain me anymore. That’s a philosophy that has changed, somewhat, with age, but that’s besides the point— there were a few books I wanted to keep. Strawberry Shortcake and something to do with mermaids. The few issues of the Beano I had. The Tin Soldier.

My parents boxed up a ton of books, and handed them in to my first grade classroom. Multiple large boxes of books. A comical amount of books. My teacher, Mrs. B, was very appreciative, But.

I don’t remember how this was uncovered. I don’t remember how I realized it, but… the tin soldier had been given away too. I didn’t mention it a paragraph ago, but it was my favourite book. I loved that book. It was about a tin soldier, missing a leg, in love with a princess or a ballerina. He got lost, or dropped, or maybe went on an adventure, I don’t recall, but in the end found his way back to the princess and was happy.

We did look through those boxes. Didn’t find it.

In sixth grade, I moved.

Well— technically, it was the summer between fifth and sixth grade that I moved. Still. In the years between, we never found that book. I had honestly forgotten about it. Sure, I had cried, but I did eventually find other books.

I guess word got around that I was moving. It was… something like the last day of school— not quite the end, but close. I remember snow on the ground, grey and slushy and mostly gone. I was just getting on the school bus to go home when Mrs. B came bustling out of the school.

She caught my backpack handle to get my attention, and I stopped on the steps of the school bus, looking down at her for what may well have been the last time I ever saw her. She had a book in her frail hands. The Tin Soldier.

She had never forgotten. She kept looking for that book. There was an apple sticky note on the front, addressed to me. It said some incredibly kind things, though most of the words are lost to memory. Encourage your creativity, I think, was the gist of it.

I just. Four years. She kept looking for that book for me for four years. I still have it, now, over a decade later. She must have had other, more important things to do. Four years! Where on earth had it been? I still don’t know, can’t imagine what could have possibly happened to it in the interim short of it slipping into a dimensional pocket. I loved that teacher.