imagine being scotty in tos. every day your friend group goes on dangerous yet exciting adventures to new planets but you can never go because they always make you babysit the ship. also you have to stay on facetime with them the whole time in case they need a lift. you are the eternal designated driver. the seventh wheel. you dont mind as much as you should though because you sort of want to fuck the ship

What do we do now? Is this the end? Unfulfilling? Failed?!

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Celebrating the one year anniversary of my blog with a redraw of one of my first supercorp artworks!

That was my real first attempt at colouring. I've learned a lot and improved so much since then, and I feel like it's all thanks to this fandom.

So here's for all of you who reblogged, liked, and enjoyed my art. For the kind people who read my fics and left lovely comments and kudos. And for all the amazing friends I made thanks to this fantastic community. I love you all my darlings, and I hope we keep creating and inspiring each other in the future❤️

do you think sam would punch dean if he thought dean wasn't being serious about dating cas or was using cas as a tool for self-discovery. because i think he absolutely would

The double standard c!Phil has for c!Ranboo vs c!Fundy is so frickin' funny to me.

Fundy demanding to know why his grandpa hates him and Phil incredulously shouting about how he tried to murder his best friend in front of him, but when Fundy flips it around to point our that Ranboo was just as involved in that Phil is immediately spouting the most Ranboo-apologism anyone has ever spoken.

thinking about todd and his resolve toward… not quite isolation, but being alone in a room full of people again. he goes along to the study room to sit on his own and do his homework, he sits at the poets table and follows along with what’s being said while keeping quiet, he goes to the meetings at all but doesn’t necessarily contribute (in fact, if you watch him when cameron is telling the story ‘from camp in sixth grade’, you can see that he recognizes it before any of the other poets but doesn’t voice it until they all have). he’s not alone, necessarily, if you want to get technical about it, he’s just lonely, and he’s generally okay with that. he doesn’t have friends and that’s fine, he doesn’t participate in class and that’s fine, he doesn’t have a relationship with his family and that’s fine—he could live without any real connection and he’d have been, more or less, fine.

the thing about when he says “i can take care of myself just fine!” is that he isn’t really wrong, you can infer that he’s been doing it his entire life anyway, it’s that ‘taking care of yourself’ isn’t the same thing as really living or being happy. todd’s an introvert, certainly, and even as he gets closer to the group he defaults to sitting quietly in the background, but he’s also denying himself community out of fear not introversion. todd isn’t friendless because he’s an introvert, although that definitely plays a part, he’s friendless because he pushes anyone that might want his company away. if anyone has every wanted for his attention in the first place. (neil’s unwavering interest in him is unique (even when it comes to the rest of the poets, who are fine with todd coming along and joining the group, but aren’t really hellbent on him being there in the beginning) and his refusal to accept it is a direct result of being so lonely growing up.)

there’s obviously something to be said about the implications of his parents neglect, and the more than likely fact that he grew up friendless, and how those both play a part in in him being so skilled at dodging social interaction/being so avoidant of it, but by the time we see him in the movie he’s all but accepted his fate as being alone his entire life. he’s already accepted being the family disappointment, and he’s already accepted he’ll never amount to anything, and he obviously doesn’t like it, but he’d have managed living with that knowledge without the confirmation that it was all wrong. would he have been miserable? almost certainly. but he’d have managed. he’d done it for that long already, anyhow.

there's a very specific kind of vibe that comes with living with your friends in final year that it just does not have in first year or even second year. like as a fresher it's usually the first time any of you have lived away from home let alone with SO MANY people your age and it's terrifying and exciting and randomised to boot so it's generally carnage for a whole year in the best and worst ways, and then second year you pick who you're living with and it feels like for the first time you're doing this adult thing PROPERLY. you have a place of your own now. these are the people you've chosen to live with. studying gets serious etc. but it's still fresh. it's still new. you still don't know how to navigate it. but final year? final year is when you actually get it right. you know how to manage your time better. you know what works for you and what doesn't. studying is the main focus and you've been out in the world for three years now and it's not loud and boisterous like it was in first year and you're not exciteable and awkward like you were in second year. you're comfortable. every single one of my flatmates has their own friend group and we mainly keep to our own social circles, but we'll still meet each other back at the house after a night out and sit in the kitchen or my room to do the debrief. sometimes i'll go days not seeing either of them despite sharing a house but every now and then someone will softly call up the stairs that 'the heating's on!' or one of us will sneeze and the other two will yell 'bless you!' through the walls. the lack of interaction isn't interpreted as dislike in ways it would have been even last year, because we're all just old enough to be past that now and settled enough in our friendship not to worry about it. idk. uni is very loud and unsettling a lot of the time so it's been really sweet to see how almost boringly comfortable final year is.

be strong!!!

Anyway yesterday I went to the movie with my friends and one of them had never read the book nor knew the plot of the movie, but she knew who Snow is... But she cracks me up with her comments (we were alone in the cinema).

One of the best: "How can I enjoy the plot if everytime he is on screen I want sit on his face?"

So yeah, I knew she would have loved Snow... She is my best friend, after all... We can not remember for a single moment who Coriolanus Snow is, let alone have the braincell to mind his red flags...

(And anyway before someone else come to us because "you only like the pretty Tom" please remember that I tell her about Snow's thoughts and yes, everytime he thinked about something unhinged it shows and my friend looked at me every. Single. Time. Making a Face™ and we actually loved Snow more for this).

Hello guys I am a little unstable but my friends singlehandedly moved a whole netball team up a level and that makes me feel so happy and I just evrhioergohigreniogrsihovrs so yes you can do that cool thing you don’t think you can! You can write that story you’ve always dreamed of! Ahhh feelings

Hi hi hello Steddie nation. I am asking becuase I want to support my friends and the people on here so if you have a ko-fi/something similar please feel free to share it here. I know for many people a regular monthly payment isn’t possible so a one off small donation is more feasible and idk I just want to be able to say thank you for the art/words/creativity that is brought here daily. So having an awareness of ways to support that you are comfy with could be nice? No obligation to anyone ever!

if any of you noticed ive been completely absent the past few days and thats because 1. either my allergies are acting tf up or i got a little sick again and 2. in my depression i downloaded the early accsess to the wandering village and have been obsessively playing it nonstop ever since and i think what i need to cure me is a onbu plush. anyway im not back, im going right back to playing the wandering village

Good day Red son! I have to admit that I very much love your hairstyle! I wanted to try it for myself but I realized "such perfection, style, beauty! It has to be copyrighted!" And since I am poor as hell and would die if I get sued, I have to ask for your permission first before trying the great red son haircut!

Well, lucky for you, mortal, my hair is currently not a copyrighted domain, so if you can do it, power to you, mortal (I expect results). And if you're poor, I won't get anything out of suing you, so rest assured my lawyers won't be contacting you.

To all you little gays out there living your pretty little romances with your pretty princes and princesses and royals and enjoying life by sharing a part of it with the marvelous person you so ardently love, listen here ya little shits-

I am so so proud of you (even tho there's a teeny tiny crumb of jealousy eating away at my heart), just know that your love is beautiful and you deserve every feeling of fluff you can find within another individual. Queer love is full of wonder. It's the kind of love you never understand until you feel it. And then it gets even more confusing. And that's the beauty of it all. Stay gay y'all.

-fellow queer human <3