WAIT A SECOND I KNOW SK8 ENDING AND ALL BUT LIKE

WAIT A SECOND I KNOW SK8 ENDING AND ALL BUT LIKE

CHERRY AND JOE BOTH KNOW HOW TO BIKE?

BIKER BFS?

🥛🩹🦷 けいおん! (K-On!)

The Fall is a protagonist song and It’s all futile! is an end credits song idk how to explain it

lowkey had no idea i would find so many dead/small fandoms in TUMBLR of all places but that was just me being unrealistic ig

sdfohishfoisd PLS I LAUGHED WAY TOO HARD

★ CANON? ★

When you first get out into the world, all you do is explore. Maybe gather a bit, make some friends, idle chit chat, gather your first, basic tools and resources. Then the timer dings, and you get your lives.

It starts in the catterpillar stage. When you are arguably in your safest zone. When you're not yet wary. When you can still take time to freely look around and make friends. When allyships are blossoming and friendships are forming. When you don't actively fear when you see someone you don't recognize. Sure, you might not trust, but you do not fear either. When you don't have yet the resources to protect your body. When you're just a newborn in the eyes of the world, almost as newborn as the world itself.

Then the deaths come and the number of lives drops.

You are now on your second to last life. You're wary of your surroundings now. Those who aren't green could be your enemy. You are enclaved in armor, iron or diamond - your own little chrysalis. You have the tools, you have the resources, but you lost the trust. Everyone you see now that you do not recognize might be out for you. They can turn into an enemy in a matter of seconds in order to knock you into the danger zone. You're much more wary of everything - careful of every sound, every fall, every drawn sword, every activity, to make sure you stay in your safety cocoon. But you start gathering regardless. Preparing for the worst possible situation. The inevitable, as some would call it.

Then one death is all it takes.

You have to hatch. You have to come out of your shell. The red on you alerts everyone around you. They lost their trust in you now. Now you are the danger. You are the sword, you are the betrayal, you are a potential catalyst. The red on you alerts everyone of that. Red has become your form of protection now. Much less sturdy than your chrysalis, but like a butterfly's wings to alert and confuse predators. You might not get to live for long after this. But your short lived goal is simple.

You don't need me to tell it to you.