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Yue and Zuko as spiritual siblings is everything to me.
Imagine if the day Zhao lead an invasion to the NWT, just as Zuko was about to take Aang, Yue spots him and begins talking to him, asking how he's been, what he's been up to lately, would he like to stay and possibly have something to eat later? And Zuko, having known Yue since he was a child, thanks to spiritual bullshit, immediately drops what he's doing is just like, "ugh, you wouldn't believe what I've been through..."
And they just move away from Aang, a few feet to like, I dunno, the left?, and sit down and talk.
And Katara and Sokka are standing there, trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. Zuko is the enemy. Why are he and Yue all buddy buddy? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE TECHNICALLY BROTHER AND SISTER?!
About once every season I think about kerning (the double page spread as it exists in a print form, adjusting space for the spine) and there will not exist a greater kerning failure in manga than that one chapter of bleach where it’s a double spread of Ichigo lopping the top half of a building and directly in center, where we are supposed to look at, is the antagonist character
And the kerning in the volume is… well. You can see his ears
Two steps ahead.
Dipper was two steps ahead.
After all, words only affect those who have souls.
After all, a soul can't be forever tied to a wall.
At one point, it will just... let go.
I HATE MORAL OCD. well i shouldnt say hate thats a strong word. and i dont want to sound like i hate people WITH moral ocd because i dont of course. i just hate having it. but i shouldnt think that, i do like having morals, its just stressful to be thinking about them so constantly and scrutinizing every little thing i do or think. but really thats the least i could do so i should at least try, right? just because i suffer from— no, struggle with moral ocd doesn’t mean i should just stop thinking about things all together, thats not what im saying and i should make that clear, but i
probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
The vibes aren't vibing in here but the prophecy said I can't vibe elsewhere before I vibe here, so here I am.
Ahh this explains a bit. I have a good example for that.
I've gone climbing mountains so many times with my family but I always just remember how much it sucked getting up there. The mountains and the trees might as well have been cardboard cutouts.
And a few months later they would ask me if I love remembering the nature we saw, but I just can't. I would just remember that I declared cardio my mortal enemy and why and that's it.
people say folks with adhd struggle with "delayed rewards" aka long term goals and as such we tend to focus more on short term rewards. what they don't talk about is that at when we Do accomplish long term goals we don't actually feel anything proportionate to the amount of work we did to achieve it. In my head I suffered for a while and then money spontaneously appeared in my bank account.
Me looking at my cat begging me for food for the umpteenth time:
You are so cute. But so annoying.
And you're beginning to become very expensive.
But you're cute...
But you woke me up at 5am today.
But--
I realized I hadnt posted the birth of the sun here, the very beginning of the Celestial Somebody story! The first few pages are very scruffy and the colours change midway lol.
Welcome to the Universe, Sun!
one of the most frustrating moods is Desperate Need to Create Something, Anything + persistent lack of motivation/attention/ability/time/inspiration/energy to do so
“imagine caring so much about fiction” imagine being so lame that you scoff at the timeless human practice of falling in love with art and stories
"One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed."
- The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Sometimes things would just pile up until one thing triggers an explosion that will make me sink into a mess of emotions.
Those times I will say and think bad things about myself. Things I won't believe in their entirety two hours later. I will be angry, I will cry and I will be wrong.
In those moments, let me cry. Let me get the poison out. Eventually I'll start thinking logically again and will manage to convince myself that all those horrible things I thought about myself aren't the truth.
I will build myself back up again. But to do that without this structural collapse happening again in the future, I will first need to get that rotten wood away. I will need to break a few things, pull out a few rusty nails that are holding the planks in place.
I will need to look at the emptyness left behind and wonder, how could I ever fill it out again. I will immediately want to rebuild the place in the same shape it was, with the same type of wood. I would want to make it familiar once again. But even though I may try, it will never be the same.
But after the grief of losing this familiarity lessens, I will look at the new wood and think that, hey, it's actually pretty good looking. And hey, this one thing would absolutely fit alongside it. And so there will be a new familiar. A safer (healthier) familiar.
But to do all of that, I will need to get the poison out first.
Don't try polishing the wood. Don't try to convince me the wood can be fixed. Don't try filling up those holes. You don't live here. You can't fix this place when you don't know how it was built and how I spend my everyday here.
I know those creaks, those holes in the walls, those creepy stairwells. They know me too. They trust me to keep them in a good condition. Let me do that.
Just be ready with a snack for me when the rot is out. Keep me hydrated while I rebuild this place. Everything else will come later.
Acespec guy writing a ship: it's not romantic or sexual but bonded in a way that cannot and will not be labelled
merlin has more strength than me bc if I heard uther pendragon bitch and moan about how magic only brings harm after I just saved his sons life for the ten billionth time that year with my magic and almost died yet again, I fear id accidentally turn him into a log
more scammers to lovers au sketches since it’s become my whole personality apparently
bakugou bugging deku in the it department bc he’s on mandatory r&r and bored out of his mind doing desk work (ft. bonus tag-a-long sketch with important historical references)
This reminds me of that old meme of the Lammas with hats like:
Alastor: I stabbed him 37 times in the chest :)
Lucifer: Alastor! That kills people!
Lucifer: ...What happened to his hands? Why are they missing??
Alastor: Well, I may have cooked them up. And ate them :3
Lucifer: Alastor!
Alastor: I was craving hands. My stomach was making the rumbles that only hands would satisfy.
Lucifer: *has an existential crisis*
Human Alastor and Angel Lucifer AU by @ TonyxsteveStony on twitter
Their AU is cute like a fairytale
Unfinished but here you go for now
Damian walks up for the first time in his brand new school , his teacher by his side, he watches the other children playing. They run after each other and grab shoulders and arms.
"ADOPTED !" Yells one boy.
Quite suprise, Damian asks:
"What are they playing ?"
The teacher cringes hard but finds no good way to say it.
"Ehm....Bruce Wayne and the orphans...?"
I make it a point to compliment people when I like something about them. It doesn't matter if it's their hairstyle, clothes or music taste. It makes someone else feel good, while I try to overcome my social anxiety even a little bit.
The other day I complimented this super helpful shop assistant girl that had some cool tattoos. She didn't have to work so hard when I know most wouldn't do even half as much, but she did. And so I pushed myself a little too. She was kinda shocked but I would like to think it was pleasantly so.
Was anybody going to tell me that I can finally throw hands with the magic boar, or was I just supposed to find out I can do that by myself?
Guys I'm dying-
THIS IS THE OFFICIAL DUOLINGO TWEETING THIS-
(THE ACTUAL TWEET FOR PROOF-)
(Here's some fanart of this tweet-)
IT IS REAL.
DUOLINGO IS SHIPPING THEMSELF WITH ALASTOR-
I AM DYING HELP ME-