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and they were roommates…

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FIRST POST

With webby

I’d imagine Dewey is pretty careless so whoever gets preened by him ends up with missing feathers and a bald spot

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Assorted Ducktales 2017 text post edits! (under the cut to avoid dash clogging)

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Netflix really uploaded Nimona in its entirety on YouTube. With English subtitles. That’s really cool!

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Go watch it!

Edit: It isn't a rickroll guys 😭 idk why some of you think that 😭

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silly fox shenanigans

looks like a!aimsey took too long to repay a!guqqies grass… or they just wanted to be annoying ;)

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#aimsey fanart #guqqie fanart #aimseySMP #Biblically accurate a!guqqie #sunshipduo #sunshipduo fanart

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“Nothing can stop Della Duck!”

Robolegs are fun to draw, change my mind.

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The girls, grown.

#THE SILLIES #they are so silly #webby vanderquack #violet sabrewing #lena sabrewing #ducktales

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excerpt of a story I’ll never finish

The line between hero and villain is thin at best.

A perfect cut along the throat, blood dripping from the sharp blade of a knife that was passed down from father to son to brother to now a masked stranger. They think they understand the line, what it means, what it stands for. In their minds and deep in their hearts, they see the line as the divider, heroes safely standing on one side with villains spitting on the ground on the other. They believe that line is the pure difference between a hero and a villain – they have to, otherwise their reflection in the mirror becomes a little foggier than it did before, thin lines now cracks in the glass.

The sad reality they aren’t ready to admit to themselves yet is that there is no difference between a hero and a villain because as long as someone else has the pen, they will label them whatever best fits their story. The line between hero and villain is a one-sided mirror, an audience looking into a quiet room with a bunch of teenagers, broken kids who know only their own name and a vague belief instilled into their bones, but they second-guess, and they question, and they doubt. They were never given the chance to do so before.

When it’s all over, they will look around at the mess that they’ve made, confusion and anger and grief glistening in their eyes, wondering if they’ve won but never asking aloud, afraid the answer won’t wake them up from their nightmare.

Oh, but nobody ever wins, only the Gods with their quills that never run dry.

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one of the most isolating feelings in the world (happy pride month)

there’s a loneliness within you

that you don’t tell anyone about.

deep in your bones

as if you were born with it –

a small flaw in your code,

a mistake.

but nobody likes mistakes;

so you cover up with clothes

that don’t quite fit anymore,

and polite smiles that wear thin

when they aren’t looking at you.

you do as told.

you play the game

the way they wrote it.

lies and depict in the rules,

but god forbid you question.

(god forbid you exist.)

there’s a loneliness in you

and it lingers like a touch

on your skin,

your hair,

your body,

but you can’t wash it away

or drown it out with perfume.

most days, you tolerate it

because you don’t have a choice.

this is the way the game is played.

you either exist as a pawn on a board,

or you don’t exist at all.

the loneliness stings though, and

you don’t know how to tolerate that.

you aren’t sure if you were meant to.

but it burns on your skin

like something’s wrong,

and you think you know why,

but that’s not how this works.

that’s not how this game is played.

there’s a loneliness in you

and it spills through pitched voices

and clothes that aren’t yours but

they sit in your closest anyway.

a longing bitterness in your eyes

when you meet someone else’s,

swallowing back a timid ‘hello’,

because that’s not how this works.

but god, you’re getting sick of it.

there’s loneliness in you,

but there’s anger in you too.

banging against your lungs

every time you comply

and conform

and play the game

the way they wrote it.

but your lungs weren’t built for anger,

and so it starts to suffocate you,

choking you the way the game does.

tight around your throat so you don’t speak.

tight around your wrists so you don’t fight.

you weren’t built for anger,

but god, you’re full of it.

there’s a loneliness within you

and you notice it all the time,

though you act like you don’t.

when you’re in public with a friend

walking home from the movie theater,

glancing at the couple across the street —

hand-in-hand but it’s okay that they exist.

and your smile falters for a moment,

but your friend doesn’t catch it.

they usually don’t.

sometimes, at the dead of night,

you notice it when you’re wide awake,

thinking how society is centered around love.

everywhere you look,

everywhere you go,

except they’ll only accept

a specific kind of love with a certain look.

you play the part so well,

but it’s still not enough.

and there’s a loneliness in that too,

looking around at all the movies

and books and celebrities and people,

and feeling like you don’t quite fit.

a puzzle piece too big,

too colorful for their picture.

jagged edges from playing pretending,

but they’ll never take the blame for it.

there’s a loneliness within you

that you can’t tell anyone about.

you know someone might get it,

if not entirely, at least an idea of it,

but their loneliness is different than yours.

it still aches in their bones,

almost like a glitch in their system,

and they still play that stupid game

the way someone else wrote it,

but they’re a different piece,

playing a different part.

grief echoes the same,

but your anger is still yours.

the loneliness is still yours.

it exists in your bones,

in your body and your soul,

the same way you exist

in our hearts and in the world.

you exist,

and you exist so loudly.

and that’s okay.

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the loneliest hell to be in

i feel like i’m stuck at this age.

forever sixteen,

forever carrying heavy burdens

on weak shoulders.

growing up,

everyone would always hand me paints.

sometimes brand new,

still in its packaging,

the price on the bottom,

and sometimes leftovers,

with just enough for one more picture.

they’d point to a blank canvas,

always as tall as i never was,

and ask simple questions

i never had answers for.

what do you want to be

when you grow up?

where do you see yourself

in one year,

in five years,

in ten years?

always asking about a future

i never really saw for myself.

but i didn’t want to waste their paint,

so i did the best i could.

a teacher! a detective!

strokes turn to smudges over the canvas.

everything became blurry on purpose.

a writer! an author!

i couldn’t erase anything so i kept going,

painting over,

i want to go to college.

and over,

i want to be free.

and over.

everything became blurry on accident,

i want to be,

but they still wanted answers i couldn’t find.

and i want that to be okay.

i don’t think i ever set the brush down,

still painting away,

trying to make a masterpiece

out of a mess i couldn’t clean up.

so desperate to answer the question —

not for their sake, but for my own.

what did i want?

do i even still want anything?

a shame i wasted all that paint.

sometimes, i still feel like i’m a kid.

like i never grew up,

like i never knew how to.

not tall enough to climb onto the counters,

but i knew when to give orange pill bottles.

not young enough to be picked up and held,

but i could play pretend better than anyone.

my childhood was over before it ever started,

but it’s strange how i still cling to it anyway.

a child-like wonder

banging against bitter lungs,

but it spills out in excitement

i was told to contain and

happiness i had to mask.

then suddenly,

i feel too childish.

too immature.

too needy.

and i feel like i’m stuck at this age.

forever six,

forever never enough,

watching it all fall apart

before it had a chance to begin.

sometimes, i wonder if time left me behind.

i know how life works.

days turn into weeks,

and months turn into years,

and life does not stop just

because i need a moment to breathe.

but god, sometimes,

i feel like i got left behind.

time took my friends

and family and moved on

while i’m alone, stranded

somewhere in forever nine,

forever twelve,

forever eighteen.

it’s odd though.

i know time has left behind others,

a cruel act of a godless fate.

but it’s still a lonely feeling the same.

it’s lonely to feel like i’m stuck at this age.

forever eight,

forever saying good-bye.

i never realized how small kids are,

tiny hands with big, toothy grins.

was i ever that small,

they shouldn’t know how life works

or how time leaves everyone behind.

or have i always been this tall?

they have no concept of anything;

years have gone by,

but i don’t feel real.

a child-like wonder that i hope never fades.

i know i’ve aged,

but i still don’t feel real.

kids know about forever.

they think it’s a long time.

nobody wants to get stuck in it though,

and i feel like i’ll always be stuck at this age.

forever six,

forever sixteen.

forever and ever and ever.

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hello! i made a personality quiz based on the characters from Shifting Sunlight, an original universe created by aimsey and their chat! go take it and see who you’re most like!

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SHIFTING SUNLIGHT FANART

Juno, you flew

too close to the sun

but others burned

( Bloody version under the cut :) )

“If Alecs blood isn’t on your hands I’ll make sure yours is” - Helios Nox (probably)

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#shifting sunlight #aimsey #aimsey fanart #juno roman allistor #JUNO #digital art

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What all o these you won’t regret it

so, you've heard shows be recommended because they had gay characters. you don't really know what they're actually about though, and don't know if they'd be something you'd be into and are worried about spoilers. here's spoiler free plot summaries of em!

The Owl House

The Owl House starts out as a typical teenage girl goes into a fantasy realm story, but with a twist. Actions have consequences. The protagonist is a girl named Luz Noceda, who was being sent to a camp to make her behave normally by her mother after causing too much trouble at school. She ends up finding a place she's always dreamed of: a fantasy world. A world where everyone's so much weirder than she is. And she thinks, maybe if I don't belong out there, maybe people will like me here. Maybe I can be special here.

It's a story about found family, propaganda, erased history, living with disability, religious trauma, and neurodivergence. It's fundamentally a show about people who's brains work differently finding each other and making a family that treats them right. Definitely my favorite of the ones on this list. It's about people who've been oppressed being pissed about it and about finding yourself again after giving up on everyone around you for so long. It's basically a show about being a minority and trying to be understood and to understand yourself in the process. It's about growing up neurodivergent and how isolating it feels and figuring yourself out. It's about repairing broken relationships and parents who fuck up. And it's just. Such a love letter to anyone who was the weird kid in school. It's sad and heartbreaking and also so hopeful, and it's wonderful.

Content warnings: Abuse, Death, Grief, Animal Death, Suicidal thoughts, Vague suicide attempts, Depression, blink and you'll miss it s/h, body horror, religious trauma

She Ra and the Princesses Of Power

Adora was raised in the Horde since she was a baby, being fed propaganda about how cruel the princesses were. After learning how the horde actually was, though, she defects. But there's one problem. Her best friend, Catra, stays behind. Adora finds a sword that can transform her into She Ra, and might be the key to figuring out who she really is, while Catra takes her place as force captain.

It's a story about abuse, at the end of the day. Adora and Catra were stuck in a golden child and scapegoat dynamic, despite how much they care about each other. This leads to them knowing everything about each other but not understanding it. There's a fundamental disconnect between them, because both of their traumas are completely different. They have complete misconceptions about each other. Even in their initial split, they both have completely different perceptions of what's going on and why the other is upset. It's not a story about magic princesses, it's about the cycle of abuse and what makes it so complicated. Does it have flaws? Yeah. But ultimately I really really enjoy it, and when it does something right it does something RIGHT. Get through season one, it starts kids show-y but it gets very good during later s1.

Content warnings: Abuse (obviously), body horror, gaslighting (and I mean actual gaslighting, not what the Internet thinks gaslighting is), suicide, depression, flashing lights and eyestrain during the finale

Steven Universe

Steven Universe is a sins of the father story. Steven is the son of the leader of the rebel group The Crystal Gems, who's name was Rose Quartz. He navigates the confusion of being half gem and half human, as well as trying to figure out the mess of the rebellion and what his mother left behind. He's constantly in her shadow, for better or for worse.

It's a story about grief. How it impacts relationships, how it taints history, how it impacts family. It has some definite flaws, but ultimately it's about very flawed people who have lost so many people in their life trying to cope with it. Trying to handle what they lost and trying to adjust to life without them. It's about how expectations fuck a kid up and about agency and just a show about complicated relationships in general, at the end of the day. Also, it has some FANTASTIC music.

Content warnings: Grief, Abuse, body horror, very creepy people I don't know how to tag, heavy allegories for homophobia

Nimona

Nimona is a story about a guy who gets framed for murder. His name is Ballister Boldheart, a commoner who hoped to become a knight. It seemed everyone was waiting to watch him fail, so it was no surprise when he was the immediate target. Heavily injured and away from the man he loves, he's left alone trying to figure out a way to prove his innocence- until a strange kid comes into his life. This kids name is Nimona, and while he is intent on proving his innocence, she gave up on being anything but a villain a long time ago.

It's about deconstructing the model minority myth, trans rage, propaganda, and with a healthy dose of "FUCK the police".

Content warnings: Heavy injury, on screen suicide attempt, flashing lights

feel free to add more shows! just remember to keep the summaries as spoiler free as you can and add content warnings!

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I have realized that the perfect form of media must have a delicate balance between absolutely heart wrenching pure emotional devastation and the most ridiculous nonsense you have ever seen in your whole life

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This is an appreciation post for the fanfic authors who aren’t included on rec lists

For the fanfic authors who don’t get art of their fics

For the fanfic authors who can’t get to 1000/500/100 hits

For the fanfic authors who don’t get comments/reviews

For the fanfic authors who write for small fandoms

For the fanfic authors who write rarepairs or gen fics

For the fanfic authors who get hate for the ships/characters/fandoms they write

For the fanfic authors who write in English despite it not being their first language

For the fanfic authors who don’t write in English

For the fanfic authors who don’t think anyone reads or likes their work

For the fanfic authors who aren’t big name fans

For the fanfic authors who don’t get requests in their inboxes

For the fanfic authors who can’t write stories that are more than a thousand words

For the fanfic authors who only write one ship

For the fanfic authors who are just starting

For the fanfic authors who have been writing fic for years

For the fanfic authors who use fanfic to practice writing

For the fanfic authors who write self-insert fics

For the fanfic authors who write about their OCs

For the fanfic authors who write to vent or cope

For the fanfic authors who are just waiting for their big break

Keep creating, I love you ❤️

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female protagonists will literally go through 30 life altering traumas at the age of 16 and you ppl still have the audacity to call them annoying bc they cry about it and act like teenage girls