#BUT HERE I AM I CANT FUCKING

[katabay]

PERCEVAL THE UNHAPPY, THE MISERABLE, THE UNFORTUNATE, THE FISHER KING!

Perceval, de Troyes (trans. Burton Raffel)

ALRIGHT alright. so previously I did an illustration that explained the premise of all this, that it's inspired by the narrative choices that Bresson made in his film Lancelot du Lac etc

to dive in more into it (because this is something like derivative fiction. I'm putting concepts into a blender and seeing what comes out of it): the setting is haunted by the previously existing narratives that started cannibalizing each other until it regurgitates itself into the more well known narrative beats, and something else about the invasive rot of christianity and empire mythmaking into settings. it's an intertextual haunting, if you will! and this scene takes place during the grail quest narrative, but the temptation of Perceval plays out differently.

in both Chretien (and Wolfram's) Perceval narratives, what 'wakes' Perceval up (in more ways than one. desire and self actualization in one go!) is seeing knights, something his mother tried hard to keep him from. so instead of the temptation of lust & etc in the Morte narrative taking the form of a lady, it takes the form of a knight. the temptation to renounce one's faith to serve something else remains.

so Perceval still stabs himself, but instead of continuing on the grail quest in the shadow of Galahad, he becomes the narrative's Fisher King because his earlier state of being as a the grail quest hero is creeping back into his marrow. it was waiting for an opening, and stabbing yourself in the thigh is one hell of a parallel!!!

that wound isn't going to heal buddy, and the state of the setting will now be reflected on your body. sure hope that Arthur hasn't like. corrupted the justice of the land or anything. that sure would suck for your overall health.

all the red in this sequence is because in de Troyes' Perceval, Perceval takes the armor of the Red Knight and becomes known as the Knight in Red.

and now for the citations, which I will try to order in a way that makes sense!

Seeing Knights For The First Time

Perceval, de Troyes (trans. Burton Raffel)

The Temptation of Perceval

Le Morte Darthur, Mallory (modernized by Baines)

The Fisher King, and Perceval The Unfortunate

Perceval, de Troyes (trans. Burton Raffel)

On Perceval and Gender, etc.

Clothes Make The Man: Parzival Dressed and Undressed, Michael D. Amey

On Wounds

Wounded Masculinity: Injury and Gender in Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte Darthur, Kenneth Hodges

The Red Knight

Perceval, de Troyes (trans. Burton Raffel)

On Arthur and the Corruption of Justice

The Failure of Justice, the Failure of Arthur, L.K. Bedwell

#long post #GOD IS IT A LONG POST #i am so so sorry for that. #knights knights knights! #komiks tag #blood cw #if it wasn't clear: i dislike galahad so much. he represents so much i cant stand and worst of all he ROBBED MY MAN #OF HIS NARRATIVE #but like. what's christianity but theft acting uwu innocent about all the shit they did tbqh #fucking. la croix jesus christ over here. #sir perceval

[heartorbit]

WHEEEEEE

#project sekai #pjsk #prsk #emu otori #i drew this insteabd of payong attention to class. Sorry. #And am posting it while i wait for the bus. I ha e sleey disease #SLEEPY. #emu otori from um . fortntie #Rhebusihesjehr THE BUS IS HERE BYYE #edit ok im back waiting for my transfer BROTHER. THE ANNIVIERYUAEYH it got me so fucked up prsk you crazy son of a gun #I THINK THE NEW OUTFITS ARE RLLY CUTE MIKU SOOOO KITTY #im almost done with all of my commsni dont think i will open them again this semester. or next. summer. Im sho tired #my assignments r fun but theyre like big. Theyrbe large #my prof said he was gonna make us make fur/sonas for an assignment hut didnt want to get fired. dont be a coward #proseka autism is killinng me i cant lie WHY IS DARKNESS FESTA TIERING SO FUCKING CRAZY #IVE NEVER EVER SEEN THE 10K CUTOFF REACH A MILLION POINTS ON EN. USUALLY WE SLACK SO HARD. COME ON #im so sleepy and have things to do please sotp it AND CURTAINCALL IM GONNA BE SICK I CANT TRHJNK ABOUT IT

[edensbackyard]

I am going insane over tmagp

#the magnus protocol #the magnus archives #tmp fanart #tma fanart #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #hello jon apologies for the deception #i am so fucking here for tmp #cant wait for it to consume my fuckin life like tma did

[pempempemto]

i cant do this no more u guys

#what the fuck what the fuck #alex hirsch i will break into your house and eat your walls #i cant do this again oh god #POITNGING AT THAT YELLOW FUCKC WHAT ARE YOY DOUNG HERE #GET OUT #I CAMAT DO THIS SGAAIAGAIN #gravity falls #alex hirsch #bill cipher #book of bill #i heard of the news yesterday at MIDNIGHT #IT TOOK ME TWO HOURS TO GO TO SLEEP I AM GOING TO KILL THAT TRIANGLE

[sunnibits]

“clean yourself up and come find me, we have much work to do” vs. “clean up your own fucking mess, I’m not doing it, been doing it all my fucking life”

two different scenes of Ed visiting a very vulnerable Izzy in bed… very different dynamics in both………

do you get it…. do you understand me……..

#I cant. i cant even express what I’m trying to say here but like #there are Paralells #I can fucking smell them. #I just cant put words to it yet #but like. I am so unwell. #blackhands #edizzy #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #izzy hands #ed teach

[unexpectedbrickattack]

babpy.

#pizza tower #peppino #arts #mine #happy pride; heres a little otter for u #hes like very early 20s here #happy and unbothered before the Horrors happened #it is NOT his 30s bc he needs to exude raw dilf energy by that point #but for now he is anxious and sweet and awkward #not that i dont draw him like that already but its like 10x here #its PALPABLE #okay mwah i will hopefully come back w more than just sketches that mean nothing skjfsdjkfdhfhsk #i have LITERALLY been on this commission for WEEKS i need someone to take me out back and put me out of my misery i swear #im going to finish the lines TODAY like i cant be this person i cant keep coming back to this fucking comm w no progress ill simply Die #its like singlehandedly preventing me from doing anything else; its making a mental block waaaaaaaau #but i feel like i am breaking through it today. at least i HOPE i am sdkjfsdjkfjsdkf #um if u are still here ilu. send me some anons; i want to be chatty but the messages i have feel like i need to respond w essays #and i literally. cannot. #at least until i get my head screwed on properly again

[dizzybizz]

😀 i love setting out to draw 1 character multiple times but ending up drawing multiple characters 1 time instead 😀 i love it so much 😀

#honestly the qi rong is still my fav.... first one i did.. its jsut so yummy to me ok #the he xuan too.. other two can go fuck off for all i care #i only care for the left side of this canvas #also i feel like i channeled my mbj design while trying to draw he xuan 😔 i cant help it--- like theyre both nonhumans with black n blue #color schemes in my head and.. yeah.. imean he xuan is water and mobei-jun is ice it makes sense in my mind #but also imagining that he xuan design absolutely tearing into food is cracking me up.. i just need to draw him enjoying a nice meal fr.. #tian guan ci fu #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #the four calamities #qi rong #hua cheng #he xuan #bai wuxiang #my art #me @ everyone: you get long pointy ears 🥰🥰🥰. (gets to bwx) ... not you tho 🥰🥰🥰 #i should draw every tgcf i want to so bad #you will never guess who my favs are i am so not predictable i am so unpredictable you would never see it coming you would never guess im s #i feel like i havent done a lot of tgcf posting on here tho.... . i mean my initial hyperfixation on it was last year i believe?? #but i never really stopped thinking about adghasdhgahdjhafa

[smoosnoom]

(tturing)

#me versys this gif . AGAIN #gif makers u are all so much stronger than i will ever be #this is so hard to make . oh my god #i literally said i wouldnt ever do this again and Yet . here i am . #. anythign 4 byler i guess #abyway #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #mw #magic #gif #also . did anyone know tumblr doesnt loop gifs if theyre too large . BECAUSE I DIDNT #so fucked up #anyway if u saw me post and then delete this #that is why . tumblr my wordt enemy for Real #oh mygod i just want to further the gay i know what u are mike wheeler agenda #cant a girl post a gif without complications #anyway #byebyeee

[strawberryspence]

Steve Harrington has always loved the sky.

How vast, and complex, and free it is. How it changes colors with the season and weather. Sunsets and sunrises, and the things they signify. Some may hate the way it makes them feel smaller, but Steve loves it. He feels safe being a tiny particle under this big sky.

At the early age of six, Steve remembers his mother, sitting beside him in the garden. She was the one who thought him cloud watching. Laying mindlessly in the garden, as they both point out at shapes at the blue sky. There’s a cup, a shape of a heart, a bear. One even looked like a guitar! It was one of the only things they did together for fun.

At thirteen, the sky becomes Steve’s only companion. His parents has left him again, alone in a big quiet house. He’s been in the pool for almost three hours, floating aimlessly as he stares at the sky. There’s different shapes, and it makes him a little less lonely knowing that he’s at least not alone as long as he’s under the big sky.

At seventeen, Steve finds the beauty in the night sky. The dark canvas, with the shining stars and the moon looking down at him. He doesn’t cry, because Harrington’s don’t cry. But there he was, laid in his backyard, nursing a broken heart from the first person he’s ever loved. He’s alone again, and he thinks he’ll always be alone. Just him and the big vast sky. However, there’s more important things now, more than heartbreaks and loneliness, like 12 year olds that get experimented in labs, a girl getting pulled in his pool and to her death and monsters living underneath him. Although underneath the big dark sky, Steve feels like he’s being wrapped in it’s darkness, almost like a comforting blanket.

At eighteen, Steve finds a real friend. Not the sky, but Robin Buckley. A friend he found under the night sky as the place they met went into flames, including Billy Hargrove and Jim Hopper. It’s cruel, but one of the things Steve has learned is that there’s always lost, and there’s always gain. Two nights after the fire, Steve asks, if Robin would lay beside her on the ground. They watch as dark sky turns as the sun rises, too scared to go back to sleep because only then can the nightmares haunt them again. They watch as colors mix from darkness to brightness, and the for the first time in a while, he has someone there with him.

At nineteen, Steve meets Eddie Munson. Really meets him, a brand new slate from what they had in high school. It’s the night just after they come back from the upside down, his bits have been eaten and they’ll probably go back there again tomorrow. Nancy has some kind of plan and he wants to sleep, but he can’t. They sit at the back of the trailer, away from people that could see them (specifically Eddie) smoking a cigarette.

“I can’t believe you guys have been doing this for years.” Eddie says, disbelief apparent in his voice.

Steve shrugs, “I don’t either. They’re—“ He pauses, thinks about El who’s only 15 and has the weight of the world on her shoulders, thinks of Will who’s been through hell and death, thinks of Max who’s still grieving her dead brother only for it to be used to lure her into death, he thinks of the kids, the kids who’s all barely 15 fighting this entity, “They’re all too young for this.” He finishes.

Eddie gives him a look, Steve doesn’t like it. It feels like he’s being studied, he feels naked under Eddie’s eyes. Like he can see through him, see the pieces Steve has hidden for so long.

“You’re young too.” Eddie answers back, tilting his head, “You, Robin, Nancy, even me.”

Steve shrugs, “I guess. I just want this to end already.”

Eddie looks away, staring at the skies as it finally starts changing its hues.

“I don’t really like sunrises.” Steve looks at him, offended and ready to defend his dear old companion.

But Eddie continues, “I’ve always liked the sunsets more, you know? Sunsets are— endings. But they show you that even endings could be beautiful.”

Steve stares at him, watching silently as Eddie smokes. Steve knows the sun is rising now, and he’s never been one to miss it when it’s right in front of him. But there’s something about the way the different colors are hitting Eddie’s face, the light dancing on his skin and his brown eyes illuminating the colors, like it’s lighting him up in ways Steve has never seen before. It’s breathtaking, Eddie’s breathtaking and it makes him feel things he’s never felt before.

When the silence grows heavy, Eddie breaks it with, “Plus I really like it when the sky turns orange.”

It’s the first time Steve has ever ignored the sky.

At nineteen, Steve learns that the sky could also be red. He doesn’t remember much, just Dustin crying over Eddie’s body as the red sky above him thunders on, menacing and cackling at their demise. The clock just struck, four fault lines running across the town above him. Vecna got Max and Eddie’s dead in Dustin’s arms. It’s hard to look up at the sky then, when they finally emerge from hell. Steve thinks that no clear blue sky, or no dark starry night, can ever give him comfort again.

At twenty, almost three months from the first Vecna fight, the sky is permanently gray and stormy. Steve Harrington is bones and meat. Nothing else. He is nothing but a body, weary of the life that has been given to him. They fight for the last time. Steve wants to run away, pack his bag and never look back but as long as his under this fucking sky, he will always remember that he abandoned them. He fights, he fights, he fights. Eddie’s dead, and Max is in a coma, and Steve Harrington fights until it ends.

They get Max back, but she’s forever changed by the experience. They win, the skies turn back to blue and Steve wants to vomit. If this is what it means to win, then why does he want to die? Why does winning feel so much like losing?

At twenty-two, Steve moves to Boston with Robin and Nancy. It’s a weird group, his best friend and her girlfriend, who was also his ex-girlfriend. But they’re Steve’s family (aside from the kids) and he’d go anywhere if Robin asks. He hasn’t laid in his back to watch the clouds in three years, he hasn’t stayed up to look at the night sky, he hasn’t watched the morning sun rise to it’s beauty and he hasn’t watched the sunset in a while.

It’s a conversation they’ve always avoided. Robin knows that Steve used to love the sky, he told her just as much, how it feels like a companion he’s always had. She doesn’t know why he stopped, why he stopped looking up and pointing out random shapes, or random constellations. Why he hasn’t been waking her up in the morning just so he can show her the sky changing to another beautiful color, morning after morning. All she knows was it stopped after Eddie died.

Eddie’s death has always been hard for the three of them. This one person who’ve they known for almost a week, leaving such a big impression in their lives. She knows Nancy has stash of metal music, smiling with a sad grin whenever Metallica comes on. Robin has multiple guitar pins, always an electric guitar in the color red, pinned in her coat, in her bag, in her bedroom and anywhere else she can stick it on. And Steve, well, Robin held his hand as he got his first tattoo. A D20 dice, just above his demobat scar. Robin’s still not sure if he cried because of the pain of the needle or the pain of having the same scar, in the exact same place, of someone who didn’t survive it.

It all comes out one day. The anniversaries has always been harder, not only were they far away from the kids, but the Vecna spring anniversary always hits them the hardest. It’s also Eddie’s death anniversary, to make it worse. Robin plans it all out, they stay in all day. Just watch movies, eat snacks, stay wrapped in comfortable blankets. The three of them fall asleep in the middle of their fourth movie of the day, all tangled together and it’s days like this— like this that makes it harder to ignore the fact that it should’ve been the four of them rather than just three.

Robin wakes up with Steve not beside her, Nancy still sleeping peacefully beside her. The digital clock— they all can’t stand the silent tick tocking of a clock, reminds them too much of a grandfather clock, no matter how big or small— blinks at her, it’s almost 5:21 in the afternoon. From where she is sitting, she can feel the cold wind brushing her feet, the door of the apartment balcony open. She stands up, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders and walking out to the small balcony.

It’s a surprise to see her soulmate watching the sky start to change colors, the sun impending to set in a few more minutes.

“You’re watching the sunset.” Robin states, making Steve look up at her.

“Yeah.” He replies.

Robin sits beside him, putting the half of the blanket on his shoulder, the half on hers. They watch as the colors start to change. The blue shifting to pink and purple.

“I stopped watching the sky because of Eddie.” Steve starts, startling Robin. It’s been a conversation waiting to happen for years now, but she didn’t think it would happen today. She finds her footing almost immediately, “Why’s that?”

Steve isn’t looking at her, just watching as the sky dances in front of him. Robin have imagined hundreds of ways that this conversation could go but she never expected him to say, “I think I could’ve loved him. Sometimes, I think I do love him.” She had her suspicions, that maybe her bestfriend isn’t entirely straight. But she didn’t connect the dots that it was Eddie who made him realize this.

Steve continues, “He said he loved sunsets, he loves when it turns orange. Because it showed people that endings could also be beautiful.”

Steve has watched maybe hundreds, maybe thousands of sunsets in his life. But this one— they stay quiet, Nancy comes out a little later, sitting on Steve’s other side and holding his hand through the sunset. Together they watch as the day of the anniversary ends, with what Steve could only call the most beautiful sunset he’s ever seen in his life. It turns into the most beautiful hue of orange and Steve breaks.

“That’s him.” Robin tells him, as she wraps him into a hug, as Steve finally cries on her shoulders, both grief and pain chocking him as he sobs harder, “It’s okay. Eddie’s okay now, and he’s letting us know. We’ll be okay.”

“We’ll be okay.” Nancy reassures, hugging the two of them.

Only then does Steve find comfort in the sky again, with the two people he loves and he knows loves him and under the sky as an old friend watches over.

At twenty-six, Steve graduates with a Bachelor of Science, majoring in Atmospheric Science.

Steve doesn’t avoid the sky anymore, he studies it now, writes the weather news for a big Boston channel. He stops to point out random objects in the sky, has a telescope set up for constellations. He drinks a hot cup of coffee, every morning, watching as the sun rises.

He lays in the grass with Dustin and Suzie’s son and teaches him how to cloud watch. He takes time to send reminders to Max and Lucas to wear a raincoat if he sees that it’s going to rain in California. He talks to Will and Mike for hours, just trying to describe to them a weather phenomenon so Will could draw it and Mike could write it for their latest best-selling comics. He knits El a gorgeous sky blue scarf, because he knows how cold it gets in New York.

Wayne calls him, every other day, to ask how the weather is in Boston and Steve asks how the weather is in Indiana. Steve spends a few months in a year in the guest room of the farm house Joyce and Hop bought in 1986. He stays and writes about the stars and the planets, because the skies are so much clearer in rural places.

He still lives with Robin and Nancy, but they’ve moved to a house now. He’s got equipment for sky watching at the backyard and the girls surprised him with sunroof in his office. They have a dog named Hetfield and cat named Sabbath.

And more than anything, Steve loves sunsets. He has the time of every sunset for everyday charted in his room. He stops, whatever he is doing, however important it is, just to go out and get a glimpse of the sun setting. Sometimes, at home, the girls accompany him, like an unspoken ritual, to just watch the sun setting. He waits for it to turn into some shade of orange and smiles when it turns to the color.

It’s a hello, a how are you, a comfortable hug.

It’s an old friend in the form of the sky.

It’s Eddie Munson just checking in.

→ @undreaming-fanfiction’s beautiful addition (p2)

→ dustin henderson & sunsets (p3)

-> the alternate nicer, fluffier sunrise fic

#i am fucking psychopath #i am sorry #i cried writing this and then i said i should not post this #like this is cruelity #but i cant #its here #its for you #goodbye #daerants #steddie rants #dae writes #daeheadcanons #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson angst #steddie fanfic #steddie fic rec #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanon #tw mcd #tw major character death

[mamawasatesttube]

superboy (1994) #84

anywhoozies. throwback to that time kon destroyed every single gun in LA with a single ttk surge

#rimi talks #the thing about ttk is like. yeah yeah its a running gag in yj98 that he doesnt shut up about it and bart wants to beat him senseless #but also its legit SUCH a fucking cool and also REALLY OP superpower #the amount of control it must take to encompass an entire CITY in his aura and then ONLY damage the guns. #listen i know i go insane about this bit regularly but also ITS INSANE ITS FUCKING BONKERS THATS SO FUCKING OP. #and on TOP of this he gets all of superman's powers. bro... #i cant lie i cant blame him for never shutting up abt ttk because hes right its cool as Fuck #if it were me i would also never shut up about it #i will stop here i will spare you all my further ramblings but please know i am Fucking Bonkers about ttk at all times. 24/7. #kon

[doodlebloo]

I’m sure I’ve said this but Penelope Scott “Feel Better” is so c!Tubbo it’s actually insane.

#i think i might have died there twice and i would do it all again... im a nihilist a soldier an ocd machine... LMANBERG TRAUMA!!! #i guess i really loved you and now youre over there and im way over here what am i gonna do... EXILE TRAUMA! #i was worth something i fucking earned something i had a right to live a right to die a right to choose too... NEEDING TO FEEL USEFUL! #i dont wanna get over it id give anything to miss you again... REPRESSION OF EMOTIONS! #HE DOESNT MISS HIS DEAD LOVED ONES BC THEY ALWAYS COME BACK AND HE CANT AFFORD TO LET HIMSELF GRIEVE.! #all my filthy life i loved someone i barely knew... HE BARELY EVEN KNEW CRANBOO.! #DO YOU HEAR ME IS ANYONE THEREEEEEE #IF I COULD DRAW ID MAKE THE MOST SOUL CRUSHING ANIMATIC...... #doodle.txt

[fairycosmos]

supposed to be my first payday today and they haven't paid me 😐

#literally been working here 3 weeks ive already done loads for them do they think this shit is for free i have #fucking bills to pay and people to look after this is too much why cant anything just work out for once why is it always like this #i am literally going to lose it ive fucking had enough

[majachee]

Sensory issues 🤯 autism? 🤨💥

#maja needs to shut up tag #tmnt 1987 #ACOUSTIC TURTLES YEAAHHHH 🗣🗣🗣 #i am well aware i am grasping at straws here but. listen. #delete later #i am literally so sensitive to so many fabrics. i wear xxL tshirts despite really only needing an L or xL depending on the brand #xxxl shirts? THE BEST. SO BIG AND LOOSE. YEAAAHHH. fuck jeans but i love loose jorts. #lost like 20 pounds lately so i probably need slightly smaller sizes now but OUUUGH #i literally cant wear 80% of cute clothes i wanna wear cuz sensory issues dawg

[levinbolts]

nothing sexier than a skilled, effortlessly lethal man

#ffxvi #barnabas tharmr #POSTING IT HERE TOO BC !!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD #I DIDN'T REALIZE I WAS SHAKING REWATCHING THIS UNTIL IT WAS OVER #THE FACT THAT CLIVE WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD SECONDS IN????? IF BARNABAS HAD BEEN FIGHTING HIM SERIOUSLY???? WIHT ONE HAND ????? #SWORDSMEN I LOVE U SO #WALOEDER SWORDSMEN I LOVE U EVEN MORE #benedikta girl u were so real i would have also fucked both him and cid if given the chance #his little fucking chuckles and smirks during...........sir i am on my knees #the one specifically where he realizes that clive is protecting jill and joshua......and then immediately picks up a RANDOM SWORD #AND TUCKS HIS ARM BEHIND HIS BACK #ok its slepnir's sword so not completely random bUT ITS NOT ODINS #i would die for u i would end it all right here and now jsut say the word #i am NOT !!!!!!!! DOING WEL L!!! #I NEED HIM #his fucking thigh garters???????? the expensive ass shirt ????????/// #WHO GOES INTO BATTLE LIKE THAT BARNABAS #GODDDDDDDDDDDD #I NEED HIM TO STEP ON ME RIGHT TF NOW #IS HE A LITTLE INSANE ????? YEAH BUT THATS FINE I CANT FIX HIM BUT I CAN FUCK HIM #i woul d die for him i would so fast #my king wants me to become an akashic??? say less !!! goodbye free will !!!!!!!!!!!! #barnabas tharmr my favorite cult leader <3 #ok im done i htink #GRRRRRRRRRRRR BARK BARK BARK GRRRRR BAR K BARK #ok now im done

[arom-antix]

@fishshit I consider your post canon so I made it

Edit: I FOUND IT

Edit 2: Yakov trauma

Edit 3: I lied, here's the design rant

#i cant find the original post T_T #im going to search your entire blog if i have to #i will find it #anyway in the mean time heres something that started as a sketch and then went completely out of control and i am not sorry #i am beyond repentance you could say #it took me at least three tries to spell that word right on the illustration and english can go die #viktor deserves to be dramatic as fuck #yakovs aura was made of retirement papers when viktor showed him this #especially when viktor added that “oh by the way ill be wearing a big ass luxury designer fur coat” and then skated away #have fun deciphering the meaning behind all my design choices #for once i will not rant about them #ruins the fun #but if youre interested i do have a breakdown ready at your leasure #im sorry ive been listening to the song for hours now while drawing this and it just fits viktor so well i cannot #this is canon in my heart #arom antix art #arom antix #art #yuri on ice #yoi #yuri on ice fanart #yoi fanart #fanart #viktor nikiforov #also i am so sorry the mukbang comic is taking so long i swear i havent forgotten #some of it is done but its far from finished but itll happen #im going to finish it and you can quote me on that and come to my house and whack me with a newspaper until i do it if you want to #collab #religious imagery

[kiwibirb1]

I'm so fucking scared about KOSA please people don't let this pass dont let these things be censored don't block us from our safe spaces please please please stop KOSA if I had links I would give them do everything you can it will save lives

#kosa #fuck kosa #stop kosa #kids online safety act #kosa bill #stop the kids online safety act #please people #this is so incredibly important #i try to stay silly and cool and at least escape from the real world here #but this not just tumblr the communities ive interacted with have become a huge part of myself and learning who i am #dont let them do this #please #i cant breathe when i think about this #kosa 2024 #kosa bill 2024 #STOP KOSA 2024 #PLEASE WE NEED YOU #pinned post