#are they good? bad? i’m not sure

[suja-janee]

Bireena request: 2/5 (request from anonymous)

Uhh slight boobie warning under the cut vvv

The titan versions get along a little TOO well hehehehehehehhehehe

#sus tag #bireena #bi han x sareena #sareena x bi han #bi Han #sareena #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #titan bi han #sub zero #mortal kombat mythologies #so yeah I don’t think bi Han can sing really #big bro needs some cough drops first #I’ve heard someone ai generate him singing and it almost cause me permanent damage 💀 #I don’t think he can dance either since he seems to be more focused on physical strength than gymnastics unlike Kuai Liang #but I think titan bi Han is nice enough that he’d make an attempt for Sareena #he’s just built different #a good guy..l well I mean not perfect I’m sure his kill count is just as bad as regular bi Han #but I think he took steps to ensure he’d be a better person #headcanon- Sareena is dead in his universe along with many of his loved ones so he has survivors guilt #which led him to becoming a better person #basically living his life they way he thought they’d want him to #for Sareena.. bi Han is dead in her universe so seeing this one nearly broke her heart again but she saw the significant improvement #she probably became the way she is because she got sick of people losing themselves to temptation on evil #so she’s probably got the same motives as Ashrah #also she’s got a daughter from her bi Han before he died #so it came as a shock when titan bi Han met the lil one #BUT ANY WAY THIS IS ALL NONSENSE #imma stop rambling for now #my art

[jtkys]

Gojo is a better man than me because I assure you leave me around this man for more than 5 seconds and I’m on my knees confessing my undying love for him SUGURU ONE CHANCE. PLEAAAASEEEE

#would you believe that when I first got into jjk I was like yeah so what’s so good about him I don’t see the appeal #I’m a changed man I swear #HES SO CUTIE PATOOTIE OH AND HIS SMILE AND HIS HAIR AND HIS VOICE 🙁🙁 #what a pleasant young man I’m sure nothing bad will happen to him. #how does he have haters he’s literally my?? my wife??? #plwas I love him #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto #jjk geto #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen geto

[harmonictechnicality]

Eddie’s Memory Log Day 1:

part 2 here | part 3 here | part 4 here | part 5 here | part 6 here

(ao3 link here)

The only reason Steve volunteers to keep a journal to track Eddie Munson’s skim-milk memories, is because of the twerps.

They have school, they can’t commute to the government-protected hospital that’s all the way in the city. That, and they gave Steve this well-rehearsed, tearjerker performance about how grateful they would be.

About how grateful Eddie would be.

Pfft like shit on a stick, he’ll be grateful. The dude doesn’t even remember how old he is, how the hell is supposed to be grateful for Steve Harrington jotting down notes in binder?

But those kids have been through Spielberg-level disaster shit. Steve has too, but they’re just kids.

So he’ll do it. He’ll do it for them and only them.

Eddie knows his name today.

He’s pissy - he’s always pissy cause Eddie is battered up beyond belief. But still, he’s extra pissy today because Dustin is his favorite visitor and he hasn’t stopped by in almost a week.

Eddie knows Dustin’s name today too.

And guess who’s his least favorite visitor?

“Harrington.” Eddie grumbles, mouth full of lime jello. “Who paid you to be here today?”

Remembers Steve’s name… last name.

“No one.” Steve makes himself comfy in the vinyl armchair. “Call me crazy, but I’m not too big on taking lunch money from sophomores.”

Speaking of which…

“Do you know you know how old you are?”

Eddie crumples the plastic jello container. “You’re a patronizing sack of shit.”

Steve rolls his eyes, starts to write down:

Eddie doesn’t know his age.

“Twenty.”

Eddie does know his age (20).

“Swell.” Steve fakes his amusement. The kids are much better at cheerleading Eddie along in this process. But Steve’s poker face is nonexistent. Sarcasm and assholery occupy every seat in his brain these days.

They go through a few more questions before Eddie begins to get tired. He’s tired a lot, even though the coma knocked him out for almost four months.

Guess holding hands with Death really takes it out of a person.

Eddie doesn’t know his birthday.

But Eddie does remember it’s in the winter (has a memory of seeing leafless trees from an early childhood birthday party).

Eddie remembers his uncle’s name.

Eddie doesn’t remember which street he lives on.

Eddie has a headache (that’s not a memory thing - he’s just told Steve a thousand times now).

“I’ll let you rest.” Steve folds the binder shut, sort of desperate to do anything to get Eddie to stop whining. Seriously, he thought this guy was funnier pre-bat attack.

Eddie doesn’t remember he has a sense of humor.

“You don’t have to stay, you know.” Eddie settles into his pillows.

Steve shrugs, puts his hands behind his head. “I took the bus from Hawkins today. The next one doesn’t leave for another few hours.”

“Still… it’s a city, right? You can go explore or whatever. Be a tourist.”

Yeah Eddie’s persuasive skills aren’t completely back either, it’s all very half-assed.

“Been here before.” Steve lounges deeper into the squeaky chair material. “I’m good.”

“Probably haven’t seen everything is all I’m saying -”

“Do you want me to leave that bad?”

Steve doesn’t shout, but his tone takes up space. Makes the room feel crowded with accusations and cutthroat honesty.

Eddie stares back hard. Sometimes, he doesn’t look like Eddie Munson - he looks like this war victim with knotted-up hair and sulky brown eyes.

Like a John Doe cadaver - tagging his foot with the possibility of Eddie Munson.

Anyways, that’s how he looks right now as he stares at Steve. Barely Eddie.

“Just. I don’t know you.” That’s a shitty ass comeback for someone with a memory-tank that’s perpetually blinking with the low-engine light on. 

Eddie continues with his weak argument. “Were we close enough back home that you’d stay here while I sleep?”

Eddie doesn’t remember Steve ignoring him in high school for four years.

Steve finds no reason to lie. “No. We weren’t close at all.”

“Right.” Eddie nods once. “So why do this? What are you getting out of this?”

This is a complicated situation to explain to anyone, let alone to someone with fuzzy comprehension abilities. But Steve gives it a whirl:

“Look, we have mutual friends that are… younger. Dustin’s age. And whether I like it or not, they’re like siblings to me now - I’d do anything for them. But they’re in school, they can’t be here every day like I can.”

“Why can you be here?” Eddie asks.

“I lost my job.”

Eddie attempts sympathy. “Sorry.”

Eh, Steve gives him a B-minus.

“Didn’t like it anyways.” Steve reassure him plainly. “The point, I’m doing this for them. For you too, but they’re the anchors in this.”

Eddie thinks for a moment - readjusts to laying on his side, facing Steve. “Won’t you need a new job eventually?”

“Nah. Trust Fund Baby.” Steve points both thumbs at his chest.

“Yeesh.” Eddie rolls to the other side, away from Steve. Disgusted by his comment, yet still chuckling very quietly.

Okay… Eddie does remember he has a sense of humor (just a teensy bit).

His breathing becomes long and hard - sleep heavy breathing. It doesn’t take long, sleep seems more natural to Eddie right now than being awake.

Steve watches him for a moment. There’s always the ghostly-distant fear that Eddie might stop breathing. He’s done it before - four months ago and once more while he was still at the hospital in Hawkins.

Max is still asleep. Steve hates thinking about that detail because it’s cruel. This twisted game that the universe is playing is truly unjust. 

Like an Almighty Asshole rolled Eddie’s stupid dice and decided, ‘I’ll let one of your friends wake up, but he won’t remember that he battled along side you in the trenches of darkness. Take it or leave it, douchebag.’

Steve will take it.

Eddie is still sleeping when Steve decides to head out - the bus will be arriving soon and he’s gotta get a window seat. Needs control over the window cause he gets carsick way too fucking easily these days.

“Heading out?” Eddie mumbles, eyes not even open.

“Yeah - sorry.” Steve doesn’t know why he whispered that. “Didn’t think I should wake you.”

“I gotcha. I’m assuming you’ll be back tomorrow?”

Huh… Steve thinks there might be a hint of implication that Eddie wants him to come back tomorrow. Interesting.

“Your memory isn’t as shitty as you think it is.” He’s overly smug when he says it. 

Eddie gives him a closed-lip smile. Only Dustin and Wayne receive those.

“Want me to pick up some food on my way in?”  Steve decides to give generosity a try, since Eddie is tolerable enough to give him a smile. “Get you off of this lousy hospital meal-plan temporarily?”

The smile is gone. “Nah, you don’t have to do that.”

Right.

Eddie definitely remembers how to be Stubborn with a capital ‘S’

But Steve is a Trust Fund Baby, so he’s unfazed with difficult behaviors. He can match difficulties all damn day if he wanted to.

Which he does.

“Suit yourself, Munson.” Steve acts so uncaring. Very uppity and douchey. “I’m thinking Chinese takeout for me personally.”

“Cool.”

“Cool. See you tomorrow then.”

There’s a pause, so Steve takes that as his sign to turn the handle, get the hell out of here.

“Steve?” Eddie calls weakly just before he shuts the door behind him.

He cracks it open, peeks his face back in. “Yeah?”

Eddie sighs. “Kung Pao Chicken.”

“Excellent choice.”

Eddie gives him another closed-lip smile.

Steve grins wildly, with all of his teeth. “In fact, I think I’ll do the same.”

And as Steve claims his middle seat on the bus, he pulls the binder back out of his backpack to add one more note for the day:

Eddie remembers that he likes Kung Pao Chicken.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #post s4 au #trying to decide if I should make this a thing or not #I’m not even sure if this is any good so please ignore if it is incoherent #my mind is being cruel today so if it’s bad pretend it never happened 🙂

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Choi Han sees a weird stick in Cale’s hair.

“Oh, wait Cale-nim, let me…” With the slight height advantage, Cale doesn’t actually have a choice but to let the swordmaster do as he wishes.

For moment he fiddles around, trying to grab the elusive, tangled object, when he suddenly feels Cale lean into his hand. He watches with bated breath as Cale closes his eyes.

(‘Ah, I’m so tired that I’m leaning on Choi Han. Aigoo, he must think I’m pathetic.)

Choi Han spends another minute to get the stick out, claiming that it was particularly stuck in his long hair. He burns this memory into his mind while also promising to never tell another soul.

Eruhaben is next. He notices the red head’s soft locks, freshly washed and neatly air-dried with magic. As a dragon, he doesn’t think twice about the temptation, standing from his spot on the couch to test if Cale’s hair is even half as soft as it appears to be.

It is, he learns.

(Cale shivers. Is Eruhaben threatening him? Just in case, Cale bows his head to hide his fearful expression.)

The dragon watches with amusement, thinking that it’s only natural to offer one’s head to a dragon as powerful as him. Until he feels Cale almost… press into his palm absentmindedly. Eruhaben vividly feels the exact moment that his heart melts into a puddle of affection.

He definitely will use this against the bastard next time he has the opportunity.

Oddly, On and Hong figure it out next. Cale is sitting in his usual chair, reading a book with his hair falling into his face picturesquely. On recalls when Rosalyn did her hair up with a pretty pin, making it easy to move around without getting in her face.

On considers if Cale would mind On experimenting a little, immediately coming to the conclusion that he wouldn’t give two shits.

She transforms into her human form and moves behind the chair. Of course, Cale doesn’t bat an eye at her unusual movements. When she gathers his hair up in her hands, he doesn’t miss a beat, leaning back to give her better access. He only changes the angle of his book so he can still read. Hong observes his sister from Cale’s lap with curiosity.

Her upbeat attitude is ruined quickly because she doesn’t know how to braid nor tie up hair, and is missing the necessary bows and pins to do it in the first place. She runs her fingers through his vibrant red hair as she tries to remember what Rosalyn did.

Hong’s eyes go wide. Cale had stopped reading as his sister continued her ministrations, closing his eyes and leaning back, relaxing into his seat. Hong urgently signals for his sister to witness this.

Her eyes narrow in on the sight with a calculating gaze. She changes the way her hands run through his hair, simply running her fingers through and carefully untangling it instead. Cale’s face gradually loses its constant pinch.

(‘Yes, the children should do whatever they want, even play with my hair.’ Cale internally nods to himself.)

On, unlike Choi Han or Eruhaben, tests her limits. She continues her gentle pattern without pausing. After a few minutes, both of the cats hear Cale’s breathing taper away into a relaxed rhythm. On silently makes eye contact with her brother, and they make a secret promise to not make a big deal about this, lest this trick never work again.

They hear Ron before he enters the room and On casually returns to her car form, stealthily and softly landing on Cale’s lap. Ron enters, pausing at the sight of his puppy young master.

Smiling benignly, he darkly assumes that Cale had been so exhausted that he managed to fall asleep in the middle of reading.

On and Hong don’t correct him.

If Cale has an especially bitter lemon tea that night, he doesn’t make a big deal about it. Not when the crown prince calls him soon after it arrives.

He arrives at the palace where the Crown Prince learns of this spreading secret. Cale uses his superior glib tongue to force a frown on Alberu’s exhausted expression, and the exasperated hyung sighs, walking around to the couch where his dongaeng is sprawled. He places a hand on his shoulder, threatening Cale with a high political position if he doesn’t stop doing dangerous things and causing trouble.

Cale shudders and agrees. Alberu smiles at this, his hand moving to ruffle his adorable dongsaeng’s hair.

(Cale sighs, closing his eyes and humoring his affectionate hyung. He leans back, questioning why everyone has been so touchy lately.)

Alberu feels his heart stop and stutter at the fragile sight. Cale looks completely at ease, slumped in the couch cushions and pressing his head into Alberu’s palm like a cat. His lip is quirked up slightly, but Alberu would bet a golden plaque that Cale hasn’t a single idea on what he looks like right now, otherwise he wouldn’t be even half as relaxed as he is right now.

He resembles a lazy cat. He’s being pet whilst lounging, with a content and pleased expression edging on his face. If this goes on long enough, Cale might even fall asleep.

Alberu continues talking without letting his smile leak through into his words, stroking the top of Cale’s head in an absent minded motion.

(Cale ignores the sneaking chill on the back of his neck, too focused on Alberu’s words about the kingdom. The petting is a bit strange, but Alberu is the crown prince, so he’ll allow it.)

As predicted, Cale doesn’t mention it.

After a minute though, Cale starts to frown, beginning to acknowledge the feeling that he’s being scammed somehow.

“Hyung, do you have a headache?”

Alberu acts like a polite and caring hyung, starting to massage Cale’s head.

(Cale frowns more. Something is definitely going on.)

Cale opens his eyes, protesting. “Your highness, my health is perfect at the moment. You, our shining sun, couldn’t possibly-“ Alberu changes from massaging to running his fingers through Cale’s hair.

(Cale sighs, cutting off. It was just a ploy to play with Cale’s hair. He should’ve expected his highness to scam him in this way too.)

Alberu grins when Cale stops talking, looking resigned to his fate. He goes completely limp, and Alberu’s blunt fingernails scratch against Cale’s scalp gently. Cale visibly shudders at the feeling.

(‘Too scary, what if he scratches and draws blood? If Raon finds out, he’s going to feed me soggy apple pie…’)

Alberu preens at finding Cale’s weakness.

On slyly asks Rosalyn to do up Cale’s hair one day- as an experiment- and is extremely pleased when Cale not only agrees, but he closes his eyes and falls asleep soon after the Mage is done gently tugging his hair into place and adorning it with intricate pins and accessories. Choi Han walks in on this scene and threatens Rosalyn to keep it a secret (after melting a bit on the inside). She agrees with a sly smile.

If only Cale knew how everyone was going to use this to scam him in the future…

Eventually the misconception that Cale likes to have his hair played with goes around the entire group. Cale- of course- is completely clueless. He just thinks that everyone suddenly became obsessed with his hair.

Ron is the only one who can’t get Cale to relax. Even Bud somewhat managed it, but Cale stays vigilant no matter what his old butler does. Ron finds his puppy young master to be amusing.

Cale really doesn’t understand what they want with his hair. Do they want his hair?

(He asks Ron for a trim a few days later. Ron only cuts off the dead ends and leaves it neat but long, much to the young masters displeasure.)

#for the record cale is definitely somewhat enjoying it. he’s just oblivious to his own emotions #and ​rejects all ideas of enjoying physical affection. bc all he needs is his slacker life and nothing else #so if he gets used to the petting and feels more relaxed afterwards… it’s purely coincidental #tcf #I’ve been mimicking the writing style of tcf recently and I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing yet #… I should write smth and ask my sibling to peer review it and tell me if it’s better or worse than my style before #trash of the count’s family #lcf #lout of the counts family #cale henituse #choi han #eruhaben #on and hong #alberu crossman #rosalyn tcf #ron molan #not a reblog

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

Shawn Spencer and Will Graham would be enemies to best friends because he would be the only one to believe that Will didn’t kill anyone and he would go “it was probably like Hannibal or someone lmao he LOOKS like he kills people” and Will would be on his hands and knees like “PLEAAAASE”

@gargoyl3city they’re so silly

#memes #my crappy art #art #fyp #kay draws #psych posting #psych #shawn spencer art #shawn spencer #shawn and gus #burton guster #hannibal fanart #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #he would want to kill Shawn so badly but Shawn would know that he would and would never let himself be alone #oh you want me to come to your house for dinner? sure Hannibal Lecter! I’m just going to invite Gus and also will and Jack too #they can also come too right? sorry didn’t know this was just a you and me type of thing my bad! #and Hannibal is visibly shaking with rage #will graham you would be such good friends with Shawn #psych tv #psych 2006 #this is so fucking funny to me oh my god #🍍

[80yearoldmanmoodboard]

Some gems from the Autobiography of Special Agent Dale Cooper: my life in tapes

#Twin Peaks #Dale Cooper #The Autobiography of Special Agent Dale Cooper: My Life In Tapes #Dale Cooper woulda thrives on tumblr I think #Dale Cooper is gay as a maypole #he uses the most gay wording “I’m getting really good at behind thrown against the wall” fuckin bottom bitch #also there was a scene where he was running a ”is too much of a good thing really bad?” experiment in college #In which he had sex with a girl over and over for a whole day and/or night (it wasn’t clear) #and he talks about her pulling out something from her back which we’re left to assume is a sex toy and then he tells us #that he’s may be too sore to check out #so I’m pretty sure they’re implying Dale Cooper got pegged in college #and he enjoyed it #so have fun with that freaks #also the leather shit #if y’all are into writing twin peaks smut Dale Cooper talks about sex all the time in this

[benbamboozled]

Any storyline that states or implies that Jason Todd died because he went after the Joker solo to prove himself IS NO FRIEND OF MINE.

#Jason Todd #NO. #BAD. #HDU BESMIRCH THE NAME OF THIS VERY GOOD BOY. #canon: Jason literally *did not know* the Joker was at the warehouse with his mom. #clowns: is this *a reckless young man chasing down the Joker to prove himself????* #ADITF is a HORRIBLE STORY *and yet* *despite what I’m sure were Jim Starlin’s best efforts* Jason has A TOTALLY SYMPATHETIC… #…AND UNDERSTANDABLE REASON FOR ‘not listening to Batman.’

[cryptvokeeper]

don’t get me wrong I think the general interpretation of Leo being like “I put up a cocky front but deep down I don’t actually think I’m that great and that’s why I have something to prove” is good. It’s cool, plenty of drama/angst potential and probably what the creators were going for, I’m here for it.

But there is a distinct appeal to me of the slightly-to-the-left interpretation of Leo being like “it’s not a front, I know I’m that good/smart/skilled, but I also know I’m seen by others as just the goofball face man and that’s why I have something to prove.”

#Rottmnt #Wild metaphor incoming but it’s like the difference between a hersheys bar and fancy Ghirardelli or something #At the end of the day they’re both chocolate. But ones got a bit more depth. #where was I going with this again idk I got caught up in food metaphor #It’s like. With the first one it boils down to character A (in this case Leo) going “I’m useless because I’m not good at [thing]” #Resulting in those around him either going “of course you’re good at thing! Remember the time you were good at thing?” #Or sometimes “it doesn’t matter that you’re not good at [thing] we love you regardless of what you can provide” #And again THATS GOOD THATS SOME GOOD SHIT #I LOVE THAT #but with the latter it’s more like “I know I’m good at thing *but I don’t know how to prove it to you*” #And that gives you the best of both worlds where you CAN get character A feeling bad but not for their lack of thing #But because if no can see it surely they *must* be doing something wrong right? #And ALSO you get the characters around them getting all sorts of feelings of “we didn’t do enough to show we believe in them” #Or “we didn’t notice how hard they tried” #Cuz you can get that a little in the first one but it can come off as kinda meh cuz they didn’t actually do anything wrong #It also has more opportunities for emotions besides straight sadness #You can have anger and conflict of “why am I not good enough for you?!” #That straight sef deprecation doesn’t always allow for #You can also have jealously and envy that feels less toxic and more justified #Not that it strictly needs to be justified mind you #Sometimes some toxic feelings stemming from perceived inadequacy are fuckin *chefs kiss* #But again it’s abt the VARIETY yknow #This isn’t even about Rottmnt anymore I’m just rambling #It’s my post and I get to choose the bullshit tags

[riverspond]

just found out people actively dislike eleven and think his seasons are bad….

#when i say people i mean tiktok #HUH????? #like i’m sorry you hate fun? #i’m so serious like 😭 #not ur fave #sure #but BAD??? #NOT A GOOD DOCTOR??? #doctor who #the doctor #eleventh doctor

[skelecentral]

Bad Sansuary day 23 (hosted by @owl-bones!): formal

I remembered this unfinished painting from a while ago and spruced it up enough to post - it’s very veeerrry inspired by Persephone in the garden by Aidoneus which you should Absolutely Listen To because it’s So Good:

Anyways fancymare ftw

#myart #sansnomaly #sans x y/n #bad sansuary #badsansuary #nightmare #nightmare sans #I’m not super good at painting and rendering so please don’t judge sjdnncjshs #I’d give the excuse that this was from a while ago but like #I’m not sure if I made it now it would be too much different LMAO #either way I am actually happy with how nightmare came out so I’m posting it #Spotify

[thepenguisalive7]

honestly my timeline on Twitter is very clean 😆 I barely see anything, because I muted every single thing qsmp related, almost every single cc name, and anything that might be brought up by cc, and if I see anything qsmp related tweeted I just instantly mute the account (positive or not). There’s the exception of my close friends, and one or two accounts, but other than that? Nothing.

so I don’t really see any bad things on Twitter, and honestly I’m glad for it :’))

if I need updates I can just check the update account or tumblr, and my psyche can remain blissfully ignorant

#Like #I don’t need to see people arguing #regardless of what pov #even if it’s in defence of the ones I watch #it’s bad for me cause I get so heated and it ruins my day and i get toxic too 😆 which is not a good thing #This is supposed to be a hobby and I’m trying my best to make sure ut doesn’t take over my life #and poison other things #Cause at the end of the day #it’s just a minecrfat server just people on the screen that I don’t know personally

[transkingcobra]

I was curious and

I’m sorry are we looking at the same man here?

#i know it’s just what he’d say to anyone that isn’t MC but #having used Halsin to try is just too much #Halsin can take what you give sir #you’re the one concerned about him #halsin #bg3 #my screenshots #bg3 drow twins #i always talk to them just to see my partner’s reactions to being asked to the foursome whether that Tav would or not #still disappointed you can’t do the foursome with a non-romanced Halsin #like sure I don’t have a (somehow obvious) partner with me or they don’t want to partake #but if they’re like ‘I’m good but you go ahead’ then why can’t Halsin join #‘come back with a willing partner’ what about a willing archdruid #mans is down bad with or without a confession

[why-the-heck-not]

🥺🥺 I’ve been going to the gym during the day this autumn instead of the morning. Today went during the morning like I used to, and the cleaner greeted me and said that he thought I had quit bc hadn’t seen me around, and if everything’s good and that made my day

#i go through life always thinking I affect nothing & no one so things like these baffle me but in a very good way #like I am a human person alongside other ppl after all #i feel lowkey bad tho bc I could’ve been leas awkward and say ’’thanks’’ etc. but I wasn’t expecting to be talking to anyone #also he spoke english so the language barrier bc sure I know english like pretty alright but talking in it is different #but anyways; i love my gym and if I ever move I’m going to be honestly sad about having to switch (bc currently it seems very chill place & #don’t get that gym anxiety anymore bc I’ve been going there for like a year) #november 2023 #2023

[hallowclave]

What a whimsical looking young man I wonder if he has received any job offers recently

Original photo

#my art #project sekai #rui kamishiro #if u saw this get posted before: no u didn’t #forgot to schedule the post for the morning incident 60 dead 600 injured. #i feel obligated 2 say I actually post abt pjsk on my main (apotelesmaa) frequently (I have brain worms) #& I only post on this blog once in a blue moon and it’s usually not serious art atp #so do not expect anything. #curtain call. what an event. love rui he’s such a good character. I hope he explodes. #he is so full of love and so bad at recognizing his emotions and problems. #‘I don’t have any emotional hang ups about anything’ says the guy who has so many emotional hang ups #rationalizing pulling back as safety measures instead of fearing abandonment/concern of hurting tsukasa (or others) again -> #rationalizing accepting asahi’s job offer because it’s the best for his future even if it’s not the best for himself #also tbh I think to some degree u could argue accepting the job offer was his way of getting ahead of being abandoned #not that it would happen and not that he’d recognize that to begin with #negative self awareness king! he is not processing his emotions at all! #would love for him to mention the job offer in a future event. even just offhandedly. shaking him by the shoulders. talk to ur friends moron #me when I’m in a not recognizing what I’m feeling and how it effects me competition and my opponent is rui kamishiro from hit game pjsk #etc etc. anyways. #once again falling into the ‘sure whatever this can go on the art blog’ category #in that I used simultaneously too much effort and very little in creating it #once again: [hope you’re hungry. for NOTHING] dot jpeg. as is typical here at hallowclave dot tumblr dot com.

[jelly-of-many-ships]

i can’t find the photo but in case anyone’s wondering, Adam is still alive and living in Tadfeild. in I think the first Crowley scene of s2, (the one where he’s sitting on the bench talking to shax) he’s reading a newspaper that talks about the continued weirdly perfect weather in tadfeild. I’m only saying this cus of the “here lies adam” tombstone in the intro that people were freaking out about. I think Neil said somewhere that it’s a diff adam but some people were saying he prob died or smth so uh I guess he might in s3 but he’s alive at least for now.

#Not sure if this is important but whatever #currently rewaching s2 and taking notes of everything I find #currently have like four pages and I’m only halfway through ep 2 lmao #imma make a big post with everything once I’m done #good omens #Neil gaiman #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 #adam young #good omens speculation #Sorry this is formulated really bad Im hella tired rn