#she is my girl

[peggysthetic]

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#No Steve girl around here #She is my girl #peggy carter #useraurore #tuserpris #peggycarteredit #girlfriend material #tagged #agent carter

[soulreapin]

um Here’s a take

i understand why allura decided to give herself to save the universe? and it makes sense to me? and i kind Of like it?

she was 10,000 years old and like yeah she hadn’t aged past like 20 because allura WAS an adult in like the pilot until they aged her down for lance

sure team voltron was her family. yes she had coran and romelle and new altea. but allura was literally Completely alone

her best friends her advisors the guy she bought drinks from in the square all gone. and i mean im not allura but if my entire culture had completely disappeared and its not like. a generation later where a grandkid might still be alive or something, EVERYBODY and every connection she had is gone

NOBODY made it from altea except for allura and coran they were literally the last bastions of old altea (yada yada the altean colony escaped altea but they were most likely just Dudes. many of which allura probably never met and wouldnt have been able to connect to)

and thats. thats a lot of pressure for a girl who’s wrangling BEING ten thousand years old, whos also saving the universe and being a diplomat and heading a coalition and trying to end the reign of the space nazis that obliterated her people

so when at the end of the world allura is presented with either go back to the current day where you’re all alone and have so many different leadership responsibilities and can never fully be understood OR see your parents and peers and friends again because they are waiting for you in the afterlife, and you get to return to your homeland that was ripped away from you as a child….i get it

i would make the same choices

and its not that team voltron didnt need her, they were truly her family, but she knew that they would be able to make it without her presence and they would continue to preserve her memory

allura got to make one decision for herself and her wellbeing after putting it all aside for the war effort and the rehab effort and for everyone else and shit. i really like it

plus she probably knew that coran would pass away before her since he was maybe 20 years her senior and even an altean lifespan does not last that long, and who knows if the people of new altea shared the same long lifespan that her and coran do

idk. allura got her good end. did it kind of ruin everyone else’s ending? sort of, but allura’s decision was deservedly selfish and i am going to die on this damn hill

#i LOVE allura #she is my girl #allura defender #until the day that i die #vld #voltron #allura altea #allura vld #vld allura #allura #voltron legendary disappointment

[ellesdoodles]

Trying to figure out how to draw her!

So my dear friend got me to watch Fantasy High by saying I remind them of Adaine. Well… I absolutely adore her! (And they were right)

#elle draws #adaine abernant #adaine fantasy high #fantasy high #d20 #d20 fantasy high #d20 adaine #she is my girl #will hopefully get around to draw all of them soon

[bulbagarden]

lisia announcement: maractus is SO cute.. .

you are SO. FUCKING. KAWAII.

#maractus #bulbalisia #bulbagarden #she is my girl

[gh0str3c0rd3r]

i drew monokuma so now i have to draw my girlie Monomi

(og pic pretty sure i found it on a post somewhere???)

#monomi #danganronpa #i made the letters very crunchy #it adds to it for me i think #i love monomi soso much #she is my girl #she deserves everything #new and improved art tag

[sisistringer]

PERIOD DRAMA WEEK 2022

Day 2 - Favorite Character

Daphne Bridgerton

#perioddramaedit #perioddramaweek2022 #perioddramasource #dailybridgerton #dailynetflix #tvandfilm #tvedit #cinemapix #bridgertondaily #bridgertonedit #daphne bridgerton #she is my girl #and she doesnt deserve thr amount of hate and drag from this fandom #pdw #gifs #mine

[tiny-huts]

Anyway I like that in the books that Artemis gets into a relationship Jarlaxle continues to live rent free in his head

#the legend of drizzt #the forgotten realms #dahlia sin'felle #artemis entreri #jarlaxle baenre #anyway this is the dynamic i am right #we polyship here sir #if you hate Dahlia no need to tell me on this post #i simply do not want to hear about it #she is my girl #also graphic design is my passion #made this while i am supposed to be working

[rocketonthemoon]

Character asks: Tenoh Haruka; 1, 3, 11, 16

oh man! OK!!! character ask meme

Why do you like or dislike this character: Haruka aka Sailor Uranus is like. One of my top five Characters Of All Time. Mind you I live primarily in the 90s anime canon of SM so My Haruka is the butch/genderfuckery Giant Fucking Gay Over Here. I love that she's stubborn and singleminded and a fucking asshole while also having a very sweet soft side! Anyone who's been around my blog for A Good While knows how integral Haruka was to me figuring out my own gender so honestly it's less of a "why" and more of a "why not" at this point and I don't have much of an answer for that

Least Favorite Thing About This Character: I'm not a fan how in the manga/Crystal how pretty fucking immediately Haruka's all over Usagi. I think the "everyone's in love with Usagi" thing every arc is annoying but I much prefer Haruka's form of protectiveness in the anime than in the other canons.

Would you date this character: Probably not. I don't think that would go well for anyone honestly lol

What's your least favorite ship for this character: See above!!!!!

#phraven #Ask a Rocket #while I have written many an essay on the glory of Haruka Tenoh aka Sailor Uranus #it has admittedly been a few years since I last watched the show #so the exact details escape me at the moment #but I love her I adore her I have the Uranus symbol tattooed on my body #I used to have it as my phone case #she is My Girl #Haruka Tenoh #BSSM

[grumpylia]

the smell of smoke would hang around this long

clarisse character study ofc :) feel free to check her out on my ao3 ;) 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38520376 

Clarisse La Rue is eight years old and her father is the man her mother talks about with a mixture of fear and hate and love, and, in hindsight, Clarisse wonders what that perspective on love did to her developing mind.

 Clarisse La Rue is eight years old and every man on the street could be her father - her mom is vague when describing him, so Clarisse makes him up in her mind - he’s tough and strong and he has brown hair, like her, and he wears leather jackets and camouflage army pants like her mom used to and he’s the coolest guy in the world and he would definitely make the dad’s of all the other kids at school look like total pussies. Clarisse is eight years old, and her father is the imaginary guy who stands guard outside her door every night and keeps the bad guys away - he’s the guy who is standing next to her cheering her on when she punches the bullies at school, and he’s the guy who on the TV when her mom plays reruns of old rock ‘n roll concerts. Clarisse La Rue is eight years old, and one of the kids at school teases her about not having a dad and she stomps on his foot as hard as she can and she swears she hears a man laughing with pride. She asks her mom about her dad and her mom either shuts down or talks for an hour with a mixture of revulsion and pride; “he’s just like you” her mother says one night, the harsh overhead light making her look ten times her age, and then she rolls over to sleep and tells Clarisse to go away and turn the light off on her way out and Clarisse is left with a father she never knew but simultaneously has a desperate need to make proud. She stares in the mirror, wondering what features are his, and decides that she wants to be just like him when she’s older. She decides that her mom is weak, because she’s the one who stayed. She sees how bitter her mom is at her, at her father, at the world, and decides that she’ll never be that way - she will love fiercely and freely and, like her father, she’ll be free.

Clarisse La Rue is ten years old, and “you’re just like your father” has become an insult she hears more often than not. At first, it was said with a little love, maybe some fondness, but her mother's tone soon becomes as bitter as coffee and sour as the old milk she once accidentally took a sip of and couldn’t get rid of the taste for the rest of the day. Clarisse gets suspended from her school and her mother slaps her on the cheek and says she’s too much like her father, and Clarisse wells up with shame and disgrace and the tiniest tinge of pride. She burns in the hot Arizona sun and her mother doesn’t ask where she’s been all day, but Clarisse takes pride in being as red as anger for the next few days, because she is just like her father and her father never shies away from a challenge. Clarisse has never been great at making friends but she has one now - the prettiest girl in their grade who has taken interest in Clarisse for god knows what reason but Clarisse isn’t complaining, because as well as being the prettiest she’s also the funniest and the nicest, but some boy calls Clarrise’s friend a bitch and Clarisse sees red and punches him in the face as many times as she can. And her mom comes and picks her up, and she’s so angry, and Clarisse feels an odd mixture of guilt and satisfaction and wonders what her father would think. Clarisse La Rue is ten years old and she already values the opinion of a father she’s never met over the one of her mother she’s grown up with. Sometimes she thinks her father is her favorite person in the world.

Clarisse La Rue is eleven years old and she finds out the world is so much bigger than she ever thought, but the only thing she really cares about is that her father has a place in this strange new world. She pesters Gleeson Hedge with questions about him as they make their way towards “the only safe place for kids like her” - she asks who he is and can she meet him and how to make him proud, and Gleeson just tells her to beat up as many monsters as she can and train hard once she gets to camp and so she does. She has no problem leaving her mother behind, not once they are attacked by scary men who all have only one eye and Clarisse kills them all while her mother screams at her for being a freak of nature. She decides then and there that her only real parent is her father, and every night before she goes to sleep she imagines the man from her childhood - the man with the leather jackets and army pants and stringy brown hair and she keeps his face in her mind and is determined to make him proud. Clarisse shows up at Camp Half-Blood when she is eleven years old and is claimed almost immediately and she is so proud for a moment because she finally has a face and a name and a real, tangible father - her father is the god of war and he is strong and cruel and brave and prideful and would go to war for someone he loves - but she is only allowed to be proud for a second before it all comes crashing down when she realizes that a daughter of Ares will never be good enough to all of his sons. And Clarisse sees red and is more determined than ever to prove herself - she thinks of her mother and her father and is determined to horrify her mother and make her father proud, she is strong and nasty and she trains relentlessly until the others have no choice but to respect her. Along the way she makes friends, too, because Silena tells her that War is nothing without Love, and even though Clarisse doesn’t know if she believes in Love, she knows she would go to War for Silena and Chris and even her annoying siblings.

Clarisse La Rue is fifteen years old and the boy she loves goes insane and her father laughs at her for it. “You’re fucking weak,” he snickers, and Clarisse uses everything she has to resist either crying or punching him. She chooses the latter and she misses, of course, but she does the former later and cries to Silena who holds her tightly in her arms like she will never let go. Silena strokes her hair and her back and holds her in the way that Clarisse needs to be held - she is firm and solid and stable and Clarisse allows herself to collapse because the boy she loves is crazy and her father thinks she’s weak. Silena tells her that Ares is about fighting for love and Clarisse lets herself believe it - lets herself believe that she is doing her father proud by fighting to bring Chris back to her. Clarisse is fifteen years old and all she’s ever wanted is to make her father proud - there is a war on the horizon and she thinks ‘this is what I was made for’ and she trains brutally and relentlessly and she decides to never, ever give in. She’s fifteen years old and her home is under attack and she has suddenly become a leader to all of these fucking twelve-year-olds with their wide eyes and hero-worship and Clarisse wants to cry and scream because she can’t even fucking drive yet but she’s meant to protect all of these fucking kids. She’s fifteen and she becomes so many things at once and she realizes the true horror of war - she realizes that it doesn’t just stop at the battles, and that war means having to get up the next day and wrap your siblings in shrouds and burn them and heal the wounded and grieve and be strong and face the emptiness of camp where your family once stood and spoke and laughed. Clarisse La Rue talks about war with a mixture of love and hate and fear but once the battle finally hits, she is the first one fighting, she is angry and a demon that swirls through enemy ranks, determined to take out anyone and everyone that has ever stood between her and her family - her home - and she thinks that maybe she understands her father just fine.

Clarisse La Rue is seventeen years old when her father finally makes sense to her. She is seventeen years old when she has to live every day with the knowledge that it was her pride that got the best person in her life killed, knowledge that drowns her, chokes her, fills her mind like poison gas. Clarisse La Rue is seventeen years old when she forgets everything except her own misery - she is seventeen years old when she understands how her mother never recovered from her father and she is seventeen years old when she thinks about the fact that she is far too young to be grieving her best friend. She is seventeen years old when she can’t breathe without feeling like she is drowning and she is seventeen years old when she has to live with the weight of their lives like a conscience - she thinks about Michael Yew, his temper and fight and how she hated him and still does but misses him like a limb. Sixteen campers die, and Clarisse thinks about how that is almost a camper for every single year she’s been alive. Clarisse is seventeen years old when the world goes quiet and impossibly loud all at once because she can’t escape the memory of Silena, her softness and warmth and stability underneath it all and she is seventeen when she thinks she might finally crack under the weight of it all. Clarisse La Rue is seventeen years old when she hates her father more than anything in the world, but she is also seventeen years old when he finally makes sense to her. He comes and sits by her when she is down at the beach by herself, looking into the water and wishing desperately to swim into it and never come back out, wishing desperately to scream at the ocean and make it yield to her, to yell at the Fates and make them snap their stupid strings and rip them up with her bare hands. No one else comes and bothers her but him - he doesn’t say anything at first, just sits down next to her and watches her cry. His eyes glint with rage or sunlight or the echo of a thousand battles and he grips her hand tightly enough to make her flinch but with the same underlying ferocity and stability that reminds her of Silena. “Kid,” he says and she unwillingly cries and screams even harder because she’s just a kid, they’re all just kids, they were all just kids “war is ugly. But you fought for something, and you won. You fought for them.” He squeezes her hand tighter, and, for the first time, Clarisse feels like she can breathe again. “Make it count, kid.” And then he leaves and Clarisse sobs and doesn’t stop sobbing, but then Percy fucking Jackson, that asshole, comes and finds her, and Silena’s kid sister Drew Tanaka is there too and they’re all crying and holding onto each other like shipwreck survivors but for the first time, Clarisse feels like it was all worth something, because they are still here and they are still breathing and they have to make it count.

Clarisse is eighteen years old when she has found her peace with war. She doesn’t like it - still speaks of it with a mixture of love and hate and fear - but she understands it. She knows it’s necessary. She knows that life is nothing without having something to fight for, and knows that she will always be the one willing to do the fighting. She knows that her father should be proud of her for trying to make a better world, and knows that if he’s not, then fuck him anyway. She is eighteen years old when she understands what Silena said all those years ago, about Love and War being one and the same and she is eighteen years old when she finally realizes she is alike to her father and different from him in no ways that matter; eighteen years old when she finally realizes she understands her father in all the ways that count.

#clarisse la rue #silena beauregard #battle of manhattan #character study #pjo fanfic #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #the last olympian #ares #ares cabin #this is so personal to me #i love clarisse tbh #she is my girl

[bu11seye]

drunk . i love jessie

#she is my girl #out of the box .

[bisekcual]

the fact that i am The Wuvvyblogger to some of you is honestly such a victory to me. badge of honor

#text #she is my girl

[aquablues-archive]

that one maya scene .. on the floor

#she is MY GIRL

[mydairpercabeth]

just saw the most heartbreaking annabeth take from ep 3

#brb gonna go violently sob in the corner #MINIBETH #MY BABY #SHE JUST WANTS THEM TO LIKE HER #SHES TRYING #PLEASE DONT LOOK AT ME WHILE A CRY #annabeth chase #percy jackson the lightning thief #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #pjo tv #pjo tv show #percy series #percabeth #pjo series #LITTLE DOES SHE KNOW SHES THE MOST LOVED GIRL EVER

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

#My art #One Piece #Nico Robin #Sir Crocodile #Y'all the OP brainrot is BAD #According to an SBS Crocodile would absolutely spoil his child rotten if he had one. *We all know how Robin's childhood went* #Scary mofo who does not know how to parent a child but boy does he have the spirit + Child who has never had proper parent in her life #They'd make. An absolute disaster of a duo. This AU concept is so fucking funny to me okay #But also sad because I would fucking die for baby Robin she deserves the fucking world #This poor girl has never been spoiled in her entire life AND NOW PAPADILE IS HERE TO SPOIL HER #You know it's funny. I know 11 yo Robin should LOOK older than 8 year old Robin. But Crocodile is a fucking giant so she's still baby sized #Also I just had too much fun drawing Robin looking as pathetic as humanly possible lmao #She's a like a wet kitten in the rain 😭

[krembruleed]

beach episode?

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #astarion #karlach #shadowheart #lae'zel #wyll ravengard #lae'zel wanted shadowheart on her team but instead she is stuck with this 8 str loser. how is she supposed to win in these conditions #white girl sunbathing has been living in my head rent free for YEARS #krem scribbles

[nooling]

LOOK I JUST REALLY ENJOY THEIR FRIENDSHIP OK?? You can't tell me they wouldn't hang after their respective personal quests (spawn ending ofc)/emotional breakdowns over their own mortality

EDIT: I forgot to watermark these so now more than ever PLEASE don't repost

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #karlach #bg3 #Karlach 'I could kiss his pointy little face' cliffgate #karlach cliffgate #karlach bg3 #bg3 fanart #my art #I discovered CSP is a lot better than PS for animating #consistent artsyle? I don't know her #I just like their vibes #they seem like they'd be there for each other #maybe karlach just wanted someone to talk at her about absolute nonsense while she processes her own mortality bc that girl needs some help #I JUST REALLY LIKE THESE TWO