*caroline collingwood voice* how long do you think this marriage will last?
me personally? i die every night and come back wrong every morning but no one notices because i've been doing that for a long time so it's just kinda par for the course
hi im a cat expurt (like pur its a cat pun im a cat expert) this little guy isnt stretching all cute! theyre actually using level 2 psychic lightning attack on their owner. unfortunately their owner will not survive this
Now that I have more background and understanding of the tma entities, let's try this again. Except this time with explinations.
Hetalia characters and which tma entity I think they'd serve/be avatars for:
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America: The Eye
He strikes me as the kind of person who doesn't like not knowing things. He has a yearn for knowledge. And I don't think he has ever been appreciative of people talking behind his back (he's a bit- ok more than a bit- insecure). It's really the yearn to 'know' that he has that convinced me.
Canada: The Vast
For a nation whose population is spread out through a lot of land (he's the 2nd largest nation guys cmon), I think it suits him. Though sure, it may be daunting to think about at times, there is a certain serenity he finds to it. I think there is an advantage in that which he can use.
England: The Spiral
I'm certain he wishes he could have more control over his reality. But with the lack of stability and certainty he has experienced in his life as a nation, don't you think he'd appreciate the ability to twist and distort things to his liking (or to the disliking of others).
France: The End
It's so complicated for him. In reality, he just wants the pain to end. To be rid of the chains that hold him down where he is. If he could erase it all and start over he would. But he knows it's a dangerous gamble, knowing everything he loves will be gone too. Oh well, The End comes for all eventually, you live while it lasts.
China: The Web
Wouldn't it be nice? After years of being manipulated and tormented yourself? To take back some control? You are no longer the one trapped in a web of lies. No, now you're the spider, and they are at your mercy. I think China would be sick of being pushed around and used. The dragon is awake and he's looking for his next meal.
Russia: The Dark
The coldness and dampness may feel saddening most of the time. But at least he knows he's not alone here. There always seems to be something there with him. Or at least, he can't see the empty room in front of him.
Japan: The Lonely
For the island nation who isolated himself for years, there is a sense of peace in being alone with yourself. Really gives you time to stare at your reflection and hear your own thoughts in full. It's when you're alone where you truly face yourself for who you really are.
Germany: The Desolation
He couldn't bear losing what he loves, the people he loves. He would rather jump and take the bullet than watch them take it. He's too self-less that way, at least that's what his brother says. Letting himself burnout, letting himself be led down a self-destructive path.
Italy: The Buried
The warmth of the soil surrounding him feels like a warm hug. He doesn't feel so small anymore, he feels safe. He relishes in holding those he loves so tightly, if only they would feel comfortable enough to reciprocate the feeling. All he wants is a warm hug.
@ Greg Henry 2005
Ok I just love the green tee pics so much, so it inspired me to write a little smth. Idk what this is, do with it what you will:
Young Sam Winchester, during Stanford Era. Shopping for clothes at the mall.
He’s in the “on sale” section of the store, as per usual, because he isn’t exactly rolling in money, and he doesn’t care enough anyway. Right now he’s distractedly looking at a couple of basic brown shirts when something in the opposite section catches his eye. It’s a green t-shirt. He stands there looking at it for a few seconds. Considering. He doesn’t really like bright colors but… The green reminds him of Dean’s eyes.
He goes up to it and takes the hanger off the rod to put the tee under a better lighting. Hm. It’s not on sale but… He reaches with his other hand to touch the fabric. It’s soft…
Maybe it’s the summer heat that makes him a little dizzy. Maybe he didn’t really want that milkshake he had kept a couple of bucks for in his back pocket, or maybe he just liked it. But when he leaves the store 10 minutes later, he has a green tee in his plastic bag.
And if Dean throws a curious look at the t-shirt a couple years later, when they’re back together, and smiles a little, he says nothing. Maybe he just knew.
when cas eats raw meat on the floor i just want to take him on a Date. i want to treat him to a meal at a classy restaurant where i pull out his chair for him and then when the waiter comes he says. i would like five to seven pounds of raw ground beef please. and the waiter makes a face so i interject to say that it's ok, he eats it all the time and he's built up a 100% immunity to e. coli or whatever you get from raw beef. and maybe i argue with him for several minutes but he eventually acquiesces and leaves without taking my order but that's okay bc i wasn't planning on eating. and while we're waiting for his meal i say tell me about yourself. and he says. i'm several billion or perhaps a few thousand years old. i've been lobotomized dozens, maybe hundreds of times but i don't remember it and no one has told me yet so i shouldn't be able to tell you. and i say haha wow that's so cool and mysterious and sexy. and then his beef comes out in a bus tub that the waiter slams down on the table before scurrying away. and i watch with my chin in my hand and hearts in my eyes as he eats frantically, desperately, making noises that concern and frighten the other diners. hes eating it by the fistful. it's all over his face and shirt. there's a little in his hair. and as he reaches the end he spots the waiter and flags him down. the waiter approaches with extreme trepidation. cas tells him excuse me. may i have five glasses of whole cows milk. the waiter clenches his hand so violently that his pen snaps in half. it's a nice sturdy gel pen. ink is everywhere. he says of course sir, i'll get that out to you right away. cas thanks him and immediately returns to scarfing the last few handfuls of beef. the waiter stumbles away. about three minutes later, as castiel has his entire head inside the bus tub licking the sides clean, the waiter returns with five glasses of milk on a tray. he sets them down one by one, drops the tray on the ground due to his nervous tremors, picks it up silently and leaves. cas immediately sets upon the milk. he picks up the first glass and swallows continuously until it is drained. he sets it down. starts on the next. about three and a quarter glasses in, he notices a dollop of ground beef he's accidentally dropped on the ground. he stops drinking to scoop up the meat, from the floor, and place it in his mouth. he then continues to drink the remaining one and three quarter glasses of milk on the table. nearly the second he is finished, the waiter appears and stares at the center of the table, refusing to meet either of our eyes as he says that the manager of the establishment has "comped" our meals and that we should feel free to leave at our earliest opportunity. i thank him profusely with a hand on his arm. he flinches and walks backward all the way into the double doors leading to the kitchen. i say are you ready to leave castiel, darling? he says Okay. and we teleport instantly to his front doorstep. he lives in a charming townhouse in [american urban center]. i tell him i had a great time tonight, cas. he nods solemnly and says likewise. the meat was satisfying. i say i'm glad to hear it..... and then i reach out to gently, so gently, wipe away a smear of beef from the corner of his mouth. i tell him. you had a little. he interrupts me. meat? i say yeah it was meat. from the floor. or maybe the tub.
I only every say things in tags, but I'm here right now to say THANK YOU.
autism won today 😎 have a chipmunksnatural
gratz on escaping the shadow realm now give the crowd a tease
coming eventually: draw a circle, that’s the turnabout
fine i'll post my "klavier gets framed for murder and is utterly hopeless and convinced of his own guilt and apollo rushes to defend him" doodles. because klavier deserves to have his own turnabout goodbyes moment pftt. defendant klavier time!! sorry baby :^(
set after the events of aa4 but before aa5. apollo can handle one more case, right?
more doodles under the cut!
so that aa men twitter pollfest am i right ladies
anyway when edgeworth learns to be comfortable expressing his affections he should be like, obscenely direct about it. it would be funny i think
Oh shit this is a rare chance to reblog this!! This only comes on the calendar once every couple of years!!
ik im most likely not the only one with this hc but hc that Licorice Cookie isnt a normal cookie per say, but hes rather a Licorice Oozeling per say, just. With his magic he takes the form of a normal cookie, so if he uses too much of his mana it starts affecting his physical body and if tired/stressed enough he literally becomes just a goopy mess til he gains enough energy to use his magic to bring himself back into the form of a normal cookie again, which is part of why he uses his robes bc they cover him up decently
idk i got to chapter 13-30 and i was like haha Lico Oozeling go brrrr