because more of this stuff happens

I think what I like most about ‘Legion’ is that it doesn’t really seem to care at all about comic familiarity. I didn’t read the stuff David Haller’s in, but it seems to me that the show is headed in a direction that makes him much more sympathetic and portrays him in a less, dare I say, ableist light. 

I’m not the person to be definitive on this, but it kind of bothered me the comics seem to portray his powers as something that are inextricably tied to his DID, with each personality having control over a specific one. Psychiatric disorders happen because your brain tries to protect you, but in a way that harms you still. The show seems to show psychiatric disorders as something that makes you different, sure, but it necessarily doesn’t make you scary or uncontrollable or unworthy of fulfillment *cough* Split *cough*. You don’t have to be just like everyone else, but you do have to be cognizant enough to understand the way the people around you feel. 

Making David’s illness the result of a parasite seems to be a more accurate portrayal of how people deal with mental illnesses (certainly it’s how I tend to characterize my anxiety and depression, even though it’s very, very different). He’s a victim, but he does have the ability to find an identity and fulfillment by going through this illness that he might not have otherwise. He’s sympathetic rather than pitied, and that makes a world of difference.

Oh my god this is old, though only like over a month old but still old!


So finally got around to finish colouring this even though as you guys can probably tell so did I give up on most things, because after all this is sort of old and stuff so yeah xD

Anyhow, this picture happened just because I wanted to draw the both of them wearing clothes with bones and skulls on them, because it’s so ironic as it is so them to me and I love it! then I decided they were totally on a date and then it spiralled sort of out of control as I have come up with a sort of story for this for some reason, or more like an idea which I never will write so will give ya guys the run down under the cut~

Also Sans is wearing a shirt!

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maysgreatnewusername  asked:

I love your meta! Especially the Isabella stuff, because I'm hoping there's more to her. Both because it's pretty poor writing otherwise and also because I like seeing Chelsea Spack on the show. I'm also curious to see what happens with Oswald because they do really tend to put him through the wringer.

Thank you! Chelsea is a delightful actress, and I, too, want to see more of her. She was great at playing a dual role, which is one reason I’d be thrilled if they allow Isabella to return. Plus, she’s part of the “Gotham family” now, it’d be a shame not to bring her back.

As for Isabella, I confess I’m obsessed with theories about her. A lot of other Gotham bloggers have come up with theories, and some amazing ideas that could explain what she was all about. You’re right, it would be poor writing to spend all that time building up the idea that Isabella has a hidden agenda, and then pretend it didn’t happen. Kristen’s wardrobe, way back in season one. was patterned after Judy, a character in “Vertigo”. So when Isabella showed up looking like Madeleine (also from “Vertigo”), it was obvious that someone had been planning that reference for a long time.  Why spend two and a half years planning something, and then drop it?

Yes, I agree that Oswald’s been tortured in just about every way imaginable, and he’s overdue for a run of good fortune!

back in time
  • 17-years-old Yuuri: who are you?
  • 24-years-old Yuuri: I'm you but more happy and confident and engaged to a man of our dreams so whatever happens please don't ever give up!
  • 17-years-old Victor: who are you?
  • 27-years-old Victor: ...
  • 27-years-old Victor: god, I was cute

“I don’t play around that often
When I do
I’m a freak
So you’d better believe
I like it rough

Push up to my body
Sink your teeth into my
Get undressed
Taste the flesh
Bite into me harder
Sink your teeth into my

- “Flesh” by Simon Curtis

So… Well, this kinda happened. Because I love galra!keith and dark!shiro/Champion. Okay and I love purple and pink hues and close-ups and smut and aaaah!

There are just not enough fanfics where both of them are Galra… It’s always Shiro having a split personality, so it’s more like Keith and Kuro. And it’s just not the same. I’d write some myself, but - as you may have noticed - my English sucks. So I’ll confine myself to drawing galra!sheith stuff. A lot of stuff actually. Like a shit ton of it. :D

RTX Sydney RvB Panel Highlights

They’re not giving us anything for 15 yet. What we do know is:

  • It will be a continuation of the last storyline
  • Miles is no longer writer/director, someone who wrote for S14 has been selected
  • Burnie thinks this person “gets” the character’s voices

  • Miles says he’ll never tell what he thinks happened on the Staff of Charon, but the new person can do whatever they like
Season 14 stuff:
  • Miles spent like 80% of the budget on the Mercs Trilogy

  • Niner was supposed to get an episode, got cut for time reasons

  • It was confirmed again that there is audio footage of a drunk recreation of episode 2 somewhere

  • Gus hated filming the live action crossover episode because he had to be up late

  • The official ship name for Sarge/Grif is “Blood Orange”
  • Joel wants Caboose to get laid

  • Burnie wishes he’d been able to do more with Junior

  • Miles can do pretty much every character’s voice
  • They are really sick of people asking them “ever wonder while we’re here”, seriously guys, stop it. 

(video can be found here)


All my life I heard how the black man has it rough and that white men caused most of the bad stuff that’s happening in our communities. But as I started following more blogs that were about black women and ran by black women I learned some shit. 60% of black women and girls don’t report rape or molestation and were the highest for death caused by intimate partner violence because of the toxic mentality of protecting our “men”. We say protect our sons but who’s protecting our daughters?😢😢😥

“I feel like anyone who says, ‘I’m spiritual’ sounds a little wanky. But yeah, I definitely consider myself to be more spiritual than religious. I’m not super tied-in to certain rules but I think it’s naive to say nothing exists and there’s nothing above us more powerful than us. I think that’s a little narrow-minded. I definitely believe in karma. I think ‘everything happens for a reason’ is a difficult one because there’s a lot of shit happening in the world right now that’s so unfair. So it’s hard to look at that stuff and think, ’well, everything happens for a reason.’ but I definitely think there’s something - it’s not just us. Because, you know, it’s kind of crazy to think that it’s just us. I’m not saying I believe in aliens, but you know what I mean.”

Dusty here


So I guess I should address publicly what happened with Ultima, I’ve seen more than enough posts about it but since I stepped in and caused the shut down on his channel, so I guess I should speak up

I apologize to @starbotdubs and @hawker-rawr because all the blame is getting placed on you and I’m sorry for that as it wasn’t my intention in the slightest and I will totally understand if you wish to distance yourself from me

Onto the stuff: It was copyright infringement 

Why am I allowed to do that??? Because it was MY ART. He had reacted to Starbots videos and had given credit to her but only her. When in regards to my art, I ALWAYS require credit.

I completely believe the 8 women who came forward and I’m sure there’s many more who didn’t. I’m not sorry for what I did and I hope you’re not mad about what I did (Although, you have more than enough right to be, considering this isn’t well, a jail sentence like he probably deserves)

You can be upset at what I did, you can hate me for what I did, block me if it helps. I’m not going to sit here and justify what I did because I’m not going to change. 

TL;DR: Always ask and credit the artist also don’t harass people

If the party is really going to be Alec’s birthday then I want Alec and Magnus not being able to really interact because every time they get near each other another person gets in the way and Alec can’t really be rude because it’s his family and also Magnus’ friends and he can’t make a bad impression, so he goes out to the balcony when it’s just too much, and he takes a breath and Magnus stands next to him, not looking at him directly, and says softly ‘Happy birthday Alexander’ and Alec just throws himself at Magnus

several weeks ago my thesis supervisor (who’s also a writer) told me that when one of her books (that was… far from being straight) won a literary prize, a well-known french male author who was part of the jury told her that he “didn’t like it”, that “there was no action”, that “it was boring” to which she replied “you think so?”. then she told me that this author didn’t see what was really happening (= gay stuff) because sexuality is articulated in a heteronormative way and if sexuality (both in literature and in general) removes itself from heterosexual constraints, people like that straight male writer just ~magically~ stop recognizing it and claim the story is just boring and empty. which is much more convenient for them than thinking about the fact that the story they’re reading could actually be gay and that they’ve been reading it wrong all this time.

i think that pretty much sums up how people outside of tjlc see bbc sherlock

ive seen a bunch of posts comparing this to reagan getting elected and that we survived that so well survive this too but please DONT let this be another reagan because thousands of our gay brothers and sisters died under the reagan administration because of aids and he let it happen and he WANTED it to happen. reagan left the office with america in the debt were still in today. and reaganomics increased the difference between rich and poor in our country. reagans administration destroyed the lives of people of color living in the inner city and did so much more awful stuff and yes, its true were still here after reagan but a lot of us did not survive so dont be complacent and sit back and say well “survive” this too. and i think its time for people to stop acting like the only way we can change politics is by voting so seriously start DOING something

I’m all in favor of Jasper doing a makeup tutorial. 

“I like to use the liquid liner because it gives you a very dark and intense black around your eyes!”

“The darker the wings, the more fear you’ll strike into your enemies!” 

“Wings like these doesn’t just happen! You need to train! I don’t, but you do!”

Bonus if Steven keeps asking her to clarify some stuff. Or Amethyst just being a nuisance in the background. 

I’m really curious to know more about that preview pic:

Like, is it an in-universe photoshop or not?

On one hand, it wouldn’t be too surprising if Viktor decided to hug Yuri in public while at least half naked for the camera.

On the other hand, I personally find his head and angle…weird in the shot. To the point sometimes I even question if it is him. Or the thought of Viktor being half naked in public. And if it is a photoshop, it would mean the anime might be adding an interesting subplot -or joke- about people shipping two real people (real in-universe), which happens often in real life. Hell, it would also make Phichit kind of a shipper if that were so, because that’s on his twitter so…he’d have to be the one to do the photoshop? And in ep05 they already showed other people blushing when seeing Viktor and Yuri do some of their more intimate stuff.

EDIT: thanks to @thebibi‘s reply, it has come to my attention that in the cell photo you can see the same background as the hand over Viktor’s head. It seems to be the floor and carpet to me. If that is so…that makes me think that, if real, it would mean Viktor and Yuri might be on the floor. And maybe Phichit tripped Viktor to get them to fall, which would explain Viktor’s glare lol


“i was hoping you could write something where like, you have a bestfriend for a long time and you always insult eachother and joke around A LOT until you let him spend the night and you both start complimenting eachother and get all flustered and he ends up awkwardly trying to kiss you and etc. ( the more blushing and awkwardness, the better )”

This person messaged me to give extra details, which you can totally do because it’s easier for me to write! I combined it with this request cause I thought they fit well together:

“Could u make one when ur walking out of school to go home + u literally bump into him + he decides to walk u since ur houses r in the same direction + when u get to ur house u invite him in + watch a movie, cuddle, kiss and cute fluffy stuff happen😊”

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You watch the clock on the wall, counting down the seconds until the bell rings. It’s the last period of the day on Friday, and right now the second hand is the only thing standing in between you and the sweet freedom of the weekend. 5…4…3…2…1… the bell goes off at last and you jump up and exit the classroom before the teacher can assign last minute homework.

Once you have all your things and you’ve waved goodbye to your friends, you push open the front doors of the school and step out, breathing in the crisp air with a smile. Ahhh, Fridays. Like the tasty dessert after an unpleasant meal. You adjust your backpack straps and start walking home, thinking about what you’ll do with your weekend.

The sidewalk makes a right angle and you cut the corner a bit, walking across the grass. As your feet hit concrete again, something slams into you and you fall over.

“What the-” you look up, trying to identify your attacker. An outstretched hand descends from the sky, and behind it, there is a concerned face saying “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” It’s your best friend and crush, (c/n).

You grab his hand and let him pull you up, brushing the dirt off your butt. “Thanks for that,” you say sarcastically.

“Sorry!” he says one more time, hands held up defensively. “But I must say, it’s your fault for walking right in front of me like that. I don’t have the best reflexes when I’m on a moving bike,” he adds, reaching down to pick up the fallen bike in question.

You laugh. “My bad, you’re probably right. Bike is okay?”

He pats the bike and nods. “Better question is, are you?”

“Yeah I think I’m good,” you reply, pretending to check for broken ribs. “Bones are all intact.” You flash him a smile and start walking forward again.

“Fantastic,” he says, walking his bike beside you. “Heading home?”

“Yes, I’m very excited to veg out in front of the TV for several hours.”

“Same,” he agrees. “Why don’t I walk you home, to make sure you don’t get yourself into any more accidents?”

“See, the problem with that logic is you’re the reason I fell over in the first place,” you point out. Plus your house is on the way to his anyway, but you decide not to mention that.

(C/n) thinks about this for a second. “I guess you could say you…fell for me?” He grins charmingly.

You clap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. “Wow, we really need to work on your pickup lines,” you tease. Of course, you secretly think it’s cute as hell, and you have no problem with being on the receiving end of said cheesy pickup lines. That won’t stop you from giving him a hard time, though.

“Are you suggesting you’re better at this than I am?” He arches an eyebrow in a silent challenge.

“Definitely,” you say confidently.

“Alright then, impress me with your flirting skills.”

“Okay, get ready for this cause you’re gonna be blown away.” You smile and flip your hair for extra effect. “Are you a fire alarm? Cause you’re loud and annoying,” you finish, smirking at his expression as he processes what you said.

“That was not a pickup line!” he protests.

“Well, it was true!” you tease.

He shakes his head disapprovingly. “This is why you’re still single.”

“Hey!” You punch him in the arm. “Like you’re any less single than I am.”

“Fair enough,” he concedes.

“And I think I should warn you that you can’t get girls by running them over,” you advise sagely. “Generally not considered very romantic.”

“Really, cause that’s what I’d call making the first move!” he jokes.

You sigh. “Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.”

You arrive in front of your house, but hesitate before walking up to the door. You don’t want to stop talking to (c/n). “Hey, (c/n), uhh…you wanna come in for a bit?” You bite your lip nervously.

(C/n) grins. “Okay, sure.”

He parks his bike against the side of your house and then follows you through the front door.

“Are you hungry?” you ask him as he looks around the house, taking everything in. He nods absentmindedly. You search through the kitchen for something worth feeding (c/n). After a minute or so you emerge from the pantry with a bag of microwaveable popcorn, and hold it up, shaking it up and down. “Popcorn?”

(C/n) looks up. “Perfect.”

You put the bag in the microwave, which emits a chorus of pops. (C/n) comes over, making popping noises with his mouth. You laugh at him. “You weirdo.”

“Dude, we should totally watch a movie,” he says suddenly as you pull the finished popcorn out of the microwave. “We’ve already got the popcorn, haven’t we?”

You shrug nonchalantly, hiding your eagerness to spend two plus hours with (c/n). “Why not, it is Friday after all.” You lead him down to the basement and plop down on the couch in front of the TV. He sits next to you, close enough that your thighs touch. As you open Netflix, he puts an arm around your shoulders. “Netflix and chill?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

You laugh. “You’re still not cute. Getting warmer though!” You scroll through the available movies, conscious that (c/n)’s arm hasn’t left your shoulders.

“Let’s watch a horror movie,” (c/n) suggests, jiggling his leg excitedly. You can feel it against your leg. You groan. “God no, I’ll be screaming in your ear the whole time.”

He shrugs. “I can take it.” He grins. “I’ll protect you from the scary monsters,” he says teasingly.

“Okay, fine,” you relent, sighing. You have to admit that watching a horror movie with your crush protecting you doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. You come across the movie Sinister. “Is this a good one? Looks pretty scary,” you say.

“Hell yes. Hit play.” You start the movie and settle back against the couch. (C/n)’s arm is still around you.

The movie starts out tamely enough, with Ethan Hawke’s friendly puppy face and nothing particularly terrifying. You eat your popcorn contentedly, your hands occasionally bumping into (c/n)’s. After a little while you rest your head on his shoulder, and he doesn’t object. You smile, knowing that he usually hates physical contact and would push anyone else away.

It doesn’t take long for things to take a turn for the scarier, however. Some scenes, you just know something is coming, and tense up as the suspense builds. (C/n)’s arm tightens around you in response, pulling the two of you closer each time. Other times there are completely unexpected jump scares, and as predicted, you scream loudly every time.

At one particularly bad jump scare where the demon Bughuul suddenly appears in the garden, you screech in terror and hide your face in (c/n)’s shirt. He chuckles and you feel his arms go around you, shielding you from the outside world. “Wow, you weren’t kidding,” he says, as though impressed by how scared you are. You peek up at him to see him looking down at you in amusement. “How are you so unaffected?” you ask him, bewildered at his completely calm demeanor.

“Nothing can faze me,” he says proudly.

“Ooh, you’re so manly,” you say sarcastically. “What happens when I do this?” You tickle his sides, and he shrieks. You laugh hysterically at his reaction.

As he recovers he points to the screen. “Okay, let’s pay attention, we already missed an important plot point!”

You oblige, sitting up a little but still leaning partially into him, his arms still lazily encircling you.

A while later the movie draws to a very dramatic close. You breathe out as the camera pans out on the box of films, the excitement seemingly over. But right before the end of the movie, Bughuul’s face suddenly pops up. You scream again and dive into the safety of (c/n)’s shirt, wrapping your arms tightly around his chest. You feel him shaking with laughter under you. “You’re such a wimp,” he teases.

You flip him off without lifting your head. You’re very comfortable and not about to move. (C/n)’s heart is beating right by your ear. When he chuckles it rumbles in his chest. “I don’t mind, it makes me look tougher by comparison,” he adds jokingly.

You get an idea, and sit up a little bit. “Hey (c/n).”


“Wanna sleep over?”

“Really?” He starts to smile.


“Okay, let me run home and get my stuff.” He tries to get up but you’re still lying on his chest.

“Don’t leave,” you whine, “just call your mom.”

He laughs and moves a strand of hair behind your ear. “I live like practically next door, it’ll only take a second.” He tries to stand again. “Get up, you lazy ass.”

You roll away, grumbling. Already feeling sleepy, you don’t move as he goes upstairs and leaves your house. Your eyes close and you lie still, waiting for him to return.

You wake maybe fifteen minutes later to (c/n) shaking you. “(Y/n)! Did you seriously fall asleep?”

You rub your eyes. “Wha-” (C/n)’s concerned face comes into focus. “Maybe you should go to bed right away,” he suggests.

“No!” You jump up, fighting the sudden dizziness and trying to act awake. “No way, not before dinner.”

He grins. “And what is dinner, exactly?”

You ponder this. “Takeout? What do you want?”

“Chinese,” he decides. You nod in agreement. “Good call.”

Half an hour later you’re sitting criss cross on the basement floor across from (c/n), with rice, dumplings, chicken and noodles between you. As you feast, you tell stories.

“Okay, your turn. Most embarrassing moment,” you challenge him.

“Oh, god.” (C/n) groans and covers his face with his hands, laughing slightly. “Oh man.”

“This is gonna be good.” You rub your hands together excitedly.

He makes a pained face and sighs in resignation. “Okay. So picture this. I’m like 10 or 11, sitting in class, nervous as hell cause I’m about to give a presentation. Funny thing is, I have no idea what it was about. I think I was so traumatized I forgot.”

“Go on,” you encourage him, not without a hint of sadistic enjoyment.

“So the teacher calls me up to present and I walk up to the front of the room. I almost fall over cause my legs are shaking so much. But I make it up there anyway. And then…I totally freeze up and just stand there, staring out at the class.” He winces at the memory.

“Dude, that’s not that bad,” you say, a little disappointed.

“Oh no, it’s not over yet,” he replies grimly. “As I stand there paralyzed, I feel something warm on my leg…” (C/n) grabs a nearby pillow and hides his face in it. His muffled voice comes out: “I peed my pants in front of the entire class.”

You burst out laughing. He removes the pillow and glares at you. His face is red, which only makes you laugh harder. He throws the pillow at your head. “Stop laughing at me!”

“Okay, okay.” You stifle a last giggle. “Honestly that wasn’t even that bad,” you reassure him after a moment.

“Oh really, have you done it too?” (C/n) grins and raises an eyebrow at you. It’s your turn to throw the pillow at him. “No way!” you say, laughing. Then you notice the pillow landed in the noodles. “Whoops.”

“Okay, I think that’s our cue to clean up,” (c/n) decides.

You put all the leftovers in the fridge and clear away the plates. After you kill a couple of hours playing video games, you decide to set up your sleeping bags so you can lie in bed and talk for several more hours.

You lay them down side by side and climb into them, facing each other. You’ve put on your pajamas, which consist of shorts and a camisole, and quickly realize that the air conditioned basement and thin sleeping bag are a bad combination. After a couple minutes you start shivering.

(C/n) notices and frowns. “You’re cold,” he says.

“Oh, nah, I’m fine,” you deny weakly. “It’s like a sauna in here.”

“Yeah, right, I can practically hear your teeth chattering. Come here.” He beckons with his finger.

You scoot closer to him like a large worm wriggling sideways. He smiles. “Just get in here,” he says, pointing into his sleeping bag.

You giggle nervously. “In there? With you?” Your face is suddenly warm even though you still feel cold.

“Yeah, there’s plenty of room,” he says, opening up the sleeping bag to show you. “And it’s very thick and veerry comfortable.” He grins.

“Okay, if you say so,” you respond casually, though inside of course you’re totally freaking out. You unzip your bag and clamber over to his, sliding inside. Immediately (c/n) puts his arms around you and pulls you into him, pressing you close against him. You can feel his skin against your bare arms. Warmth radiates from his body.

“Wow, you’re really warm,” you whisper, already feeling the comfortable heaviness of sleep pressing in.

He smirks. “Told you.”

“Thanks for letting me invade your personal space,” you say jokingly.

He smiles. “My pleasure.” After a moment he adds, quite out of the blue, “You know, you have a really nice voice.”

“What?” You lift your head and look at him, furrowing your eyebrows.

You feel him shrug next to you. “Your voice. It’s just…really soft and soothing. When I hear it it’s like I’m being wrapped in a fluffy blanket. I could listen to you talk forever.” He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s like…listening to really good music. I don’t know.” He looks away, blushing.

“Oh, thanks…” you smile slightly. Your face feels warm and you wonder if you’re as red as he is. “I like your voice too.”

(C/n) starts stroking your hair lightly, which gives you chills (the good kind). After a moment he says quietly, “And your hair, too, it’s so soft, and like, perfect.”

You reach up and ruffle his adorably fluffy hair. “I like yours more.”

He chuckles, and even though you’ve turned the lights off you can tell his whole face is pink. “Honestly everything about you is perfect,” he whispers.

Your heart starts to race, and you’re close enough to feel his heart beating rapidly as well. “Really?” you whisper back, at a loss for words.

“Yeah.” He lifts a finger up to your mouth and softly traces your lips. You’re so nervous you couldn’t move if you wanted to, and you don’t.

(C/n) looks up at you and back at your mouth, and then leans in as if trying to kiss you. But you’re both still lying on your sides, and your noses bump awkwardly. You stifle a giggle. He laughs too and hides his face in your neck. Then he props himself up with one arm so he’s leaning over you, and for the second time, he brings his face to yours. This time, your lips connect.

You feel as though fireworks are going off around you. He strokes your face with one hand as he kisses you, and when you pull apart several seconds later, he’s staring intently into your eyes, as if he sees something inside them.

“(Y/n), I really like you,” he murmurs in a husky voice.

You reach up and play with a bit of his hair that’s sticking out, hardly able to believe this is happening. “I really like you too,” you whisper almost inaudibly.

(C/n) smiles. “Well, that works out nicely,” he says, and you laugh giddily. He kisses you on the forehead before settling back down next to you. He pulls you into him and you rest your head on his chest. You can feel his heart still beating fast, but after a few minutes it slows along with his breathing. Exhaustion settles heavily over you from the rough week at school, and wrapped comfortably in (c/n)’s arms, it doesn’t take you long to fall asleep.

Okay people explain a lot of Greek myths on this site to make a bit more sense by giving some context for the original version or the society they were told in. So the stories don’t sound so out of nowhere in some details. What I want to know is: when Rhea gave a rock in swaddling clothes to Cronus instead of a baby, and he ate it anyway and was like, ok, baby eaten, done now, how did a rock pass as a baby? Like, there are key differences between rocks and babies and… I know he was swallowing them whole because eventually he barfs them up whole and then they overthrow him, just like what happens with all teenagers and their dads.

But still, there’s a difference between a rock and a baby, several differences, and I feel like maybe an animal in swaddling clothes would have done the whole moves/makes noise stuff he expected from babies, or even a doll stuffed with sand would have been more convincing than a rock, and both those options sound more “Greek myth-ish” than “dress up a rock like a petrified Cabbage Patch Kid.” So is there some sort of symbolism to it being a rock? Was “rock” something different in an earlier version? If the Titans were pre-Olympian religious figures in a previously existing Titan worship religion is the story just weird because it’s a patched-in story for how one pantheon rose over the other? Is this some sort of really funny Greek wordplay joke about rocks that was lost in translation? Or was Cronus just… not good at… knowing the difference between a rock and a baby?

inklingblotspot  asked:

Was your interest in the ocean mostly concerning intertidal zones, or did you just want to physically stay out of the ocean? Because intertidal zones are super awesomesauce, but the fantastic and wicked weird alien stuff happens deeeeep down. See: CHEMOSYTHESIS oh my god I was 14 when I first learned about chemosynthesis and I still smile like a goddamned idiot whenever I think about it. Have a nice day and thank you for making me think about marine biology

I just want to physically stay out of the ocean. It’s too big and has too many things in it, and my body is not optimized for surviving within it. All of the ocean is cool, IMHO, from a microscopic level all the way to behemoths… but submarines and SCUBA diving freak me out. It’s not actually the animals that unsettle me, just the physics of tremendous amounts of water. Riptides? The bends? Water pressure? Drowning? Fucked up.


So fyi, I brought my art stuff including my tablet to Korea in case I had a lot of time of waiting. Tonight, that happened because I was so dead tired from the rest of the day, I chose to skip out on even more window shopping with the family (I wasn’t the only one xD)

In the meantime, I doodled and managed to finally draw my dear friend @portentous-offerings‘s Rena Rouge from her Fox!Alya AU <3 Admittedly, it took awhile to get my art gears going xD