cathartic or something

The Gintama fandom still dying? Yes? Good, so am I.

What I ultimately believe makes episode 305′s adaptation superior to the manga is Gintoki’s and Takasugi’s fight. It felt like a necessarily boss battle in the manga, something to just balance the intertwining plotlines.

But in the anime, fuck, that wasn’t the case at all. It felt like this extremely personal, cathartic, dirty brawl between brothers– something uncomfortably private that we weren’t supposed to see but were accidentally privy to. (Tell me you didn’t hold your breath in horror while Takasugi was relentlessly wailing on Gintoki’s face, and then also tell me you had the same reaction if you remember that scene at all in the manga.) It’s hard to remember too that Takasugi is actually supposed to be the big antagonist right now. Learning everything from his perspective makes it seem like he’s the struggling hero that’s trying to catch up to his better rival: Gintoki.

Episode 305 is where everything–voice acting, animation, and music–comes together to take the story to new depths that the manga could never reach.

(still healthy tho)

dave and karkat are so fucking good for each other, like I can’t believe how perfectly balanced they are. karkat learning to be more chill and express himself in healthier ways and that you don’t have to be the loudest voice in the room to be important or posture like a jackass to seem respectable. dave learning that emotions don’t make you weak and to stop bottling things up and that wanting some kind of emotive feedback from the people around you is normal and expressing your feelings can be cathartic. 

each one finding something worth emulating in the other and meeting in the middle, amazing.

Artist Spotlight: Dante Luiz

Dante Luiz is a Brazilian visual artist, born and based in Porto Alegre, a big island in the southern part of the continent. Besides illustration, M. is currently finishing a major in Fashion Design, and work as a part-time graphic designer and comic artist.

There’s something cathartic and eerie about Dante’s work, hypnotizing viewers with beautiful brushwork and a style that emulates Medieval Art etchings. It’s no surprise that Dante is a proud Brazilian, representing and educating viewers about important Brazilian figures, classic literature, and their heritage.

We’re proud to present their work in our upcoming anthology La Raza: Unidos y Fuertes with a series of illustrations of their interpretation of Brazilian folklore such as the Curupira…

You can check out more of Dante’s brilliant work at

Stay tuned for more information on our upcoming anthology and for more Latin American Artist Spotlights <3
"Empty Spaces" by schmerzerling
Dean is fine. The way he sees it, things are simple. He had a house and a family and food in his stomach, and now he doesn't. And yeah, that's a downer, but he's not going to let that stop him from being fine, because he's in control of the situation. He definitely doesn't need anyone to save him. And it's not like the weird guy with the nice butt from down the road is the knight-in-shining-armor type, anyway.
By Organization for Transformative Works

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle
Additional Tags: Minor Character Death, Eating Disorders, Anorexia, Anorexic Dean, Aspergers/Autism Spectrum, Aspergers/Autism Spectrum Castiel, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Body Image, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Dean Has Self-Worth Issues

Dean is fine. The way he sees it, things are simple. He had a house and a family and food in his stomach, and now he doesn’t. And yeah, that’s a downer, but he’s not going to let that stop him from being fine, because he’s in control of the situation. He definitely doesn’t need anyone to save him. And it’s not like the weird guy with the nice butt from down the road is the knight-in-shining-armor type, anyway.

This is the story I was talking about earlier today and which kind of still sits in my bones and in my head and may reside their for a little while longer. Maybe because some of the topics hit a little too close to home, but at the same time for that very reason made me feel as strongly about it and in twisted way maybe even had something cathartic.

That said, I am usually a very picky person when it comes to stories. For example I usually don’t like AUs and while this story here I suppose could count as one I absolutely adore it, because basically to me “Empty Spaces” reads like the Winchester’s story and how it may have come to pass without any of the supernatural stuff involved, but just good old fashion real life tragedies.

Now, it is no secret that I feel drawn to the heavier kind of stories, so I think this one may not be for the faint of heart. That said, it is a GORGEOUS story. In fact, it definitely made my personal Top 10 Fanfictions, because it is just SO well writtern. The way atmosphere is conveyed and the characters captured in tone and personality is just so on point. Furthermore the way the author uses language and symbols and tells the story and Dean’s downward spiral in relation to the state of plants among other things is just amazing and truly one of the best works I have ever read and I don’t mean just in the genre of fanfiction but of everything I read from Rowling to Shakespeare and everything else in between.

I am not going to lie, it is tough subject matter. This fic will stay with you, make you mull it over and most of all will capture you emotionally and in atmopshere completely. I cried from at least the 3rd chapter onwards, because man it’s just such a well crafted story in terms of writing style, characterization, pacing and with so much emotional impact and tension.

Now, this is in the widest sense a Deancas fanfiction, but I think if you are looking for well written Dean heavy stories that are well crafted, but just by default object to any story labeled Deancas I can tell you you will miss out on a lot, because I think even if you are not interested in this pairing you can read this story and just be captured by the story itself and two characters building a friendship here and support one another and look out for one another. And that in a really pure and innocent way imo, which makes it so beautiful.

So yeah, as you may be able to see here, I LOVE this story and I love it not because I come across it while looking for a SPN fanfic and love that it has the focus on Dean, but because it truly is just a really really well written story that I would love the same way if the main characters weren’t called Dean Winchester and Castiel.

I’m sorry about this long as fuck ramble on a fic rec here. I don’t often do fic recs since I am so picky, but this one - while truly hitting hard and hurting in all the right places - I am truly just really happy to have found, because it combines everything I look for and love about a story.


Oh, and it comes with gorgeous art too!

Dear Future Wife...#500

I’m on day 10 of 10 of an out of town job. I almost have everything packed and I’m waiting to have one final meeting with 2 clients before I can head home. I’m not really homesick. I don’t really have anyone to rush back to, but I miss my bed. And I miss my mountains. And I miss not wearing shoes around the house. And I miss reliable high speed internet.

I like hotels. I always have. There’s something cathartic about living minimally. It’s been testing my limits. I’ve already purged a bunch of stuff from my life, and really, I can survive relatively well with all my gear and clothes in 2 suitcases, 2 rolling duffle bags, and one backpack.

But I miss you. In a way that I haven’t in a while. I look up at that sky and think, wow, if only I could call you and say something super cheesy like, “hey, are you seeing this moon? It’s the same damn moon I’m looking at” and you’ll laugh and my soul will be refilled until I get to see you again.

I’m not really homesick because you’re still out there and I haven’t found my home yet.

“Your opinion of me is based on a whole lot of stereotypes.”

I think about the first night we met, when he unapologetically left me in alone in a hotel room at 4am. The second time I saw him, when we snorted cocaine on his tour bus. I almost laugh. “Your behaviour hasn’t exactly disproven those stereotypes.”

He smiles the kind of smile that gets stuck in my fingertips, shrugs, and says, “You’ll figure me out eventually.”

His statement surprises me. Our time together is always spent in snatches, a constant slipping away of seconds until he’s gone again and I’m cursing his ability to get under my skin. I never thought that I’d know him for long enough to figure him out.

We only meet when we happen to be in the same country, which, given the 12000 miles of emptiness between us, isn’t often. And with no continent synchronisation in the foreseeable future, I’d considered last night to be the last time I would end up in this situation. The last time there would be frantic kissing and cynical laughter and the desperate whispering of secrets - vulnerabilities (me) philosophies (him) and fuckups (both of us).

“Well, you’ll never figure me out,” I sigh, looking away from him and frowning at the ceiling, because these days I can’t even figure myself out. (How did I end up back in bed with him when I know how bad he is for me?)

“I don’t expect to,” he replies. My skin is soft and naked against his skin, and the morning is late and lazy, so I pretend he has said it because he knows how complex I am, and not because he doesn’t intend to try.

Arrow Fic: Becoming a Team

Becoming a Team

Post-4x15.  Rated T for language.  Oliver gives Felicity space, while trying to find a way to bridge the gap between them.  

Because I have all the Oliver Queen feelings.


Oliver tried.  He really did.  

After Felicity left, he tried to stay in the loft.  The first night, he didn’t go near their bed, sure, but … he tried to get comfortable on the couch, to get some sleep.  But he spent the whole night staring at the ceiling fifteen feet above him, watching the lights of Star City paint patterns up there.

The next night was worse, because he buried his face in Felicity’s pillow, which still bore traces of her shampoo and perfume and her, and had nothing but nightmares.  Mocking voices, sounding like Helena and Laurel and Samantha, saying that with all his sins and flaws, how could he think that any woman would be happy with him?  And worst of all, Felicity standing there, listening to those voices too, and never saying anything.  

The next two nights, he came back to the loft late, after evenings spent being the Green Arrow and then working out as hard as he could.  He had hoped that pushing his body to exhaustion would let his brain shut down.  But it didn’t work.  He still couldn’t sleep in the home he had shared with Felicity.  

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packing things is very cathartic??? like something about the air of finality that comes with doing it is just very comforting, for some reason