crisis? what crisis?

when im having a good time listening to music from the 2000′s and reliving fun memories associated with the songs and then it hits me that i’m getting further and further away from the points at which those songs came out and that i’m never going to be able to go back in time to those days and instead im just slowly getting sadder and older

Inter-House Friendships #2
  • Ravenclaw: *laying on the floor having an existential crisis*
  • Hufflepuff: *quietly lays next to them*
  • Slytherin: *shakes head in defeat and sits next to the other two*
  • Gryffindor: *lays entire body on top of Ravenclaw*

i will forever point out the ways that dick and jason have similar temperaments and the bizarre way that DC and fandom have treated them so differently and buried those similarities and think they’re so different from each other, or think of the similarities as positive for one and not the other. 

look. dick grayson is the angry robin. end of story. 

he’s the one with the uncontrollable temper (he calls it that himself, even). he’s the one who flies into a rage and does things he regrets afterwards. that’s one of his flaws. 

jason also has a temper, but despite DC and fandom retroactively blaming him for his death due to it and thinking of him as the angry one, it’s not his temper that caused problems with bruce or made him act out as robin. it’s not his temper that makes him kill. he makes deliberate decisions based on a set of morals. he owns those choices. 

  • Ravenclaw: I feel trapped.
  • Hufflepuff: We're in the middle of an open field.
  • Ravenclaw: No, I feel trapped in this moment in my life. Where am I going? What am I doing? And how am I going to get to where I want to be?
  • Hufflepuff: We're going to charms class, we're going to be doing charms work, and usually hard work and dedication. Try to think in the now.
  • Ravenclaw: Well, in the now I'm contemplating an assault on you.
  • Hufflepuff: At least you're thinking about here and now!
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I feel bad for spamming you all with My Problems when you’re here for the engaging Sans discourse, so have some Human Sans doodles that I’ve been accumulating over the past month and a half.

Tbh, you should be surprised it took me this long. :V

my bpd ass: i have literally no idea who i am

some fucko: but do any of us really know WHO we are? surely it is the deepest part of human nature to question existence, and wh-

me: thanks denise, but every time i look in a mirror i dissociate five inches to the left, i forget what my name is, and if you asked me what things i enjoy i would be UNABLE to tell you unless i had already made a list

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happy birthday, Harry

paint heaven and anger the gods

so the trailer for miss hokusai advertised one type of movie, and then the actual movie was …. something else entirely. but the trailer gave me ideas, so here they are:

there is girl –

no.

there is woman –

no.

there is a young woman, an old girl, and she has the eyes of youth but the weight upon her shoulders is that of age. or perhaps it is the other way around. perhaps she has the eyes of age, but upon her shoulder is the weightlessness of youth, of ignorance.

there she is, whatever she is.

her name is kana.

she is the daughter of a famous painter, known as juro. he is a man larger than life, and he paints wonderful things. he takes what is ugly, and makes it beautiful. he paints an unhandsome woman as a goddess, a sneering merchant as a king, a dirty city as a glowing capitol. he leaves all he touches brighter than it was found.

kana is not like her father.

she is a painter, but she is not famous. she has a mother she doesn’t speak to, and younger sister she visits as much as she can. she has pushed them both aside to follow her father, to sit with him in dirty shacks putting ink to paper as she does her best to make beautiful things. she throws off the expectations of her gender, of her station, of anything and everything in her pursuit to be a master painter.

technique is easy. she completes half of her father’s painting while he drinks, while he whores, while he seduces lords and ladies, while he paints empty things for empty people, while he leaves her alone in their dirty shacks. she can do the detail work, has a steady hand and a sharp eye, but when it comes to the whole picture – it is left lacking.

“her work lacks your beauty,” an old man says, talking to her old father while she kneels in the corner, ink staining her hands, the floor, ink just – staining.

“of course it does,” her father says, offhand. “how can she paint what she does not know?”

kana never expected lack of knowledge to be her downfall.

so that night when her father is gone, she does not stay in to work. instead kana paints her face, wears a kimono that’s too small on her, and goes to the worst part of the city, to where the alleyways and walls are stained red by the glow of the lanterns.

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Hux:

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“ …a volcano can destroy the town – but so can all of this! you’re so worried about yourselves that you’re turning against each other. you’re so frightened about the future that you’re ruining now. look at the sun! it’s still shining! look at the kelp! it’s still… kelping! and look at us. we still have each other

the spongebob musical. 2016. dir. tina landau.