#and can actually...you know...write again at some point

[juniemunie]

My first and probably last art of Show Charlie lmao

But uh. Yeah ill put what is the equivalent of my eulogy in the tags

[catsushinyakajima]

First and foremost, Coran is a thief.

He has assumed many identities and badges of honor over the expansive years of his lifetime. A defender of the universe, the king’s most trusted advisor, and a chairman of Altea—how grandiose! The titles adorning Coran are so respectable that he’s often baffled at their association with him. Him? Coran, who had once spilled corrosive chemicals on his boss while trying to sneak them out of the lab. Coran, who raced through back alleys with scraped knees after being caught setting off fireworks for the umpteenth time. Coran, who danced brashly, laughed loudly, dug through trash bins, and stole. He stole all assortments of trinkets and valuables: medicine for the stray animals harboring illness, toys for the other streetkids, and books for himself.

Coran stole many, many books.

Storybooks, textbooks, comicbooks, and more. Whatever his nimble hands could grasp, he’d snatch. Coran would steal books and hide them in burrows of crumbling walls that no Altean officer would think to rummage through. Then, when the coast was clear, he’d toe his way around unkempt wreckage and feast on his goods.

Coran would peel the books open and stare. He’d stare until he could read, and he’d read until he could understand. This was another kind of theft; knowledge and skill were luxurious delicacies forbidden for the likes of a dirty orphan boy, even in an elite and pompous empire like Altea.

“What if you get caught?” A fellow streetkid asks Coran after he regales him with a Galran fairytale. “What happens to you then?”

Coran tosses him a blithe grin. “Then I start all over again.”

“Everything?”

He nods firmly. “I can restart my life anytime I want.”

And it was true. When agitated officers spewed arrant curses at him as they kicked him out of the third school he snuck into, Coran started over. He escaped to a new part of the world. Redid it all. Rinse and repeat. He had nothing to lose except for his stolen goods—the knowledge tucked into the folds of his brain. That was okay. Coran had long since conciliated with the indigent nature of his life. He was rich in other ways. As long as Coran stole, he’d be forever rich.

Coran stole his way into the Royal Medical Academy through snatching another student’s ID. He stole his way into the Castle’s hospital by being in the right place at the right time. He weasled his way onto King Alfor’s council by protecting him from Galran jingoists.

It was all theft, wasn’t it? Everything Coran cemented into his life, from his byzantine surgical patents to his position as baby Allura’s godfather, had been placed on the wobbling foundations of his crimes.

And if it all topples…

It would be okay, Coran decided, because he could start all over again. Redo it all. Rinse and repeat. He could leave his prestigious occupation and become a space pirate. He could be a dancer, a painter, or a chef. A sportsman, an assassin, or a pilot. Coran could do it all.

Then, Coran commits the most tremendous theft of all times:

He lives.

He lives on, while others don’t. He seals himself into quiescence while the rest of his planet is rampaged and expunged. It is Coran’s heart that beats on in place of King Alfor, other nobles, knights, doctors, criminals, or civilians. Coran, who has been chosen, perhaps as a salubrious blessing or saturnine punishment, to live. It could’ve been someone else in his place, guiding a princess and naive, doe-eyed aliens into war, while his ashes spread through the cosmos. No—it would’ve. Coran would not have been here were he not a thief.

It’s no matter pondering such fatuous concepts.

He starts over. Redoes it all.

Coran becomes an engineer. A medic. A strategist. A diplomat. He steals Galran soldiers’ lives. He moves through the universe as a pariah.

And when the debris settles and the winds of violence pierce through Allura’s heart before dying down, Coran finds himself with scraps of an ancient empire that don’t truly belong to him. Here he stands as a new and shiny leader, in place of the girl who lent her soul to the universe. Another theft.

“What do we do now?” Romelle pleads. She’s such a young girl. His heart twangs with sympathy.

“Now,” Coran says, “We restart.”

[sleepyvib-es]

https://www.reddit.com/r/PercyJacksonTV/s/1BjCvmCP3Z (while that sub is a shit show I do have to agree with how much the Zeus twist changes the story super drastically)

These were some excellent points being made by op! Thank you so much for sharing.

[bikefuckersoftheworldunite]

[excerpts from the article published in Solo Moto n.1463, autotranslated from spanish; will post full article and other scans/pics in a different post later]

They are staging races of such intensity that the competition has reached a fever pitch unseen for decades. The determination of both riders is rendering theories, numbers, and statistics meaningless. Predicting where this battle of titans will lead is, based on what we've seen so far, a waste of time. Trying to foresee the future based on parameters like track type, past results, statistics, or the like is a futile exercise. In their madness, Rossi and Gibernau, Gibernau and Rossi, are determined to defy logic.

[…]

Besides his tremendous riding talent, his own and his team's experience in similar situations, and the full support of Yamaha, Rossi has the added advantage this season of a crusade driving him. His will to defeat Honda first and foremost, and also those who accused him of winning solely because he had the best bike, is so strong that it borders on obsession. An obsession that is pushing him to ride like never before, constantly flirting with the limits. Has anyone ever seen Rossi get off his bike drenched in sweat like this before? He's giving it his all to win his bet, drawing on his experience…..

huge thank you to @melatifosa for providing the scans❤️

[dennisboobs]

thinking about how dennis is not only completely unprepared but also introduces mandy to the gang by saying "she's here to stay" in a panic, like. they had been in touch for over a year (five months into her pregnancy), he had been to visit her on at least one occasion (AFTER their son was born), had made all these plans with her, and was still somehow not expecting her to want to meet his friends or stick around when she came to philly to stay.

[pickaropoprocks]

Not to be a hater on main or anything like that but I need everyone to understand that a character having a tragic backstory doesn't automatically make them redeemable and/or complex

[bepomepo33]

WOOHOO a little cheesy scene I thought up during artfight season on a whim.

ALSO! (Sketch and without veil vers below the cut if you want those!)

[goodman-grace]

Save me butch Carol…save me…butch Carol Ferris…..