#just in case...?

[chrzanaptor]

hello, fellow 5 morphogala fans

[hanizmiyu]

Nizdia (kinda) cus i caught the flu💔

Thats the school nurse btw

[sclerites]

Art based on this dream i had where there was this fungus that invaded earth (possibly from space) that when Most people touched it they just sorta became mindless fungus zombies but there was like a Few people (of whom i was one) that retained consciousness when they got infested (to like... spread the fungus further i think).

The rest of the explanation is under the cut because it is. Long.

But like these people figured the whole thing out and just decided to like... seclude themselves away to this lonely pocket dimension. All they would do there was play pool over and over and over again.

When you touched the fungus and retained consciousness you'd be taken to this place and given a sand-casted stainless steel mask which would basically be Your Face from now on because you would be overtaken by the fungus.

The fucked up part was that the rest of humanity kinda got to join the fungus once they succumbed because their like... minds, i guess, all became this One Thing, but if you retained your consciousness you couldn't like... join them, even when you had become Completely Fungus. So the whole dream had this profound sense of loneliness to the whole thing. Like you were just kind of destined to live forever in this monotonous existence. You couldn't talk to unfungused humans because you might touch or spore them or something and infect them, and you also couldn't really talk to any of the other conscious fungused humans because they had already had basically every conversation that could be had ever so there was no point in talking.

OK yapfest over lol.

[godjo]

rereading jujutsu kaisen for refresher and why am i doing this to myself? TT

[detective4blog]

Lucas never really noticed the mark on his palm. It was there, yes, but rarely on his mind. Sometimes it would come to his attention when getting dressed or slicking his hair back. Other than that, it was just a memory engraved into the palm of his hand.

Meanwhile the brother which bore a matching mark was the opposite.

47 constantly noticed it. It was such a delicately made scar but he couldn't recall why it was there. The agent would sometimes use concealer to hide it- identifying marks are inconvenient after all- or just wear gloves. The fabric of the glove never set right on the scar though.

Seeing the sight where it was made and the man he made it with sparked his memory though.

Lucas hadn't expected that to work. He had accepted long ago that 47 may not remember him ever again. But when he heard the subtle noise of the gun being lowered, he knew. A part of his brother was back. Reminded from the pact they made as children.

It was difficult to adjust to being a family again. But it happened.

There would be moments where Lucas would wake up at odd hours from dreams reminding him of what had happened. He'd stumble out of the little room on that small boat and see 47 still awake. The agent would be cleaning his guns or just reading a book.

Contrasted from how Lucas felt; instead of upset and haunted, he was calm and unbothered.

There would be a subtle gesture towards an open chair. Always with the hand that had the thin line across it. Lucas would accept the invitation to sit, subconsciously running a thumb over the line on his hand. Sometimes his action was noticed with a slight nod.

The dying bulb above their heads would give its annoying hum as the hours passed into morning.

Sometimes 47 would put his hand over Lucas', lining the scars up like they did as children. It was a silent moment of...comfort. It was comforting to feel the warmth and the silent familial love again. Other times he would pass a drink of whatever alcohol he'd smuggled from a previous job without a word. It wasn't as warm or comforting, but the gesture was appreciated.

The seagulls screamed their alarm and roused Diana from her rest. Olivia was a heavier sleeper than the Handler.

Regardless of how the night had transpired, 47 would take his brother's hand and give it a firm squeeze. It was perhaps the most affection he would be willing to show. And that was fine; Lucas appreciated it. He returned the squeeze and went on with his morning.

There was no talk about how the two men hadn't slept, or judgment. The boat and its occupants understood how harsh the past's ghosts are. It was nice, for a while. The brotherly compassion returning in a slow trickle, the nights not spent alone, and salty air witnessing these moments.

[butterflypeaflowertea]

what are your thoughts on the new spiderman movie

hmm... i’m assuming you’ve seen it, but i’ll put my answer below the cut just in case!

it was a good time! but the plot was nothing to write home about, honestly, and there were a lot of plot holes that bugged me after i left the theater... i think they relied over-much on nostalgia to carry the story, which seems kind of unfair and lazy, but like 😑 it worked! it really was very charming seeing the three peters interacting (u can just TELL andrew garfield had an absolute blast reprising this role) & the villains from previous movies really shone... willem dafoe especially. i cried when aunt may died because it caught me off guard, but i see why it was necessary... mostly i’m a bit confused at to why it took so many movies for mcu!peter parker to come into his own. like, if THIS movie was going 2 constitute his backstory, in which he experiences the loss and defeat that drives him to become thee spider-man, what was the point of his role in any of the previous mcu movies at all? idgi 🚣🏽‍♀️ but yeah! i enjoyed myself, but mostly because of the nostalgia factor (which they knew would be the thing 2 draw people in, anyway) and because i didn’t expect anything too special going in 😭😭

[immortal-enemies]

Why settle for a Julian Blackthorn when you can have a James Herondale? 😌💅