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Weird that they are placing so much emphasis on having bio kids as the ultimate form of happiness and legacy, when Mr. Miyagi is like, right there. Do the writers think of him as different/a tragedy because he would have had it if his wife and son didn’t die, or did they just forget?
I answered and I deleted and I answered and I deleted, because I agree so much with you and I don't want to ruin the enjoyment for anyone, so let's put this below the cut:
The North Sea was clashing against the tall cliffs, foaming at the edges, white and washed away blue and rocky grey all combined. Maybe picturesque, but a sight that could have been turned into a painting that could have made it to the museum. In the back of the art gallery, because something so lifeless would never be the center of attention, but it would be a secret of those who dared wonder further, who wanted to learn its secrets.
The sky was of a light, dull grey, riddled with clouds, and the distant rumble of thunder predicted a storm. It was already raining, a soft pitter-patter that could've slipped unnoticed.
Everything was quiet. The Cave was empty. The last person that had been known to have gone there was Regulus Black, the heir of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, who had disappeared and never came back in 1979, four years before. The funeral had been bodiless; the heir hadn't been found.
They all said he's dead, which must have been true. After four years, no one could fathom the possibility of even seeing him again, let alone being alive. Something or someone must've dragged him away and killed him. Some said they might have been his own Lord's orders, for betrayal, or for lack of cold blood. But those were just unimportant details. He was bound to die either way, sooner or later. Hadn't it been for his poor mother, mad with grief and the need for vengeance for her only son, no one would have investigated one bit.
The thunder rumbled loudly that time, and lighting flashed somewhere in the distance. The atmosphere was filled with death.
Or the lack thereof.
Light panting. And there he was, standing in front of The Cave, Regulus Black, all bloody and slashed across his face, his clothes ripped apart, clutching Salazar Slytherin's locket like his life depended on it.
— all the sinners (sin again), chapter one
SLAMS MY FIST ON THE TABLE
finished the rough draft for the car sex fic and its at 5k words :'>>> so just editing now . WOOO
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For the honest hour thingy, favorite mythology, animal, and food?
Favorite mythology: Japanese youkai, especially bakeneko and nekomata.
These guys
Favorite animal: foxes, literally all of them, all kinds. Even false foxes I love them all
Favorite food: sushi. If I could live off of just sushi and sashimi I would.
also y'all don't understand. my mom has been hounding me to make fucking t-shirts for YEARS. for the last 5 years whenever i've spoken to her she's blamed me for not working smart and told me i'm poor because i draw these stupid comics instead of inventing the next skelanimals. i have AGGRESSIVELY avoided doing this or producing ANY merch largely because it's unspeakably horrible for the environment. one pound of cotton (enough for 1 shirt) takes like 2,600 gallons of water. that's not even counting the gasoline used to ship and slave labor used to process and create the cotton and shirts. i can't fucking handle her constantly repeatedly chewing me out for without exaggeration HOURS weekly about this, i've cried an amount if time i can't even count over the years because she's dead set on killing the planet for some stupid merch, it feels humiliating that my career has just stuttered for years enough that i feel forced to eventually back down on this
Nah it's so frustrating seeing people on Tumblr think that fan edits only exist on T*k t0k when the editing community has been on Instagram since like 2016. We're out here spending hours on edits w mad transitions, effects, colourings, time remapping ECT all for celebrities and people on Tumblr to only acknowledge TT fancams, the fukn dregs of the editing community I'm sorry but ._.