#of course not

[ubeng-ubas]

Just realized I could recycle my foundation animatic designs because this au is ALSO post-finale...... heh..... I get to bring back Ragatha's foundation outfit

Heads up, I might not post for a good bit for irl reasons, so have the cast's outfits! (which I honestly just made as a reference for myself lol)

(edit: I realized I forgot some colors lmao, fixed it. I think................)

[teaboot]

Any tips for being a suicidal 15 year old?

When I was a suicidal 15 year old everyone told me “it gets better”, and it sounded like bullshit. And frankly, it still sounds like bullshit. Like oh, what, I’m living in hell and you’re not gonna help me or *do* anything or give me any useful advice and I’m supposed to just hang in there on the nebulous, pithy promise that things are just gonna work out on their own? And you can’t tell me how or why, I’m just supposed to take it on the faith that I don’t have that something might change in ways I haven’t considered?

But yeah. It does. And it’s frustrating as hell.

Yes, things are gonna get better, and they’re gonna get better in ways I can’t describe even after experiencing it myself. Things you don’t even know CAN be different WILL be different. One day you’re just going to step outside and realize things got better somewhere and you didn’t even notice it happening.

And there’s really nothing I can say that makes that sound even a little bit believable.

I guess all I can tell you is that you have to want to believe it.

[dianagj-art]

also some of my favorite panels here 🥰

First / prev / next masterpost / early access (patreon) / askblog

[pimpomme]

something something about how norris has only been reading the cases about loved ones and their devotion

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Fan Fan. I want congee.

BITTERSWEET LOVE Episode 9

[wherethemothsgrow]

Hey remember when Jean looked at Jeremy with a searching gaze and said “there you are” so softly? Remember when Jean’s eyes searched for his Jeremy inside one that seemed lost, relieved when he found him? Remember when Jean desperately needed Jeremy to come back to him? Remember how he misses him??

Do y’all remember that??

[cosmic-cove23]

Thinking about Defernull Tenna’s tailcoat.

He’ll put it over you when you’re sad, or cold, or stressed, or having trouble sleeping, or all of the above. Putting your arms into the satin-lined sleeves, they’re still warm from his lingering body heat. And so, so soft. You wrap your arms around yourself, your skin tingling with warmth, and pull the fabric over your nose. It smells just like him and his cologne: electric and woodsy, with just a tiny hint of smoke and vanilla. It feels like a hug.

You love wearing it, and steal it at every possible opportunity. You’re the only one, aside from his dry cleaners, that’s allowed to touch it. It’s huge on you, its tails barely dragging on the floor and its sleeves covering your hands. It’s the perfect blanket.

You like running your fingers over the soft materials. He deserves something this nice, you think to yourself. Something that will hold him tight and keep him warm. You turn the coat over in your hands, your fingers tracing the huge silver star sewn onto the back. The edges of the star are rounded and gentle-looking, which you find sweet. It’s so at odds with the rest of his persona.

At first, he may pretend that you’re being silly. It’s just a coat. And he needs it back in a couple hours, so don’t wrinkle it.

But inside, it makes him happy that it brings you such comfort. And he begins to find your continued theft of it quietly endearing. It swallows you whole, much like he does when he wraps his arms around you and bundles you up in his embrace. He loves his tiny star. He loves seeing them wear his things, beaming with pride and delight as they do so.

Even if he grumbles and complains about it, he loves having to track you down and catch you so that he can get his coat back. He can’t just go out onstage in his shirt and harness, doll, you know that.

But when he does get it back, he can just barely smell your scent on it. He can imagine it wrapped around your body, keeping you safe and caressing your skin. He likes it even better when you’ve worn it, he decides.

In the late evenings, when your emotions tend to get the better of you and you begin to cry all by yourself, he’ll shrug his coat off his broad shoulders and drape it around yours. You relax into the thick fabric, putting your arms in the sleeves again and nuzzling your cheek against the collar. He wraps his arms around you and lets you sink into his body. You love nighttime cuddles—with your favorite blanket and life-sized teddy bear, no less.

The room is dim, and music is softly playing from Tenna’s screen when his little star’s tears dry and they’re finally able to drift to sleep.