I Like You

BOTW fan comic about Zelda I’ve posted everywhere else but Tumblr. I have a lot of feelings about Zelda’s character in BOTW, and I desperately needed to make a comic exploring how she personally relates to the demon she’s working so hard to keep dormant.  

Undercut Todoroki Shouto is back- but this time as a villain ;) special thanks to @hookriot for helping me with the captions!

i have this hc that if it was shouto who had been kidnapped by the league of villains instead of bakugou, dabi would convince shouto to join his cause in taking down heroes who don’t deserve to be glorified, so shouto joins them only to kill his dad and bring justice to his family >:) and dabi is too willing to help shouto kill endeavor… for certain reasons… Also i read that one post @giratinace made about how shouto will call u a bitch so i’d imagine that if he were a villain he wouldn’t hold back on roasting people lmao this whole post is very dark let me lighten it up with a tododeku doodle i made for @palerose13

Can I see all the results in one place? The idea of taking the test multiple times and lying feels really disingenuous, but I love love LOVE the way you've written them, and I need to see as much as I can. ❤

of course. here you are, in order:

[ID/ red. you are angry, aren't you. how apt. you laugh and you show your teeth when you smile and you never, ever let your audience forget that you are dangerous, and then when your theatre clears you do not stop performing. you have not stopped in a very long time, because when you do someone is going to see you as a person instead of a pedestal, and that is not an option. when you are vulnerable again, you will be held. /END ID]

[ID/ orange. and icarus said to aphrodite- so this is what i'm for. you have a distant awareness that the day you fall is the day you change. change is so very difficult, isn't it? watching everyone leave? you want the light so desperately, but you fear it. one day it will come for you. one day you will stop mourning the future and start mourning the present, and it will be peaceful. /END ID]

[ID/ yellow. you act, you move. you laugh and conduct light with your bare hands and you are so, so sweet. honey comes from smoke, and so do you. your jaw clicks in and out of place when you smile, and you are a prop for other people's lives. you don't blame them. you don't think you know how. /END ID]

[ID/ green. oh, darling. you only chose to wear green because someone told you you look good in it. it's much the same with the rest of your life- you give advice, you're good at giving advice, and you're good at being everything they need from you. when is the last time you weren't useful? when is the last time you weren't cunning, and biting, and brilliant? when is the last time you thanked yourself? /END ID]

[ID/ blue. what are you mourning? where will you put the sky when your shoulders give out? atlas, quick-tongue, kind and kind and kind and how, you wonder, will you make them love you? there is a line between manipulation and everything else, and to get the things you needed (shelter. food. a hand off the ground.) you twisted things until you forgot how to do anything else. stop laughing, love. someone will hold you when you run out of clever words. /END ID]

[ID/ purple. you have been used. you carry the world under your tongue, which is the safest it can be with you, and you glare at those who try to take it from you. what else are you good for, you wonder, if not being used- better than being ignored. you don't need them to tell you your own name. fight back. /END ID]

[ID/ pink. you want badly to be kind, to be loved, to be precious, missed when you're gone. you are terrified of being the thing you fear. you want people to come looking for you. you aren't and never have been one dimensional, even when everyone else insists it would be easier if you were. /END ID]

[ID/ black. tell me about isolation, beloved. tell me about loneliness in a crowd of thousands, about painting yourself deaf, about becoming something nobody can hold in their hands without it stinging. you are still breathing, out of spite or otherwise. sing with me. /END ID]

[ID/ grey. repression tastes like chalk. you build yourself a lighthouse and haunt the stairwell all on your own- you think it's funny. you are angry, and tired, and people want so much from you but never listen when you speak. don't be petty- keep talking- i will listen. /END ID]

[ID/ white. you are a caricature of yourself. you are blank, and cruel people perceive that as purity. fangs are white, too- learn to bite. learn to rip and tear. you would benefit from finding another colour to swallow down. protect yourself. you deserve it. /END ID]

Hisuian Zorua dying in the wilderness after being shunned and exiled by humans who were unjustly afraid of them and coming back out of malice…quite the familiar story, wouldn’t you agree, Commander?

wave of memories

What FanFiction and AO3 need is a “suggested story” list. When you finish one fic you really liked and you now need to fill the void, you just click on the option and find a similar one.

I Will Not Apologize

Happy Pride, ya'll.

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watched this for the first time when i was 14 i think? it saved me

Late tonight a bunch of staff are playing a game called role call and if you thought fugitive was wild just w a i t until i tell you how this goes cause role call is absolutely terrifying

We aren’t letting the campers play it so that lets us up the scare factor by 147%

oh, fuck, his name is spelled wrong,