Im Doing My Best To Write Angst Bc Theres Two Open Wounds In My Mouth And Im Bleeding

wowow https://www.instagram.com/p/BtrFpqpHkLu/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1115dk18ne1ek

Red Robin walking slowly through a battlefield, eyes turn to the sky, unperturbed by the chaos and violence around him. He moves forward, step by step.

A piece of debris flies past his face and slashes his cheek. He doesn't flinch. All he can see is that image in the sky that is so beautiful, so captivating. All he can do is continue to walk towards something that he doesn't understand.

Tim begins to whisper softly, nonsensical-sounding words. They are swept away by the shouts and sounds of fighting. Sometime later, something begins to whisper back, echoing his words back to him. The wind is picking up, kicking up dust and ash and small bits of debris. It picks up speed, whistling past most inattentive heroes barring a few who look up in confusion at the sudden change in pressure in the surrounding area. The wind seems to like Tim; it circles him, caresses his cheeks.

His friends and family, other heroes don't notice this odd behavior, too wrapped up in their own battles, until someone shouts out a warning as Tim is almost crushed by a collapsing alien ship. He doesn't flinch as it explodes, his cape billowing out to the side and his hair ruffling in the rush of air that follows.

As the battle winds down some, people begin to notice as he makes his way towards... something. They see how his eyes are looking at a certain point above him, his neck craning as if to get a better look, so much so that he keeps stumbling. He seems to be mumbling under his breath, though none can quite make out what it is he's saying.

He doesn't respond to calls of his name, or cries for him to stop, to wait. He doesn't even notice.

Time slows and stops. The sounds of battle fade. The rustle of trees and chirps of birds and anything that had ever lived or ever will ceases.

Tim carries on.

buck as a ballet dancer

that's it, that's all I can think about. Evan Buckley with his long ass legs and fine physique, dressed in white tights and ballet shoes, gracefully and solemnly dipping a ballerina during a seat-packed performance like as shown. I dunno bro, I have no clue how ballet even works but damn, what an image. imagine him dipping Eddie like that.

how did Shen Qingqiu even get that tall.

wasn't he a street kid, scavenging for any food he could get for several years? was he fed somewhat adequately in his time in qiu manor and that made up for it somehow? how was my man like 6 foot something???

me imagining teeny tiny Shen Jiu, barely taller than a tea plant as a baby, and then he just shoots up in his teens.

lookie my friend Priss!!! 💕💕 she has nice nail beds, am jealous https://www.instagram.com/p/BwCXYr5nS-3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wakz1h2sxday

meet Ms Felicia https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt6T3MGn88H/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1x49smh6x5397

me

Me: I love fanfiction with slow burn and slow built relationships, I love the pining and I want to wait 1628 chapters and three eternity before they get their shit together and end up dating

Also me, two lines into the fanfiction: WHY DON’T THEY JUST KISS OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING IT’S SO OBVIOUS THAT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER! JUST KISS ALREADY!!!

Passing the baton

i started drawing an ding disciples for an illustration and it spiraled into a full design exploration of a disciple uniform. its really not that in-debth i just wanted a reference for myself

Some of My Favourite Types of People in a Fandom Include:

1. The fan fiction writers: Those writers who write the stories that have such a good plot and characterization and grammar and occasional smut that it just ensnares you in its clutches but you don’t care because it’s so freaking good

2. The Analyzers: the people who go deeper than the surface of the anime, characters and couples, who notice things that I don’t usually, who reveal what is partially hidden, who interpret

3. The Artists: The people who have so much creativity and skill in their little fingertips and they take it and put it on paper only for it to turn into masterpieces. The original artists, the creators of fanart and doujinshi… (If I missed anyone else who deserves recognition, sorry for my bad memory *sheepishly smiles*)

All in all, you guys are awesome.