shut the fuck up jerry i know luigi looked beautiful you are just a miserable little hater and ur mad bc nobody wants to marry u meanwhile ppl everywhere are lining up to marry luigi and that makes u sooooo mad go blow up and die about it
god, everything ASO does with the concept of being “a keeper of souls” breaks and reheals my heart.
Sidney, who’s the first and last and only of her line because she was deemed fundamentally flawed by her corporate creators, but she had to believe she wasn’t and by doing that she basically made it so, she proved her worth and her line was continued, she got a whole new family.
Barry, who had a family and community but lost it and had to keep living anyway, who got companionship and a new family despite being so alone. Barry and Sid’s relationship as the respective “onlys” of their kind and the way they find kinship in each other through that is honestly so beautiful. And now, Barry can do the same for Barry Nyne.
Even Skip- he momentarily becomes a keeper of souls when the ~house of frangus~ dies. he always hated his family, his people and what they stood for, but for a brief second he’s totally without them, the last cerebroslug. And then he discovers that the house of frangus was just a part of the cerebroslugs, and his species isn’t defined by his family’s terrible bullshit
Do not fall into despair. Continue calling your local officials, attending protests, boycotting companies that fund open genocide. Because of this media blackout, we are now Palestine’s voice - please do your best for them.
This post is your reminder that you are not obligated to blog about current events.
Things are bad. Really bad. Do not let people guilt trip you into tormenting yourself even further over the fact that things are bad. Doomscrolling is not activism.
If you’re just on tumblr to blorbopost or reblog pretty pictures, you are not harming people by inaction.
You are not a bad person for not dedicating every aspect of your life and leisure space to whatever disgusting mask-off attack on human life and dignity some government has decided to enact.
Take action where you can, but don’t confuse doomscrolling and digital self harm for action.
If you need to lose yourself in blorboposting, go for it.
If you need to log off for the day, whether it’s to take irl action or to protect what little sanity any of us have left over the past 7 years, then by all means, do.
Morale is important. Hope is important. Small joys keep us from burning out completely in times like this. Do not let any “if you don’t reblog this I’m judging you” guilt trip convince you otherwise.
“Where were you?” Merle needles, hardly waiting for Taako to take his helmet off. Taako spites him with a long slow motion shake of the hair first. Bitch can wait.
“Yeah, Taako, we can’t start dance practice without you,” Magnus says, folding his stupid beefy man beef arms.
“Sorry, I thought I joined a fucking werewolf bike gang?” Taako sets his helmet on his motorcycle and gives them both the stink eye. “Not fucking, Twinkle Town.”
“What the fuck are we gonna do, not dance?” Magnus says, like there is a response to something like that. Taako rolls his eyes and goes inside, forcing them both to follow him. “Hang on, what’s that smell?”
“What smell, no smell.” Taako’s heart starts pounding. “I went to Arby’s. There, I admitted it. Cease the Hague.”
the amount of the ppl saying they were terrified of getting them removed cause you’ll come out accidently in your stoned state after is….universal experience…
