bisexuals are always tired that’s a fact
Sometimes I just ignore anon hate because theres a proverb I learnt in a Nigerian movie that said.
‘You cannot run naked after a mad man in the street after he has taken your clothes away from you because the public will not know who is the mad person between the two of you’
I feel like this proverb was based on firsthand experience.
(lance and keith are quietly cuddling on lance’s bed, keith with his head on lance’s shoulder, absentmindedly tracing hearts on lance’s chest as his eyes stare off into the distance, while lance uses his free hand to scroll through his instagram feed)
lance: you’ve been really quiet today. what’re you thinking about?
keith: i’m just thinking about my boss baby theory.
lance: … are you talking about the boss baby movie? like, the alec baldwin one?
keith: yeah. pidge and i watched it last night, and i kind of have this theory that the movie isn’t a “real” movie - i mean, obviously it isn’t real, it’s an animated movie - but like, the entire plot of movie isn’t real in that it’s basically this imagined fantasy world created by the main character as a way for him to understand and come to, uh, emotional terms with the arrival of his baby brother. so there’s no babycorp, no baby in suits, it’s all just a little kid’s imagination gone wild. i mean, (visibly growing more animated) the movie opens up with an example of how, like, pervasive the main character’s imagination is- he’s able to come up with an entire world, with different rules, and he casts the people in his life as characters in his setting, so suggesting that maybe he’s actually playing pretend, or y’know, imagining everything, is actually pretty plausible. also, when you’re watching the movie, there’s a ton of inconsistencies and like, plot holes? hang on, lemme get my laptop so we can watch the film-
lance, turning off his phone and shuffling around to give his boyfriend his full attention:
New Orca babe~
She’s my other orca’s gf
I wish Batman was depicted like this more often. Many of his villains are mentally ill and victims of tragic circumstances, it would be nice to see him try to help them as much as he helps the people they put in danger because of their problems.
I tear up every time I watch this show. “I had a bad day too, once.”
Best version of Batman. Best version of Harley.
Mermaid sketch I “finished” up
Gentle reminder that the human eye is naturally drawn by noise and movement, so the next time you walk into a crowd or a bit late into a lecture or something like that, they’re not staring at you or judging; it’s just an instinctive reaction that has nothing to do with you doing anything wrong.
This really helps my anxiety.
oh.
It’s literally a threat assessment/food gathering instinct. The steps your brain is doing, subconsciously.
-Check to see if movement is lion in grass.
-Also check to see if possible game animal and edible.
-No it’s just Dave getting into lecture hall a few minutes late.
-That’s boring.
-Lose interest.
Well, now I’m worried that when I walk in late, I’ll be considered prey.
Or predator. 😆
I imagine that it’ll take some time before they can communicate properly.
I’m so proud and I know that Krolia is too
“Love,” Allura plucks one of the holograms from the ground, holds the spectral flower between two, deceptively delicate fingers. “Is a lie. Just look at the trouble it’s wrought across the galaxy.”
Prince Lotor traces the veins on her wrist with his claw, wonders at how easy it would be to draw blood. How fragile she is. How dangerous. “But before that, it was merely love. Controlled, it is no more dangerous than a holo-generator.”
Her expression darkens. “It convinced me to fly into a star once. It can be plenty dangerous when it wants to be.”
“But you defeated it, did you not?”
Allura stays silent.
“I imagine that you would kill me if you thought our love would lead us down the same road as Zarkon. I would destroy the universe for you, sacrifice every star for you, but you wouldn’t let me.” Prince Lotor kisses her hand, and intertwines his fingers with hers. The flower falls, and dissolves into light before it hits the ground. “Would you?”
“I- no.” She admits, leaning her head on his shoulder. “But who’s to say that I won’t turn out to be the raging warlord?”
“If so, then I would stop you. I would tear out my heart and lay it at your feet.”
Allura sighs, still not satisfied. “I love you, and it scares me.”
“Oh, but darling,” He grabs her chin, and kisses her, hard and soft and full of all of the feelings he can’t quite put into words. “That’s the point.”
(dialogue is so much fun. Plot, not so much.)
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