Woaow (sorry For The Super Compression Tumblr's Gif Limits Are 😭)

As someone who grew up in a city there's something about all the bustle that I find so comforting.

You'll never see every inch of this place, there's simply too much, too many people. So you find the few stores you frequent, the few places you like going, the few people whose faces you recognize. You find your locations and people of interest, and those map onto your brain like the few interactable things in a videogame.

I have no earthly idea what goes on in the buildings between my favorite book store and my favorite cafe, but those places are mine, they're my little parts of this impossibly big place. A hundred faces will pass by on the street, but when I recognize that one guy who's always hanging out in that one place, then I feel like I'm home.

it's starting to feel real...

I KNOW HOW MY FILTHY MUTANT ABILITIES UPSET YOU, SCHMIDT. DON’T WORRY–

–YOU WILL DIE PURE. NO MAGNETISM 

JUST FISTS.

The prompt was ‘detention.’

mech pilot trainee who just flunked out of the program. she wasn’t supposed to be anything but a weapon and she couldn’t even do that right.

she doesn’t have anything. no house, no job, no car, no free will, no legal protections. her entire life down to the level of her brain has been organized around piloting a mech for years and now she doesn’t get to do that. she doesn’t know who she is and she doesn’t even know how to turn back on the higher level brain function that would let her try to answer that question.

she’s basically an empty shell that had a human being in it once. she eats and sleeps and uses the bathroom like a person, but her eyes are completely dead. now she just sits places, silently and unmoving, for hours at a time, waiting for orders she’ll never receive…

gabv1el sketches..

End-of-Splatoon thoughts.

Thinking about how since the very start, Splatoon has had a feature where players can draw and post artwork and spot them as graffiti on walls or billboards. Or how the weapons have always been paint brushes and rollers and ballpoint pens. Since its inception, Splatoon has been dedicated to engaging its players with the act of creation and creative expression, showing them how their art can build communities and (literally) change the world.

Thinking about finding golden human-made music discs buried underground for thousands of years, and a grand finale music festival. About the Voyager Golden Records. About those human handprints etched into concrete in Alterna. Did those human artists know it would end like this? First a fiery death and then, eventually, a worldwide celebration of music to represent our shared past, present, and future. Did they know that their songs, insignificant in the face of extinction, would one day become the solution that will save the next dominant life-form from the same fate?

Thinking about how eerily similar the Octarian domes are to Alterna. About how close Inklings and Octolings were to repeating the same mistakes as humans. But their doomed fates were undone not by some miracle technology or military power or a rocket, but by music.

Thinking about how humans wiped themselves out with war, and our parting gifts were liquid crystals that somehow paired with the DNA of primeval inklings and somehow infused them with our memories and culture and a Song. And 12,000 years in the future, that same Song will end a war.

Thinking about how art and music and punk culture and rock & roll and friendly competition and petty arguments and water guns aren’t uniquely human concepts, but the fundamental qualities of intelligent life. An inheritable spirit that can cross evolutionary bounds.

Thinking about the theme of Splatoon, that art and music and fun will not die with the human race. That every piece of art we create is a seed we sow for future generations to reap. That our legacy is ingrained into the crust of the earth. That long after we’re gone, the oceans will remember, and they’ll pick up where we left off.

Thinking about how Splatoon says that the essence of humanity –– the thing that will outlive us –– isn't war or prejudice or destruction or greed, it's a song.

here is cat horse twilight

shes so WINGS!!!!! and NO MOUTH!!!! X(

ohh and the sketch!!!! yay

bad day today, so i finished cat twilight (sort of, i wanted it to loop but bblawgwah) ill get back 2 it tommroow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :3

also thank you to that one person who said a nice thing about my post text formatting, i was so smiling :)

BYEBYE BYE BYE

"Destroy Capitalism, Destroy the State"

Sticker spotted in Mishawaka, Indiana