Trying To Remember This

everyone needs to stop framing bill cipher as this flat static character that has no significant backstory because it’s pissing me off

due to the release of the book of bill AND the website unlocking new lore, we know that bill literally massacred his whole race/world in an attempt to liberate them through chaos as they denied his ability to see the third dimension

he spent his whole life up until that point being the only one to see the stars (that’s kind of fascinating if you ask me)

ALSO don’t forget that bill is a liar! so many people are jumping to conclusions and deciding that because bill said that he doesn’t care about what happened to euclydia, then he doesn’t care. don’t take his statements at face value because he’s fooling you too!

you have to look at the context and his actions. not only is bill lying to you (the reader) he is lying to himself! the example I’m thinking off is in the book of bill he talks about his childhood and describes how everyone loved him when we know that’s not true (because what he could see was illegal and taboo) after that, when he talks about the massacre everything gets blurry and he can’t fully describe it.

bill is lying to himself to soften the blows of reality. when people like time baby or his therapist try to ask him anything related to his past he clams up and won’t say a word.

he is lying to himself just like he lied to ford, just like he lied to dipper, just like he lied to mabel, and just like he’s lying to the reader.

he is constantly putting himself on a pedestal and convincing people that he’s the greatest! when he knows there’s something wrong and can’t even remember through all the lies he’s created!!!

this is not me saying that he’s an excusable villain (because he’s absolutely not) but me saying that he’s an multi-faceted character that people keep writing off as simple.

At the risk of sounding anti-intellectual, I think that college should be free and also not a requirement for employment outside of highly specialized career fields

Being a mom and an anarchist and trying to figure out the whole “parenting” song and dance from that perspective makes me think 8-year-olds have about got it figured out. I hate school. I hate tests. I hate bedtime.

I love the very brief cut in the atla finale when Ozai, defeated, turns to look at Aang as he brings the water up to clear the fires around them

Ozai. An incredibly powerful fire bender. A man who was so arrogant and still managed to think that, moments prior, he could’ve caught the avatar off guard, even after being scared out of his mind as the kid chased him down with a solar system of elements around him

He fully got his ass handed to him. Not only was he beaten by the goodness in Aang’s heart and his decision to spare Ozai’s life, but his bending was taken away. In a world like that, it’s a fate worse than death. This little 12-year-old just touched his head and heart and fully evicted the one thing that made Ozai who he was.

You have the power to end it here and stop what you’re doing!

…I do have the power. I have all the power in the world!

I love that look that he gives Aang. He is exhausted. He just stared death in the face. His energy was bended. The strength and invincibility he felt when he was trying to break through the earth Aang hid himself in was replaced with an embarrassing shell of a man, and even more a leader

And to look at this child whom every avatar in existence, from Wan to Roku, spoke through and who chased him down and just selflessly saved the world. Who calmly breathes in, lights up, and slowly uses the first water bending move he was ever taught to cleanse the damage that Ozai caused

Forced to watch the goodness of this kid in full swing. This fully realized avatar, and a more powerful bender than Ozai could ever dream to be

MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING FOR SH and depictions of PSYCHOSIS

I spent days researching schizophrenia for this guy

crystal beptism

I really love your Poppy playtime children art, are you going to do the others as well because I would love to see Marie, Theodore, and Riley as well

Sure! :)

You can't keep them all safe, they will die and be afraid, tell me, so I say

Poppy, tell me you will stay

After years of living in the adulting world, I think I’ve come to a realization: Manners exist to guide you to good conduct even when you’re in a bad mood.

When you’re happy, when you’re feeling generous, when you’re pleased with your gift or your service or your outcome, it’s easy to be nice. It’s easy to tip the waiter well when you’ve had a good day. It’s easy to thank the teller or the clerk when you got what you wanted out of the transaction. It’s easy to smile and chit-chat with strangers on the road when you’re in a good mood.

It’s hard to tip the waiter when you didn’t enjoy your food. It’s hard to thank the clerk for their time when you’ve just been told there’s a problem with their account and they weren’t able to fix it for you. It’s hard to think of something nice to say when your aunt gave you a crappy sweater you neither need nor want. It’s hard to be nice to people when you’ve had a shitty day. It’s HARD.

That’s what manners are for. Scripts and phrases that you learn by rote to say when you can’t think of a single nice or good thing to say from your own volition. Yes, they’re scripted. Yes, the sentiment is empty. But the scripts work in every situation, and the emptiness provides a buffer between your own unhappiness and the rest of society.

Because most of the time, it’s not the waiter’s fault that the food you ordered wasn’t what you expected. It’s not the clerk’s fault that your account is overdrawn. It’s not the fault of the barista or the stranger on the subway that you got fired today or your favorite aunt died. But even when you can’t summon a smile or a cheery word, you can still have manners, because they will serve you the same in sunshine or rain.