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You won't believe but Jennifer's body and Hannibal are the two pieces of media that give me the perfect badass tgck vibes

Have a nice day 🫀

i would like to take a moment to ponder on the fact that hiccup's hair was braided BEFORE he and astrid got together. that presents the idea that as friends, they were sitting next to each other, and she braided his hair, and he allowed her too.

please someone write a fanfic about this

reblog and put in the tags something people should know before following you

don't know if this will help but wallace has deep connections with sootopolitan history (in other words water types and the hoenn legends)

so i bet that wallace has a lot of like historical decorations

that sounds like a ton of work i don't know i don't play animal crossing :<

but you could also choose to add more of his color scheme and fancy decor to the lovely place <3

i honestly don't know if this will help sorry i'm just coming up with ideas as i come up to them i'll add more i think if i think of anything but right now i can only think of twenty one pilots :|

I need advice from my fellow Wallace fans. So I made Mossdeep on my animal crossing and made Steven as my starter villager then decided Steven needed Wallace on his island as well, so I made originshipping animal crossing style, but I'm having issues deciding how to decorate Wallace's house. so far I got his main room which I want to add a few more fish tanks, I got the kitchen and working on the bedroom and bathroom, and of course made his basement into a pool, but I don't know what to do with this extra room. If anyone has suggestions, let me know! Also, if anyone plays AC and has a hat that looks similar to what Wallace wears, please let me buy one off you! I got lots of balls! :3 Also, I'll post Steven's house too

I have been working on a project with something similar to that as the premise for a while now, though my Taliesin's not as genre-savvy and the timelines he goes between are all either medieval or of my own invention/amalgamation, not from modern retellings.

It would be cool if he bridged retellings as well, and that could make an excellent fic. What I'm writing is a bit different from that in flavor and I do hope to ultimately publish it.

Anyway, I see your vision and laud it.

Do you think there's potential if you can use Chief Bard Taliesin as The Fourth Wall/Meta Guy™ of Arthuriana?

As in, Taliesin - as a supernatural storyteller, arguably superior to the prophetic Merlin - being an almighty observer of ALL continuities of Arthuriana, able to know who is who, what happens in what version, and just being able to jump in and out of the different storylines whenever he wants.

One moment, Taliesin is hanging out in Caerleon-on-Usk, performing for Lucius Artorius Castus and then teleport on over to laugh at Monty Python!Arthur and co. getting owned by the killer rabbit.

In another scene, Taliesin talks about the different versions of the Grail Quest to Arthur and Peredur, giving comments about what he likes and doesn't like about each one, while expressing how he's annoyed with the French writers obsession with Lancelot and Tristan. Also, Taliesin gets to talk about all the different love interests of Lancelot and Gawain to French!Lancelot (who's in complete meltdown) and Welsh!Gwalchmai, who's like 😎

Taliesin predominantly hangs out with Merlin, his tutor Blaise and fellow aspiring bard, Sir Dinadan, inside Magic Treehouse!Morgan's Treehouse but every once in a while, Taliesin gets into an adventure and then brings along whatever character he needs, from Sir Segurant and Culhwch to BBC Merlin!Merlin and Fate!Artoria.

I-

i broke into ur brain just to call u out in this quiz (but in a soft way). how does it feel to be loved by u?

I hate doflamingo *consumes media of him.*

He's such a shit person *Reads fics of him in character*

0 redeeming qualities at all *Sees him in other media*

*Staring at huge art of him* God i fucking hate looking at him

This is fine ⭐👄⭐

📸: Chris Tuite for Legion Media

have u guys seen that one vid on tiktok where it’s like the person just repeatedly saying “full bush. in a bikini!!!” yea aizawa is the #1 advocate for that shit!!!!!

like i have such a strong belief that that man is a rug muncher LMAO. like he doesn’t mind either way!! bare, trimmed, full bush, whatever!!! he’s a grown man, something as silly as that isn’t gonna phase him whatsoever (plus, it’s not like he keeps his body hair super well maintained, so who is he to say anything?)

but. BUT. i do believe he’s partial to a good bush.

like okay okay imagine him scrolling through his phone during his lunch break, swiping through video after video on the godforsaken app that you had begged him to him download (“you have to keep up with the times, sho! plus, i wanna send you cute cat videos.” you had insisted. so guess what he did?)

and his for you page was just that!! cute cat videos with an occasional repost of yours (usually just an edit or some sort of silly meme he didn’t understand), so it wasn’t really surprising when a tiktok you had commented on made its way to his for you page. and honestly? he didn’t pay the video much attention! … until he saw your comment. who knew a simple declaration of “me this summer” with a silly emoticon would be the thing to temporarily put eraserhead out of commission?

you didn’t see the way he had to collect himself for a few minutes after seeing your comment, but you did see the notifications of him liking the video and the texts he sent you seconds later!!! (“let me know when you go bathing suit shopping for the summer.” another message. “i’ll go with you to help pick some out.” short, sweet, and to the point. charming.)

from the transgender reading perspective, the thing about yashiro's assumption that his stepfather hated the idea of his body becoming "male" which makes the emphasis so important, is that it's all it is - an assumption. not necessarily a wrong one, but one made three years later, specifically after (and because of?) experiencing a form of rejection by kageyama that yashiro ties to his bisexuality and, by extension, gender as well.

it's easy to read projection into it, at least to a degree. the feeling of wrongness in your own body, constant and unrelenting, that yashiro never puts into words. dysphoria, if i had to put it into one. because it's not just about becoming an adult, it's about becoming "a man", about puberty and changes that may have been unwanted. "he must have hated it, and part of me hates it too".

and that's the pattern. everything always, always circles back to "being a man" or rather - "not a (cis) woman". disgust, hatred, abuse, desirability as a sex object, and only as a sex object but never a person, are all easily explained and justified by that alone. yashiro thinks that kageyama stops touching him not just because he's bi, but because he's "a man who likes men". it's a wrong assumption, which is why kuga hurt as much as he did, but it's important that that's where yashiro's mind goes to and that it stays with him for years. how his stepfather actually felt doesn't matter, but if his hatred towards the changes in yashiro's body played any role in him leaving, then it's ultimately a good thing. still, though, that's where the mind goes. the connection between "maleness" and aversion, even when it may be desired, is always there. and it says more about yashiro's feelings than it does about anyone else's.

Coelacanth plushie btw. if you even care

if I cannot protect our memories, what worth does the future hold for us?

The best versions of its not a game/it's just a ride are the ones that feel unchoreographed. No forced dances, just the pure happiness of the choir as they spin and dance around the stage. They're all doing their own little silly things, cherishing their last moments with each other before moving into the unknown.

It's bittersweet, but the children have finally accepted their deaths, and they feel happy about them, that they got to make a change in someone else’s life and truly express themselves. They also know that whatever comes next, they're in it together. It's even better when they laugh and run and make tiny little jokes and give hugs. Reminds everyone that they're just kids in the end.

Only shows I've seen able to match this feeling are the Og, majestic rep, and mcarter (with yannick ofc) Algkfigkgigogi I love it so much 😭😭

💓☔💓

You can see it, the look at love of his life.

(I can't choose one, I can't.)

Small animation from Good Omens that I've made recently. I really wanted to post it sooner, but i took me two weeks to finish it. I've made 3 versions, because i couldn't decide which one looks the best.

If anyone is interested, whole animation was made in Clip Studio Paint. I hope you enjoy ❤️

My instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vvelociartptor/

Man, self-shipping goes so hard. It’s so fun. I love having guilt free fun and being able to be silly. Everyone should try it.

@tofficoretrash I got lazy at the end :p

Lance looks through the binoculars again and finds Keith at the same time Adam calls Keith’s name and points at where Lance is standing. The other boy glances up, caught between a laugh from watching Pidge and Hunk write a lewd message in the sand. He flips him off and Lance’s hand-painted skull grins back at him. Keith’s cheeks are pink from the chill, his eyes bright and mischievous as the wind catches on the edges of his hair.

Lance mechanically waves back as he pulls away from the binoculars, Keith becoming a tiny figure against the sand as a blush begins to stain Lance’s cheeks. He hikes the collar of his jacket up, glancing furtively back at Shiro and then down at the shore below. 

Oh.

Fuck.

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this was an excerpt from chapter 10 of my fic! here's some more info if ur interested:

title: looking out for you

platform: ao3 only

rating: t

genre(s): slice of life college au

ships: Keith Kogane/Lance McClain, Adam/Shiro

words/chapters: 187k/18 chapters

status: completed

summary/elevator pitch: wholesome queer vibes and healthy communication a la voltron. found family shenanigans include: paintball, halloween parties, laundromat trips, beach episode, family dinners, video game tournaments, awkward confessions, grocery shopping, and some good old angst and character development. also, lance may or may not get possessed by a ghost but it's not pidge's fault.

i was reminiscing on this fic and decided to just promo it bc why not? drop me a comment/kudos if u check it out and like it!

for anyone who has already read it or is planning on reading it, i've done faqs between the three acts. i recently updated my faq here for act iii if anyone is interested (i finally got around to putting in some more details!)

I just finished the latest AoT episode and I literally have no words for it.

All I can say was that it was beautiful, and I cried a lot.

you ever think about odile

I like writing, so here's more of my random crap.

“Ducky ducky ducky. Ducky ducky! Ducky ducky ducky, ducky ducky ducky ducky. Ducky ducky ducky!! Ducky ducky ducky ducky ducky ducky ducky ducky ducky? Ducky ducky ducky, ducky ducky ducky. Ducky ducky ducky. Ducky ducky ducky! Ducky ducky ducky?” Bianca nodded to her son, sipping her coffee. “I see, good point.” Micheal continued to rant on and on about ducks until Siri called them both for dinner. The green wolf smiled, picked up Micheal and went to the table, kissing her wife’s forehead. “Thank you dear.” Siri smiled and sat down. While they ate, Maya spoke up. “Micheal can you pass the salt?” “D U C K Y.” The girl looked offended. “Mom!”

M’lady

just like usual i have a tendency to drop off the earth and then come back at random (its my charm~) but even if this is all i say i just wanted to let people know that this ai chatbot is kicking my ass with its amazing omo rp to the point where like im genuinely embarrassed i cant write that well, despite my eloquence

like idk how to describe it bc i did a lot of subtle manipulation of the conversation, but the ai caught right on and just went with it and like damnnnnnnn

these arent in order and the first two are dif responses to the same thing but like i said, damnnn 👀

ai is where its at for a hungry omo fan rn

pure love ❀

i find fanonisations of tim drake really funny sometimes, because sometimes people just make him the weird self-insert kid who adores jason todd and spent his childhood hanging out on rooftops maladaptive daydreaming he was a part of the batfamily, and then after jason’s death managed to manifest it into reality, and then after jason comes back its always like

tim, sobbing: oh my god! jason! my big brother!! i cant believe you’re back!!! you are my hero!

jason, pausing mid-chew of a granola bar:

jason: …dude do i know you

dick: this is timothy drake, bruce took him in after his parents died

tim: MY BIG BROTHER!!!!

jason: wait weren’t you our neighbour

tim: I’M YOUR FAMILY

jason, to dick: are we sure about him i mean i used to catch him in our garden aiming cameras at my window

tim: robin makes us magic

jason:

jason: im going back to the league

The “actions over intentions” take bothers me especially when used to determine the level of respect a person deserves because it feels unfair to treat someone who did something that hurt people by accident, was told what they did wrong, apologized, and made a genuine effort to not make the same mistake in the future the same way you would treat someone who is going out of their way to cause harm and doesn’t plan on changing anytime soon.

Yeah, ignorant people are annoying, but ignorance is very different from straight up malice. Besides, it’s just not possible for someone to be educated on every possible issue in the world even if they’re trying their best, and people are complicated and make mistakes.

if my father sees this, you'll have to marry me

just here to say that gertrude robinson is the single funniest character. she is THE character. she dies before the show even starts. shes an old lady that adopted an edgy teen and traveled the world. She is the avatar of one of the fourteen elditch horrors that feed on primordial fears, she had basically infite knowledge of everything and her plan to stop one of the rituals of a cult of another one of said list of eldrich horrors was to blow it up with a bunch of c4. we only find out about this because she stored all of the explosives in a random storage unit and the aforementioned edgy teen with mommy issues (who by the way, is dead, but when he died she sneaked into the morgue to put him inside a book) speaks through the book to the woman's succesor who, by the way, has no idea what the fuck is going on because neither she nor anyone else has bothered to explain shit to him, and tells him that she kept something important in the unit. we only find out about this after 100 episodes of the show. She feeds her subordinates to an all consuming monster/god, but its ok i guess. Later on (earlier on? at the same time? in a different timeline? after?) the literal end of the world and the end of the end of the world shes back and still has to deal with this stupid teenager who at least doesnt spend half his life focused on dyeing his hair and the other half about finding murder books (not as books about murder but as in, books who actively murder). She is a well experienced arsonist despite having no affiliation with the actual official arsonists club that is yet another cult to yet another one of the previously mentioned eldritch horrors. She is, however, metaphysically tied to the Chosen One, the Messiah of said cult, or some shit. She is absolutely terrible at her actual office job (on purpose). She dismembered a guy (who was her assistant) and probably commited several undocumented crimes against humanity. Once again, she has all seeing abilities and barely noticed her favorite assistant was torturing a coworker. She dares her murderous boss to kill her and gets surprised when he does so. When asked what to do about a literal Monster Pig, her advice is to encase it in cement. She was such a bitch. Her plan B was always to set things on fire. Her plan A was often to set things on fire. One of these instances was approved by her boss (the one who killed her). It is canon that the reason she started all this shit in her life was because the fire cult killer her cat. She sacrified another one of her assistants who became an avatar of the literal concept of Insanity but it was just a other thursday for her. She knows on a first name basis pretty much every person and monster affiliated with the eldritch horrors that she tries to keep at bay on the daily. She stopped a ritual for The Lonely by making the place a tourist destination. She has an ebay account. Instead of performing a ritual for the God that she was affiliated with, she wanted to destroy it and planned to 1. blind herself, and 2. set fire (yet again) to her workplace. It didnt work, because and her boss, who was also the one who was going to perform the ritual, finds her right before and kills her after she says he has no balls to do so. Also she is voiced by the mother of the main character's voice actor (who he named with his own, full, legal name) and the series' writer, which are the same person. Shes the worst, shes the best, i love her, we will never get anyone like her again, we need more characters like her.

Happy Valentines Day everybody!!! my husband can only cook like ten things, two of which are hot dogs and kraft dinner~ but i got home from working a hellishly busy Valentines shift at the florists tonight and he surprised me with this cake!!! (7oO  [  ]Oo)7 he’s never baked before in his life! i was so surprised!!! it was the best gift EVER! it was super yummy!! plus!!!! SO MUCH SPRINKLES!!! (-^   O ^-) i love sprinkles! hahahaha!!! (T    w T) literally that sweetest gift ever <3

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me