#realness tho i love this song

[div1n309]

i'm trying to find my way home from school i fucking hate it hereee

[ollyrewind]

are you still listening by abbie bosworth

(my merthur playlist that’s like ten years in the making)

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[silusvesuius]

from the back i bash all nite i lastttt t

[itsakarp]

Polites

[nox-sssscraps]

Gawd I’m. it’s 4:20am and I’ve been listening to exclusively the new 21 savage album since it dropped last night and I’m thinking abt my ocs . And spacewaffles I suppose

[cobaltfluff]

Arajin observation notes so far:

- good reflexes? (dodging the trip in ep1)

- strong enough to hold up Matakara??

- is the punches to Matakara's kicks :3c

Kid was definitely serious about becoming strong back then 😂

[pardonmydelays]

ok look, i don't normally do that because i just don't ship real people but since everyone is talking about this lately... i just read the forest fic for the first time ever.

[spookythesillyfella]

silly little brebby . silly little song :3

[ WHY DO YOU HAVE TO STEAL MY QUALITY TUMBLR NNGHHHSH ]

★ song : " colorbars " - Ghost and Pals

[crispyjenkins]

FINALLY got you on my dash again, only to discover you've written an AC fic that you are giving us dribs and drabs of, heathen *shakes prison cell bars* please tell me more about "Miles" before I combust

HI UR MY NEW FAVORITE (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4)

  “Your name is not Miles.”

  Desmond tenses for a barely a moment before relaxing again, and doesn’t bother to look up from the hidden blade he’s tweaking to have a faster release. Even if he didn’t recognise the voice, the dark blur leaning against the doorjamb out of the corner of his eye would tell Desmond sure as anything who had come to haunt the armoury at his side. “Of course it isn’t,” Desmond eventually mutters to Francesco Vecellio, the only one of Ezio’s brotherhood to wear dark gray instead of white.

  Francesco snorts, eyeing Desmond from under the beak of his hood, Desmond’s own pushed down around his shoulders to better see by lantern-light. “You should have thought to pick a more common name if you did not want others to question it.”

  “ ’Should have thought to pick anything before I showed up.” He grinds his chisel a little deeper into the metal casing of his blade, and then nearly cuts himself slipping on it when Francesco gives a startled laugh.

  “You didn’t have one prepared?”

  Desmond blinks up at Ezio’s highest-ranked protégé, not sure if he should feel embarrassed or not. “I, uh. Didn’t think that far ahead?”

  And for someone who had managed nine years evading Templars and Assassins both, you’d think he’d have known better.

  The look Francesco gives him tells Desmond he feels the same. “You’re smarter than that, fratellino.”

  Desmond scowls. “Well, obviously I’m not.”

  “... You snuck into the main headquarters of the Italian Brotherhood in less than an hour and then fooled us all into thinking you were supposed to be here for nearly a week — Machiavelli isn’t sure even our Padrone could have managed that.”

  Swallowing uncomfortably, Desmond scoffs and tries to return to his hidden blade, but that still leaves his entire profile in view of Francesco’s far-too-discerning gaze. And he’s the only one other than Desmond to have been training for this since childhood: his observation skills are beaten only by Ezio, and even that is mostly thanks to his Eagle Vision.

  Actually, Francesco is a born Assassin, too, does he have EV?

  “Miles–”

  “Do you have the Sight?”

  They blink at each other, and Desmond isn’t sure who is more surprised by the interruption. Snarky he may be, Desmond has also had politeness beaten into him, and deference besides, and everyone in the Brotherhood had clocked it.

  “To an extent,” Francesco eventually admits, sounding puzzled, “Nothing so refined as il Padrone’s.” He looks away, crossing his arms over his chest. “It is... finicky, I can only use it while motionless, and it really only tells me if someone means me harm.”

  Desmond bites back the offer to help train his EV into something far more useful — it would never reach the level of Altaïr’s, or Ezio’s, or Ratonhnhaké:ton’s, because that had more than a little to do with Isu fuckery. However, the Levantine Assassins (at least until Altaïr’s death, though it was Al Mualim who started the practice) were able to train most initiates to have at least some grasp of the technique, as long as they had that genetics-dictated spark to start with. Desmond was lucky enough for his time in the Animus to awaken his own Vision, and living as Ezio slowly mastering it into Eagle Sense had improved it in leaps and bounds for Desmond on the outside, and prepared him for experiencing Ratonhnhaké:ton’s advanced form of it. Though that, and Eagle Sense, never actually awakened in Desmond Miles.

  But “Miles” hasn’t told this Brotherhood that he has Altaïr’s Sight, Ezio’s Gift, partly because Desmond forgot they didn’t know, but now it’s also an active decision, because it would without a doubt make them insist he’s Ezio’s son with even more conviction. And until Desmond has figured out what he’s going to tell Ezio about the whole time-travel–thing, he isn’t going to confirm or deny anything the other members cook up.

  Except Desmond watches Francesco tilt his head, and then his eyes burn golden for just a moment. “Why do you ask?”

  He’s smart enough to guess, but he’s also smart enough not to assume, and patiently waits for Desmond’s response.

  Ahh, fuck it, he’s already screwed up this whole identity thing by talking with Claudia (not that he meant to reveal so much to her but, well, she’s Ezio’s baby sister. And [redacted]. Fuck, time travel is so weird).

  He looks up from his carving again to flash his eyes right back, and is more than gratified to see Francesco glow a steady, deep blue. He tends to avoid looking at the Brotherhood with his EV, he’s too much of a coward to confirm just what they actually think of him, and he’s only looked at Ezio once, before they properly met.

  Francesco smiles in the shadow of his hood, seemingly pleased with Desmond trusting him with such a secret. “Does il Padrone know?” he asks without judgement, and Desmond winces as he looks back down at his tinkering.

  “No, I... I became so used to it that I didn’t think to mention it, and then it had been so long that it was... awkward?” He chuckles nervously at admitting such a weakness, especially when he’s pretty sure this is the longest conversation he’s had with Ezio’s star pupil. He has double blades, for Christ’s sake, despite not being a Master Assassin.

  Oh. Is Desmond jealous of Francesco? Hm, something to think about.

  “And then you did not want the others gossiping,” Francesco agrees, nodding like that is the obvious conclusion. Desmond still doesn’t relax, but he’s glad he didn’t have to spell that out for him.

  Desmond scratches the bridge of his nose awkwardly. “I’m not Master Ezio’s son, but I don’t think any of our siblings would believe me if I tried to tell them that.” And hadn’t finding out his real parentage been an absolute trip; he’s still scarred mentally and physically from it. Which reminds him, he should respond to his mother’s last letter before she begins to worry about him taking too long.

  Having a mother to care about him is... still an experience he’s getting used to. It’s only been, what, two years since he found her again?

  She had glowed a blue so dark it was almost black, a colour Desmond hadn’t seen even once in either of his lives, or the lives he’d lived in the Animus. He knows she kisses her letters before sending them from the indigo left behind like lipstick.

  ... Which is also how Desmond found out he had progressed from Eagle Vision to Eagle Sense, which was also the point he realised he hadn’t told Ezio about his EV in the first place.

  “I believe you.”

  It’s said so simply, Francesco even gives a little shrug, but Desmond whips his head back around and is... absolutely floored. As dehumanised and used as he was in the 21st century, his little jaunt to the past has almost been worse, if he lets himself think about it too hard (and he never does). People don’t just... believe in Desmond.  Something must show on his face, because Francesco offers him a tight smile. Then, blessedly, he changes the subject and nods to Desmond’s hands, “What are you working on?”

-

[loch-detected]

Thinking about how Wiggle and Gramble both want one thing: to be loved. In the hugest way.

Wiggle wants to famous, adored by the masses for a talent she has, for song that isn’t Do the Wiggle. Gramble wants love and it’s purest form. Never wanting to be abandoned and mistreated like his other family. Someone who will stay.

They try to solve this with Bugsnax!….It doesn’t go well. They learn pretty quick with series of desperate attempt after desperate attempt that Bugsnax can’t be the thing they need.

It blinds them from it even. Wiggle blinded to her snax’ craze and how she betrays Gramble, Gramble to the love Wiggle does genuinely have for her in a way, still striving for bugsnax to be his family. They need to be surrounded by something large, expansive, and whole to feel truly..accepted? Or if you’ll forgive the over usage of the word…loved.

And yet? In the end they find each other. Gramble finds someone who truly loves him, and Wiggle finds her inspiration. Abd neither of things are through something big and mighty (well…ignoring the end of the game)

It’s through something small.

Each other.

[fallenclan]

my wildest clangen story is that i had an apprentice catch a poisoned rabbit, which killed two elders (she was grieving for them for 4 moons), as well as giving her poison that then evolved into redcough. redcough is SUCH certain death but id already been track to pairing her up via mediator with another apprentice to become an absolute powercouple. wanting to up the drama if she died, i kept pushing their relationship. moons kept passing, and she wasnt dying, and eventually became mates with him! it had been like... 2 years straight of her having redcough, confined to the medicine cat den the whole time, with her supportive husband by her side the whole time. and then she GOT PREGNANT. and i was like. oh my god. shes going to either die pregnant and leave her mate heartbroken, or shes going to die when the kits are young and leave him heartbroken and a single father. but then she delivered the kits. and they grew into apprentices. and she BEAT REDCOUGH. she made a full recovery. after having redcough for like 90% of her life. it was wild and im still so fond of these ocs. i like to imagine she had awful survivors guilt and felt she deserved the redcough, and i really love the song "gilded lily" as an amv of her.

holy shit???? what a fuckin STORY. the absolute slay of her just. beating the shit out of that tuberculosis or whatever. queen

[wormfarmm]

me going through a breakup/losing all my friends:

me when gerard repeats specific lyrics in succession:

i present to you:

[sam-winchesters-gay-lover]

i’d do anything for jared lucifer. like actually

[perpetualproductions]

on repeat game!!!

go to 'on repeat/heavy rotation playlist on spotify/apple music, throw it on shuffle and share the first 10 songs you get

Thank you @spatialwave for the tag!! 💙

1. Slow Down - Peter McPoland

2. Genesis - Ren

3. The View Between Villages - Noah Kahan

4. Rational - Matt Maeson

5. Hate Myself - NF

6. Unconsolable - X Ambassadors

7. Woke Up Hurting - Frightened Rabbit

8. We Sink - Of Monsters and Men

9. Asleep on a Train (Piano) - Radical Face

10. Hear Me - Imagine Dragons

Honorable mentions: Sleep Deprivation - Chance Peña | Illest Of Our Time - Ren | Hallucinogenics - Matt Maeson | Asleep on a Train (strings) - Radical Face.

Constantly on repeat.

No-pressure tags!!! @minthandsoap @pinkcrocss @literaryspinster @freakshowtwopointoh @simiinthemirror @hezder and anyone else who wants to join in! Tag me! I'd love to see what you got. Fun way to discover new music too. Much love.

[abigail]

btw besties !!! i did meet my favourite musician and he did write the thing for me that i wanna get as a tattoo :-) yippie !!! ♡ ♡ ♡