#& I just might

[vyxated]

hi vyxated i love the pastel pink ui you’re working on currently!!! i just wanted to give you another suggestion that most simmers are talking about over on twitter which is a brown/beige ui so whenever you get a chance can you answer our prayers!! 🥹😭🩷🩷🩷🩷

does milk tea/coffee count as beige? lol

[lena-in-her-mind-palace]

Okay, so anyone who says Tim is a Ravenclaw is WRONG. If you think Tim is a Ravenclaw then you don't understand Hogwarts houses outside of "the cool kids, the smart kids, the nice kids, and the mean kids".

Like you mean to tell me Tim "I blackmailed Batman to make me Robin" Drake isn't a Slytherin?

Tim who has more contingencies than Batman and is the only Robin that can LIE to batman?

Tim decides something needs to happen and then makes it happen. Like that isn't the most Slytherin trait ever.

Slytherin's are cunning, resourceful, and ambitious. If you don't think that describes Tim Drake then you clearly haven't read the Red Robin comics.

I mean let's take a look shall we?

He realizes that batman didn't really die, and not a single person in the entire hero community believes him, so what does he do? He decides to find and save batman himself. AND HE SUCCEEDS.

There's the ambition.

Tim fought seven powerful metahuman assassins, whose abilities he did not know of before, while protecting a civilian, AND WON.

Resourcefulness.

And do we really need to talk about how many times Tim faced Ra's in a battle of wits and won?

Cunning.

So yeah, Tim Drake is a Slytherin and if you still don't think so, fight me.

[abbeyofcyn]

[softlytowardthesun]

I'm thinking about Thalia Grace.

In the Percy Jackson TV show, the shades who go to Asphodel don't meander aimlessly for all eternity. Instead, they physically transform into the asphodel plants. And that got me thinking about Thalia -- a tree with a human soul. Laid down her life at the age of twelve, and now trapped in an evergreen limbo, straddling the line between life and death, just as the shades in Asphodel are somewhere between Paradise and Punishment.

Then (spoilers for a 15-year-old children's novel), she's restored. She wakes up. Her life is her own again, but at the same time, it isn't. There's a prophecy, see, and the prophecy says that she will do ... something when she turns sixteen that will either save or doom the world. So she comes up with a clever solution: she joins Artemis's Hunt and takes the eternal youth that goes along with it. She is now frozen at fifteen years, 364 days old until she leaves the Hunt. She trusts Percy to be a worthy prophecy hero, and watches him grow up.

Two years pass. The prophecy is fulfilled, and she no longer needs to be fifteen indefinitely. But she stays with the Hunters. And why wouldn't she? She's made friends among them. Her long-lost brother returns to her, and he's exactly her age now. She gets to watch him make friends, fall in love, and decide what he wants out of his life. Sure, there's another villain who wants to end the world, but she's beaten that before. She can do it again.

And so it goes. Year after year. Her brother dies barely a year after finding him again. She doesn't even get to say goodbye. And there's another villain who wants to end the world. She has to set aside her feelings, her human heart in an immortal body, and set things right once more.

She stays with the Hunters. Why? The prophecy has come and gone. She's already outlived the only family she had left. And she remains in this loop, somewhere between life and death. How much more of this will she take? How many more friends and loved ones will she lose? Eventually, all of them. Percy and Annabeth are on track towards their happily ever after, but they'll die someday. Thalia will be alone, no different from when she was a tree on Half-Blood Hill.

[plum-pudding-everywhere]

[l0sermouth]

someones gotta make a jayvik / madohomu edit or drawing or BOTH before i take matters into my own hands....

[mythmerth]

a merthur x hayloft fic plot because it would work so perfectly, cause whatever happened to the young young lovers?

Arthur trying to make up for uther, who went off the rails when his wife died at Arthur’s birth and uses their money on whatever new thing he’s found to fill the void that Arthur’s life created. Arthur, who had to raise himself on their farm and run all of the business on his own while keeping pretenses that uther knows better than him. He’s at his limit, one single scathing remark about how “strange it is you haven’t found a girl yet, Arthur,” from dropping his entire livelihood and running away with the money he earned for them.

But then he meets merlin, one of the ranchers sons who’s incredible with his hands and god, the way commands the horses, the way his teasing remarks makes Arthur’s heart skip a beat, the way his eyes light up — and he feels like he can breathe again, or maybe for the first time. Everything is a pleasant haze until months later when uther catches them in the hayloft together intertwined in body and soul and has his hand gun pointed in his face demanding to repent for what he’s become. He tries, he really tries to talk his father down, that a gun won’t solve anything, to go back to sleep. yet uther yanks merlin up by his sex-mussed hair and his gun turns to point at Arthur’s starkly exposed and terrified lover instead. There’s tears streaming down his face as he grows increasingly hysterical, the pale skin that Arthur had just been reverently worshipping only minutes before still glowing in the moonlight. He can see the red marks he left, not even yet developed into their purplish completion. He suddenly visions everything clearly if he remains complacent to uther, can see Merlin’s lifeless form slumped over with uther towering over, his lovers soothing pulse never to be felt under Arthur’s lips again, and something inside of him breaks. without a second thought, he grabs the shotgun leaning against the wall behind him and aims.

“You wouldn’t dare,” uther scoffs, like he really believes it.

He’s not a bad kid, but he had to do it.

he couldn’t not. he had to face off.

he had to kill pop.

And so he does. because he couldn’t not, not when merlin was his everything.

Covered in blood, they burn down the barn with his body in it and tell everyone uther got drunk and knocked over a lantern, tragically passing in the fire in the middle of the night before anyone noticed.

Whatever happened to the hayloft?

you can ask Arthur and Merlin, but the only truth they’ll tell is to each other.

[saphiccarma]

"I hate you," Agatha spat, her voice full of venom, but Rio could tell she didn't really mean it.

Taking a step closer, she grabbed a hold of Agatha's wrists, gently caressing them, "No you don't." she whispered softly, kissing the inside of her wrist.

[jasminesjournal]

Imagine...

You were once Dutch's ex and he didn't pay attention to you. He loved you but didn't show it well as he was too busy prioritizing the gang. So you leave without him knowing and run into Colm O'Driscoll.

Dutch doesn't know you've become Colm's little spy until a few years later when you save Colm from a hanging and Dutch is surprised to find the rope shot and you there...

[heademptie]

I'm only on season 2 but...

There is a severe lack of Torchwood fanfiction and I am frothing at the mouth at this. AND within that small number of fanfics, Ianto does not get enough love. (I'm a reader insert person mostly so I'm mainly reffering to those fics) (also, where are my jack x reader x ianto poly fics???) (imagine the fluff. the angst???) I might just have to do it myself.

[madychi]

Mmm what if I made a Sonic Dungeons and Dragons (dnd) but it was called Zones and Badniks (znb)?

[barbieaemond]

That Easter Day urge to gif every scene of TGC in Domina

[ninihousebears3000]

I am getting so much fuel to do a hr department for Hellsing.

[teddybeartoji]

waitaminute.. if i can't draw (yet).. i could just... act out the scenes in my head with my fucking legos and then just take a pic of it so i wouldn't forget it.....

[babymorte]

i really wanna watch night at the roxbury

[shealmostdrowned]

because i'm grumpy today i'm gonna cause problems on the dash

what annoys the shit out of me with the constant "drop reputation!" "rep is coming!!" "clown clown clown for reputation surprise drop" is that it's taking attention away from literally everything else.

we're about to get extra professionally filmed surprise songs and no one cares. "i hope she announces rep IN THE MOVIE with a graphic or something" shut up

we're about to get a whole brand new album and still the focus is on yelling for reputation

the "debutation" theories and shit as though debut doesn't deserve her own spotlight for one fucking moment

the sheer fact that SO MANY of the people obsessively calling for reputation only view it through the girl-bossified lwymmd lense and don't see the vulnerability underneath and understand that taylor really thought this was it for her

does reputation deserve love? obviously. that's not ever what i'm arguing against. i'm just still still still not over the crowd chanting for a reputation surprise drop during surprise songs after we'd only just been given 1989

am i taking it way too seriously. yes, mist likely. am i going to yell about it anyway? yea.

they act like they're entitled to it right now when they want it immediately instead of seeing the release schedule laid out and being a little patient and appreciative of the insane amount of new art we already have over the last 4 years.

folklore, evermore, fearless tv, red tv, tour, speak now tv, 1989 tv, a tour movie, and ttpd but still there's a constant (and i do meant constant) demand for reputation.

it's about the content flow and not about the art or music or even taylor. it's the content and it makes me want to throw my phone in the ocean