#[ but also where are my molly's at ]

[river-of-wine]

Me and the devil

[imorphemi]

Molly and Beau

[too-many-rooks]

I'm so obsessed with what we see of Frank's parenting/leadership in this interaction. This blend of total authority he has over Patrice, that demands his absolute submission and obedience and the expectation of (further) physical punishment for his failures. The emotional manipulation - how Patrice flinches when Frank reaches out to grab him, but how he brushes his thumbs softly against Patrice's cheeks, violence and threats switching to comfort and re-assurance so quickly, telling Patrice he's special, the one he valued the most anyway, how he embraces him and tells him how to channel his emotions, the promise of restoring their family, rebuilding.

God these two are insane. I wish they'd just kidnapped River and made it all his problem.

[ee-where-they-shouldnt-be]

Giovanni and his boys watching the Barbie movie

[dent-de-leon]

Tealeaf saying,“The very last feeling I felt was a...royal kingliness,” still makes me smile. The rest of the Nein starting to wonder if maybe he really is a king--“Oh shit, were you royalty or something?” “He kept saying ‘long may I reign’ and everything? Maybe he was a king.” 

Just...the thought of Tealeaf as actual royalty who ran off to sea and became a pirate king. It's so romantic and just the kind of thing Molly/King would love--

[arikitari-josei-osaka-naru]

Nephrite / Naru Art I made, set in the 30th century in Crystal Tokyo after Nephrite has reincarnated (they are both in their 20s). I'm undecisive whether this is part of the same continuity as 512TR(ans) and most of my other NephNaru works, so you can interpret it how you wish (whether this Naru is cisgender or a transwoman, etc). There are also NSFW versions (for adults only) on my Bluesky account that show more of these scenes... though in this case you can't really see the naughtiest bits due to the pose, there's still more nudity than I'm willing to risk on tumblr, alas XD Also, this week is the LGBTQ Week event- this art is not for that event, but please check out that event anyway, there's a lot of beautiful art by other people! I hope to contribute a piece or two to it soon myself, with other pairings.

[uncanny-tranny]

Something kind of funny I never anticipated about crocheting with longer hair was pulling out a piece of my own hair out of my project that I somehow crocheted into it

[glitch-pep]

As I've stated before, the Chaotic Crossover AU doesn't have a plot, it has a beginning, but it doesn't have a canon ending, and it never will have. I covered this in more detail in this essay.

But, unfortunately for everyone's hearts, @random-meme-bot went:

...but what if did have an ending?

And what if it was a Bad Ending?

And boom,

The Chaotic Crossover Bad Ending AU, or just Bad Ending AU for short was born.

Basically, the poem I'm about to show you is based on all of the following posts, but ESPECIALLY on the first one:

Post 1 Post 2

Post 3 Post 4

Now, without further ado, here it is.

Saudade

Have you ever woken up one day,

and as everything unfolds, in it's usual way,

something starts to feel wrong, out of place,

it suddenly doesn't feel the same,

when you look at your face.

As you're running down the street,

you spot a boy in blue with a bear.

As you stop he dissapears,

and you can't pinpoint why you would care.

The fact that you forgot, doesn't seem very fair.

A guy you don't like fell off his skate,

you asked him if he's okay using the wrong name,

why is up for debate,

maybe you shouldn't watch TV so late.

You spot a familiar drawing in a book

before you go to sleep,

you forgot who it reminds you of,

and as you count some sheep,

you wonder if it was a memory

you wanted to keep.

As you ponder over your props

yet again this week, the bells fall, 

it makes you wonder why it made you shout

'Cat!' turn around, and all.

You also start to question,

who's name you actually wanted to call.

More things happen as time goes by,

you don't know if you should:

stay calm,

go crazy,

scream,

or cry.

The more they happen,

the more you wonder why.

You wanna find the answer,

but no matter how much you try...

You don't know where to look.

You don't know what you need to see.

Because supposedly,

everything is in the way,

it was always meant to be.

[mollyrolls]

hi everyone, my name is molly and i am addicted to spider solitaire

[pyrithadrian]

The first time they kissed — on the lips, properly, like two person who wanted to be together — it was, regrettably, unfortunately, quick.

It was a slight peck, gentle and careful like Mollymauk was afraid of breaking him, and he grinned wildly afterwards, seeming proud and joyful like he had always been.

“You taste of dirt, Magic Man,” he said, then ran off, walked down the stairway to greet Jester, as though he didn’t just turn his world upside down, as though he didn’t just kiss him with an unfounded tenderness.

The second time, the third time, all of the times, Mollymauk kept telling him how he tasted. Dirt and books and the soap from the bathhouse. You-should-wash-your-clothes. You-taste-like-yesterday’s-meal. He said all of those things, smiling and soothing, and kept on kissing him, as though he couldn’t get enough.

The final time, he kissed him, and didn’t tell him how he tasted.

He kissed him like he knew they would never meet again, he kissed him like they were to reach the end of Mollymauk-and-Caleb-Widogast, he kissed him like a farewell, like a please-live-well and a forget-me-not.

“How do I taste, Caleb?”

He asked, and red, gentle eyes looked into his own, like he was searching for something, and like he had found it in them. He turned away, and ran off, again, to Beau still stiffly glancing over Keg, his smile still utterly Mollymauk-Tealeaf, like the first time Caleb had seen him, like the last time Caleb would ever see him.

And he never told him — he could never tell him, that he tasted like the sun. He tasted of life and love and sunlight dancing on the grass, and he would never taste anything like that ever again.

[hetagrammy]

What better to put Miss Ireland in than The Green Dress™ from HoTD?

[slashingdisneypasta]

Who else still has their childhood doll/teddy bear/blanket on their bed because Jessie's Song in Toy Story 2 s t u c k to them when they were little and they still would never ever want for their old friend to go through that??

[justmwahstruly]

wlep

you know what time it is

whiteboard doodles time

these is from mine (with some really cool peoplies)

and from @thegenderconfusedpuffball’s whiteboard

so uh new oc yay ty to the peoples on both whiteboards they very cool people

[the5n00k]

My brain has chosen violence and Rebecca Sugar still hasn't paid my therapy bill /j

(yes this is a SU movie reference spinel is my spirit animal)

[deepseacolors]

One of my cats (Molly) loves playing fetch more than anything in the world. When she's awake, there's always a 75% of you ending up with a small fuzzy cat toy dropped on your feet, her looking up at you expectantly.

She has also recently learned how to open up her toy box. (Get behind the drawer and push it, go back to the front and reach her paws in)

Combining these facts: if you do not immediately respond to her solicitation of play, she will apparently think, "oh, they must not want to play with this toy. I'll go get another one!" and before you know it you'll end up with a huge pile of shapes of varying shape and fuzziness sitting either on your or next to you.

[dent-de-leon]

that part in the harvest close festival where Molly was looking for some silk flowers for Yasha ; ; Molly tucking little flowers in his horns and being so excited he found a lovely gift for his dearest friend—