#{YOU CAN'T TELL ME THIS IS A LIE}

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[bluewolfangel01]

Mc: *approaches Beel, looking dejected*

Mc: "Beel... Can I ask you for a favor?"

Beel: "Of course."

Lucifer: "Why is Beel holding Mc like that?"

Beel: *holding Mc super tight, with slight crazed eyes*

Belphie: "Mc asked Beel to hold them tight as if he just found them almost dead."

Lucifer: "I see.... Are they're alright?"

Belphie: "Yeah, especially now because of Beel."

Lucifer: "Very well then, as long as they're fine."

Mc: "thanks Beel."

Mc: *hugs Beel tighter and buries their head more into his chest*

Beel: *buries his face into Mc's hair*

Beel: "anytime Mc"

[longmaxsilvarg]

me when i'm in a who's social interactions keep them up all night more competition and chloe's my opponent

[p4nishers]

crowley saying "if any harm comes to aziraphale because of this i will–" to gabriel is SO fucking special to me bc he was so clearly afraid of gabriel after the trial like just look at his reaction when he first sees him and him saying he spent a WHOLE NIGHT worrying that gabriel's gonna smite him like he's actually terrified and still after ALL THAT he still threatens gabriel and i just think threatening someone like THAT is actually so vulnerable bc he's making it abundantly clear that he cares for aziraphale and wants him safe and that aziraphale is HIS to protect and he WILL protect him no matter fucking what and i just i can't deal with how outright and upfront crowley was this season not only with aziraphale but with other people ABOUT aziraphale too like he was really not fucking around this season and he needed everyone to know aziraphale is his and made gabriel almost JUMP OUT OF A WINDOW for wanting to hurt aziraphale and the vulnerability of it all is making me go NUTS

[imma-triple-a-battery]

it halloweenin' time :)

@mha-quotes-and-such

[thursdaymoonrise11]

Modern AU: Hogwarts Legacy

Two seconds earlier...

A chance meeting in a bookshop📖✨

I really just wanted to draw Sebastian and Phoebe as if they were both living in North East London and are the most INSUFFERABLE, sustainable, soft boy/girl versions of themselves lol (and that isn't complete without the secret history, sally rooney and THOSE tote bags)

I had to really fight giving Seb a moustache

(and because everyone and their uncle is reading intermezzo atm)

[axewchao]

I wasn't kidding when I said Dal always cries whenever he gets mad.

It isn't something he can control very well, if at all; whether he's throwing someone's cruel words back at them, repeating whatever happened to himself in private, assessing a situation from a distance, or on the brink of succumbing to his rage, tears will fall without fail. If he's lucky, his hair can hide it, or he can blame it on dust/pollen in the air.

But we all know how bad of a liar he is. =_="

[jusst-you-race]

gosh i just ADORE the condo fic, tysm for writing it, it never fails to make me laugh! <3 being dead honest I think it's what got me over the hump from "f1 is something my friends like and I listen to them talk about it" to "oh shit do I like the racecar drivers???" (although I chose to rep stroll/aston specifically to annoy those friends and it backfired on me... oops haha)

for your text chat prompt consideration - oscar and lance? possibly in an au where they're together, but if you can't figure that out no worries! (piastroll is like three people and two pieces of fanart HAHA) (but the fanart is so good) (shoutout tumblr user poscariastri i owe you my life) (I should stop rambling sorry ahaha)

omg thank you!!!! i feel so honoured to have been the thing to drag you into f1 fandom <3 we always need more lance fans fr! okay so... the idea of oscar and lance as a pairing is unbearably cute and as they are two of my beloveds you bet i had to write them together!!! there's not a lot to work with (tragic) but hopefully this is good! ignore me pushing the seal lance agenda but also click the image links for the ccc snippet prompts

Oscar image.png

Lance ?

Oscar reminded me of you 

Lance That’s a seal 

Oscar yeah a seal taking a nap 

it’s you 

Lance Alright… 

Oscar it’s cute 

like you 

Lance Okay charmer 

Oscar image.png 

this is also you

Lance Where are you finding all these seal photos?

Oscar around 

Lance Weirdo ❤️

Hey speaking of naps 

Oscar yeah?

Lance Are you in the building?

Oscar I am 

Lance Come over?

I wanna nap 

Oscar I have an assignment to do…

Lance And?

Do it while I nap on you 

Oscar you’re a bad influence 

you know I always fall asleep whenever you nap on me 

Lance Sounds like a you problem 

Oscar I really need to work on this assignment 

Lance Fine 

I’ll nap on my own then 

Oscar wait 

no hang on 

fine 

I’m coming down 

do you still have my hoodie from last time?

Lance Depends 

Oscar are you wearing it?

Lance It’s a good nap hoodie 

Oscar yeah I know 

that’s why I want it 

Lance Come cuddle me instead

Then it’s basically like you’re wearing it 

Oscar spoilt…

Lance Yeah 🥰

Hurry up I’m sleepy 

Oscar alright be there soon 

[ilildefoxy]

Okay I'm alive.

I'm sorry just- Nexus dying caught me hard. But I got over it and I am finally able to draw Sams again.

So they took this picture when Solar first came to the Daycare. Nexus had it in his pocket ever since and when Solar died he scribbled onto it. Out of anger, despair, pain, grief. He ripped it apart when he started hallucinating, keeping the Solar one only. Well, after Solar got brought back, he got the Nexus part from Jack and when Nex died, he found it in his pocket. How? He snuck back and also downloaded his data, so he could bring him back. He glued together the picture and cries over it now, not sure if he should or should not bring Nexus back.

<— That's completely cannon. Yes. It's very cannon. I saw it happen.

[postmodern-blues]

BEATRICE: You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you. BENEDICK: And do it with all thy heart. BEATRICE: I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest. BENEDICK: Come, bid me do anything for thee.

[wellfine]

Hey I found ur art uncredited on tik Tok

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMreQSnaw/

They said they "found it on Reddit" so they just decided to steal it and post it ig?? Ugh!!

Wow, that's a whole other repost to the one I thought it was going to be, lol. It's been reposted to TikTok once before, and I'm also not surprised this person got it from Reddit, where I doubt I was credited either.

At the end of the day I appreciate the heads up but there's nothing I can really do about it. The most helpful thing anyone can do is to leave comments on the reposts to provide credit,* because if artists ever try and comment then we pretty invariably get attacked. Don't be mean or aggressive, that just builds their animosity towards the artists, but I do think people respond positively to outside pressure to do the right thing 🤷

*Remember to make sure there's enough context - eg. something like "art by @ landegart on Twitter" is more searchable/useful than "artist is Landeg" to someone on TikTok who has no idea who I am haha

[worstloki]

Fortesa Latifi, We Were Young

[fuwahua]

Day 16: Cackle

🎀 TkTober Day 16: Cackle

🎀 Tags: Neuvillette/Wriothesley/Clorinde (platonic) , Sigewinne being super adorable, tea parties!

“I will see you tomorrow, Sedene.”

“Have a good evening, Monsieur!”

Neuvillette waves as the elevator begins to move with a jittery clank that would alarm most but him. It’d been a while since he’d last visited the Fortress of Meropide but the ever-unchanging rustiness of the elevator was a familiar comfort—much of Fontaine has changed since Furina’s retirement, and yet this would remain the same.

Tonight’s occasion would also be a wonderful journey down memory lane. Sigewinne had graciously invited him to attend her tea party, and both Chlorinde and Wriothesley also accepted the invitation. He extended the invite to Furina who’d promptly rejected him after discovering the duke would be there as well; try as he might to foster an amicable relationship, she was still hesitant to reach out to those whose lives were affected by the rulings of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale. It was a change he knew would have to come in time.

For now, until the day she was ready, he would watch nurture these relationships in her place

The elevator dings as it descends to the bottom. The prisoners bark excited shouts as they spy him, some waving and others running away, but strangely neither Wriothesley nor Chlorinde are ready to greet him at the entrance. He stands there a minute, waiting, but as the stares of the people grow more perplexed by the second, he shifts uncomfortably.

“Mister Neuvillette!”

“Sigewinne.” He smiles as the little head nurse approaches him. She waves, cheerful, and he kneels to pat her head. “How are you? Where are the other two?”

“Everything’s good! Well, except,” she huffs, gesturing in the direction of the duke’s office. “Those two won’t come out and enjoy the tea party!”

Strange. There were no pressing cases or concerns that should occupy them on this occasion. Neuvilette hums. “Do you know why?”

She giggles, amusement sparkling in her eyes. “See for yourself!”

It is a short walk to the office, made shorter with haste when Sigewinne leaves halfway to brew a new pot of tea. There’s no reply to his knock on the door, but the office was made soundproof to begin with, and Neuvillette pries it open with ease. The ringing echo of a cackle greets his ears, and he huffs in understanding.

Those two…

“Wriothesley! Chlorinde! You’ve kept Sigewinne waiting.”

The laughter doesn’t cease. It is an even shorter walk up the spiraling stairs and Neuvillette is both unsurprised and unimpressed by the sight of Wriothesley splayed over Chlorinde, both their outer garments discarded on the nearby couch, her boot kicking his thigh as she tosses her head back in laughter. His hands, gloveless, dig into her waist, and he looks up with a grin.

“There you are! Rare of you to run late, Monsieur.”

“Neuvillette! Ahehaha get this dog off mehehehe!” Chlorinde’s back arches as she shrieks, Wriothesley’s hands climbing up her sides and under her arms. Her right comes sharply down to protect herself as the other slaps his hand, the sound reverberating. In response, Wriothesley only climbs further onto the desk, tickling her with newfound amusement.

This too, Neuvillete supposes, is a constant that’s yet to change.

He sighs, pinching the skin above his nose as Chlorinde’s leg hits the desk with a resounding bang! The image forms neatly in his head: Sigewinne trying to pry the two apart with no avail, her poor tea and cookies abandoned until he arrived late from work. He’d mistakenly assumed the other two would be timely and have started the party without him but…

Well, in a way, this could be considered a party. His lips twitch as Chlorinde’s voice cracks when Wriothesley’s hands give into the meat of her thighs, a weak point, and he looks at the wetness beginning to gather in her eyes.

“Come on, bodyguard. Can’t handle a little tickling? I’m sure you—Eek!”

Wriothesley leaps back, desk suffering yet another kick in the process, as his arms snap to his sides. It’s too little, too late, and a fresh cackle bursts free of him as Neuvilette tweaks the ends of his ribs. “Monsieur!”

“Behave, Duke,” Neuvilette warns, though there’s amusement in his tone that has Wriothesley cringing away in panic. “You can handle a little tickling, can’t you?”

“Wait—wahahhait noho!”

“You’ve kept Sigewinne waiting so long she has to brew a fresh pot now,” he tsks. “We’ll have to entertain ourselves in the meanwhile…”

“Neheheheuvillettehehehe!”

The sound of cackles rings through the room once more. It is only once Neuvilette properly tires him out (with the aid of Chlorinde’s masterful fingers once she recovers) that he hauls them both to Sigewinne’s party. Quite literally, as they’ve decided to exhaust themselves beforehand; the sight of him carrying Fontaine’s strongest duo, one tucked in each arm, has the prisoners whispering and both Wriothesley and Chlorinde’s faces burning red. None of it matters as much as the way Sigewinne’s face brightens when she sees them entering the room, a freshly brewed pot of tea set on the table.

[heros-shade-fanclub]

i've always adhered to the idea that termina isn't a real place but rather a representation of link himself. and it makes me unwell if i think about it too much. to be quite honest with you

[mellobellooo]

I too must join the renaissance

[lunarharp]

"Found out" set in kind of a made-up chapter where the girls are in trouble, or something.