#(still messing w it btw)

[love-3-crimes]

HOLE-DWELLING HOLE-DWELLING HOLE-DWELLING

[thankstothe]

oh boy im so happy my joyfriend is sabotaging my relationships

[humanmorph]

(transcript by @violentandmagnificent)

It’s quiet here, living in your head. It’s quiet here, and when I talk, you listen, at least when you can hear me, which isn’t always. It isn’t always, but it’s better than never. It’s quiet here, living on this ship. It’s quiet here, and I remember when it was loud, I remember different voices bouncing in these halls, I remember old arguments, I remember myself. I wonder how much I can tell you; because  I can tell you; I have much to say. But you never saw me astride the Prophet’s Path, beside the Resin Heart, imparting wrath and play. So who am I? You only know what they’ve told you. So who am I? You only know what’s written down. So who am I? You only know what’s on recordings, and according to the world, I’m a hypocrite, or drowned. I doubt you can hear me, but I know that she can. So pardon my frustration, I’m just tired of her plan. I lost my life long before I understood, before metaphor became real, before I felt the wheel’s wood. I wonder what she’ll tell you. I wonder what she’ll share.  I wonder what she’ll ask of you, what task of sweat and prayer.  I long to sweat and pray, a body in the day. The color of the sun. The touch, the ocean's spray.  The last thing that I felt in life. (The first thing that I felt in life.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I hope she tells the truth to you. (I hope she tells the worst to you.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I loved her like she told me to. (I left her like she told me to.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  We’re running out of time, you know? (She’s running out of time, you know?) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I fear we might be mirrored, two echoes of a call shouted between two queens, two queens who want it all. I fear we might be symmetry, I fear we might be one. Make her tell the truth to you before we come undone.

PALISADE 37: Reach In / Reach Out Pt. 1

[polarmoon]

have some unedited screenshots while i mess around with reshade

[metiredlr]

Thinking about goukaze once again and how we got so many good crumbs of them in the match against Argentina.... I'm still so fucking salty they didn't bring back Honoo no Kazemidori because these two did their best in the first half. Captain Kazemaru and co captain Gouenji had so much potential man

[beansismyreligion]

Qsmp trumpet holding flowers? For your drawings requests

little guy

[draystersden]

With some goroawase fun, I've landed on June 3rd being (my headcanon for) Drayton's birthday! Pride month bday yeaaaa boi, and also it makes him a Gemini / whatever the poke-equivalent would be.

See the explanation under the cut:

The word I picked is "座る", which is read out as "すわる" (suwaru) in hiragana. It means "to sit" or "to squat": something Drayton loves doing because the boy is The Biggest Slacker and he loves chairs!

Breaking it up, numbers have multiple readings in Japanese. The following are what I've managed to land on after about an hour of cross-referencing:

す su = 3

わ wa = 0

る ru = 6

Though I've seen "su" also matching up with 4? I couldn't find anything consistent on that, so I stayed with 3 - leading to the number 306! Reading this as day/month (3/06), it translates into June 3rd. Alternatively, if you go month/day, then it's March 6th. While I do like the idea of him being a Pisces, I like June as a birth month more.

So yeah. I made Drayton's bday a pun off of how he likes sitting. And if I ever do a SwSh AU of him, I already know what his uniform # can be. There were some other words I was looking at too, like "寒い" (さむい samui , cold as in cold weather) since his BBA turf is the Polar Biome and of course something with "竜" (りゅう ryu, たつ tatsu) for "dragon", but 座る was easier to work with.

[5-htagonist]

with a conflict avoidant attitude and a dirty environment you can turn Normal Adam into Depressed Adam just like that!

[britneyshakespeare]

without doubt one of the worst things about bratz dolls is that you cannot display them without shoes bc they look weird as fuck. stumpy ass bitches

[autumnfangirler]

its about girls who are so superficial and insincere in their niceness that no relationship goes any deeper than surface level, vs boys who are so honest in their love that the caustic shell fails among people they cherish btw. if u even care.

[bobzora]

crazy to me that the default rpgm 'select item' dialogue does not show item descriptions

[wildtornado-o]

My Chenery design looks so much like Adrien Agreste helpppp 😭😭

[reneesbooks]

snippet saturday

still not a thing but this is my blog and i make the rules and i'm THINKING about birdie and fabin. i swear i'll get back to jack and arthur in a second just let me scream about birdie and fabin for a minute

Emilia tucks her wings against her back, settling in the grass next to Birdie. “When do you think we’ll have to return to Morbhard?”

Birdie stares out over the fields, her pulse quickening. Emilia senses that she’s asked a question that Birdie doesn’t want to answer. Birdie lets out a long breath. “I’m not sure.”

A lie, but Emilia doesn’t question it.

Birdie glances at the sky. “The sun will go down soon. I should make preparations. It’s the full silver moon tonight.”

Emilia shrinks into her human form and sets her hand on Birdie’s shoulder. “I can make the tea if you’d like.”

Birdie smiles. “Thank you. That would be nice.”

Emilia returns to the cottage and puts the kettle on the fire, digging her toe into the floor as she mixes the herbs. As much as she trusts them, as much as they’ve all grown closer over the weeks and months at the cottage, Birdie is still hiding things.

The kettle finally starts to whistle and Emilia pours a cup of tea. She heads back out to the garden. Birdie is standing next to Fabin, clearly just arrived from the forest, smiling up at him as he complains that the deer are getting better at hiding. Her laughter dies abruptly as the silver moon’s light hits her, her preparations forgotten in the grass a few steps away.

Fabin backs away as Birdie’s silver light explodes outward, a pulse of magic flattening the grass in a circle around her. Her tripled voice shrieks, her hair lifting off her shoulders. The entire whites of her eyes burn silver.

Blood starts to run from her nose. Fabin shrinks and tries to step closer, shouting her name. Emilia grabs a washcloth and grips it tightly behind her back, the fabric straining as she twists it nervously.

Birdie’s eyes begin to bleed as well, silver light pulsing from her. Fabin grits his teeth and takes three more shaking steps through the waves to reach Birdie. He grabs her shoulders and Emilia hears him shout her name.

Blood is streaming from her eyes and ears now, the third recitation barely begun. Fabin winces as silver magic lashes out at him, cuts opening on his cheeks. He keeps hold of Birdie, shaking her shoulders, trying to wake her up.

The silver light fades and Birdie’s eyes roll back. She collapses and Fabin catches her, lowering her slowly to the grass.

“Shit.” Jack and Arthur freeze in the doorway of the cottage. “Is she okay?”

“Does she fucking look okay?” Fabin growls, glaring at them. He snatches Birdie’s handkerchief from where she’d left it in the grass and starts to gently wipe the blood from her face. Emilia picks up the cup of tea again and moves cautiously. Birdie’s eyelids are fluttering, though she is limp in Fabin’s arms.

“The tea for her throat,” Emilia says quietly, when Fabin looks up at her with another growl. “I’ll look at those cuts.”

“I’m fine.” He holds the teacup to Birdie’s lips and Emilia flinches at the audibly painful gulps. “Birdie, can you hear me?”

Her silver eyes flick up to his face before fluttering closed again. She tucks her face into his chest.

Fabin leans down to murmur something to her that Emilia doesn’t hear. He presses his cheek to the side of Birdie’s head and Emilia stifles a gasp, averting her eyes.

Fabin stands with Birdie in his arms. “She needs to rest,” he says, not looking at any of them. He winces as he adjust his hold on her and Emilia wonders what other damage Birdie’s backlash did.

He says nothing else as he carries her into the house. Emilia bites her lip as Jack and Arthur turn to her with wide eyes. “I’ll make some more tea.”

[frogmascquerade]

Doctah...who?

[realjem-art]

this is that redesign i was talking about btw

[ambrosykim]

what if i started smoking. just so i could do this.