#*weeps softly*

[the-faded-1]

I am content in the delulu that Optimus' ending speech was heard by not only the Autobots, but also Megatron.

"Do not lament my absence, for in my spark, I know that this is not the end, but merely a new beginning. Simply put, another transformation."

[skuntank]

i thought i was the only one who understood gardenia for who she really is but i feel so validated today

[fellowshipofthenoodles]

Queen Noodle says that y’all have the best husbandry advice and are doing amazing care for misunderstood animals. Keep it up

I love you Queen Noodle thank you so much please accept this 🐁 and also my entire heart

[cozypups]

how come one day i draw with ease but others it feels like i forgot 5 years of experience

[astrobei]

hi hello !!!! i have come 2 politely ask for a box of tissues :,) i reread a body in motion since its one of my all time favorites but that was maaaybe not the best idea at 11pm since im now on the verge of tears 👍 seriously i dont know why im not in ur inbox 24/7 freaking out about ur fics like!!! im so impressed !!!! i could talk about ur writing all day but for now i'll just say that ur one of the best byler fic authors imo and im rly glad u share ur writing w/ all of us !!

also holy fuck im resisting the urge 2 write a whole paragraph about how much i screamed when i saw u followed me but thats a bit much so! i'll just say thank you!! and ofc i hope ur having a stellar day/night :D

OMG HELLO !! ok this is so late and u will have to forgive me Please and Thank You because every time i’m close to answering all my asks another ask game goes around and then i get distracted but !! u need to know that i thought abt this ask every day for the last week it’s so ?? nice ?? i’m so so glad u like my fic so much sjdsjfksjf i’m currently working on chapter 2 and i’m like. 9k into it so hopefully !! it delivers !! but this is seriously so sweet of u to say omg i’m so 🥰☹️ thank you for READING my fics and then also being nice to me about them !! ALSO I LITERALLY. i thought i was following u before bc i saw ur url on my dash a lot and i just assumed that i had nwmdmdkf thank u so much for stopping by i am so sorry again for being so late but messages like this literally mean the world to me and i hope u have a fantastic day/night too !! 🫂🫂 (also i couldn’t find an emoji for a box of tissues so here is either a toilet paper roll: 🧻 or a basket of freshly washed towels: 🧺)

[dangerousironpineapple-blog]

Wow , this is.. sprofound.

Words Spoken to from the depths of time and until its end . This is what our cave dwelling ancestors said whenecer there was an intra crevice row before storming off into the wild to die or bring back more social credits / calories

I WISH THINGS HAD TURNED OUT DIFFERENTLY!!!!!!!!! goes to the supermarket

[emielili]

❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜

Had this been asked by anyone else , it is likely Lili would have scoffed ; turned her nose up towards the sky in an act of brave defiance towards whatever may dare to stand in her way , be it ghost or the devil this woman had once welcomed into her heart . Such childish questions are beneath me , she would proudly proclaim , assuming the question as a challenge to her fears .

The sincerity in Jun's expression leaves Lili's heart aching , just a little bit . Immature as she oft is , a moment of self-aware maturity strikes her in that moment . She is envious of the mother Jin Kazama has .

' I am looking at a ghost right now , no ? '

Resentment towards her own mother hardens her words , something she tries to mask with the clearing of her throat . With a breath , Lili softens , lacing fingers together in front of her lap . ' After learning of what beast dared to harm you , I suppose I would no longer be surprised by a mere ghost . '

[fronomeeps]

Happy Birthday, Subway Boss.

[joyfullyacat]

@sleepykas

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[royalarchivist]

Mariana: What's your favorite food?

Jaiden: Oh, my favorite food... uh, wait–

Mariana: Taco Bell? Something like that?

Jaiden: Uh, amo las papas... fritas.*

Roier: Ohh, french fries!

Jaiden: Uh-huh!

Mariana: Oh my god, Jaiden! Ohhh, you speak so good, man! You're Mexican!

Jaiden: Oh, thank you!!!

Roier: [Laughs] Yes!

Mariana: Oh, yes Jaiden, yes! I'm gonna hit you! I'm gonna hit you! :D [He gives her a friendly punch]

Jaiden: Si! Aaa! [Laughs]

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]

—

Mariana: Ok, you like papa fritas, the french fries.

Jaiden: Mhmm. Si!

Mariana: And- and what's your favorite restaurant? Like Popeyes, Chick-fil-A, tell me.

Jaiden: Umm...

Roier: Doña Lupita's Tacos?

Mariana: Yeah.

Roier: Yeah!

Jaiden: I dunno if you guys have it. It's called– I don't know if you have it in– uh, if it's–

Mariana: Don't worry! We are Mexican, but not stupid.

Jaiden: It's called– I- I looked it up–

Roier: [Laughs]

* [She's trying to say "I like fries"]

[holdmymallowsweet]

A Wisp of Affection

Richard Jackdaw x f!MC

Word count: 1,635

A chance meeting in the depth of a summer night leads to some playful banter, and an intriguing question.

Also on AO3, properly tagged

a/n: I’ve been feeling a certain way about this ghost boy lately, and then I came across Sasha Alex Sloan’s “Dancing with your Ghost” by chance and it put me in a wonderfully melancholic mood. And now that you know what to blame for this, enjoy.

There was something enticing about the Forbidden Forest at night. Laced with a prickling sense of danger, it promised adventure and glory- or perhaps notoriety, for those bold enough to venture into it. He might not have met an untimely death, if it hadn’t been for his odd fascination with the place.

Soft footsteps and rustling in the grass told him someone was approaching, and he felt her presence before he even saw her.

She found him again.

He turned his head to look at her, which always startled her a bit-

But then, where was the fun in getting his head cut off, if he couldn’t use it for comedic effect? And it always made her laugh in the end.

This time was no different, eyebrows raised in a slightly disturbed frown, corners of her lips twitching upwards, she gave him a quick huff of laughter before closing the distance between them. 

“Hello, Jackdaw.”

She strode over to him, disturbing a swarm of fireflies as she went, before she sat down.

“Hello, you. Out for a midnight stroll?”

“Always, you know me.” She flashed him another one of her playful smiles.

He returned it fondly. They both liked to pretend that she came across him by accident when they met like this, usually in the depth of night, when everything was quiet, save for the ambient sounds of the forest. He always found it romantic, although not many agreed, at least not the girls he tried to court when he was alive.

She took a deep breath of air. The fireflies illuminating her skin when they flew close and the serene look on her face made her feel like something out of a dream. More of an apparition than himself. The sight would have made his heart flutter, if he’d had one. She brushed a flyaway strand of hair behind her ear, only getting it at the second try, and he wished he could have done it for her.

He’d known they were kindred spirits when he sent her off into the cave where he met his demise. When he noticed she still had her head, the next time he saw her, he was both relieved and disappointed. He wasn’t entirely sure how tangible relationships between ghosts could be, but Merlin, he’d have liked to discover it with her, if it had come to that.

Curious, fearless, playful and teasing in a way that felt warm and endearing rather than malicious. Traits that Anne had once shared with her, before Azkaban cruelly burnt them away. Perhaps that’s why he’d briefly entertained the notion of picking up where he left off with this one.

It was quite pointless to think about, really. He wasn’t of her world, and she wasn’t from his time, not even born yet when he was alive. It was no matter, he’d never mature- mentally or physically- beyond his 17 year old self. Whatever it was that they shared on these summer nights, it was a fleeting sensation. Soon enough, she’d outgrow him, worry about employment and other adult responsibilities, perhaps remember him as a schoolgirl crush as she aged while he would be no different than he was now. Waiting around for the next lass or lad who’d indulge him, but she’d likely always be one of his favourites.

He looked up at her- which reminded him that he was still holding his head, which he promptly replaced on his neck- waiting for her to speak. In the beginning, he’d tried to woo her with tales of his adventures, but she wasn’t easily impressed. Understandable, as she had plenty of adventures of her own under her belt. Over time, he realised that it was more rewarding to enjoy the silence with her, until she’d suddenly have a thought, or a question that led to something- a jaunt through the forest or sometimes just a bit of teasing back and forth between them, but he loved it all the same. 

“How’s Anne?”

All right, not what he’d hoped for. 

“Much the same, really, but I don’t want to talk about Anne right now.” He only ever visited her in St. Mungos out of a sense of moral obligation, she only vaguely remembered him and they no longer had anything to talk about anyway. Being ultimately responsible for her fate, the guilt would forever stay with him, but he didn’t want to let it spoil the moment.

She said nothing, only measured him with those piercing eyes of hers that seemed to see right through him, in more ways than the obvious one. She’d always been the perceptive sort, had a knack for figuring out what went on in the heads of others. It could be quite unnerving, but thrilling at the same time.

“How come I never see you around the castle?” she asked, evidently content to drop her previous question.

“Why, did you miss me?”  

He’d avoided her on purpose. She had her own life in the light of day, and he didn’t want to constantly fight the temptation to invade her privacy. This was at most a dalliance, not the romance of the century, and it was better that way, considering their circumstances.

“Do you remember the deathday ballroom? I thought I’d see you there sometimes, but I never do.” 

He made a face. “Not really my preferred choice of location. Or company.”

She chuckled. “Not one for dancing, are you?”

“Did you happen to take a look at the other ghosts? Hardly anyone there who’s not old enough to be my mother. Or my grandmother.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I’m fairly certain at least some of them died after you.”

“That’s not really how this works.”

She laughed. If only he could dance with her- 

Actually, perhaps he could. One of those stiff, boring dances that didn’t involve touching. He watched her as she pushed back that strand of hair again. It was hard to imagine her curtsying in a pretty dress anyway, she looked much better running and scrambling through the forest, with the hems of her robes frayed beyond the capabilities of even the most potent repairing charms.

“You know, speaking of dance partners…” 

“Yes?” He was perfectly willing to change his mind though, if that’s where she was going with this.

“Have you ever kissed someone?” she asked, giving him a curious look.

“I’ve done more than kissing, little fledgeling. I was quite popular with the girls in my time.”

She raised an eyebrow and gave him a derisive snort. “Oh? How’d that work out for you?”

He grimaced. Poorly almost seemed to be an understatement, but then neither of them had ever been as good a match for him as her. More willing and able to follow his clues and solve his riddles than Anne, more intrigued by the treasures in his thief’s den than Apollonia- she was a bit of a magpie herself, much like him. They would have been so good together.

“Why, looking to take advantage of my expertise, are you?” She had no shortage of male acquaintances she might possibly want to kiss. Personally, his galleons were on the freckled brunet- that one reminded him a bit of himself. He wasn’t sure what she would have wanted with the sarcastic, blind one, but then there was no accounting for taste, and she always was a bit unpredictable. He wouldn’t blame her either way, there could never be anything real between the two of them, and she had needs like any other person.

“Do you miss it?”

“Obviously.”

She didn’t respond immediately, staring at her outstretched legs, tapping the tips of her boots together.

“If someone kissed you… uhm, had their lips close enough to yours that you would be kissing, I suppose, do you think you could feel it?”

He took a moment to stare at her. “Of course not.” 

She turned to meet his eyes. Was he imagining the slight blush on her cheeks? It was hard to tell in the darkness. Was this going where he thought it was?

“I mean emotionally. You can clearly feel joy, and sadness-”

“Only one way to find out.” He swiftly grabbed his head again, holding it so that he was at eye level with her- if she wanted to, she could laugh, play it off as a joke.

Merlin, that startled expression was even more adorable up close, and her theory was already proven right. He couldn’t remember ever being so excited and nervous about a kiss, not even when he was alive. But there was no way he’d tell her, not while there was still a chance that she’d close the distance, and he could perhaps feel the tiniest sliver of her warmth, or get an idea of what she tasted like.

He almost couldn’t believe his luck when she leaned forward, close enough that he could count her eyelashes, only to stop a finger’s width away from his lips. 

Then she smirked. “Did you think I was going to give you my first kiss? Just like that?”

“Well, it wouldn’t have to count-” he pouted.

She laughed. “If you want my kiss, you’ll have to earn it.”

“How?”

She stood up, brushing dirt off her robes. “I’m sure you’ll think of something,” she said, flashing him a last, teasing smile before she turned around and started walking back the way she’d come.

“You’re leaving?” 

“For today.”

His mind feverishly tried to come up with something, anything, to get her to stay.

“Wait.”

She turned around, looking at him expectantly.

“How about a riddle? Just for you. In exchange for the kiss.”

Her eyes sparkled.

There was no version of forever that they could share, but on these summer nights, for a brief, fleeting moment in time, she was his.

a/n 2 : So there you go, I wrote this over the course of two glorious moody summer nights and it was so much fun. They always say ‘write what you want to read’, and this really is just something I really, really wanted at that moment, but if you liked it as well (let me know if you did) I’m happy. ❤️ This little encounter takes place after the whole Ranrok issue is resolved and Mc is just another (adventurous) student, Anne has been released from Azkaban and is living at St. Mungo’s permanent care ward, while Jackdaw is trying to settle in as one of Hogwarts’ ghosts. Also, I always imagined Jackdaw as a Slytherin (but I’m coming around to Ravenclaw!Jackdaw) and both MC and Anne as muggleborn Hufflepuffs (I just like the idea of those two being awfully similar, but with the crucial difference that Mc really is as adventurous and clever as Jackdaw expected Anne to be), but in the end none of their houses came up 😅 And finally, english isn’t my first language, so if you liked the story but you had a “she keeps using that word, I don’t think it means what she thinks it means” moment, feel free to let me know (just be nice about it) Cheers!

[chanstopher]

🐺🫧240205

[stinkcoke]

For you my friend

Sorry no tom. Cant draw him right now

[fiddleleafedfig]

🎉Happy 1-year anniversary!!🎉

Ok so I’m not going to do a full long winded rant (ok maybe a lil).

So, one years ago, I started this blog. One year ago I was, coincidentally, also posting my first ever work on ao3.

I’ve been in this fandom for a much longer time. I’ve been in fandom spaces, at large, on and off since I was a small child. The thing is, I never interacted. I never commented, never posted, never bookmarked. I was a ghost, basically.

As I stepped back onto tumblr for the first time after several years, I found something that I desperately wanted. I found people having these incredible connections and experiences online, I saw friendships forged right in front of my eyes. Friendships built on something I could barely talk about to other people around me.

I had like six months of incredible fomo.

And then I decided that I could either commit to the fomo, realize that my fear of being perceived online is too great. OR. Or I could fucking do something about it. And so I did. And I still remember the absolute terror of sending that first vulnerable ask to @imsiriuslyreading bowing before her and her ability to shamelessly enjoy fandom and all its joys. She became my first mutual, which was absolutely crazy (since I had had envied her from afar on both TikTok and tumblr for literal months)

I started a new blog, I wrote a lil story, I challenged myself and put myself out there. I have met/interacted with the most incredible people along the way. All thanks to that choice.

I feel incredibly lucky and fulfilled for having taken that step. And thank you all so so so much for being lovliest people in my phone 🩷

Super sappy rant over.

Happy birthday to this blog 🎉✨🌈

[septemberlikeastorm]

mt friend just posted something saying "if i love you i’ll let you have power over me and that’s probably my greatest gift that i could give to you" and that's literally qimir i don't know what else to tell you

i don't know what else to tell you either buddy, you understand him too well. so well that i offer a meager gift which happens to be the greatest i can offer, a quote-corresponding snippet from cascade ocean wave blues come chapter five:

A couple days ago she’d watched him tie his hair back on either side, and only once he’d finished did she crook a finger, indicating for him to lower his head.

He’d complied, thinking—and thrilled—that she wanted to smooth his hair, and even when he realized she was unwinding one of the cords he’d still kept his head ducked for her, his only reproach a mild, “I just finished tying that.”

The reproach turned out to be even milder than intended, for her fingertips had brushed the sensitive shell of his ear, and his breath had hitched sharply, the word just a cliff that the following words had flung themselves off of.

She’d had the grace to pretend not to notice, and he’d had the grace to pretend he didn’t know she’d done it on purpose.

As a wing of his dark hair fell forward to obscure the left side of his face, she’d used the cord to tie back some of her own locs until her hair was half-up, half-down, saying impishly, “You can’t be the only one with a jaunty little hairstyle.”

[therealslimshakespeare]

https://www.tumblr.com/precious-little-scoundrel/754236440241717248/oroh-or-guys-what-if-smith-draws-an-astral-map

He seems like the type that would annotate books 😭 Maybe a book that he read in the stalag, then when he finished he noticed that she picked it up to read but maybe theres some sort of plot that requires a particular and obscure knowledge to follow along with so she can’t get through it. For some odd reason Gale has that knowledge and so he rereads it and adds little comments and notes to help her get through it 🥰

You have taken me out. This is exactly the low key, personalized love Gale Cleven would have dripping from his pores and when you try to thank him for it he’s as elusive to pin down as a ghost so -a hug will have to do.