#1+2 = 25.

[royalarchivist]

Cellbit: I'm 26.

Antoine: Oh, ok... You're a baby. 👶🍼

Cellbit: Ah, fck you, I'm not a baby! [Laughs]

Antoine: Before YouTube and streaming, I was a sound engineer and a music composer. It was like, 12 years ago. So you were like, 2 years old, Cellbit.

Cellbit: Oh- WHAT?! How– no, no, no– Fck you!

Antoine: I SAID YOU WERE A BABY! You're very young.

Baghera: How old are you, Cellbit?

Cellbit: I'm 26, how old are you?

Baghera: I'm 28.

Antoine: She's 64. Oh, sorry–

[Baghera hits Antoine]

Antoine: SORRY, SORRY– I thought- I thought you were 64.

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Cellbit: How old are you?

Antoine: How- how old I am?

Cellbit: Yeah. I'm 26.

Antoine: What do you think?

Cellbit: Uh, I mean– you're bald, so I'd say at least 30.

Antoine: Yeah? You're right, yeah.

Cellbit: Yeah. [Laughs] How old are you? I'd say actually 32, I'd say 32.

Antoine: Oh! No, it's 34, 34.

Cellbit: Ok– oh! I'm not- I'm not that far.

Antoine: What about you?

Cellbit: I'm 26, I'm 26.

Antoine: Oh, ok... You're a baby.

Cellbit: Ah, fck you, I'm not a baby! [Laughs]

Antoine: Nononono– That's true, that's true, that's true, that's true!

[...]

Antoine: Before YouTube and streaming, I was a sound engineer and a music composer.

Cellbit: Oh sht!

Antoine: It was- it was- it was like, 12 years ago. So you were like, 2 years old, Cellbit.

Cellbit: Oh- WHAT?! How– no, no, no– Fck you!

Antoine: I SAID YOU WERE A BABY! You're very young.

Cellbit: I'M– dude, stop! Stop- there– the video–!

Baghera: How old are you, Cellbit?

Cellbit: Dude, the video–

Baghera: How old are you?

Cellbit: I'm 26, how old are you?

Antoine: He's 26, 26.

Baghera: Oh yeah, you are a little baby, ok.

Antoine: Yeah, he's a baby.

Cellbit: How old are you, Baghera?

Baghera: I'm 28.

Antoine: She's 64. Oh, sorry–

[Baghera hits Antoine]

Cellbit: 28?

Antoine: SORRY, SORRY– I thought- I thought you were 64.

Cellbit: [Laughs] Ok.

[humhowellujah]

i'm drunk off two lavender martinis what the fuck do you MEAN dan and phil went on a step by step recreation of their japan trip as a part of a HONEYMOON episode for their sims. be so fr rn be so serious please. dan howell you have 4 minutes to respond . phil, keep it up babygirl. lavender martini recipe in the tags

[divineandmajesticinone]

25 Ji, Akasaka de / At 25:00 in Akasaka (2024) I 1.05

Nagumo Shoma as Yamase Kazuma

[a2zillustration]

Hey this is pretty messed up.

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[heyitsmeshaunna]

pretty sure Laios would attempt to eat P-chan

can't wait to hear damien haas' "bwee" noises

[bridgerton-bard]

. . .

[peppersteaku]

The greachers.....

[sunshine-zenith]

I see your “Viktor was raised by Vander” and “JayVik are Jinx’s dads” AUs and I raise you this: AU where Viktor was one of Benzo’s boys and takes in Ekko after Benzo’s death

Benzo loved Zaun and was ready and willing to step in for Vander, while also working and saving and trading so his boys could go to a school where there were resources available to foster their talents. Plus, he knows that with Piltover’s doctors and lack of pollution, Viktor likely has a better chance of long term survival there. He made sure to get two uniforms for the Academy and knew his boys could handle the rest — both Ekko and Viktor had a knack for sneaking into places they shouldn’t be. Viktor jumps on the opportunity, seeing it as a way to help Zaun by taking advantage of Piltover’s resources. Ekko secretly hates the idea, not wanting to leave Zaun (or his friends) at all

After Viktor starts attending, Ekko occasionally follows him Topside, just in case Viktor ever needs help/backup. Ekko doesn’t trust anyone up there with his brother’s well being. When Viktor finds out, he’s furious. While following Viktor, Ekko learns that Viktor was found out by the Academy, and that he’s technically no longer a student there, but an employee thanks to Heimer. Viktor makes Ekko swear into secrecy and Benzo never learns the truth

Ekko learning a handful of words in Viktor’s first language, enough to swear and communicate short messages, so he and Viktor could have secret conversations in front of Powder, Mylo, and Clagger (Vi knows they aren’t actually saying anything, and that at first Ekko’s probably making up half the words he’s saying while Viktor plays along). Powder ends up learning the language as well and for a period you could find the three of them bent over some cobbled together invention, rambling on in it. Eventually, he even teaches a handful of words to the Firelights, just in case they need to communicate in front of Enforcers (they learn quickly not to use the language in front of anyone from Silco’s crew — Jinx doesn’t teach anyone it and quietly doesn’t tell them it’s even a real language they can learn, but she’ll still share/react to important info if she hears it)

When Benzo dies, Viktor insists that Ekko come to Piltover with him. Ekko fights him at first, but when it becomes clear that Powder, another long and traumatized child, considers herself Jinx now and insists on staying with Silco, Ekko goes. He still makes his way over the bridge frequently, forming the Firelights in the process, and Viktor never stops him. Ekko tries to hide as much of this from Viktor as possible, knowing Viktor would want to join and not wanting to force his brother to choose between helping them and his dreams. Ekko also doesn’t want to do anything to risk shortening/ending Viktor’s life, deep down afraid of adding Viktor to the list of people he’s lost. He accepts loss as a fact of life early on, but the thought of adding Viktor to his memorial terrifies him, and Viktor occupies a similar part of Ekko’s heart that the memory of Powder does (the part that makes him hesitate with her, and, eventually, almost makes him hesitate with him)

Powder never told Ekko about the gemstones she found. Occasionally, he sees an overlap between her bombs and Viktor’s inventions, and he wonders though

Here, part of why Viktor works so hard, pushes himself past his own limits so often, is because there are nights where he’s haunted by the wounds Ekko sometimes shows up with, by the nights Ekko doesn’t come home.

Jayce, meanwhile, has a soft spot for Ekko, and even occasionally plays a big brother/stepparent role. Ekko even finds doodles of Viktor in Jayce’s notes and is torn between how actually good the art is and rolling his eyes in disgust. Ekko plays a bit of an assistant role when he’s in Piltover, and some of HexTech’s breakthroughs are thanks to him. Every time he sees Jayce’s face on a blimp or hears some variation of “Man of Progress” he rolls his eyes in disgust for a different reason. Ekko also grows up knowing Caitlyn, and is floored when he finds both her and Vi near Jinx. Knowing how down bad Caitlyn and Jayce are for Vi and Viktor respectively both reassures Ekko and brings out the protective little brother energy in a big way

From S1Act2 onwards, Ekko is technically old enough to attend the Academy. He’s more torn than ever, especially when he realizes he’s finally grown into that uniform that Benzo worked so hard to get him

Both brothers want similar things — Viktor wants to give Ekko a better future. Ekko just wants Viktor to have a future at all

[starrysharks]

krankenshaved

[imagine-beingco0l]

Shapetober day 2 - clouds

(Reblogs are appreciated)

[erinwantstowrite]

how much longer of the first fic? like i know you write a lot and sometimes things get longer so like answer as best as you can!

at this current stage of my outline we have ONE more chapter in this arc, then we have two chapters of friendsgiving (it's supposed to be one but we know me), and then we have a couple chapters with Ned's POV to update on what's happening back in 1299 which will be it's own arc, then we have one final arc. so,,, PROBABLY we'll end at 25 chapters.... probably... but we know me and my catchphrase which is "LoF just got one chapter longer"

essentially, we end when Mysterio and Ohnn are caught. fic 2 is gonna be fun because i'm bringing in a DC villain that i don't think anyone would think to use + a very iconic spider-man villain

[skitskatdacat63]

his jawline, i am actually going to die

[a-d-nox]

human design: the self

this is where you can discover your life's purpose and direction. learn how you can best practice self love. figure who you are, where you are, and where you will find yourself going subconsciously. our boundaries, love, and truth can be found here.

defined: knows who they are, knows where they are going, has purpose and knows purpose, has a good sense of direction, resolute, limited change in self during lifetime, persistent, unstoppable, etc.

undefined: not sure who they are some days, wearing many hats and many masks, looks to others to show them who they are, chameleon, needing consistency, etc.

gates

1 - creative: creative, works best alone, marches to the sound of their own drum, rewarded, gratified, pushes the envelope, breaks new ground, creative, self motivated, etc.

2 - receptive: great sense of direction, unbothered, visionary, adaptable, knows what they want, defies expectations, etc.

7 - uniform: natural leader, directs others, efficient, responsible, disciplined, regimented, hopeful, firm, fair, trend follower, etc.

10 - expressive: unique, self-respecting, doesn't care what others think, loves life, variable self-worth, enduring, resilient, visionary, versatile, follows the path, etc.

13 - listener: receptive, tired from the knowledge they gain and carry from others, sympathetic, empathetic, helps others find their purpose, etc.

15 - humane: modest, unassuming, nonjudgmental, humanitarian, respected, supported, admired, fair, human glue, free spirited, etc.

25 - innocent: gentle, childlike, trusting, "love conquers all," spontaneous, unconditional love, honest, truthful, sincere, forgiving, etc.

46 - serendipitous: fortunate, lucky, available, trusting, confident, semi-superficial, etc.

channels that connect from the self to the throat

channels that connect from the self to the heart

25 -> 51 - chaser: knows exactly what they want and where they are going, new frontier, leaps into the great unknown, gambler, focused, competitive, individualistic, unconventional love, shakes shit up, wild abandon, wants to be first, ballsy, pushy, "heart is in the right place", etc.

channels that connect from the self to the sacral

2 -> 14 - innovative: transformative, creative, seeks improvements, genius, a wizard, sees the way, gets things on track, individualistic, marches to the sound of their own drum, unstoppable, impressive, etc.

10 -> 34 - explorer: knows themselves, loves life, is rather selfish, their way or the highway, stubborn, follows through, self approving, etc.

15 -> 5 - rhythmic: great timing, sees a lot of synchronicity, knows when things must change, goes with the flow, effortless, natural, etc.

46 -> 29 - discoverer: successful, has a lot of potential, succeeds where others tend to fail, committed, has clarity, passionate, extraordinary, etc.

channels that connect from the self to the spleen

10 -> 57 - survivalist: living life on the edge, intuitive, indestructible, risk taker, dodges danger with ease, knows themselves, etc.

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[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[bangtansfavwriter]

🎨 art supplies store owner! taehyung 🎨

- You were once again out of white paint and realised that you had also lost several brushes in the limbo of your room.Every single out supply you had found its way on the floor as you were rummaging through your stuff to find that one brush that seemed to be the key for your painting to be perfect. So you were standing there in the middle of the room, ready to let your inner Monet out, easel and canvas right in front of you..... and proceeded to throw the rubbish brushes across the room. The good ones were simply nowhere to find. You sighed deeply and went to pick up the brushes since your rage quit faded away as quickly as it happened in the first place. Weirdly enough, even this moment couldn’t curb your enthusiasm to paint again after a time which felt like ages, so you picked up the phone and looked up where to find art supply stores nearby.

- And there were NONE, at least not one that seemed to fit your needs, as you knew about that one store nearby that barely had any art supplies but a whole lot of stationary stuff.

- So you decided to just do sketches instead and went on with your day, despite the lingering disappointment of unfulfilled motivation

- A few days later, as you were wandering through town in search of a bakery that had almond croissants everybody you knew seemed to obsess over.

- You walked past a place that drew your attention and you immediately walked back to take a closer look

- You were standing there, in absolute awe of the minimalist yet gorgeous showcase of beautiful paintings that were put up between fine decorations of dried flowers, old brushes and used palettes, right next to an old record player and vintage vinyls, mostly of jazz artists.

- What surprised you most about it that it all seemed so personal – like an artist who was showcasing a part of their atelier, which drew you in so much that you found yourself studying every little detail

- Mentally you were drawing a picture of that person whose paintings and belongings you were looking at. It felt like a fresh breath of air to you, yet you felt a sense of familiarity that usually grabs one when you suddenly recognise a scent that wanders through air, like a loved one’s perfume, or the scent of fresh pastries that remind you of the now closed bakery that used to frequent in your childhood days. Something about this took you right back and you found yourself lost in thought, while listening to an old street musician was playing an accordion nearby.

- “I wish I could meet you”, you thought to yourself and mentally lamented over the fact that you probably cannot ever tell this stranger what their work did to you at that very moment.

- You took a few more steps to now see the next window that was decorated similar to the one that drew you in so intensely.

- You were taken by surprise when you noticed a guy with dark brown hair and roundish glasses who was watching you through the window the entire time.

- You started laughing at yourself when you realised how you must have looked, startled, tired, fascinated and in dire need of the almond croissants.

- The stranger in the shop smiled back at you with a gorgeous, boxy smile that instantly made a warm feeling erupt through your body.

- He hinted at the door, a silently plea for you to enter and join him in the shop

 - The little bells at the door rang through the shop as you finally entered the cozy store

- You instantly realised how tough it was going to be to keep your cool around him because this man was ridiculously handsome and looked at you with his big brown and sweet-as-honey eyes... and wtf were you supposed to do but to crush on a complete stranger? Your heart could only take this much, right?

- “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” he said as he shyly scratched his head and smiled. “No worries. I suppose I was to immersed in this showcase at the front that I didn’t take notice of you over there.”

-  You both went quiet and neither seemed to be able to stop staring at the other one.

- “Uhm,” you started fidgeting with your bag, “do you... perhaps know where i can buy some high quality oil paint and ... I think they’re called filbert brushes?” He stared at you with a blank face, which suddenly made you feel confused, until he snorted and hinted at his surroundings with both hands.

- You looked around and felt pure embarrassment creeping throughout your body, as you were, in fact, standing in the middle of an art supplies store and happened to be right in front of a wall display of a whole colour palette of paint tubes.

- The stranger giggled when you mumbled “Oh my god...” and hid your face behind your hands.

- “Please don’t be like that!” he exclaimed, as he feared he made you feel self-conscious all of a sudden. “I can help you after all. Please...”. He looked at your pleadingly, waiting for your response. He huffed out in relief when you smiled at him, touched by his attempt to lift your spirits which worked instantly. You, once again, found yourself bewitched by his dazzling, boxy smile. 

- “Filbert brushes, let’s see ...” he said and started walking through the shop. Meanwhile, you let your gaze wander across the utensils that were displayed between old wooden tables and shelves that had vintage and probably hand-made carvings on them, too. You looked at the posters of Miles Davis, Chet Baker and Ella Fitzgerald and noticed the many vinyls at the opposite side of the wall. “I’m guessing the vinyls at the front are a part of this collection?” you asked loudly, unsure about where he was among the shelves. “Yup, they are my babies.” he replied, and you could swear he was smiling as he said that.

- He walked towards you, indeed with this handsome smile of his that made your knees feel weak. “You know, that’s probably my most prized possession. I have a thing for jazz, I suppose. And art, obviously. But jazz, especially on vinyl... that’s just pure class, in my humble opinion.” – “I agree. Though I think it’s a shame I can’t see Billy Holiday anywhere. Don’t you have her poster here?”

-  He was standing in front of you, his arm leaning against the wall next to you. He was observing your every feature, taking in how your lips were slightly parted and how flushed your cheeks became under his gaze. He, too, felt a blush creep upon his face, as he wondered how someone’s eyes could be so piercingly beautiful.

- “Filbert brushes! Let’s go get those brushes...” he mumbled and walked away from you instantly, but to a halt a few metres away from you. You followed him and noticed the set of four filbert brushes which he shyly handed you over.

- “You’re a life saver. Thank you so much!” you beamed. The stranger felt blood rushing to his head once again and hoped you wouldn’t notice his now deep crimson ears and the blush that made its way over his entire face. You were way too concerned with your own, though, to notice that he was as affected as you were. He nodded at you and went back to the counter, hoping to gain some composure again. He felt like he lost every ounce of it as soon as he noticed you looking at his paintings outside the shop. Seeing someone so immersed in the little display of his mind that he tried to represent over there was a huge boost to his ego but at the same time he found himself unable to look away from you. When you had noticed him, he was actually afraid you’d think of him as a creep. Hearing the bells toll inside the shop, made any worry fade, though, and replaced it with a sense of familiarity that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Yet he knew that you were not to stay a stranger for him and tried to calm his heartbeat that rose with every inch of the red string of fate that led you to him. “Stay.” was the only thought resonating inside his mind.

- You followed suit and walked to the counter where you put down the brushes and pulled your wallet out. “No, absolutely not” he said with a stern look on his face, surprising you with his sudden change of demeanour. “Why?” you asked “Just let me pay.” You almost started laughing at the bewildered look on his face. “I’m actually serious. I’ll take it as a personal offense if you don’t accept my gift.”

- “Oh my god, ok!”. He watched you put the brushes in your bag and now smiled rather sadly. He was suddenly hoping for a rain storm, ideally with lightning strikes and such. What if you were afraid of thunder though? Would he be able to soothe you? Would you stay with him and listen to him sing My Funny Valentine to you? Oh, how he wanted to be Chet Baker for you.

- “Is everything ok?” you asked him, noticing his sudden and obviously intense train of thought. He nodded. The door suddenly seemed far to near for both of you.

- “I’ll get going now...” you said under your breath and took heavy steps towards the door. How you wished you could hear him talk about his favourite artists more. How great it would be to listen to him explaining how he came across every record of his vinyl collection. Why couldn’t you be more upfront with him and show him how utterly fascinated you were by him, how ridiculously attracted you were to him...

- “Take care...?” you said in a questioning voice, hoping to now have a name to this handsome face. “It’s Taehyung” he replied. “Please, grant me your name, too, before you leave.”

- You were sure your heart was about to jump out of your chest at his plea.

- “My name is Y/N...”

- “Y/N” he repeated slowly, with his deep, honey-like voice that made your name sound like the shortest poem you ever heard. “Oh, this is on” you thought. “There’s no way I won’t go after this connection or whatever the hell this is.”

- “Will I see you again, Y/N?” he asked.

- “You will. Pretty soon actually.”

- He looked at you in surprise, yet pleased.

- “You see, I forgot to buy white paint... A shame, really. It seems I must come here again. How about tomorrow? We could get those almond croissants from that bakery across the street. Maybe have dinner, too, I don’t know.”

- You walked towards the door, rushing every word on your way out, as you were shocked at your own sudden boldness. He grinned from ear to ear as he listened to you blurt out your ideas, which sounded absolutely heavenly to him.

- He stopped you in your tracks and grabbed your hand. “You know, you could probably lure me anywhere with these croissants. And dinner sounds lovely. I could tell you about some painting workshops I offer, what about that? Rest assured that I will drag it out as long as I can.” You two laughed. You two knew.

        “I’m counting on it, Taehyung.”

         “I’ll see you tomorrow then, lovely.”

[secondbeatsongs]

when you're into the Big Ship™ in a Big Fandom™, you have the luxury of having an OTP - a real One True Pairing, where you can read about just them for ages, and you will never run out of fics, and everything is perfect and beautiful and nothing hurts

but when you go to a smaller fandom, you'd better pray to whatever god you worship that someone else in this room ships the same thing that you do, and that if they do, they're writing more than late-night crackfic, because you're on thin fucking ice!

and how small is your small fandom? is it less than 100 fics? maybe even...less than 20 fics?

welp, then it's time to make peace with that god and either open up a text document or learn how to ship everything, because it's swim or drown babey! and your ship is sinking fast

anyway all of this is to say that after hanging out in small fandoms and shipping less-common pairings for a while, going back into a Big Huge Fandom™ is wild because suddenly it's like...wait, why didn't I ship these people again? I don't remember. why was I only sticking to one ship in this fandom?? boring of me, honestly. these guys should make out.