#A FAL

[csacskamacskamocska]

Mindenért fizetni kell

Anyám mindig ezzel riogatott, hogy az életben mindennek meg van az ára és lehet számítani rá, hogy ha valami jó dolog történik, akkor azért majd jól megfizet az ember valami szarral. Arról sosem volt szó, hogy a jó dolgokért már előre fizetünk az erőfeszítéseinkkel meg az időnkkel. Neeem. A jó dolgok maguktól történnek, a rossz dolgok tőlünk független büntetések. Jellemző narcisztikus neménvoltam. Pedig az, hogy mindennek ára van, az egy sokszínű dolog. Sokszor fel se fogjuk miféle árat fizettünk valamiért. Mert esetleg számunkra nem is érezhető. Ezen gondolkodtam hajnalban, hogy nemrég egy barátommal folytatott régi levelezésbe olvastam bele és nagyon tanulságos volt. Azt kellett látnom, hogy annyira bele voltam ragadva a saját problémáimba, hogy nem is láttam milyen ő valójában. Nem érzékeltem a "most"-ot, csak kergettem valami álmot magamról, és valami képzeteket róla. És most, amikor ezek a kényszerítő érzelmek lehullottak, most úgy tudtam olvasni, mint egy regény szövegét. Úgy sajnáltam azt a fiút! És egy kicsit dühös voltam arra a nőre. És hiába tudom, hogy ebben a regényben minden úgy történik ahogy történnie kell, a cselekedetek logikusan egymásra épülő kockái szerint, valahogy az volt az érzésem, hogy elbasztam. Azt a pillanatot biztosan elbasztam. És nyilván sok másikat is. Ritkán adatik meg amikor az ember tanulhat a múltból, mert csak túl akarunk lenni dolgokon. És azt hiszem, nagyon rendben kell lenni ahhoz, hogy az ember ne vádaskodjon (végre). Lehet a másik ember bármilyen. Tök mindegy valójában, mert saját magunktól, a rengeteg feldolgozhatatlan érzelemtől nem látjuk úgyse. Nem lett ő hirtelen angyal ettől a rácsodálkozástól. De amit elbaszott, azt neki kell meglátnia, a saját életében kell épülnie belőle. Sokáig nem akartam kirakni róla képet A FALra. Az volt bennem, hogy meglátja valaki (ugyan, ki?) és akkor pusztán a képtől kibomlik előtte az egész történet a nélkül, hogy értené, hogy a reménytelenségen túl mennyi mindenféle volt benne. És akkor majd megszégyenülve állok ott, a szánnivaló kis rajongásommal és attól is féltem, hogy magam előtt állok majd megszégyenülten, és nap mint nap fájni fog. Pedig van rengeteg közös fotónk és sok amit imádok, mert vicces és azt hiszem, bárki látja majd, irigykedve azt gondolja, ez milyen jó, ez jó lehetett! A többi meg, deaktiválásig itt lesz.

[pcktknife]

that damn chicken

[malewifemanhunter]

dennis also tries to scam ppl but he sucks at it

[ezjiik]

I forgot to show you zine spoiler 🚬🚬

[evermore-fashion]

Alien Fashion at Rin by Chung Tranh Phong Pre-Fall 2023 Collection

[igimacigy]

We deny you your victory

[apollowhoo]

could you pleasee do a gravity falls one shot?

so basically Bill Cipher meets the youngest Pines member but they're like 3-4 years old. And basically Bill doesn't know how to react, he's all confused but also in awe. Make it fluff and i know it's going to be hard to write this as canon Bill Cipher so you can ignore if you want <33

Bill Cipher x Child!Reader (PLATONIC)

The forest surroundcing the Mystery Shack was quiet. Somewhere between dimensions, floating lazily, was Bill Cipher, his single eye half-lidded with boredom. His typical schemes to cause chaos were on hold, and for once, he was simply… existing.

That’s when he heard it—a soft giggle, light as a feather. Bill’s eye snapped open, immediately. There, standing among the wildflowers, was a small figure with messy hair, chubby cheeks, and a bright, curious gaze.

The youngest member of the Pines family.

His eye narrows slightly. A little kid, no older than three or four, was staring right up at him. Her tiny hands gripping a stuffed animal that seemed to be some kind of hybrid between a cat and a duck—perfectly nonsensical, just the way Bill liked things.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Bill floated closer, his voice carrying its usual sarcasm. “A little ankle-biter out all alone? Shouldn’t you be with your oh-so-boring family?”

The girl tilted her head, eyes wide and sparkling with the kind of innocence Bill found really weird. She didn't seemed scared. She suddenly reaches out, poking Bill with a tiny finger in pure curiosity.

Bill’s eye widened a little in surprise. Most people who encountered him would either scream, run, or try to strike some ridiculous bargain. But this little human? She just poked him like he was some new toy.

“Hey, hey! Hands off the merchandise!” Bill exclaimed. He wondered, why wasn’t she afraid? Why wasn’t she running? And why, in all his chaotic glory, did he find this child so… interesting?

The child giggled again, a bubbly sound that seemed to echo in Bill’s mind. She pointed at him with her free hand, her other continuing to clutching her stuffed toy close.

“Triangle!” she declared proudly, their voice high-pitched and filled with wonder.

Bill let out a bark of laughter, genuinely amused. “Oh, you’re a smart one, aren’t you? That’s right, kiddo. I’m a triangle, the best triangle you’ll ever meet. Got any other shapes in that little brain of yours?”

The kid smiled. They started babbling, half-formed words about god know what, pointing excitedly as if expecting Bill to just understand them. The demon was used to others feeling fear, but this… this innocent curiosity was something else.

“Alright, kid, slow down,” Bill said. “You think I can just whip up stars and moons like a party trick? You’re talking to Bill Cipher, not some street magician.”

For the first time in… well, forever, Bill felt utterly out of his element. He could outsmart the smartest, scare the toughest, and twist anyone around his finger, but this kid? She just saw him entertainig.

Bill hovered beside them, his eye following them every move. He had cought a small, harmless ball of light, flickering in and out of existence.

“Yeah, yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, kid,” Bill mumbled, though there was no more venom in his voice.

The girl just grinned, leaning her head against his triangular form as if he were just another friend, not a demon with a penchant for chaos. Bill let her, floating there quietly as the sun dipped lower in the sky.

For once, he wasn’t planning anything. No schemes, no deals, no manipulation. Just a strange, peaceful moment with a little human who saw him not as a threat .

And for reasons Bill couldn’t quite fathom, he didn’t mind it one bit.

[lezkissgifs]

[peachdues]

a surprise for all of you….

Cover art for In the Netherwood by the incredibly talented, beautiful, wonderful, effervescent mermaid that is @selkiipon.

This will be made the cover for a separate masterlist that I am working on for Netherwood and it will also be uploaded to AO3.

I truly don’t have words to express how utterly gorgeous this is. The details (the snowdrops!!), Sanemi’s wolf design, the cloak — it’s all so very wonderful and I am so, so grateful.

Fal, you and your talents are gifts and nothing short of incredible. THANK YOU.

Y’all better reblog and give Fal the attention she deserves.

[cid5]

Vietnam-era rifles used by the US military and allies. From top to bottom: M14, MAS 36, M16 (30 round magazine), AR-10, M16 (20 round magazine), M21, L1A1, M40, MAS 49.

[trek-tracks]

You participate in one Fal-tor-pan and suddenly you get the "best son-in-law" mug at breakfast

[yeehawpim]

The video in question

I'm lucky there's like over 2k Captain Flint | James McGraw/John Silver fanfic, at first i looked at the wrong tag and thought there was only 5 and nearly combusted

[zombiecicada]

@boa35

@nokk0

@nightcovefox

“Hey, Wolfie!! The gang’s all here!”

This has been a wild adventure.

She’s met a lot of people, experienced a lot of things, from wonder and excitement, to great horrors and pain.

She feels like her experiences have changed who she is, like some preexisting barriers have fallen away. She feels braver than before, as tired as she may be. She has been to hell and back and she has survived, a little stronger, more skilled and more knowledgeable than before.

Now there’s simply one final journey left to make, and that it is to go home. There she can find the ending to her story and hopefully, all the answers to her remaining questions.

Wolfbell feels like she has become strong enough to deal with whatever awaits on the mountain, but… even if she isn’t strong enough on her own…

The friends and allies she has made along the way are coming along and she will not have to be alone.

『R』『E』『A』『D』『Y』 >”

[dapperbeetledraws]

"The snow suits you," says Malfoy finally, voice low and different than Harry has ever heard it.

And then he walks inside, leaving Harry bewildered on the steps.

Another fic-based fanart - with a handy link this time ;) I only recently discovered this absolute gem this week and have snuck in time to doodle my take on this part of the fic... The buildup and relationships are all so sweet in this one, with a take on Draco that I also find very fun and hilarious :D

[henrenologist]

is anyone ready. are any of us prepared

[moonesaiky]

How is relationship between Reverse Stanford and Will(reverse Bill)? Do they hate each other or like.Or both? Like hate and love or whatever it is that

I think this image I made the other day sums it up a lot: the two love each other, one is the other's weak point, yet both are manipulating each other and pretending they don't, it's funny to say the least.