#A New Journey

[strawberryeclips]

SO MY NEW COWORKER IS JUST GETTING INTO NARUTO. She's only in season three and she excitedly told me her theory-

This sweet summer child, y'all, I CAN'T.

She says to me. With confidence. "Kakashi is related to Itachi because the eyes are the same. Kakashi is secretly Uchiha!"

And I just....kinda laughed? It was funny and I feel like we all kinda thought that back when we all started watching it.... But ..oh God..I told her he wasn't, but she'd understand eventually... And it involves a big ass rock, and friendship.

Then another coworker came up talking about it and I was about to head back to my work area and I said

"oh and by the way ..Don't hold hate in your heart for anyone." (In the show)

And the other coworker snapped his head towards us and said. "Seriously. Don't."

And I think we're thinking of the same person. Ita'-kuuunn

[redemptivexheroics]

A New Journey [Closed Starter]

@inkdreamt

It had been a week since the whole thing with Lundendorff came to an explosive conclusion. The war had ended, and lives were saved. Steve honestly was surprised he was able to walk away from his reckless plan, but he had managed to make a quick timer on a set of grenades and jumped before they went off. Of course, to everyone concerned, Steve Trevor died when the plane exploded, and he knew that fact was itching in the back of Diana's mind, but it took him longer than he have liked to return to civilization. When he got back to London, the first thing he did was go to Etta's office to update her on what happened, but when he walked in, there was no one there. "Etta, are you here?" Steve called out, and after a moment, he heard footsteps, and they were rushed, and she turned the corner, Diana. For a moment, there was a pause when neither of them said a word, and then Steve finally broke the silence. "Don't look too excited to see me," Steve said with a teasing tone.

[roseartsandfics]

A New Journey Is Ahead

I'm back from Graduation! I made this artwork with my OC, heading for the sunrise as her new journey ahead.

This drawing represents my new future after graduation. The ceremony was fun and the best day ever! All of my family and friends are proud of me ^^. My fam and I went to Applebee's for lunch, I had an Oreo shake and a bacon chicken sandwich (which I hadn't finished, but will be left as a leftover) and went to the house for dessert and having a graduation cake my mom ordered at Publix last Friday :). Now I'll be starting a new year at a technical school which starting in August ^^. Today is a fun day! :3

What y'all think?

Artwork ©SuperShadowSilver

Used: Sketchbook app from iPad

[royaltea000]

“A thousand generations serve to praise…”

[topherriley]

[ruporas]

trigunned the hades or hadesed the trigun (id in alt)

[gerrykeay]

im not putting this post into words. beams into your mind The Parallels

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[byleriscanon]

we get it hes gay

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[lukellios]

What a difference six years makes

[scary-friend]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[maplebars]

beyond journey's end

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.