#But it's not going to happen overnight

[medusagorgongirl1]

Wanna know what I want to see more of in the Timkon Fandom? Good boyfriend Tim. I'm not saying fics that are 'Kon going through shit, and Tim is just there to be the 'good boyfriend that you could replace with literally any fucking character'

Im talking about Tim recognizing his anti social, pushing away the people he loves tendencies and realizing that he cannot act that way to Kon. I want Tim to realize the way the Kon love, and that he needs to put effort into making Kon feel loved. Like a lot of people that ship these think that they could just get together and tgat would be it, but like they would both have to effort into maintaining the relationship, and making the other feel loved and wanted.

Like I want Tim to start showing Kon more casual affection. Like throwing in the occasional pet name, holding hands more often, being more tactile, etc. Because kon thrives off of being reminded that he is loved. But like Kon would be thrown for a fucking loop every time Tim does something like that, because he knows that Tim is doing it for him, and that makes it 10 times more important. But like also vice versa with Kon acknowledging that sometimes Tim will throw his entire being in a case or project, and that's just how he is. Like I want Kon to understand that Tim is obsessive, like that's just a part of him and sometimes he just needs a bit of space to finish something before he can be a regular human again

It just, it annoys me that a lot of people that ship them don't think that their contrasting personalities and behaviors would ever cause any issues in their relationship. Like I wanna see more domestic timkon, where they have to work for their shared happiness

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: Check out. The fully-sexual charged cinematic movement design.

Cnetizens: How did the director come up with the idea to have him kneel on a playing card, adding so much aesthetic energy, is that some kind of genius?

[14dayswithyou]

tell ren to turn his location on👉👈

I saw one of the posts of how ren does get jealous of pets being loved over him and alll that so now I have the thought of the one meme of ‘ah yes, me, my partner and their [enter normal pet size] foot [pet]’

I don’t have anything else, it did pop into my head though and I thought I’d share with the class.

⌞♥⌝ ItsNotVivy on Twitter actually made that exact meme with Ren a looong time ago!!

[lmskitty]

I think one of the saddest parts of satosugu that we don't talk about enough is losing your best friend. Like yeah the romantic and physical element to their dynamic but the jokes? The ripping on each other? The laughter that happens at 3 am when you're saying dumb shit to each other and the next day you catch each others eye and reference it and you're bent over laughing over something so dumb.

Losing that person that can make you smile with just their presence, losing that person that understands what you're trying to say when you're tired or in a bad mood because they just KNOW you. That hurts more to me.

[teamsasukes]

the question of what would have become of sasuke had he not learned about konoha's involvement in the uchiha massacre really does keep me up at night. before that point, sasuke had devoted every waking minute to matching itachi. after finally letting naruto and sakura in and admitting to himself that protecting his friends was as important to him as seeking justice for the family he'd lost, his encounter with itachi knocked him back on the path of vengeance at the cost of everything else. killing itachi was all that he lived for... i don't think sasuke ever conceived of there being an "after."

this panel in particular is so haunting. what's left after you've completed the quest that consumed the very essence of your being? what happens once everyone you can admit to loving is dead and you've avenged them? what must have gone through sasuke's mind, watching itachi crumple to the ground not only as the murderer of his clan but also as his beloved nii-san, tapping his forehead and asking for forgiveness one last time -- and knowing that itachi fell by his hand? sasuke just smiles, and then collapses right next to itachi like he's dead too.

[shesmore-shoebill]

just so we're clear when i write smut fic that takes place in the office and say "im taking logistical liberties" i am, among other things saying We All Are Politely Ignoring Things Like This. yes? yes. 👍

(im making this post bc i sincerely spent some time both assuming this was the case for Good Vibes (Loud Mouth) and then figuring out how to justify it and eventually settled on Actually This Is Smut Logic Its Fine. This and the green room having a door. Much less one with a lock. In the spirit of comradery we are all suspending disbelief. together.)

[regscupid]

9/1 prompt: school - teachers au (490 words) - @jegulus-microfic

Regulus was not having a good day. He had woken up late and in a sour mood. It was pouring rain when he walked out the door, and his tank was on empty when he started his car. He stepped in a puddle on his way into the school, instantly soaking through his shoes and socks. When he finally got to his desk and thought maybe that was it, his stomach growled, not only reminding him that he hadn’t had time to eat breakfast, but he realized he left his lunch at home as well.

Suffice it to say, things weren’t going well.

About halfway through his third class of the day, there was a knock at the door. Up to that point, his classes had actually been quite peaceful– a welcome reprieve from his morning. His students were sitting in groups, reading through a portion of Macbeth before they would come together about twenty minutes before the end of the hour to discuss as a class. It had been going so well, at least until James Potter decided to interrupt because nothing was quite as exciting to a group of sixteen year olds as their favorite history teacher interrupting their English lit class.

“Morning, Mr. Black.” James grinned brightly, slowly making his way over to his desk. He was holding something behind his back.

“Good morning,” Regulus responded, voice flat. “What do I owe the pleasure?”

He heard scattered giggling from his students, but he ignored it, eyeing James warily as he got closer.

“Just thought I’d use my planning period to check in. Crazy weather this morning, right?”

Regulus narrowed his eyes.

“Mr. Potter, if you don’t have an actual reason to be here, other than distracting my students from Shakespeare, please kindly leave my classroom.”

James only grinned wider, then shrugged and reached out to drop what was behind his back onto the desk. Regulus looked down and blinked. It was his lunch.

“Saw you forgot this and figured you’d want it. You get a little grumpy when you’re hungry.” He spoke quietly, but Regulus knew they would be the topic of discussion at many tables in the cafeteria that day.

The giggling only intensified and Regulus felt his face grow hot. He bit down on the inside of his cheek to hold back his smile, he wouldn’t be giving James that satisfaction.

“Thanks,” Regulus mumbled, grabbing the tupperware to slide into his drawer.

“‘Course.” He inched the slightest bit closer, now next to the desk rather than in front of it. “Dinner tonight?” He whispered.

Regulus let the smile win out at the end. He rolled his eyes.

“I suppose I’m free. Now get out.”

“You got it. Hey guys, get back to Hamlet!”

“Macbeth.”

“Right, that.” James winked at Regulus before leaving his classroom in complete chaos.

Regulus took a moment to control his expression, before turning to his students.

“Alright everyone, let's discuss themes!”

[horatio-fig]

I think the reason a lot of us love Kallus’s glow up is because we lived through a similar thing. We used to wear all black and squeeze into skinny jeans/jeggings. Some of us even wore big ass belts too and would over gel and style our hair to look cool and edgy. 

Then we grew up and realised we’re just fun little dorks with sexy soft tummies and we don’t need to be doing all that. We also discovered cargo pants are the best because not only do that have lots of lovely pockets, but the inside thighs don’t wear down from out perfectly juicy and healthy sized legs rubbing together. 

Also we all have a favourite jacket we always wear, never do anything with our hair, and hate faccism. 

[wisteria-whump]

whumpee feels like they're coming down with a cold and goes to bed not knowing if they'll wake up feeling better or worse

[loderlied]

i think two of my wisdom teeth are finally coming in. sure. whatever why the fuck not at this point not like i don’t have anything else to deal with at the moment

[butteredfrogs]

vent in tags

[atlas-dr0wned]

i actually feel like i’m going crazy with this hyperfixation on jeff goldblum, i haven’t had such a sudden and intense interest for so long and i feel genuinely distressed whenever i’m not listening to his music or watching his films. being autistic is such an experience because what is happening and. why

[vix2section]

i just talked to my landlord (/support worker because this is a specific sort of accommodation for people who are only just adjusting/readjusting to independence) and she's gonna try helping me so i can find somewhere to live in manchester which she also agrees that it's doing me no favors living in this shithole area

[marigoidz]

Having many thoughts about a TQ/TDIM au crossover thing

[badolmen]

Bloody Sunday Massacre anniversary is tomorrow. My dad grew up hearing from ill informed Americans about how it was an ‘age old religious conflict’ (those Protestants and Catholics never get alone). How the violence in the north, the arrests and raids and terrorizing was justified (they had to stop those awful carbombing IRA terrorists!). How it was impossible, the country had been conquered for centuries (why would they see freedom now? they lost the war. let it rest).

And of course, it isn’t completely free and perfect. This year I’ve seen the “Irish Unification of 2024” Star Trek meme a dozen times. It’s heartening to think that such a thing could be possible, by chance to coincide with a scifi show’s alternate history.

(But all I think of is Palestine. The lies and misinformation and the propaganda machine oiled in innocent blood.)

Even today you cannot publically display the names of the killers of the Bloody Sunday Massacre in the UK. The families of the murdered have yet to see justice. Some doubt they ever will.

(I think of the hundreds of thousands of Palestinians starving, grinding animal feed for flour in a manufactured famine.)

The Choctaw and Cherokee nations sent donations during An Ghorta Mor. The Sultan sent ships of food and aid only for the British to turn most away.

(I also think of the thousands of Gaeltacht after the language was pushed to the brink of extinction. I think of the homes built on ancestral land, no more landlords or laws prohibiting Irish claims. I think of the music and laughter and dance of my family who once fled as refugees of a manufactured famine - we call our cousins across the sea and sing Come Out Ye Black and Tans over choppy phone connections.

I think of a free Palestine, and I see it - because I can see a free Ireland, more free than she’s been in centuries, closer to unity than she’s ever been. It won’t be easy or pretty - it won’t end over night, or over a few years. But that never stopped the spirit of a people dedicated to their own liberation. I know because I’ve seen it, I’ve lived among the fruits of freedom.

We can hold their hand and say, we know your pain. We see your struggle. We understand the injustice your face. We are proof that it is possible to overcome these horrors and see days filled with peace and joy. We will walk with you.)

[faaun]

ok let's catch up quickly