#How is that not a tag

[mr-walkingrainbow]

Guys like- no The Red Queens backstory is actually so tragic

she was a girl who was kind to everyone until all their bullying and hatred broke her. Then her altered views of humanity made her broken and bloodthirsty. Eliminating all signs that reminded her of her past. Doing everything she physically could so Red wouldn’t have her heart brutally broken and damaged like hers was. GUYS ITS WHY RED WAS HOMESCHOOLED AND NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE FRIENDS.

Omg this literally ties into my theory of the REAL hidden plot of Descendants : Rise of Red. And how the sequel will explain everything!

stay tuned for that!

[natamouche-art]

twilight marathon, anyone?

[crowwwzy]

Happy Halloooweeeen 🦇 (boop)

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

i wonder how many times wilson made macadamia nut pancakes and brought them into work for house to "steal" because he knows those are his favourite

[chaoticcatbehaviour]

I personally think it's Lucius because it would be ironic that he tried to stab his own father but oh well...(Also Lucius means 'light' so that's another factor)

I'm so unwell about them someone Help me please

Ignore my ranting in the tags

[st4r-t3ars]

Elias: Who broke the coffee machine? I’m not mad, I just wanna know.

Martin: I did. I broke it.

Elias: No. No, you didn’t. Jon?

Jon: Don’t look at me. Look at Melanie!

Melanie: What?! I didn’t break it.

Jon: Huh. That’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?

Melanie: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!

Jon: Suspicious.

Melanie: No, it’s not!

Basira: If it matters, probably not… Tim was the last one to use it.

Tim: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

Basira: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Tim: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles! Everyone knows that!

Martin: Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Elias.

Elias: No. Who broke it?

Melanie: Daisy’s been awfully quiet…

Daisy: Really?!

Melanie: Yeah, really!

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Elias: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces.

[pixelrockk]

young ragbros still on the mind

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Diluc: “Go tell Dad that he should buy us apple strudels, but DON’T say I said it.”

Kaeya, nods and goes to Crepus: “Diluc said that you should buy us apple strudels” :)

Diluc: *facepalms*

[anonamelie]

People will say they dream of me, but I dream of a girl slaying moss beasts and befriending dragons while finding time in between to save the universe with the help of her best friend.

[wowagae]

They should’ve just lit Troy on fire again and killed all the snakes with fire

[khoirkid]

He is the Ghost of Chicago

A flower husbands post? On this account? Never… again, inspired by the lovely @amethystfairy1. Felt the need to get this one up as it has “art lore” that’ll be important for something in the works 👀 They’re The Ghost of Chicago coded and I’ll die on this hill-

[rincewinds-hat]

anyone here likes The Carpet People? As in, Terry Pratchett's first book EVER???

I very much enjoy it. Bane my beloved. Glork you himbo. Snibril the smarter and knowledge hungry younger brother. Pismir the philosopher. Brokando the tiny angry king. They deserve love too

[periludic]

poke, poke, u still here?

if ur still taking requests, may i have headcanons of dating renee murray with a fem!reader?

if not, i just hope u have a nice day 🫂

" A GIRL LIKE YOU "

📌 Pairing : renee x fem!reader

📌 Romantic. angst(?) and comfort. feel like this headcanon is lacking but hey at least im finally answering my inbox. (sorry for how long this is, might turn this into an ao3 fic)

RENEE MURRAY

- enemies to lovers slowburn 200,000,000 words

- he didnt like you at all when you were 10 for reasons he couldnt explain. but he knew one thing was for sure; you make him feel frustrated like no one ever has before.

- you make him heat up, and feel as if hes on fire. he didnt like it, not at all. you make his heart beat race and his stomach tighten up and he didnt know what to do with himself.

- so he chalked these feelings up to him 'hating you more than normal', because he didn't feel like this towards any of the other girls he has met before. surely thats the only explanation

- he hated you, he was sure of it.

- he hated you when you kept talking to him despite his mean words. he hated you for caring about him even if he pushes you away. he hated you for spending way too much time with qiu

- and he hated you for how bad you made him feel. he hated you for making him guilty whenever your face fell from his disregarding words.

- he hated the way he wanted to be with you all the time. he hated the way you were way too pretty for his own liking. he hated the way you made him want to be kinder.

- too much, it was all too much. so he started to distance himself away from you.

- you grew apart, and you didnt even get an explanation why he wouldnt dare look your way.

- it hurts, it continued to hurt until you were thirteen. and you grew to be bitter towards him. bitter for not giving you an explanation, for throwing you away

- but you didnt know. you didnt know how much it hurted her more.

- it pained her that she couldnt hang out with you anymore. that you now treat her as nothing more than a stranger. that it was all her fault

- it was all her fault because she was stupid. thats all she was and all she will ever be. stupid, stupid, stupid.

- the two of you grew, and before you knew it you have reached the age of fourteen.

- by this stage, ren has figured out who she really wanted to be. even if she wasnt ready to accept it fully.

- she thought about all that she was, and all the two of you could have been

- it took her four years to realize that she actually likes you. she was downright smitten with a girl that hated her. a girl who she was supposed to hate herself.

- when she was more sure of herself, she eventually found the courage to apologize

- it took her an embarassing amount of time. pacing around her room, reciting and memorizing all that she wanted to say to you.

- only to stutter when she was finally in front of you, tounge tied and unsure. her script didnt matter; and she ended up spilling her entire heart in front of you, tears and all.

- you accepted her apology, but you couldnt forgive her yet. she hurt you after all, in a way no one has before

- she completely understands, promising to wait for however long it will take for her to gain your trust once more.

- it was messy journey. your feelings pushing and pulling you away from her back and forth. but nevertheless, she stayed. she stayed with a smile in her face as if she was happy

- she was happy to be with you

- eventually it was all worth it. you two grew closer and closer until no one could dare break the two of you apart.

- no one and nothing. except for college of course

- renee was older than you, you know that. eventually she was going to leave you behind to pursue her dreams

- and even though you were the only dream she wanted to pursue, she knows she had to say goodbye. to go on without you (again)

- the day she was set to leave her home and face the great unknown on her own, was the day that she broke down for the second time in front of you

- she loves you. she said. oh so much.

- she loves you and she didnt know how to let you go

- suddenly it was as if the two of you were fourteen again. she felt as if she was pathetic, the same way her 12 year old self was pathetic

- all you could do was hold her, and ask her to wait for you like she did back then. just a little more and finally nothing will ever separate the two of you ever again

- for you, she learned to be patient. she texted you every day, at every other hour when she could. she stayed up late at night, listening to your voice from the other side of the phone

- she keeps a picture of you on the desk in her dorm room. she keeps you as her wallpaper. she keeps you close, even if the two of you were far away from each other

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📌 didnt proof read. english isnt my first language and quite frankly i dont really like how this turned out my bad gang. but heyyyy im back after months of inactivity

[quillthrillswriting]

did anybody else ever really want to know what happened those few weeks when aang was in his coma? we have it briefly summarized for us, but we never really get to see healer katara and how difficult it must have been for her to keep trying week after week only for aang to remain unconconsious?? plus the amount she would have had to work on her healing abilities and push her knowledge to her limits??? i don't typically write very much kataangst (see what i did there??), but i made an exception for this in-progress fic concept. i present to you some bits and pieces of "i'm no longer a kid, and everything has changed":

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Katara felt the same flood of emotion that had washed over her as her mother fell as she watched Aang crumple and crash to the ground, Azula’s lighting still blazing through his body. For a second, she was back in her tent from years ago in the Southern Water Tribe, trying to waterbend to save her mother, only to realize that she had doomed her. Katara hadn't been able to believe it was real, even when the cloth-covered body’s arm was still wrapped in the bracelet Katara had made her in school only days before. Even when she saw the familiar necklace around her mother's neck.

Even when she had clasped the same necklace around her own neck. 

Seeing Aang now, she felt powerless, again, despite all that she had worked through, despite the skills she had gained. Fury rushed through her, and suddenly, she didn’t care who she hurt, who she got in the way of. It didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. He did. She had to get to him.

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He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t moving. That was all she could think about, even as Sokka and Toph joined them, twin looks of horror on their faces as she quickly briefed them on the situation.

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I know I can’t exactly… see it, but…” Toph said, solemnly. “Twinkle-toes looks… seems ... a bit…worse for wear.”

“Can you monitor his heartbeat?” Katara nervously ran her hands through the air above Aang's body. “I’m probably going to need to attempt something a bit experimental. I need to know if I need to stop, if it hurts him.”

“Is this the best idea?” Toph raised an eyebrow sceptically. Katara rested a hand on her lap, hanging her head slightly. “It’s the only idea I have.” Toph nodded sharply, as if she had just received orders, and rested her hand lightly on Aang’s upper arm. 

“Heartbeat steady.” She confirmed. “But something’s wrong with his breathing pattern. His lungs aren’t receiving enough blood, I think.” Katara exhaled, shakily, wracking her mind for something that could work. Her thoughts were cut off by the squeak of boots against metal, echoing from the doorway.

Her and Toph turned sharply, nervous that they were harbouring a Fire Nation stowaway, only to visibly relax when they realized it was only Sokka, joining them after setting the ship on its course. “If his blood is a liquid,” Sokka mused, crouching beside Aang,

“Couldn’t you… bend it, Katara?”

♥ check out the completed fic on my ao3:) ->

[melpoststuff510]

🎈🌟 ruikasa Late pocky day

[rosegoldthorns]

Okay so if you haven't heard of the game codenames you totally should check it out but for those who have, wouldnt it be funny for the bat fam to play?

To start, I think all of them would play differently and in probably conflicting ways. At least at first. As the code master, I feel like they would do...

Dick would probably try and use pop culture references that no one would know besides maybe Duke? (Jason was dead, Bruce was on the other side of the internet, tim was busy stalking, damian was in a cult, Steph and cass were busy beingtrained ect..) Eventually he would individualize questions but it did hurt when damain called him old.

Jason would be a lot like Dick in but with literature references. Only when people didn't get them he would call them uncultured (especially tim). He would try and keep things more simple in terms of prompts. Nothing too crazy.

You'd think Tim would be awesome at codenames and he is but only at guessing. As the code master he will give you prompts for five at one time and wonder why you didn't make the obvious connection. He would rather quit than give a hint for one.

Steph is the real champion of codenames because yk she grew up with a puzzle master (I forget his name). She also isn't a lunatic like Tim so she can do understandable hints. Also she finds it funny she is beating two "world class detectives" at a puzzle game.

Cass isn't really playing much. She would prefer to watch or cheer on both teams.

Duke is pretty solid at it. He cant really do shared missions but he does actually use a lot of their names bc he hears a ton of gossip about everyone.

Damian gets into the most trouble when the people on his team do not know what the word means. On top of that he displays his frustration when they are about to pick the wrong one very visibly so, he is usually not picked for a code master position.

Bruce could be really good if he stopped trying to use it to quiz them on protocol. He is asked to play the game in general bc of this.

Now together I feel like the preferred teams would be Dick Tim Jason and Damian Steph Duke (Bruce if he's there). Tim has an advantage guessing from Jason and sick bc he's a little stalker and Damian and Steph can go on the same wavelength. They switch up the teams a bit but usually not much.

And ofc Stephs team usually wins

[italicisedoh]

that one geoguesser freak lowk has kaz energy but with wylan’s autism