#I got no more noodle to me

[crystallizsch]

so uhhh this is a redone + extended version on my first ever comic of them bc i saw it being UNEARTHED from the depths and making rounds again for a brief moment ghdslfds

anyways. points at them.

[buff-muffin]

I remember seeing this guy talk about raising his sons and it kind of made me think of a modern AU Dadan and how I think she would also use one of the methods this guy mentioned. I don't remember the guy who posted or how long ago it was before it resurfaced in my brain, but essentially. he knew his boys needed to rough house, get out the energy of being well behaved all day so he bough a few gym mats and punching dummy's and threw these kids (lightly) around. Which, in of its self, is an amazing thing to give a small boy? a place to be rough and tumble and loud, an outlet for the exhaustion of the day and a place where they could actually practice their strength.

Now the ASL brothers are by no means as gentle and really they're fighting with teeth and claws regardless. but I love the mental image of like. After hours of these boys fighting every second of the day. who gets the first bath, who gets the bigger sandwich, who has to sit middle in the car, who gets the good snack or the last serving or the shower or the top bunk. or whatever other reason they decide to have a BRAWL IN THE FUCKING LIVING ROOM. Dadan finally gave in. going round back of an gymnasium she manages to score some old worn out tumble mats. drags them out to the shed and says "this is where you fight. not in the bedroom. not in my kitchen. not at school. here. and the only rule is you cant cause enough physical injury to have CPS called in my ass again."

now when an adult gives you a round about way to let you beat your siblings ass? you're gonna take it. and the collection grew, second hand boxing gloves, pool noodles cardboard shields and the dangerous stay piece of bamboo. they had their battle arena and would run home to settle a fight from hours before. And also gave Dadan a reason to kick them out of the actual fucking house when they got too rowdy over mario kart.

Of course they still got hurt. punches too hard, slamming into the concrete, a lost tooth a broken limb. But I truly think those memories of running to the shed to fight over who got the last slice of dessert at 9pm must be some of those boys favourites. Dadan considered it a slightly duller head ache

[fisheito]

found a baby yaku amidst the Sketchbook-glitch-corruption wreckage..... wondering if he flipped skin tones between black and red and everything in between until he saw his to-be-grandparents (and started mimicking THEIR skin tone....... )

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Rangi being completely calm and hinged during the noodle scene

[cels-not-so-secret-love-affair]

snow (the marauders & co)

a/n: it’s december so i can finally post this!! the gang get to enjoy just a tiny bit of happiness together one pretty little snowy morning x

‘Rise and shine, fuckers!’, is not what Remus had expected to act as his alarm clock this morning, but here he is. A blur of blue pyjamas and blonde hair had barrelled into the boy’s dormitory alongside the wake up call, and once the vague haze of sleep has dissolved, Remus is able to recognise it as being-

‘Marlene!’, Sirius shrieks, clutching at his covers in an unsuccessful attempt at protecting his modesty. ‘What the hell!’

‘Bleeding Christ, Sirius, would you close your fucking curtains?’

Hurried, the drapes surrounding the bed opposite Remus’ slam shut, accompanied by a string of elaborate swear words.

‘I wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t hurtled in unannounced!’, yell the curtains. ‘Honestly, why you girls are allowed into our rooms when we’re not allowed into yours is beyond me - it’s a total lack of respect for our privacy!’

‘Well I wouldn’t have come to wake you up if I’d known you slept in the nude, now would I!’ Marlene looks vaguely traumatised as she peeks out cautiously from behind her hands. ‘Lesbian’s worst nightmare,’ she mutters under her breath.

Yawning, Remus props himself up onto his elbows and shakes his hair out of his eyes.

‘What time is it?’

‘Six o’clock,’ Marlene replies promptly. With a grimace, he drags himself up into a sitting position, and tries valiantly to ignore the sharp twinge of pain that comes with it.

‘Why?’ is just about all he can muster up in response.

Marlene suddenly brightens up, a broad grin creeping onto her face.

‘Remus,’ she says, breathlessly, ‘it’s snowing.’

‘You’re joking,’ the curtains accuse.

‘I’m not, promise! Here, I’ll open the window.’

She marches across the room to undo the latch and Sirius sticks his head out to bear witness. It is, indeed, snowing - a great flurry of little fuzzy flakes, whirling and dancing, stark against the rich black of the morning sky. It’s beautiful, and wild, and, well, magic. It reminds Remus a little of his childhood, of Christmases with Hope. When he looks back from the window, Sirius’ expression mirrors Marlene’s, eyes alight.

‘Moony, my boy! Fetch a jacket, for we are about to have the greatest snowball fight in the history of Hogwarts! Oh, and wake Pete up, the old lump. He’ll be devastated if he misses this.’

Thus ensues a scramble to get ready to go out, with Marlene tapping her foot impatiently whilst Remus roots through the mess surrounding Sirius’ bed to find something suitable to clothe him in (‘You’re still the most unorganised person I’ve ever met, Padfoot’) and attempts to lug Peter out of bed (‘No, no, don’t go back to sleep… Peter? Peter!’). They meet James on the way out, who greets them with a cheery ‘morning lads!’, and the rest of the girls, who wonder what took them so long. Marlene goes to recount the story of Sirius’ sleepwear - or rather lack-thereof - but is quickly silenced by the subject of her saga, who tackles her to the floor in an atrociously ungentlemanly fashion. Once that debacle is sorted out, chiefly with a chiding from Lily, they all traipse out of the common room. It’s a relatively short journey on a usual day, but is this time made longer by an assortment of suppressed giggles, excited whispers and shoves to be quiet, won’t you?

When they finally make it out however, everyone is silent. What they saw out of the window earlier was just a fraction of the magic, Remus realises. The snow really is gorgeous. Remus looks up at it, watches it as it falls from the heavens, and thinks he could get lost in it. The warm golden glow from the castle they’ve left behind is reflected back to them by the smooth, thick sheets of brilliant white that have already settled on the grass, and it’s making things seem dreamy, like it’s all a pleasant memory he’s already reminiscing upon. Beside him, Lily has wrapped her arms around James’ waist and is gazing at the gentle swirling of the snow just like Remus is, simultaneously in love and in awe. Mary’s got flakes of it in her hair and in her eyelashes, looking like an angel, and Peter’s face is flushed with excitement and the cold, his warm breath visible in the icy air. Marlene looks like how he imagines her to have looked as a kid, all wide eyes and messy wisps of hair falling across her cheek. And Sirius is beside him, holding his hand, seeming perhaps the freest he ever has been, second only to when he’s flying. For just a moment, time is standing still for them. It’s like they’ll never have to do any growing up again.

Then, Sirius breaks the silence.

‘Boys versus girls, then?’

‘Oh, you’re on, Black!’ shouts Mary, and all hell breaks loose.

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

"Did I ever tell you about my Omega casino run in with the Blue Suns, Eclipse, and the Blood Pack Vorcha mafia? Five thousand credits and a bottle of whiskey?"

Ft. Staff Cmdr. Kaidan Alenko, Operations Chief Ashley Williams, Zaeed Massani, & Seven. Dominik Shepard. Phoebus. MIRA'S MORE CANON ME1.5 "Are you Phoebus?" AKA: Pt. 1 of some of what happens between ME1 and ME2 with the Vorcha mafia storyline. :) Mass Effect: Legendary Edition (2021)

[extravagantliar]

maybe fifty two year old Varric wouldn’t hire an asshole, but thirty five year old Varric would

[autism-disco]

ok big page of random drawings of various peoples blorbos/adjacent and also microwave noodles :)

[savage-rhi]

I haven't drawn since the start of the pandemic in 2020 everybody fucking clap its my Screaming Worm Boy (tm) from my fanfic Duality

[crystallizsch]

“It’s Always A Dance With You”

yuusha tala💜 x jamil viper🐍 (oc x canon) word count: 500+ words cw: not angst surprisingly notes: takes place during book 5; i got overzealous and wrote a dance scene (insert question mark)

their first dance in the kitchen was not really any less weirder than being outside ramshackle—

standing on the itchy grass;

next to the gravestones;

with the bugs that crawl at night.

a little more privacy would’ve been nice but they can’t be too picky this late at night.

━━━━━━✦

the prefect looked at the scarabia vice housewarden’s outstretched hand.

🐍: Are you ready?

💜: Sure. But without music?

🐍: Just follow my lead.

💜: But how am I supposed to—

🐍: Will you stop complaining, Prefect? I’d rather not be out here for longer than we need to.

yuusha made a dramatic sigh as she begrudgingly put her gloved hand on top of his.

💜: You’re the boss.

━━━━━━✦

it started with a light step forward, and two light steps back.

and the judgments began.

🐍: No, Prefect. Your other left.

🐍: Why is your back so stiff? Relax. It’s like I’m dancing with a log.

the vice housewarden felt his patience wearing thin.

the prefect knew how to dance. he saw.

well—

she danced with him herself.

the impromptu dance in the kitchen.

sure she wasn’t great, but she knew how to keep in rhythm.

so why now does it feel like the prefect is making it deliberately hard for him?

━━━━━━✦

jamil spoke too soon.

yuusha was a fast learner, of course. he knew this.

or she decided to be compliant out of spite.

either or they were dancing in sync to the tuneless sound of the night, save for the occasional chirp of crickets and the jingle of the bells from jamil’s hair ornaments as they twirled around each other.

there’s always a sudden shift with her that he can’t control.

unfortunately for her, two can play at that game.

the vice housewarden concluded the dance with a sharp dip.

━━━━━━✦

so it was another one of those moments.

did the air become particularly warmer that night or was it just that their bodies were pressed closed together in the dip, their faces were almost touching?

from this angle, the prefect gazed into jamil’s eyes. it sparkled like the night sky illuminating behind him.

that’s a soft, starstruck look yuusha hasn’t seen before.

oh this is dangerous.

at this moment, she forgot the implications of eye contact with the scarabia vice housewarden.

she felt herself letting her guard down, much to her dismay.

unbeknownst to her, jamil fell to that vulnerability first. a vulnerability he didn’t think he’d have again.

yuusha matched his soft gaze which jamil immediately honed in on.

💜: Your eyes are beautiful, Jamil. Have I ever told you that?

━━━━━━✦

the prefect yelped as she landed butt-first onto the ground.

jamil had let her body slip out off his hands, dropping the prefect on purpose.

yuusha attempted to kick his shins in retaliation but to no avail. jamil dodged it effortlessly considering she’s still on the ground.

🐍: We’re done here.

he averted his gaze, trying to hide that he felt warmth rushing through his cheeks.

the hood of his dorm uniform can’t save him right now as he’s not wearing it.

💜: You didn’t have to DROP me! Sorry for complimenting you, I guess.

jamil didn’t acknowledge her complaint and just reached out his hand to her again.

he looks like he’s trying so hard to hide a laugh with that shit-eating smirk of his.

she looked up at him with disbelief but proceeded to accept it anyway.

💜: …..Thanks for the dance, Vice Housewarden.

🐍: You’re welcome, Prefect. Dont ask me ever again.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

as someone who knows what ur prev old man yaoi obsession was it checks out you like cherik.... same dynamic id say

For but a moment i thought you were referring to arasawa but nay you meant xehaqus 😔

[plushie-lovey]

Alright, here's everyone who got necklaces today! Individual pics:

Also special shout-out to Cabbage, my small bulbasaur plush. His firm bulb was perfect to use for stretching out and shaping the string for each necklace to make them more elastic and more natural fitting

[keeps-ache]

they're like shiny knickknacks to me

[weekend-conspiracy-theorist]

sorry i didnt mean to be weird!!! all the dc fans i know recognise your dc fics as one of The Fanfics if ur looking for fantastic characterisation for tim and steph!!!

NOT WEIRD it was a very nice message!! that's so wild and so very sweet of you to say. but legit, if you really want to read a good Steph (and Cass!!!), go read Hinn_Raven's works. she is the PINNACLE of good steph charcterization. (she doesn't really care about tim but I don't blame her #feminism)

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Wang YiBo Art Because Nothing Else Can Suffice

Wang YiBo x Tencent Allstar 2023 FANART BECAUSE I AM DED

[jrueships]

anybody else have a food they're allergic to but still eat anyway