#I love them sm and I love her voice !!!!!!!

[burntthebacon]

she said HELL NAHH oh my god😭😭😭

her voiceeee😫😫😫

[prettytoasty]

Cuties ^-^

[stiffyck]

Can we talk about how Karen definitely has some sort of PTSD because you can't just wake up one day with a knife and bloody hands and a dead coworker on your carpet one and then be fine. You don't get arrested and then almost strangled to death while in custody and be fine. You don't get kidnapped and threatened and then kill someone in self defense and be fine.

Oh my god can we PLEASE talk about Karen and her trauma oh my GOD.

[sunsetsmakemesad]

I love the minamoto siblings very much

[hearthtrob]

( idea is ENTIRELY from @kiss-it-better-prettyplease )

imagine Mountain teaching the ghouls/ ghoulettes about plants and stuff all at the same time and he shows them cool tricks and stuff

then he makes compost tea and has to chase one of them around for like an hour shouting "DONT DRINK IT" (probably Phantom)

[humanmorph]

I heard nothing is stationary—well, it’s never been more clear.

Transcript:

Austin (as Parti): …that’s what I’m saying, I’m saying it’s not just a mentality, it’s like—it’s a structure that keeps people, it—no, it produces mentality, it doesn’t just…

One second, I think—I think we’re live. I think the signal’s up again. Hello? Hello? Are you hearing us? Hello, Palisade. Hello, Twilight Mirage. Hello, Qui Err Coalition. You know what? Hello to the Bilateral Intercession! I know you hate to hear us, [singsong] but we’re back!

Back in the lab again, back finding mixtures and fixes for shit you done mixed up. Back in Black’s chair, back at his microphone. I wish he could see it—the colors, the tone, the skies all rhinestones. I’m sorry, I’m stoned, just a little. A little goes a long way here on our new home. A little ripple in the middle of war. I saw a missile transformed into straw hospital filled, but it’s hard to ignore that the sky’s on fire with light.

Yes, they name me Particular Emphasis, but there’s a party up in here. I heard nothing is stationary—well, it’s never been more clear. We’re moving on them now, and it’s up for them. It ain’t even really close. ’Bout to hit the lick then take home [singsong] a full seven notes. So let me check mine, ’cause I know that I got some shit to say before small things grow big, before tomorrow turns yesterday.

This one’s for Baldwin, for Black Screen—all caps, please. This one’s for Phrygian, who’s between the fuse and the bomb. This one’s for the figure in our hearts who I hope is finally calm. This one’s for those who’ve had their names stripped away, or with names we never say, or with many names, multivalence, but committed in each to snatching they chains today.

Nah, you know what? This one’s just for me. If you’re listening, Bilats, let me tell you what I see. We are ungettable, unforgettable, unfuck-wit-able. And we’re really cute—we are unmistakable, undebatable, and we don’t even need a backing track to do what we ’bout to do.

(by @sacredwhim)

[mrmeepsmadmind]

me carrying my big beautiful himbo wife

WTF DONT DROP HER WTF ???????

[noblereason]

Can I just talk about the fact that Rukia now calls him "Byakuya" and with no honorifics which demonstrates the fact that post SS arc they're a lot closer as siblings? Prior to SS arc she called him Nii-sama. Which is way more formal than just his given name. Now she's just calling him straight up by his name and he doesn't even seem bothered by it. I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!

[weedle-testaburger]

i am Extremely normal about the fact that i'm hopefully gonna get to meet stevonnie and catra's va at comic-con at the weekend

[toyasgirl]

Me: i want Dabi to die bc his family still can’t see that he’s in pain. I want him to rest from them not to go through the same thing but with one arm and one eye and with split head and a completely burned body and a slightly burned brain, that is not stable that he sometimes thinks that he is 10 or 11 years old and wants to play w his lil bro in a middle of a serious situation

Shoto, Enji, Todo fam stans: but that will ruin shoto, enji… arc and they’ll not be heroes and bla bla bla

– I’m not here to think abt wut will happen to the todo fam after touya dies bc why tf would i care abt them? They can all burn and die idgf abt em i want touya to rest to finely rest from them and their abuse i want touya to die and not to be with them in any case bc THEY will abuse him even more bc they already made themselves clear like no i only care abt him and only him

[soloavengers]

at first i was like simple pawn Syl, as a joke. then i started thinking about arisen Winnie…

Hi this is Elwynn, she’s Winnie if her original Arisen died later and she was Bestowed. Tweaked her a wee bit (height, build, nose, eyes changed to how they looked before Syl summoned her). Her Bestowal was different, as it was mostly caused by her Arisen’s very last wish being for her to live. Oh I know that isn’t how it works, but shhh I’m just having fun.

Winnie exited the Rift for the last time to this world, but she remained a nomad of sort as she didn’t know where or how to settle down, she’s been traveling for a couple of years before answering summons for help against a potential Dragon attack in Melve.

She isn’t very enthusiastic about being the Arisen, with her memories spotty and her experience at the excavation site — she’d rather not command pawns, but if she must…

Much like Syl she sought only the perfect companion for herself when she approached the Riftstone, but with a looser idea. The only change to Sylvas is the tattoo colors matching hers now. Syl is adventurous and full of love for almost any world, he will help her take the next step when she feels it’s too risky, he will help her live.

[daybreakrising]

@iniziare: [ Wake up ] (I love them so much, I lost the ability to count, fuck this. KAFBLADE #123456789) & [ Reunion ] (For Kaaaaafblade #itdoesntmatterilovethemsomuchhelpme.pnggifjpeg)

He is often the first to wake, though most nights he cannot claim to sleep - more an extended meditation, his body as still and silent as slumber, but lacking the sanctuary of dreams. That his dreams are so rarely a sanctuary is irrelevant, of course, though her presence has a unique ability to block the worst of them. But there were no dreams to speak of this time, his mind instead in a place of rest whilst she slumbers peacefully against his side. The tangle of their limbs is like an anchor mooring him in clear, still waters, not a wave in sight.

It is the gentle warmth upon his face, the gradual shift from darkness to the soft glow of morning light, that rouses him from his meditation. Lids crack open enough for a glimmer of crimson-gold to shine through, gaze first falling upon the narrow gap in the curtains across the window, as if confirming the dawn has come. A thin stream of light spears across the sheets covering their entwined forms, a sliver of silver now gradually turning to gold.

His gaze glides to fall now, instead, upon the head that rests partially upon the pillow beside his, and partially upon his shoulder. The way she so naturally gravitates towards him, seeks him out in her sleep, will never not spark a deep-seated warmth within his chest, like a gentle ripple of pleasure across his skin. His hand lifts from where it has rested all night atop the sheets, finds the fingers that splay lazily upon his chest. His curl around hers, hand laying almost protectively upon hers, the soft warmth of her skin a contrast to his cooler, rougher palm.

Is it chance, he wonders, that her touch has come to rest over the heart that stubbornly persists within his chest? Or is it some subconscious urge to seek that reminder of his life, an assurance that he is still there beside her? He thinks of the way he finds himself ever drawn to that beating pulse at her neck, the compulsion to lay his lips upon it, to feel the life that thrums beneath her skin. Often, to seek confirmation that she is there, that she is real and alive.

Perhaps she, too, needs to seek that confirmation in turn.

He shifts - gently, carefully, so as not to disturb her a moment before he must - so that his gaze can settle upon her face, expression soft and peaceful beneath a few errant strands of hair. His hand moves now, acting upon an impulse, a need, to brush aside those strands that dare to mar his view, sweeping them back behind her ear where they belong. But once he has touched, he is unable to retreat. Fingertips skim a feather-light touch down her cheek, along the line of her jaw, to the lips he has now kissed countless times. Lips that envelope the name he chose for himself and return to it the humanity he once stripped bare. Lips that form a smile that he carries in his heart on those days they are apart, a reminder to keep the beast inside at bay.

Though a part of him longs to see that smile now, to hear the smooth whisper of her voice as it sounds his name, he cannot yet bring himself to rouse her, cannot bear to break this moment of unbroken peace. It is the same each time he returns to her, no matter the duration of his absence - memory is a fractured thing he cannot always rely upon, and he lives forever in fear that he will start to lose pieces of her if he is gone too long, if he can no longer look upon her day after day. And so he must remember every detail, must trace the same lines upon her form over, and over, even though he surely already knows every inch of her blind.

And so his touch abandons her lips to instead trace that familiar path down, along the length of her neck - pausing, as ever, to feel that steady thrum beneath the skin, as if the warmth and vitality he can feel radiating from her is not evidence enough to confirm her life - then across a bare shoulder. His hand slips beneath the sheets to follow the arch of her back, the curve of her hip, until it comes to rest upon the thigh tucked snugly over his own. An intimate touch, the way his fingers splay across her skin, hold her against him, almost drawing her in closer if that were physically possible.

Eyes of crimson-gold soften as he watches her brows twitch, her eyelids flutter, and feels the soft exhale of breath against him shift from that of deep slumber to one of waking. It is easy enough for him to lean in, to at last capture those lips into a slow, soft, deep kiss into which he pours the aching longing he has felt for her from the moment they parted ways only days earlier. It is as though he leaves a part of himself behind each time - and he can only feel whole again within the sanctuary of her arms.

He feels the moment she fully wakes, feels the way her body shifts to press more deliberately against him, feels the hand upon his chest rise to instead thread into his hair, feels her returning kiss filled with what can only be a similar longing. It is a kiss that says the thousand words his voice cannot - and a kiss that says I'm home, I've missed you, I love you.

There is no small degree of reluctance in the way he parts from her, as though it is a great struggle between body and mind, yet part he does - though he does not stray far, cannot stray far. He is rewarded for his effort with the smile that instantly graces her lips, with the gentle warmth that softens her gaze, with the quiet whisper of his name that welcomes him home.

She was already asleep when he returned in the early hours, and though she woke when he slipped quietly into bed beside her, he had been quick to soothe her back to slumber - simply being at her side was all the welcome he required. But now, in the light of morning, he will selfishly indulge in stealing as much of her time as she will permit him to.

There is a second kiss, a third, each slower and softer than the one before, and each harder to part from. Their bodies tangle tighter together, all warm skin and loose limbs, until he can tuck her so securely against his chest where he feels she belongs. His forehead falls to rest so gently against hers, eyes closing as he settles once more into that alluring peace she represents.

"Stay here with me," he utters, and it is unclear even to him if he means this moment in time, entwined together in the bed they share, or if it is a plea to stay with him forever.

[jaarijani]

🎶✨when you get this,put 5 songs you actually listen to,then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers🎶✨

omg!!! Lora ily💕💕💕

im gonna skip over the obvious rn because we all know I'm listening to TRAFIK! and šta bih ja on repeat rn :) (though mostly trafik tbh)

Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan

The Future Is A Foreign Land - Ghost

Ik Alleen - Droom Dit

Dance 'Til You Stop - Ninja Sex Party & Tom Cardy

Sure Enough - Two Door Cinema Club

[antipathy-arsonist]

i just realised literally only one of my ocs has a good relationship with their mother

[secrosss]

weekly dunmesh ep post here to say that as one of the eps that didn't follow their usual formula I loved this one to bits 😭 pacing felt just right, didn't feel that rushed to me (tho maybe that's bc I kept goin back to watch more details lol) and the canaries and yaads voices in sub are all really really good