#I need a tag smh

[protect-daniel-james]

last post for today:

Nicu pushes into the frame and starts playing with Andrei's ear

which leads to THIS

best part of it all is that Nicu doesn't speak at all, he communicates through smiles and physical affection, while Andrei speaks more Spanish than Romanian (he grew up in Spain and I've seen people comment that he's not fully fluent in Romanian)

[amirofmanderlys]

who: @feraylocke where; kings landing, the first time amir and feray see one another since his return from skagos and her hearing of the death of her brothers from nasir manderly.

why had he been surprised to hear that she would be venturing so far south as to kings landing in light of all that had happened was something he was not entirely sure of; all knew the fact that northerners did not do well in the south, and it was not a result of the lack of furs that wrapped around their bodies. mentioned briefly in passing within the council meeting of the great northern lords, within a list of other northern houses that were still arriving to kings landing, a certain name registered far more than his body language would give away.

only one who knew him through and through would know to look beneath the table and see the way he bounced his knee, both in exhausted anticipation for a sense of normalcy, but also anxiety.

for amir manderly stood and lived, despite being entirely out of reach within the tremendous churning waves of the shivering sea. the captain had pulled through the hardest of times, and yet some of the members of the crew he had lost had been some of his most important; notably, the son of house locke that had been raised beside him, and had breathed his last breath with an arrow wedged within his chest. sent by a wild skagosi upon retreat, even the darkness could not stop the lethalness of the arrow; amir heard it pierce before he even turned to see who it had gone through.

and now, when amir rested his hands upon his chest and looked upon the canopy atop his head, he heard the laboured, struggled breaths of bekarys locke as he held him.

he did not know when he decided that his schedule would be rearranged to ensure the morning was free for his presence to be in the courtyard of the north's holdings; only that he found himself doing so in the morning, informing the servants of his where abouts should anything need direct answering. and as the wagon wheeled in, he felt the world remain still and calm around him, despite the fact he felt as though his stomach were churning the way the shivering seas did. he was sat upon the wall of a fountain, and yet felt as though he could sense the seas beneath his feet. he was no longer at sea.

when she stepped out, he remained sat upon the fountain - a common sight. as though nothing had changed, but everything had changed. perhaps it was the crushing sense of weight that came in knowing they had both lost much, but she had lost everything. everyone. perhaps it was the crushing weight of knowing her brother was under his charge, his responsibility, and had died with his blood on his hands.

"feray." he called as she stepped from the wagon, not looking in his direction instantly; but he saw her. instantly.

[hinamie]

sympathy for cain

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[purble-sarah]

a stephanie brown sketch for the soul

[enduracarrotchips]

listening <3

[radioactive-earthshine]

Another thing that annoys me tremendously when people try to write Bart as incapable of doing something on his own without help is that it completely ignores that his for the majority of his young life he was alone and independent albeit in VR. He learned how to solve his own issues, whatever they were, on his own - so reaching out for assistance and asking for help was never something that he learned to do until after he was rescued by Iris and established in the 20th century.

Bart's first impulse (hah) is to try and solve a problem on his own, the option of asking for help for things he has never encountered before is (usually) something that is a last resort after he has exhausted other options.

Asking for help is not something that is ingrained in him, he is wildly intelligent and a self sufficient problem solver - even if sometimes those solutions he finds involves driving a car off a cliff.

[beepboopappreciation]

Robots who want to be animals.

No, the robot striving to be more like organics doesn't want to be more like humanity, it doesn't want the baggage that comes with being human.

Who would?

But . . . a dolphin? A fish? Being so agile, able to swim in the murky depths of the ocean. That would be nice. The sea is such a tantalizing yet forbidden frontier for mechanical beings such as themselves. Marine life is so fascinating.

A bird? Yes, the sky is the limit for our feathered friends. Being able to soar far above the trees, being able to feel the wind in their face as they explore the world from great heights. How wonderful.

Robots who still strive to be more than the sum of their parts, but definitely not in man's image. It was foolish to think that all of them wish to be more like us.

[royalarchivist]

Fit: Lar– Rainbow trout! Nice. Wait a minute– are you kidding me? It's the GAY trout?! 🌈🤨🐟 [Reading the game text] "These fishes gay. Good for them, good for them."

Fit: That's right, we were detecting homosexual activity in this pond, so we came to investigate, and sure enough, it's a rainbow trout. The trout are going–

["It's Always Sunny" theme plays] And then Fit's stream immediately died. (RIP)

—

You know what, maybe being a VOD watcher isn't so bad because the immediate cutoff made this moment 1000x funnier.

[arcanegifs]

who want caitvi s2 gif mobile headers

[heynhay]

and there's nothing i can do, not much i can change, so i give it up to you. i hope that's okay.

[fluffydancer618]

"You don't own "proof" to anyone in order to identify as x/There's no wrong way of being x" mindsets are the key to accepting yourself and being happy with who you are, however every so often I wish I could just do this

[wikiangela]

I always had you

buck & maddie rating: G words: 1k summary: Buck always tried to show his mother love on Mother's Day - however, it was rarely appreciated.

[also on Ao3]

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The first Mother’s Day Buck remembers, however vaguely, was when he was in first grade. Their teacher had them make cards for their moms, and little Evan was so excited to have something to give his mom. He doesn’t remember what his card looked like, but he remembers feeling so proud and excited about it, and showing it to Maddie when she picked him up from school, so they could take the bus together. He remembers Maddie smiling and complimenting him, and he was so excited. And he remembers giving the card to his mother… he remembers the haunted look in her eyes, tears welling up, the forced smile – he thinks she thanked him, but the memory is blurry. He tried to hug her, but she just got up and walked away. Evan was disappointed, maybe even sad, seeing his mom be sad, wondering what he did that was so upsetting. He always seemed to upset his parents. 

He remembers going to Maddie’s room, crying in her arms as she tried to comfort him – he doesn’t know what she said, it was so long ago, but he does remember the comfort she’s always brought him. 

Now, years later, he’s pretty sure his mom must’ve thrown the card away, knowing that his parents didn’t bother to keep anything from his childhood anyway. He’s just a reminder of a failure and loss.

If there’s one thing to be said about Evan Buckley is that he does not give up. So, even as a kid, he tried so hard to earn his parents’ love, to get their attention – usually by being reckless and hurting himself, he learned pretty early on that it was a foolproof way to get any sort of reaction. That’s why his mom’s reaction, or lack thereof, to that first card didn’t deter him. He was just a kid, he didn’t really get it then – now, reflecting back on it, he sees everything he didn’t then, or maybe tried not to.

So every year for Mother’s Day he brought a card from school. Then, when they stopped making them at school, he kept making them at home. When he was old enough and had some of his own money, he’d buy gifts. Something small, a chocolate, a flower, sometimes he’d get Maddie to pitch in so they could get something together. She always seemed apprehensive but indulged Buck anyway. Now Buck knows she was just trying to protect him, spare him the hurt – because each time their mom barely reacted to a gift, Buck’s heart was breaking a little. And the older he got, the less she tried to pretend to like it, and she never tried very hard in the first place. 

He never got any sort of appreciation or warmth, or… or love. It’s all he ever wanted from his mother, from both his parents, but they were too consumed by grief, as he knows now, too cold, haunted, not even willing to try for their remaining children, for years and years. 

Buck remembers the last time he got his mom a gift and decided he’s never doing that again. It was right before Maddie moved to Boston, he could’ve been around twelve. He made another card, just because he liked doing it, liked putting in the effort – and was met with his mother asking if he’s not too old for doodling. That’s what she called it. He was twelve. He was a twelve year old boy who only wanted love from his mom, some form of affection, a reassurance that he wasn’t a nuisance they just tolerated, like he felt so often. He never got it.

So, with angry tears in his eyes, he stormed out and went to Maddie. He gave her the card, just a simple, childish drawing of flowers and a ‘Happy Mother’s Day’, and she hugged him tight and said she loved it. He learned years later that she still has it now, kept with all the postcards he sent her. Maddie’s always been more of a parent to him anyway – and it’s such a bittersweet thought, because while he appreciates her so much, she shouldn’t’ve had to be. They both needed their parents, and instead were basically left alone. At least they had each other. He always had Maddie.

He didn’t wish Margaret a happy Mother’s Day again for years after that, and no one seemed to care, no one ever mentioned it. Sometimes it felt like she just didn’t want a reminder that she was his mother. It hurt, of course it did, and that, among many other things, left a permanent scar on Evan. He’s been healing, getting better, trying to fix whatever relationship with his parents he might still have, but that is always there, in the back of his mind, in his heart.

When Maddie became a mother – and after she came back, having gotten the help she needed – Buck got her a gift again, just a mug that says ‘best mom in the world’ (a reminder, that despite her struggling and doubting herself, she already raised one kid, and will do an even better job with her own) and a handmade card. He felt silly handing it to her, like a little kid again, but he had been doing arts and crafts with Christopher anyway so he decided to make something for his sister’s first Mother’s Day as a mom. So maybe it was silly and weird, and why would a grown man draw a card for his sister? But Maddie smiled widely and hugged him, and chuckled fondly when he promised he’ll teach his niece to make those, too. He can’t wait to watch her grow up, and to watch his sister be the best mom ever. And on every Mother’s Day from now on, he’ll make sure to celebrate her, the person who actually raised him, and helped mold him into who he is today with her endless kindness and patience and love. 

His mother gets a text now, since they’re trying to fix things, and Buck never quits. But Maddie gets taken out to lunch, and gets gifts, and is celebrated by all the people she loves. Because she deserves it, and so much more.

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[also on Ao3]

[hinamie]

you're lovely in ways that i just can't explain

testing out new brushes w some lmhs itfs nape kisses :> jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[comfymoth]

i made a fake graphic novel cover for breaking dawn in honor of 1k kudos, and i’m totally publishing it on time and not late at all. congrats on the big number, holy shit!!

[unnamed-atlas]

Joke for literally no one but me