#I’m swearing off them

[mostesteemedgingeroverlord]

Had my heart bruised by two short kings in as many years. I’m accepting heartbreak from tall hoes only now.

[milkcioccolato]

Now, we need to have a serious discussion

Actually no, it’s not a discussion. I’m going to speak and you’re going to listen

It has come to my attention that my ship might be problematic to some because the characters had little crushes on eachother when one was around 18YO and the other around 16YO (characters that will not have a relationship with eachother until they’re both into their 20s)

If you think something like this hurts your sensibilities and you find it gross, please, PLEASE block me

I don’t like having the same conversation thousands of times with people who think they’re these knights of political justice that get so inflated in their "goodness" And being "morally better" Than anything becomes a fight, even stupid fucking things that no ACTUAL REAL LIFE PERSON WOULD FIND PROBLEMATIC!

I need some of you to engage in the real world a bit more and stop eating up every single things these moral paladins feed you as "problematic" and "weirdo behavior" and things like that

Someone can dislike you without being a "narcissist"

Someone can tell you you’re wrong without "gaslighting you"

Someone can definitely make a comic about two TEENAGERS having crushes for eachother without being a "proshipper"

You look ridiculous. Live in the real world please.

[luminousstardust]

thinking about how luz was the light the boiling isles needed. not only is it literally her name, but it’s the first spell she learned how to “communicate” with the titan. and it’s the spell that was able to wake everyone up from their nightmares and the puppet spell. it’s the spell that got rid of that god-awful belos goop. she’s the light.

[thefloatingwriter]

sunrise on the reaping is where headcanons go to die.

[festering-bacteria]

In my clone high era here’s my Harriet redesign, some Confucius doodles & a silly little tophucius (?) comic-ish thingy, I promise they make sense together and I’m not ill at all I swea

[mossy-paws]

some doodles! (PHIGHTING!)

A collection of recent subspace and Medkit doodles! The final thing is actually a remake of a really silly meme I made like. God how long back in August of 2023? Geez I’ve been in the fandom for awhile,,, it’s crazy how my art has evolved since then for real!

also… these, no, no I am not giving ANY sort of explanation for them

[vampireonastick]

“Do we need anymore?”

Yes. Yes the fuck you do!!

The motherfucker is a damn tripolar singularity. We didn’t even know that was a fucking THING until two days ago.

And no offence here Aku but you fucking died to him the first time anyways so don’t act like a cocky bitch now.

[tightjeansjavi]

Caracalla having a pet monkey just about sums up what him and Geta are like honestly 😆

Listen to me yap below the cut!

When this article dropped yesterday my jaw actually dropped because hearing that the writers for gladiator ii and basically have the same brains when it comes down to our characterization of Geta and Caracalla, my mind was blown 🤯

I just about lost it when I saw that they also made the choice to have Geta as the older more ✨responsible✨ brother while Caracalla is just unhinged as fuck and honestly? He’s so fucking fun to write 😭 like yesterday I wrote bro just killing one of Geta’s servants for FUN because that’s just something that he absolutely would do and then this article pretty much backs up my assumption. Fucking crazy 🫠

Anyway, this shit truly has me geeking and my excitement for this film grows each day.

To sum up these two psychopath emperors in my own words, they’re cunty asf and I am GAGGED.

I will admit after reading the article and seeing the recent promo I was like oh shit…is what I’ve been writing for months going to be a carbon copy of the movie? And then I was like nah! Big difference is that Marcus is younger in Et Auream and Geta is older (by two years) so there’s a bit of a power imbalance between them (as you will all see) whereas I imagine in the movie, Geta and Caracalla probably think they can run circles around Marcus, but I imagine that doesn’t last very long 🤭

The plot for Et Auream is something truly masterful imo and yes I will brag about it bc I’m really proud of myself 😭

[steve-brules-rules]

I came up with a way to fill in the little blank spaces on my wizsein doodle sheet :]

[hplonesomeart]

You know I had to do my own rendition of this eventually. It’s just too good to pass up :))

Attached is just the still image version (not gif) and then some behind-the-scenes initial sketch without puzzle pattern. Also the car had a nose for some reason…glad that I went back to the actual reference material to change it because the Puzzlemobile ain’t got one <<

[junos-cacophony]

i’m getting sleepy so i’m going to bed good night!!! have one last drawing that will be posted on the daily tally hall art blog (day 15)

[keys-hellscape-1020]

Horror? Horror.

A/N: This post is dedicated to the lovely @juvenile-arm. Their art is amazing and deserves SO much more recognition! Go check them out! Also sorry for the fem reader, pronouns are still gender-neutral but the reader is definitely feminine. Guess I projected a little too hard.

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve always enjoyed horror movies. The thrill of them, the fear creeping up your spine. That wasn’t your favorite part however. No, your favorite part is when you get to pretend to be scared and hide in your boyfriend’s arms.

Contents: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral pronouns but everything else about the reader is feminine, flirty Hobie, flirty reader (they’re a menace), hickies, cuddling, implied smut at the end, fade-to-black

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You fluttered around your house, anxiously preparing for Hobie’s arrival. You made sure there were blankets on the couch, popcorn already in a bowl, and a stack of dvds next to the Tv. You have Netflix, but knowing Hobie you though he would appreciate the more old-school approach.

You run your hands along the fabric of the Sundress you’re wearing. A little dressy for a night-in sure, but you found yourself wanting to dress up for Hobie, although you knew he would find you attractive no matter what you wore.

You light-up when you hear a knock on your door. Rushing over to it you wait a moment longer, straightening your clothes one last time in an effort to not come off as too eager.

As you open the door you see Hobie standing there, casually as ever. If you didn’t know him well you might not be able to tell, but you notice the small hints of makeup on his face, the clothes that he only wears on nights out. He definitely dressed up for you, even if he doesn’t want you to know it.

“Just gonna stare at me all day or can I come in?” Hobie purrs with a smirk, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You feel your face grow hot, but you move to let Hobie into your apartment. He only spares a glance to your living room before he’s turning around to watch you close the door. As you lock it you feel a strong, warm presence upon your back. Close to you, but not touching you. Just hovering, appreciating.

“You look ravishing luv.” Hobie mumbled, his breath brushing your ear in a way that sent a shiver up your spine. By the time you’ve grounded yourself enough to turn around Hobie is walking towards your living room and flipping through the stack of dvds you’d laid out.

You fiddle your hands, trying to calm yourself down. “It was just a compliment.” You mutter to yourself, trying to get your heart back down to a normal rhythm.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by Hobie tossing you a dvd case that you fail to catch, causing it to instead hit you in the head, before it manages to fall into your outstretched hands.

Rubbing your head where the case made contact you look down at the movie with a grimace. Your mom’s old copy of “The Shining” that she had given you, you don’t even know how many years ago, stares back at you.

“Horror?” You ask hesitantly, moving to hand the case back to him.

“Horror.” Hobie says with finality, taking the case from you and moving to pop the disk into the player.

As he straightens up from his task he turns to look at you where you stand to the side hesitantly, twiddling your fingers.

He approaches and throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him and he leads you to the couch.

“Don’t worry luv, I’ll keep you safe.” He teases as he gently pushes you down on the couch before going to turn off the lights.

You shiver, arranging yourself under the blankets as Hobie makes his way over to you, snuggling under the covers before dragging you closer to himself with an arm around your shoulders and your hips pressed together firmly.

The movie goes smoothly, you’ve seen it a million times, but that doesn’t stop you from cuddling up closer to Hobie. As the movie nears a tense moment you tuck your face in Hobie’s neck, watching the screen out of the corner of your eye.

Hobie doesn’t acknowledge your actions, simply keeping his face on the screen as you press your body closer to him. You wrap an arm around his waist, and tickle his neck with your breath, trying your best to get him to acknowledge you.

You hum lowly as you press your lips to Hobie’s neck, again, and again, and again. It takes you actually nipping his neck for him to lazily acknowledge you.

“Someone’s needy.” He say’s lowly. He keeps his eye’s on the screen but he brings one hand up and plays with the baby hairs at the base of your neck, subtly urging you to continue your ministrations.

And continue you do, getting more eager with his go-ahead. You fully commit to your actions, not even pretending to watch the movie anymore. You kiss your way up his neck, close to his ear. You nip at the area right below his jaw before sucking a dark hickey into the skin there. Pulling back you admire your handy-work. Only one truly dark hickey is present on his neck but if this night goes as you’re hoping it will that’ll soon change.

You lean back in, biting Hobie’s earlobe and pulling gently, dragging a guttural groan from his chest as his grip on the back of your neck tightens momentarily before relaxing once more.

You bite and suckle at Hobie’s neck and jaw at will, knowing he doesn’t care who sees and instead enjoys it. Enjoys letting everyone know who he belongs to.

You’re not sure how long it took for Hobie to finally break, far to entranced in your very important work to pay attention to things like time. You do know that you feel a very pleased flutter in your chest (and lower) when he finally grips your thighs and pulls you to straddle his lap, chests pressed right up against one another.

He pulls you away from his neck by the scruff of your neck, much like one would a kitten.

“You’re oddly needy Luv.” He purrs out lowly, irises darker than normal as he gazes at you longingly.

“Only for you.” You quip back, running your hands across his collar bones to his shoulders, shamelessly feeling up his lean frame.

Hone chuckles as he picks you up by your thighs, prompting you to tighten your hold on his frame with a squeak.

Hobie smirks as he walks the both of you to your bedroom, a dark look in his eyes.

“Don’t worry Luv. I’ve got ya.”

[seal7035]

[moltengoldveins]

hi for the first time in ten years today I went to a Public Structured Exercise Activity (taekwondo) and I feel incredible. I fought so hard for so long against my body and the whole time I thought it was my fault. I thought everyone was in just as much pain as I was and I just had a bad attitude. I have never been able to do something like that before. It didn’t hurt. It felt good. Moving in a body that works feels good.

I’m not even sure exactly how to comprehend what is happening to me. I have been told for a decade that my condition is permanent, that I am never going to be cured, that there is no way to treat this disease. Two days ago I thought to ask my new doctor, whom I’ve been working with for eight months, (not in so many words ofc) if that was true. It’s not. She didn’t even think to tell me because she assumed I already knew. It’s not mostly treatable or mitigate-able or reducible. It’s curable. Full stop. The damage is done but that is also fixable. The long-term genetic conditions can be treated with medication and support items. The disease? is curable. I was lied to for profit margins and insurance premiums. My entire life rotted out from beneath me for ten fucking years. I put myself in significant danger because I assumed there was nothing I could do about it and I needed to just move on, push through. I forced myself to function through seizures, I drove very soon after them which I know now is a huge no-no but at the time I didn’t give a shit. I assumed the doctors I grew up with were honest and trustworthy and they were not.

I can move and breathe and walk and fight and sleep and eat. I can do those things with very little pain, and the pain is lessening by the day. I am curing myself. Praise God, I am not relegated to healthier. I can actually be healthy.

Ten fucking years. Because insurance wouldn’t cover the treatment. And they lied to me.

[lesbiansanemi]

My roommate has not been to work in like two weeks atp……

[somegrumpynerd]

Can we get one of Cross's nightmares?

Yes! I have it all doodled out but Horror’s will be next and then it’ll be Cross c: