#Lays international

[paulpingminho]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's just guys night talk! Don't worry about it!

(Read Tiger Tiger and shake this man awake so he can finish that thought!)

[silusvesuius]

drac & pongorma ^_·^

[multicolour-ink]

Thinking about how Sonic didn't believe for a second that he was big brother material, then meeting Tails and being like "You're my sibling now". T-T

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

You are the daughter of an angelic faerie and an elven king. You have grown up inside the only magical safe-haven of an increasingly apocalyptic land outside. You have wanted for nothing, essentially leading the perfect life, suffering and death playing little role beyond the abstract. Your father will never die, and your mother will never leave, but for tradition you are still crown princess and are educated as such. You love to dance and to sing.

You meet some kind of monster inside your mother's borders, a monster not of her or your making. It stumbled across you, dancing in the forest, bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as it stares. You are stronger than it, but you run rather than lunge for the kill. You feel pity, more than fear. And something about him makes the part of you that you inherited from your mother sing.

He tries to follow you, for a year and a day. You are stronger, and faster, and stealthier, and you let him see you sometimes anyways. You are not convinced that he is not a monster, but nor are you convinced that he is.

Spring blooms again to the tune of your song, and you let him get closer than before until you run.

But you hear him speak for the first time. He is a speaker, and perhaps to him you are the monster. You do not run, and you do not kill.

He calls you "Tinuviel"

He calls you nightingale- a little songbird, plain and brown, with a lovely voice. They are your mother's creation, but he does not know this.

He calls you daughter of twilight- perhaps for your skin and eyes and hair, but perhaps because that is when he has seen you most.

He calls you singer- creator of the very fabric of the universe, skilled enough to deserve the title.

You are the most beautiful creature the world will ever see, the daughter of an angel and a king. He does not call you beautiful, or angelic, or princess. He calls you a singer, plain and brown, dark and distant as the approaching night.

He is bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as you dare to step closer.

He called you nightingale.

You don't know what to call him, but you hope to find out.

[backpackingspace]

Eurylochus trying to physically drag odysseus by his ankles as odysseus clings to some tree root. (They've reached a stalemate. Polites couldn't make it today for some reason, he had blacksmithing training.)

Eurylochus: how the fuck are you king?

Odysseus, who needs to get all his dramatics out before going back to being responsible: didn't you hear i stole it from my dad

Eurylochus: nevermind I'm just going to kill you

Odysseus: I mean you can try ONE of us is being trained by the goddess of war

@www-dot-why-are-you-here-dot-com

[slutdge]

day 9,047 of the dont kill yourself challenge

[quietbatperson]

NJPW: Collision in Philadelphia (16.04) // AEW: All Out (03.09)

[whirlybirbs]

it’s 5:20am i cannot sleep i am consumed with thoughts and yearning for keigo takami i need to be euthanized

[paulpingminho]

[vinescreens]

Perfect Days

[feroluce]

Hey genuinely, could you put that boothill pipecleaner deepthroating ficlet on ao3? It's perfectly fine if not but I would love to be able to put that in my recommended bookmarks to show other people

Just for you, Mercy uwu

(For anyone curious, the original tumblr post with this can be found here! )

[thefanciestborrower]

“Do you remember what Darwin says about music? He claims that the power of producing and appreciating it existed among the human race long before the power of speech was arrived at. Perhaps that is why we are so subtly influenced by it. There are vague memories in our souls of those misty centuries when the world was in its childhood.” - Sherlock (A Study in Scarlet)

[bare1ythere]

GOD University makes me so depressed

[runningwolf62]

I was gonna just DM this to Roddy on discord but the true form of our bullshit is leaving shit for the other to find on Tumblr in the morning. Anyway, couldn't sleep so the Dragon Age brainrot kicked in and while debating if Brennan had phantom pains of the mark flaring like it does in Trespasser despite being gone 8 or so years I realized something fun.

Brennan wasn't close to Solas, he didn't think, he always thought he got on Solas's nerves (he was genuinely no where close to the punching him scene though) but honestly Solas liked his genuine curiosity and willingness to at least hear out other's opinions, especially as a leader how he weighed everyone's thoughts before acting, best he could at least. He tried and so Solas appreciated that.

But he didn't think Solas would ever hurt him either and definitely not this so I think at some point, if Veilgaurd allows it or if I can make it a scene, Brennan is going to demand to know "I don't understand. What did I do wrong?"

Just cause I think it would be really devastating for Solas to realize Brennan thinks he did this because Brennan fucked up some how. And has thought this for eight years.

[goofballproximitysurveyor]

got as close to sensory deprivation as i could with family guy blasting in the background and listened to the entire machine girl heaven and hell mixes and i think i cured my art block