#ONLY A LITTLE BIT THO

[vampbilee]

can i request pixels themed arounddd penguins and/or like snow & ice & related stuff? :3

-🐧

sure! heres some penguin/snow related pixels, hope they are what you imagined.

[lgbtlunaverse]

See the thing about me is that I do care about characters' morality but it's more in the sense of wanting to understand their moral framework and why they take the actions they do. And because of that i'm always sympathetic to morally grey characters and try to look at things from their perspective, but I don't expect the other characters in the story- who unlike me are actually affected by each other's actions- to feel the same way.

For example, I care deeply about nie mingjue and the inherent tragedy of how he's been trapped by his own circumsances and his genuine will to do the right thing and can see how his reliance on punitive justice was created by the environment he's grown up in and the responsibility he holds towards his people and i don't think, in any stretch of the word, that he deserved to die or that it was in fact necessary to kill him.

However i do not expect jin guangyao, guy who was just kicked down the stairs, to see all the nuances here.

In the same sense, i can see how jgy's "self preservation above all else" mindset was forged by a world that expected him to die for their convenience how his avoidance of accounability for his actions was created out of necessity because any punishment levied against him would be disporportionate due to his heritage. How punishing him wouldn't actually make the world a better place or him a better person and how his violence is always reactive and that as long as he feels safe eneough to do so, the thing that he really wants to do is help people.

But I don't expect Huaisang, guy whose brother just got murdered, to give a fuck about any of that.

And I think this is why I'm annoyed with a lot of "is [insert character] a good/bad person" discourse because a lot of it gets framed as "If A is bad, the other characters in universe should hate them. If A is good, the other characters should be sympathetic to them, and if they're not then they're bad." And that is just... not how this works.

[littleplantfreak]

Witch Togame who doesn’t really act like a witch, at least from where you can figure. He’s your neighbor so you only see bits and pieces of his life, but you’re sure he’s a little weird.

He’s got a cat familiar, but it seems like he runs the show more than Togame ever does, dragging him around as the cat’s blonde fluffy hair bounces in time with him. The cat, who you find out is named Choji, stays partially human as far as you’ve seen. Sometimes when you’re making dinner, you think the cat who dips in under your window to beg for food might be him, but if it is, it’s mirthful eyes are the only thing that could maybe confirm it, if just a bit.

The only broom Togame ever used was to sweep the front porch of his house and when he sees you runny nosed and sneezing from a cold he runs into his house and grabs a bag of regular cold medicine, no potions or charms to speak of. When you ask he just shrugs telling you he could make something, but if this works just as good, why go through the extra steps?

He says that, but when you see the ghost of a cat tail swishing past your bedroom windowsill, a small sachet laying there, its presence already making you breathe easier, you think real witch or not he’s pretty sweet.

[justvico]

here is a doodle dump i’m learning to draw hater and then sylvia

[redstarcat]

Some OC stuff

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[windwenn]

In a shocking turn of events user @/windwenn has posted a seasonal artwork... late???

[capn-atlas]

the first song I learned on guitar: leaving on a jet plane by John Denver. Recorded a year or so ago. No I will not re-record it because I don’t want to and uh yeah that’s it

Probably sucks I didn’t have the energy to rewatch it

[theunicatistumblingdownahill]

This is 2 characters from my RP with my friends named Gamecharacters.

The blinding pink and purple one is UniCAT and the arctic fox one is Candy.

UniCAT is the owner of the "Gamecharacters Server" (aka the town people live in) and Candy checks coding and stuff for viruses, issues, and more. (There is coding because this world is video game like and based off minecraft, just extremely heavily modded.) She is also the scientist of the server and makes a lot of gadgets, lives in a bunker, and has a robot named Zero.

Fun Fact: Everybody who's played Gamecharacters ships UniCAT x Candy, even just a little bit.

We call the ship SweetCat.

Look under the cut for why this is a meme.

Basically, a chronic thing throughout of all UniCAT's designs is that she doesn't have a tail.

A friend of mine said something funny about this, so I turned it into a meme.

[rhyoxoxo]

Giggling and kicking my feet remembering how my crush implied that i was a slut 🥰

What happened was that im very open about the fact that I'm a slut, and the conversation between him, me, and my room mate got sort of freak adjacent and I said "hey you know what I do on twitter"[@PuppyRhyo] to which my crush said porn,[which is true, i've said that before] and then I said to my room mate "and you've seen underneath the sink, we all know im a freak" to which my crush sighed and went "oh that implies theres more than 2 things..." and my room mate interrupted him to say that there is [which is true, but I have not said that before] and I said "hey we don't slut shame, we slut support" [true] and he said "yeah i guess we know why youre the biggest proponent of that" 🥰🩷😍🥵

[jeysbvck]

THE LOCAL POLICE

THE BODY CAM FOOTAGE

IM FUCKING SCREAMING

[fakevariety]

i burned my finger :(

[the-marat-multiverse]

A snapshot/montage fic of all the different extracurriculars that Max gets sent to during the school years!

[challahbread]

i think i gave myself food poisoning lol

[dressycobra7]

@brave-and-gentle dude this is so cute 😭

@shat-on-the-dick @reinersluvrr @keischreiber thought u guys might like this too 👀

The first time you laid your eyes on him, your heart skipped a beat. It felt like the crowded training ground was now totally empty excepting you and him. He was tall, strong and handsome, the bad boy type. You were attracted to him like a magnet but he looked too cool to be with you.

The first time you talked to him, you were more than anxious. You two were paired up to practice sparing. His bigger frame looked even more imposing as he was standing right in front of you. Your heart was beating fast in your ribcage, menacing to get out of it. He spoke to you first, greeting you in a weirdly friendly way. His voice sounded deep but actually quite comforting, it felt like if he sensed your nervousness and tried to sooth it down. He actually did not look so mean to you after that.

The first time you two kissed, it felt just right. His hands were a bit sweaty and you realized that he was quite shy. His fingers held your waist with a surprising gentleness, almost like he was scared to hurt you. His nonchalant attitude crumbled to reveal a softer one. Your lips moved slowly against his, your body burning with passion. 

The first time he cried in front of you, you understood how many feelings he bottled up over the years. The raw pain and fear in his eyes had you speechless for a moment. When your thumb gently ran on his cheek to wipe his tears, he cried harder. He stayed in your arms for hours, vulnerable like he never been before. Vulnerable because he was worried that this side of him would repulse you. In respond, you took his hand in his, a silent promise to be there no matter what. 

The first time he almost lost you, you saw his anger. Not toward you but toward himself for failing to protect you. He kept you close for the next missions, not able to sleep correctly at nights and waking up every hour just to make sure you are still breathing next to him. His eyes studied your features, remembering every imperfections that made you perfect. During those moments, he promised himself to protect you no matter what it cost.  

The first time you made love with him, you witnessed how much passion he held for you. His lips kissed every inch of your body, savoring the feeling and the taste of your warm skin. He took his time to please you, doing everything he could to make this night unforgettable. His fingers left a warm trail of pleasure wherever they went, taking your breath away. You should have felt nervous and scared when he spread your legs but you did not. You felt safe and loved with him, so did he. He kept whispering in your ear praises while moving, his fingers intertwining with yours when your bubble of pleasure finally popped. Your bodies remained close as you drifted toward sleep, your breathes calming down gradually. 

The first time he held the little bundle in his big arms, you noticed how much of a softie he is with tears coming up to his eyes. Looking at him standing there with your child made your heart clench at a new feeling. The feeling of accomplishment. You made it all the way with him, through the good and the bad days. The only regret you had was that you judged him way too fast the first day you saw him. Because if it was not the coach who paired you two up, maybe you would have never kissed, dated, married but mostly saw who he truly is.

You open your eyes after letting the memories flow back in your head, your eyes falling on him who's resting beside you. He gives you a curious look, raising an eyebrow.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Just how lucky I am to have Reiner Braun in my life."

[inkskinned]

you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

[nabanna]

you ever embroider something with a little too much vigor and accidentally stab your boob