#SHES THE BEST PERSON ON THE PLANET

[billycaplans]

I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND

[coloredlion]

My fav Angela characters for her birthday !!!

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

i love liushen as much as the next guy but i dont know how theyd ever end up together. liu qingge as a person is not the type of guy to be in touch with his emotions like at all and shen qingqiu just doesnt ever really know whats going on esp when hes being hit on. doomed to be a couple of lesbians constantly going on dates and neither of them know it

[pastasilly]

decided to redesign kate blake’s pirate outfit too!!

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

The Deep Sky

scifi mystery thriller

on a deep space mission traveling from an environmentally devastated earth with hope to restart humanity elsewhere

when they’re halfway, an explosion kills 3 crew and pushes them off course

the only witness is the Alternate who has no specific role, and she has to figure out who caused it & if they might continue to sabotage, while they're figuring out a way to get back on course with limited resources

flips between present and the past: of her childhood and training for the mission, her identity struggles, and relationship with her mother

questions the ethics of ‘restarting’ humanity elsewhere vs putting resources into fixing earth

[moeblob]

Calling out your homie's weirdness before he says anything weird in front of Angel who is, in fact, an angel.

[kitausuret]

Maybe writing is fun, actually. (: Little snippet from an upcoming fic I hope to finish in the next couple days:

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“You know, most people go out in groups, or at least in pairs.” She criss-crossed her legs and then stretched out. “Though I guess people like us don’t really have that problem, it still remains a fact that there’s an average thirty-seven-point-nine percent chance of success in a pair, and fifty-two-point-three-four in any given vigilantism situation with three people. That continues to go up slightly until you get higher than six or seven, depending on the roster.” 

Normie stared at her blankly. Did you get that?

“Rascal thinking about chocolate.”

Of course you are. He sighed and looked around. His voice reverberated with the dual-tone indicative of their bond. “How do you even know where we’re going?”

“Well, let’s see…” Lunella started counting on her fingers. “It’s after eleven. You’re gooped up. You’re using the bell tower instead of a normal entrance. You don’t even want anyone to know your name, much less where you are going, and Devil isn’t picking up any indication that you’re hungry.”

Normie stared at the dinosaur. “How can he tell?”

“I could explain it to you, but the odds that you’ll only get annoyed are roughly eighty–”

“Okay, okay; forget I asked."

[oceanmoss]

Ok I always say that I want my twin to dump her stupid ass fiance but now that the fights r getting real im actually scared :| pls don't let her be a divorced 26yo going to Germany (scary country) to get her masters in the same goddamn city as her divorcee bc that would be FUCKED . I mean... they're most probably not going to break up I guess but like :| ???? and . Idk what's worse actually staying with him or not . Kms

[stefisdoingthings]

I’m on episode 6 of gungrave rn and i have 2 things to say. 1) Harry has to get a grip, 2) Brandon is the most bisexual man to ever exist

[givehimthemedicine]

Dear El,

How are you? Sorry I haven't written in a while. Same old shit over here. It's still snowing and school blows.

I'm supposed to do a project about somebody who's my hero. It's due in 2 days and I haven't started.

I thought I was having trouble because I don't really have a hero and don't know who to pick, but that's not really it. It's that I keep trying to think of someone who's saved a ton of lives or something, and you keep popping into my head. I know you're not supposed to pick your own best friend for a project like this, but, you've saved my life. Multiple times. You've saved every life on the planet technically. If that doesn't qualify you, what does?

Everyone in this class is still alive today because of you and they don't even know it, and they wouldn't believe me if I told them, and I know you wouldn't want me to even if I was allowed to.

I'll end up doing Marie Curie or some shit. I just wanted you to know I would pick you if I could. Actually if people knew half of what you've done, everybody would pick you.

OK, that's enough sap for one letter.

Tell me how school is going for you? I'm really sorry we don't get to go together. It must be a lot for you to get used to. I wish I sat next to you in all your classes. Are the boys looking out for you? They better be. Mail me any asses you need kicked.

Miss you really bad.

Love, Max

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '24 ⸺ 「 14 / 31 * MODEL 」

August 5, 2000

“It looks like you’ve gotten yourself a little shadow, Emmett,” Clara says, only barely managing to stifle a laugh at Ellie who is now barrelling down the hallway, half-wearing Emmett’s grease-smudged lab coat.

It is far too big for her to be wearing—with their comparable size difference, it practically swallows her up, making wearing it more of a hazard than anything else, but Ellie, determined and persistent, refuses to let the very obviously ill-fitting clothing impede her from her task. The lab coat all but swallows her up and there is more of it trailing along the ground sweeping the floor behind her than there is actually on her body. One sleeve, half-on and drooping off her shoulders, flails as she runs down the hall, waving Emmett and Clara down.

“I was starting to wonder if you’d hung new mirrors up around the house and forgot to tell me,” he says with a slight teasing, yet no less affectionate tone as he looks down at the young lady who’d now firmly attached herself to his leg, half-disappearing in a flutter of fabric. 

“Look, Unca Doc! Now imma scientist too!”

Emmett chuckles. “Yes, you certainly look the part. But where did you find it? You didn't sneak into the lab to get it, did you?”

Ellie manages to look positively affronted by the accusation that she would do something like that—something she knows would upset her favourite Uncle when he has made it clear time-and-time again that the lab is Dangerous And Off Limits, especially if he’s not there—and widens her big blue eyes in abject horror. 

“No!” She shakes her head vigorously. “I know I'm not s'posed to be in there. I didn't sneak! You left it on the chair, Unca Doc, so I fig’red you wouldn't mind ‘cause you weren’t usin’ it.”

Emmett’s lips round out in a surprised ‘o,’ and now that she mentions it, it explains why he hadn’t been able to find it anywhere in the lab earlier despite his thorough searching. Clara’s chiding look says it all.

“I found this”—Ellie lets go with one hand, fighting with the oversized lab coat to roll back the sleeve and dig her hand in the pocket—“in your pocket.” After a slight struggle, she emerges victorious, holding up a slightly crumpled, quartered sheet of paper that Emmett recognises immediately. “And you sounded real annoyed about it, so I thought I could help! You always wear this when you’re doing your es—espeerimints—”

“Experiments,” Clara corrects gently.

“Experiments,” Ellie repeats, nodding. “So this will make me good at science too, right?”

It’s quite an impressive leap in logic, Emmett thinks, and not at all correct, but he can understand how, to her mind, the two things would be connected. The delighted smile on her face stays his tongue and Ellie unfolds the paper—his latest schematics for upgrades to the Time Machine’s computer systems—that now bears several new, heretofore unseen markings that Emmett knows couldn’t have come from him, even at his most exhausted. 

Clara casts her husband a look of mild concern but the lack of urgency on his face—he’s more amused and surprised than anything else as she proudly presents her additions, like a young doctoral student presenting their thesis—immediately settles her concerns that Ellie has somehow gotten ahold of something she wasn’t yet old enough to see.

“I fixed it, Unca Doc! And I can tell you how I did it, too.” 

“She’ll be quite the little scientist yet,” Clara says, earning herself a toothy smile from the young scientist herself.

“I’d love to hear how you figured it out, Ellie. Why don’t you go sit down at the kitchen table and I’ll meet you there to discuss?”

“Okay!” Ellie stuffs the paper haphazardly back into the coat pocket and takes off at a run. 

“Oh, Emmett, weren’t those important?” 

“Yes and no. She didn’t ruin them to the point where I can’t still read them, and it’s obvious which are her additions and which are my original designs. I’ll need to be more careful about where I leave that from now on. She’s still too young to understand and I know she won’t do any real harm, but better safe than sorry.”

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

Someone said that Taylor didn't look like a WAG last night like she wasn't all glammed up. She turned up with her natural hair wearing a sweater. She looked so soft 😭

He was so valid for seeing her curly hair, big sweater, child like excitement and going “you’re so freaking gorgeous” 🥹

[skeletons-in-ur-closet]

i AM a violent dog i DO know why i bite

[90th1k1k0m0r1]

i love my mom so much

[timothylawrence]

and by far the rarest thing to ever grace faerun, something that even the emperor brain and withers couldn't predict....

rana and gale hug :)

[jessreallywantsitall]

was feeling overwhelmed with life and baby so I'm in bed at 7:56PM eating a vegan cornetto.