#This one's on me || Meme reply

[actual-changeling]

i LOVE crazy meta posts and wild speculations, i write unhinged interpretations myself, and fandom is first and foremost about having fun.

but i am very, very tired of seeing serious theories that constantly call the final fifteen fake/a conspiracy/a magic trick/etc. retconning that scene would take away the ENTIRE emotional weight and the importance it has for both their character archs.

[deoidesign]

panels from my webcomic. the characters are also from my webcomic. believe it or not it's about gay time traveling vampires

[parisoonic]

i love how you draw the gay homosexuals they make me go

[blackjackkent]

Prompt fill for @thedarkstrategist from this ask meme: "Trustfall" by P!nk Sentence Starters Shadowzel - "Are we just too scared to fight for what we want tonight?" (One of those where I didn't use a direct quote but let it inspire instead.)

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This is how it shall be. I will wake her, and we will fight.

I will win - of course. It cannot be otherwise. A githyanki warrior of Creche K’liiir does not bend before an istik of Toril, a follower of Shar, a stalker in the shadows.

(Forty-one nights I have woken with her face in my mind, her name in my mouth.)

We will use no weapons. She fights with magic and a mace; she will be at disadvantage. I will leave her bloody in the dirt, in the dark. Seeing her bested, I shall be released from my obsession. 

(What shall I dream of in her place?)

It is what the varshi teach. Cosa’kh rahaj, abat’hak tarim. Desire fades, blood tells. It is a fleeting thing, this infatuation. I must be able to stand tall when it has bled out of me. I must remain myself. I will not sacrifice my honor on her dark altar.

(And yet I have no other goddess left.)

Why do I hesitate? It cannot be fear. I have never once shied from battle. From the day I could walk, I faced steel and blood unblinking. Those too weak to stand at my side fell by my hand. I carry no fear of striking down what I love.

(No - but I fear to claim it with both hands.)

And when she is bloodied and beaten, I will turn away. I will know the inconstancy of my passion and set it aside; I will shed the weight of her and be free. There will be no more ache of longing, no more half-formed fantasies of soft touches. My mind will be clear, my heart liberated.

(My soul empty.)

I will not falter. My strength has gotten me this far. Let it last a little longer, until I can see my way out of this transient madness. I will not weaken before the gleam of her eyes in the firelight. 

I will not weaken. 

I will not…

I will wake her, and we will fight. And then I will know her worth, and it will be finished.

This is how it shall be.

[byanyan]

i've changed my mind again!! i am, in fact, going to delete a fuckload of my drafts bc i am!!! not vibing with having all this old stuff & having it stopping me from starting new stuff!!!! this is the year where i finally say fuck it!!! i'm gonna run this blog the way i wanna and i'm gonna do what's the most fun for me!!!! ...not that i didn't enjoy any of the threads i have in my drafts bc i did, i just. i have to do something to get myself energized again and clean slate (mostly) is all i got rn askjfhds

i'm not deleting everything — i've got some specific verse stuff, some plotted and/or specific character moment things, and some starters that i'm holding on to, but. yeah. everything else has to go, i'm so sorry

[cayenne-twilight]

Professor-pilled Layton-maxxer 🫵

So true, you got me. Smash that like button if you’re a real sigma puzzle-solver (super rare, better than alpha)

Credit to @sunnymatsu for the original meme

[vibrantvenus]

Twitter is so funny bc why the fuck is this my most popular tweet ever already

[originalcontent]

my name is Bill and soon at last it wil be tyme to brayke thy fast, so to the icebox you shal come. This is to say- i ayte the plum.

[maybeophe]

the twinkification of ophe 😞💔

Stop calling me a twink my build is stacked and my meat is huge.

[blitzbuckz]

They're making a SHREK 5 ?!??!?!? WHAT DID I WAKE UP TO HOLY SHIT

[levil0vesyou]

Y'know I used to always say I liked kids in person but not in theory (reverse from my feelings towards dogs) but I think I finally realised how to word it more accurately. I like kids as people, but not as a responsibility. I do not trust my ability to take care of a kid even temporarily if there's no well-adjusted adult nearby I can ask stuff and call if anything happens, but I love the passion children have for their interests, their fearlessness wrt breaking societal rules they haven't been forced to learn yet and their curiosity about almost anything that's even remotely interesting. I like children, I just don't like being given responsibilities I'm not equipped to handle

[noisytenant]

there are therapists who specialize in cptsd. you dont need to go to inexperienced talk therapy or cbt or dbt ever again if you dont want to. there are options

[selkiefinalist]

Oh, willycale??? I’m intrigued??!!!!

ok sorry this took a bit. willycale was birthed because i was tired of cale getting so aggressively third-wheeled by nate and his boytoy sidney at the asg, and i was like ‘can someone please show cale some appreciation/attention’ and also willy, who certainly appreciates the heavy crown of being the second-best sparkle in someone’s eye.

ANYWAY i’m about 3k into it, would like to finish at some point this year. here’s a little snippet from the scene where willy takes cale to a drag bar:

The bar music cuts out. “Let’s hear it for Lady Bing,” says a voice over the speaker. The crowd and the lights go nuts all at the same time, and the opening chords from some eighties hair band blast through the bar, thrum all the way through Cale’s chest.

“Lady Bing?” he yells over at Will.

Will smiles but stays focused on the stage. “Everyone loves hockey.”

Lady Bing slinks out from behind the stage curtain. She’s in a cherry-patterned dress and red heels that are open at the front so her toes peek out, and her wig is stacked so high that Cale spends half her act just watching it shimmer under the shifting lights, the waves and curls of it glinting pink and gold in time with the song.

Cale wolf-whistles just like everyone else when she finishes her performance, and Will laughs over at him.

“Do you want to buy her a drink?” Will shakes his own empty glass. Cale’s drink is gone, too, somehow, a citrus-flavored ghost in his mouth.

“You want another?” Cale asks. It’s easier than saying I’d buy you a drink, since he doesn’t have to say it because he can just buy Will a drink and it will be the same thing as saying it but better because he’s actually doing it and not just saying it —

“Yeah, sure. If you do.” Will runs his finger over the rim of his glass; it’s hard to tear his eyes away.

Cale focuses so hard that the concentrated beam of his thoughts could probably start the table on fire, but manages to order the drinks.

[mrslatifi]

Bro did you see they put you in the recap/on their instagram???

Oh my goddddd 😭 Williams!!! 💙

The way the edited it where Logan was talking about feeling happy and comfortable, then it cut to the clip of me 🥹 that’s just the sweetest thing ever!!!

That edit makes me believe that he probably really did feel happy and got a little confidence boost from what I said. He definitely made my day so I hope the feeling was mutual! 💙

[askbensolo]

Inspired by an argument Rey and Dad were having in the family group chat:

Bonus answer from Mom: “Whatever you like, sweetie, I’ll still love you. Even if you try to grow facial hair again, Force forbid”

[mercysought]

23 .   a  kiss  on  the  back  of  the  hand . - mythal and elgarnan

   "It is beautiful."

They both lay down, their hands firmly against the cold and wet snow beneath. It does not seem to bother them, standing side by side. His blonde hair almost disappears in hue when against the starkness of the white snow. Her long hair spreads across the floor like the darkness of night itself. As if the earth itself had cracked open and she crawled from within, star filled eyes now reflecting a sky that could never hope to be as dark as them.

Elgar'nan's voice rings still in the sky. Above them it is red, the sun stuck in a permanent, deep, intense red - almost, almost at the edge of horizon. Convinced by Mythal to remain in this state (of sunset or sunrise? The thought still confused Elgar'nan, it didn't matter which only that she had chosen to offer it to him). It burns just as easily as the snow beneath his skin, the warmth of the sunlight against the thinness of his eyelids. The sun makes the snow around become red. Each time they exhaled the reds and pinks in the sky became somewhat clouded.

   "I knew you'd like it." she says simply, glancing to him. Snow hang from her eyelashes and in this they shone just as much as the light within her eyes.

She was beautiful. It had never occurred to him that he would find something more enticing to him than that of the thrum of life in this world. And yet there she stood, laying in the snow with dark hair and dark eyes, warm skin that would eventually melt this whole valley if she were to stay. And she would, perhaps if he asked her for both of them to stay they could melt and renew the snow anew time and time again. She still looked to the sky when Elgar'nan rose, seating beside her; unable to take his eyes off her.

To watch her shape this world was not something she had expected to enthrall him so. Perhaps he had expected the pangs of jealousy or envy to grab at his throat and yet there was little but aw when her fingers touched the sky like one would touch water, watching it shift with just a please. Even within him, now part of this world, her hands touched him and he was made anew, broken under her ministration and remade once her mouth reached his.

When he returns to this conversation, she is looking upon him. Her hand having found his, wrapping it with long careful fingers. Her voice is the voice of this world, the only voice that he would care to listen to; her voice, the roaring of the ocean, the intense burning of distant stars - changed indeed and how could he not feel himself falling further and further into her?

   Must I read your mind for you to tell me what is on it?

She asks and it is as warm as the colour of the sky above them. As warm as the flush of his cheeks from the cold. Her lips are blue from the time they spent; his fingers are red even when wrapped around hers.

Her head bows as she kisses the back of his hand and they are on the same riverbed that she had found her in. Surrounded by torn roots and a dim, cold rain falling all around them. There is a storm all around them and yet all he can hear is this new heartbeat to this world that he had not known before. The beating of the world's end within her, the promise of it all. How could he not fall for her?

   I love you.

He says simply and the storm above parts. A single shredded line torn asunder by the simpleness of his feelings. He holds her hand in his, turning it upside down and kissing her wrist; eyes as bright and red as the sun almost collapsing into the darkness, they beyond of hers. His tongue threatens to burn flesh until he would feel her heartbeat against his teeth.

Mythal's hands find the pulse at his neck, twisting it and turning it, directing him until they were back on that snow bank with bright red skies above. She laughs, and it shakes the smallest of flecks of snow around them, pulling him with her as her back falls back and the darkness of her hair fully envelops the snow, her hands pulling him by his neck crashing against her like the ocean against the sharpened cliff edges.

@hoboblaidd // KISSES // selectively accepting