#What are we even doing here

[onlyancunin]

Temptations Part 1: Enticing

[shopwitchvamp]

Currently mildly obsessed with this youtube man that reviews canned fish and opens every video by saying "What are we even doing here?"

Like, yeah dude. What ARE we even doing here 🤔

[celestialcass]

my reaction to the murderbot casting:

[blackkatmagic]

I think the term "fanon drift" should be used more re: characterizations that are solely informed by popular fanon and have only tangential relationships to the actual canon characters.

Also see: interpretations of characters based entirely on fanfic and not any knowledge of canon at all.

[bandzboy]

kfans get to kick out idols just bc they dated people predebut but when international fans want a ceo who is a big zionist to get kicked out it’s crickets

[prettyinpunk]

plug in...

[wimbledon2008]

woefully underutilized tag

[izel-scribbles]

being trans is so fucking stupid because wdym a cold making my voice low and raspy gave me gender euphoria???

[heretherebedork]

Oh, really? Really? This is the specific manipulation they're going to use. That Ashi used Punn's feelings? And from Title of all damn people? Seriously?

Punn, baby, Ashi literally said he loved you earlier. We all heard him! Baby boy, you are the most insecure little idiot but could you get a grip for just a second and maybe consider that Title is a manipulative fuck who's in love with your boyfriend?

Siiiiigh.

Contrived drama it iiiisss.

How did they literally have Ashi say this and then go ahead and have the conversation go 'has Ashi ever said he loved you?'

See above. This is even worse than most contrived conflicts, tbh. Like... what? What is even going on? Why? How can you put these two scenes in the same episode in this order and not question your choices as a writer?

[whitehartlane]

can’t wait for everyone to blame palestinians for this like it hasn’t been a trend in western two party systems for the past decade where the left leaning party fails to connect with their voters because all they do for their campaign is say “at least we’re not like THEM lololol 🤣” and then get into office once during a reign of conservative terror and do nothing and somehow erode their own ‘principles’ and become more right leaning like maybe you should launch a better campaign without being afraid you’re going to lose the male vote or whatever the fuck man find shame

[atuats-sidechick]

So true and real

Rangi is gonna show them the meme

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awww that's so cuuut--- 🔥🔥🔥 GETS FIRE BLASTED 🔥🔥🔥

[twinknote]

it was really a fantastic way to start the day being shown a horrible wound, literally passing out, and immediately being misgendered upon coming to. 10/10 no notes

[chipthekeeper]

"hey can you do me a favor? everywhere on the website it says 'we offer generous scholarships'....can you take out 'generous'?"

BITCH WAHT

[rabbivole]

dumped some snowy stuff in the roadtrip queue finally

jesus god i need to get back to that project. i did write 'shuffle queue' functionality but apparently didn't document it. and my old laptop died. so i had to reread the code for the endpoint and reinstall thunderclient and surgically extract a cookie from my browser storage and then remember how to shove it into an api request

[kylewalker-peters]

many will say the low point of your club is when you spend an entire summer begging people to be your manager and the only person who says yes is nuno but i will say in fact the lowest point of your club is when journalists start reporting that a manager may have once maybe possibly potentially had a spurs shirt.... or a spurs replica shirt but they're basically the same thing i guess

[thespacelizard]

Copper

@fluffbruary day 6, with my first foray into femslash ft Fierna and Glasya because of course. Up on AO3 here!

In which Fierna appreciates her lover.

Rarely did the Fiery Lady of Phlegethos stand still. A blaze at rest is scarce a fire at all, yet this morning—for whatever manner of morning might be found in Malbolge—she lay as an ember, subdued in Glasya’s bed.

Silken sheets lay rucked and rent from the night’s past hours, red shrouds of gauze strung from the ribcage frame held the rest of the room at bay, dim shapes and unimportant shadows. Fierna shifted to her side, the flame of her hair low, scorching the pillow hardly at all, and gazed upon the only thing in Ossiea worthy of her attentions.

Glasya slept, as Archdevils sometimes choose to do. Sprawled on her stomach, the covers a tangle across her calves, with one arm tucked beneath her head. Light through amber glass burnished her copper skin to perfection, each subtle curve pulling the eye to the next; she was, as always, undeniable in every way. Her wings were faded half out of existence, the bat-like leather membranes with their delicate tracery of veins solidifying in ripples with each slow breath.

Her full lips were parted, just slightly, just enough to show the sharp tips of her teeth, just enough to hint at the smile that always adorned her. Better than any jewel that smile was, with all its subtleties and promises—Glasya’s lips alone were worth the trip to the Sixth Circle.

She brushed a curl of dark red hair from Glasya’s brow, ticking her claw against one small copper horn as she did so. One eye cracked open, deep amber, filled in a moment with life and scheming glitter.

“Well, hello,” Glasya purred. She sat up in one fluid motion, stretched her slim arms above her head, arched her back. “How many ways have you planned to kill me so far this morning?”

“None worth mentioning.”

Glasya smirked in that way she did, that said she believed nothing and everything you said all at once, and in any case it didn’t matter which. She pushed Fierna to her back, straddled her hips—Fierna’s hands fit easily around her waist, so small, so slight, especially compared to the lush weight of her own current favoured form. When Glasya kissed her, it was with her whole body pressed against her, with the weight of an Archduke, not her vessel. Fierna’s hair ignited, and the pillow turned to ashes. Glasya’s laugh flowed into her mouth like wine.

“Fifi, I’m going to run out of pillows if you keep doing that.”

Fierna pulled the fabric of the Hells and reformed the pillow. “Better?”

“Mm, yes, I love it when you get your fingers all deep in my Circle.” Glasya cupped her small hand to Fierna’s breast, thumb-claw pressed to a glowing stretch-mark. Her other hand tangled in the fires of Fierna’s hair, seared her fingers to the bone to pull Fierna’s head to the side so she could kiss her neck. “Were there any other parts of Malbolge you felt like manipulating this morning?”

“I was plotting a full scale invasion, if you must know,” Fierna said. One hand slid from Glasya’s waist, fit itself between her thighs.

“Going to march your—ah!—legions into my canyons?”

“They’ll be deep in your palace before you know I’m here.”

“Right in my sanctum? Fierna, you terrible, terrible traitor.” Glasya squirmed against her hand, pressed her face to Fierna’s neck. “I won’t stand such things.”

“Oh, princess,” Fierna slid all the fires of Phlegethos through her fingers; hot and wet and infernal. “I’d never betray you.”

Glasya fell against her with a pleased noise, and Malbolge sighed. She caught her breath a second, then sat up, pushing back her hair. Glazed with amber light and a faint sheen of sweat from such proximity to Fierna’s endless heat; power and power and power humming beneath the surface of her skin—what choice had Fierna ever had but to love her?

“I have a meeting with Ebrex,” Glasya sighed. She slid off of Fierna and got up. She plucked a sheer, umber robe from the air with a twist of her hand and shrugged into it, then leaned down for a kiss. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

Glasya’s laugh lingered in the bronze sparks that drifted in the wake of her vanishing. Fierna trailed her claws through the air, chasing ephemera. The fire of her Circle called—she ignored it. Belial could complain all he wished, she was above him now, beyond. Glasya had brought her to that.

She stretched out in the bed, an ember once more, and waited with more patience than anyone would have believed her capable of for Glasya’s return.