#Y'ALL I ACTUALLY CANT

[foxy-kitsune]

going fereal over lee haechan has become a daily thing for me at this point

[almost-emerald-eyes]

I don't know what to do with myself during summer break but school sucks too and literally like. what. what do I do. what do I like. do I have hobbies?? yeah, probably, but I haven't done them in so long that I can't anymore.

I haven't had real time to myself in so long that I don't know how to do that anymore

[bluerasbunny]

i did say i'd explain today

so. this started as a joke and spiraled into an actual AU. so here's spamsun NEO, ft. moon playing a simple numbers game

i will post more of this. i can draw anything and im using it for evil

[kaurwreck]

y'all have eventually got to realize that kunikida's temper and attentiveness to his schedule aren't callousness, they're coping mechanisms. right. y'all have to eventually figure out that much over seasons + tens of chapters of him being so tender it would snap him in two if not for the order he's constructed around himself. y'all will inevitably pick up on that with how he approaches dazai and kyouka, especially, right? surely.

[chococookiez]

made this for tiktok but maybe y'all will like it too idk

[kazu-sagi]

i feel like a bomb trying so hard not to explode but then everyone around me keeps trying to press the detonate button

[sourtomatola]

Solar was afraid that after he was falsely arrested and imprisoned for a month, his poor little ornamental pumpkin plant would die without him. To his shock, it instead gained sentience.

I was trying to think of a metaphor for how it must have felt for solar, making something that was basically alive but not sentient, only for it to gin sentience on its own...anyways this is what came to mind. Also instead of dying he was falsely accused and arrested

Part2

[redysetdare]

Some of you will see a character that is actively repulsed by romance/sex and heavily non-partner coded (sometimes they even actively just say that they do not want a relationship!) and y'all will still respond with "But aros/aces can still date and have sex!!" like okay bud it'd be so much easier for you to say you don't respect repulsed and non-partnering aros and aces. stop beating around the bush trying to pretend to be oh so supportive when you obviously feel uncomfortable about our existence even in fiction.

[fabuloustrash05]

"How old of a TMNT 2012 fan are you?"

I was there when the cowaboomer fans were upset and complaining about the number of toes the 2012 Turtles had.

[bucket-puns]

Old limbus women but one of them is my OC LMAOOOO

[shellem15]

@nickmarini's response to my asks has suddenly and inexplicably broken me out of my writer's block, so here's a snippet of a fic inspired by it. Hopefully I'll be able to finish it lol.

...

He glances towards his brother—who is not there. A look behind him reveals the coward has already fled. Typical.

Pelor looks back towards the Wildmother and raises his hands up in placation. “Sister—”

“Brother. For the sake of our continued sibling-hood—Run.”

Pelor runs.

The screeching howls of wild things follow them as they make their escape. Twisting vines and gnarled roots reach out to trip them as they dash through the dense thicket.

“I see our sister is as cheery as ever!” Asmodeus calls out from ahead. “Did I touch a nerve?”

“That was her anniversary gift from Erathis, you ass!”

“Oh really!? Well, forgive me for not keeping up! I haven’t exactly been invited to any family reunions lately!”

Pelor’s response is cut short by a roar in his ear. He dives out of the way a moment before the largest tiger he’s ever seen rips out his throat. He lands in a nearby thorn-bush, spikes digging into his skin.

His sister can be really mean, sometimes.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t get a moment to breathe. A sharp tug pulls at him, and he knows that Asmodeus has reached the end of their tether.  He moves to get up but before he can do so, the tiger pounces. Dagger-like claws tear at his flesh, and the iron stench of blood fills the air.

“Aargh!” Pelor struggles to push the cat off him. It is hundreds of pounds of pure muscle but even in this form, He is the Sun. BOOM. Light explodes out from him, and the beast is thrown back into a tree trunk, landing with a wet thud and a crack of splintering wood.

He pushes himself up, and startles as sudden heat whooshes over his shoulder and rockets down on the tiger, igniting both it and the tree in a blaze of fire.

Pelor looks back at the fiend-that-is-his-brother standing a few paces behind him.

“What?” Asmodeus accuses. “It moved. I’m helping.”

Pelor shakes his head as he brushes past him. “I didn’t say anything.”

Asmodeus bristles, about to object, when another howl sounds from deeper into the jungle and snaps them out of their squabble.

They look at each other.

Pelor smirks, “Go on, help some more.”

Asmodeus rolls his eyes, “I hate you.” He scoffs, but his lips are twitching. Liar.

Pelor’s smirk widens into a grin, and it lights up the forest around them.

The howl sounds again, closer this time, and they break out into a run. They weave though snares of vines and dart out of the jaws of carnivorous plants. Venomous snakes bite at their ankles and birds swoop down at them with sharp beaks and long talons.

At one point, an eagle dive-bombs them and tries to claw out their eyes. Asmodeus throws fire at it and the bird explodes into a squawking ball of flaming plumage.

Pelor blinks. Fire. Squawking. Burnt feathers. “Looks like that phoenix of yours!”

Asmodeus cackles at that comment.

Suddenly, the tree-line breaks. They can see the sky, the clouds, the sunlight shining down upon them. The wide-open air greets them, and they skid to a stop before the precipice of a great cliff.

…

That's it for now! Hope ya'll enjoy reading. I have so much brain rot about these two its not okay.

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[suosgirl]

lil teaser for my next fic coming out ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[deoidesign]

Guys you're not gonna believe this. The books are wrong again

At least this time I didn't even get half of them and half of what I did get was damaged...? So I only have another 70 books to deal with... This time they're soft touch......

I've got so many of book 2 it's not even funny

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[dottyistired]

ftr i do think lesser of you as a person if twitter is your primary, or heaven forbid ONLY social media. why are so many supposed leftists and artists so ride-or-die for the ai scraping fascist propaganda app. why do you make fun of the people leaving for bluesky and crow that they'll be back. why are you proud of staying there.