#a second reblog i guess

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

ultimately i think daniel's relationship with mortality is so interesting because like when he's 20 he wants to live forever. but what 20 year old doesn't? when he's almost 70 and been diagnosed with parkinson's and he's not married and his daughters don't speak with him and he thinks his career is over he doesn't want to live forever. but he doesn't want to die, either. he's grappling with these desires in a way that's like. he's (overly) self confident and believes he's worth something, because that's what he's told himself all his life, but then he thinks about what he's done over the past 70 years, finds it mostly negative, and thinks, so what's the point of staying around for another 70? there's a part of him that still has that spark and passion for life, but more than ever he understands louis' reluctance to go on

[kelin-is-writing]

kelin may i hear more about rockstar touya \(★ω★)/

I was planning to post other headcanons before going for these, BUT I’ve got some for Rockstar!Touya that are pestering my mind these days and your asks come in the right moment, so bear with me please 🤧

࣪𖤐… ROCKSTAR!TOUYA

The first time Touya knew that he wanted to become a rockstar was in middle school, right at the age of thirteen, his influent CEO of a father was trying to mold him into a carbon copy of himself to rival Yagi Toshinori’s Enterprise. While taking a break from studies, he saw his sister watch on TV a rock concert of “Loudness” and to say Akira Takasaki is his role model is the least. That’s a true legend to him.

After “Loudness” and Akira Takasaki, he discovered “Metallica” and Kirk Hammett which made him go like “HOW??? HAVE??? I??? MISSED??? ALL??? THIS???”, scolding himself for taking so long to fall in love with the electric guitar and its sound. The next week he’s blasting full volume “The Final Countdown” by Europe inside the Todoroki Mansion like the good old stamp rock fanatic he is, getting himself scolded and grounded by Enji who is a fan of traditional Japanese music so yeah…

At one of the Todoroki family gatherings during the weekend, he was scrolling down his phone looking first of all where to take guitar lessons and second for a guitar to buy, but he knew his father would never agree to get him one. That’s when his grandfather, peeking at his grandson’s phone, butted in and asked Touya if he’s interested in music. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing to answer that question, since he’s the father of his father, but he did and hell has it been the best thing he did!

On his fourteenth birthday, Enji’s father bought Touya his very first electric guitar, a good old Fender Stratocaster CUSTOM MADE for him. It’s snow white like his hair and has a his name engraved on the bottom left side of the guitar, while on the other side there were engraved tiger’s fangs, all in turquoise… The color of his eyes. And this has been by far Touya’s best birthday ever.

After finishing Middle School he choose to attend an Art School, taking the music classes as main classes of course; he may or not have done it to piss off and raise Enji’s blood pressure from how mad he got for choosing something different from Finances and Management. Oh his father was livid and Touya was so proud of himself for that.

He has formed a rock band, of which he’s the guitarist and vocalist, with Tenko Shimura (Bassist&Vocalist) and Shuichi Iguchi (Drummer) called “The Villains”… Are we even surprised about this name? Really? Because I am not. Tenko suggested, Iguchi supported strongly and Touya just went with it because complaining and thinking about another name was “Too much effort”. He likes it a lot but will never admit it.

At the age of nineteen, Touya owns a Fender Stratocaster (Custom Made), an Elite Stratocaster, an ST-83-80 Japan (1983) black, Lone Star Strat, IC350 black, IC50 black, ICHI00 white, Gibson SG Standard mahogany and a Jackson Pro Series DK Modern HT6 MS. He also owns four acoustic guitars for songwriting, like a Martin GPC-X1E, Martin 000-28 Modern Deluxe, Taylor GS Mini-e Rosewood SN LTD and a Taylor AD22e. Did he pay all them with Enji’s credit card? Hell yeah. Did he do it out of spite? Absolutely. Did he care about his father’s blood pressure rising even more? Not even remotely.

His favorite groups are Loudness, Metallica, Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Europe, Scorpions, Slipknot, Three Days Grace, Green Day, Skillet, Linkin Park, The Rasmus, L’Arc-En-Ciel, UVERworld, Nirvana, Guns N’ Roses and Evanescence to list some, because there are many more he adores honestly. He isn’t a picky ear as long as the song gives him chills and inspires him, being someone who’s driven by emotions that’s what makes him likes something he hears.

Atsuhiro is their homeroom teacher, at the Art University they attend, who introduces them to Giran, a friend of his, who has an agency for new talents and after they sent him six of their songs wants to launch their very first album by August to make them debut at the “Rock In Japan Fes.”

Touya, being the emotional driven type of musician, is the one put to write the lyrics for the band’s songs and most of the times are hits, especially because his and Tenko’s voice brings to life the emotions of the lyrics in a way that it reaches the listeners right into the heart and soul.

You will never catch Touya’s fingers empty, there’s always rings decorating them and some rings are even custom made by his cousin Geten, who owns a Jewelry shop that he promotes a lot on his social media. One of his most precious rings is the one that he got made for him, with his birthstone carved in it, when he turned eighteen.

He has three earrings on his right ear: an helix, mid helix, conch and low helix. Four on his left one: two helix, a low helix and one on the lobe, plus three nostril piercings on the right side of his nose.

After “The Villains” debuts and proving his father that he could succeed through music without his help nor his name, Touya owns now a black card that he lets Fuyumi and Shoto use to their heart content.

Last, but not least, be ready to be the muse of Touya’s songs the instant he falls head over heels for you. The moment it happens everything, and I mean everything, to him becomes about you driving Tenko and Iguchi to pure exasperation.

[caycanteven]

how do you go about drawing the heftier skeleton body types so nicely? i want to draw bigger skellies but im not sure how to go about it!

I'm so sorry this is a bit late, but I hope it still helps in some way!

I heavily focus on the shapes as a foundation for my boys. I reference a lot of body types and anatomy! If you're looking to draw bigger skellies, I recommend finding a body type you like and studying what defines it; it doesn't have to be realistic (that can be a bit overwhelming) but finding a style you like and learning that way is much easier and is a simpler form.

For me, I like wide shoulders and large, comfy bellies--aka, the wonderful dad bod <3. So that' where my major shapes will be defined; I like to focus on points like the collar bone to help me build on the ribcages, and if I draw ecto, that tells me where the pecs should be, abdominal "muscles" and other lovable folds!

Most of the time, my guys are clothed, so I don't have to worry about bones. ;3

Everyone's interpretation for skellies is different, but the one thing that is universal, imo, is the use of shapes! That's where you want to start off and know that I'm encouraging you and rooting for you! <3

[astronnonyy]

Hey so I realized something kinda weird a while ago and I've never seen anyone else talk about it?? Ever?

I forgot to post about it for several months but we're gonna ignore that.

These two clips here are what I'm talking about (edited into one video):

(Description: The first is a clip from Animation vs Pokemon (starting at about 9:38 in the original video), in which Orange is in the middle of a Pokemon battle. They're initially fighting with a Heracross, before summoning an Ampharos. As Ampharos attacks and dodges, Orange seems to mirror it's movements. The second clip is from Animation vs Minecraft season 3 episode 26, The Warden (starting at about 7:36 in the original video). Orange and the Warden are fighting King. The Warden grabs and punches King, while Orange mirror's it's movements beside/behind it.)

It really looks to me like Orange is controlling their companion's movements, or something like that? Which seems like a strange conclusion to come to but hear me out.

With the Pokemon clip, that might just be, like, Normal Pokemon Stuff™. Pokemon are just kinda Like That sometimes, doing what their trainer (in this case Orange) tells them to do. Sometimes it seems implied that they have some kind of weird psychic connection to their trainer, so maybe I'm just looking too much into it with that one.

But the Warden clip? That's where it gets very strange to me. The Warden is a Minecraft creature, and a hostile boss mob at that. There's absolutely not a psychic connection there. Additionally, not only is Orange standing behind the Warden when it moves, but it's also completely blind and doesn't even have eyes. It couldn't see what Orange was doing even if they were right in front of it. The two of them moving in exactly the same way, at exactly the same time, when Orange has no reason to be doing those motions at that moment where they're standing, is just. Really really weird to me???

I don't really have a conclusion to this, I just think it's strange and I've never seen anyone else point this out before. Someone with a better analysis braincell please help me.

[philsmeatylegss]

Have said it a million times and will never stop saying it.

Phannies whose first language is not English, please write as many posts and fanfics you want.

This includes phannies who aren’t completely fluent and or have poor grammar/spelling.

Please rant and engage and be as chaotic as the rest of us. Even if you cannot express it in English.

I personally have always found it so impressive and admirable when I learn a phannie mutual of mine has a first language other than English. Your ability to participate as much as you do while having to translate every video, every post, is something I am always so impressed by.

Please participate as much as you want in the phandom. Even if you only feel like posting in your first language, even if you know your grammar/spelling isn’t perfect, please share your thoughts and feelings!!!

[menlove]

some of the gayest things i did w my girl besties as a kid that haunt me daily even though i'm almost 25

laying on the hot cement of the playground watching the clouds, talking about which boys we'd date in class, and i look over at her and notice how the sun is turning her black hair slightly red in the sun and sigh and say "i wish i were a boy, 'cause then i'd date you"

made a new best friend a little after her who was a year younger than me and i wanted to live inside her skin, a little bit, and went over to her house constantly. i drew her silly art, those weird emo blobs from the mid aughts, and she hung it up on her door. we joked about being married a lot. when i had to move away across the country, one night i was staring up at the moon while listening to a love song and started sobbing wondering if she was also looking at the moon. i never texted her again.

when i was 12 i fell in love with a girl for the first time i knew about. i had just gotten over being weirded out by gay people & when the kids in class started whispering about us being dykes, my teacher called home about it. i cried my eyes out in a red pickup truck with my mom as i told her i was in love with her, but it was fine because she was straight. i was drinking a red slushie.

once with that same girl, we went on a field trip to a nearby science museum. it was within walking distance and she held my hand the whole way, even though we were too old for it. at some point i started swinging her hand and knocking into her and laughing and eventually she just picked me up, put me on her back, and carried me the rest of the way while we laughed. at the museum, she kept finding me and holding my hand again. i went home that night, so giddy, and just kept thinking about her hand in mine and didn't even care about what the rest of the kids were whispering

in february, before that, she'd asked me which girl i had a crush on in class because i'd posted about it on tumblr. it took me a half hour to finally tell her it was her, blushing to my ears as we walked around the perimeter of the playground (we were at a small private school with less than 100 students, so even the middle schoolers got to use the playground), refusing to look at her. she told me she didn't feel like that, but i was still her best friend and she wasn't mad at me or weirded out. if one of us were boys, she said, maybe it would've worked out. her mom moved her back to california at the end of the school year. i never saw her again and she wasn't allowed to talk to me. she messaged me once, years later on here, to tell me i was pretty in a prom dress i'd tried on. she blocked me later.

i wrote down a story about her, a year later, for 8th grade english class. in it, i imagined that she'd never left, and that she'd kissed me while we laid in the grass, mixing up my stories and my life. my teacher looked at me with such a soft sadness and told me it was very beautifully written. she wanted me to submit it to a contest. it won.

[leonardalphachurch]

GOOGLE SEARCH: HOW TO TALK TO OTHER DADS REDDIT

Lavernius Tucker and Oliver "North" Dakota are two single fathers forced to brave their most difficult challenge as a dad yet: making small talk with other parents. Not many survive this harrowing ordeal, but the bonds forged through this traumatic experience create lifelong friendships. Or, perhaps, even something more...?

A modern single dads Tucker/North AU written for @rvbrarepairweekdos Day 3: AUs. Warnings for discussions of sex/masturbation, but no actual sexual content.

I don't know why I wrote this, either. I don't even ship this. I suppose the wheel compelled me...

Also avaliable to read on Ao3.

***

“Sooo, uh, what do you… do with your time?"

“Oh, I’m a pediatric dentist.”

“No, I know that, I meant, uh,” This sucked. Tucker had zero things in common with these parents at this School for Gifted Children that had scouted Junior earlier this year. Most of them barely gave him the time of day, but this guy, Oliver Dakota, was insistent on staying the entire time his kid was hung out with Junior. After multiple false starts, Tucker shamefully ducked away for a second to look up ‘HOW TO TALK TO OTHER DADS REDDIT’ and found, “I meant, what do you do with your free time?”

“Oh,” North smiled warmly at the other man, then looked back to the door to Junior’s room. Left open a crack— he would have preferred it to be open all the way, but Lavernius had insisted the kids be given privacy. He seemed like a genuine and nice man, if a little awkward. North appreciated him and Theta being allowed into his home. Still, he wasn’t that interested in talking; compromising on the door meant he needed to keep a closer ear out for if Theta needed him. “I don’t really have much free time. With a kid and work, it’s like two full time jobs. But it’s all worth it for Theta.”

“Right.” God, this guy was giving Tucker nothing. Every single topic went back to Theta. And Tucker loved his kid, but being a single dad meant so much of his life was already dedicated to him. If he was talking to another adult he at least wanted to talk about something adult for once. “You gotta do something with your time, though. You into sports?”

“Haven’t really kept up with any lately. Theta was on the soccer team when they were younger, but we’ve decided to focus on academics in middle school.”

“Okay… Watched any good TV lately?”

“I mostly just catch snippets of whatever cartoon Theta has on.”

“……..Do you play games?”

“Oh, Theta had me join them in playing a little farm game— what’s it called, star, starting… ‘Starting Farming?’ No, no, it’s definitely ‘star’… ‘Starry Farmy?’”

“Stardew Valley?”

“That’s it! Do you play it? It’s very cute.”

“Yeah, uh, not, really my type of game. What about stuff you do without your kid?”

“Ah,” That was kind of a strange question. Most conversations North had with other parents were all about their kids— mostly trying to constantly one up the other’s accomplishments. To ask about things that he did without Theta? Why did he even care about that? “Well, I read alone?"

“Awesome! What are you reading?” Tucker didn’t give a shit about books, but he would grasp onto literally anything this dude was offering.

“Mostly child psychology books. Though lately it’s been a lot YA novels. I try to read things Theta is interested before they do so we can have discussions about them. And to make sure there’s nothing too inappropriate for their age.”

Tucker was stunned. This guy could not be serious. Was everything about his kid? “Don’t you do things with your friends?”

“Ahh,” North’s smile got a little tighter. “We had to move away from my hometown a few years ago; the schools there weren’t great for Theta, and then they got accepted here…”

“You haven’t had friends for years?”

“I have friends.” North was taken aback. What kind of person asked something like that so bluntly?

“But you don’t spend time with them.”

“I… see them often enough. When I visit home. For the holidays.” North didn’t know why he felt so defensive over this.

“Do you…” Tucker hesitated, not wanting to overstep with a guy he barely knew but also fucking floored at what this dude’s life seemed to be, “do anything for yourself that isn’t about your kid?”

North balked. “Of course I do! And, the- this question is flawed. Taking care of Theta is something I do for myself.”

“You can’t just only live for your kid, dude. There’s shit you gotta do without them.”

North twitched a little at the swear word. “There’s nothing I want to do that I would need to exclude Theta from.”

“What about sex?”

“SHHHHH!!” North panickedly looked over at the door, “Lower your voice if you’re talking about that!” He half yelled, half whispered.

“Dude. Does your kid not know about sex yet??” Tucker asked, not lowering his voice even slightly.

“Of course Theta knows what sex is!” North said, still whispering. “Teaching age appropriate sex education is incredibly important to a child’s understanding of their own body and safety. Theta knows exactly what leading child psychologists recommended an 11 year old knowing.”

“Okay.” Jesus Christ. This dude needed help bad.

North frowned. He could feel the judgement coming from Lavernius. Other parents always thought they could butt into situations that didn’t concern them. “I do not need your input on how I take care of my child.”

“I don’t care about how you take care of your kid, man, I care about how you take care of your you.”

“What?” North had no idea what he meant by that.

“Have you had sex a single time since Theta was born?”

“What?!” Seriously, how could he just ask something like that?

“You know what, not even sex. When was the last time you jerked off? Please tell me you’ve had an orgasm in the past decade.”

“This- this is a highly inappropriate conversation to be having with our kids in the other room” North had no idea how they ended up here, but he desperately wanted to move on.

“Not even once?”

“I don’t want Theta to overhear this conversation.”

“They’re playing a game, they’re not gonna hear, trust me. Kids don’t listen to their parents talking even when you want them to, they don’t give a shit what adults say to each other.”

“Theta listens to me.”

“Uh huh.” They needed to move away from the topic of their kids. Tucker needed to help this man. “Listen to me, man. I need you to do something for me.”

“What?”

Tucker grabbed him by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Or at least, he tried to. God, this man was way too fucking tall. And actually looking into his eyes— Jesus, they were piercing. Tucker didn’t think this kind of blond hair blue-eyed motherfucker actually existed. Terrifying.

“Tonight, when you go home, once you do whatever weird nighttime ritual you do to put Theta to bed,” Oliver started to make a noise in disagreement but Tucker pushed past it, “I need you to go to your room. I need you to be alone. I need you to get comfortable. And I need you to jack off.”

North had no fucking idea how to respond to that.

“Trust me. I have a friend, his girlfriend died, right? And for like a year afterwards he was so fucking miserable. Until one day I was like, ‘You NEED to blow off some steam, if you know what I mean. Bow chicka bow wow.’ Next day he was like a new man.”

“I don’t. know.“ North thought there were probably some other reasons his friend may have been miserable, there.

“I know, you’ve been out of the game, you don’t know how to find good porn. I got you, I’ll send you some.”

“I wasn’t—“

“I got you.” Tucker was already pulling out his phone, thinking of some good beginner porn he could send Oli’s way. “What are you into? You seem kinda vanilla but sometimes vanilla looking chicks are into the weirdest shit, y’know?”

“That’s— I don’t— this isn’t— I’m. Gay.” That wasn’t really something North tended to share with other parents, but they were so far outside of the kinds of conversations he tended to have anyway, any normal ways to respond had completely left his brain.

“You’re—” Tucker looked him up and down. Huh. Maybe he should’ve been able to guess that. “Uh. That’s fine. I have gay shit I can send you.”

“You have gay shit.” Right. Okay. North was pretty sure he just swore for the first time in years. What the fuck was happening?

“Yeah, y’know, I’m… uh, it doesn’t matter what I am. But I can get whatever you want.”

“Okay.” Okay. North’s brain was starting to catch up to where they were. Was Lavernius… flirting with him? Was this what flirting was now? He was so lost.

He should probably set a boundary.

“I… do not want you to send me porn.”

“Okay,” Tucker said, putting his phone back in his pocket. “You got it handled yourself?”

“Yes, I,” North let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, “I can handle myself.”

“Good. ‘Cause the shit you were saying before was sad, man. I know we barely know each other but, c’mon, single dads gotta have each others backs, right?”

“Yeah, um. Thanks.”

“No problem.” Tucker smiled at him.

North liked his smile.

(continued in reblogs)

[sieglinde-freud]

problem is that the inigo lover in me wants to wife him up every time i play the game but unfortunately i do not like robin/inigo or corrin/laslow so its just like. man. putting a ring on his finger but shaking my head the whole time so everyone knows im not having fun

[gayhomogayhomogay]

Hey MCSM community :-)

You can blame RTgame for giving me Lukas brain-rot again, and here in the year of our lord 2024 of all places

[godblooded]

you know i gotta be an old bastard about it but i miss the old school rpc.

[plusultraetc]

oh how the poor sleeping habits tables have turned

[rathockey]

WILL BITE T-SHIRTS

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[skywarpie]

Putting him in my pocket for safe keeping

[trying-to-jew]

Not one of my oldest fandom friends reblogging a threat PRAISING MACKLEMORE 💀💀💀

[dustedbooksandreadingnooks]

It was another peaceful day in their little corner of Etheirys- an island in the middle of the Cieldalaes, gifted by the Chief Admiral, that only her and Tataru knew the location of. (Sound familiar?) And while Kizuna was starting to feel truly rested for the first time in ages, he also felt, antsy. Not to do things(He held firm to the belief that if he was needed, his friends would call) but... he had cut all contact, from everyone. He hadn't heard from anyone in moons, nearly a turn, he thinks- time had blurred a little, with how little the weather changed on their island. He didn't know what anyone was doing- the twins were probably still in Garlemald, his da and Y'shtola in Sharlay, he could probably guess who was where, but what were they... doing? Were they well? Are they... upset? At my choice? Because I haven't called? It was just like when he left for Eorzea, all the way back at the start. He didn't have anything to write about at first to his da, to Krile, to Raha, so he just.... didn't. And by the time he did… he couldn't. It took happenchance to see them again, or perhaps the will of the star(He never did get to ask her about that.) Is he doing well? Is he upset, that I didn't let him know where I was going? That I didn't take him with me? That I broke my promise... That I haven't spoken to him once.... Just like before... Not that he could. He gave his linkpearl back to Tataru. He just hadn't been able to bear the thought of being hailed and having to answer. Because, I would've. I would've answered. I would've gone. Would, still go. His thoughts go round in circles, a snake swallowing it's own tail and biting down not knowing the only thing attacking it was itself. This is why he'd needed space, to be alone, to figure it out- or... as alone as he could bear, with the person he trusted the most to take care of... all of him. The one who'd told him it wasn't selfish to make this choice in the first place-

"-una! Kizuna! Ki-zuuu-naaaaa!" Ishi stands at the base of the tree, hands on her hips as she calls upwards to the thick dark tail she can very much see wrapped around the upper branch. He could be sleeping again, he'd been doing that a lot on their own little slice of serenity(A concerning amount, in the beginning, to the point of worry for her. But less now, these days.) But there's been something on his mind, she could tell. Something he was stressing about. Unacceptable! She even had an idea of what it was. She'd traveled with him long enough- watched him long enough- to be able to see how Kizuna wore his thoughts around the span of his shoulders, how his feelings stuck in the way he held his hands. The way the most bestial parts of him were the most true when he wasn't paying attention to them. She'd watched how the tension of it all had ever slowly unwound the longer they'd stayed here, watched him truly start healing. Well enough to be able to start worrying about others again, anyways. When Kizuna slept- truly slept, deeply- he mumbled in his sleep. Most of the time it was too low or mumbled to make out much, but she'd been able to pick out the shape of one particular name several times over the past couple nights. Ishi scaled the tree, hopping from branch to branch until she was straddling two of them face to face with a startled Kizuna.

"So this is where you were thinking," Ishi huffs, freckled face flushed from the sun and legs dusty from traipsing all over the island to look for him. She had some leaves and a twig or two stuck in her hair- this was definitely not the first tree she'd climbed to look for him, knowing what types of places he preferred to go. "Here.” She thrusts her hand out to Kizuna, an offered closed fist. "....You didn't keep your pearl, but I did. You should call G'raha."

Kizuna starts at Ishi's sudden appearance, and Raha's name- Was it really that obvious? He looks at her hand and then away, guilt weighing heavy in his stomach and drawing his shoulders forward as he curls in on himself. His hands move, a half-formed question. [What if....] What if he doesn't want to hear from me? What if he was upset, or worse, what if he didn't care?

Ishi huffs again, a little overtired from the sunburn she could feel and the tiredness of her feet(These sandals hadn't been the best choice for searching the length of the island over for him.) "I know he'd be happy to hear from you, so Call. Him. You won't believe it until you hear it from him." Or he better be. He's really important to Kizuna. She'd drag him out here herself if it came to it, to have them talk. She wouldn't even need to translate for Kizuna if spoken words failed him as they often did.

Kizuna flinches, ears pinning back at Ishi's bluntness- she was, right, that calling him would be the fastest way to settle himself, but that heavy feeling in his stomach was quickly gnawing it's way through to swallow the rest of him. He wrings a hand around the other wrist- hard enough scales audibly creak and bones pop.

He takes a shaky breath, throat closing up all too easily so whatever he was going to try to say only comes out as a smoky hiss. Frustrated. He was doing it again, the same thing over again, because he was so selfish-

Weight, as Ishi climbs over him to touch his face, pearl still clutched in her hand. "Hey," she says softly, after seeing how much this was clearly hurting him. Much more than I thought- She shouldn't have been so forward just because she was tired and worried about him. "....What's got you so worried?" Ishi waits for the answer. It takes Kizuna a few minutes, hands flexing as he chews on his lip and works through his thoughts. To pin them down in a straight line, into words- what was he actually worried about? "What if... he doesn't answer me," is what he ends up mumbling, shoulders sagging as the weight of the words leave his mouth with a harsh sigh. His fingers grip so hard his hands shake. It hurts- it grounds him. "What if he doesn't want to hear from me. What if I.... hurt him. By breaking my promise." What if I took too long- what if I'm too late-

Ishi's ears perk forwards to hear Kizuna better. Her face scrunches up in thought, cradling his face better in her hand. "...I think he'll understand, that you needed time," is what she decides on saying, gently petting through his hair(And it's gotten rather long, hasn't it?) "He still cares. I meant it- I think he'll be happy to hear from you, no matter how long it's been."

She climbs into his lap better, detangling Kizuna's hands from each other and pulling them to wrap around her. It's ok to touch me. "And if he doesn't, I'll have words with him." She huffs dramatically, tail and ears flicking up in an exaggerated way to show she was playing it up. Kizuna curls around her, cradling in that gentle way he holds her when he feels extra bad about himself. "But... only when you're ready, honey. He's waited for longer." For You, actually.

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Feat. Ishi of @candycryptids.

[fantasticalleigh]

we talk a fair game about hating AI on here but there's that one extremely obvious AI made reylo fanart that keeps floating around from time to time and a lot of people have fallen for it and reblogged it and the person behind the account makes a ton of other AI art using disney characters and i try not to get annoyed about it because at first glance it's kind of convincing if you don't know what to look for but i think as a whole we need to get better about recognizing AI art if we're saying we're not going to support it. idk. t