#also like having his makeup put on

[charlie-rulerofhell]

Pick up the pace, pack up the gear Gimme some face, a souvenir Here come the gays, here comes the fear Now we're having fun

[callsthefaithful]

b4 death B) - angel w a little hat below cut <3

tried to stick to their death dates a bit but. idk i only googled for like 5 mins. also i wanted those old news print colours 😌

[itsbrucey]

Has anybody done a DnDads actor au bc I mean ...it's not only a fandom staple. But you literally have A CAST MADE!!! OF FILM PEOPLE!! GUUUUUUYYSSSSSSS LIIIISSSTEEENNNNN

[ancenth]

Mirror BPR Style Swap ⭐🌸🥀🔥🌼🐍

100% inspired by @lazarish's Laby style swap, I saw it and needed to do it too

[bhaalsdeepbat]

I think Lae'zel would really enjoy having her nails painted. she wears warrior makeup all over her face and neck, she has those lovely little braids, she took the time to bead her hair. i think she likes having a little bit of polish to her look

[good-beanswrites]

An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)

“Stop moving around so much.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”

Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.

He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.

Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming. 

“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”

Eh, maybe he had gone mad. 

He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him. 

Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge. 

“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”

Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch. 

He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”

“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”

“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him. 

Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”

There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”

Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”

He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently

As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.

Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”

Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change. 

“It looks like it hurts.”

“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”

“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”

His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”

“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”

Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.

“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.

Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”

Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.

He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.

“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.

“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”

Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”

“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”

“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.”

Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”

[puppyeared]

Atla live action 😐

[yourlocalguardian]

What is a ren faire if not an excuse to dress as creaturely as possible <3

[fragglerockopinions]

white man experiences racism for the first time. sad!

[autumnfangirler]

Becker family shenanigans >:) (ft. @villainsidestep's fawn becker and @idlenight's river becker! this was also inspired by their posts)

text is in the alt text, and click for better quality because tumblr is apparently determined to kill the quality of everything i post

[swordmaid]

hehehheheheheheheh 🤭

[mummer]

halfway through madame web i started planning out a sprawling existentialist fanfic about madame web and andrew garfield spiderman being brunch hags

[way-too-obsessed-gamer]

I work at a haunted house and there was a group of gen alpha/young gen z kids who walked through and one of them was like, "oh wow girl you are looking very slayful today. Very cool" to me and I really didn't know what to do about that so I was just like 👁👁👍

[get-more-bald]

I want him so badly I'm gonna kms

[astarlightmonbebe]

now that i'm halfway into part one of my dearest (i.e. have watched five episodes), here's a list of thoughts and observations that didn't all deserve their own post:

janghyun and gilchae really grow on my every episode...i was honestly not super bought in ep one, but since then each episode has made me enjoy them more and more. not a major otp that makes me lose it just yet, but one whose story i'm still interested in watching unfold

i think eunae nailed it when she said that gilchae cherishes yeonjun, but he's not the one she loves. gilchae 'loves' yeonjun for what he represents: stability, loyalty, steadfastness. janghyun is the antithesis of that - he seems to always be leaving, and can't commit (at least to her) - but he also matches her on her level, something she desperately needs. no wonder their interactions always leave her flustered and upset!

for main characters, yeonjun and eunae don't actually get as much screentime as i expected, but i like the insights we started getting in eps 4 and 5. i'm surprised (shocked?) that eunae, who passed out twice at the sight of blood, grew a strong enough stomach to nurse soldiers back to life.

i wonder what happened to their other friends from the village...and their families...it's the wild west out there in joseon

the costuming is epic! i was watching the bts with the costume designer saying she created period-specific fabrics and made so many, and it was all mind blowing

the little banter dynamic ryangeum and gujam have going on is so funny to me. gujam is always annoyed by ryangeum lolll

for a 'singer,' ryangeum is an extremely skilled fighter (he demonstrated exceptional aim with the bow and gun, which makes me think his main skill is archery, but there was a few seconds clip of him using a sword in ep 4 which was cool)

as the eunuch said at the end of ep 5, janghyun doesn't care for the king, but he clearly cares for the people of the nation. i don't think he really cares for joseon honestly, not as a nation, but he cares for the common people (that the govt doesn't)

janghyun did seem to focus on the crown prince upon first seeing him in ep 5 and i'm wondering if there's something there...

the LOOKS! gilchae and janghyun both look at each other when the other has just turned their head. ryangeum is always giving janghyun longing looks when his head is turned (he's very conscious of janghyun's every move and minute emotions/expressions, re: the ribbon, gilchae, etc)

that being said, namgoong min has that look he wears when he gets angry/worried/driven where he widens his eyes and his face gets serious and downcast, and it blows me away every time. he's done it in every single drama i've seen him in, and it's always a bit different on the context, but it always fits his characters perfectly...he conveys so much with so little.

i feel like this could be a much more sultry drama (if that's the right word), it has the potential for a more steamy, risque element, but i think it is very constrained by the time period and their respective characters. i think that was a deliberate choice on the writer's part, and i respect it. janghyun says a lot of lines that would have other women hook line and sinker, but has gilchae bristling instead, puffing up against him. his talk about 'mulling' is romantic, sure, seductive, even, but gilchae doesn't respond to that in kind; she puts her walls up, because she doesn't want to be trapped by him. she feels out the waters, doesn't quite dip her toes in. perhaps in another drama they would be lovers, with more longing, but here it is more reserved, which makes the moments they share all the more potent.

wish i could get the janghyun backstory already! and his story with ryangeum, because 'i just need ryangeum' is a common theme; although gujam is the one that travels with him, it seems ryangeum is the one he relies on in his time of need, to always be at his side (see ryangeum killing the generals/leaders of the manchus/jurchens both times, their upcoming infiltration, 'you're a lark that only comes once every 10k years'). sadly, i think that has a different meaning for ryangeum.