#also lots of swear words

[lunalivvy]

miles saying ass, gwen saying hell, miguel saying fuck in spanish… LET THEM SWEAR

LET MILES MORALES SAY FUCK

[dundykelevesconte]

“[the vote] was not to oppose your command of this camp. that is without question.” ohhh my god here we have ned at his wit’s end very suddenly leading a camp of restless, ill men who are telling him they prefer crozier’s plan to his own and dundy makes it a point to clarify that he does still respect his authority. they’re lead brained and tired and sick and starving and dying and still ned’s command is without question. he could have defended the choice any other way but he’s sure first and foremost to let ned know the decision they made wasn’t because nobody took him seriously. which is probably one of ned’s biggest insecurities especially at this point. but whatever its not like i care or anything

[kacievvbbbb]

I need Mihawk to go on a true odyssey (you know like the Greek sense of the word)

Just the universe, truly atrocious luck, psychological and very physical violence all conspiring with the ocean to ensure this dude does not get where he is trynna go.

Mihawk vs heaven hell and everything in between trying to make it to his next duel with Shanks.

Of course he wins and of course he learns nothing. (​the ocean screaming shanking banging its head because it’s tried its best but these stupid as fuck swordsmen)

[ladyloveandjustice]

There are so many moments in Dead Dead Demon's Destruction that are just so pointed and devastating but this one really hits man. I'm kind of wondering if it was written after the Logan Paul thing happened, though of course it's probably referencing a lot of things related to a general American attitude that is, uh, timeless.

[rooksunday]

fluffcember day sixteen: chocolate

"Go on, sweetheart, try this one next."

Breha nudged one of the truffles closer. The white chocolate truffle had a dusting of pink sugar crystals and gave off a rich, sweet aroma, even across the distance from the coffee table to where Fox sat on the low-slung couch. The truffle was maybe the size of Fox's thumb knuckle and sat in a copper-coloured foil casing delicately shaped to resemble the opening bud of a flower.

Fox eyed it like a primed charge.

"I'm not sure. Why don't you have it?" he asked.

"You know I can't have too many sweet things with my medication. Go on," Breha coaxed, scooching closer to him on the couch. "I want you to try it."

Fox rubbed at his lips with his fingers, eyeing the threat. He'd just gathered courage to try another polite rebuff—he should've paid more attention when he still worked at the Senate—when another truffle, this one dark chocolate with the rising scent of something earthy and inviting, presented on deep green foil, was gently nudged into his eyeline.

"Perhaps this one instead? It was made with a spiced liqueur I think you'll enjoy," Bail said, smiling the say-nothing smile he kept for the media, even as he pressed into Fox from the other side of the couch.

"Oh, darling, I think you're right. Yes, Fox, do try that one next. Then you can cleanse your palate with the champagne truffle," Breha said, with a decisive nod and a firm pat to Fox's knee. Her hand lingered on Fox's leg, her fingers curled toward his inner thigh, not quite low enough to be unintentional.

"You're determined," Fox said, not displeased.

"We just want you to have the best," Bail said, almost blandly.

Breha nodded. "We do enjoy the finest things. After all, that's why we chose you, isn't it?"

Fox made an embarrassed, boiling-kettle kind of noise, of the type he'd never made before meeting Bail and Breha. He never knew what to say to that sort of thing, only that please stop would have been comically far from the truth, and all three of them knew it. Someday, he hoped to respond to their affection with the same casual honesty. For now, he pressed first Breha, and then Bail, lightly with his shoulders; a gentle version of the way clones clattered each other's pauldrons. They both pressed back. They knew his language.

"Then that's settled," Bail said, and plucked up the chosen chocolate with his long, clever fingers.

He held the truffle toward Fox's lips, one hand cupped beneath the treat to catch any falling powdered sugar. The carelessly graceful motion nearly made Fox's breath catch. Heat touched his cheeks. Breha's hand slid further toward Fox's groin as she leaned in closer, her subtle perfume claiming further ground over Fox's decaying composure.

"Open up," Bail murmured, completely unnecessarily.

Fox licked his lips. Falling back on his training and experience, he quickly assessed the situation: he sat bracketed by two attractive, confident, wealthy beings, on their plush couch, in their warm and comfortable house, being insistently fed sumptuous, expensive chocolates. By hand. Again. Then, when the chocolates were gone, he would be invited to an equally warm, comfortable, and expensive bed, and lovingly fucked within an inch of his life.

Fox closed his eyes, and opened up.

[fisheito]

i told myself that yakuei only had one position then i proved myself (sorta) wrong

my fave face here:

[welcometoteyvat]

heyoo idk if youve seen this but just wanted to share this fanart of ga-ming cursing😂 https://x.com/juliettewjh/status/1736984977651470695

yes i have! although i forgot about it so thank you for sending it LMAO

i can't understand a word but the replies say the text is “Have you gone fucking crazy? I’ll fuck your mum’s stinky vagina eat shit and trip on the street”. which honestly iconic! he gives no fucks! what a guy

[moeblob]

Right and his work menaces (Brent and Karen).

I don't remember last I mentioned it but apart from crude nicknames to people (except Chris), he also just puts them in his phone really weird (except Chris, who is literally in his phone as Chris). And I bring this up because in Right's phone, Karen is saved as "Lawful Obligation".

[bitedownme]

Scarlett King what do you think about the hanged king ?

: Doesn't seem interested in answering this in more detail either. :

[fly-sky-high-arts]

I do want to talk about sharing art online from the perspective of a hobby freelancer but before that I'll just toss this tidbit I mentioned on my main

Reblogs are not numbers. Reblogs are meant to share and pass on artwork that someone may like. NO ONE is forced to reblog anything BUT it is a core of engagement in a space like tumblr. Engagement is what brings in interest after all and it's one piece of what makes it important for freelance artists here.

When you look at the numbers and the notes, we need to stop viewing them and comparing them with likes (me included) or total in general. It doesn't help.

Artists do self rebloging to both show or remind folks they've done some work as well as to nudge people to reblog their stuff. Tags are nice and comments in them are a nice way to engage too but passing on the work, especially to help someone to get noticed, is a good way to just work the site as intended.

It will always be about luck because we can't guess who wants to engage with what online. You also can't blame yourselves for this. Don't use the internet mentality of "content" (eugh!) and "flopping" and go about it that way. People find stuff I drew years back and find ways to engage with it now. It's really about luck.

There are things that can help but I'll go about it in another post.

One more thing. Don't be shy about "shilling". Advertise your open commissions, your patreons or ko-fis. I promise it has nothing to do with how big of an artist you are. Remember that you're doing that within your own zone so "bothering" followers is hardly the case, it's your house. Make a tag for it if it helps your mind. I say as someone with social anxiety.

[littleyellowtangerine]

I know a lot of ppl are hating Eloise´s character right now but I think she is in the middle of her self discovery (also why I think Benedict's season will come before hers), as life is turning all she has known as she has become part of society, along with her siblings. She was free in Daphne's season because she still wasn't in the mart and was considered more of a child, as well as everyone putting attention on her sister rather than her. Then she entered society and she felt like all the freedom she had as a child was gone because suddenly she was a "woman" and they set standars to her, that´s why she felt like reveling. But with whistledown she gets reminded that her freedom was an illusion as she can now taint her family with her actions. She is sort of humbled, as she realises what her part in her family and society really is. And she gets maaaad.

That's why I think she is trying to integrate herself in society in this season. Trying to keep up but she is failing, because she just can't understand and leave her ideals behind, but she knows she has to, so she is in the middle of coming into terms with what she wants and what she has to do.

Yes, she is very privileged but that doesn't belittle her search of herself. And Yes, that also doesn´t mean she is free of guilt for threating Penelope badly or every other bad thing she has done. If anything, I think her season will be the most divergent from the book. At least I wish. So that we get to see Eloise finding that balance (in terms of what she wants vs what society expects of her) and maybe Phillip giving her the space or attention she needs to sort it out and be herself.

Anyway, whenever I try to understand Eloise, I think a lot of this analysis of Jo March and find it really relatable to her.

[disappointed-time-traveller]

Even if their relationship was entirely platonic there is still no heterosexual explanation for Pallas and Athena imo. What I mean by that is their whole friendship started because of their defiance of gender rolls through mutual love of battles and sports, and i know it's a stretch but... that is definitely a friendship built on a shared experience of queerness and you can pry that headcanon out of my cold dead hands!

[top-secret-twins]

what has been the funniest thing you've heard your moms say recently?

Inkling isn’t Mama’s first language, so sometimes she prefers speaking Octarian but she’ll still speak Inkling for me and Marley (we’re still learning). Last week I went in her office to hang out and watch her make a game and when I asked how it was going she just sighed and told me “I hate composters”. I think she meant computers.

Mom also says some really out of pocket things sometimes but I’m not sure I’m allowed to repeat it here yet. Yesterday she was cleaning and she accidentally knocked a glass off the counter and without a second thought she called it a “stupid (beep)ing rock” when it broke. Apparently that glass has survived many more falls, but I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t there.

She also insults her drums a lot. -haruko

[enderham]

I might have... Gotten a bit overambitious with my Cheng Xiaoshi Finds Out™ fic because damn is this shit complicated to write...

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF MASS EFFECT: VIRMIRE

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard and Cmdr. Dominik Shepard With: Lt. Kaidan Alenko, Gun. Chief Ashley Williams, Urdnot Wrex, and Tali'Zorah nar Rayya Ft. Special Guest Appearances by: Spec. Saren Arterius and Sovereign There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own, you cannot even imagine it... Mass Effect: Legendary Edition (2021)

[walrus150915]

Made this image a few months ago and I feel like this is still very accurate to how I feel about "Beta Ambrosius was so much better!! We were robbed" take😬

(I'm speaking about the design/LOOKS specifically, not the character - campy Ambrosius from the novel is one of my favorite things abt the novel itself)