#and OH

[demapatto-art]

All | 3 | hrmf hff hrmf (I know it's too condensed but I also didn't want to adjust anything)

[maomango-doodle]

(13 pages) Forlorn

[a-fuked-up-mess]

nobara has a personality! i was kind of worried when she was introduced that either she might be girlyfied or just introduced as a potential love interest but man, she's fun. gojo: good, alright, she's crazy. absolutely crazy and so bloody dramatic. yuji: a roller coaster of emotions. reminds me kind of of misty from pokemon. other than that, her backstory... i feel it when you have to leave or people leave you, out of circumstances.

oh and how well those three got along together.

plus, i wanna know about the blindfold, nobara questioned it immediately, too.

some scenes i feel like i should mention... nobara about the modeling gig and yuji wearing those glasses and calling her embarrassing. kugisaki's pov. yuji and nobara's reaction to the tokyo outing and the next after finding it's work. yuji's spin in the air by nobara's kick. the straw doll.

p.s. the tokyo skyline at sunset scene. abso-fucking-lutely amazing.

also, i kind of figured out this much: megumi is the quiet kid in last who always gets top marks. nobara is the girl who does sports but is also up for doing other things if she feels like it. yuji is the guy who's friends with everyone but not really and only has one or two friends as it was evident in the first episode. meaning, their personality matches their story. and gojo is the teacher who's worse than the class clown sometimes and thrives in drama.

[onejellyfishplease]

after careful consideration of all the options represented to me, i have come to a conclusion on which minecraft mobs the turtles would be

Donnie: Enderman

Raph: Warden

Leo: Charged Creeper

Mikey: Blaze

[poisoned-pearls]

HEY SO

Idk if you guys remember the brainrot SZA post I made awhile back but.

I finished it-

So here are the girlies!! The girls!! being fun!! I’m really proud of the doodle style!!

[eclairfair98]

“Oh, but you see, Kazansky,” the boy looks down at him and smiles. Engulfed by the honey-gold haze of a sharp summer sun, the sweetest, most reckless thing he’s ever seen. “I am dangerous!”

And there’s something about that smile, guilelessly fluttering across his flushed face like a hummingbird taking flight, that digs into Tom’s chest like the gentlest of knives. Cleaves its way between his ribs.

Fills his heart with light.

It’s strange, how quickly it all happens. How startlingly unremarkable it really is. How Tom takes a deep breath, lets the faint wisps of warm vanilla sugar trickle down his too-dry throat, closes his eyes, and just knows: he might’ve entered this quaint house in the middle of nowhere with a firm plan in mind to destroy any chances his father had of securing a betrothal (even if that meant stooping low-enough to make a thirteen-year-old cry) but hurting Pete Mitchell in any shape or form, wouldn’t sit right with his conscience.

Knows that there’s no reason why Mrs Mitchell should be so intent on finding her son a match at such short notice, especially when he’s so young. (Especially when she doesn’t seem like one of those parents that unfortunately, aren’t all that uncommon in the Navy: who think their omega children have little value beyond the connections they can help forge via bonding and marriage.)

Recognizes dire straits when they’re staring him in the face: the thinly-veiled distress in Mrs Mitchell’s dull green eyes; the worn dress shirt that’s almost two sizes too big for Pete — that he was probably supposed to grow into several months ago, but never did; the stale scent of grief and pain that clings to even the most carefully-polished surface of their home.

Finds himself thinking that maybe, it isn’t all that strange. Maybe, he could spend the rest of his life with this boy. Finding out what makes him smile. What makes him laugh. What is his favorite dream to dream.

In the end, it all comes down to this: Sometimes, you meet a person and it feels like you’ve known them your entire life. A quiet sense of belonging settles in your bones, and you realize you’d do anything to keep them happy and secure.

[msue0027]

hey, do you want to cry? go watch that one scene in x-men:apocalypse. do it. but if you can, change the language to polish. trust me. i don't care you don't understand. the voice actor did a crazy good job.

that shit wrecked me. i was so... so. i couldn't look at the screen. twisted insides and pain.

dunno, maybe it hit me harder as a pole but. i was thinking. it could've been my dad. he would've used those words. "moje dziewczynki", he haven't called us (my sister and i) that in years, not that i want him to, we're not small children anymore (and both have weird relation with gender), but i think i remember him saying that or something similar. so. forgive me, i'm crying.

[centellazul]

Deena:HOLLY MOLLY! YOU'RE LIKE A ANCIENT WARRIOR OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT?? PLEASE TELL ME SOME OF YOUR ADVENTURES!! *She says that while having bright eyes and a small notebook along with having a pen in her other hand, with the intention of writing down everything Galaxia says to her*

"OH!!"

"uhh well EJEmp-"

"Yes, I am an ancient warrior who in some past time protected the universe. One of the heroes of Yore. you can call me Galaxia"

"and what is your name dear?"

--

"so… to tell you about some adventures… how about we start with something you might know? Have you ever heard of "Star roads?""

"Well, for a long time, it has been known about structures called "Fountain of Dreams" if I'm honest, I really don't know much about origin however… there are beings that seek to take advantage of this structure, there was a being that had rebelled against The Ancients, wanted power and consumed a planet in nightmares (I can't remember the name of the planet) but we were given the mission to put an end to this threat. We had to pass several tests and enemis, but we made it, we were in front of the enemy."

"To be honest, we had the strength to stop them, but we were aware that if there are dreams, there will always be nightmares. So we had to find a way to stop this menace for a considerable amount of time. so beforehand we looked for ideas or some artifact that will help us in this case and in that way it came up… The first Star Road"

"An artifact created with the intention of guarding dreams, containing delicate and pure power, an artifact that could help in future battles...."

"It was a group effort to make it, but it was made… I hope that the wisdom has been used for good"

...

--

(and some stories later…)

"I hope I didn't take up too much of your time jeje. Anyway, thanks for listening"

[In general, she is a very good storyteller, however, I am not and I am very sorry for any mistakes in the text, I am a bit tired jeje]

[An extra ofc !!]

[she is very cute <3!!! her design !!!]

[hannigramislife]

I had literally never given much thought to Jin Guangyao before, except for the fact that the man has had all the audacity and more–

But as I am mostly done with the second book, I feel a burning hatred towards him.

How fucking dare he? Who the fuck does he think he is?

His heart is a nasty, shriveled, and blackened piece of useless coal because how does he bite the hand that reached out to him and held him up when he was nothing?

He truly had no shame, absolutely none, and neither did he have a human soul because what he did to Nie Mingjue was sickening. I can't stand him. I would personally like nothing more than to run a sword through him, then rip him apart.

[miyamiwu]

We're dying from heat coz we can't afford an air conditioner, and we're all busy defending against China encroaching on our territories

[calamitoustide]

oh.

[talxns]

brudick + ilya repin’s painting ivan the terrible and his son ivan on 16 november 1581

[childoftheriver]

He’s a work of art.

[maintitle]

I definitely don't have an opinion on The Veilguard yet, but one thing I can say with certainty is you're likely not gonna find a good opinion of it on youtube right now, or on fan review websites. It's being bombed by weirdos and racists pretty bad.

Wait a week or two before getting other folks opinions.

[slavicafire]

absolutely lost and enamoured: algorithm recommended a couple of facebook groups for me, this time about old houses and restoration and returning historical homes to their former glory from underneath years of paint and lacquer and wallpaper and carpet.

good gods imagine living in a house built in 1800s. what a wonderful ghost must it be, sated and satisfied, and murmuring with past and curiosity.