#and both insufferable too

[aston14s]

mark webber? oh you mean the lost puppy that follows fernando alonso around?

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, who always gives the coffee shop he goes to a fake name for no reason other than to lie, hits it off with the cute barista behind the counter.

The highlight of every Monday-Friday for the past year has been making this barista blush. It finally pays off being he gets asked out on a date by this very cute barista…’s best friend because, “He wants to go out with you but he won’t ask. So take him out. On Saturday. And your coffee is free today.”

So, a win is a win.

Only problem? Barista Steve thinks they have the same name.

[tonbane]

I am uncontrollably rewriting OOT in my mind and having a lot of fun with politics. Do NOT let me rant. in fact: reblog to keep me quiet (false, it'll motivate me to draw more)

[cosmic-espero]

Not to be Like That but I seriously don't like how P5 vanilla will try and tell me that Ryuji is bad and annoying for being a traumatized teenager wanting positive attention from the people around him and reacting negatively to bullying and then turn around and act like Akechi gets a pass for all the people he murdered because uhhh... reasons

[haleigh-sloth]

This is literally the France vs. Germany match:

Rin: I'm going to kill Isagi

Kaiser: I'm going to fuck Isagi's world up

Isagi: *scores a badass goal despite Rin and Kaiser's (Kaiser is Isagi's fucking teammate btw) attempts at stopping him*

Kaiser & Rin:

Kaiser: *PTSD flashbacks to his physically/emotionally abusive father* ah, I need to go back to feeling like I was a piece of shit getting beat by my father if I'm going to be a better soccer player and beat Isagi

Kaiser: *shoots an awesome goal*

Isagi: whoa that's so cool he's a super star

Kaiser: *dumps his very loving and devoted boyfriend in front of everyone on live stream mid-soccer match*

Rin: I'm going to kill Isagi

Isagi: *exists*

Rin: I hope all of you are ready to die btw

Isagi: *exists*

Rin: *reliving the moment his life lost meaning by manifesting an image of his brother's phantom abandoning him and exiling Rin from his life seemingly for good*

Rin: Uh someone pls make me think of something else literally anything else give me a reason to live so I don't have a nervous breakdown on this field please

*A wild Isagi appears!*

Rin: O.O

Rin: *literally full-body crashes into Isagi while scoring a goal* Holy shit that was awesome

Isagi: fuck he's having an awakening, if I don't change my tactics I'm gonna lose

Isagi: fuck it idc who scores the winning goal I just want to win this fucking match and refuse to validate Rin viewing me as a stepping stool idc if I become an emotionless robot I'm just ready to win this fucking match god fucking dammit

Isagi: Kaiser team up with me

Kaiser: ok

Isagi & Kaiser: *playing soccer normally for once, so notably normal that people on their in-universe twitter are pointing it out*

Isagi: whoa Kaiser that's awesome, whoa Yukimiya that's awesome, whoa Kaiser that's--; *otherwise being normally competitive and trying to figure out how to win*

Rin: fuck they're friends now, I have to ruin their connection I have to absolutely ruin Isagi's life and destroy everything he cares about my greatest pleasure in life is ruining Isagi in every fucking way imaginable (Isagi and Kaiser literally hated each other up until like 2 minutes ago btw lmao)

Hey quick question does anybody else notice how one of these is not like the others

[lineffability]

actually it's a good thing that Crowley did miss in 1941 not for the obvious reasons but bc Aziraphale would never have let him live it down ever again ("oh is that so? hey honey remember that time when you discor-" "okay okay shut up I'll get the takeout")

actually let me put the tags into the main post to prematurely deflect any bad faith misunderstandings: they would both do this and it would be lighthearted

[morningdraws]

Some first sketches of Whis and Wood at an older age (like, early senior warrior somewhere).

Whis is like 100% into those scars of Woodsong's but worries every time faer beloved girlfriend comes back from a fight with a new wound to treat (oh well, fun excuse to spend more time together <3)

[offorestsongs]

template by @oakwolves

not joke when i saw this i dropped EVERYTHING to fill it out because it's just so cute?? so enjoy another ship meme for my boys and also ignore the fact that apparently some of the text got missaligned and i didn't notice it until now but i didnt save the file with layers so there's nothing i can do

taglist (ask to be added <3): @thehollowwriter @tixdixl @scint1llat3

[torchickentacos]

The pokemon anime subreddit fascinates and frustrates me on equally deep levels

[bernardellinewsagency]

back with even more trigun x honkai star rail crossover thoughts, this time inspired by @jiinglespurs's veritas the punisher fanart :D though i'm not sure if i can call this just "thoughts" when it's turned into uh... several paragraphs of rambling and then a 2k word ratiorine fanfic about it. it's mostly unedited because i think i wrote most of it in some sort of possessed/fugue state where i was solely consumed by the need to have aventurine as vash, veritas as wolfwood, and for them to hurt my own feelings, but yeah in total this is around three thousand words in one post. i'm gonna hide it under a cut for everyone's sake :)

to start, no man's land is now penacony, of course. instead of seven cities, it's twelve, based on the twelve dreamscapes. now, most of these cities are just there to exist in the background and/or be destroyed. the lore important ones are midnight, sol, and morning dew (idk if the names should be changed to sound more like locations but trigun has cities named after months, names like morning dew aren't entirely out of the question).

midnight is where ships first crashed onto the planet, dooming humanity to a lonesome existence in this new world. however, despite being the vash and nai representative characters, this wasn't because of kakavasha and sunday. no, it was mikhail and gopher wood, the watchmaker and the dreammaster whose actions helped shape the penacony storyline in canon. these days, it's mostly a ghost town, the remnants of the first human civilizations on the planet. and morning dew is the july of this world, the location where shit will be going down, since it's where the dewlight pavilion is in canon so it'd be wherever sunday hosts his currently unnamed religious fanaticism organization.

in canon, sol is the dreamscape known for museums, libraries, and academies. thus, this becomes where veritas is from. to take more from wolfwood's backstory, he would've been an orphan there, brought up in an orphanage and not really able to get a proper education. luckily for him, i feel like he'd be a pretty self sufficient learner- he could've stolen books and snuck into buildings to help teach himself math, science, philosophy, etc. seeing his potential, the orphanage probably would've wanted to help send him to school, but he would insist that if they sent anyone, it would be the other kids who'd need it more than him, or that they save their money for food and supplies. a pity, perhaps if he did go away to school then he wouldn't have been taken and made into a killer rather than a scholar.

remember how i said that things would've been caused by gopher wood and mikhail? well, both of them are dead now. mikhail would've died first, which is rather unfortunate because then gopher wood would've been able to make a power grab and form the currently unnamed organization (though it'll probably be named after smth to do with the harmony or the order) incredibly powerful and influential within penacony. he would've had grand plans, and i think sunday should coup him before he could do much with them. kill his father, take his power, be more ambitious that he ever could.

speaking of this unnamed organization, its members are this au's versions of the gung-ho guns and can really be any character who shows up in the penacony quests. there's veritas the punisher, of course, and it's now led by dominicus, the name sunday goes just like how nai goes by millions knives. very transgender of both of them. then there's gallagher the hound, sparkle the fool, and while i don't have any ideas for robin, those three would be in the upper echelons of this group; both because sunday wants to keep his friends close and his enemies (of which gallagher and sparkle are certainly both possibilities) closer, and because the four remind me of the four harmonic strings, and sunday would definitely love the symbolism of that. i've also got two other ideas for its members: acheron the blade, an accomplished swordswoman known for never unsheathing her sword in a fight, and samuel the cavalry, an unknown young woman cloaked in both brutality and a fearsome armor made from lost tech.

why is kakavasha on the run from sunday and his organization? he's the vash adjacent character in this au, but he's not actually related to sunday, the two don't have any original closeness to utilize. but the glory of an au is that you can put canon into a paper shredder and say things like "maybe the avgins were there before anyone crash landed onto the planet. maybe kakavasha is still the last of his kind. and because i can, maybe he's got some fun powers that i can use to make him get homoerotic with veritas but can also serve as a reason why sunday is hunting him down." really i just need to be able to make him suffer more than jesus for my own entertainment.

and finally, i love the thought of eve being jade's real name, so it's jelena and eve who end up traveling with kakavasha across the world. they're meant to be like the insurance girls, financial sector employees who have ended up sticking with him because of the monetary disasters he keeps causing everywhere he goes.

ONTO THE GOOD STUFF. IT'S FANFIC TIME.

"what the hell were you thinking, blondie?" veritas yells, crouching beneath a half destroyed wall as the top of it gets riddled with bullets, spinning the punisher around and firing backwards without looking. he doesn't have to; they drilled him on trajectories and distances and angles so much he doesn't even need to run the numbers, his hearing helping to pick up on where the bandits are and his hands naturally guiding his aim. it's not a guarantee that he hit where he wanted every time, but he hears the first three bodies drop like apples from a tree, while the fourth cries out in terror and moves in time to flee.

"i had a plan, veritas! no one was going to get hurt!" he's a damn good liar, that kakavasha, because veritas can smell the blood coming from his arm, enhanced senses tuned in to everything around him more than he would ever like to be. now is not the time to be overwhelmed by all that. covering his ears, veritas remains crouched as another explosion sounds off behind the two of them, and then he takes off. keeping the punisher close to his chest, he counts the footsteps he can hear as he runs, the way kakavasha's catch up to him.

he's taller, but kakavasha is faster. veritas has shorter strides despite having longer legs, it's just because of the way he runs while burdened with such a heavy weight. kakavasha barely touches the ground as he sprints though, especially when they aren't yet back to the sand that surrounds the sprawling metropolitan city of blue hour. an ever-growing town situated with a monopoly of the largest body of water in penacony means the people here certainly wouldn't struggle with shitty roads, and it also means it's a shitty place for them to have run into the fool.

ten more steps. five more. two- kakavasha overtakes him, and veritas finishes counting down the beats in his head. keeping perfect time with the fool's rhythm, he spins, firing a single shot at the explosive doll that's launched towards them. it hits perfectly, and even though whatever charge sparkle put in this one is stronger than the rest, it's still within the parameters veritas had set. kakavasha is out of the blast radius, and the punisher absorbs most of the force of the shockwave and the shrapnel from it, leaving veritas to deal with just a piece that nicks his side and the searing heat.

no time to waste after that; he turns right back around and keeps running, easily falling into step with kakavasha as they both time their steps with each others’. "you think you could have a plan to deal with this? you've heard about the fool before, right? you can't predict what's going to happen next, there isn't any game theory about the best course of action you can apply to this!"

"you predicted that bomb!" kakavasha points out, both yelling to be heard.

"yes, as a one time thing, not a broad overview of this entire scenario! there's no strategy to minimize harm!" he tugs kakavasha into a tight left turn, hearing footsteps from the direction they had been headed. "sparkle doesn't play by any games' rules, only her own. the only way we might be able to deal with her is to get rid of her stage and her audience, and that's this whole damn town!"

he'd have to be more of a fool than dominicus' latest assassin to miss the way that kakavasha looks at him, unnatural eyes wide and staring through those obnoxious pink glasses of him. "you sure know a lot about her," he says once they manage to stop for a moment to catch their breath.

veritas very nearly doesn't resist the urge to go and snap those glasses in half. "well, you heard what miss eve has said before. i'm quite well learned, for someone like me. i'm more worried that you don't seem to know anything at all about the people hunting you down!"

laughing nervously, the way kakavasha checks the ammo of his revolver is one of the most obvious tells veritas has ever seen, second only to the way his fist is always held behind his back as he talks monsters out of mayhem to spare others' lives. it's a tell that reminds him entirely too much of this martyr's opposite, and he forces the thought from his mind. "i'd really prefer it if they didn't have to do so, you know, it'd make this whole journey much more pleasant. after all, i've already got you here with me, right? no need for anyone else."

for all that veritas is well versed in practical manners, his body and mind honed to perfection, the heart and feelings continue to elude his grasp. he has no idea what emotion it is that overtakes him- rage? confusion? fear? something else entirely? all he knows is that he looks over at kakavasha, and that idiot is just grinning at him, just smiling as if he isn't hinting at everything that's been threatening to tear down veritas' entire world.

moving without thinking, dust fills the air as he slams kakavasha against the nearest wall, a hand gripped around his neck and not letting go. "what the fuck do you think you know about?" he yells, tightening his hold. "you- you fucking bastard, how long have you known?"

in the split second attack, kakavasha's glasses must have fallen to the ground, because he's met with the full force of that multicolored gaze that always cuts quick to his very core. "since we met," he wheezes, "i've known all along."

veritas drops him, watching kakavasha fall to sit on the ground as something unfamiliar writhes within his gut. "you knew? and you- you didn't do anything about it? how in the world could anyone, even you, make a gamble with such high stakes? just because you think you know me? were you just going to let me get close to you- no, not even you, were you going to play with jelena and eve's lives like that? just bet that i won't kill them, that they won't end up as more innocent casualties because of you, stampede?"

"hear what you're saying?" kakavasha sounds too smug, too fucking sure of himself, like he's already won this argument, and veritas turns around so he won't have to see the same expression on the bastard's face. "you care about them. you wouldn't let them get harmed in a fight, you're not about to go and hurt them yourself. you're a good person, veritas, and i trust you-"

"no," he spits, seething with vitriol bubbling up to the surface. "you're naive, stampede, you're a gambler and a fool-"

"funny," comes another voice, lilting and feminine, "i thought that i was the fool here."

the argument seems to be unanimously paused as both whip their heads around to stare at the newcomer, guns drawn and at the ready. she just laughs at that, raising her hands to show that she's not carrying any of the dolls she's been using to wreak havoc across blue hour. "easy, boys, no need for such hostility!"

veritas makes sure he's aiming right between her eyes. "what the fuck do you want?"

more giggles. "entertainment, of course! and this little lover's spat is more entertaining than what the rest of the town has become. those girls you mentioned spoiled most of the fun for me, taking away my grand audience and actors, so i had to look for something else!"

jelena and eve got the citizens away. veritas sighs with relief at the realization. there will still be piles of bodies and rubble to clean up, but the girls must've come up with some type of evacuation plan after the four got separated. his grip on the punisher loosens slightly, but not enough to not aim to kill. "so, did you get the entertainment you wanted?"

"of course! and even though you're entertaining, i know that you won't kill me, punisher, and your little blond puppy over there definitely won't, no matter how thrilling that would be to see! so, i'll see myself out, as i'm getting rather bored here. toodle-oo!"

even he can't see where she got the last doll from, considering he hadn't seen any with her, but maybe there is something to how lucky kakavasha seems to be when it only explodes into a cloud of colorful dust and bright lights. by the time he turns back, sparkle the fool is long gone. "damn it," he curses, lowering the punisher as reality sinks in. "damn it, damn it!"

kakavasha's touch is what snaps him out of it, a palm placed right over where he got hit earlier. he hisses at the sting, already reaching for one of the vials he keeps within the punisher. no more need to hide it if blondie's known all this time. "wait," he hears, and he pauses despite himself, unable to stop himself from indulging kakavasha's gentle request.

a warm sensation spreads from where kakavasha touches him, soothing his aches as it spreads through his nerves and veins, through to where blood has already started to clot now that he's no longer prolonging the healing by moving around. the pain was already negligible and nothing compared to what he's faced in the past, yet suddenly it's gone entirely. if he were to look, veritas is sure that he would be faced with the familiar sight of his flesh stitching itself back together until there's not even a single hint that he had been injured remaining. he doesn't look though, keeps his eyes trained away from the man next to him. "i- you-"

"we should meet back up with the girls," kakavasha says. he draws back after a few more seconds, his work apparently done. he picks something up from the ground; his sunglasses, veritas realizes, and it's only once he's got those back on that veritas can face him again.

grabbing onto his wrist as soon as he can get an opportunity to, veritas takes a few seconds to wait for words to start working for him again before speaking. "what the fuck did you just do?"

"oh, that? that's nothing! think of it as just a token of my appreciation, mkay?"

however fast kakavasha can run is not going to help him run away from this. "that's- you know that's not what i wanted to hear, blondie. you just healed me with nothing but a single touch. the only thing i know of that can do anything like that is the healing serum that asshole has been able to cook up for people like me. even someone like you could understand how suspicious that is, and i know i've got no leg to stand on for this, but you-"

"veritas." kakavasha doesn't want to leave him any room to disagree with him on this. "i said, we should meet up with the girls."

"they're safe, they can wait- wait." pieces click into place within his thoughts. they're still hasty and disorganized, but they show him the steps to take through the right method. "heal yourself first, you damn gambler."

"who, me? i'm not hurt, veritas!" he snatches his arm away the moment that veritas makes a move to yank his sleeve up, as if the two of them can't see the blood staining the outside of his jacket anyways.

it's a reaction he had been expecting. "you infuriate me, do you know that? i was going to ask you what you are, considering your little special ability, but i already know the most important answer to that. you're a martyr, and you won't heal yourself even though you can."

"it's just not effective on myself?" kakavasha tries to counter.

"you and i both know that isn't true, but if that's the way you want to play this, fine. let's go back to the girls, and i'll make sure that jelena guilts you into letting me bandage you up properly."

a faux gasp. he's brought them back to more familiar territory. playful sounding bickering that still holds its edge, conceding to his wants while using them against him. half casual conversation, half the strategy of a hostage negotiation. "you wouldn't dare!" kakavasha exaggerates. "i'm her favorite, you know."

he grabs ahold of the unsaid conversation. "no, you're eve's favorite. jelena likes me more than you, she says that i'm more reasonable." in bickering about the two of them, it's what goes unsaid that means the most. they can talk like this because nothing is going to change between the four of them. kakavasha isn't going to tell them anything, for better or for worse. "listen, gambler-"

"no need to say anything, veritas." his eyes don't look as odd when they're accompanied by a genuine smile. "we've all got our secrets, right?"

he looks away first, hauling the punisher back over his shoulder and letting the weight dig in uncomfortably against his back. "yes" he whispers, knowing kakavasha would still hear him, "yes we do."

[blue-thief]

how do you stop/prevent a ship war. like 95% of my blog is dedicated to skk but i jumped on board with sigzai the MOMENT dazai chose sigma. i love them both. i just wanna open the comments of sigzai instagram posts and see stuff like "yippeee!!! sigzai!!!!", not a whole bloody battle

[synthwayve]

Thinks about Micolash and Laurence’s rivalry that never strays from the confines of academic snark or the occasional jab despite their shared ambition(and possibly also just accompanying a general friendship they could have had since they worked together at some point. Idk I’m a softie. Sue me.) eventually involving into a full on intellectual divorce. Cries. Explodes. 72 casualties.

[dellamortte]

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tagged by @kindlyfeline & @blightedcrow!! thank you both!! <3 i'm sorry it took me so long to do this ahhhh

i tag @lizardperson, @mt07131, @okthisway and @lansuxin!! (no pressure!! and sorry if you've been tagged by someone else already!)

Deanna De Riva 🗡

Compassion: 10/10 (Before the events of Veilguard, Deanna had been taught to think of others as only targets and potential clients. She barely had any compassion for others until she grew older and began to notice more of the injustices in the world outside Antiva. It wasn’t until she met Varric and saw how deeply he cared for others that she began to change. Now she will do whatever she can to help those who need it.)

Bitterness: 2/10 (The only times she ever felt bitter would’ve been towards the Crows after her dismissal, specifically Viago who she thought would've understood why she did what she did, and after Solas trapped her in the Fade Prison. Otherwise she’s not a very bitter person. She tends to believe she deserves anything bad that happens to her.)

Happiness: 8/10 (During her time as a Crow, she was very stoic, unemotional and completely serious. She would barely laugh or smile at all. But once she started travelling with Varric, she realised that she loved to laugh at his stories, that she loved puns, and telling jokes. Throughout the events of Veilguard, she was a walking ray of sunshine and always cracked jokes to cheer the others up. However after Veilguard, that sunshine starts to fade and she grows more solemn, with the weight of her grief and regrets still weighing heavy on her. But she will still smile and tell her witty jokes, to hide how she really feels.)

Chivalry: 7/10 (She'll treat everyone with respect, unless they give her reason not to. She will always do her best to remain polite and kind.)

Pride: 2/10 (She isn't a very prideful person, she has a terrible lack of self esteem and even after achieving something great, she struggles to feel proud of herself. This is all thanks to Viago who would never congratulate her on her accomplishments and would instead point out what she didn't do, what she should've done better. He only did it to push her to keep improving, because he really does believe in her, this is just his own way of encouraging her but all it did was leave Deanna doubting herself and feeling like nothing she does is ever good enough.)

Honesty: 6/10 (She is usually open and honest, except to someone she immediately doesn't trust. She would never lie maliciously but she knows the right moments to share her true thoughts and when she should keep it to herself. And when it comes to being honest about her own feelings, she will only be fully open to those who are closest to her.)

Bravery: 10/10 (She is always ready to jump into battle when she needs to, throwing caution to the wind. And she feels even more brave when she has her team at her side.)

Recklessness: 10/10 (Being a Crow taught Deanna to believe she was completely expendable, that every contract could be her last. She learned to act quickly, heading straight into combat without making any kind of plan. This leads to many moments of Deanna getting into more trouble than she intended, like her attack on the Antaam and the Siege of Weisshaupt.)

Ambition: 2/10 (She has never been very ambitious. She truly believed she would never become a famous Crow or even become a Talon. With her lack of self esteem, she always thought she was never going to be good enough to achieve greatness, even though Viago constantly pushed her to strive for it.)

Loyalty: 10/10 (Deanna is extremely loyal, to her friends, to Viago and the Crows and to the cause. She was even loyal to Solas to some extent but his betrayals made her learn not to trust so easily. But once you have her loyalty, she will always be there for you.)

Love: 10/10 (Deanna spent years of her life believing that she was not capable of loving or being loved. She thought that she could never love anyone, not even platonically. Until Varric taught her to open her heart and that it was okay to love the people in her life. She found that she did indeed love Viago, despite how infuriating he was. She loved Teia and felt a great deal of respect for her. She loved Varric for teaching her so much about life and the world. And she loved her friends in the Veilguard, each one in their own different ways. Then of course, there is Lucanis. She has never felt love for someone as much as she does for him, he made her finally believe that true love is real and that she is deserving of it.)

Sense of family: 10/10 (Having no true blood relatives of her own, Deanna always longed for family. For years, she found it in Viago, seeing him as an older brother, and Teia too, as a somewhat older sister figure. And then with Varric, she always viewed him to be like the father she never had. But then she finally found a sense of family with the Veilguard. She finally found the place where she felt like she belonged.)

Attractiveness: 10/10 (She has always received compliments and comments about her appearance from other Crows and clients. But she personally never thought much about how she looked. It was just another tool to use, helping her to lure her marks away to more secluded areas.)

Agility: 9/10 (As a Crow and a rogue, she is very agile and flexible. She is extremely light on her feet, but after being away from the rooftops of Antiva during her exile and spending more time on the ground, she finds that she's grown a little clumsy and will sometimes miss her jumps or fall off balance beams.) ((but only because of my terrible timing of her jumps alkshd sorry babygirl))

Sex drive: 8/10 (She never cared about it during her life as a Crow. She never had interested in doing it with just anyone and she was always busy with her training and her contracts. She struggled with her own deep rooted issues with being vulnerable and never allowed herself to focus on her own feelings, her job as a Crow was the most important thing. So she simply never allowed herself to grow close to anyone and for a long time she started to accept that it was something she could live without. Until she met Lucanis, and suddenly she started to develop strange feelings and began to have very suggestive and very explicit thoughts about him... especially after a certain almost-kiss. 🤭 After their first night together after Deanna was saved from the fade prison, they can't get enough of each other.)

[sforzesco]

The Art of Dreams: Reflections and Representations

The Tomb of Caterina della Ratta and the Iconography of the Reclining Reader in Renaissance Sepulcharl Art, Yonni Ascher

Ancestor Masks and Aristocratic Power in Roman Culture, Harriet I Flower

okay so just. play connect the dots with me for a second. Girolamo Basso della Rovere is Giuliano della Rovere's (Pope Julius II) cousin. Ascanio Sforza was a long time rival, and later ex-enemy of Giiuliano's. this kind of familial mirroring in the tombs, the way that Ascanio is being subsumed into a matching visual with someone of della Rovere's family is. interesting. because it goes well beyond the expected patron-client relationship between the pope and his cardinals. like, these were companion monuments.

there's also a kind of tragic romantic violence to it, given Ascanio's persistent loyalty to his family and Milan, and Ludovico's plans to have Ascanio's body brought back to Milan in the event of his death and interred in the same chapel as Beatrice d'Este.

[sofastuffing]

i have a headache

[mikansei]

as soon as i pull sunday the first thing i'm doing is torturing him by putting him on a team with aventurine & ratio. this is ur probation chicken wing boy. thirdwheeling as court-mandated community service