#and give Faith love

[boopsterliv]

So I have an au where Kendra stays in Sunnydale, dies for a bit when Angel loses his soul, and then Faith shows up. So Jenny and Giles have basically adopted three teenaged girls with super strength

(It’s also Powerpuff Girls themed, Buffy is Blossom, Faith is Buttercup, and Kendra is Bubbles)

[girlwithrituals]

next time if you ever feel like falling back to old habits just remember this

personally, there's no better motivation than remembering that there's probably many people out there who don't want me to succeed.

[zorangezest]

thanks for listening

[inthemiddleofmybackswing]

GUYS my girlfriend MADE this for me for christmas!! with her own two hands!! she even wired the chevrons to light up and i’m so impressed and happy and just wanted to share it with the world

[ae-cha08]

[happyheidi]

𝟪𝟪 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋-𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖬𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖽𝖽-𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗒, 𝖥𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗎, 𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖬𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗈’𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝗂𝗒𝗈𝗄𝗈 𝖨𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺, 𝖺 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋. (x)

‘𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑖𝑔 𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐹𝑢𝑘𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑡’ (2011)

[justaz]

merlin (immortal) giving arthur (pendragon) the only blade that could kill him

[sergle]

man, you know, nobody asked me, but I have such conflicting opinions on some of the fat falin art, where on one hand: it's always nice to see A Fat Body in fanart anywhere + it's being done in positive ways, for funsies and on the other hand, there is something so familiar about how you are automatically The Fat One if you are a woman simply standing next to a more petite woman, bc I've had a 0% hitrate in seeing people change Marcille's body type and keep Falin's, or change both of them. it's just Falin

[crimeronan]

it's sometimes so silly to look in the notes of a polyamory art/post and see people like "is this cheating art....?" when the characters in canon are all extremely close friends. i know it's not malicious because most people think of monogamy as the default and anything outside that Must be cheating, but truly i'm always like. guys. guys Please.

please think about this for like 2 seconds.

under what circumstances do we think this non-canon couple might hold hands directly in front of their canon partners. and under what circumstances do we think the canon partners might be okay with this. do we Truly think this is a secret relationship. do we Truly think these guys would sneak around behind their canon partners' backs when all of them are extremely close friends with a high level of trust and commitment to each other.

would assuming that these extremely close friends have actually communicated with one another Exactly The Same Way They Do In The Canon Source Material perhaps cause less despair.....

[aspirant1598]

[erinwantstowrite]

"can't Zatanna send Peter back?" for purposes of this fic, no, no one can, because uhhhhhh comic book reasons. yeah :3

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[ananxiousgenz]

I honestly do not think I've ever experienced as much agony over a fictional character as I have over oscar malevolent. he's just the winning combo of religious trauma, blood, devotion, queer pain, endless kindness and optimism, and vengeance yk?

[arylleth]

A friend once told me that the secret to finding love was not to actually look for it, but to heal the things that were preventing you from seeing and receiving it. I think the biggest one of all is, “What will having this love fix?” What will having this person next to me make me feel better about? What do I need them to tell me? What do I need them to prove? Who do I need them to look great in front of? What purpose do they serve for my ego?

[shadowhunter2003]

We don’t talk about the foreshadowing beauty that is Elucien enough.

Because tell me why when Elain is being put in the cauldron, we see Lucien struggle to get to her, break the magical binds that he is being chained in , to protect her, while sneering at the King and Hybern’s guards. Then it is later revealed that Lucien is Elain’s mate.

Or the fact that when Ferye enters Elain’s mind in ACOWAR she describes it as sealed blossoms — indirectly saying that her mind longs for sunshine to fully blossom. Then, when they ask Elain what she needs she says sunshine. Later it is revealed that Lucien is the son of Day Court’s High Lord, a court that is the literal embodiment of sunlight.

Or the fact that when Elain is described in hewn city as being drained of life in a black dress, the one bright detail in her outfit is a pearl hair clip. Then later it is revealed that, Lucien gifts her pearl earrings during Solstice.

Or the fact that Azriel gifts Elain a rose necklace during that same solstice, after it is said that Elain is hurt by rose thorns while gardening. A direct contrast to the enchanted gloves Lucien has gifted her, which later is revealed that, if worn, would’ve saved her from those thorns entirely.

Or the fact that Elain, who was once a social butterfly, becomes withdrawn in ACOWAR and struggles to find her spark. Yet, later it is revealed that her eyes spark, when she is talking to Lucien for the first time.

Its so subtle you won’t even notice it unless you take a read back.

[theoutcastwrites]

Make You Mine - Childe x Reader

Almost 4 years ago I started obsessing over Liyue Qixing Secretary!Reader x Childe and never did anything about it. Now the dynamic is stuck in my head, 4 years later, and I'm ready to write miniscule drabbles about them, coated in longing and yearning and the like. Hooray

The soft, silver glow of the moon seeped through the open windows, illuminating scarred skin and hair as golden as cor lapis itself. Childe lay with his back facing you, sound asleep, ignorant of the countless thoughts that swirled in your mind. The unwillingness to say goodbye; the sheer desperation to keep him in your field of view; the fear of being exposed, once and for all.

If these thoughts raced in his head during the day as they did in yours, then he did a better job of not showing it than you ever could.

You shifted behind him. His tanned skin, littered in scars and freckles alike, was more than just a sight you wished to remember; you wanted to memorize the placement of every little blemish, every freckle, so that you could recognize them by touch alone. How many battles had he seen to acquire this many scars? How many of them were near-deadly for his skin to become so marred? How did he remain so gentle, with all the bloodshed he had witnessed at such a young age?

You figured you should simply ask him next time. Childe would happily tell you - though he might gloss over the more gruesome details to save himself from the pity you would no doubt offer - but he would tell you nevertheless.

Biting your lip nervously, you reached out a careful hand to trace his shoulder blades. He didn't react to that - still sleeping, you thought, and took it as a sign to continue. With a featherlight touch, your fingers trailed his broad shoulder, his bicep (you fought the urge to squeeze the muscle there, appealing as it was).

Childe was unfairly beautiful at his barest. Every man in Teyvat should envy him and strive to have half the charm he had; but maybe they shouldn't bother trying. Who could ever hope to compare if not the gods themselves?

Your fingers stopped at the back of his neck, where they were tickled by unruly ginger hair. You had half the mind to kiss him there but there was no point in waking him. Childe had to leave early, anyhow.

Rex Lapis must not approve of your relationship; because Childe had to leave for Inazuma on your only day off work and, to make matters crueler, you couldn't even walk him to the docks. Under better circumstances, you would have kissed him right by his ship until he could speak nothing but your name. Under better circumstances, he would have held you tight, regardless if there were people around to see, and you would have happily returned his embrace. Until such a day came, you would have to do with fervent touches at illicit meetings.

"I'll bring you gifts," he'd said hours earlier, "whatever you want. Name it, and it's yours."

"What if I only want you?"

He laughed, as though you hadn't bared your soul to him in that confession,"but I'm already yours."

"Then keep being mine. No matter where you go, just come back being mine."

Childe smiled wide, with cheeks dusted red and eyes crinkled around the corners. A kiss, and then:

"You say it as if it's not the easiest thing in the world."

Come morning, he would vanish without a trace, leaving naught but a cold bed in his wake. His sweet words, surely half-forgotten by Childe himself, remained in your head like a painful reminder of what you could never fully have.