#and had breakfast

[boyjoan]

god i've done sm today

[boilingdreamland]

Chilchuck and his Union agitating for Better Wages is an Integral part of Laios Vision I knew he was a Real One

[earththings]

[nick-nellson]

The Breakfast Club (1985) dir. John Hughes

[egophiliac]

SHE'S DONE! after a thousand years, she's finally done! ...or at least I'm done with her! (tumblr please don't absolutely destroy my gifs, I am begging you)

(this is not an edit, I drew her from scratch! please do not tag or treat as an edit!)

now you know the real reason I haven't been obsessively drawing Meleanor, which is that I was in fact obsessively drawing Meleanor but in secret. plus a little background just for fun!

I am. not super happy with her rig; parts of her proved way more difficult than I expected and I very quickly hit the point of "okay, this is a silly fan project and not something that I'm being paid for or has to be really functional, time to MANUALLY KEY ALL THE VERTICES FOREVER". I think the end result came out pretty okay though! just...don't look too close. :')

I recorded some of the drawing part, so I might put that up later! in the meantime I am going to make her do stupid poses for my own enjoyment!

[royalpumpkinplanet]

[cynicallyneutral]

Go accla!!!!

[paper-bag-arts]

the T in Trina stands for Tragedy

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My real time reaction of watching an American influencer spread straight up lies about my country because they lived/visited there at some point

[https-hunter]

I believe in weird girl supremacy

[pollen]

happy sunday morning specifically to the person reading this post ☀️ i’m so glad you’re here with me! i hope your day is gentle to you 💛

[loulovingho]

once a year tommy goes to this little cafe outside of LA and sits at the same table and orders the same meal. he's done it since he got back from the army. no one knows about it except for the owner of the cafe, steve, who's been there since day one. he didn't always go alone. when he was young he would go with his mom. it was a yearly tradition when they'd go back-to-school shopping. they went right before he was shipped off to afghanistan too, just because they'd miss their usual date. when tommy was away, his mom died of a sudden heart attack. he didn't even find out about it for a few weeks.

he didn't go for a couple of years after that. the anniversary of their annual cafe date was somehow worse than the anniversary of her death. but one year, something inside him screamed for him to go back. go have that meal that they loved so much. sit at that table. do it for her. maybe you'll even feel her there? so he goes. and steve remembers him. how could he ever forget tommy? he'd watched that kid grow up!

the first year he went back was hard. he barely ate the food, felt indescribably lonely, and once he got back to his car he sobbed for nearly half an hour before he could even drive away.

then he came back the next year, and the next, and the next. he kept coming back, always alone. even when he had people in his life, he'd come alone.

then one year steve looked over at the table, knowing tommy should be arriving soon, and saw two men sitting there. he went over to tell them they'd have to move- the table was reserved, but halfway over he stopped. it was tommy... with someone this time. the other guy was looking around, then leaning in close to tommy. it looked like he was asking questions. he reached over the table and took tommy's hand and squeezed it and tommy... smiled. he smiled a real smile that reached his eyes. steve hadn't seen that smile since the last time he came with his mom.

so steve walks over to the table to say hello, like always. to ask him about his life and what he's been up to this last year. he'd always say "not much, really. nothing new." but this time he kept his smile, motioned toward the man across from him and introduced him as, "My boyfriend, Evan Buckley, or Buck. Evan, this is Steve."

and this boy, Buck, he stands and shakes steve's hand, asks to pull up another chair, says, "i heard you knew tommy's mom?"

steve nods. "i did." because while tommy only came once a year, his mom came more often. it was her little safe haven away from home.

"i've heard a lot about her from tommy," this buck said, a bright smile on his face. "but i'd like to know more. what was she like?"

so steve sat, and talked and talked, and the boys listened- Buck listened.

tommy never came to the cafe alone again.

[shittywriterbrain]

trying to kill yourself is, i mean, is, it's NOT ON

[flamingostalker]

I'm Your Man

[ilynpilled]

the thing about like 90% of this fanbase is that they are obsessed with being explicitly vindicated by this man despite what he has always been very open about. like they want him to be like “*insert character* was the main hero/villain all along”, “*insert character* was redeemed”, “*insert character* was not redeemed”, “this is who was right and who was wrong”, as if they were like little footnotes at the end like u losers are allergic to having to have your own interpretation and answers to the questions that were proposed because it has to be actually coherent and consistent and u have to do it urself and know what u r actually talking about (most of u do not)

[lidoshka]

@feanorianweek #3 Celegorm - waves

Having Aredhel was like having a sister throughout their childhood.

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@feanorianweek #3 Celegorm - olas

Tener a Aredhel era como tener una hermana durante toda su infancia.