#and his phone is in english?

[me-sploh-rada-imas]

they're off to poland

[euphoriaonpluto]

I'm in desperate need of an arthur returns fic that begins like five years after the fact, when arthur has fully integrated into modern society and him and merlin are married and living normal 21st century lives. only to out of nowhere get sent back in time to when they first met in camelot. so now they have to redo it all while pretending that they aren't essentially millennials with twitter brainrot going insane from caffeine withdrawal

[dejwrldarchived]

picture this, you’re a boy from guatemala standing outside a motel talking to your family on the phone until two cops approach you saying that you look suspicious. due to you barely knowing english, you most likely are confused as ever trying to figure out not only what they’re saying but what even is going on. the situation escalated even more to the point where these officers are now falsely detaining you which led to one officer having a heart attack and dying. now picture this, you’re now being charged with manslaughter for death of said officer.

that’s what happened to virgilio aguilar mendez.

please be sure to sign the petition also.

[svtskneecaps]

i should be sleeping but i do want to reiterate how much i love that our collective fan community and also the streamers are constantly like, so new members when? new language when? a teaser drops and we're all like germans???? german time????? asiatic language time??????? new faces??? new friends?? new communities????

i've said this before but it just constantly makes me feel all warm n fuzzy to see it. i'm really happy we're all so excited and united in this.

[thistransient]

Waiting out the rain, serenaded by a sax man practicing under the bridge

[leafy-m]

So yesterday I bought all of the Japanese Witch Hat Kitchen digital volumes, and I'm kind of screaming into my hands because. even though I've read all these chapters before, I literally cannot handle HOW. MANY. ADORABLE ORUFREY moments there are. THERE ARE SO MANY!!!!

I won't spoil the big scenes/chapter covers because these are from later volumes, but. Look at these!!!

What if Qifrey spoke about his dream of taking the girls to a marketplace and teaching them how to expand their ideas of what to eat... and Olruggio responded while looking at him Like That...

"Master Olruggio, why does Master Qifrey call you babygirl?"

There's also so many moments where Qifrey is just. Such a dork. I absolutely love him. Keep smiling sweetie, you're doing great!

Don't even get me started on the big Orufrey moments or the amount of times Olruggio is saying something incredibly sweet or has a big smile.... You're lucky I hit the app's 10 image limit.

Also there's these really cute little panel drawings with the girls and/or brushbug being adorable:

Richeh is so ready for those sandwiches lol

Anyway if you love Witch Hat and/or Orufrey you HAVE to get the Kitchen spin-off series!! It's so good 😭💖💝💞

[oozeandgoo-art]

[hotasfahrenheit]

What are you doing?

I'm resting at home, alone.

No. I hate that.

[NCT 127 - Home Together]

[Home Together gifsets 1 | 2]

[turnleft]

i love how the last few minutes of the giggle mirrored the journey’s end memory wipe scene in such a beautifully subtle way.

In JE donna was begging the doctor to let her die as the doctordonna and stay in the tardis, far away from home. she did not want to go back to being “human” again, to be “no one”. and now in the giggle donna’s back in the tardis, but this time she’s asking him to come home with her and live with her family on earth. she’s asking him to let go of his “doctor” side and live like a human, like a “no one”. a role reversal but donna’s fixing his mistakes from 15 years ago

later in the backyard scene, when donna and fourteen have a talk, the first thing that comes out of her mouth is “you don’t have to stay here forever”- a reference to the way he forced her to let go of the tardis life and live without him “forever” (at least back then it was forever). she knows how miserable it can be to suddenly let go of something like that (even if she can’t remember it), and she did not want to make him feel the same way she felt for fifteen years.

s4 donna preferred to die than go back home to her family because she felt miserable on earth, while fourteen chose to go home with her and become an official part of the noble family. and he’s happier than ever.

[cumulo-stratus]

Max r u okay😰

yeth

everything just sucks rn

my sister is gone (at college she's not dead) so i'm dealing with that and the house feeling empty, and school is starting soon, and my mom is at a new job, and there's gonna be a ton of new students at school who i don't know, and idk my brain isn't built for this

i got overwhelmed tn but luckily i ended up being okay with minimal crying 🥇🥇

and i called my sister so i got to talk to her!!

[softquietsteadylove]

Hiii darling, how are you?

I had a promt idea and i wanted to share it with you.

What about thenamesh being broken up 😈.

Like i know thats basically imposible because they can not be apart from each other for a long time ( but relationships are hard you know).

So they haven't seen each other in a very long time, and they completely over one another, they even dated other people, but both are currently single.

They are completely over each other, Gilgamesh is NOT constantly thinking about Thena's beautiful sunshine hair, or how smarth she was or her gorgeous long legs he could stare at all day long of course not, and is not like Thena everyday thinks about how charming Gilgamesh was, or how he could make her feel better just saying something dumb or how she got distracted just by looking at those big and strong arms of his, not at all they are soo over each other and they don't even wanna meet again.

But when they do see each other again it goes like this:

- Thena and Gil walking directly to each other whitout realising.

They make eyecontact and fully stop

They stare at each other intensely

Gil : Thena hello ! - dumb smile

Thena : Hello - small blush

The tension in the air can be cut with a butter knife

"Mamma mia" by ABBA starst playing in the background

And thats about it 😊, sorry for any mistakes english is not my first language, and thank you for sharing your works with us they are so beautiful, i love them all, they make my days better 🩷🤍.

"Come on, Gil, don't get all emo on us now!"

But he'd had enough--more than enough. He had only agreed to a night out with the boys because he had dodged them ten times for every one, and tonight was the eleventh hour. Even with all that, it wasn't enough to keep him in the pub with pounding music and the stink of smoke.

Thena hated the smell of smoke.

His friends would tell him not to think that way. For all the times he had sworn to them that he was over her, here he was thinking of her again?

But of course he was! Thinking about Thena was as natural to him as breathing, and the breakup had done nothing to change that. It still felt almost surreal sometimes, as if the last year and a half of his life was still in the haze of post-breakup blues. All the months spent moping around his apartment, the weeks after of being set up with blank face after blank face. He had even maintained a relationship eventually, only to have called her 'Thena' one time (entirely by accident).

He had omitted that part of the story to his friends when they asked 'what happened to what's-her-name?'.

Gil had tried the dating thing, but it was becoming clearer and clearer that it wasn't working for him. If it wasn't Thena, it wasn't for him. And that didn't bode well, considering they had parted ways with the stark promise that there would be no getting back together.

No regrets, they had said. He was going to put the hours into the kitchen that he needed to as the new head chef of a long established restaurant. Thena was going to focus her razor sharp intellect into pursuing her PHD while working at the museum. He had once called her the 'rock star' of the historical world. She hadn't appreciated it at the time.

For their shared declaration of no regrets, there were plenty. He had lamented to his friends how he hadn't expressed enough interest in Thena's work. He didn't watch the historical programs she liked to watch in bed; he fell asleep to them. Although in his defense, Thena never could get through a boxing match without checking a work email or swearing she was paying attention while she read something on her phone.

Thena was on the other side of town, in Sersi's old flat after she and Dane had decided to finally move in together. She had always done best with her own space, after all. Yet another regret; their half-assed compromise - which made neither of them happy - on how to use the second bedroom. Gil wanted a home gym and Thena wanted a home office. It ended up housing his exercise equipment cramped in with all the books she couldn't fit onto the living room shelves.

It was the truest compromise, in the sense that they were both left frustrated and unsatisfied by the results.

Really, it was them making old fights into new ones. He knew she liked having her own space. Anyone would, after growing up with an annoying twin brother like Ikaris their whole life, he could admit. But he hadn't really appreciated her bringing up that he was an only child as a reason for him not sympathising with her more.

It was little things, really. Little things that had just...piled up on them. Him kicking his shoes off hastily, forgetting that Thena had grown up in a preparatory school and liked everything arranged neatly. Her leaving her teabags piled up in the garbage instead of in the organic waste container he kept in the fridge, specifically because the kitchen was his domain and he didn't like unwanted smells hovering around.

Little things piling up; it was for the best, they had agreed.

And now, a year and a half later, here he was, outside a pub, in the snow. He checked his phone; the night was young, but his friends were enough pints in that maybe they wouldn't notice if he decided to just...leave. If they asked, he could say it was way later, they just weren't remembering it right.

He walked slowly, still staring at his phone. It was the blank, default phone background. He hadn't settled on a new one after needing to take down the picture of him and Thena on their trip to Australia. It wasn't any more pathetic than the rest of his life.

"Sorry," a soft voice uttered, scuffling feet in snow filling the air as they narrowly avoided one another.

Her eyes rose to meet his, still a sparkling green that contrasted the hair that was the colour of pure sunshine. She was dressed in all white, as she always was. He had always said it was her colour. "Hey."

The one word was like the cavalry call. Memories flowed through him. Some of the bad times. But the happy ones far, far outweighed them. There were so many happy ones it was a wonder they had ever decided they weren't worth the bad.

Thena was still the most beautiful woman Gil had ever seen. Her edges were so sharp, and yet she still possessed a softness--a fragility to her delicate frame. It was hard to tell under her long white coat if she looked different, but he remembered those long legs entwined with his in the hammock on their balcony. Her lips were still full and succulent like a berry.

"Hey." He smiled, and she smiled as well. There was a lightness to it that hadn't been there when she had left her key with him and closed the door behind her. "How are you?"

"Good," she answered plainly, as she always had. Her eyes darted down to the ground and she tucked some hair behind her ear, still a clear tell of when she was nervous. His heart skipped a beat as he caught a blush in her cheeks. "And you?"

"Yeah," he answered, not that it was much of an answer. He had yet to stop smiling, but she was still smiling too. "Restaurant's doing well--same old."

Thena nodded, some of her hair tumbling from her scarf wound loosely around her. "I read a review of it. Your praises were sung most eloquently."

She had such a poetry to her language. Some found it odd, but Gil had always admired her more elegant word choice in comparison to his easy and casual phrases. He had tried writing poetry, but he was no match for her simply describing how her day was.

"Yeah?" he grinned. The idea of her checking a review of his work was more than he could have hoped for. It felt like hearing that she had asked if he was seeing anyone.

"I'm not surprised," she stated more than confessed. "You have always been an excellent chef. I wouldn't have needed some culinary reporter to tell me that."

Emboldened by her olive branch, Gil stepped closer. "And how's the doctorate?"

Her pleased smile returned, her scarf even picking up in the wind and brushing the front of his army green jacket. She used to always put her hand on his chest for no good reason, whenever she wanted. "I'll be submitting by the end of this year. Nothing is signed yet, but I'm told things look promising."

His grin stretched wider. The word 'rock star' was on his tongue again but he inhaled, drawing up his shouldering instead of wrapping his arms around her and picking her up off the ground. "Hey, that's great! I mean, I knew you'd get it. You're way too good not to."

Thena's eyes drifted downward again. Her smile turned shaky and her hands went to the buttons of her coat. She swayed on the spot, as if unsure of which direction to lean. "Thanks, Gil."

The snow filled in the silence between them, Mamma Mia positively blaring from inside the pub. The flashing, coloured lights inside proved stronger than the tint of the windows, reflecting on the snow already fallen.

Thena broke the silence first. "I'm surprised you're out this late."

Once, that might have been a barb about how he always had to sleep early to get into the restaurant early (especially on nights when she had a work social at the museum). But that was years ago, and now it was a casual - if nervous - question asked in a playful tone.

Gil smiled. "Well, usually I wouldn't. But the guys have really started giving me a hard time about-"

He clamped his mouth shut, suddenly terrified of uttering the truth of his dismal life since her exit. Surely it was pathetic of him to tell his ex-girlfriend about how all he did was lie around watching the same five shows and living almost completely off of leftovers from work.

But Thena laughed. It was gentle, and light, and he still found it really cute. "So, you came out tonight just to appease them?"

Her laughter drew out his as well. His shoulders lowered and his hands shuffled around in his pockets. "Guess so."

Thena looked towards the dark glass of the windows. It took her a few minutes to build up to what she had to say. But rather than eagerly rush her, he waited, happy to admire her. "I have become even less social than before, if you can believe it."

"Wow," he commented outright, earning the mildest form of her glare possible. He chuckled, though. "I can't believe it."

She could have left it there if she wanted. But she kept holding her scarf at the ends, braving on. "It seems I've been a bit reclusive since..."

It was Thena to bridge the unspoken gap, utter those completely forbidden words. But in that way, it was also her extending her hand, asking him to take it.

Gil turned soft, as he always did with her. His voice lowered to nearly a whisper, like it would after she'd had a night terror and needed comforting. "I guess I have too."

She had closed the distance as much as she could. She needed more from him, going quiet again and staring into his chest.

Gil eagerly met her halfway, pulling his hands from his pockets and crushing her against him. It was just a hug, something friends could do (if she decided she would regret this, too). "I missed you."

But she slid her arms around him. She buried her nose in his jacket and he leaned over her, practically engulfing her in his arms. She inhaled, drinking in the scent of him.

"Sorry, I probably smell like fryer oil," he excused. She had always hated that smell.

She shook her head, still buried in him. "I missed it."

How was he not supposed to fall in love with her all over again?

"Hey," he said gently, only encouraging her to pull away enough to look at him. He brushed some hair from the crown of her head. "Would you wanna grab something? We could get a decaf...something--you still don't drink, right?"

Thena beamed as if he had asked her something so much more than just terrible coffee. But small things - like remembering that she didn't really enjoy drinking - always meant the most to her. "I'd love to."

Just hearing the word from her lips made his heart leap in joy. It remembered hearing that word so often from her. It wanted to hear it again.

"So, uh," Gil began, leading her away from the pub with her hand in his. Maybe it was too much to hold hands with someone he had just asked out, but Thena's hand held onto his just as firmly. "That 24 hour place is still open. I heard they have daily specials now."

"Sounds lovely." She hadn't become a conversationalist. But she held onto his hand, letting him go on about the pastries in the window and how it was under new ownership. He didn't mention how he couldn't even look at the place for the first two months after their breakup.

Gil looked at her but didn't stop walking as she leaned against him. "You okay? We don't have to go out, if you're tired. You can just come over and I can make you some tea."

She buried her face in his sleeve. "You think I'm the type to go home with you on the first night we've met?"

He paused for a second before letting out a laugh that would wake anyone out of a dead sleep. "Are you flirting with me?"

"You seem much more the flirtatious type."

Thena was happy to play coy about it, but he knew she was flirting because she was terrible at it when they'd first started dating. "Maybe I am."

"You could take a girl to dinner, first." It was light, witty banter, her favourite kind. She was relaxing more and more.

"How's tomorrow?"

He waited for her response, only able to look at the top of her head with her leaning on him. But it made him think of the beach in Australia when he had first told her he loved her. He had thought it plenty of times before, but that was the first time he had spoken the words. Maybe he would get the chance to say them again.

Thena adjusted their arms, linking them at the elbows, still revealing nothing of her expression as she said, "it's a date."

[enbysiriusblack]

remus and marlene both having italian dads and they speak italian to each other all the time. but sirius can also speak italian, and remus loves it. but marlene absolutely hates it, especially when sirius only learnt it for remus and managed to become fluent in just a few months, when it took marlene years of having her father teach her.

[yenpondering]

Entitled customers are funny, imagine kicking up such a fuss with our managers that 2 mall security guards had to be called to come mediate all because you and your wife not only can't read but also can't see that our menu literally serves soft poached egg, not a boiled egg, in our Japanese rice bowls

Anyway read the menu properly y'all and ask questions if you're unsure, don't be a dick to hospitality workers especially over dumb shit

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 5: Dressing Room Greeting

Igawa: Should the shooting this afternoon go smoothly, we will be able to wrap everything up on the day after tomorrow.

Tenma: We have to make sure we don’t drag this on.

Igawa: The schedule was pretty tight this time around.

Igawa: Since the next drama will be an original drama only available for online streaming, I believe there will be a little more leeway with the schedule.

Igawa: There’s been a lot of talk about streaming-only drama lately, but what would you like to do, Tenma-kun? Would you rather prioritize TV broadcasting?

Tenma: Nah, I want to keep deciding based on whether it’ll help me grow as an actor, as I’ve done till now.

Tenma: They’ve both got their benefits. TV broadcasting will always have a religious following, and streaming can be viewed worldwide.

Igawa: Understood.

Igawa: Once the next filming is finished, you can focus on the performance. Your father has also expressed his concerns about the current state of the theater industry.

Tenma: Father? This is a different field from his, but he sure is staying informed.

Igawa: Your father cares about you far more than you realize, Tenma-kun.

Igawa: When there was all that commotion with the fire at MANKAI Theater and the company was in trouble, he was seriously worried…

Igawa: He was really disheartened by the fact that he was too busy to be of any help.

Tenma: It all turned out okay, though…

Igawa: Oh yes, regarding the Sumeragi Office’s policies–

[Phone vibrating]

Igawa: Ahaha, excuse me. I have to take this one.

Tenma: Sure.

[Igawa leaves, the door closes]

Tenma: (I had no idea Father cared so much. We don’t keep in contact that much…)

[Knocks on the door]

Tenma: Igawa? Did you forget something?

Hiro: Yo.

Tenma: !?

Hiro: I saw your name on the door, so I thought I’d stop by to say hi. I’ve also got a filming in this studio

Tenma: Ah, I see.

Hiro: My Tenma Sumeragi fanboy of a son has been telling me everything you’ve been up to… Sounds like you’re as busy as usual.

Tenma: I could say the same to you.

Hiro: It's tough work, but I'm grareful for the opportunities. I thought today was intense, but I'm flying to the US tomorrow.

Tenma: The US? Like an on-location shooting?

Hiro: I ain’t the lead, but I’m filming a Hollywood movie.

Tenma: That’s amazing.

Hiro: You also plan on taking the world stage the way your father has, yeah?

Hiro: Hurry and catch up.

Tenma: — —

Hiro: … Though now’s not the time for that. I’m sure the entire company has their hands full after being swept into Yukio’s typhoon.

Hiro: I’ll be rooting for you, so do your best.

Tenma: Yeah, of course we will.

Hiro: See ya.

[Hiro leaves, the door closes]

Tenma: …

Tenma: (The world stage, huh… Like he said, now's not the time…)

Tenma: (But, someday, I'll also…)

[Phone notification blip]

Tenma: ?

Tenma: (A LIME from Father…? That’s rare...)

Tenma: !!

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[cherrygarden]

weon es que no entienden. nunca había estado TAN FELIZ después de un concierto

[mirandaputsherbestbuttforward]

my mission to radicalize my Chinese immigrant neighbour named Jeff about landlords/rents continues