#and i asked him permission to do this

[l0rd-0f-c0ws]

I frequently feel completely isolated no matter how much I talk to people. So that's fun

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bonus 12: Beware the Grapes of Wrath.

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[crispywizardtale]

[anjasitdown]

Yoshida looks so good

Happy new year to tatsuki fujimoto and to tatsuki fujimoto only thank you for bringing yoshida back

[touchlikethesun]

shen qingqiu is a very tactile person imo, he likes playing with binghe and finding excuses to touch him but in like a weird way bc he’s shen qingqiu and he’s just a bit to the left yk. like the headpats we know, he is obsessed with bingbing’s curls (cf. the little braid also same shizun), but he’d also do things like grab binghe’s hand and manually move his fingers like testing the joints, he’d squish binghe’s face - not hard, not to hurt - but just to see the way it moves, deforming with his manipulations and bouncing back into place. they’re laying cuddled up and shen qingqiu is pressing a finger to seemingly random spots on binghe’s body and muttering under his breath, and it’s not until shen qingqiu makes them change positions that binghe realises he’s counting all his moles and freckles. there’s also the lap sitting and generally wanting to be close, to touch, but this specific kind of methodical almost experimental touching is v much shen qingqiu to me

[rowrowronnie]

anyone remember that pyro is a robot headcanon? yeah um erm i also remembered that and also sorta maybe mightve gotten carried away a little bit.. tee hee..

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Harry Potter is something of an impossibility and an inevitability all at once.

Tom has only started to understand and come to terms with this recently. In the darker hours of his harsher nights, when anger and rage come like maelstrom waves, the comforting weight of Harry’s hand on his shoulder guides and steadies him, mooring him ashore. He may rock, nearly tip, but Harry is always there noose-tight.

Hush, he says. Sit with me.

Tom does. His reeling no match to Harry’s.

A hollow longing is replaced and forgotten in his presence, and Tom thinks - I could love him.

[worstloki]

Series of street videos but it's Peter Parker trying to introduce different spices to Asgard

[blightedcrow]

sending love to those who so badly want to indulge in different variations of Spite romance but worry about what others might think or say about it and im sorry people have made you feel guilty or gross for enjoying an incredibly interesting and complex character who also happens to be an undeniable and permanent part of lucanis regardless of how anyone may feel about him

[mayaskribbles]

Hey! I saw you drew him before for a commission, but I would love to see your take on Yumihiko Ichiyanagi as a sketch for fun rather then a requirement!

say hello to my son stupid poopy head . he is 2 days old and he like to eat sand.

[moonshynecybin]

just remembered vale being like. i don’t know what they let marc race post-surgery. sick and evil and twisted

need him to start secretly paying off motogp doctors to prevent marc from racing which HE says is 'eliminating the competition' but really its just like. making them do their jobs and keep that lunatic off a bike when his bones are broken

[firstroseofspring]

b’elanna vs her mother at similar ages, plus some sketches!

[kelin-is-writing]

Girl, you're an immature aspiring writer (key word: aspiring) who is shitting on Horikoshi's work even though your entire fucking blog is literally dedicated to Hori's work. How pathetic and hypocritical must you be. There is a reason why people rather talk to you anonymously rather than directly because frankly you're an embarrassment and a loser. Your misandry needs to be dealt with. Stop blaming all real life men for you unhappiness with the MHA ending. That the fault of one man, not billions of other men. Just because you're pissed and throwing tantrums doesn't mean you have to blame all men. That's extremely childish though not surprising since you're blog itself looks childish. Why are you even watching MHA, its clearly not for misandrists like you. In case you forgot MHA is a Shonen manga/anime so you're clearly not wanted. You're not the type of audience that Hori wants in the first place. You rather talk about useless characters like Rei Todoroki or squeal about a man's attractiveness rather than the watch and assess the actual fights/battles. Seriously. Stop watching MHA and go watch sailor moon or some shojo shit.

Yo I know, I’m childish and immature that reeeeeeally sucks man. Doesn’t change the fact that you still are a misogynist, abuser and rapist defender, childish, immature, rude, mannerless, ignorant and a gaslighter who came on their own in my childish blog, to ask for my childish opinion though. You did, and are still doing all this on your own accord, so guess who’s the real hypocrite here honey 🤭

[supjello]

You know that "I had to unfollow NASA 'cause it made me too craaaaazzzyyyy" reaction image? that's me with gumworth. I think about them for more than two seconds and start getting all flustered

[stiffyck]

Just remembered the time when a random dude tried to kiss me.

I sold him a ticket. He was being all flirty and I was not interested. I was doing my job, he was on our train without a ticket and he was a dickhead. I was very clear with the fact that I was not interested in him.

I sell him his low-cost ticket and send him on his way to the back of the train where people with a low-cost ticket are supposed to be.

Two stations later when he's getting off he comes up to me while I'm standing outside of the train, waiting and looking if anyone needs any help, and he walks up to me, doesn't say a thing and puts his finger under my chin and TRIES TO LEAN IN FOR A KISS.

I move away. obviously. Very visibly angry.

He tries to go for it AGAIN and this time I step away and he finally leaves.

If he tried it again I would have slapped him.

This is such a random thing but it still baffles me that this man I have never seen before, tried to KISS ME. TWICE. WHILE I WAS DOING MY JOB.

[sparklecryptid]

In the Maglor-has-a-son 'verse, combined with both the cousins and the two OC daughters of Maglor 'verses you've come up with - well. It occurs to me that if you toss Celebrimbor in there, you have seven grandchildren of Feanor. (Seven grandchildren. Seven sons. The years roll and the wheel turns, and stories loves a pattern.)

Caladion does not expect to have more siblings. He does not expect for Ruiniel to toss him over her shoulder in front of all the other smiths and carrying out of the designated smithing area to plop him in front of two women and the rest of his cousins and he most certainly does not expect for one of the women in front of him to be silent.

The Song does not join in harmony. It slides off of the dark, curly haired woman in front of Caladion like water falling from a seals back.

It’s annoying. The Song shouldn’t act like that. Everything is a Song. Everything sings.

This woman doesn’t. It puzzles him. It puzzles the ghosts on either side of him. Caladion remains silent and listens.

The table is silent as Caladion and the two women seize each other up.

Caladion makes the first move. A single note breaks through the air and coaxes Song from the woman. She does not speak. The Music does not come from her lips but from her soul as it stumbles and falters and reaches a harmony with the Song around her.

“Oh,” Anordil says and that’s her name, that’s his sister, “What - Why is everything so loud?” She turns toward the silver haired woman with scars on her lips as if to ask for help. “Is it always like this?”

“Most of the time,” the silver haired woman agrees, “You get used to it.”

Anordil groans.

Saeleth can’t help but laugh.

“Aw shit,” she cackles and Huan boofs disapprovingly, “Caladion, what did you do!” Saeleth pauses for a moment and studies Anordil. “Wait I know you.”

“No you don’t,” Anordil’s response is immediate, “You know nothing.”

“You’re the one that brought that stupid mortals keep down around him!”

Calemir and Ruiniel share a look.

Celebrimbor turns his head to the sky and despairs.

Caladion sips his wine with his forge gloves still on.

The other woman - Caladion’s sister the Song swirls around her like a sheathed weapon - shakes her head.

“Was that the time you almost got married?”

“He tried to marry me,” Anordil corrects, “I said no.”

“Rather adamantly it seems,” Ruiniel crosses her arms across her chest as she speaks. She looks mildly impressed. No small feat considering who and what Ruiniel is.

“Linavron brought an entire city to ruin! I think I can get away with destroying a keep or two!”

The table turns their gaze toward Caladion’s other sister.

Linavron sips her wine delicately.

“It was a city of slavers and other such things,” Linavron says with no ounce of regret in her voice, “They deserved it.”

Ruiniel blinks as if several dots connected.

“That city in south-east - Mor - the rebellion that was sparked - that was you?”

Linavron looks Ruiniel in the eyes.

“It was needed.”

Ruiniel tosses her head back and laughs.

Linavron turns her attention to Celebrimbor who doesn’t look uncomfortable but wary.

“I won’t turn your city upside down,” Linarvon says. She pauses a moment before adding. “Unless you need me to.”

“Thanks for the offer,” Celebrimbor says dryly and he reminds Caladion of Curufin in that moment, “I’ll think about it.”

Calemir shakes his head.

“I’m too old for this.”

The table pauses and everyone’s attention shifts to the two women who joined them.

“Who has seniority?” Calemir asks innocently.

Neither of them are expecting Anordil and Linavron to share a look.

Linavron shrugs.

“I remember the Sun rising for the first time,” she offers, “I suppose that makes me the oldest after Lord Celebrimbor.”

“Just Celebrimbor,” the man in question corrects, “We’re family.”