#and still !!!!

[destroyingeverythingold]

Why tf is this hot? It's V I O L E N C E

i'm more fucked up the older i get shouldn't it be the other way around?????

[samgatinho]

redraw of a redraw of my first ever life series fanart !!!!

previous drawings under the cut :-)

january 2023, redraw

june 2022, original drawing

[petrichara]

Trying to remember the last time I played hide and seek. The last time I said hi to everyone on the street or saw the girls I spent every day of six years with. The last time my dad picked me up, or my mum brushed my hair. When was the last time I dressed without consideration? There is so much to think about now. I remember falling on the grass at school and making stories with the clouds. Hanging upside down from the swing and realising how big the world was. I wonder on the path of growing when we stop feeling big. I am taller now, smaller still.

[notfeelingthyaster]

i was trying to organize the difference between the batboy's ages and i failed miserably, so i've decided tim was actually a fetus when dick's parents died and watched from the uterus

[gd-dollopole]

BBC Merlin is the literal definition of ‘I didn’t see that coming.’

If someone were to ask me what this tv show is about, I would probably answer with something along these lines:

“Forget the legend. What I know of this show is that king Arthur Pendragon is a blond himbo who has homosexual tendencies; Guinevere Blacksmith is a badass and a lesbian; Morgana Le Fay is simply the best version of Morgana le Fey; the manservant to the king, who also happens to be Merlin and the greatest warlock to ever walk the earth, not only cross dresses but is the reason to the king’s homosexual tendencies, and there is an ancient dragon in a cave that gives pep talks under the rule of a tyrant king, non other than Uther Pendragon, who will end up accidentally marrying a troll. People die left and right, and the castle physician gives the entire kingdom flatulence because of a goblin.

Oh, there’s also magic, so that’s quite cool.”

[invisible-pink-toast]

[hephaestn]

[traagedyenjoyer]

thinking about how yuji searched for nanami of all the jujutsu sorcerers when gojo got sealed. thinking about how nanami left the jujutsu society when his friend, a boy full of joy who always saw the goodness in everyone, died on a grade mislabeled mission and when he came back, he was assigned to mentor the sunshine kid who died on a grade mislabeled mission. thinking about how he was always going to die for yuji because he couldnt die for haibara. thinking about how in every single mission, he put his life first to protect the students, "being a kid is not a sin". thinking about that official art of nanami looking at a painting of a bride and how much he wanted to form a family, get married and have kids once he retired from being a jujutsu sorcerer. how he wanted just a peaceful life in a house by the sea in malaysia far away from jujutsu society. thinking about how he died in shibuya fighting until the end because he couldn't leave the kids fighting alone. thinking about how unfair it was that the one who actually got to malaysia was the one who was selfish and money driven... thinking about nanami kento

[weardes]

[itsrheasgirl]

Someone get me a napkin I can’t stop drooling.

[cinamun]

Got a couple anons today about The Situation™ and I'm just choosing to let it go atp. I think I've shared enough of my thoughts and would prefer to just do me, no shade at all.

I'm a little frustrated this afternoon so my focus is elsewhere. My game is fine, but for whatever reason photoshop is being a curmudgeon and keeps crashing and this time i'm not even overloading my system like usual. And everytime it crashes I want to throw large objects out of my windows, but window replacement costs a lot.

I suppose touching grass for awhile is in order, but its 90 degrees outside and I don't feel like dealing with mother nature as she does her usual late summer baking.

I'm instead waiting for my game to load again so I can work on a preview poster thingy for TFA's return.

[lavenderwhtever]

The thing about au!sunshipduo being the only happy variant is how incredibly hopeless they seem. Them loving each other and living through it should be literally impossible.

Aimsey is a demon from literal hell. They are mean, they are stubborn, and come from a very different background from Guqqie, who is kind and considerate. That's all they have been told about each other throughout the server. Countless people coming to Guqqie and telling them that Aimsey is bad news. Scott coming to Aimsey and trying to tear them away.

Aimsey has not had an easy life. They've never been shown love. They, again, come from literal hell. He had only read of love only a short time ago. How do they even know what love is? Well, xey don't, not really. It isn't easy for him to love, and it isn't easy to love him. But he's trying so hard when it would be easier, and safer, to just give up. But he isn't.

Guqqie has seen hundreds of other versions of themself get abandoned, forgotten, and even killed. She's had first hand encounters with the results of a relationship between her and aimsey. She KNOWS the risks. She isn't going in blind at all. And despite what they've seen, despite the threats and the incidents, she keeps loving this demon, even if they're cursed and doomed by each and every universe.

Aimsey and Guqqie know the odds are against them. They know that they've been given an awful hand. They know that their chances are barely better than zero. And they keep fighting! They've decided that they love each other enough that nothing else matters. They aren't hoping for a perfect relationship. They know this can't end well for them. But they love each other, so much, regardless. They aren't letting go.

[maineventpapiuso]

Samantha acknowledging the YEET!!!

Oh yeah and still IC champion!!!

[hoyoversenews]

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[flowerflamestars]

Timeloop snippet

Eris Vanserra was born in a land where magic lived. Alive under his fathers hands, shaped  by a raised voice, his mothers tears, changed and shifted by the year or the day, the stars and his brothers, the sun and his bothers.

Old was Autumn, bloodied long before Eris had looked through the ancient hungry trees with a childs smoke spark eyes. No amount of the blood that indeed followed had fully shaken wonder from him. Horror and hate held fast, won often, but Eris was not man who discounted what was wild of faery, even if it existed outside his reach. The Courts were older still, but not eternal. What was truly immortal, among immortals, was what Elain Archeron had in her damned garden shed. Eris watched, still past stone, body screaming warning, as she slipped past him, light summer gown trailing flagstone, just to croon hello and rap her knuckles against the wide iron rim as though she were entering a building. Her head tipped- hearing what he could not, as though Eris could hear anything at this moment over his own heart, rendered prey by greater power- Elain smiled down into murky, glowing water, before twisting to grin over her shoulder. “It was lonely,” Expression gentle, a little line forming between her intriguing eyes, their darkness catching otherworldly light. “They buried it again. Alone in the dirt.”