#and then it turned into this

[lavendel081]

Astrea

Bonus: Haley buying her magazines a few months later.

[introspectivememories]

I FORGOT I EVEN SENT THAT ASK AND YOUR RESPONSE HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK OHMSYGODDFJDJ

I seriously love your writing so much you always put a heap of emotion into it 😭😭

also adore the idea of TIM being the one who's obsessed with bear and going to such lengths just to keep seeing him, I tend to prefer happy endings so I like to think they work it out after a while but like also the angst is amazing

god the amount of yearning in this au makes me so mmmpfhhhf

god im just so sorry that it took me soo long to reply!!! you sent just as i was taking my break from tumblr and other social media :(((

i remember reading it and thinking to myself "god if i had the timbern brainworms, i could write smth for this" but then recently they've been coming back and i was a church bored out of my mind when i was like "hmmm maybe i should respond?"

and ohhh my god, when i first got it, i immediately thought about how toxic it could get and like, personally, i feel like i can't write complicated characters? if that makes sense? to me, im not very good at writing multi-dimensional characters. which to be fair, i never set out to become like a pulitzer prize winning author. i just do this for fun haha.

and like i knew that my answer to your ask was always gonna be toxic timbern but i didn't know if i could write it? ig??? bc like tim is a good person. he is!!! he just wants bear so badly. and it's past the initial physical attraction now.

he and bear are all grown up. he likes bear's wit and humor, well the wit and humor he gets to hear when bear doesn't know he's around. but bear wont let him in!!!! bear wont open himself up and tim's apologized!!!! he did!!! he doesn't even know what he did and he still apologized!!!!! and it changed nothing. bear doesn't talk to him or look at him or anything. nothing but polite professionalism.

and then one day, he sees bear on his balcony as he's swinging through the streets of gotham. and bear isn't doing anything special, he's just sitting there in sweats and no shirt and the moonlight hits his pecs just right and his shoulders are so broad and-

well he cant be blamed for stopping to take a peek, right? and maybe when he has has time he swings by more and more. just watching for longer and longer, until one day bear catches him. and as they stare at each other from opposite sides of the street, tim thinks this is it. the cold glances and frosty words are going to come back. bear's never gonna just sit on his balcony again. he's lost this too. but then-

oh.

bear sends him a hesitant wave and tim raises a trembling hand to wave back. and bear- well bear's mouth splits into a smile brilliant enough to rival the sun. beautiful like the sunrise. the promise of a new beginning. if he closes his eyes, tim thinks he can feel the sunlight's warm rays on him.

hes' hooked after that. he comes around again and again. one day bear lets him on the balcony. weeks later, bear's hugging him. weeks after that, tim's in bear's lap. and he knows it's not right. that bear thinks he's someone else. that bear doesnt want anything to do with him but how is he supposed to let this go? how is he supposed disentangle himself from bear's arms?

so he lies and he lies and he prays to any and every god he can think of, that he'll get to keep this. plus he's not really lying to bear, he's just... not talking about it! if bear asks, he'll tell him point blank. he swears it. but that's a problem for another day. things are looking up! bear said more than 5 sentences to him the other day and yesterday? he even got a small smile. it'll all work out. he'll be fine.

[sdvodieandvi]

just had what could be the most CURSED stardew au idea of all time. singing circus sort of like the greatest showman except theyre all just like fucking runaways who join the circus.

and then it got worse when i was like hey what is sebastian was hugh jackman (ringleader) and maru was zac efron (junior partner/apprentice) and their characters were the only things the same from the movie

penny and sam were like 'sibling act' acrobats. abigail breathes fire. and eats rocks. and also swallows swords. emily does fortune telling tricks and shit.

most of them are just there to be there and it's a musical too. like all they do is do silly dances and sing silly songs and travel around the world for fun. like it sounds so cursed and funny but like tbh...it sounds like a lot of fun to write

ALSO i think its worth mentioning that i was listening to rewrite the stars and i thought DAMN this would go hard as a maru/penny song. and thus, this

[didsomeonesaybuffet]

It isn’t often Dean gets to enjoy the quiet, so for now he relishes it. Feeling a warm spring breeze gracing the back of his neck and watching the cherry blossom petals dancing lazily to the sun drenched grass, which is still slick and glistening with morning dew – emerald green against the first hints of blue in the flowers that are just beginning to consider making their debut appearance for the year.

He looks up from the book he’s been pouring over – some old mushy romance novel he picked up from a yard sale a few towns back. He told Sam it was a sort of action thing; he told Cas the truth.

He lifts his face to the sun and lets the light just linger there, kissing each and every freckle as it warms him right to his core.

The Angel shifts beside him and a soft smile touches his lips. Slowly, he turns to face Cas, who is staring intently at the daisy between his index finger and thumb. Dean’s smile deepens as the warmth returns to his heart, this time without any involvement from the sun.

He fidgets, his arm brushing against Cas’, which seems to break whatever spell the daisy has on Cas, who looks at Dean with those soft blue eyes. At first he seems startled, as though he’d been as far from reality as anyone could be, but gazing into those green eyes that seem to have picked up some of the sun’s golden hues, he softens and grins.

‘Whatcha thinkin’ about, sunshine?’ Dean murmurs through his smile, all deep and honey-toned. Cas looks down at the flower in his fingers and then holds it up in front of Dean.

‘Just about the intricacy of this flower. Look at how perfect it is –‘ he passes the daisy to Dean, who holds it close to his face and considers it. ‘You see how the petals overlap? How the middle is such a bright yellow but none of the pollen stains the petals. And the very edges of the petals are pink – I just find them fascinating.’ He looks up at Dean, then, and almost forgets about the daisy as he takes in the soft way Dean considers the flower, the way the sunlight picks out each eyelash and the soft curve of Dean’s lips. Then Dean looks up at him and they share one of those smiles that makes Sam roll his eyes when he catches them.

Dean leans over and kisses Cas’ cheek before resting his head on the angel’s shoulder. He sighs deeply when Cas leans into him, inhaling the light scent of rose shampoo he’s always loved in Dean’s hair, before kissing the top of his head and relaxing into their usual relaxing-on-the-hood-of-the-car posture, which he’s sure he’d be happy to stay in forever, should the need arise.

In the back seat of the Impala, Sam looks up from the recipe book he picked up at that same yard sale (the cookies don’t sound too healthy, but they do sound good) to see why the sunlight was suddenly extinguished. He grins to himself, seeing his brother nestled into the Angel’s neck, Cas’ arm around Dean’s shoulder and their quiet mumbling carried into the car by the breeze.

‘Would you too get a room?’ He chides, holding back his laughter.

‘Shut it, bitch’ is all he gets back, but he can hear Cas’ affectionate eye roll and the smile in Dean’s voice.

Dean lifts his head from the Angel’s shoulder and rests his hand on top of Cas’, allowing their fingers to interlock a little and enjoying the way the sunlight glints off of the ring on the third finger on his left hand. ‘We should head off if we wanna make it for lunch – next town’s a couple hours away.’

Cas stands and pulls Dean with him, luring him into a tender kiss. Still smiling, he lets Dean go and walks back to the passenger door. Dean takes a moment to open his book, where he places the daisy that Cas gave him, taking one last wistful look at it before closing the pages and giving the book a gentle squeeze, hoping it would dry out nicely, just like all the others.

[greendalmatian]

comic i made by accident trying to figure out what i wanted to draw.

text transcription under the cut

WAAA I CAN'T DRAW ANYMORE NOTHING WORKS OUT

I NEVER WANT TO DRAW ANYMORE AND WHEN I FINALLY DO, I CANT. I WENT TO ART SCHOOL FOR 5 YEARS. IS THIS ITS FAULT?

IT FEELS LIKE I'M RUNNING THROUGH WET CONCRETE AND ITS RAPIDLY DRYING

I WANT ART TO BE FUN BUT I WANT MY ART TO BE GOOD PERFECT SELLABLE AMAZING I WANT TO MAKE ART TO BE SEEN AND ADMIRED AND INSPIRING AND I CAN ONLY DO THAT IF ITS PERFECT

I WANTED TO BE A FAMOUS ARTIST WHEN I GREW UP. I DON'T WANT THAT ANYMORE. I JUST WANT ART TO BE FUN. AND I WANT PEOPLE TO LIKE MY ART TOO. AND TO REMEMBER PEOPLE DO.

i feel like i haven't made any progress with my art for years. i feel like i'm not good at it at all anymore and maybe i never was. maybe i just had more confidence. I want to draw completely differently. but i feel like my heads clogged with old habits. i think those old habits look bad when i draw them now. they look good in old art.

the last time i felt like this was so long ago i handled it differently. i wasn't angry i didn't care. but art is who i am right? how can i be anything else? i think i'm in a rut again. i feel like i can't draw ever again.

but i always draw anyway. no matter what. i feel like this when i can't draw and then i go and make a piece i really like a week later. I've done this since i was 12. way before i used this character to represent me. I'll probably do this until i die.

well.

maybe i'll make a more coherent comic the next time it happens. i'll probably just go throw rocks at the ground.

[allaboutthedrama]

Tennis

It’s a very cold morning. He can feel it seeping in through his pajama pants, the stone step he sits on sapping the warmth from his skin. His eyes are closed, and he has a cigarette dangling from two fingers, choosing smoke over breathing in the cool March air.

They didn’t used to have early mornings. Not before last November. But Harry’s nightmares are still so bad that they will often just choose to stay up once the sun starts to slip into view on the horizon, rather than wait to be awoken by another bout of screaming in an hour.

Harry’s not screaming now, though. He’s toddling around the garden after Padfoot. They’re playing together. Sometimes it seems that the big black beast is the only thing that makes Harry feel safe. He keeps his eyes closed, listening to the sound of the little boy’s laugh, and trying not to compare, to ask himself if it sounds more like Lily’s or James’s. 

After a few minutes, he feels a soft thud by his foot, and finally opens his eyes, heavy as they are. His cigarette has burned down to the filter, and he stubs it out. The dog has dropped a lime green tennis ball by his socked foot, and sits staring up at him, tail wagging. Harry is close behind. He sighs, and leans in to scratch behind the great dog’s ears, then bends down and picks up the ball. “Harry,” he calls to his young charge, “Catch!” 

Harry does not catch the ball, but stumbles after it, and Padfoot stays sitting by him for another moment, before resting his head on his knee. Remus closes his eyes once more. They’re both so tired.

@wolfstarmicrofic

[wolfythewitch]

jesus in the hades art style

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[dragoncarrion]

you tell a bitch to keep their cat indoors and suddenly their town is the first in the world to have eradicated every viral, bacterial and parasitic disease, they invented completely harmless cars, dogs and predators dont exist either but somehow the native songbird population is fine since the cats in this place have lost the hunting instinct, there's no pollutants or toxic plants and human cruelty has ceased to exist. and mr mittens has a chip in his brain that will explode if he doesnt go outside 10 hours of the day

[unsung-idiot]

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[gabrielisdead]

finally I got them all

[ladychlo]

Motaz Azaiza interviewed by Ajstream after fleeing Gaza, please do watch the whole interview...

[crow-caller]

as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.

[yeah-yeah-beebiss-1]

in case you were wondering how things went down at the pokemon world championships this weekend:

-during the top 8 of the TCG masters division, chilean player fernando cifuentes was running a gimmick deck that consisted exclusively of four iron thorns ex and a whole ton of control-focused trainer cards in a strategy that either completely shuts down opponents or shits the bed entirely

-through skillful play and some good luck, fernando made it through 2 days in a tournament with over 1100 players to get to the quarterfinals

-fernando lost 2-0 to ian robb, who was running regidrago vstar (widely considered one of the best decks in the current format)

-in an overexuberant victory celebration, ian did what can only be described as a jacking-off gesture, on a stream with tens of thousands of viewers run by a company with very firm player conduct expectations

-the judges determined that this warranted a penalty of game loss, but for some reason, rather than applying it to ian’s next game in the semifinals, they applied it to the one he had just won in the top 8

-(it should be noted that the prize money for making top 8 is $15k while top 4 is $20k, so this jerking gesture cost ian robb $5,000)

-nearly an hour after fernando came to terms with his loss and the end of an impressive run, he was told that he was to get back on stream because he’s now playing in the semifinals due to winning by default

-the player he was up against in the semifinals was playing a deck (miraidon) that happens to get shut down hard by iron thorns’s gimmick, so fernando wins the semifinals

-said player, jesse parker, had notably had an undefeated run throughout the whole tournament up to this point, and likely would have continued that streak had his intended semifinal opponent not gotten a game loss penalty for miming a lewd act on stream

-meanwhile, the other semifinal winner is japan’s seinosuke shiokawa, running a deck (roaring moon) that players had largely written off as underwhelming months ago

-the grand finals are on the following day, so saturday evening was abuzz with a lot of people baffled by the absurdity of the situation

-come sunday afternoon, the grand finals are set to begin, with fernando cifuentes running iron thorns and seinosuke shiokawa running roaring moon

-it should be noted here that the roaring moon deck doesn’t rely very much on abilities, so iron thorns’s gimmick has very little effect - this is basically an even matchup

-fernando wins the first game of the set, and seinosuke wins the second

-the third and final game of the set is a bonafide cheek-clencher, with both players reaching a state where a single KO will win the game, but fernando manages to clinch it at the last minute

-and that’s the story of how a guy pretending to jork it led to the first instance of a pokemon world champion who also lost the quarterfinals

[atalana]

the curse of adhd:

i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text

i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text