#awake and be ready

[sergioguymanproust]

There goes Christmas! Haaa!We create beautiful objects to celebrate,to show our roots and even build a display every year ,light up a tree and share gifts .Each decoration is unique and light up a tree . We are all inspired and happy but we celebrate and are perfectly aware that other religions despise this ritual and consider it a lie .The message here is simply to be humble and respectful of others beliefs and values.Not arrogant and vindictive,not selfish and blind with rage for that only reveals the beast in you ,remember that you too will die one day and with you all that darkness will indeed follow you.So , if this glass ornament shatters so be it, must be strong inside and do not allow any difference to consume you .Be strong and smile.Show your humanity not your darkness. Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

[justaz]

thinking about arthur who has crazy quick reflexes and is a relatively light sleeper who woke up to the sound of someone in his room and saw merlin crouched down messing with his keys before softly asking “whatre you doing?…before breakfast?”

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 206

There seems to have been a bit of a misunderstanding, Ellie is realizing as she opens the door- in her pajamas no less- to the freaking Justice League. Either that or they’re gonna’ have to go on the run from something her brothers or Vlad did. 

…

What do you mean Jazz blew up a building?! Without inviting them?!

[sergioguymanproust]

We are temporarily one minute we are a fuzzy little crying baby in a fetal position ,the next we are fully grown with fears and seeking answers about life,then we fall never to get up ,we are on the way to heaven .We barely knew a life full of mysteries and pleasures.Civilizations went by in the blink of an eye ,and one minute I was an Egyptian and the next I was a German. What happened I ask myself, and out of a blue sky the answer came ,reincarnation happened . I’m back again in this world and walking amid ruins ,who am I this time? A guardian of antiquities,a soul among ghosts.I continue to exist but I must confess this time I’m much more alive than I ever was in my past reincarnations. I drink my tea sweetened and feel every sip ,unlike before ,my country is in turmoil but somehow I feel at peace among these pillars .You don’t know me but my heart beats just like yours .My message is one of peace and joy .We must step outside of our shell and broken ego and embrace our inner self. Breathe deeply and kiss the salty air.Say openly and loud how grateful we are to be here alive,because tomorrow we will never know.Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

Hassan Ammar | AP

[choccymilllk]

HALLOOO donations for this is still ongoing :33 ,!!

[slavhew]

dreaming of friends

[pose reference: Reunion by Salman Toor (2018)]

[vigilskeep]

huge fan of lucanis’ “if i could... i want... forgive me. i’m not certain what i wish to say” line if you go see him after the almost kiss because it sounds SO stilted that he has one hundred percent been drafting this sentence in his mind for hours. and yet this is all he achieves. mind boggling

[natashasbanner]

I'm still not over Rio immediately defending Agatha to Jen and Lilia about killing her original coven and then flat out refusing to leave her with her mother during the trial. Like Jen said, she was ready to slit her throat not thirty seconds earlier? Causing physical harm is fine, but emotional damage is off limits? Gotcha.

She can heal physical wounds, not emotional ones.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Too many fucks in the hotel kitchen (most of them thankfully not literal) (MOST of them)

Angel Dust: “Are you TRYIN’ to kill me???”

Vaggie: “If I was, I wouldn’t have missed.”

Angel Dust: “YOUR SPEAR ALMOST SHAVED OFF MY CHEST FLUFF”

Vaggie: “You looked at Charlie and said ‘ugh’.”

Angel Dust: “No shit I said UGH! Your girlfriend’s oozing demonic tar all over the kitchen!”

Vaggie: “So? She’s allowed to have midnight snacks without being a night person.”

Angel Dust: “Not all over my bagel she isn’t!”

Charlie: “???bAGeL???”

Angel Dust: “Oh hell no you don’t-”

Vaggie: “Give her the bagel and it’ll give me time to make pancakes.”

Charlie: “!!!!!!pAN-----CAkEsssssss!!!”

Angel Dust: “…you’re fucking one fucking creepy lady, lady.”

Vaggie: “Shows what you know, asshole. She’s absolutely adorable, aren’t you Charlie?”

Charlie: “~~~~HEHEHEH~~~ iM cUUUTe~~~”

Angel Dust: “Motherfucker… these damn pancakes had better be worth it.”

Vaggie: “The fuck said I was making you any?”

Angel Dust: “What th- I gave your creepy girl my bagel!”

Vaggie: “And called her creepy.”

Angel Dust: “I made a sacrifice out of the goodness of my heart and this is what I get for it? That was my fucking bagel! RESPECT MY FUCKING BAGEL, BITCH!!”

Husk: “Who the fuck let him fuck the bagels again.”

Angel Dust: “Oh fff-uck me.”

Vaggie: “Again?”

Charlie: “Bagel-ssS? PLURAL???”

Angel Dust: “Blame Husky voice over there, he dared me to!”

Husk: “I said don’t fuck up that bagel.”

Angel Dust: “See?? Listen to the way he’s sayin’ it! So I had ta! And it was just the one time!”

Vaggie: “WHEN was this ‘one time’.”

Angel Dust: “…Uhh…”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “Babe. Drop the bagel.”

Charlie: “Suddenly I’m very awake now and really wish I wasn’t.”

- NEW HOTEL RULE ANNOUNCEMENT-

57.) No fucks in the kitchen. Not of any kind. Don’t even say the word while you’re in there, it’s too fucking dangerous.

[mushroomnoodles]

cw/tw for sfw and nonfetish mpreg, implied vomiting (plus simon has a bit on his mouth) anddd.. mild body horror? it depicts golbaby going through a growth spurt and simon is in a lotta pain

third trimester growth spurts almost always end up with simon puking. ordinarily simon was able to keep himself quiet enough to not disturb betty too much but emptying your stomach isn't exactly silent

betty started sleeping beside simon after this btw. she says thats fucked up. i am genuinely horrified. simon you need like. emotional support. she knew about the growth spurts before, obviously, but never witnessed one in action.

[infinite-orangepeel]

i fixed him ! he’s ready for season 5 now !

[mylittlecrow]

it only took me five years but i finally finished that video i promised lmao

[phatcatphergus]

Ugh I can’t stop thinking about how tubbo didn’t even stop to slip into the coach/purgatory mentality because he was already there. He had been stuck in purgatory the entire time he’s been back and purgatory 2 just escalated the signs. He didn’t have to stop and think about what to do when dapper was downed, he just did it.

He’s been waiting for this moment the entire time because he knows that someone is going to stab him in the back eventually. He’s been waiting for things to go back to normal and he can feel at home again. He’s been waiting for the world to right itself and fuck him over so he can fill show who he is and get back into the space he needs to without other people being appalled at him.

He never truly came back from purgatory, he just knew how to hide the fact that he isn’t home.

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Request from @bleakoutlo to draw Ralsei weaving a scarf; I had to watch a few videos to understand how weaving worked in order to draw him doing this, which ended up being a really nice way to pass the time during the inclement weather today :D drawing the loom was a ton of fun too once I started to understand how it worked, so I really liked working on this one. Thank you for the request!

[aclosetfan]

I started this draft a long time ago based on a joke text post that goes around tumblr fandom spaces, but i can't find a link anymore. my mutuals love the greens as the secretly soft couple and i think the post fits the vibe perfectly, so here’s my spoof 😭😭

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The kitchen clock read around 9 p.m., but their apartment was midnight silent. Butch sat in front of the tv, playing his video game. He kept the volume on low and muted his mic. As much as he wanted to cuss out his team, Buttercup was already asleep.

Townsville had been keeping Buttercup and her sisters busy for the last week. She was up early and in bed late, with no break in sight. He thought it was bullshit that she couldn't, at least, eat an actual dinner, but he was saving that argument for later when the dark circles under her eyes had receded slightly, and he didn't feel like such a shithead for not being able to do more to protect her.

Tonight, she had come home to him battered, bruised, and bone-tired. He had picked up her favorite take-out, and they had settled on the couch to watch a movie. They had made it about twenty minutes into the horrible B-rated horror flick when Buttercup's soft, tired snores reached his ears.

He had been only slightly disappointed. While this had been their first night together in a long time, he had been happy to see her sleeping, so he had scooped her up and placed her in bed with a kiss on the forehead.

That had been two hours ago.

He paused his game when Buttercup floated back into the living room. She wore their comforter like a cape and rubbed at her bleary eyes with a frown.

"Hey, babe," He smiled, opening his arms wide for her.

Buttercup didn't need further invitations. She plopped down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Youse warm," She spoke into his chest.

"Bad or good warm?"

"Good."

He laughed, "Are you cold?"

"Mm."

"Come’ere then." He shuffled her around into a more comfortable position so he could still play his game with her wrapped around him. "Comfortable?"

"Mhm." She nodded, her head resting on his shoulder. "Couldn't sleep without you."

"Well, sleep now, I ain't goin' anywhere."

"Don't wanna," she said through a yawn, nuzzling into his chest. "Miss you."

Butch's heart skipped a beat as if they were still teenagers and he was still hiding his miserable crush on her.

He didn't say anything back. He didn't have the words, but he held her close to him, rubbing small circles into her back and peppering kisses to the crown of her head. Her breath pleasantly tickled his neck as she fell back asleep.

He enjoyed her dead weight and marveled, not for the first time, over the fact that this was his life now—safe with Buttercup. He could act like himself, here, with her, not as some demonic entity's tool.

And it was all thanks to her.

And he was such an idiot for fighting it for so long.

His heart skipped another beat, and he held her even closer.

"You deserve an award, putting up with me." He whispered, thinking she was asleep.

"You’re m’award." She whispered back.

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(BONUS)

The main overhead light in their bedroom flicked on as the door banged open.

"Bubbles!" Boomer jumped onto the bed. "Bubbles! I made a lil' midnight snackieee. Do you want some?"

Bubbles' eyes snapped open with the fury of a thousand suns. Boomer stood above her, obnoxiously chewing whatever unholy midnight concoction he had slaved over. The kitchen was likely a mess.

"It’s two in the morning," She squeaked, squinting against the overhead light, "and you're getting crumbs all over me!"

"Yeah! I was craving something crunchy!" Boomer beamed, but his mouth was full of food, so his stupid explanation was garbled and only pissed her off further.

She wiped spittle crumbs off her face and flopped over on her side. "No, I'm tired. Go back to playing your video games."

"Ugh!" Boomer groaned, flopping down on the bed, "It got boringgg when Butch logged off. Let's do something else!"

"Sleep."

"That's boring too," Boomer pouted, tugging her shoulder until she faced him again. "Hey, by the way, why didn’t you say I love you when you went to bed? I was like hey babe, goodnight! Love you! And you were like, night, like what’s with that, huh? You love me, right?"

Guilt pierced her heart for a second, but then she remembered it was two in the morning. "I love you," she said.

Boomer regarded her momentarily, then addressed her dryly, "Well, it doesn’t sound sincere now!"

"Boomer." She seethed. "What time is it?"

He squinted at the alarm clock, "About two!"

"And how long have I been asleep?"

"Four hours and thirteen minutes!"

"I need more than four hours and thirteen minutes! We've been over this. I'm so tired."

Boomer frowned, putting his snack to the side. "I'm doing it again, aren't I? I'm sorry. It's just that I can't sleep, and I miss you, Bubs, that's all."

This time, the guilt stayed. She knew about his nightmares, after all.

Bubbles sat up to cup his face with her hand. She kissed his cheek and said, "Oh, Boomer, it's okay, silly. I'm sorry. It's just been a long week. I'll make a midnight snack with you tomorrow."

Another bright smile broke out across his face, and he wrapped her up in a big hug before laying her back on the bed.

"Bubbie," He announced, "you deserve an award for putting up with me!"

"I really do." Bubbles smiled serenely, pulling the covers up over her head, "You’re a real dumbass sometimes. Now, go away."

[sciderman]

Jinx monsoon is the queen I showed you and you said would do a good deadpool

oh yeah slay

it's not about the voice, really, but it is about the theatricality. we as a society need a real drama queen to play wade wilson. someone exactly this degree of extra.