#because quality over quantity

[rice-x2]

i miss trigun guys (<- literally hasnt even finished trimax yet)

[ninewheels]

Black Sails Screen Time Breakdown

(Episode-by-episode listing at the link above)

Captain James Flint / Lt. James McGraw – 469:09 "Long" John Silver – 335:46 Eleanor Guthrie – 269:53 Captain Jack Rackham – 214:51 Max – 181:19 William "Billy Bones" Manderly – 163:57 Captain Charles Vane – 139:21 Governor Woodes Rogers – 130:52 Anne Bonny – 126:42 Madi – 84:29

Miranda Barlow / Miranda Hamilton – 83:15 Mr. Scott – 56:43 Hal Gates – 56:20 Dufresne – 48:44 Augustus Featherstone – 46:59 Captain Edward "Blackbeard" Teach – 46:03 Captain Benjamin Hornigold – 34:44 Mrs. Hudson – 34:16 Dooley – 32:43 De Groot – 29:56 Israel Hands – 29:38 Richard Guthrie – 28:07 Idelle – 22:53 Captain Berringer – 21:46 Joji – 21:36 The Maroon Queen – 20:51 Lord Peter Ashe – 20:17 Abigail Ashe – 20:14 Lord Thomas Hamilton – 17:59 Marion Guthrie – 17:50 Randall – 16:47 Ben Gunn – 15:58 Mrs. Mapleton – 15:34 Kofi – 14:57 Captain Ned Low – 14:55 Frasier – 14:26 Muldoon – 14:20 Jacob Garrett – 13:58 Pastor Lambrick – 12:52 Logan – 12:38 Eme – 11:42 Dr. Howell – 9:42 Vincent – 9:23 Jenks – 9:01 Lt. Utley – 8:50 Hamund – 8:02 Captain Bryson – 8:00 Morley – 7:51 Ellers – 7:14 Captain Chamberlain – 6:58 Soames – 6:55 Joshua – 6:48 Obi – 6:47 Singleton – 6:34 Ruth – 6:26 Lt. Kendrick – 6:22 Zaki – 6:18 Meeks – 5:37 Julius – 5:33 Wayne – 5:23 Captain Naft – 5:20

[qksxzo]

Levi with a female reader :)

Reader is feeling depressed and Levi tries to cheer her up in his own Levi way. You may choose what that is.

sorry for the delay in this ! trying to schedule out my posts while i’m on vacay 😋 i had to think hard about how i wanted to write this so i hope it does not disappoint 🙏💕 i would find a place to end it and think no… this won’t do… anyways, thank you for requesting!!

as the seasons come and go

wc: 0.9k

wrapped up in your comforter, you sigh as you look out your window, rain falling heavily against your window with a vengeance. gloomy winter days like this always got you down, your seasonal depression grabbing you and shaking you vigorously to remind you the sun wouldn’t be present as often as you needed. you sigh, continuing to stare out the window glumly as you squeeze your comforter tighter around yourself.

suddenly, a teacup is placed onto your nightstand with a soft thunk, and you shift your gaze to the male blocking your view before focusing on the steaming ivory cup.

“staying in bed all day won’t help you feel better.” levi says, his tone soft to offset the harsh reality.

the bed dips underneath his weight, and he rests a hand on your hip gently, rubbing his thumb against the thick fabric of your comforter.

“i just feel so down.” you say, the tightness in your throat trying to catch your words. of course, at the admission of your feelings, you feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes before you quickly unravel from your coziness to wipe them away.

“sit up.” he orders, though his voice is so gentle not even a mouse would be frightened.

you do as he says, shifting yourself so you have one leg bent while the other sprawls beneath your blanket. resting your arm on your knee and futilely attempting to bat your tears away with your other hand, you let out a shaky breath to try to contain the cries you want to let out.

lacking the words to comfort you, levi opts to reach out to grasp your occipital, gently pulling your head to rest on his chest, “you don’t have to hold back around me.”

with a short sob, what feels like a tsunami’s worth of tears floods from your eyes and you wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing him impossibly closer to you. he smells of woody bergamot and musk, and you take a labored inhale before returning to ugly crying all over his light gray shirt.

“i’m so sorry,” you cry, and his brows contort in confusion before you continue, “i’m going to ruin your shirt with my snot.”

he scoffs, “as if i give a shit about my shirt right now.”

you let out what sounds like a mix of a sob and a laugh before you return to both crying and snotting uncontrollably into his chest. he rubs your back soothingly as you catch your breath a few minutes later, your body heaving with exhaustion. truthfully, levi has never been good with dealing with emotions, but for you he gives it his best effort. he’s seen you depressed before, especially when the sun doesn’t shine for longer than ten hours, and though lack of cleanliness bothers him immensely, he doesn’t mind when it’s you.

even when your dirty clothes pile up in the corner of your shared closet with him, he picks them up without a word of malice. even when you leave your dirty dishes by your bedside, he cares so deeply that he repeats the process.

if it meant he got to be with you forever he would gladly clean up after you when you could barely get out of bed- a small price to pay for an eternity with you.

“do you want to talk about it?”

god, you thought, “i’m so embarrassing.”

“when you say stupid shit like that, yeah.”

“i just feel like such a loser, levi. i can’t even shower without feeling exhausted and drained after, then i just rot in bed again.”

he hits a wall here, how does he tell you you’re way too self-critical of yourself without coming off as harsh or uncompassionate, “you’re not a loser. far from it.”

“you’re not very convincing.” you say hoarsely.

“well, you’ll just have to trust me then.” he says matter-of-factly, dropping his hand to rub your thigh with his thumb. “listen, i’m not the best with words, but i won’t lie to you. i would never lie to you, especially about how i see you.”

“i don’t even know what you see in me.” you choke on your words, letting out a small and swift shit escape your lips before you turn to reach for the tea that you had neglected in the midst of your breakdown.

“i see alot of things, most- if not all- of them good.”

you sigh into the cup with a sense of relief, he’d made you a london fog- your favorite. your eyes widen, you had run out of earl grey a few days ago, and you had coffee this morning due to that fact. this meant that levi must have gone to your favorite tea trader almost an hour away just to make this for you.

just to make you feel better.

suddenly you feel like crying all over again, but this time out of adoration for the stoic man in front of you, “did you go out of your way just to make me some tea?”

he turns his head to look to the floor, “it wasn’t out of my way.”

was he… shy?

your heart swells so much you think it might burst behind your rib cage as you take another sip of the tea, “i don’t deserve you.”

“you’re right, you deserve more.”

“stop it!” you swat his chest, “you’re perfect for me. i love you.”

he looks back to you, a trace of a smile on his face as he places a hand on top of your head to ruffle your hair gently, “i love you, yn. now are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

you take a deep breath taking a savory sip of your tea fusion before placing it on the coaster sitting on your nightstand. “promise you won’t judge me?”

“i would never judge the person i intend on marrying.”

with a blush and your trillionth sigh of the day, you open your mouth to relay your shortcomings to him, suddenly feeling as if you could breathe freely so long as he was around.

[spoiledskullz]

First 4 art fight attacks (2024)

for @ivelte

for @aphantimes

for @zhampip

for @zeezu-ix

[sciderman]

uncanny x-force (2010) #5

[pondhue]

i love reading people's replies and tags and comments but not in a "obsessed with numbers/placing my value on interactions" way. i mean it in a, "wow. i love this thing so much. and people also love this thing. and they love the thing i made out of love and appreciation i have for said thing and we can love and appreciate it together" way.

[onesnoopyaday]

Snoopy #5

6/10/2024

[ant1quarian]

Can I have uhhhh… Witherborn Classic and Nightmare for the ‘SO being used as a hostage’ ask, please?

Classic's elusive and light-footed. If you've been taken, all hell is going to break loose. Not only is he absolutely hunting that fuck down but when he strikes it'll be swift and lethal- and very likely highly painful.

Nightmare's going to commit genocide.

[queenlua]

it's interesting how i'm willing to forgive HUGE continuity/consistency/coherency errors if a book has a pedal-to-the-metal, balls-to-the-wall, bro-i've-just-done-so-many-drugs-get-in-the-fucking-car kinda vibe

but if a book is merely "pretty good" and "pretty normal" but commits one-too-many subtle continuity errors i get irate

[sunlightfeeling]

lowkey want to reblog that Popeye post and be like “why, out of everything I’ve posted, did this one break containment?”

Like it’s a good shoot! But I’ve posted better ones but I guess it isn’t really about that….its just timing and who’s reblogging it.

—

But also people can read notes (and this post I guess…if they care that much…which……) so maybe I’ll keep my mouth shut

I love and appreciate the likes and reblogs always but…….

…whatever I’ll shut my mouth and sit and enjoy like a good gorl

[camping-with-monsters]

A relatively new addition to the cast of Duck Duck Goose, this is the malevolent and ill-tempered Little Bo Peep!

A ruthless little girl of blood and wool, she’s got a thin patience to those that oppose the goal of the sheep. She’s got quite the arsenal around her— a widespread flock of friendly looking little lambs that are much less cutesy when in battle. With relentless little manic sheep that are spotted all over the place, the sheep are spoken to have a vendetta against canine-kind and all things wolf-related, as they’ve grown tired of being thrown around and hunted so mercilessly by all the real big bad wolves of the world. When prey becomes predator, a leader is to be crowned to remind of the motive— and this is where Bo Peep— a girl perfectly fit for the job— comes into play.

Little Bo Peep is the human protector of these wooly little animals, and she’s been crowned to represent what they want— revenge; against all who have ever feasted their chop and harvested their wool. She’s uptight and snobbish— a total brat far too spoiled beyond repair. She makes the utmost perfect host for controlling, frolicking alongside the flock as it continues to flourish and grow. The sheep and their leader are the living proof not to trust all things cute and cuddly. In fact, they’re all proof that trust is a fragile virtue granted and destroyed— all you have to do is look into the gaze of Bo Peep the wrong way and you’ll find yourself with wool over your eyes!

Special thanks to @pazam, @menthum-mint and @shroingushour for some help with ideas for the finalized design! I had a little bit of trouble making her outfit a little more interesting initially, haha!

[dreamlanddeluxe]

I need to draw how I used to I’m looking back on my old stuff like man. I used to put more effort into this whole art thing

[creativesplat]

I'm so excited for MiphLink week 2023, but like, the general theme of the stuff I've done is: "Who's motivation, I don't know her" and "Welp... it's good enough..." because this splat ran out of time and she's sorry ✌️

[coratorium]

when i was 12 i was cursed by a warlock to only get really into games with a lot of potential that they continually struggle to live up to, trapping me eternally in a vicious cycle of hope and disappointment

[lightbulb-warning]

16 classmates means 256 potential dynamics to explore if we only consider 1 on 1 interactions (which i will! ...until this sentence ends) and that means 256 drawings. considering that group interactions exist and it can be any combo that is... a way larger number.

i have 2 hands, 0 time and too much ambition!!

haha! oh no.

[falleraatje]

that mood when you want to read other people's writing but whenever you do it just makes you feel a hundred times worse about your own stuff