#black from the future

[yellodisney]

[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[mic-check-stims]

Dripped out Bakura eats shit and dies on the stairs stimboard

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[triglycercule]

horrortale waterfall game broke me sorry (hey just like horror!)

[ultravioletbrit]

“linger” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 904 words

“stories” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 18 - @noblehouseofgay

Regulus is waiting outside the Winter Festival with Sirius and Remus.

“Stop fidgeting.” Sirius slaps Regulus hand away from where he’s fidgeting with the hem of his jumper.

“He’s late.” Regulus mumbles.

“He’s two minutes late. Calm down.”

“What if he saw me, turned around and left?” Regulus asks nervously.

“It’s not a blind date, Reggie. He’s very aware of what you look like.” Sirius rolls his eyes.

“But he’s never seen me on a date. What if he saw how I look on a date and decided—”

“Regulus.” Remus cuts him off and nods towards the parking lot.

Regulus turns around and his nerves increase tenfold when he see James and by the time he stops in front of them Regulus feels like he can’t breathe.

“Hi!” James smiles brightly.

“Hi.” Regulus whispers.

“Sorry I’m a little late, I was here… I was… erm… I…” James trails off rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Sirius snorts. “He was nervous and has been sitting in his car for the last 20 minutes.” It’s not a question and James doesn’t correct him he just blushes and glares at Sirius.

“Sirius, leave him alone.” Remus tells him. “Should we go?” He asks and pulls Sirius into the festival without giving anyone a chance to answer. Regulus and James fall into step behind them.

It’s only quiet for a moment before Sirius turns around. “So, should we start with baby pictures or embarrassing stories from his childhood?” He asks James with a cheeky grin and Regulus’ eyes grow wide with panic. “Oh, calm down, Reggie. Like he hasn’t already heard embarrassing stories from your childhood.” Sirius smirks and Regulus freezes.

Remus grabs Sirius’ shoulders and turns him back around. “Leave them alone.” He hisses in Sirius' ear as they continue walking.

Regulus and James wait a moment longer, then followed behind them. “I haven’t heard embarrassing stories about you.” James tries to reassure him and Regulus huffs disbelievingly. “I really haven’t. Honestly, he would probably be embarrassed for you to find out how much he gushes about you. He’s only ever told us how great you are. It’s actually kind of intimidating.” James clears his throat. “It could erm… could probably make some guys feel a little insecure and really nervous to be…” James trails off when Regulus stops and looks at him.

“You… you’re nervous?” Regulus asks quietly, and James give him a shy shrug. Regulus narrows his eyes incredulously and James purses his lips to the side and looks away sheepishly. After a moment, he looks back at Regulus with an unspoken question in his eyes. They exchange several glances with varying emotions having a bit of a silent conversation that basically says ‘yeah, we’re both nervous.’

They both seem to relax a little and they start walking again. But as soon as they catch up, Sirius turns around.

“Okay, how about some embarrassing stories about Prongs?” Sirius asks, wiggling his eyebrows. “And I definitely have embarrassing pictures.” He pulls out his phone and James groans under his breath.

“Sirius.” Remus snaps. “Leave. them. alone.”

Sirius fusses a bit but Remus pulls him forward and James continues behind them. Regulus stops to linger at one of the booths and after a moment, he feels James come up beside him.

“We shouldn’t have done this.” Regulus whispers.

“Oh.” James says sadly.

“Not this.” Regulus gestures between the two of them. “That.” He waves dismissively in Sirius’ direction. “I don’t know why we thought a double date would be smart.” Regulus sighs.

“Because he wouldn’t let me take you out otherwise.” James says simply.

“What?!” Regulus’ head snaps to look at James.  

“Yeah, he said I could only ask you out if he came with us.”

“I don’t need a chaperon, James.” Any remaining nerves are instantly replaced with irritation. “And what do you mean, let you? Like he needs to give you permission?”

James’ nerves also seem to be slipping away, and have been replaced with a cocky, relaxed smirk that only irritates Regulus more.

“What?” Regulus snaps.

“I agreed to a double date for our first date, but I also told him that’s all he gets. He’s not allowed on any other dates unless specifically planned or invited. No randomly showing up where we are. No ‘oh, that’s where I left this’ if we’re hanging out in the living room. No barging in or sabotaging us in any way… and he said ‘okay’.” He shrugs then pauses for a moment. “Plus, I was going to ask you out either way, but this way, any future dates will be Sirius-free.”

Regulus’ irritation is slowly melting away and he narrows his eyes at James.

“You think there’ll be future dates?” Regulus raises an eyebrow with the hint of a smile.

James smiles back and steps into Regulus’ space. He slowly lifts his hand and tucks a curl behind Regulus’ ear.

“Only if you want there to be.” James answers with a bright smile as Regulus leans into the touch.    

“Sirius! Leave them alone!” Remus’ voice breaks them out of their moment and they look over to see Sirius holding up his phone.  

“What? I need embarrassing first date pictures!” Sirius defends himself and looks at his phone with a huff, “Well, that’s not embarrassing at all.” He complains. “That’s sickeningly adorable.” James grins and Regulus leans into his side a bit, letting James’ arm wrap around his shoulder. Regulus gives his brother a small, smug smile. “Ugh, you two are going to be insufferable, aren’t you?” Sirius whines.

“Sirius.” Remus rolls his eyes and pulls Sirius away again. “Leave them alone.”

[sysig]

How far did you get? (Patreon)

[lostthingy]

rough idea for an equinox skin

[linterteatime]

All (or most) of Zim's costumes/outfits/alternative universe versions/whatever (3/3)

(Group 1 here, group 2 here)

[losver07]

sirius: moony, hey, can we talk for a sec?

remus: i... um, sure.

sirius: okay, good. so, i'm not trying to call you out or anything, i've just noticed that, since i came out, you're not feeling quite as comfortable as before, and... i guess just wanted to know if you have any problem with me. like, i really want to know, and, you know, try and fix things.

remus: i don't—okay, i... fuck, look, you've done nothing wrong. i mean, i don't care that you're gay or bi or whatever you are, that's cool. i'm the one who's got the problem.

sirius: oh. okay, um... can you try and explain to me how you feel, then? i want to help.

remus: i don't think it'll make any sense to you. like, it's all a stupid mess in my head, i'm not sure i understand myself, to be honest.

sirius: can you try?

remus: i... yeah. okay. yes, i'll try. (takes a deep breath) okay, so, right now, everything is like—you know those songs you really like, though you've never really paid attention to their lyrics? you love them, you play them all the time and you dance to them and all; they're, you know, a part of your life. but, you've never—you've never actually listened to what they were saying. and then one day you have to learn them and understand them and you... and the song changes completely. and you like it way more. you liked it before, but now it's like... it's different. it means something different to you. and then it's sort of awkward, like, you don't wanna dance to that song anymore because you used to do that when you didn't get it, and now it sort of means something different to you, but, like, it's still the same song, so it shouldn't, but you really fucking like the lyrics, you like them so much it just feels wrong to... fuck, i'm not making any sense, i'm sorry.

sirius: no, i understand.

remus: believe me, you don't. it's—i'ts stupid. i'm just being a dick, that's all.

sirius: you're not. (takes remus's head in his hands and kisses him) you know, i really fucking like your lyrics too.

[ellennieel]

do you ever think about cardan truly feeling at home in faerieland only after becoming the high king? that he always must've felt as an outcast, an unwanted son, like he doesn't belong, like he has to prove something, that he was eaten alive by his own hatred, by fear and anger. he was just that one excentric youngest prince whom his father doesn't even want to see. his own mother doesn't love him. too young, too weak, too mean.

and then suddenly faerieland at its core is his beating heart, he is the lifeblood, he does not only finally feel like he belongs, faerieland is him. he is genuinely a good king, he is loved, he raised an isle from the bottom of the sea. and it's the deepest connection that can ever be.

because i do.​

[uhhlifeig]

Incarcerous - April 17 - word count: 119 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“Moony!” Sirius exclaimed, nearly falling out of his chair in his haste to get up. James and Peter snickered from across the table, exchanging looks of glee.

“Hey, Pads. You said you wanted to show me something?”

“Yeah. See, I found this spell, and I thought it might be helpful for your project.” He picked up his book and pointed at the page it was open on, which read Incarcerous. “You might need to tie your mini-raft for Transfig with ropes, so I found this for you.”

“That’s sweet,” Remus grinned, pecking Sirius on the cheek. “Thanks. I’ll be sure to use it, alright?”

His boyfriend flushed a light shade of pink as their friends cackled in the background.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Predation. [Patreon | Commissions]

[badnewswhatsleft]

(x) tlotro growl + joe guitar tapping closeup + patrick skipping behind pete with an arm squeeze + patrick getting extremely cunty with it

[sunnyupsidedown]

Currently thinking about Laila brushing Jean’s hair and maybe she's noticing dispersed streaks of silver mixed in with his dark strands that twinkle like the tails of shooting stars in a midnight sky. Not enough to draw much attention unless you get up close like she is but enough to make her deeply sad. She doesn’t say anything, but her hands might gentle even more as they pull the brush through his hair.

Then flash forward 2, maybe 3 years later and Jean is visiting Laila and Cat’s home and Laila gestures with a hairbrush for Jean to sit in front of her spot on the couch. He knows the drill and complies. Jean leans his head into the familiar touch and Laila has to pause mid-stroke as she notices again. The silver is still there in places, but it’s different. It’s so much less than what was woven in the choppy strands Jean wouldn’t let her trim all those years ago.

And when Jean starts to look back, Laila quickly hides her watery eyes with a quick kiss to the crown of his head.

[ishgard]

shadowbringer

[starleska]

can we talk about the brilliant execution of Dot and Bubble's big reveal!!!

i am still absolutely gobsmacked by what a well-written episode Dot and Bubble is. startling, disarming, confrontational, and tremendously impactful. and holy shit i really really want to talk about how excellent the 'twist' (which really should've been obvious in retrospect 😭 was done):

as a white person it took me about ten minutes to clock that Lindy's friend group were a nightmare Aryan Tupperware Party collective: all white, all blue-eyed, and even Gothic Paul was dressed in blues and whites, with no black at all. but you know how i responded to that? mentally i went 'oh i'm sure it's nothing!' and shoved it aside. and i think it is exactly that insidious tendency to ignore, normalise, and validate overt and covert racism that the episode does such a tremendous job of tackling! everything in the episode gives us the lore we need to understand Lindy and the people of Finetime are white supremacists. Lindy's disgusted face and immediate blocking of The Doctor versus the amount of time she spends with Ruby. Lindy's shock at the Doctor and Ruby occupying the same room implying segregation on the Homeworld. Lindy calling the Doctor and Ruby 'criminals' not for being in the Bubble, but for breaking segregation. Lindy using Ricky September, a white influencer, to calm herself down not just from the monsters, but from interacting with a Black person. the tradwife aesthetic of the Finetime residents making a comeback in real-life right-wing racist circles. ugh, there's so much and it was all right in our faces!! yet many of us who aren't POC had the privilege of going through the episode baffled and uncomfortable, without being able to put a finger on why until the final bit of the episode. doesn't that tell us how quickly and easily we've all taken to ignoring both micro and macroaggressions? that we needed talk of being 'contaminated', improper use of the word 'voodoo', and Lindy straight up telling the Doctor that face-to-face contact was unacceptable, to understand they're white supremacists? oh my God 😭😭 what a genius play, to make Lindy so detestable from the start. she's an arrogant, vain, self-absorbed, moronic, uncompromising, traitorous bitch...and by layering that abhorrent personality and then giving us the reveal of her white supremacy, there is no argument even the most wishy-washy of people could have re: their awful views. Lindy and her friends are revolting racists who are so wrapped up in their own echo-chamber 'bubble' that they would genuinely rather be devoured alive than challenge their own narrow, bigoted views. i'm still blown away by the power of Ncuti's final scene. the disbelief, the frustration, the sadness and the fury...and yet the Doctor still tries to save them against all odds. i think the most common response to this episode was 'The Doctor should have gone all Time Lord Victorious on them', and you're right - he should have! but doing that would've affirmed the beliefs of the real-life racists viewers. the Doctor responding not with violence or righteous vengeance is a very deliberate writing choice: we are supposed to come away feeling revolted that he needed to behave that way, to almost be supplicant to the white supremacists. because that is the real-life view of so many people who don't even view themselves as racist: Black people need to 'perform' to a higher standard, than white people just to be considered worthy of respect. the more i watch it, the more i'm convinced this is the best episode of the whole season, and one of the best Doctor Who episodes we've ever had. we were taken off-guard by having an episode overtly about racism set in the future rather than the past, because our tendency is to assume equality is a natural consequence of becoming technologically advanced. this clearly isn't the case, and Dot and Bubble is a masterclass in confronting racism head-on rather than dancing around it for the comfort of white viewers. just. aaargh!!!! absolutely amazing 🔥🔥🔥