#but I can’t share that stuff really :((

[beausprouts]

Drew my stupid wife on a sticky note while at work bc green

[cryptids-do-autism]

Happy holidays to everyone! I say several days after the holidays are over.

[theswedishpajas]

Based on my favorite gif lately

[pixlokita]

Can I be real honest and admit how much it saddens me that Instagram doesn’t even let me check if my friends or mutuals liked a post or story without slapping me with “insights” and how good or bad I’m doing regarding my content. I? Don’t care? God forbid I just want to share drawings or funny stories just for the heck of it . why does everything have to be about your account’s performance.

[imavikingo]

I said this in tags on another post, but it’s relevant and deserves its own post (I should be reading my usual pre- sleeping fic selection, BUT! I had this revelation -being sleepy is useful once again! -)

They NEEDED Steve to disappear, to be gone. To never care about Bucky anymore. That way they could treat Bucky as they see fit, and that means treating him like shit.

Steve would NEVER accept or allow Bucky to make amends, he would NEVER let the government take care of Bucky or be part of his “rehabilitation” in any way shape or form. That’s why he became Nomad, that’s why Bucky stayed in Wakanda. He would had fight with teeth and nails for Bucky.

“He died already more than once! He was a victim! A prisoner of war. He saved the fucking universe. What the fuck do you mean with amends!”

He became a wanted criminal for that same reason, to not let them have Bucky (nor other people in a fucking watchlist)

They needed Steves relationship with Bucky to become bitter, to be nothing more than a memory.

Steve being in retirement wouldn’t have cut it and…

Bucky was always going to follow Steve, no matter what.

So they needed him to stay alone (or with a companion that didn’t really care as much as Steve, enter Sam)

This way they killed two birds with one stone in Endgame: Reinforcing Steves “love” for Peggy, because “he’s NOT gay, you guys!”, and the partial isolation of Bucky.

[i-really-like-phrogs]

When someone else’s art is so good you physically can’t look at it because of artistic jealousy

[aldisobey]

🕳️ WIP Wednesday (on Thurs) 🕳️

edit: full release on AO3

Tagged by @heylittleriotact

WELL this one was supposed to be released by now but I have had the absolute delight of needing to write confronting truths to the worst sorts of people. Menace is a way of life. I bring you this. I don’t know what to title it. Weeping Lizards? Sodden Hole? Muddy Salt? Help. I blame @emmg for its creation this is your fault. We’re in Hossberg and Emmrich is crying over a muddy hole that reminds him of Worne (Rook).

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“Now, please, I have to see to Emmrich, shoo. Everyone’s off.” Rook motioned it with a flick of his hands this time; well aware he might have better luck physically urging the ground below to trot on before budging the Qunari. Thankfully Taash needed no further encouragement and long strides were soon taking them past Emmrich. They paused at a shout from behind.

Rook, calling like a concerned parent, “And get something nice for Lace first!” Taash waved back, looked over their shoulder, regretted that once the Warden started mouthing further instructions, what was he saying? “Floooowers.” And he was pointing at himself, and at Emmrich and. Taash rolled their eyes. Took a moment to turn and mouth back an exaggerated but silent, “Nooooo.”

Rook flipped them off, they sent two back. Rook’s eyes went wide, and he pointed a stiff finger at them. Taash groaned and rolled their head full round. Mouthed a “Fiiiiine.” And finally disappeared down the path back to Lavendell.

The Warden quickened his step. Emmrich hadn’t moved in the time it took to send Taash away for errands. The mage remained locked in place, red and wet faced, staring long at a muddy hole.

Rook didn’t question it, did his best to not startle him, that hazel gaze was far, far away. “Emmrich.”The hushed tone was followed by a soft touch. Fingers entered at waist, trailed up the spine until they went up to hold that opposite shoulder steady, gave a firm grip, a gentle pull towards the rogue. The necromancer was trembling, Rook eased into a shape that fit close, that first touch a needle of first stitch, and like thread he pulled them flush together.

Emmrich didn’t startle, seemed to expect him, subtle movements meeting Rook as he settled into the Warden’s hands finding their way to their places. Still, he kept a bit tense, hands tight together in front. White knuckled as he spoke sniffing,

“Rook. Darling, it’s…look, I…” and then Emmrich laughed, piercingly loud, a wincing crack that made Rook flinch to a confused smile. But the noise was manic prelude, and it was swallowed in the sob that drove it free. The mage’s eyes welled, wet trails provided easy paths for fresh tears as flood resumed. He turned his head down and into Rook, lips quivering to recall words. Shine on his face wrenching the rogue’s gut, Rook listened, attentive as possible, but the necromancer’s trembling smile stretched the sounds.

Emmrich’s hands unclenched from each other and dove round Rook in a desperate clinging embrace. The Warden answered with whispered soft ‘shhhh’s’ and diligently caressed the tall man’s back. They held there for long moments, Rook bearing their weight as the quivering necromancer eased into fewer wails and more whimpers.

Blubbering, mumbling, further shuddering chuckles, but eventually, helped by Rook’s firm embrace, calming touch, and steady pace of lungs, the breaths came even enough for thoughts. Emmrich squeaked out, “...it reminded me of you.”

He gestured towards the filthy hole. And then a lizard popped its head out. Mud obscured its sight, some kind of weed stuck to its chin, and its big dumb face was wide, letting nary a thought bother its whim. Emmrich snorted. Then started weeping again.

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tagging: @caffeinatedmunchkin @thepalehorsevictoria @ollypopwrites (look I know you’ve likely been tagged but this is me saying tag me on all your writing updates because imma miss it if you don’t I’m staying away from this place as much as possible to write. Sincerely haha I’ll catch up on commenting when I caaaaan because holy shit all the writing is so good. I’m forgetting people TAG ME I need to post or imma edit the whole thing again.)

[sun-e-chips]

Hey Chips (is it ok to call you that? Sorry if not) I had a dream about your au the other night, where y/n made a complicated rng/treasure hunt that had them all over the park trying to solve it, completing the game they got the messege "Will you marry me fr fr?" of course they said yes and they were all so happy, it was very cute.

Yes you can call me anything, chips, sun-e-, crunch, whatever feels right to you:)

And also SHARE YOU DREAMS WITH ME I BEG OF THEEEEE!!! I’d absolutely love to see my boys in person it would be a dream come true! Literally!!!

The dream sounds so sweet and fun the bois would have an absolute blast going along with this treasure hunt (I wonder if they would play fair or try to cheat having the Tiki’s help them but unbeknownst to them the Tiki’s are also in on this lil endeavor mwahahaha!) after finally solving it I imagine they would almost explode from shock and happiness to accept y/n’s fr fr proposal to them!

The bois proceed to go nuts for planning and prepping for the ceremony. If you can imagine how much work they would put into making the park and resort ready for this event, they would go all out! (Photos would be amazing haha) they’ve actually done wedding in Waterspark Bay before so this would be something especially grand for the very special occasion:D

Thank you for sharing your dream it made me so so happy to hear it!

[catstar91]

Ok phandom peeps, I need to get something off my chest. I cannot stop thinking about it, it’s so funny that this happened to me!

So I’ve been casually perusing the DP fandom for a while, right? Like for several years at least! What can I say? I like art! So at various points I had talked to my aunt about some stuff related, like fun stuff about the phandom and the existence of ghost king aus and stuff. Recently though, I found a fanfic that I spent AN ENTIRE DAY reading and doing nothing else! Like I stayed up late the night before, woke up to immediately read more! I don’t normally read fanfics, let alone any long form story, cuz my attention span is shit and has been shit basically all my life! So in the evening when I was a good chunk of the way through the fic, I talked to my aunt about it! Cuz it’s funny! I found a lot of things in it very amusing and wanted to share!

And then she asked for a link…

The next thing I know, within a few months, probably 3 months later at most, my aunt starts telling me about phandom lore I had never even heard of before! She literally made an ao3 account!!! Guys I am floored! I’ve been idly watching from the shadows for so long, and then I accidentally get my aunt into the phandom and she starts telling me about a red duck candle that’s apparently been integral DPxDC lore for YEARS!

What have I DONE???

[impossible-rat-babies]

I’ve gotten really into writing fic with the whole idea that I am gonna be the only one going back into my drafts to read it

[whalehouse1]

Me seeing a Jason was such a good student who loved homework and loved reading so much that none of the other Bats could touch him: I’m feeling an extremely strong urge to go through the golden and silver age Robin comics and pull every panel of Dick being comfy in a chair reading. And the admittedly few of him doing good in school. He did hate homework, that is true though.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

current editing moodboard, please send help

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

At this point if I were Taylor and her team I’d be looking at why people want her to speak out about Palestine rather than trying to avoid it. A simple post/story/tweet acknowledging what’s happening, why her silence wasn’t a good thing and a link to provide aid would suffice. She had no problem sharing links and speaking out during the height of Covid so why should this be any different? If she’s worried about alienating/losing fans, her silence might cause more fans to leave/unstan/whatever you want to call it than her speaking out would.

[batwynn]

For the person who thought it was cute to come into my inbox and yell at me for not ‘doing more’ for their specific cause: I do not have anything left of myself to give right now.

This is what I have left for the rest of this month. $25.87. I have no food left that I can eat because I spent the last bit of food stamps on foods only fit for my mom’s sudden health problem. The day before yesterday I ate peanut butter even though it always makes me sick to my stomach because I didn’t have anything else I can eat with protein, and then I went into fucking anaphylaxis. And no, I did not go to the ER because then I’d have to take off my mask and I’m at extreme risk of covid and no one fucking masks in medical environments here but ALSO because my insurance loves to avoid paying for ER stuff. (See $25.87 above) I am already struggling to work on commissions and stuff for patreon as it is with all of my chronic health conditions kicking off big time. There aren’t enough hours in the day to spend being physically ill in the bathroom, laying down to cry in pain, and working. I do not have the energy. I do not have the time. I do not have the money. I do what I can when I can, and if that isn’t enough for you then you can fuck entirely off.

[pineconedrop]

So um I have really bad writers block rn but I have a really cool scene I wanna write for the Pine drabbles

So, would you guys be fine if I wrote that scene and post it here so y’all can see it (cause I’m really excited about it) and then get the whole fic out whenever I write it or would y’all rather wait for me to write the full thing?

[ducktracy]

HEY here is my Switch friend code for anyone who wants it! the only games i really play online are Splatoon and Mario Kart, but i’m trying to make an effort to be more accessible and open again so if anyone wants to add then feel free :)