#but i love it!

[greykolla-art]

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚

[tj-crochets]

The purple baby quilt is finished!

[gottagobackintime]

We know that Ted hates tea, he brings it up again this episode. And yet he ends up drinking it and as a result he has an epiphany (in that scene there are bi colours and him inside an upside down pink triangle). And he seemingly had a good experience because he drank that tea (consider also that Beard says the drugs didn’t work, so it was just the tea that made Ted feel great (if we're not thinking that Beard is so used to taking this kind of drug that he needs more of it and it did actually work for Ted)).

Let me now take you to a movie. The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes. This movie is known for being a queer Sherlock Holmes adaption, although perhaps not as explicit as you’d want it to be. But it’s still a queer Sherlock Holmes adaption. There is a scene in that movie where a man tries to convince Sherlock to sleep with a woman so that she can have a perfect child. Sherlock tries to get out of it and asks if there aren’t other clever men they could choose from. The man says that they have tried and one of them was Tchaikovsky. When talking about Tchaikovsky the man says that it didn’t work because women aren't Tchaikovsky's glass of tea. Sherlock then says that he is not a free man and implies that he and John are in a relationship. The man is surprised and ends up asking: “You mean, you and Doctor Watson… he is your glass of tea?” To which Sherlock answers “If you want to be picturesque about it”. Tea is queer.

Two random scenes about tea, surely that doesn't mean anything? Perhaps not, but let's not forget that we got a reference to Sherlock Holmes from Trent the very same episode. He says to Colin: “I used my Holmesian powers of journalistic deduction”. But he ends up admitting that he knew about Colin because he saw him kissing a guy. A very John Watson thing to do. Trying to be like Sherlock but he isn’t, but he has his own set of skills. Then we can't forget that both Trent and Watson are writers, and both of them are writing about a man they love admire.

So, Ted drinks a glass of tea and ends up having a positive experience, with bi colours and queer symbols. Tea is queer, Ted didn't want tea before but perhaps now he does?

[wearingmysweater]

y’all i just got my box tattoo!!! let’s fucking go

[tiggymalvern]

Every few years, I develop some crazy new fannish obsession. It’s been happening since I was seven years old (not that I knew what name to put on it then – I was nineteen before I discovered there was a thing called ‘fandom’ and other people like me). And every time it happens, it completely disrupts my life. I become almost incapable of doing anything outside life’s absolute necessities, and compulsive watching, writing, thinking about whatever shiny new thing has hijacked my brain. So many other things I normally love to do go out the window – the hiking, the diving, the yoga, the socialising with RL friends, they’re all suddenly on the backburner until that first rush of insanity starts to fade. It was fine when I was a kid, and people expect you to be weird. It was definitely NOT fine when I was a teenager, and conformity is everything. As an adult, I can confine the most fanatical aspects of it to certain boxes, so it’s only obvious to the people I allow to see it, and not, say, my employers (though they get the side benefit of an irrepressibly happy me). It's weird as hell, and it’s never exactly convenient. But at the same time, it’s AMAZING. I become a total Tigger of a person with an endlessly bouncing brain. Whatever mundane, tedious things I need to be doing, I can be transported out of it in a second just by shifting into the fantastic new world in my head. It becomes impossible for me to be anything other than excited. I’ve fallen deliriously in love eight times since I met my spouse, and never had to go through a messy divorce, or find somewhere new to live, or argue over who gets custody of the cats. And the characters I fall in love with are fictional, but the chemicals in my brain, that ‘dizzy, dancing way you feel’ as Joni Mitchell so perfectly puts it, they’re 100% real. I can’t conceive of how boring life would be without that. If life was just day to day reality, and work and grocery shopping and thinking maybe I should get my hair cut this week. How would it be possible to live permanently in the physical world, without an escape route? Without fantasy and idiocy and other equally crazy people to share it all with? I can’t imagine being any other way, and I love it :-)

[rezamaulana98]

After finishing watching the episode on a ⁠groupwatch, I can definitely give this ep a 10/10!

My main highlight is definitely Mashiro. We've seen just how distraught she was at how she felt that she was unable to protect Elle in ep 31 and even after Elle showed herself as Majesty last week, she is still feeling pretty nervous and anxious at the end of the ep. This ep addressed that point and oh my, they did a really good job at it.

Throughout the whole ep she has been really worrying at Elle's safety and she really doesn't want Elle to get hurt despite knowing that she can defend herself now. Sora reassuring Mashiro that Elle's going to be okay by reminding Mashiro that she had done the same to Sora all the way in ep 5 and Elle being able to speak her own thoughts to Mashiro got me close to tears as it's emotionally a perfect pay off to Mashiro's self-esteem arc. It's so, so good 🤍

[silvrash-797]

Hiya Ash :D

Not a question per-say, just here to say I really do love both the rewrites you’ve done for my fics and I reread them all the time <3

Consider this an excuse to ramble as much as you want about any of your fics, I’ll gladly listen to it!

-Sky Floor

You reread them? All the time??

No ramblings on published fics rn, but...

*gets sucked into rereading your Whumptober fics*

*remembering all the feelings and thoughts I had the first time I read them*

*shoving plot ideas away with a stick* I have enough wips for now, thank you, I need to work on those, not another pov rewrite!

*plot bunnies shove back aggressively and try to take my fingers hostage for the day*

Ummm...have a wip, I guess? 😅

It was a good memory – bright sky, loud laughter, loved ones surrounding him in some sort of festival or celebration – culminating in a feeling of peace. Someone touched his left arm and he glanced across to see who was there, but the person was covered in shadows, and the memory started to fade before he could look closer.

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

Do-ha being like, "Sure, you can kill me. But you have to do it ✨PROPERLY✨."

[wanderingmind867]

The weirdest and funniest villains ever: Sitting Bullseye, Tille the Hun, The Spanker, Black Hole and Doctor Angst! The band of the bland, a group of villains so dumb and derivative that everyone ignores them! But today they'll run afoul of Howard and The Defenders!

[kit-just-kit]

🤣

A little joke for a dear old friend, Gus?

Joke meme

So........why do MMA fighters wear skin tight shorts?............

.........'cause otherwise, they'd be boxers!!!"

[killerchickadee]

...I probably shouldn't get that snake, huh?

[sweet-evie]

Me before JJK: Gojo is kinda overrated at this point. (I see him everywhere on TikTok)

Me after reading and watching JJK:

ANNIHILATE ME, GOJO!!!! 😩🙏

He can exorcise meeee~ please! 🧎‍♀️

[thatsneakymedic]

Birthday drabble for Kabuto

The repeated knocks on the steel door alarms Kabuto and his roommate from their beds that they need to get up for their daily training. He wasn’t really in the mood to get up as he wanted to sleep some more, but ever since the first day when he stepped into the Root headquarters and his shared room, he had not once defied or ignored an order from the adults and his superiors. Its not like he should as he did volunteer himself in the first place, and he should act like he wants to be a part of it. 

Being the more slower than his roommate, he tries to hurry up and put on his clothes after brushing his teeth, before he could say something to his roommate, the older boy hurries out from the room as they’re already well dressed and prepared for the day. More faster than Kabuto as they were in Root years longer than he did. Kabuto might want to ask how do they get ready so fast so that he too can learn how to prepare so quickly.  But now wasn’t the time for asking as talking wasn’t allowed in the halls unless it’s a question about something. And even that is limited as he had to learn everything on his own and remember so much as well.  

It’s already been half a year, Kabuto has made great progress on his own that even his teachers are impressed, especially by his age too.  But unfortunately, despite his skills and impressive intelligence. He’s not allowed to have any friends or socialize unlike the other kids who were allowed to, since he was a “special case” as he was already assigned to spy for Root in another country and it’s only a matter of time till he’ll be sent out, perhaps sooner than he thinks.  While it’s convenient that he won’t have to go through the trouble for the rumored “final test” that many Root children go through to become full Root members, it did however leave him out of a lot of things like the identities of his fellow classmates and their own information on their talents and knowledge of topics that he wouldn’t understand that weren’t medical information. 

He often was alone as the other kids were instructed to not befriend him in the first place either and he had no idea why they were avoiding him. 

“Kabuto.”   A monotone voice stops him from heading into his classroom.  Kabuto turns around and he looks up at the ominous masked man before him. 

“It’s time.”  Kabuto’s posture tenses as his focus is still on the man’s words. Almost frozen from shock by those words as he knew full well what they meant.

It’s time to go already?! But he still had so much to learn! Where else can he learn the more difficult medical classes?! Was he even ready at his age?! Why today?! Today is... 

The man carries on as he was quick to notice the subtle change in Kabuto’s posture, but he didn’t care. This one was a “temporary” and its not like he was any of importance no matter if he’s prepared or not.

“Pack only the essentials and light items only, but be quick. You will start heading out immediately and the items and your assigned identity required for the mission will be provided for you when you get to the destination. I’ll be the one to escort you on the way so head towards the entrance so that we can leave. It’s better that we leave while it’s still morning.”   At that, he quietly leaves the child for him to absorb the news and prepare to leave while the other kids eye Kabuto for a moment till the classroom door closes on them. 

His stomach flip flopped as his hands grip onto the books tightly till the tips of his fingers turn to a pale pink color. His heart raced anxiously as he takes the first few steps away from the door and to the direction of his room.  He takes a deep breath as he starts to move faster, not really realizing that he was actually holding his breath since the man spoke to him. 

Half a year, only half a year here and he’s already being sent out on a possibly dangerous mission that he was emotionally unprepared for, yes he had the knowledge and the skills for it. But in his mind, he felt like an academy student being sent out on a S rank mission. A guaranteed death if he fails the mission, and because he was isolated by the others, almost no one has any connection or some sort of memory of him. 

Everyone except his Mother and the children back at home. 

He makes it to his room and he could see the new empty backpack that has already been provided to him as well as his own robe and new clothes and shoes with the note on it that says, “Put these on and leave the clothes that you’re wearing on the bed. You won’t need them anymore.”  It lacked the brand names that most packs had and it lacked the enough space inside to fit anything else besides spare clothes, shoes, socks, toothbrushes, food pills, scrolls and spare weapons. Though it at least had secure pockets for him to put his spare glasses in without the worry of them getting damaged. As for his clothes, they were the standard traveling clothes For a moment, he kind of wished that he could’ve snagged one of Urushi’s buttons on that hat of his to remember him by since it’s small enough to carry and probably be able to smuggle it in unnoticed. 

His roommate quietly returned to the room to pick something up that he left behind and he notices that Kabuto was already getting dressed, the usual uniform for the recruits to wear are folded neatly onto the bed.  Kabuto doesn’t acknowledge him when they went into the room, since he assumed that they were going to ignore him as usual. It’s not like they had a proper conversation to begin with so perhaps it was better this way for the two of them.  Despite the few months of staying together, they were still strangers. Kabuto doesn’t even know the kid’s name and he assumed that they didn’t know his as well. 

The only memory of him will be these clothes, and even they will be given to another kid his age or size. It unsettled him greatly due to the implications on how replaceable he could be if he fails the mission. 

The other boy knew exactly what it meant when he sees the clothes that Kabuto had worn, and he knows that it means that he will never come back to Root. He’s officially a Root shinobi now and being younger than him was quite shocking to them as well.  He knew that they weren’t supposed to interact or befriend Kabuto as he was ordered to do so by the adults, but he had been paying attention and observed Kabuto throughout their stay together. He knew more about Kabuto than any of the adults did, what the boy would say in his sleep, when he would cry at night due to the sheer loneliness of the place, and how emotionally distant everyone was ordered to treat him and he wondered why. 

He would’ve wanted to be his friend if he was able to, but it seems like that day will never come now that Kabuto has “graduated”.  He picks up the bandages and a small wrapped present that he forgot from his pack and he stands up before looking back at Kabuto again.  

“Here. It will help you keep track of time for your missions since you tend to forget the time and the timer will help too. Good luck out there... Kabuto.”   He said quietly as he offers the present to Kabuto and he places the gift on the bed next to their clothes.  He was meant to sneak it onto his bed one of these days as a surprise gift for their efforts but it seems like it could only serve as a farewell gift to them. It’s the least he could do as an apology for seemingly appearing so aloof to them when he had been looking out for him this whole time. 

Kabuto’s dark innocent eyes turn to them and he blinks as they give them the small gift before deciding to leave the room without a word of goodbye.  He takes the present into his hand and he turns his back to the door, so that anyone in the hall won’t see the small clothed present in his hands. 

Pulling the small dull dirtied string, he stares at the silver case of the pocket watch that looked quite new and it’s reflective color contrasted the dull colored cloth.  Did the kid somehow knew that today was his birthday? Kabuto wondered exactly why would they give someone like him a gift like this if they didn’t seem to want to be his friend? Was he too blind to see what they were really feeling about him? He wished that they could stick around for Kabuto to say “thank you” to but perhaps this kind of parting was for the best of both of them since they will never see each other again. But it doesn’t stop the tears from wanting to build up in his eyes. 

He puts the watch into his pocket securely and he looks back at the room and at his roommate’s bed one last time before he heads out. 

Guess he will be remembered by someone here after all.. 

[the-last-doppelganger]

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

asked by @noblyobliges

Elena looked down as she felt her cheeks heat, it was always odd to hear Elijah make such declarations openly. Since the beginning, the two of them would always circle around each other, the attraction obvious, but the timing was always wrong.

They’d rarely say anything intimate to each other, even though it always felt like they were the only people in the room. Even when Klaus or Rebekah’s suffocating presence was around.

But now, the timing was finally right. She wasn’t entirely sure what prompted her to leave Mystic Falls, but it had been a strange sort of urgency. As if she would miss something important if she stayed in town, safe and comfortable, yes, but also stagnated. When she had found Elijah though, that feeling subsided. Something about him challenged her, but it also made her feel safe.

Obviously though, being with an Original wasn’t without it’s risks. She looked down at the dead vampires, remembering the way they had threatened her, and how easily Elijah had killed them. It would’ve made her uncomfortable before, the bloodshed and the death, but now it just made her feel protected.

“I don’t care what happens Elijah, about what kind of threats there are ahead,” her voice was low as she moved closer to him, her hands slipping in his, not caring about the blood staining his. “I….like being yours, and that you’re mine too.” She’d always had a jealous streak, but she never knew she was capable of being this possessive. “I want to stay as long as you want me to.” Her confession was a soft murmur, and she felt vulnerable. It was easy to ignore when she trusted him though.

[raplinenthusiasts]

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