#can't live without these

[ohtobemare]

could you just do a random list of your current favorites? doesn't have to be anything in particular, just a list of random stuff

hello, anon! i love that you reached out about this. here's a random list for ya, honey--- 1. Summertime Girls, Y&T. It's a bop, please someone listen to it and appreciate its beauty

2. Also more music, Way of the Triune God, Tyler Childers. Amazing song, bro. Like Appalachian-ish country hymn and it's totally me.

3. My Tennessee water tumbler I bought at the local Cracker Barrel. My water intake is way up. 4. Everyday, all the time, Val Kilmer, but––very specifically his memoir, I'm Your Huckleberry. I'm feeling lost and confused now that I've finished it and must re-read. 5. My Casio G-Shock GA-100A watch in white. I can't live without this thing I don't think. 6. I just ordered a hand-tooled leather portfolio from a leathercarver friend of mine and I absolutely need this and cannot wait for it to arrive. 7. Black Rifle Coffee Company Gunship brew. It's a must have. 8. Hiking. I absolutely need my daily hike otherwise I'm a mess. 9. Real Genius. This just is perpetually on a loop in my house because I am, in fact, obsessive compulsive and lonely. 10. Carmex Cupcake Batter Lip Balm. Enough said.

[knifearo]

being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol ✌️ but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one

[gravitysoda]

refusing an impossible wish and settling for one last game of chess.

[alfareria]

I love u ceramics i love u textiles i love u wood carvings i love u glasswork i love u clay and marble and yarn i love u items made and sculpted by hands i love u things made with love and labor and skill

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Talia found Yasmin's hide out only two days after the bomb.

It wasn't easy. Yasmin had hidden herself well - her monthly reports had never mentioned an acquaintanceship with Vladimir Masters, the absolute gall of that girl - in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin. She bypassed the few security measures with ease, eventually finding her daughter sitting at a kitchen table, hyperventilating.

"What happened?" Talia's voice was cold and demanding.

"The-" Yasmin gasped before stealing herself. "The Fentons are dead."

"I know the Fentons are dead." Talia circled the girl. "One split navel to throat, the other strangled. What. Happened?"

"The Fentons discovered their son was a Meta. Specifically, they thought he had been replaced with the extradimentional species they study." She took a deep breath. "By the time I had discovered their actions, Daniel was... dissected on a table."

Talia closed her eyes. She knew from Yasmin's reports that she'd been acting as the Fenton child's primary caretaker since her adoption and a fondness had developed. "Yasmin-"

"Don't, Mother." She snapped. "Don't act like this is anything less than a tragedy."

"I know-"

"He was a child-"

"Everything's been taken care of," Talia said. "As far as the authorities are concerned, Jasmine Fenton died in that explosion you caused. You need to return now-"

"No!" Yasmin bolted to her feet, glaring at Talia. "He's dead, Mother! An innocent child, the child I raised as my own, is dead because I couldn't protect him! Don't you dare try to sweep this under the rug like... like Danny was something shameful! I'm not leaving! I have to-"

Time Out.

Yasmin shut her mouth mid-sentence, giving Talia time to convince her off her self-destructive path.

"What happened to Daniel is a tragedy, Yasmin. But wallowing in grief and what-ifs only leads to further pain." Talia sighed. "The Fentons and the research you were so fascinated with are gone now. You made sure of that. It's time for you to return home and put that knowledge to use."

Yasmin stared down at her hands. Odd that Talia hadn't noticed, but Yasmin's hands cradled a small, dark blue jewel, polished into a smooth, oblong oval. It glittered under the candlelight, like stars in the sky.

Yasmin swallowed the rock and spoke, refusing to acknowledge what she'd just done. "You are right, Mother. The time of Jasmine Fenton is gone now." She stared straight at Talia, no trace of fear in her gaze. For a moment, Talia wondered where her child had gone. Yasmin never met her eyes unless prompted to when she was growing up. Now she was met with a younger version of herself with cheap dyed-red hair, with the same level of determination that made Talia the Right Hand of the Demon Head. "I will mourn for Danny... on my own time. For now, what is my mission?"

Talia studied her daughter. There was a reason why she'd hidden the girl so far out of the way of her Father and her son. Yasmin was a strong fighter, but had her father's heart, despite her willingness to kill. She'd always reminded Talia of a bodyguard rather than an assassin, but Yasmin wanted to go her own way, wanted to study everything. For years, Talia had indulged her daughter, but now it was time for her to return to the fold.

"For the next month, you will be training to remove any weakness the Fentons may have left in you. After that, you will be guarding an ally for me."

"Which ally?"

"A boy a few years older than you, a son of the Bat." Yasmin didn't react to the mention of her father. Good. "His mind is infirm, but by the time you finish your training, he will be ready to strike a blow against Gotham. You will act as his guard during his training and act as my spy while he's in Gotham. Do you understand?"

For a moment, Yasmin's hand brushed her stomach before she forced her fists to her sides. "Yes, Mother. I will do as you ask."

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live - 1x01 - Years

[cringefailvox]

vox and alastor are like mutualist symbiosis to me. alastor gets a reliable source of attention and vox gets his rejection kink indulged

[duchess-of-new-shire]

Big fan of whatever this kind of obsession is

[nayrring]

Kagaya said if i'm going down, i will be going down looking cunty as shit

[amelie-sama-blog]

>see a manga called "shota x oni" with a super cute cover, artstyle and premise

>click on the first chapter

>read a few dozen chapters, and the story starts to pick up

>see this disclaimer at the beginning of the next chapter

>do a double take

>click back to the main page

>the manga is indeed called "shota x oni"

>click back to the chapter

>click back to the main page

>the manga is indeed tagged "shounen ai" aka romance between males

>click back to the chapter

>read many more chapters

>see this panel

>...

>laugh

>this story is shotacon

[stinglesswasp]

Fanart of all that's said in the low light by headlocket

This fic will make you cry the most cathartic tears ever. Be sure to also check out the epilogue, in lieu of the bells 🥹🧡🧡

[courtmartialme]

woag .. otp

[geekynightowl1997]

Sophie: Who would live a normal life outside of this job?

Eliot: Me. It would be me.

Me: *thinking about it*

[khruschevshoe]

There's just something very specific about homoerotic character-enveloping friendships from around 2010 where they're semi-aware that gay people exist but queerbaiting isn't quite a thing yet sp their relationship consumes the narrative and changes them both irrevocably forever and they end in tragedy but the ending is JUST open enough for the fic writers to wriggle into that just makes me go fucking FERAL

[bonkalore]

My joints are literally being held together with tape so I can function.

I haven't been able to get an official diagnosis yet, but I'm really thinking I have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. I just need to know which kind...