#cause in the end

[acequinz]

I see the scene of NHS picking up the jin Guangyao hat and wiping it off and maybe... Just maybe actually mourning the loss of another brother.

Because a big part of his plan worked not just because he was the best actor but because Jin Guangyao trusted and cared for him.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Fireworks to Firelight

Summary: The long journey has taken its toll on Frodo and his partner. But only together can those glaring wounds of the past heal. Warnings: None For my friend @pixie-skull. Hope you enjoy it! :) A small respite from kinktober for the rest of y'all

In the soft light of an early evening, Frodo and Y/N sat on a wooden bench under a sprawling, ancient oak tree. The familiar sounds of chirping crickets and the distant laughter of children playing in the fields surrounded them, creating a comforting backdrop. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers and freshly baked bread from a nearby hobbit hole.

Frodo absently twirled a small, withered leaf between his fingers, lost in thought. His once bright eyes now carried shadows of memories that haunted him—flashes of fire, darkness, and the weight of the Ring. Y/N noticed the distant look on his face and reached out, gently squeezing his hand.

“Frodo, are you okay?” he asked softly, concern lacing his voice.

He glanced at Y/N, a faint smile tugging at his lips, but the sadness lingered behind his eyes. “I’m trying to be,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… some days feel heavier than others.”

Y/N nodded, understanding the unspoken burdens they both carried. “We did something incredible, you know. We saved Middle-earth.” His words were meant to uplift, but Frodo’s gaze drifted back to the ground, the weight of his experiences still pressing down on him.

“I thought coming home would mean everything would go back to normal,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “But every time I close my eyes, I see…” He paused, the images flooding back, the memory of Mount Doom, the fiery chaos, and the darkness that almost consumed him.

Y/N shifted closer, wrapping his arm around Frodo’s shoulders. “You don’t have to face this alone,” he whispered. “I’m here, Frodo. Always.”

With a deep breath, Frodo leaned into Y/N, finding solace in his warmth. “Sometimes, it feels like the Shire is just a shell of what it used to be for me. The laughter feels distant, and the sunsets… they remind me too much of what I lost.”

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In the cozy warmth of Bag End, the late afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over the familiar, cluttered space. Frodo sat at the small table in the corner, an assortment of pens and brushes spread before him. He had picked up his old hobby of writing again, trying to capture the beauty of the Shire—the rolling hills, the stories they had endured outside its lush borders; but today, the story felt muted. 

Across the room, Y/N was curled up on a comfortable chair, engrossed in a book. The pages turned quietly, but every so often, he would glance up, watching Frodo with a tender gaze. Frodo’s pen hovered over the paper, hesitation gripping him as he struggled to translate the beauty outside into something meaningful. 

“Frodo?” Y/N called softly, breaking the silence. “What are you working on?”

He looked up, forcing a smile. “Just trying to capture the view of Rivendell” he replied, motioning to the half-finished paragraph. The words were there, but they felt flat, lacking the vibrancy of his memories.

Y/N set the book aside and moved closer, leaning over his shoulder to see and read carefully. “It’s beautiful,” he said, their voice gentle and encouraging. “I love the way you’ve captured the light.”

Frodo’s smile faltered. “It doesn’t feel right. I can’t seem to bring it to life like I used to.” He put the pen down, the weight of unexpressed feelings crashing over him. “I think I’ve lost my touch.”

Y/N frowned, sensing the deeper struggle beneath Frodo’s words. “You’ve been through so much. It’s okay to feel… different. Maybe your art needs time to evolve, just like you have.”

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Frodo and Y/N strolled through the peaceful landscape of the Shire, hands intertwined and the warmth of their bond contrasting the weight of memories they carried. The soft glow of the setting sun painted the rolling hills in hues of orange and gold, a reminder of the beauty that still existed in their world despite what destruction they had battled not but mere months ago. That pivitol day on the of Mount Doom still felt vivid despite the fact the Shire had resumed its tranquil rhythm.

As they walked, Frodo glanced at Y/N, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Do you remember Bilbo’s 111th birthday party??” he asked, his eyes twinkling with the reflection of their past.

Y/N chuckled, a hint of bashfulness creeping into his voice. “How could I forget? You snuck me behind the nearest tent and were very intent on kissing me—”

Frodo laughed, a sound that felt like music to Y/N’s ears. “I was! It felt so extravagant, so… adventerous at the time. But it was also magical.”

Their thoughts drifted back to those carefree days before the quest. Nights filled with laughter and stolen kisses under bursting colors, the world seemed boundless then. They had been so young, so enamored, celebrating love with a fervor that felt untouchable. 

Yet now, as they stood together, the shadows of the war loomed like distant thunder. It was a part of them, woven into their souls. Frodo’s eyes reflected a maturity that came with hardship, haunted by a wisdon, and shaped by loss. 

“Sometimes I miss those simpler moments,” Y/N admitted, squeezing Frodo's hand. “But I also cherish how we’ve grown.”

Frodo nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Our love feels deeper now. We’ve faced so much together, and it has changed us.”

As the two settled in front of a crackling fire that evening, the warmth enveloped them like a comforting embrace. Y/N leaned against Frodo, his head propped on the slightly taller man’s shoulder as they read together. 

“Do you think we could ever go back?” Y/N mused, glancing up at Frodo.

“Not to the same place,” he replied, his voice steady. “But we can create new memories. We’ve learned to appreciate the quiet moments even more now.”

Y/N smiled softly as the fire crackled and the stars began to emerge, Frodo gently kissed Y/N, a tender gesture that spoke of everything they had endured and everything that lay ahead. In that moment, under the vast, twinkling sky, they knew their love, though changed, was still an unbreakable bond—a beacon of light in the darkness.

[silvathemagicalgirl]

I wonder if Unlike Pluto knows what they've done to an entire fandom.

[trudlejack]

(+part 2)

[chloesimaginationthings]

He has no mouth but he must scream in FNAF..

[bastardlybonkers]

i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one

his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.

ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication

ok yknow what Edit: i shouldve made it even more explicit at the end of this post, i hadnt thought i would need to since i started the post with this, but i think a few too many people are missing my point so i just wanna clarify. i shouldnt have said 'really clashed' and left it at that because yeah they did, but it wasnt just their opposite methods of communication, it is also very much that toshiro was experiencing microaggressions via laios. it may have been unintentional on laios's part, but it still happened and wore him down, made it harder for him to communicate on top of both the more subtle social cues that he was raised with and his own communication difficulties. i also want to say that the fandom reaction to toshiro and the complete ignorance of this point is also racist tbh or at the very least ignorant. i understand that the anime did not cover this panel, and neither did the manga, as this was an omake, but im gonna be real with you guys. there are enough context clues within the story to clue you into this. if you didnt pick up on it thats ok, but i think this is a good lesson in picking up subtext in the stories that youre watching and/or reading. kui shouldnt have to explicitly say 'by the way laios was racist to toshiro' for this point to be understood, and at the very least, when the author portrays a character in a sympathetic light (as kui clearly does) it should make you question Why they are doing so and what makes them sympathetic, rather than youre immediate and only reaction to be 'well i hated what this guy did/said so i hate them and they suck'. idk exactly how to finish this, just. idk. question your biases and gut reactions to things you see in media and stories, and think about whether or not theres subtext that youre missing.

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[greykolla-art]

Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”

*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️

(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)

[time-woods]

simon doodle in honor of fionna and cake dropping, sad old men gotta b my favorite species tbh

[wizard-loving-wizard]

you don't even have to ask. i'll beg.

Brennan Lee Mulligan / Anne Carson / Emily Wilson / Jaelyn Dennis / Anne Carson / Mitski / inanotherunivrse / Alicia Ostriker / Clarice Lispector / Source Unknown / souldistracted / @kermit-coded / Source Unknown / @professor-pants / souldistracted / Ricardo Martinez / Anne Carson / Phoebe Bridgers / @thegirlhoodtheory / Silas Denver Melvin / Mary Oliver / Bombay Bicycle Club / @autopsytableromance / Margaret Atwood

[deadpoolsmom]

as far as one piece antagonists go Crocodile truly gets absolutely scooby-doo’d at unmatched levels

He immediately falls for a phone scam and from basically little garden to rainbase he doesn’t even know the strawhats are alive (and clowning towards him at incredible speed). As soon as he does, they’re in his house tearing at his walls and bringing marines into his villain lair.

He uses a literal floor trap door over a gator pit to catch them, gets phone scammed again, full scooby-doo chase scenes after Chopper through the streets while still missing him, and suddenly his prisoners have escaped his impossible cage, and his giant bananagators are dead. and Nico Robin saw it all happen.

He then spends rest of the arc complaining about those meddling kids and their dog “strawhat pirates and their weird pet” and at no point does he even know how many strawhats there are.

Like yeah he keeps having plans on top of plans to stop everything Vivi can do but also she keeps coming up with a new thing to do (Tom and Jerry ass dynamic).

Part of it is that he’s underestimating them and keeps grandstanding villain monologuing but also teens keep killing hundreds of his grand line bounty hunters and he straight up does not know what is happening.

Cause he IS trying to kill them he’s sending top assassins after them and ripping out luffy’s organs, the whole time he’s yelling HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?? DIE. as whack-a-mole Luffy keeps inventing new ways to hit him.

[havenshereagain]

DPxDC Idea

Danny working at Wayne Enterprises as some sort of engineer, uses the in-house app for all his blueprints and stuff

He starts getting notes from a coworker in-app, and assumes its this annoying older guy in his department who constantly undermines him because of his age, despite his education and past achievements (i feel like in this AU the Fentons react well to the reveal and they work together on a number of non-lethal ecto inventions that have Danny's name attached to them)

Except one day his coworker mentions never using the app, and Danny suddenly realizes there's only one other TD he could've been arguing with in the notes of the app

[xxplastic-cubexx]

something about first impressions idk

bonus:

[greyphitus]

Hey guys

There's a post going around about something called the "Invertebrate Studies Institute" needing help. A few comments made on the post made me curious, so I checked it out and it seems sketchy to me. (ETA: the post's OP is now aware of the situation and is trying to rectify things on their end, and are ok with my post getting more exposure. Read the notes for more info too!)

The institute is a startup and the owner has displayed misogynistic behavior. He made a company and received "$1.3 million in research grants from the USDA and Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation" in 2011, but there aren't any research papers listed on the ISI website more recent than 2012 (sources: ISI website, People Behind the Science podcast transcript, All Things Bugs LLC webpage). It's possible his research is still a work in progress, but I would expect to see some genome sequencing work at the least since that seems to be a major focus.

Also, it's possible to ship frozen specimens in dry ice and have them be fine. Even stuff for molecular work and genome sequencing. So the inability to get help from other research groups, to where they're asking for a local freezer plug-in, is a bit weird to me.

Some screenshots below the cut, didn't screenshot everything since it's mostly just text, but I did cite the sources if you wanna read them yourself.

Not sure what the overall point is of this post is besides "seems sketch to me" but I saw a lot of people worrying on the initial post so I wanted to at least mention this stuff.

Comments from the tumblr post which sparked my initial concerns.

Screenshots from the LinkedIn link, with the initial contact and follow-up legal threat.

Screenshot from the ISI website talking about their facility and "initiative" (I noticed a lot of the wording on the website sounded like they hadn't done significant research, which also gave me pause).

And, for fun, the CDC guide on shipping frozen specimens.

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