#dies of gratitude

[urmomsfavelesbian]

🥹 shoutout to my euro bestie moot lina @snowflakenali for easing my genuinely debilitating fomo by not only getting me uk dragcon merch, but also mentioning me to daya who 😭 remembered me by name and Lit Up upon talking about me 😭, AND got a video of willow talking to me and saying my name and saying she’ll see me in april 😭 some public appreciation was necessary for dealing with paypal and crazy lines and for the soon to be hell of international shipping 🥹 and shoutout to my self proclaimed accountant jess @polychromeedge for Also helping me deal with the hell of paypal and always counseling me through my fomo and ridiculous levels of daya induced mental illness and getting excited for me to wake up and see images 🥰 and shoutout to my big sister ashie @dayabot for freaking out about dayasco with me 24/7 for days now and writing endless winding concepts about the vamp wives and coordinating posts with me and letting me send willow n boscy performance videos and endlessly enabling my terminal levels of boscobrain. and an overall shoutout to the gay community and dayasluts working together 😌

[its-ate-oclock-somewhere]

Futamono Flower Meaning

So you're telling me that the very night after Will whore Graham sent someone to murder Hannibal simp Lecter, the man created this?!

[heavensickness]

the scene of all fucking time

[leonardcohenofficial]

i’ve been working professionally in the arts for nearly a decade now (horrifying. the passing of time and all of its sickening crimes etc. etc.) and have seen that you quite literally will not make it if you do not learn how to Act Normal™️ around celebrities; all this to caveat that there are very few feelings of gratitude like that of getting to express to someone whose art has impacted you just how much it and/or they have meant to you;​ giving people their flowers is a mutually beneficial experience when done without performance and unselfishly

[rawcookiedough]

20th November ‘24

I promised myself I’ll start you as a gratitude journal again from the 18th but I have the discipline of an obnoxious chihuahua.

Today I am grateful for getting my work done on time, having a shower, making eggs and getting to work on time.

I am grateful for a day that is not taxing on my body and a teacher who teaches without berating.

I am most of all grateful for my parents who constantly put up with me and honestly are so very cool.

Always thoroughly grateful for Cyan who somehow is spring in human form and I cannot believe I could get to spend the entirety of my life with him eventually.

I can’t believe he wants to spend his life with me too🙈

Sometimes I do live in a love story.

[acourtofquestions]

Aelin's gaze shifted then. From her hands, her horrifically pristine skin, to the wolf across the clearing.

She blinked twice. And then slowly rose.

Unaware or uncaring of her nakedness, she took an unsteady step. Rowan was instantly there--or as close as the flames would allow.

He could push through, shielding himself in ice or simply by cutting off the air that fed her flames. But to cross that line, to shove into her flames. But to cross that line, to shove into her flames when so much, too much, had been stolen from her... He didn't let himself think about the distant, wary recognition on her face when she'd seen him--seen all of them. As if she wasn't entirely certain to trust them. Trust this.

Aelin managed another step, teetering.

He glimpsed her neck as she passed. Even the twin bite marks, his mark of claiming, had vanished.

Encased in flame, Aelin walked to Fenrys. The white wolf did not stir.

Sorrow softened her face, even with that quiet distance. Sorrow, and gratitude.

Gavriel and Elide remained on Fenrys's other side as she approached. Backed away a step.

Not from fear, but to give her space in this moment of farewell.

They had to go. Lingering here, despite the miles between them and the camp, was folly. They could carry Fenrys until it was over, but... Rowan couldn't bring himself to say it. To tell Aelin that it might not be wise to draw out this good-bye the way she needed. They had minutes, at best, to spare before they had to be on the move.

But if scouts or sentries found them, he'd make sure they didn't get close enough to disturb her. Gavriel and Lorcan seemed to be having the same thought, their eyes meeting from across the clearing. Rowan jerked his chin toward the western tree line in silent order. They stalked for it.

Aelin knelt beside Fenrys, and her flame enveloped them both. The fire gave way to a reddish-gold aura, a shield that he knew would melt the flesh of anyone who tried to cross. It flowed and rippled around them, a bubble of coppery air, and through it, Rowan watched as she ran a hand down the wolf's battered side.

Gavriel had healed most of the wounds, but the blood remained. Aelin made long, gentle strokes over his fur, her head angled as she spoke too softly for Rowan to hear. Slowly, painfully, Fenrys cracked open an eye.

Agony filled it--agony and yet something like relief, and joy, at the sight of her bare face. And exhaustion. Such exhaustion that Rowan knew death would be a welcome embrace, a kiss from Silba herself, goddess of gentle ends.

Aelin spoke again, the sound either contained or swallowed by her shield. No tears. Only that sorrow--and clarity.

A queen's face, he realized as Lorcan and Gavriel took up spots along the glen's border. It was a queen's face that looked upon Fenrys. A queen who took his massive paw in her hands, pushing back folds of fur and skin to unsheathe a curved claw. She slid it over her bare forearm, splitting skin. Leaving blood in its wake. Rowan's breath caught. Gavriel and Lorcan whirled toward them. Aelin spoke again, and Fenrys blinked once in answer. She deemed that answer enough. "Holy gods," Lorcan breathed as Aelin extended her bleeding forearm to Fenrys's mouth. "Holy rutting gods." For Fenrys's loyalty, for his sacrifice, there was no greater reward she could offer. To keep him from death, there was no other way to save him. Only this. Only the blood oath. And as Fenrys managed to lap the blood from her wound, as he swore a silent vow to queen, blinking a few more times, Rowan's chest became unbearably tight. Severing the blood oath to one queen had snapped his life force, his soul. Swearing the blood oath to another might very well repair that cleaving, the ancient magic binding Fenrys's fading life to Aelin's. Three mouthfuls. That's all Fenrys took before he laid his head back on the moss and closed his eyes. Aelin curled on her side next to him, flames encompassing them both. Rowan couldn't move. None of them moved. Aelin mouthed a short, curt word. Fenrys did not respond. She spoke again, that queen's face unfaltering.

Live.

She'd use the blood oath to force him to remain on this side of life. Still Fenrys didn't stir. Across the bubble of flame and heat, Elide put a hand over her mouth, eyes shining bright. She'd read the word on Aelin's lips, too. Aelin spoke a third time, teeth flashing as she gave Fenrys her first order. Live. Rowan didn't breathe as they waited. Long minutes passed. Then Fenrys's eyes cracked open.

Aelin held the wolf's gaze, nothing in her face save that grave, unyielding command.

Slowly, Fenrys stirred. His paws shifted beneath him, legs straining. And he rose.

"I don't believe it," Lorcan whispered. "I don't..."

But there was Fenrys, standing before their But there was Fenrys, standing before their now-kneeling queen. And there was Fenrys, inclining his head, shoulders dipping with him, one paw sweeping before the other. Bowing. A ghost of a smile graced her mouth, gone before it ever took form.

Aelin remained kneeling, though. Even as Fenrys surveyed them, surprise and relief lighting his dark eyes. His gaze met Rowan's, and Rowan smiled, bowing his head.

"Welcome to the court, pup," he said, his voice thick.

Raw emotion rippled across that lupine face, and then Fenrys turned back to Aelin.

She was staring at nothing. Fenrys nudged her shoulder with his furry head.

She ran an idle hand through the wolf's white coat. Rowan's heart clenched.

Maeve had cleaved into Rowan's own mind to Maeve had cleaved into Rowan's own mind to trick his very instincts. What had she done to her? What had she done these months?

"We need to go," Gavriel said, his own voice thick as he took in Fenrys, standing proud and watchful beside Aelin.

[ae-cha08]

May your heart be stirred to live in light of God's unconditional love 💙

[eorzeashan]

I've been tagged multiple times but have bad memory so I'll just present it as a regular wip 😅 if you tagged me in a wip game, thank you so much!! (I love and appreciate being thought of in those)

WIP Wednesday

Knights of the Meshi (Ep 2):

“It’s more than enough,” Theron answered, a bit of uncertainty leaking into his tone as he stared at the foodstuffs. The vegetables taunted him from their comfy spot atop the counter next to the impressive array of knives and cooking utensils laid out side-by-side like an interrogation toolkit. “...I think.” He wiped the tip of his nose.

Theron hated to admit it, but he was no culinarian. Master Zho had never taught him (really, what could you teach a kid to cook in the wilderness besides canned goods and pre-packaged rations), and his stint as a SIS agent since his youth had left him with little time to prepare nor care. The extent of his cooking repertoire could quickly be summed up to sticking a frozen Orobird leg in the flash oven and waiting for two minutes, sadly.

So why was he making an effort now?

The image of the Commander’s tired face weary from battle and sleepless nights, aging lines etched deep into their skin with the carvings of a destiny too large for one person, flashed in Theron’s mind. He’d seen the way they’d fought–skipped meals, denied themselves sleep, hid the way their gaze turned vacant when they thought no one was looking, left their cafeteria plate practically untouched, compounded blackened bottoms of endless cups of caf, the stims—the Commander was burning themselves at both ends.

Hypocritical as it was, he couldn’t stand watching them drive themselves into the ground. The galaxy’s fate was important, but…not as important as they were to Theron. Yet he found himself at a loss; what words he wanted to tell them to eat better, to sleep more, to stop hurting themselves fell short whenever the Commander gave him that one look. That look of resignation, deep as the dull ache that would settle in his chest afterwards.

“I’m okay,” They’d tell him, smiling wan, “Thank you, Theron.” It’s alright. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me.

[spiribia]

me and my page seraph (i love this kid) (im going to die in a bandit ambush later on in my life)

[the-everqueen]

have i thought about a serious 1920s corimatt human au where the corinthian is dream's troublesome ward and matthew is the new visitor/tutor/secretary of the estate who gradually falls for him? of course i have, i saw assad zaman in the gifs of hotel portofino like all of you.

[axemetaphor]

thanks to @meowchela I am now the proud owner of one (1) John Dies At The End DVD

ETA since I didn't originally include it (the bottom of the package Withheld it from me) she also drew the trio!!

look at it it looks so good !! much better in person because my phone camera doesn't like pencil drawings apparently but still !!!! :D

[katetcake]

I think my favorite thing abt Death in the new Puss in Boots movie is that he's not Evil. Idk much abt Spanish culture, but in Mexican culter, Death is good. Santa Muerte is someone you can pray to for help. She is benevolent and kind.

So the fact that they made Death scary but not evil is actually so important

[s0fter-sin]

i hate the commercialisation of the avengers inside the mcu both bc i find it cringy and meta but also bc it narratively doesn’t make sense.

we spent ten years establishing that the avengers are a contentious presence, civil war was literally about people not trusting them bc of what/who they are and now it’s almost completely erased and everyone loves them now? and don’t even get me started on rogers the musical

the way clint reacts makes it seem like the writers are trying to say it’s in poor taste but it’s less bc it trivialises a literal alien invasion but bc clint misses natasha and it hurts him to see an interpretation of her. not bc people are singing and dancing about an event that got hundreds if not thousands of people killed. the closest american equivalent i can think of is 9/11. people can’t even joke about it without being torn apart and it happened over 20 years ago. the battle of new york happened 10 years ago in the current mcu, the snap happened maybe a year ago, you’re telling me everyone’s chill with a musical about one of the worst days of their lives?

“i can do this all day” being their tagline encapsulates everything i dislike about it. the only people steve said that to were nazis that were immediately killed, tony who would never talk about what happened in siberia and the 2012 version of steve says it to him. no one else would know that phrase and acting like it’s something he crowed from the rooftops is at best a plot hole and at worse, an indictment of how little care the writers are having for the new era of the mcu

[byakugoseal]

Anonymous asked: As someone new to the naruto rpc are there any blogs you would recommened following? I wanted to ask you because you seem pretty active

               Unprompted messages for the mun // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

☆    ━━ Hi nonnie, welcome to the RPC! Yes, there are quite a few blogs I would recommend. However, let me preface by saying that I follow a lot of people and there are SO MANY blogs that I would recommend. I would love to gush about each and everyone of them but we would be here all day! I want to say that only picking a few of you guys was extremely hard because I want to scream from the rafters about all of you! Without further ado, here are a few of the blogs I would recommend (but please know I would gush about all of you if I could!!):

*Please note these are in no particular order**  There are SO MANY more of you that I would LOVE to promote and gush about your portrayals and I will do that in time! Please know that even if you were NOT mentioned here I would 100000% always recommend you!

@xmpereur​​ - So I’ve been following Dollita for a few weeks now and I absolutely love everything about their blog!! Their writing is phenomenal, eloquent, and truly beautiful! I cannot stress enough how much their world building brings Sasuke to life in a completely refreshing way. I am in awe with our current thread we have (and I do owe a reply which will be coming soon) because Dollita effortlessly breathes life into Sasuke’s character and truly captures his inner thoughts and emotions! Sasuke (in my opinion) is a complex character with a very deep and rich history that influences their motives behind every action. Dollita brings these influences and motivations to life without outwardly having to tell you why Sasuke is doing what he is doing. I cannot stress enough how much I love the aesthetic of their blog, their writing, and portrayal of Sasuke! 

@annienne​​ - Annie!! I absolutely LOVE every single one of Annie’s portrayals, she has a true knack for bringing everyone to life! I do believe that she has a true talent for writing and I can genuinely hear her characters’ voices in her dialogue. She has a wealth of muses across various fandoms and writes them all so well. Like everyone on this list, she is a very talented RP partner and has a muse for many fandoms. I absolutely love their Juvia and Hao so so much (well, I love all of their portrayals but I just want to gush about two of them for a moment). Shaman King is one of my favorite series ever and Annie does a phenomenal job adding depth to Hao’s character and brining their motivations to life in a refreshing way. Her Juvia is topnotch and I cannot stress enough how well she is written! But we are here to talk about Naruto muses so let me tell you how well written her Naruto and Tobirama are! She does these characters justice and gives them new life with every post she makes! 

@kanashimitohiai​​ - Pie where to begin? I adore every one of their portrayals. I absolutely love their take on Haku is should be a canon member of Team Seven thanks!! Pie is such a sweet person and I adore all of interactions be it in character or OOC when we are screaming about our muses together via discord! From canon characters to OCs’ I absolutely love every single one of Pie’s muses! Whilst I could write and gush about ALL their muses let me just tell you how amazing their Haku and Sasuke is!! The characters are brought to life with depth and ease on this blog and I do recommend you check them out! I will protect their Lee with everything I got, Lee is Sakura’s buddy!

@maitiest​​ - I have said once and I will say it again I ADORE Kaddy’s blog with every fiber in my being! Gosh do I love their Lee so so much! I will always stan this blog no matter what! I know I have said this statement before BUT to take a character and truly make it your own, to write them in such a way that it becomes THE CANON character I associate with when I think about their characters is no easy feet. However, Kaddy does this with ease. Sakura would protect their Lee and even Gai with her life! I absolutely love the world building they have done for Lee and Gai

@godsand​ / @fowleyes​​ - AMY!!! boy oh boy does Amy write ALL their muses PHENOMINALLY! They do every character they write justice and breathe such life into all of them. She brings all her characters voices to the forefront and brings to life each and every one of their motivations, inner feelings and morality to life. The characters she writes come to life with eloquence and raw emotion. From talking OOC to interacting in character I am always in awe with Amy, from their talent to their kindness! No matter the fandom or what blog they are on I will ALWAYS give Amy a follow and scream from the rooftops about how well written all of their blogs are!

@chidoried​ / @writelives​ / @writemuse​​ - I cannot stress enough how TALENTED Blossom is! All the muses they write and SO well written and come to life in the prose of their writing. From talking OOC about our characters to interacting in character I always love whatever interaction comes my way from this talented writer! From their canon characters to their OCs all of them are written beautifully. I am always in awe of everything they post because she truly does understand all of her characters! I love everything about ALL of their blogs and posts! While I haven’t known Blossom for too long, I am truly lucky to be mutuals with someone as talented as she is! 

@ournindos​​ - So I have known Trevor for QUITE a long time now, a few years if memory serves. Trevor is extremely talented with all the muses they write and has such refreshing ideas for every single one of his muses. He has a plethora of muses across various fandoms and each and every one of them are very well written! He truly has a good understanding on Naruto from how his childhood impacts him in adulthood to how experiences in life have shaped him into the man he has become in Boruto! 

@ofsavior​​ - While Madi may not have a Naruto muse, I cannot miss an opportunity to express my love for them and their blog! We have been following one another from pretty much my first step on to Tumblr. From their Dabi adopting my Eri to Gray and Erza sharing moments together and learning from one another to EVERY other interaction we have had over the years I am always in support and awe of everything Madi does! Madi is a very talented writer and a super kind mun, someone I consider myself lucky to be friends with! No matter what blog I am on I will ALWAYS follow Madi’s blog without hesitation. One day I will revive Erza to continue to pester Gray with her crush on him ♡

So this post is getting long and I need to stop myself before I tag all of my mutuals! Everyone here mentioned is wicked talented and bring their muse(s) to life. I will always recommend these blogs no matter what! I think you should consider checking them out. 

Now, for everyone I did not mention please note I think you are all wicked talented and I felt very bad for having to only mention a few of you. Please note that just because I did not mention you hear DOES NOT mean I do not love your blog (because I do love it)! You are wicked talented and bring you muse to life in such a remarkable way! I will, in time of course, I will gush about you. If you were not mentioned please feel free to jump into my asks so I can gush about you on the dash if you would like!

Nonnie, thank you for your question (though I do feel rather badly for having to only pick a few of my mutuals). I think that everyone I follow is so unbelievably talented that I constantly count myself as lucky for being mutuals with them!

[llycaons]

I hope wwx cries a lot more postcanon than he does even in canon. I don't know how he'd cope with the sheer density of all the terrible things that have happened to him, and the contrast between that and the peace in his second life, any other way

[mindsmade]

@stardustvein / meme: shunt. shove my muse backwards [protectively].

Another planet, another vault to be opened. That, and another wave of Remnant to be overcome. Liam makes a point of being on the frontline in any fight, and this one's no different — even if facing down three breachers coming from different directions does bring to life a split-second jolt of doubt in his mind. In fact, those three alongside a pair of nullifiers flanking him and another two assemblers up ahead make for a particularly menacing band of foes.

But he's a crisis specialist. Of course he knows what to do! Naturally, this situation calls for a show of skill; some acrobatics and blinding agility. So out come his overclocked omni-blades, and —

Thud. In precisely the blink of an eye, his back's against one of the pillars jutting out of the sand. He'll be digging grains of Elaaden's planet-wide desert out of his pants until next week.

But that's obviously a concern for another day. Once he realises he's not actually on his feet anymore, but slouched against the Remnant structure, his blurry eyesight sharpens.

Of course that little, blue shit would've pushed him aside. Oh, he can't really call her that and mean it anymore, but his frustration's there all the same. ❛  Peebs! Seriously?!  ❜

Up he scrambles, plucking his gun off the ground somewhere along the way and diving behind a raised barrier for cover. It puts him too far behind Peebee for her to hear him even if he'd shout, so he resorts to using the comm line. ❛  Appreciate the gesture, but you do see the shit you've landed yourself in, don't you?  ❜ He peeks over the edge, and finds himself greeted by a laser beam whirring past his head. He instantly ducks again. ❛  Also: you owe me a backrub when we get back!  ❜

Only a guttural groan ( 'uuugh ...' ) reminds him that this line isn't private. ❛  Oops. Sorry, Ryder!  ❜