#editing this to explain a bit more

[northstarwomenblog]

corn boy is now a slur because i said so and i can reclaim it cause i am starlo from hit game undertale yellow.

[gammija]

tiefling jon's first day at the Archives

[syn0vial]

after attempting to commission art of boba fett without his helmet, i am forced to consider that a good number of artists, subconsciously or not, cannot accept that temuera morrison has always been hot despite his lack of european features, and honestly this explains a lot about the fucking travesty that is every single clone's face in TCW and TBB

[raggydollsscreenshots]

Posting screenshots from The Raggy Dolls every day until ITV puts it on ITVX: Day 76:

[t-u-i-t-c]

some information about the kyoryuger's relationship with music that might be useful for the next episode of king-ohger:

music is a core source of power for the kyoryugers, alongside bravery- torin was inspired to create the kyoryugers after the priestess sung the earth's melody

the kyoryugers dance when they transform bc it is written in their ancestral dna

power of a kyoryuger's can be passed through family

being washed by the light of the earth makes one able to hear the earth's melody- being able to hear the melody makes one destined to help protect earth

[farseerofv0id]

*scrolling through the tag for the first time*

"Mizu is a trans man and so it's transphobic for the creators to show part of his life as a woman or talk about him with she/her at all"

*absurd amount of self control not to engage in what would become a fruitless discussion, ultimately keep scrolling*

"Mizu is a woman and it's disrespectful to women to call her a trans man because it takes away a 'strong woman' representation"

*scream into a pillow*

[enbyjane]

the truth is (a perspective on love)

context: edit based off a personal conversation with @onlineproblems about parental love, unconditional love and the love we deserve bonus: her wise perspective:

more bonus:

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Mrs Mix Up

romance novella

two librarians are just beginning to acknowledge their mutual attraction as they start to work more closely together to save their library from budget cuts

when they go to a conference they’re accidentally marked as married and given the same hotel room

demiromantic lesbian MC

[spicedfink]

I've come up with an alt for Topher: Vtuber He'd have an anime catgirl model and talk in (mostly) his normal voice

[bacon-neko]

SoM Day 8+9

remember those chores we still technically need to do?

Arrows lay scattered around them and as she leaned over, gathering the few within arm’s reach. One lay at Keraunos’ feet which he poked at with his long, tapered bill before slipping back into his human form and gathering the remaining arrows into his hands.

“What were we chasing?” Keraunos asked, extending the arrows to her.

With a grimace, Alkidike grabbed them. “I dunno,” she said, sliding them into her quiver. “Some sorta snake. It’s been eating people’s animals.” She shifted her arms and got them under her with a groan.

Keraunos held out his hand and pulled her to her feet, pressing his palm to her shoulder when she swayed a bit. “We should get you home,” he said, echoing her mother, voicing her worry.

Alkidike yanked backwards. “No! The traps, I gotta check the traps.”

“The… what?”

“My rabbit traps. My ma, we—” The girl sniffed and swiped her hand beneath her nose. “It’s food. We need it.”

Hesitant, he mulled over any agreement, but Alkidike was already pushing past him, wincing every couple of steps, but marching on. He trailed after her, eyeing the bloody scrape on her elbow, waiting for the wound to begin sealing itself shut, but it never did. Instead, her jaw quivered while a thin stream of blood inched towards her palm.

“You were a really pretty bird,” she said, breaking the silence. He thanked her and she continued with a sniff, admitting that, “It woulda been cool if you were a hawk or eagle or something. We could’ve hunted together for real.”

The boy tilted his head. “Were we not hunting?”

“Well, yeah,” she said. “Except hoopoes are too little to go after anything worth while. Like my pa, he can turn into a vulture and he’s huge.” She threw her arms wide, only wincing a little as she turned to show Keraunos. “Not that vultures hunt like that either,” she added. “But yknow.”

[leavemetoplaythesims]

florence revamp

[ward-leon]

for the blorbo bingo , , , conspiracy guy twa-

yay yippee ^_^

[deadrlngers]

— WIP DAY

tagged by @risingsh0t thank you so much alyssa mwah <3

tagging: @arklay @morvaris @nuclearstorms @devilbrakers @uldwynsovs @girlbosselrond @faarkas @galacticvales @indorilnerevarine @camelliagwerm @denerims @reaperkiller and anyone other cool writer mutual that would like to share a wip but i'm a clown and forgot to tag

pushing forward my italian fenix agenda in this one, be warned

“There’s I love you and then there’s ti voglio bene.” He began explaining, one of his playful smirks acting as a frame to pretty confusing words. “It’s like– I care for you, I want to see you happy, I wish you all the good in this world, I–” A brief pause. His chin rested on the palm on his hand now, a sour expression telling Vesper – which didn’t dare to pull her gaze away from Fenix, not even for a moment – how bothered he was from the lack of a clean and straight translation. “It’s difficult to explain, believe me. Thing is…Love? Passes, it goes away very easily. What I call ‘bene’? That’s what sticks, or at least it leaves way more hardly.”

Audacious, that’s how Vesper replayed his reasoning in her thoughts, and that, by extension, made his previous question audacious as well; yet Fenix didn’t look fazed, nor shy or a touch embarrassed – and not of the bad kind, but the type of embarrassment of a first ‘I love you’ muttered to someone special. No, he looked positively neutral, as if he just talked of the weather or the latest news.

“Let me ask again now.” His previous smile disappeared as quickly as a snap of fingers and suddenly, other than unlikely to ever happen, Fenix appeared to be the most serious man on earth. “Mi vuoi bene?”

Silence, a matter of a few seconds that felt like hours nonetheless. “Do you? For me?”

Deflecting. Not surprising. “I asked first.”

“I say let the native speaker have the honour.”

Fenix unchained a short, amused chuckle he tried to supress as best as he could. He’s a serious man after all, or at least he tries. He shook his head, a side to side movement of enamorment, and tapped the butt of his beer bottle a few times against the concrete once more. “Yes.”

“What’s that thing you say?” Vesper hummed, unconsciously allowing the back of her boots to hit the wall in time with his glass tapping. “One word is not much, but two are too many?”

A grin tugged upward their features as they shared a knowing look. How good it felt to be noticed. In every single idiotic thing he ever said as well. In thirty years, hopefully, they would still remind each other of the useless stuff the other forgot about. “Your turn.” He pressed on, focusing back on what was his true aim. An unwillingly admitted truth.

Vesper’s eyes wandered off into the skyline of Night City: she pondered the question with a palpable uneasiness – nose scrunched up in the usual bothered fashion and lips pressed tight. Far too easy to tell how she despised any inquiry that investigated too deep into her mind and pushed her, back facing the wall with no way to escape, into voicing elaborate emotions she had no intention of acknowledging. Instead Fenix leaned forward, still holding the edge of the parapet with choking anxiety for the dizzying height of the building. Expectant, and too eager to hear her speak.

With a tilt of the head she gathered her thoughts like futile trinkets one needs to throw away, and shaped them into words. “I think at some point I did stop loving you, back then.” Vesper admitted with a thin line of somber voice as she recalled the past.  She didn’t bother with more justifications, more words; explanations at this point, between them, would be a mere show of barking at the moon – a cussing in vain. “But I guess I never stopped…” a hum followed and her eyes met again with his curiously yellow-green coloured ones “that thing you said, already forgot the word.”

Oddly, as Fenix could never manage to stay quiet for too long when he had material to perform his insufferable tricks of provocations, he kept silent for a moment. Just enough to let the words sink in, that pinch of sweetness and bitterness alike.

“Then repeat after me.” He proposed with a newly blossomed smile. Vesper rolled her eyes but she turned slightly her torso to the side anyway: to face his stupidly handsome face better and don’t miss one single movement of his unbearable lips. For language learning purposes, of course.

Student now ready to be taught, he began. Ti. Repeat. Voglio. Repetition, just like a parrot. Then an abrupt stop.

“Yeah, that can be enough too.” Fenix’s smile was too arrogantly smug now for Vesper’s tastes, but she preferred to ignore any more Italian teaching for the night."

[greyias]

Tagged by: @captainderyn -- thank you for the tag! Tagging: @meanbihexual, @keldae, @queen-scribbles (no pressure!) From the little au that could...

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Valkorion had looked down at his progeny with ill-disguised contempt, lightning dancing at the tips of his fingers as he attempted to silence what he saw as the only threat in the room. He didn’t even look up until the cold barrel of a blaster buried itself at the base of his skull.

Which brought Theron back to where he wasn’t supposed to be.

Here.

Standing in someone else’s moment, stepping into a destiny that wasn’t his, and about to set into motion a cascade of events he had no hope of understanding. He was a disgraced spy. A Jedi washout. The Force-blind son of someone else’s greatness. A man always destined to live in the shadow of others.

“Do you really think that pathetic toy will hurt me?”

[leave-your-body]

social media culture makes me go crazy insane in the head because theres srsly no way to explain it other than living through it. there are different expectations and rules depending on what platform you're on, what features you're using, what kind of post you're making, what you're posting about, what you're commenting on. and there's no guidebook. there's no way to teach this to someone who didn't grow up with it unless they get knee-deep into it. there's no way to document it for future generations. there's no way to express it properly to past ones. it's here and now and unless people start looking at it critically and get rid of the "it's not that deep" mindset the consequences of it will only get worse

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crying i absolutely love this windbloom group dynamic????????