#endless support for him

[suntails]

(sharing appreciated, 🔗 below! 💛)

PREORDERS OPEN!!

my silver artbook will be accepting orders thru the end of september, i expect to ship during november so tell all your silver friends that food has arrived ✨ ALL ORDERS EXCEPT UK:

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[scatterbrainedbot]

here have a wip of a rat sons comic that i keep tearing up about while writing

(feat. tortoise papa splinter and his rat baby leonardo)

[godsfavoritescientist]

you ever think about how bill is who the pines could have been if they didn't have any kind of support from anyone in their lives

[nano30cm]

they're gym buddies :)

[kayvsworld]

imagine if there was a redwing plush. a plush of redwing the small robot who flies. peace and love on planet earth

[http-byler]

☆ incandescent ☆

[nenoname]

grumbling about the Joke i despise cos judging by stan's letter i think he knows full well to dismiss bill as being important at this point and knows how much ford was genuinely hurt and had his life ruined by him

(plus i feel like it's become one line not to cross and make fun of, like how stan would never mock ford's hands while he's fine bringing up other stuff to make fun of or use as insults against ford)

[leafsfromthevine]

thinking about the fics where sokka and zuko reconcile/confess/kiss/etc under the moonlight and then they both smile fondly up at the full moon knowing that yue is cheering them on

[dream-of-the-bitchless]

Guys. Guys. GUYS

I finally got the stickers I ordered from @aisalynn's shop and I'm extremely enamoured by them and by the lovely card that came with them. They're so glossy and high quality, and I can't wait to stick them over everything, not even my cats are safe xD

So if you're looking for Sandman (or Black Sails!) stickers, look no further and hurry to her Ko-fi to get yours!

[districtsof-treason]

thots and prayers to all the joe keery hoes now that he’s in his slut era y’all are about to be so thirsty for an unknown amount of time

[unproduciblesmackdown]

omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!

[onyxbird]

Mr. Sandman, Ring Me a Dream

Summary: Death decides that a phone will help her little brother stay more connected to human friends. (Or “friend,” singular, for the moment.) Not to worry, she's taken care of all of the setup, right down to the ringtone. Just give this number to Hob and put it in your pocket. Please, little brother. For me.

Dream should have known to ask more questions…

Read on AO3

Ch. 1: “Turn on Your Magic Beam”

“Just try it for a bit,” said his sister. “You don't have to do anything but put it in your pocket and answer it if it rings.”

“I have no need for a telephone, mobile or otherwise,” said Dream. “Hob and I have remained in contact for centuries without any such thing.”

Death raised an eyebrow. “You see one another once a century by appointment, and you missed the last one. I'm just saying the humans have invented all sorts of communication devices, and you should try being a little more reachable. You might like it.”

Dream refrained from actually rolling his eyes, but Death seemed to get the point.

“Look, I've completely set it up for you. It's got Hob's number in it.” She punched the green phone handset button, “Contacts,” and the solitary entry labeled “Hob Gadling” with exaggerated slowness, the phone flourished in front of his withering gaze so that he couldn't avoid seeing the process. “I even set a ringtone for you! All you have to do is give him this string of numbers. He'll know what to do.”

Dream did not dignify that with a response.

“Come on, little brother. Give it a fair chance. For me.” She paused until his disdainful expression cracked, and she smirked in victory. “If you hate it, you can always go back to your once-a-century meeting and no harm done, right?”

Dream begrudgingly slid the glossy black rectangle into his pocket. Human innovations were often far from “no harm done” in his opinion, but fine, if his sister believed this one was harmless, he supposed he could humor her.

He dropped by to find Hob, crossly shoved the piece of paper with numbers at him, muttering that his sister had insisted on getting him a phone, and promptly forgot about it.

…

James' back hit the wall behind him, starting to question whether buying the tiny ziploc baggie of allegedly “magical” powder had been a mistake.

He'd mostly bought it as a joke, anyway. The seller had put on a surprisingly convincing song and dance to “prove” that the sand was magical rather than just gray sand, but really. Magic sand? Besides, if it were as special as he claimed, the price would surely have been higher.

Still, if the sand was fake, the salesman was an excellent illusionist, and the entertainment value alone had been worth the small price being charged.

…At least it had been until this goth beanstalk showed up, trailed by a raven, of all things. James had initially brushed that off, too. When you hung around in circles where someone was likely to sell you “magic dream sand,” you encountered a lot of odd people.

This one was persistent—James couldn't seem shake him—and his initial blunt pushiness had edged over into scary.

James tried to tune back into what he was saying. Maybe he should just—

An incongruously cheerful tune derailed his train of thought.

“Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom. “Bom bom bom bom bom.”

The apparition did not react or change expression as the a capella harmony continued.

“Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream! Make him the cutest that I've ever seen.”

The apparition's eyebrows knitted together. He glanced around, as if looking for the source of the sound. He pivoted slowly in a complete circle, peering in all directions, as the song continued to play.

The raven cocked its head quizzically. “That coming from you, boss?”

(Great. A talking bird, as if this wasn't weird enough.)

“What do you mean 'is it coming from me?' Why would it?”

Words spilled out of James' mouth before he could think better of it. “…Is it your phone?”

He regretted speaking as soon as the apparition's attention snapped back onto him.

“I do not have a phone.”

“Uhh… actually…” said the raven.

The pale brow furrowed. “Oh. That's right.” He started patting his sides as if trying to locate something in his pockets. He fished out a black rectangle just as the music abruptly cut off, midway through the “Mr. Sandman” leading into the second verse.

He stared blankly at the it.

“I think you missed the call?” offered James.

There was silence for a moment. “It says 'Missed Call,'” the apparition confirmed. “'Hob.' There's a little picture of his face.”

“Yeah, you missed it, then. Maybe they'll leave a voicemail?”

The apparition scrutinized him. “A… 'voicemail'?”

James floundered. “Yeah. You know, record a message for you?”

Based on the apparition's expression, he did not know.

“Or you could just call 'em back?”

The apparition frowned at the phone again. “I… do not know how to do that.”

“There's—There should be a button.” He reached towards the phone automatically, starting to feel like he was talking to his Gran rather than a seemingly supernatural entity trying to mug him for dubiously magical sand. “Can I see? Yeah, right there—if you click on that, it should call them back.”

A long pale finger carefully poked at the spot James had indicated, before raising the phone to his ear.

There was a pause.

“Ah, this one rings like a bell, not music. That's what I thought they were supposed to do.”

“Uh… Well, that's what it does on your end while it's waiting for the other person to pick up. Might be music on their end, though.”

“Oh.”

“Hob,” declared the apparition. He paused. “Yes. I retrieved my phone, but you were no longer there.” He frowned. “Yes, I was busy. I still am. …This human said that otherwise you might send me mail, and I do not receive letters in the Dreaming. …I am not certain I know how to do that. …Very well. Thirty minutes hence.”

He frowned at the phone for another long moment, before looking back at James. “Do I have to turn it off?”

“Uh… I think the other guy probably hung up on his end, so…” He craned for a glimpse at the screen. “No, you don't have to do anything. The call already disconnected.”

The apparition carefully slid the phone back into a pocket, and clasped his hands behind his back. “I thank you for your assistance,” he said solemnly. “Now, there is still the issue of the dream sand, which you may not keep.”

Ch. 2 on AO3

[theminecraftgay]

You understand Junko and her character better than her creators do ~♡

Thank you very much!!! She’s special to me, I fully believe she wasn’t meant to be written as tragic as she is, but if you look at what got her there she’s such a tragedy. I’m in strong belief that The Tragedy wouldn’t have happened (or at the very least could have been controlled) if Hope’s Peak wasn’t run like that, and if she had gotten help. With the way that school functioned, Junko was inevitable.

She’s very special to me. I’m happy people enjoy my interpretation of her!! I’ll be doodling her more from a fucked up little AU my brother and I have soon so look out for a revamped Survivor!Junko design!!

[wastingspaces]

my best friend keeps encouraging me to go out with this guy i’ve been friends with for years and i don’t know how to feel. logically, i should not date him. he doesn’t live anywhere near me. but,,, he is also very nice and sweet and seems to really care about me. she says i should just give it a shot… fuck this is confusing

[pancakehouse]

WHEN am i gonna get the poll update i am a girl with decision fatigue i am so tired and so weak i cannot be expected to make choices on my own??? tumblr!!!! gimme it!!!

[moe-broey]

I gotta say I am FOREVER thankful and deeply honored that I have found this tiny corner of Tumblr dot com where everyone is insane about Alfonse Fire Emblem and also Sharena my friend Sharena bc. I'm usually not a stickler for reblog to like ratios, I don't mind and I understand, BUT PLEASE. IF YOU REBLOG MY ART PLEAS EPLESE PLEAAASEEE BE INSANE ABOUT IT 💔💔💔💔💔

(I DO wanna make it clear I'm not ragging on anyone LMFAO and I'm still really happy when people enjoy my work! But ESPP when it comes to me posting comics/concepts it IS an open invitation please be silly and/or unwell about characters with me 🥺)