#english is still hard

[trepppy]

Update on the kids sprites!!

For now think I'm move on to the trolls but I'm listening to any feedback or variant requests!

[literatureaesthetic]

at the risk of sounding like an absolute lunatic.....i miss studying books and writing essays on them😭

[0039pf-third-blog-hooray]

leon is urgently called on a mission

leon: sorry, mr. president, i'm in madrid. with the daughter of the previous mr. president. no, i can't, i'm at a wedding. mr. president, this is my wedding. no, not with the daughter of the previous mr. president, luis serra. yes, a criminal in 10 countries, but like i said, i’m in madrid.

there’s a wedding march in the background

by @pol-parketny

[cringefail-clown]

this one never showed up in tagz even when i changed stuff around so im reposting it ILL NOT BE SILENCED. anyway ive drawn this one for bones of black marrow on ao3 its literally one of my favorite fics out there. theres a lot of bangin in this one tho so beware!! the pron IS the plot

[whatstheoccasion]

"You are the rock on which I stand, Steady me, please take my hand, Hold me now until the break of day."

— Charles Wiles.

Pirates don't help people, he used to spit. I was not born into this world to help anyone.

Yet, as the fabric of your shirt softly shifts up your skin making you shiver, Law finds himself unable to stop the hand raising his blanket, keeping you warm.

You're not just people, though, he poorly excuses himself. You're more than just anyone to him.

Which is why he pretends to not notice how clingy you get when the sun's barely peeking through the windows, warm and bright enough to make out the shape of your face, features he awkwardly traces with the tip of his fingers, finding himself needing the intimacy, this closeness with you.

He cherishes these slight pieces of yourself you only show him. Asleep, vulnerable and soft to the touch, trusting this callous man to keep your dreams safe, Law has to bite his tongue to hold himself from repeating the same three little words to you like a fool.

He chastises himself for even thinking about it.

And then you start to wake up, with bloated cheeks and messy hair, your eyes still fighting sleep, and God, it's useless, Law thinks. It's an urge too hard to resist– but he refuses to say it out loud. He's content with protecting you as it is, tightening his blanket around you and trying to fix your hair.

Will it be too much for you, he wonders, impatiently waiting for your eyes to fully open, if he physically gives you his heart to keep, to protect?

"Law?"

You shove your face further down his neck, eyes scrunching in a tender way that makes Law's hands clench and unclench with the need to touch.

He hums low on his chest in response, bringing your body closer to his. When you don't continue, eyes closing again, he grumbles out, "Morning."

He feels your smile on his neck, one sleepy kiss pressed against it. "Good morning, love."

It hurts.

Up to this day, Law's guilt clenches with a vice-like grip around his chest, reminding him how he doesn't deserve this warmth, this forgiveness you give him.

It's a hole his heart still aches to fill– this disgusting need for affection, a need he can't allow himself to ask for out loud, but one he desperately looks for anyways.

When you're out and about on a new island, linking pinkies and pressing your side against his, teasing him for his pink cheeks and burning glare.

Aflot in the Polar Bear, dragging his tired self up deck to get some much needed sun in his system, his palms tingling where your hands held him.

On nights he's blessed with your pleasure, where he's insatiable until he makes you his– unsatisfied until every part of you is marked with his name, his traces.

So when you pull him closer to you now, he doesn't say a word. He doesn't tease you like he would any other day, doesn't call you out on how your body seems to always gravitate towards his– today he's not sure if his good intentions would come clear enough, and what if one last remark is what pushes you to finally leave him for good?

Law instinctively holds you closer, letting your body soothe his restless mind. You're here. You're staying. You love him.

You hug him even tighter in your sleep, entwining your legs together, impossibly closer to eachother. He's usually not positive for anything, but you're for sure a gift from his loved ones up above, because only those who cared for him enough could guide you to him.

He has one final thought before dozing off again, as the tiny fluttering of your eyelashes on his skin and the slight rise from the waves of the New World lull him to sleep, carrying so much fondness he doesn't even put up a fight when his eyes start to drop.

His heart is staying right where it belongs.

[soriastrider]

that one meme

original:

[tyuncat]

thinking about possessive but soft dom!soobin who gets jealous when you get physically too close (in his opinion) to the other members. you’re his treasured possesion and he does not like to share.

soobin, who pulls you back to him and anxiously fidgets with the hem of your skirt for the remainder of the evening.

soobin, who appears calm and won’t say a word but gives a death stare every time any of the members dares to look your way.

soobin, who won’t let go of your hand the whole way home, looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars, occasionally kissing your lips fleetingly and tearing up a bit thinking about the possibility of losing you one day.

finally soobin who touches you like you were made out of the finest porcelain and could break under mere pressure of his hands, leaving butterfly kisses all over your body, trying to leave delicate marks to show that you’re only his, without causing even a tiny bit of pain or discomfort. eating you out like a starved man, like you were the only thing he wants to taste forever. so sweet and addictive. tears of desperation forming in his eyes once again as he says "they would never give it to you like i do, they would never treat you the same way. you’re mine, only mine". and later falling asleep holding your fragile body in his warm caring embrace, whispering words of affection in your ear and making sure that you know he would never let any other man touch you.

you’re ruined for anyone else by him anyway.

[dailysayakamiki]

Sayaka fights herself

[occudo]

I know it's probably like, a super weird thing to ask but are the flowers Michael brought Eric African Violets? If not what are they?

It's really okay to ask :D They are pansies

[nebulanightsky]

Is it just me or arthur looks way more surperior than ds dream

Arthur von licht by onebizarrekai

[duine-aiteach]

I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’m Irish and used to seeing all sorts of haha jokes about how weird our names are etc but yet I’m always surprised how surprised people are when I say that I find Welsh a pretty easy language to get the gist of. It makes sense! Welsh is something I know very little of but yet I find it easy enough to parse out the pronunciation of. I don’t always know what things mean but I’m not usually that far off in how they should be said.

[silentiumdelirium]

Ok this post inspired me to write a part 2 in Eddie‘s pov

Part 1

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Eddie is completely frozen. It all feels like a dream. Steve coming here to ask him to kiss him. Eddie confessing that it was his first kiss. Steve wanting Eddie to have a real first kiss. And now Steve‘s lips are on his. He’s standing so close that Eddie can feel his body pressed to his, his cold hands on his cheeks and at the back of his head, in his hair. And Eddie doesn‘t know what to do. He imagines himself waking up every moment and having to deal with the fact that he had another dream about Steve kissing him. It‘s better than a nightmare sure but still it drives Eddie mad every time it happens and he has to pretend he just likes Steve as a friend.

But he‘s not waking up, he‘s still here, Steve lips are still on his and Eddie doesn‘t want this to end. Even If it’s not real, even if it’s just to prove Robin something, he doesn’t care. Because as long as Steve’s lips are on his, he can pretend that this is real. He can feel Steve’s tongue pushing at his lips and he reacts completely on impulse, opens his mouth which somehow makes him able to move again and he freaks out completely and just grabs Steve‘s ass. Steve makes a surprised sound into Eddie‘s mouth and suddenly graps his hair which makes Eddie grab Steve‘s ass harder pressing his whole body against his. Steve moans into his mouth and it ripples through Eddie‘s whole body like electricity. He never wants to hear anything else again. He would even give up listening to his favorite metal mixtape if he could just listens to Steve‘s moans the rest of his lives. Sadly there is another sound making his way through Eddie‘s ears. A loud banging and Eddie thinks this is probably what will wake him up now. His uncle banging against his door telling him it‘s time to get up and go to school. But even when they break apart, Eddie doesn‘t wake up. He‘s still in the kitchen looking at Steve breathless, his hair a bit ruffled, his lips flush and cheecks reddend. Beautiful Eddie thinks still completley mesmerized by the face of Steve until the banging gets louder and Eddie finally draws his eyes away from him and goes to open the door.

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Not gonna lie mostly wrote this for you @stevesbipanic hope you like it 🥹

[stuckinapril]

At a point in my life where coming off as racially ambiguous is bothering me bc I want to be proudly Arab more than ever before

[uncanny-tranny]

In my quest to be a mediocre knitter, I started with twenty stitches after my cast-on and ended with twenty-two

[sysig]

Hey, hey! RnR not requested! (Patreon)

[notaplaceofhonour]

I would like to kill Studio Ghibli pronunciation discourse. The Japanese name of the studio is スタジオジブリ or “Sutajio Jiburi”, pronounced with a “j” sound. It’s named after an Italian airplane, the ghibli, pronounced with a hard “g” sound; this is the name used in English: “Studio Ghibli”.

You aren’t “pronouncing it wrong” by saying Ghibli with a hard G any more than you’re pronouncing it wrong by saying “studio” instead of “sutajio”, nor are you “pronouncing it wrong” by saying Ghibli with a soft g/j sound: words change pronunciation as they pass from one language to another because the native speakers use the sounds that make sense to them. Ghibli changed to jiburi (despite being more accurately transliterated as ギブリ or “giburi”) when it passed from Italian to Japanese just like قبلي or “qibliyy” changed to ghibli when it passed from Arabic to Italian; there’s no reason the pronunciation wouldn’t change passing from either Italian or Japanese to English as well to fit what makes sense to us.

Just use what makes sense to you.