#everyone is in their boyfriend era!

[respectthepetty]

The background noise in I Saw in You in My Dream continues to showcase "dreams" just like last week's dream shirt, and we already saw Dream Land in the first few episodes,

But the dream catcher on the swing set was a nice touch.

[imagine-to-be-a-pike]

I will never forgive fandom how unfair it is about Arthur

Dark Merlin It's usually good angst. You know, Merlin had had enough. Dark Arthur? Arthur is a fucking rapist, a monster.

Merlin guilty? Merlin feeling guilty and comforted by the entire cast. Arthur guilty? Arthur doing the worst things possible and someone razing him to the ground

Merlin always gets these nice things. always flowers, courtship, everything. Found family? Everyone comforts Merlin because big bad Arthur. (literally almost every Merlin "found family" is everyone loves Merlin and treats Arthur like shit)

Merlin gets an apology. Arthur? My parents will love me faster than someone will apologize to Arthur in fanfiction.

"suicidal, self-harming Merlin" but Arthur has no right to have mental problems (a whole lot of people have wanted him dead since he was born)

Protectivr knights? Always about Merlin.

Even the fucking omegaverse. Alpha Merlin is a nice calm creature who pretends to be a beta. Alpha Arthur... wild animal, keep Merlin in a cage.

No. Just no.

(forever grateful to those stupid British people that arthur never told merlin he was fat. because the fandom understands that something is a comedy if merlin says it. if arthur it would be ,,abuse")

[rawliverandgoronspice]

it's so incredibly hhh to me that so many people assume gerudos, especially older iterations, are out there kidnapping men when there is *zero* evidence for this even vaguely crossing their mind in canon (*BEFORE botw/totk which made weird jokes about this even though they're supposedly the "progressive" version of the gerudos but whateverrrr). in practice, they do the exact opposite!!! they keep random entitled men from wandering around unsupervised!! every single one of these men chose to be there against gerudos' explicit wishes!!!

[gunsatthaphan]

thinking about him (safe house ss1 khaotung, 2021) today

[kanerallels]

OOH ALSO KANERA in a reverse-roles AU!

I had so much freaking fun with this one:

While Kanan was, technically, in the Empire’s eyes, a criminal, not EVERYTHING he owned was stolen. Most notably, his ship. He’d met the Ghost when he was eighteen, and had fallen head over heels in love.

He’d had a decent job at the time, and had worked hard and saved, for six months. That, with almost all of his savings, only covered half of the cost of the ship. But the man selling it had made a deal with him, and after a few jobs with his organization— a surprisingly not shady one— the Ghost was Kanan’s.

After that, it had just been him and his ship, for a long time, fighting for those who needed it. And that was nice.

This, right now, watching Hera taking in the Ghost with wide eyes? This was a lot nicer. Kanan was pretty sure that he hadn’t been able to surprise her once in their time together on Gorse, but she was speechless now.

Play it cool, Kanan. He couldn’t make it too blindingly obvious, just how much he liked seeing her trace her fingers across the hull with reverence, real joy in her eyes for the first time. “What do you think?” he asked, unable to hold back the smallest smile.

“I think you’re gonna let me fly her.” Hera looked at him, lifting an eyebrow. “Right?”

“Absolutely.”

[oceanera12]

Have officially played as all four Batkids. Impressions include:

Jason is slow as heck. Look, I love you my dude, but your sprint is slow.

Barbra needs a longer cape. The designers knew exactly what they were doing and she crouches WAY too often. Knock it off, Babs

Dick is the most fun to flip around on buildings with.

Tim is a sneaky, sneaky boy and I ambushed SO many people who I could have sworn had seen me.

Jason is very ranged (as he should be) but it is difficult to adjust to because everyone else is melee. Not a bad thing, just different. Also he is a tank, which is a weird combo (ranged tank)

Barbra was like a combo of Tim and Dick, which isn't horrible, but was definitely not what I was expecting. She is stealthily(ish) and can hit VERY hard.

Dick is very quick on the dodges which I really liked because I am a hit then dodge person.

On a similar note, Jason can barely dodge. It's more of a short slide or step aside and I found myself getting hit more often then not.

Cosmetics are a weird mix. Some look great on some of them and other look good only on Jason. Tim had the best overall, in my opinion, with Barbra being second.

I played with Tim in the photomode and he and Gotham looked amazing. PS the photomode is insane and I had way too much fun with it, especially as someone who just took a college photography class.

The map is BIG

It is more fun, to zip around everywhere then ride the bike. Now this could be my Spider-Man PS5 talking but it's FUN, in my humble opinion.

Long story short, I am maining as Tim/Robin.

[enbysiriusblack]

personally i think sirius should live with james, lily and hari.

[seaweedstarshine]

RIP Krakoa 🌹 I can’t lie I’ve been kinda behind since midway through Fall of X I’m gonna catch up before my first SDCC this summer but I hear Vulcan didn’t see much action anyway. Anyway my hand slipped and I found myself looking into the eyes of my canonically psychotic son the best Summers brother who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life, (he’s done lotsa wrong things but I love him more for it)

[thenighttrain]

idk what i'm going through lately but i need it to end. i'm so tired. i look at everyone around me and i feel even worse. can life give me a break 😭 😭

[pickletrip]

The Eighth Sense

Episode 10: We have to give it a try

Title card credit @blmpff

[omg-hellgirl]

Bianca faced a tough adversary in Anita Pallenberg, who took an instant dislike to Mick's new mistress. With Marianne Faithfull out of the picture Pallenberg wielded more influence than ever before within the Stones' inner circle.

Christopher P. Andersen, Jagger Unauthorized.

[ilikeyoshi]

another day another annoying modern greek goddess per3phone girlboss take

[suashii]

hi friends :3 i am planning on getting some writing done today! anything you guys are looking forward to this sunday? whatever you get up to, i hope you enjoy the last day of the weekend ❤︎

[delicatetaysversion]

how do i politely tell my sister i don't want to stay up all night and drink and party with her

[thebitchbehindtheslaughter]

I love men. I love monsters. I love monster men. Classic monsters have a habit of originating from and/or being popularized in Europe. I blacked out. There was art

Fun art challenge: put on a random cosplay video and every time you need to add something to your character (eyes/hair/clothes/etc.) look at the screen and draw whatever the cosplayer has going on in that department. Modifications allowed; it’s just inspiration

Anyway, totally unrelated, but the werewolf’s hair was inspired by Yuri DDLC’s, the mummy’s hair by Childe Genshin Impact, and the ghost’s clothes by L Death Note (modification was intense on that last one)

Whole comic under the cut

Click for better quality, and don’t mind my terrible photo-taking skills, please

[foldingfittedsheets]

I’d like to entertain and enliven you now with the saga of my Slut Era.

I’ve always been a serial monogamist and my shortest long term relationships clocked in at three years. So perhaps that’s why when I finally broke it off with my ex I went insane on dating. Part of it was definitely just that between anxiety and loneliness I wanted to fill up my time.

This happened when I was living alone for the first time, no roommates, just me and my little cat Leeloo. I didn’t want to come home to an empty house so instead I set up dates.

Most of these were disastrous. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea and I had a lot more first dates than second because they’d seen enough, including the one where people aggressively complimented me.

But after a few months I had four people I was seeing simultaneously. I was up front with all of them that things were not exclusive, and they all agreed, so no infidelity took place here, just a lot of hijinks.

Here’s who was on the dating roster:

• An apprentice woodworker that we’ll call Jill. I honestly thought at 26 years old that her being 21 wasn’t a problem age gap and I quickly learned that there was a vast gulf of both maturity and life experience between us. Jill described herself as “heteroflexible” and had just dumped her first boyfriend to flirt it up with me.

• A married woman looking for a friends with benefits. We’ll call her Alice. I insisted on meeting her husband first to be sure I wasn’t part of a cheating mess and he gave me his blessing when I stayed over at her house. Years later when he and Alice had divorced I would go on to sell him and his new fiancée an engagement ring and we both realized at the end how we knew each other and it was wildly awkward. Alice was nice, but a hardcore vegan who insisted I brush my teeth if I so much as ate string cheese before I could kiss her. She was also unhappy in her marriage and was feeling out if I’d want to get serious.

• A bartender dubbed Snakebites, so called because of her signature piercings. She cooked me a steak so raw it was still mooing and some of the best asparagus I’d ever had. In our singular sexy encounter she bit my nipple and I never got over it. Really don't bite someone if you don't know their preference and work up in pressure. We weren’t terribly compatible but neither of us were willing to admit it yet. Truthfully I considered still dating her solely because I desperately wanted her bathroom. It had all black tile, black toilet, black sink, a rain shower in the corner and a jacuzzi tub. I may not have loved her but god I loved that bathroom.

And finally,

• My beloved, who I would go on to marry, who was dealing with a lot of personal stuff at the time. Obviously that meant I liked them the best of all the people I was seeing because we were both disasters at the time.

So that’s the cast of this little misadventure. Now, our story begins with Jill.

Jill was someone who heightened my anxiety. Each of the three times she came to my home she brought and left more stuff. A self help book, a ramen kit, the entire Teen Titans collection of DVDs. It was like she was trying to move in. She also liked to deride my taste in things, frequently calling me a pleb when I mentioned a band or show I liked.

She was working on a gorgeous little decorative table in her woodworking program. The main wood for the top had a beautiful dapple of knots like jaguar spots, and when she showed me a picture I exclaimed how pretty it was.

“Do you want it?”

“Oh- I mean it’s lovely, I wouldn’t mind having it, but you should sell it and make some money!”

But she was adamant. She’d give me the little side table. At about this time, Alice was starting to get awfully lovey for a FWB. I knew she wasn’t happy with her husband but I also knew we were not a good fit. Fun fact: Alice and her husband were step siblings with a pretty hefty age gap. They got together when he stumbled upon a kink photo shoot she’d done with vegetables. None of their family was happy about the relationship but they weren’t related by blood so it was fine.

So I was fending off more overt romantic advances from Alice, and feeling increasingly like I needed to break things off with Jill. Snakebites wasn’t ever initiating communication and I decided to pull a lot of plugs at once.

I ghosted Snakebites, told Alice that I thought we should cool it, and in a move worthy of a rom-com I asked my beloved if I could pretend we were exclusive to put off Jill. They agreed and I texted Jill to let her know that I was no longer single.

I was not prepared for Jill’s response. She. Was. Devastated. She flew off the handle. She’d just been waiting for the right time to tell me how she felt about me! How dare I do this to her!

What about the table?!

“You should keep the table, it’s gorgeous, you’ll be able to sell it, but I don’t expect a free table.”

Silence met me after that text. I worried and fretted and eventually headed home.

There on my doorstep. The table.

It was a small little end table, reeking of oil and polish, but very beautiful. I brought it inside. The little drawer didn’t even have a knob or guide rails. But it did have a handwritten bill proclaiming that it was costing me $500.

“I can’t afford a $500 table, Jill!” I texted.

“Well you kept saying how nice it was. I spent a lot of time on it.”

“I’m not saying it’s not worth $500” (it wasn’t, it was a tiny side table made by an apprentice) “but I can’t buy a $500 table.”

“Make me an offer.”

I stared at the little table. I did actually like it, but I worried about the repercussions of entering into this deal. Hesitantly I typed back, “$300.” I didn’t think it was worth that much but I didn’t want to insult her too badly.

This suited her for the night. But the next day she informed me she needed a new bed, and that she’d take her $300 in credit toward a new mattress. I spent the whole next day basically wrangling with her over what she wanted and eventually she spiked back up to demanding $500 for the damn table.

“Let me just give it back,” I begged. It was not the first, second, or even third time I’d asked to return the thing but this time she finally relented and gave me her address. Since she lived with her parents still I’d never been over.

I called up my beloved and said, “Hey, I need moral support, can you run an errand with me?”

They agreed which is how we loaded up a self help book, a ramen kit, the entire Teen Titans DVD collection, and the table from hell into my little car together. Jill had said to meet her at one o'clock. I intended to drop everything off at noon and be done with this madness.

But while my beloved and I were on the doorstep leaving everything I heard, “Jill? You’re home early,” through the door. Her mom opened it to peer at us in confusion.

“I was just bringing Jill’s stuff back!” I chirped in alarm.

With little tact and a lot of speed we left her with Jill’s collection of things and then I sped out of there like my tail was on fire. I handed my phone to my beloved as I zoomed away instructing them to block Jill’s number. I was free. The tabletross around my neck had been returned.

It was about a month after that when my beloved and I officially began dating exclusively. I had wrapped up all my messy dating threads and it was a relief to be in a relationship again. They went on a trip to Mexico shortly after we made it official.

So I knew they were out of town. But next morning I walked out to my car and beheld a lipstick kiss pressed to the drivers side window.

I was petrified. I had just dumped three girls at once and had an extremely messy back and forth with one of them. Did I have a stalker?!

Of the girls, Alice seemed like likeliest candidate, being of a stronger lipstick variety girl than Jill or Snakebites. We had ended things a bit stiffly, but still cordial. She just laughed when I asked if she knew anything about it. “Nope,” she said, “but good luck.”

I’d rather have walked over broken glass then text Jill, and I’d firmly ghosted Snakebites so I was scared to reopen communication to ask if she was stalking me. I had to drop it. But it haunted me, that lipstick kiss.

For months I was jumpy, wondering which of my spurned lovers had done it. And why. Was it a threat? A goodbye? I lay awake thinking about it, worrying about how everyone I’d dated knew where I lived, which car was mine.

Finally, nothing else happened and I moved on. The kiss would remain a mystery and I had to be content with that.

It was a year later when I finally started filling my mom in on my dating escapades that I finally got closure. She was hooting and laughing as I went over the table debacle. Then I paused and added, “And then this kiss showed up on my car.”

“Did you like it?”

“What? No! I’m pretty sure one of them was stalking me! Who else would leave a kiss on my car?”

My mom started bellowing with laughter. “I did!” She wheezed.

Apparently. My mother had been driving by my place. And decided that a cute little gesture would be to leave me a kiss. And then decided to never mention it to me even though she’s never done anything like that previously.

“It scared the crap out of me!” I yelled while she collapsed with helpless laughter. “I thought I had a stalker! How could I possibly have known that was you?!”

“How could I have known you’d just broken up with three girls at once?” She wheezed in rejoinder and like. Fair play.

So that’s how my mom convinced me I had a stalker and I got out of buying a $500 table.