#here have some feels

[notinmyvocab]

[merriemarvels]

If the cards had fallen in a different direction, Talia Josephine Wagner would have grown up in a mansion full of children just like her; the offspring of heroes, the stuff of legends. A roll of the dice, a twist of fate, and -- instead, she was alone. A single bundle of trouble in two buildings full of adults with so much on their plates it was a wonder she'd been born at all. But lest that make her past sound sad, it was the only life she knew, and she wouldn't have changed it for anything. She had dozens of aunties and uncles of all stripes; heroes, sometime-villains, Avengers, X-Men, even Excalibur and Alpha Flight.

But one stood -- metaphorically, at least -- head and shoulders above the rest, practically from the day she was born. It was almost as if he'd decided to make up for lost time, past mistakes; whatever the case, one could rest assured that if she wasn't in the care of one of her parents, TJ Wagner could be found perched on the arm or in the lap of one Logan 'Professor W' Howlett. He called her his 'favorite niece'. Even her parents considered him a third parent.

Once, he'd shooed Wanda and Kurt off for a much-needed date night without their sweet but rather energetic six-month-old daughter, only for them to come home to him gently swaying to country music with her perched on his arm, her little three-fingered fist closed around his thumb. The picture still sits on his desk, though the girl has long since outgrown being held and danced with by her favorite uncle.

She'd nap on his chest while he lectured older students about battle tactics or geopolitics; she'd be right at his hip as he drilled them in the Danger Room. He'd let her pick the movie, even when it was his turn. She wasn't exactly spoiled… but he had a lot more time on his hands, running the school, than her parents did as active members of their respective teams. Wanda had to hold down the magical end of things; Kurt had risen to his former spot as squad leader.

A little girl could get lost in the shuffle, without someone to make sure she didn't.

Later, much later, when the past had come to haunt her, she'd cried, wishing he could see her now, wishing she knew if he was proud of her. And somewhere out there, even though it's singed and the glass had to be replaced, a picture of a man dancing with a little blue baby still sits on a desk, waiting for her to come back.

[auburniivenus]

Ichigo showed up at Orihime's doorstep with snowflakes in his orange hair & a faint blush on his cheeks. He had spent days rehearsing what he'd say, what he'd do in this moment but now that it had finally come, his mind just went blank-- especially as she opened the door and his brown eyes fell upon her stunning figure. She was so breathtakingly gorgeous, even though they'd been together for a while now, he could still scarcely believe she was his. That she loved him just as much as he loved her. "Hey-- " He held out the bouquet of heliotrope flowers, his face turning redder. "These... These flowers... They mean eternal love. I thought they'd be a good way to express my feelings for you and to ask you if..." He paused, nervousness making his hand tremble slightly as he reached into his jeans pocket to retrieve a small velvet box. "If you want to spend this Christmas and all the ones to come with me?" Ichigo smiled, eyes full of love & admiration searching hers. "Will you marry me?"

YOUR   LIPS   DON'T   LIE.   Within   the   confines   of   her   own   domicile,   the   solitary SYLPH of   her   demesne   stood   perched   amidst   the   culinary   crucible   of   her   kitchen.   The   aroma   of   her   creation,   an   omelette   assembled   with   the   tender   care   of   an   artist   bestowing   life   upon   canvas,   perfumed   the   air,   a   fragrant   symphony   of   pine   and   cinnamon   that   imparted   the   secrets   of   the   season.   She   contemplated   the   profound   silence   that   encompassed   the   evening,   a   lone   odyssey.   A   wisp   of   emptiness   caressed   her   heart,   as   ephemeral   and   delicate   as   a   snowflake’s   gentle   kiss   upon   the   frosted   glass   of   time,   yet   she   harbored   no   yearning   to   cast   her   shadow   upon   her   companions   or   to   intrude   upon   Ichigo’s   familial   abode.   She   sometimes   abhorred   the   concept   of   being   a   burden,   a   specter   in   the   luminous   exuberance   of   others.

As   she   conferred   the   final,   loving   flourish   upon   her   modest   banquet,   the   clarion   call   of   the   doorbell   cleaved   the   silence,   presaging   unforeseen   revelations.   With   her   auburn   wispy   locks   unfurling   like   the   fiery   train   of   a   phoenix   in   graceful   descent,   she   wafted   to   the   entrance,   her   soul   infused   with   curiosity.   Upon   flinging   open   the   door,   a   tableau   of   wonderment   bloomed   upon   her   visage,   as   resplendent   as   the   aurora   borealis   adorning   the   velvet   night.   There,   at   the   threshold,   stood   Ichigo,   an   enigma   covered   in   the   wintry   embrace,   his   arms   cradling   blossoms   that   seemed   to   have   captured   the   vernal   essence   of   Demeter’s   own   gardens.   “Ichigo,   shouldn’t   you   be   with   your   family?   I-It’s   Christmas   eve.”

Her   mane,   now   bejeweled   with   the   delicate   filigree   of   snowflakes,   were   as   a   diadem   of   heaven’s   souls   bequeathed   by   the   nocturnal   winter   herself.   Ichigo,   whose   legitimate   place   was   undoubtedly   woven   into   the   familial   mosaic   of   his   own   abode,   stood   before   her   with   a   surprise   that   outshone   the   splendor   of   the   cosmos.   With   a   query   that   hung   in   the   air   like   the   Sword   of   Damocles,   he   sought   her   hand   in   matrimony,   a   proposition   as   unforeseen   as   a   rose   courageously   blooming   amidst   the   alabaster   snow.   “M-Marry   you?   W-What?”

A   solemn   tear   of   rapture,   a   scintillating   orb   of   purest   glee,   sortied   from   the   perimeter   of   her   caramel   orbs,   etching   a   shimmering   trail   upon   her   visage   as   a   silent   ode   to   the   euphoria   burgeoning   within   her   bosom.   No   longer   would   she   face   Christmas   Eve   nestled   in   solitude;   instead,   she   would   be   encompassed   in   the   loving   embrace   of   Ichigo   and   his   kin,   not   merely   for   this   consecrated   night   but   for   all   the   Christmases   that   destiny   would   lovingly   entwine   into   their   shared   chronicle   of   existence.

Before   the   utterance   of   consent   could   grace   the   air,   before   a   whispered   ‘yes’   could   take   flight   from   her   lips,   she   engulfed   him   in   an   embrace   that   melded   all   the   love   and   luminescence   harbored   within   her   essence.   Their   embrace   was   a   citadel   against   the   tempests   of   the   world.   And   then,   with   a   fervor   that   spoke   volumes   more   than   any   sacred   vow,   she   sealed   her   assent   with   a   deep,   impassioned   osculation,   a   confluence   of   spirits   that   sang   of   pledges,   and   a   future   drenched   in   the   eternal   vermilion   hues   of   undying   affection.   “Y-Yes.   I   always   dreamed   of   being   your   wife.”   A   whispered   against   his   lips. @orangeshinigami

[pyramultimuse]

@lostxndbroken Ambrose and Diaval [Familiar]

Every graduation, it was tradition for all the witches and mages would choose an animal familiar. These familiars were no ordinary animals, they were magical companions. They lived much longer than their normal animal counterpart and after being chosen would be able to take human form as needed. Their main task was to assist and guide their master or mistress, adapting to their magical skillset as well as making sure they are safe.

These familiars come in a wide variety of species: Felines, canines, foxes, birds, reptiles, amphibians. Usually, they are chosen when they are young or as eggs for the magic wielder to raise and bond with. But some animal species are more desired than others. Diaval was unfortunately not one of those. He was a raven familiar that had been with the magical university for a few years. Those who graduated either wanted something attractive and beautiful like the furry creatures, or creepy like the scaled animals. The other birds were owls or falcons, beautiful and dangerous. No one wanted a blackbird.

It had become disheartening for Diaval. Each year all he heard were insults, everyone thought he was a common crow. A dirty and stupid bird. This year there were a few particularly cruel people graduating. Diaval was with the other familars, he had preened his feathers well to make them look glossy and beautiful to look the most presentable. But one witch who he thought might choose him created a tiny flame and set his tail feathers on fire. He cawed out in panic and flew away, disoriented he hit the wall and dropped. The witch and her friends bursted out in laughter mockingly as the raven rolled on the floor to desperately put the flame out.

Diaval managed to save himself from injury but he looked quite the mess now. With the laughter and cruel jests towards him still coming the raven decided to just stay on the floor and hopped over to the furthest corner of the room away from those people. It was best to keep his distance and be safe, maybe next year he'll be chosen.

[lettherebemonsters]

gratitude for michael!

SEND A WORD AND I WILL WRITE A DRABBLE ABOUT OUR MUSES.

Michael slowly tilted his head. Never in his life had someone been grateful for him. Of anything he did.

It was always what he had to offer, what he'd give up to sacrifice for the cult. For the man that enslaved him....never what he wanted. Michael remembered the days they had him mount females.....

Forcing him against his will to bring life he would never be allowed to cherish as his own.

There had been so much pain....so much sorrow. But here....there was only gratitude. A echo of warmth seemed to be emanating from the seemingly soulless Boogeyman.

He felt arms wrap around him, an embrace. A move that would have meant death, but he let it slide for now....instead, he lowered his head to nestle his masked nose against his son's messy hair.

A faint purr rumbling in his chest.

Nobody would ever see this moment of bonding between parent and child, and Michael would make sure of it. The gratitude was reflected.....the human in Michael was grateful at least one child survived. And that he would never have to be alone and hated again.

[devildungeondm]

[ WEARY ]  sender cries themselves to sleep in receiver’s arms.  ( Max or Robin )

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

Eddie felt fucking terrible.

After all was said and done with Vecna, Max was finally out of her coma. It took a while -- and some magical shit with Eleven, or Jane, whatever she went by -- but Max woke up. From what Eddie heard, her recovery would take a long time, but she was going to be able to leave the hospital.

He wound up visiting her one day, making sure it was at a time no one else would be there. He didn't like hospitals and with the town still staring at him like a monster, he wasn't comfortable drawing attention by visiting her.

Knocking on the door to her room shyly, a mixtape in hand for her player, he peered in to see her sniffling in her bed. A messy mop of red hair covered her face as she cried, causing his chest to tightened Shit. Frozen in place, he didn't know if he should just turn and leave, or console her.

When she looked up and spotted him, her crying paused and she gasped. "Uh...hey, Red," he greeted awkwardly, sharing a half wave with his free hand. "This a bad time?"

She shook her head -- it seemed all she had energy to do. Eddie hesitated a moment before stepping inside, uneasily bouncing between each leg. "I brought you a new tape; figured you had enough Kate Bush for a while." At least Max seemed like the kind of girl that would appreciate his music tastes.

She didn't speak, wiping her face off and watching him. Eddie went to the bed and sat down on the corner, still feeling awkward as hell. The look in her eyes broke his heart; she looked just so damn lost. "Heard you're getting out of here soon. Must be exciting or whatever, right? The shrimps are annoying looking forward to it." Max remained quiet, looking at the nearby window, her hands clutching at her sheets.

Eddie noticed and nudged himself closer, dropping the tape on the bed. "Hey...uhm..." He tried to say something...anything...to try and help, but he had no clue what to do. Max peered down at the tape and a fresh wave of tears began to form in her eyes. Eddie immediately tensed, before moving closer and pulling her into a side hug. "Hey, it's...it's gonna be okay..." he said, patting her shoulder slowly.

His heart broke for her. She had lost her brother and her mind for a while there, all within like a fuckin' year. He knew what Vecna was capable of since he saw the Upside Down personally. Maybe she was feeling just as lost as he was, trying to adjust to being back in a world that was so fucked.

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[oars]

[cj-the-random-artist]

Is this my best comic ever?? Nope. Do I think I characterized either of these two particularly well in this comic?? Not really. Did I spend an unreasonable amount of time on it to the point that it would be a waste to not post it?? Yes, yes I did.

I really committed to this one, spent a lot of time on those backgrounds and treated myself to ample suffering with the perspective, which is not my strong suit but I am happy with how it ultimately looks. Yay perspective and background practice!!

(Tbh I shouldn't talk like I think this one sucks, I think I've just been staring at it for so long that my brain has decided it's not good and it's actually way better than I think it is, and honestly I am quite happy with it. The artistic process really is something, isn't it?)

The inspiration was basically me reminding... myself... to take breaks sometimes... by drawing for several hour stints during my only little bits of free time. Which totally tracks. Probably. But I've been rolling around in my brain this idea that Lambert is a very uptight people pleaser and anxious workaholic, but Narinder, at least since adjusting himself to the circumstances (which probably took at least a century, maybe two) has discovered the joys of self care, and has made an active effort to chill tf out. This has not made him any less terrifying to the cultists (save for Lambert's closest disciples), nor has it made him friendlier to really anyone but Lambert (and maybe his siblings), but he sure has found some serious peace of mind. That said, I can't place what his motivations are here. Perhaps he is secretly concerned about Lambert's sanity, because he doesn't want them to turn into what he was, or maybe he's just trying to steal away some quality time with his one and only friend, but regardless of the reason, I spent too much time on this for nobody to see it, dang it.

That said. Enjoy this silly little comic that I spent way too much time on, and I hope this silly comic brings you some joy today.

[hinamie]

9 / 266

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Soup solves everything.

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[kittyprincessofcats]

ICJ Ruling

Okay, let's get into this.

First of all, I get the frustration at the court not ordering a ceasefire. I was disappointed and frustrated at first too, since a ceasefire was the biggest and most important preliminary measure South Africa was requesting - and of course we just all want this horror to finally end for the people in Gaza. So I get the frustration and disappointment, I really do.

However, I do think this ruling is still a major win for South Africa, Palestine, and international law as a whole and here's why:

The court acknowledged that it has jurisdiction over this case and completely dismissed Israel's request to throw out the case as a whole. It will now determine at the merits stage (that will probably take years) whether Israel is actually commiting genocide.

The court acknowledged that Palestinians are a "distinct national or ethnic group and therefore deserving of protection under the genocide convention". Pull this out next time someone tells you "there's no such thing as Palestinians, they're all just Arabs".

The court acknowledged very unambiguously that "at least some" of Israel's actions being genocidal in nature is "plausible". South Africa has a case, officially. Israel is accused of genocide, in a way the ICJ deems "plausible", officially. This is huge. (And seriously, how freaking satisfying was it to hear all of those genocidal statements by Israeli politicians read out loud and used as justification for this rulling?)

The court might not have ordered a "ceasefire" in those words, but they did order Israel to "immediately end all genocidal acts" (which includes killing and injuring Palestinians) and submit proof that they actually did. How are they going to comply with this ruling without at least severly reducing or changing what they're doing in Gaza?

In fact, this wording might actually be more appropriate for a genocide (vs a war), as author and journalist Ali Abunimah notes on Twitter:

He's completely right. Israel lost today, by overwhelming majority (I mean, 15 to 2? I heard people predict the rulings would be very close, like 9 judges vs 8, but instead we got 15 to 2 (and even 16 to 1 on the humanitarian aid). Holy shit.) The court disimissed almost everything Israel's side of lawyers said, while acknowledging that South Africa's accusations are "plausible".

And this is important especially because of Mr Abunimah's second tweet there^. Because the question is, where do we go from here?

This ruling means that Israel is officially /possibly/ commiting genocide and that should have huge international consequences. The rest of the world now HAS to take these accusations seriously and stop arming and supporting Israel - and if they won't do it on their own, we, the people, have to make them. This is THE moment to rise up all around the world, especially in the countries most supportive of Israel (the US, the UK, Germany): Protest, call your representatives and demand a ceasefire and an end of arms deliveries to Israel.

We now have a legal case to back our demands: If Israel is, according to the ICJ, "plausibly" commiting genocide, then all of our governments are, according to the ICJ, "plausibly" guiltly of aiding in genocide. And we need to hold that over their heads and demand better. We need to do that right now and in huge numbers. Most politicians only care about themselves and saving their skin. We have to make them realize that they could be accused of aiding in genocide.

(As a German, I'm thinking of Germany here in particular: After South Africa's hearing, our government dismissed their case as having "no basis" - how are they going to keep saying that now that the ICJ officially thinks otherwise? Over the last months, people here have been arrested at protests for calling what's happening in Gaza a genocide. How are the police supposed to legally keep doing that now that the ICJ has officially deemed this accusation "plausible"? I used to be scared to use the word "genocide" at protests or write it on my protest signs - not anymore, have fun trying to arrest me for that when the ICJ literally has my back on this one 🖕🏻.)

So yeah - don't be defeatist about this, don't let Israel's narrative that they "won" (they didn't) take over. This might not be everything we wanted, but it's still a good result. Don't let what the court didn't say ("ceasefire"), distract you from the very important things that they did say. Let this be your motivation to get loud and active, especially if you live in any country that supports Israel. Put pressure on your governments to not be complicit in genocide, you now officially have the highest international court on your side.

[paxopalotls]

stressed about chem exams so I did a ghost king doodle to cope

[stuckinapril]

I love Tumblr because nothing matters here truly. There are no influencers. Having followers doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a site where people post their sporadic thoughts and rb pretty pictures. Anyone who thinks any of this matters is woefully missing the point