#i love this cam meme

[starrynightsxo]

*cardan exiling jude*

jude:

the fandom:

holly black's editor:

the spider in my room:

cardan:

[meelonkurb]

i am no better than a man

[annabelle--cane]

I have decided that steven universe is a gothic narrative. decaying ruined structures that symbolize links to a forgotten past, the discovery of horrific family ties, being haunted by a dead mother via the self, grief so acute it ends a dynasty, blurring the boundaries of identity and the body, extended foreboding dream sequences, wrongful vengeance quests for the sins of the father.

[fawntastic]

Why’d they have to pit two bad bitches against each other

[girlishwhimsies]

wlw marbit is in my head sooooo bad tonight…..

[mazojo]

Of all the languages Meme could speak and she chose the truth

[howtokillavampire]

I love my mutual so much every time I see a post on my feed that I reblog I have to excited scroll to the top and see which one of my precious most dear chronically online comrads decided to grace my existence with the horrors of tumblr

[sga-owns-my-soul]

It's too hot to sleep and I just had a thought so I'm gonna tell you about it before I forget.

Ok, so remember when we came to the conclusion that it would be funniest if Rodney were from middle of nowhere Alberta and he grew up a farm kid? Cam canonically was a farm kid from Kansas and I think it could be really funny if he either clocked him immediately or the opposite happened where he had no idea and was floored when he found out. Or maybe they bond over it?

Side note: I was surprised when they said Cam was from Kansas because Ben Browder's accent sounds veryyy southern and I was like "we don't sound like that??" but then I'll hear my dad talk or i'll say a certian word and think "oh fuck maybe we do"

anyway thanks for listening goodnight!

omg i meant to answer this so long ago and then got busy and completely forgot sorry i'm the worst

idk much about cam but i think it would be so funny if rodney and cam met and cam just. squinted. stared at rodney. rodney's getting all nervous bc he isn't sure if there's something on his face or he's about to get shot. and cam just goes "what was on your farm as a kid" and before he can even process the question rodney's like "cattle mostly but we also grew some canola and- wait how the FUCK did you know i grew up on a farm?????"

cams like :) like knows like :)

[meowmeownyan]

John x Dave x America Hetalia new OTP

[sarcasticamaleont]

Me during a probably depressive episode: Man, I just feels hollow no matter what I do. Maybe I could just start studying so at least I can blame it on something.

✨✨My favorite youtuber descending from the heavens with a new funny video about LOTR: FEAR NOT MY CHILD. ✨✨

[lover-of-mine]

our buddie pining era s7 to s8 relationship may actually come to fruition im about to buy champagne and kiss abc on the mouth

BUDDIE PINING ERA STARTING THIS WEEK AND GETTING TOGETHER SEASON 8 MID SEASON FINALE LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[crustycrackhead]

Senshi Appreciation Post

[gender-ihardlyknower]

Ref

[joshdiaz]

"I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost" + scott/theresa !!!

Theresa doesn’t know at what point, exactly, she’d fallen into Lydia’s pool. She’d been running away from something that hadn’t been there—she’d known it hadn’t been there—it’d been a lucid dream she couldn’t wake up from, and she’d been getting more and more of those, but never while she’s awake, and—

She hadn’t been asleep, but she’s waking up now, blinking slow eyes at the sky as water drips down her face.

In the foreground of the sky, bright like the moon, Scott McCall’s face is coming into focus. 

Scott McCall, she realizes, is hovering above her anxiously, crouched into a squat. 

One time last year, when they’d both been freshmen sharing the field for lacrosse and cheer practice and Scott had still been relegated to the bench, she’d gotten hit with a stray ball, and she’d woken up this same way. He’d sprinted across the field from the bench; he’d been puffing his inhaler as he’d looked down at her. His mom was a nurse, he’d explained, and someone was getting the school nurse right now, but could he check her pupils to see if she had a concussion? Just to be sure? And did she need help standing up? He’d stuffed his inhaler haphazardly into his shin guard to offer his hand before she could even answer. She’d thought he was kind of cute already, in a puppy dog way, but that had solidified her crush on him. She’d liked him since.

She likes him now, the soft concern in his eyes the exact same, the severe set to his shoulders that hadn’t been there before, the inhaler that isn’t there now. Hadn’t been in a while. She’s been wondering what changed, but asking out loud feels like it’d jinx it. Even now, she feels like she has to knock on wood to counteract the bad luck opening her mouth will cause.

“Theresa,” he says it like he’s said it a few times and she hasn’t been listening until now, “are you okay?”

She hasn’t been listening until now. Has he been saying her name? It sounds so right in his mouth. She wants him to say it again. 

“Theresa,” he says again, and the smile on her face feels stupid, and maybe she’s a little delirious from adrenaline or the punch or both. Maybe. 

Maybe not, though; maybe it’s just him. She’d always had trouble looking away from him, but everyone else is finally starting to catch up, Allison then Lydia then Erica then Isaac, Danny at the formal and stories from Danny about guys at the Jungle—

It’s so hard to look away. He’s always looking right back. 

“Hi,” she answers absently, eyebrows furrowing at the frown on his face. “What’s wrong?”

He looks at her for a moment, in the way he does, like he’s really seeing the person he’s looking at, and then huffs an impossible little laugh, and the moment breaks.

He doesn’t know her. She doesn’t know him, either, but she wants to.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he promises, straightening up until he’s standing. He offers a hand down to her. “Can you stand?”

She wonders briefly if he’d pick her up if she says no. He probably wouldn’t. She doesn’t think she really wants it, anyway; if he’s going to wrap his arms around her, it’s going to be because he wants to so badly that he can’t do anything else. 

She accepts his hand, and then he puts a hand on her other elbow to help her pull herself up, and she feels warm there and then everywhere. 

God, Lydia had made a strong fucking punch. 

She can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong and she isn’t sober enough to ignore it the way she usually does. She’s paranoid and she’s superstitious and she hates that about herself. Everything feels like an omen all of the time. She can’t shake the bad feeling she’d gotten since Scott had finally gotten his chance to actually play lacrosse. He hadn’t used his inhaler once. 

It’s jealousy, she thinks, that other people are noticing him, the way Lydia had cheered and Allison had grinned and the other cheerleaders whispered amongst themselves. It has to be jealousy. It can’t be anything else. 

She asks, because she has to, “What happened to your inhaler?”

Scott doesn’t quite pale, but a look of panic flashes across his face before it settles into confusion. Or she thinks it does. She’s not sure. She feels the memory more than she remembers it. Sometimes it feels like her brain is filling in gaps for her. It scares her.

“I still have it,” he tells her, quirking a half-smile now, his hand rising to rub the back of his neck. “I, uh—didn’t think anyone noticed.”

“I noticed,” she said, not sure why she is, “I notice everything.”

She gets that same feeling of sensing his panic more than seeing it, which is crazy, and she is so drunk, clearly, and out of it, to be processing things so strangely.

She doesn’t want him to panic, so she’s quick to reassure, “I always noticed you.”

She doesn’t really know why she thought that would work, now that she’s said it, but it does. His confusion is much less anxious now.

“That’s—really nice. Thanks, Theresa.” He pauses for a moment, like he thinks he has to say something more, like maybe it might hurt her feelings, and she likes him so much. It kind of makes it even better that he doesn’t like her, too—he’s just like that. He just likes to treat people well. “I noticed you, too.”

“Yeah, well—” she shrugs, laughing. “Kinda hard to miss the girl that got knocked out with a lacrosse ball.”

He laughs, too, and it sounds so good, and she’s distracted by the smell of his cologne as he shakes his head. “Before that, too. You, uh—you never laughed. When Coach would put me in goal or on defense to give the team an easy practice.”

“That’s not a big deal,” she says, waving him off. “It wasn’t funny. I only laugh when things are funny.”

His smile is a real one now, genuine and comfortable, and she could cry, “It was a big deal to me.”

She doesn’t know what to say to that, because all of her thoughts sound so stupid in her head, so instead she looks down at herself. “Um, I guess I should go dry off.”

“Yes,” Scott says immediately, like he’d forgotten, too. “Yeah. I’ll help you look for some towels.”

Theresa is familiar enough with Lydia’s house to know where she keeps the towels. She doesn’t tell him. 

The party had spilled inside, somewhat, but it’s just scattered people whispering to each other, two girls in the corner playing with each other’s hair, a boy and a girl on the couch toying with the idea of holding hands. It’s sweet. 

She wonders what she and Scott must look like, him leading the way up the stairs for her, and how quickly he’d jump to correct people’s assumptions. 

She wonders, a little guiltily, what Allison would think. 

She likes Allison. She understands why Scott had liked Allison, too, before they’d broken up, and why he’d liked her, and she’s not—resentful. Of her. A little jealous, maybe, but she likes Allison. They’d been kind of friends, too, before Lydia had pulled away and Allison had followed. She understands why Scott is so obviously still hung up on her. She’s understands why Allison is probably the same way.

“What happened, anyway?” Scott asks, in the kind of casual way she can tell isn’t really casual. 

“Uh,” she laughs, awkward and nervous, glad she’s looking at his back instead of his face. “It’s gonna sound, um—a little crazy.”

As she follows him down the hall, she wonders what it felt like for Lydia, disappearing in the woods for days, showing back up and begging for help through a chalkboard, the class too busy laughing at her to take a second to read the backwards SOMEONEHELPME she’d written over and over and over. 

Theresa had tried to help. Lydia hadn’t wanted it. She’d tried, and still is trying, not to take it personally. 

“I’m used to crazy,” he assures. She can hear the smile in his voice, but she hears a certain kind of exhaustion, too, and she isn’t sure what to make of that.

“My grandma died a few years ago. I saw—I thought I saw her tonight,” she says, keeping her voice carefully light as she watches the muscles in his back tense. “Which is crazy for so many reasons. She hated parties.”

He laughs, a short and shy thing, and she kind of wants to cry over it. She doesn’t even know why.

“Don’t worry, though,” she offers. “I don’t expect you to make a habit out of protecting me from grandma ghosts. Mostly because I don’t expect to make a habit out of seeing grandma ghosts.”

“You can find me if you do,” he says, and it hurts her chest, and there are so many reasons why that she’s not even going to start thinking about them. It should be a joke but he sounds so serious.

Theresa isn’t stupid, but she’s only human. Everyone in town buries their heads in the sand, and she does, too, and she likes it that way. She doesn’t want to know if there are worse things in the woods than mountain lions. She still feels safe enough to go jogging in the preserve when she has her bear mace.

“Yeah, okay,” she says lightly, a laugh in her throat. “It’s okay, McCall. I don’t need you to save me.”

“But I can still keep you safe,” he says softly, turning around to face her, a quiet intensity in his eyes. “If you need me to.”

“Scott,” she murmurs, a little breathless. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. But I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. No matter the cost. If you ever need me to.”

And it’s so good, and at the same time so awful, that he isn’t saying this to her because she’s special. He’s saying it to her because he’d say it to anyone. She wonders when that happened.

She smiles because there isn't anything else to do. “Thanks, McCall. You too.”

He smiles back. “Okay. Let’s find some towels.”

[nomomio]

I finally started reading Nona the Ninth. I'm five chapters in and here are some key takeaways so far:

- As a trans feminine butch Pyrhha Dve having a completely normalized shaving scene, and Nona thinking it's beautiful is HEALING

- In addition to that, the teacher misgendering Pyrhha threw me through a loop cuz I completely forgot she's now permanently in Gideon the First's body.

- The fuck is the blue light??? Why does it hurt necromancers???

- Crown is Coronabeth (Corona, Crown, duh). Captain is Judith.

- This book is managing to be to uplifting and hopeful, yet makes me so incredibly sad in a way I can't begin to describe. As someone who has such a deep indescribable love of humanity as a whole, Nona and the kids especially are really hitting something deep within me.

- Pyrhha wanting to take Calamedes (name pending) and Nona away and live away on a farm is just. Mood girl, mood.

- Pyrhha sweety, why are you drinking bleach? Do you wanna talk?

- I want to scoop up Hot Sauce and give her a good home

- The rest of the kids too while we're at it

- Between the last book and now Cam/Palamedes, Tamsyn Muir has accidentally created quite possibly the most positive representation of Dissociative Identity Disorder, and disorders like it, that I have ever seen. Like I just wanna sit down with Muir and ask if that was intentional or not

- It's a bit out there but I think Nona is humanity? Or maybe a manifestation of Earth? Like it would take an It's Always Sunny conspiracy board meme level of explanation to get into how I got to that theory. But I think Nona is humanity, or at the very least, human connection incarnate

- That first chapter detailing Cam, Pyrhha, and Palamedes caring for Nona... I cried. As an autistic kid who both was forced to grow up too fast, and also was often patronized when loving innocence/naivety shown through the mask, seeing caregivers not only love Nona, but respect her and show her DIGNITY was something I didn't know I needed to see

[sadsittles]

Deadpool oc, Kittypool! :D

Her story in short:

Was a regular streamer on twitch / YouTube, continuity stuff happens and she gets cancer. She goes on the deep web to find a solution, more continuity stuff and she gets puts in the tube where it accelerates her cancer.

She’s obviously pissed, but can’t do much, though she plans her revenge, etc.

She goes back home and realizes that she can’t do her face cam streams anymore because of haters who would ruthlessly attack her appearance. So to avoid that, she debuts as a Vtuber, her fans don’t know about what happened to her.

Her avatar is this cute little cat girl thing, which ends up becoming her mercenary/deadpool costume later on!

She becomes a mercenary because of stuff she notices in her stream chat, one of the audience members shares the same name to a dude who’s tied to the experiments they did on her. She gets so pissed, she ends up secretly doxxing (we’re going there 😭😭) the dude to find his location. She then wreaks havoc on the dude, trying to find the others, etc.

She goes through finding what kind of costume she’s gonna hide herself, then settles on choosing her Vtuber model because it’s already designed.

And that’s essentially all I have for her now, it’s just a bunch of continuity stuff of the Deadpool timelines, etc. Oh, she’s also in the spiderverse / animated multiverse!

Some fun facts:

Her viewers call her the “Internet’s cutest mercenary” or “Kitty of Death” (smth edgy like that! 😭)

She loves the Internet (a little bit too much) and she’s obsessed with views and followers. She once considered to live stream her ending a dude for views ☠️☠️

She’s pretty knowledgeable about the Internet culture, she if she breaks the fourth wall it’s mainly about memes, fanfiction, fandom, etc. a whole list of stuff!

Her favorite Sanrio character is Chococat!