#i lvoe them to bits

[vanmarkus]

I just love the fact that JLH was giving that interview while wearing the wedding dress, like... yeah, sure, why not

[h0estar]

every now and then i look back on this GIF i have of nalu during tartaros arc and cry about how this particular scene alone solidifies the beauty of their relationship (natsu holding lucy's hand gently in the face of chaos and panic did wonders to my heart)

[izfaish]

KN8 FINALE SO GOOD i loved the everything 😭😭💖💖

HELL YEAH SEASON 2 LET'S GO

[chipsonthemenu]

queen jrwi. send post

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

listen maybe this is just because i've always been a slut for pov outsider fics anyway but i desperately want some on our dork trent crimm. like. the character development??? his softness and dorkification???? i need someone to be like just. what do people think about this. like whether it's a random richmond player, a random reporter trent worked with, someone from trent's personal life, another rando in the sports field who's used to trent crimm, the independent, ruthless reporter, or whoever, just. random people watching trent crimm go from "ah yeah that asshole reporter who specifically has a reputation for being a ruthless cutting bitch" to "openly excitable dork who clearly cares so goddamn much and is visibly softer and has he just secretly always been like this??"

it would probably have to be someone who's close enough to him or richmond now to like, be able to see the change, but i just. am obsessed with this. and that's not even getting into considering the angles of his possible ex-wife/divorce + if non-audience-members can tell he's madly in love with ted or not, because i'm not sure if it's funnier if they're like "trent crimm is a huge dork now and we have no idea why????? i guess this is just the lasso effect fucking bending reality again??" or if they're like "hey fucking WILD that that one journalist specifically known for being a huge asshole apparently fell so ass over teakettle in love with that weird cowboy miracle worker of a gaffer that he divorced his wife, exploded his job, and had a radical personality shift via apparently deciding to be emotionally vulnerable. and all of this after writing a pretty fucked exposé on him?? why does no one talk about this more"

and while all the possibilities mentioned are great in their own ways, it could even be one of the other main characters whos just not generally involved in his storyline like. what does sam think of all this. what is jamie thinking when trent becomes their emotional support journalist dork. what does keeley think.

[happy-hermit]

Mumscarian oneshot in honor of that beautiful reunion!! Scarland tour anyone? :)

( dedicated to @stiffyck )

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The sun was shining high in the sky above them following their hard-earned cinematic reunion, all of them talking over each other in excited babbles as they broke apart from their hug. Mumbo shifted restlessly in place, grinning so hard that it hurt, his heart fluttering in his chest and warming him from the inside out, like he’d captured the stars behind his ribcage. He wasn’t usually one for such mushy metaphors, but there wasn’t anything he could think of that would better describe it. There weren’t enough words in existence to correctly capture the feeling that came from being around them — from watching Scar’s green eyes sparkle in mischief and glee, from feeling Grian’s wings brush gently against his back as they finally settled down. It was too much to contain within the boundaries of language. He was fool enough to try. 

“You were gone for so long!” Scar said, voice almost a whine as he shook him by the shoulders. He was wearing his best puppy eyes, to which Mumbo had always been extremely susceptible. “Never leave again, please. Grian gets weird when you’re gone.”

Mumbo laughed a bit, removing Scar’s hands from his shoulder and capturing them in his own. He glanced at where Grian was standing to his left, trying and failing to appear nonchalant, and Mumbo raised a teasing eyebrow. 

“Yeah, I’ve heard a bit about that,” Mumbo said conversationally, cracking a lopsided grin. “Something about a summoning circle? Maybe?”

“I dunno what you’re talking about,” Grian said, scoffing and looking away, though his mouth was tugging upwards. Mumbo chuckled, dropping one of Scar’s hands in order to grab Grian by his sweater and pull him in closer to them. 

“You can admit you missed me,” Mumbo teased, as Grian squawked in surprise. “We just had a whole cinematic reunion, you— you can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

“Of course I missed you,” Grian grumbled, even as his wings curled around them subconsciously. Mumbo shared a fond look with Scar, which was cut off by Grian gesturing aggressively at Scar’s face and shooting a playfully accusing look at Mumbo. “You left me alone with him.”

“Oh, shush,” Mumbo said, still smiling. “You love him.”

“Well, yeah,” Grian said, easy as anything, and Scar beamed. “It’s just… not the same without you.”

Mumbo softened, slipping his hand into Grian’s and squeezing it a little, looking between him and Scar. They gazed back at him with loving eyes and happy little smiles, and Mumbo could stay in this moment forever and never get bored of it. 

“Yeah, I missed you, too,” he said eventually, trying to pretend that he wasn’t tearing up. “I missed a lot.”

“We’ll catch you up to speed,” Grian said, sounding for all the world like there was nothing he’d rather spend time on, even as he dryly gestured behind him. “You’ve seen my progress already. No need to view it from another angle, by the way.”

“No, of course not,” Mumbo said, nodding in faux seriousness. “This is— the only angle, as far as I’m concerned.”

“I appreciate it.”

“My base has lots of angles,” Scar said, bouncing a little on his toes. “Angles for days!”

“I actually haven’t seen your base, yet,” Mumbo said, the thought suddenly crossing his mind. It seemed rather urgent. “It’s— Your theme park, yeah?”

Scar made an excited noise and tugged rapidly on his hand. “I’ve been wanting to build it for forever.”

“The owner wouldn’t happen to be available to give a tour, would he?” Mumbo asked, cracking a sly grin.

“I’ll let him know it’s a special circumstance,” Scar said, eyes sparkling in delight as he answered. “I’m sure he can clear his busy schedule for such an esteemed guest.”

“Now you’ve gone and done it,” Grian said, his tone light and teasing. “There goes the rest of our day.”

“To a noble cause, Grian!” Scar exclaimed, already starting to pull Mumbo to the edge of the bridge. “Come on, Mumbo, we don’t need his negativity.”

“We kind of do,” Mumbo joked. “He’s got to keep us balanced.”

“If that’s your way of inviting me along, I think it needs some work.”

“I just got back!” Mumbo exclaimed, pulling out his best pleading eyes. “You wouldn’t want to break up the group again already.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” Grian said, whacking him over the head with his wing. “Someone’s got to be the voice of reason.”

“We’re in trouble,” Scar stage-whispered, and Mumbo burst out laughing. It was really good to be back. 

Scar shoved an elytra at him and then immediately took it back to help him put it on, manhandling him into the thing with increasing excitement as Mumbo chuckled and Grian sighed fondly from the sidelines. At last, the wings were fastened to his back, and Scar grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the edge of the bridge. 

“It’s not a long flight,” Scar assured him, hastily shoving some rockets into his hand and reaching back to make sure Grian was following them. “And the castle’s not done yet, so don’t judge!”

“Castle?” Mumbo repeated faintly, and then had the pleasure of hearing Grian cackle as Scar yanked him unceremoniously into the sky. 

Mumbo flailed for a moment, yelping as the ground disappeared from under him and wind rushed past his face. But Scar was still holding tight to his wrist, and before long, he righted himself and was gliding gently. Scar let go of him with a bright laugh, and Mumbo looked over to see the man grinning back at him, eyes sparkling and hair blowing wildly in the wind as they flew. And maybe his heart skipped a beat, but Mumbo still shot him a playful glare and fired off a rocket, pulling ahead. 

Grian’s wild laugh signaled his approach from behind, and Mumbo looked up just in time for the avian to do a slow corkscrew above him, head tossed back to meet Mumbo’s eyes with a wide grin as he cut effortlessly through the air, bright-colored wings framed against the bright blue of the sky. He dropped down below Mumbo with a shout of glee, then dipped back upwards and spun, carefree and beautiful. Grian made flying look like an art. Mumbo could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. Love was a funny thing.

“Show off!” Scar shouted from behind, light and happy, and Grian just shot him a mischievous smile as he shot even higher into the sky. 

Mumbo shook his head in helpless amusement before turning his focus back to flying, eyes widening when he caught sight of the large silhouette of a structure in the distance. That definitely looked like a castle, or at least the start of one. The start of a very cool castle. The closer they got, the more details he could see, the landscaping beginning to form around it artfully. 

They landed in front of it, Scar tugging him into freefall with a giddy laugh, and they hit the ground a little roughly but nonetheless exciting. Grian was already there waiting on them, watching them with a grin and messy hair from the flight. The stone structure rose high behind him, and Mumbo craned his neck to look up at it.

“Oh,” Mumbo breathed, reaching out to touch the beautifully textured surface.

“It’s— Remember, it’s still a work in progress!” Scar said, and Mumbo turned to look at him, finding him flashing him a nervous little smile.

Warmth flooded Mumbo’s chest, as if the sun had made a home there. Except the sun was still in the sky, and what had really made a home was standing right in front of him, waiting on a harsh judgment that would never even cross his mind to give. 

“It’s amazing, Scar,” Mumbo said, stepping back from the wall and grabbing Scar’s hand with urgency. “I mean it. I don’t know how you do it.”

A faint dusting of pink spread on Scar’s face as his grin turned a bit more pleased, and Mumbo shared a fond look with Grian before turning and gently placing a kiss on Scar’s head. 

“Thank you,” Scar said, something beautifully vulnerable in his voice before he bounced back into excitement once more. “I can’t wait for you to see it when it’s finished! It’ll be even better, and— and the landscaping will be done, and—“ Scar shot him a mischievous smile. “And the back will be done.”

A wing came out of nowhere to smack Scar on the shoulder, and Scar wheeze-laughed at Grian’s grumpy expression. 

“Well that was unnecessary,” Grian noted, unable to hide the amusement in his tone, and Mumbo chuckled as they began to bicker back and forth, taking the moment to look around a bit more. 

The landscaping was as phenomenal as the castle, maybe even more so. Scar had always had a talent for scenery, for bending nature into something even more beautiful. The trees here were square and abstract, a stream running merrily along the side of the castle wall, and it altogether felt like stepping into another world, a better one. There was a natural bridge made of rock and grass stretching over a beautifully textured cove, and Mumbo could sit here all day and never get tired of it. Especially if Grian and Scar were there. 

“I love the trees,” Mumbo said, interrupting the bickering with practiced ease. “I’ve never seen anything like them.”

Scar’s entire face lit up as he rushed away from Grian, coming up to Mumbo’s side and grabbing his arm in glee, not seeming to realize he was doing it. “Well thank you! They’re actually based on…”

Scar started rambling about his inspirations as they walked across the landbridge, pointing out little details and secrets as they went. He stumbled over his words and his feet a few times in his excitement, but barreled on anyway, looking back to grin at Mumbo and Grian every now and then as they followed him. Sometimes he would forget a word altogether, lapsing into frustrated silence for a few seconds before Grian volunteered the answer. 

The conversation about the trees slowly transitioned into conversation about the flowers and the statue of Scar and Jellie, Scar praising Cleo’s work for a good few minutes before they finally moved on. Main Street was just as stunning as everything else, unique and yet complementary buildings rising high on either side of them as they walked. A trolley lazily meandered back and forth along a railway, pleasantly chiming bells ringing periodically. And—

And the sun was setting. Scar was pointing at a particular storefront and explaining the block palette, his eyes alight with joy and passion and happiness, bathed in golden light and standing next to Mumbo of all people, like there was nowhere else he wanted to be.

[ And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. ]

Mumbo distantly recognized that he had not been listening to a word Scar had said for quite a few minutes, instead just… staring. Watching with rapt attention as Scar put such love and light into everything he said, everything he built, everything he ever did. His chest burned with emotion, with overwhelming joy and happiness, and somewhere over Scar’s shoulder he could see Grian giving him a knowing little grin.

Something small and quiet and larger than life settled into his heart.

“Scar,” Mumbo said.

Scar turned to him, head tilted a little in anticipation for a question, and Mumbo pulled him in by the front of his shirt to kiss him squarely on the lips. Scar made a surprised noise in his throat, hands flailing before he realized what was happening and settled into it. Off to the side, Grian chuckled and sighed. 

They broke off the kiss when they were both smiling too hard to continue, and Mumbo got the distinct pleasure of seeing Scar’s face and ears turn red in pleased embarrassment. Mumbo just stood there and grinned like a loon.

“What was that for?” Scar asked, voice a bit higher than normal, hands still resting on Mumbo’s hips.

“For being you,” Mumbo said simply, softly. “For being someone I missed.”

Scar blinked, face softening into something warm and loving and maybe just a bit in awe. “Well I hope you don’t go around kissing everyone you missed like that.”

“Well. Only the pretty ones,” Mumbo said playfully, and Scar squawked in outrage as Grian burst out laughing, wings rustling behind him.

He’d spent a long time imagining what it would be like to be back. Countless hours planning the perfect reunion, the perfect scenario, the perfect angle and lighting and framing. And it would never come close to this: standing on the street laughing and bickering as the sun set behind them and time stretched as a blank canvas in front of them. Perfect.

[kandidandi]

*puts u in those little hammock thingies that swings around!!!!!*

OH OH OH I USED TO HAVE ONE OF THESE I'D GO APE SHIT ON IT MAN I LOVED IT AWAAAHAHAHAHA FERN GRABBING YOU AND TAKING YOU WITH ME

[marblecore]

zhan being the one person that actually gives a damn abt jiequan is so funny to me. like yeah theyre scared shitless of him sometimes, but ofc they care abt jiequan!!!!!! thats a fact

jiequan never really had considered anyone a friend in his lifetime, especially when he was a kid. however when noticing zhan's genuine kindness, jiequan doesnt help but to feel somewhat suspicious.

does he want something? is zhan doing this out of obligation? why is he doing this otherwise? those questions run through through jiequan's mind

yet, jiequan couldnt help but grow attach to zhan. now, zhan is not leaving anytime soon because jiequan doesnt want to lose the one person who showed him genuine kindness. <3

[ljsarts]

Look I need to sit down a redraft the backstory of these two because it's all over the place but the tldr of them both is-

- Samy and Mari moved from Vancouver to Bright falls when their Aunt died and left her home to them. It's located just outside Watery.

-They've lived here now for around five years long enough for the lake to get fenced up and the general store go from a place of work (for Mari) to a summer break spot having made a home in the basement beneath the general store. (I know in game there is not a basement but we're making one up cause I had a cute base concept in mind).

- One summer everything falls apart. Samy starts getting snappy and on edge won't discuss why until she finally confesses to Mari she's having weird dreams about drowning in the lake and Mari confesses the Lake feels off this summer that she should stay away from it. They argue and Samy storms off to go swimming to prove to Mari (but mostly to herself) that it's just a bad dream like all the others. (This is a Lake Mungo inspired bit great film devastating though).

-she doesn't come back. Mari looks for her for two days straight and passes out on day 3 only awakening when Charlie their dog starts howling up a storm and just in time for her to walk out of the general store to see the grizzly aftermath of a 'cult ritual sacrifice' her sister on the table heart half cutout and figures disappearing into the woods out of the corner of her vision.

They're designed to be a early game parallel to The Koskela Brothers with a sort of mid story twist of Samy returning from her shallow grave to bring her sister down with her and Saga having to rush to save her (inset the save me saga save me meme here).

And well I won't ramble anymore like I said I really need to redraft/rewrite the original background I wrote for these two cause drawing them they've grown close to my heart and I've got a bunch more art I want to make +more AW fanart cause I'm in a deep hyperfixation and I ain't complaining .

[two-person-job]

heyheyhey. do you guys wanna know a secret :}

[animationismycomfort]

so just watched happy feet 2 again after years and um

there’s one thing that made me upset about this film…

your telling me that the amigos didn’t know about Eric’s existence until they meet him and his friends later on in the film

which is very much debunked in the first few minutes of the film

where RAMON KNOWS WHO ERIC IS

so which one is it movie

do they know who Eric is or nah?

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

(minor spoiler for the next chapter of my fic but it'll be up as soon as my beta gets back to me)

Jean: how fucKING DARE YOU suggest i care about parker! i would never he is the BANE of my EXISTENCE he is BARELY tolerable at BEST

Jean, turning around and tucking Peter in: now go to sleep

[icantbelievemyeyes749]

BRO I WANT TO POST THAT FNAF AU SO MUCH

[goshushin]

Happy birthday to the Hiroto twins, Hiroyuki and Yuki Hiroto, my beloved children, the lights of my life, the light at the end of the tunnel, who gets me through my darkest days, my obsession until the end of time even though God Eater is a dead franchise that I can't get over, and keeps me going even when my hopes and dreams are in jeopardy. Thanks for loving them if you enjoy my content, they love you too.

[cookies-super-secret-blog]

GUYS!!!! ANIMALS!!!!

[lazarus-james]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gran Turismo (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jann Mardenborough/Jack Salter Characters: Jann Mardenborough, Jack Salter Additional Tags: Shower Sex, I blame doujins, Masturbation, jerking off, Dreams, Kissing, fantasies, Not fully praise kink but Jann is definitely on the brink, Crying, handjob, This has been in my head since I wrote Commit, You may seen similarities, It's like an alternate scene from Commit, Catch me in a decade still writing janack, EUUUUUGH, i love them, Smut, Maybe jealousy, Maybe Some Plot?, Mostly Smut Summary:

Jack and Jann in the gym showers. Enough said.