#i think thisnis it

[irl]

google search results for how 2 stop bein INSANE ovr a crush tyty

[slabime]

you killed that man, robert.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Fanfic idea: Nocturna, after disappearing during the crisis, wakes up to find herself in the current universe, where she spots the Red Hood, and can't help but compare him to the blood night sky she last saw, and oddly, the young Robin whom she had tried to adopt

[tennessoui]

Hello! I just read basically all your fics basically and I just wanted to drop by and tell you I love all of them! Also I wanted to ask at the end of "use my body to break your fall" is anakin still a sex worker? It wasn't really clear to me, but maybe I missed something

Sorry for bothering you!

Have a nice day

hi!!! thank you so much I’m so glad you enjoyed my fics 💚💚

so yes at the end of “use my body to break your fall”, anakin is not a sex worker — the last chapter is like a compromise between both of their hard lines: anakin doesn’t want a sith in his bed, so obi-wan gives up being a sith so that he can be worthy of anakin; obi-wan doesn’t want a Companion in his bed, and anakin realizes during obi-wan’s absence that his life feels empty without obi-wan and that he would be ok with giving up his job to be with obi-wan so long as he kept other parts of his autonomy

it’s absolutely not supposed to be a one-for-one where being an evil murdering bad guy is akin to being a sex worker, but it’s supposed to just be their compromise that fits the characters’ personalities and growth they underwent in the story

also to be fair, anakin is sort of resigned (happy to) be on the run for the rest of his life at the end of”use my body” — clientele would be scarce I should think

[heartofalifer]

one of the best things to happen to new who is regarding Toxic by Britney Spears a traditional ballad and have it playing in the background while aliens watch Earth burn. top tier television. 1000/10

[findafight]

Miraculous au

"before I start it's important you know this wasn't my fault."

Well. His Kitty sure has a way of setting him at ease. "You know that's probably the quickest way to get me thinking it's definitely your fault?"

Grimalkin sighs and plops, not ungracefully, beside him. "It really isn't. There are few, if any, things I could have done differently to prevent this, Red."

Red Scarab raises his eyebrow. "Oh? And what is "this", kitty cat? Leaving me in suspense isn't gonna help you if it actually is your fault"

He rubs his face in his hands, pinches his nose too. It's a habit Red Scarab has watched him do a dozen or two times by now. He's frustrated and probably embarrassed. Damn. "My best friend knows who I am."

"what? How!? You know our id-"

"she figured me out!" Grimalkin doesn't even make a pun of it, his nose scrunched and cheeks red. "She just. I rescued her, and instead of calling me 'grimalkin' or 'grim' or even 'malkin', she says "bye, my actual real first name"! I almost brained myself tripping when I heard her."

Eddie tries to steady his breaths. Okay. Alright. He wanted to be the first to find out Grim's identity, wanted to maybe be the only one who knew, but fine. He could share. They could work with this.

"how'd she know? She see you transform or something?"

Grim chuckles. Which, rude. This is pretty fuckin serious, little kitty cat. "She said when she saw Grim on tv he seemed familiar, then he kept being familiar. How he moved, talked, smiled. Something niggling at the back of her mind when she saw the heroes of Indy. Then, when I rescued her, it clicked. Suddenly whatever magic the miraculous puts around us to conceal our identities faded, and all she saw was me, her best friend, in silly cat ears and a mask. Saving the city."

"I find the ears charming." Red Scarab finds them absurdly cute, actually. But flirting with his kitty is for later.

"thanks. And that's it. She just. Knew. Saw right through me"

"you trust her?"

Grimalkin nods. "More than anything. I doubt anyone other than her could figure me out, anyways."

"yeah?" A bitter swoop of jealousy tangles itself in Red's stomach. Grim's voice is filled with unabashed fondness when he speaks about this nameless girl. He trusts her more than anything. More than red?

"well," he starts, as though reading Red's mind "maybe the same as you. In regards to my own health and life. I dunno. It's different with you. You're my partner." And ain't that just the sweetest thing? Grimalkin might be in love with some other mystery boy, might be so close with his best friend she saw through ancient magic to his core, but whatever is between them is special. Is different.

Flying above Hawkins, their borough of Indianapolis, bonds them differently than the others. Sure, Grim has friends and a potential boyfriend (as much as that pains him to think of) in his civilian life, and even a best friend who knows about his secret, but they'll never be his partner. Never have the same connection to him as Red does, saving the city from a superviallian. Red Scarab will hold onto that and keep it close to his heart for a while.

Grim nudges their shoulders together. "I really am sorry, though. You deserve to know who I am too. R--my best friend would probably get along with you like a house on fire, I'm a little worried about you meeting" and there he goes, saying such nice things. Acting like them knowing each other's identities and being ingrained in each other's civilian lives is an inevitability. Eddie hopes it is. The people his kitty loves seem, from the sparse details he's shared, quite bizarre and friendly and lovely. They must be, if Grimalkin loves them so.

"yeah? Think I'd recognize you out of the mask?" He says, instead of I hope so, I'd love to, I want to see all of the people you love and love them too.

He laughs. "Probably not. Hopefully not. Don't think I could handle knowing more than one person can see through me so well."

"would you recognize me?"

"no." He says it immediately, and it hurts, just a little. Like being dismissed. (Grimalkin doesn't mean to hurt him, he knows. Thinks the flirting is just for fun, a game, and not Eddie desperately trying to win the heart of a man whose goodness and snark and exasperation and humour stop him short and steal his breath away.) "I don't think so. The Miraculi magic is supposed to protect our identities, and once someone knows, they can see the overlap. Only someone who really, truely knows you and is looking would be able to break it. It happened to me because we have legitimately thought about the pros of combining into a blob person. I don't think many people are actually like that. They certainly don't seem to get me and --and my best friend." He shrugs again. "I dunno. That's what it seems like, anyway."

Grim grins at him. "Wouldn't be very magic if I just saw you walk into work one day and blurt out 'Red Scarab? Is that you!? I'm the guy in a catsuit you beat up supervillains with!' Would it?" If that happened Eddie would probably name it the single greatest thing to ever happen to him, actually. Second only to finding Tikki in his backpack after Hellfire a few short months ago. But his kitty is a romantic, and if he wants a dramatic, heartfelt reveal, then Eddie won't push it. They've got time.

[severefartoholic]

ok, I don’t want this blog to become /srs but what would you think about Nikita if he was real? I mean, he’s cool as a character but if he was real, wouldn’t what he did to Nadya seem wrong?

yeah no obviously I actually ONLY like him cause he left that punk ass bitch and I only like Sergei cause he called the cops on her punk ass daughter I'm violently mysoginistic and if Nikita was real I, a teenage Tumblr user would obviously get along great with this bitter middle aged stalker.

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

inhave not watched two more eggs at all but. yeas.

[halfapersob]

Grian yawned, stretching his arms over his head. He looked out to the stars in front of him. “You ready Mumbo?”

Grian stood, walking towards his friend, nudging his foot when he didn't respond. “Mumbo?”

 Mumbo sat up, banging his head on a metal pipe. “Oww,”

“Pfft” grian held in a snort, covering his mouth with his hand.

“This is pants,” Mumbo muttered, sliding out from underneath the control panel. He rubbed his forehead. “We should be good to go, now”.

Grian held his hand out, helping mumbo up.

“Great, I don't think our guy would appreciate tardiness”. Grian powered on the ship, flicking switches, its muscle memory now. The ship hummed, the dim lights turned back on. Grian looked down at the planet they were approaching, blues and greens swirled together with the pinks and oranges. It was beautiful. Space would never not amaze him.

Mumbo took the controls and landed the ship, grian slipped his jacket on, pulling his arms though the sleeves. He grabbed his mask, securing it over his face. The ship relaxed as it shut down.

Grian went through his mental checklist before they went out to meet the person who hired them.

A meow interrupted his thoughts. He stopped where he was standing, staring at the small creature in front of him. “Uhh, Mumbo… do we have a cat?”

“What” his voice came muffled from the other room. Grian continued staring at the cat. It had 4 ears and 3 hazel eyes. 

Mumbo came up behind him. “Where, how? The door’s still closed.” he said bemused. Grian reached down to pet it but the cat hopped down from the chair, disappearing into a portal.

“Grian?”

“That, wasn't my fault.”

@ellalily @turnthefrigginfr0gsgay @totallynotagremlin

(@mumscarianweek )

[thegreatestheaver]

I think one of the best things about being friends with mostly people who are also artists is seeing them improve in real time

[nolanhattrick]

i have such a tolerate/hate relationship with trans tape. like, why do you have to bite me when i use you?? i literally cannot function without you and here you are, ripping me to shreds???

[ispyspookymansion]

They aren't artbooks either, their quality doesn't measure up to an actual, professionally produced one!

i guess thats definitely up for debate and depends on the project! ive seen a lot of art books as someone who worked with an art school library collection and some zines certainly do feel up to that level (think the like, $40 professionally bound inch thick ones) but i think even the smaller ones are closer in spirit to that than a zine. there are some smaller scale professional art books too! but fan book is another alternative ive seen people say in the tags

[madeintimeland]

one of my most prized collectibles: original CD copy of elephunk with let's get retarded instead of let's get it started

[franeridan]

GOT MY IP3 TEAM GOD SAID I GET TO WIN FOR ONCE

[hotgirlstiles]

guys oh my god…… this is THE cowboy!derek & spoiled pretty farmers son!stiles fic song……. THIS IS TJE ONE.. PLEASE

[transmandrake]

Thing that baffles me about Palworld is now its been out a lil and people have explored it more... Apparenlty the whole slavery and animal abuse aspect which is *heavily advertised* as the quirky silly gimmick is... completely optional and often the worst way to play the game.

...

WHY WOULD YOU ADVERTISE IT LIKE THAT??? Oh yeah cuz people who dont like funny haha animal slavery are definitely going to buy the funny haha slavery game. And then its actually like 60% funny haha slavery.

(I'm basing this off the steam page primarily. Its like... Half the description and images. Because surprisingly I expect that to be an accurate representation of the game and if I'm going to like it or not.)