#i wonder how they're gonna go about that

[hell0mega]

how many people are gonna only buy the stolen century volume of the taz balance graphic novels you think

[rox-of-iu]

ayoo guess who finally sat down and caught up with cultivate B)

is me. so you know what that means.

spoiler warning for cultivate ch 30-37

there was actually.... more things i wanted to draw but I already did so many I had to physically restrain myself hfsjkkdh anyway yes can you tell i love this fic very much

yet once again. cultivate by the wonderful @neonghostcat

[muppeddie]

yknow what. tommy was buck's most functional relationship to date actually. yeah it wasn't the most exciting he had ever had and they didn't click that much but tommy was not about to move to another country or scared of what it meant to date a guy who risks his life for a living, he didn't grow to resent buck because they were fundamentally incompatible, he basically said "i would have loved to move in with you down the line but I can't because /you/ don't really want to. you just don't know it yet." because buck has misconstructed the idea of a romantic partner down to the bones of "i need someone that's my girlboyfriend because everyone has a girlboyfriend and it's all im missing to be complete." except he already takes everything that a partner could give you from eddie. a home, reassurance, family, someone who understands him and cares for him, someone he calls when he's down, someone who takes him to the hospital and sits with him and tells him when he's being stupid. that's eddie. buck knows it's eddie. so everything every other love interest does for buck will simply bounce off the walls of his beautifully insane brain and he can never understand what's wrong. why did tommy leave him? he didn't ask for much. (unaware that's the exact point). he's not looking for a partner he's looking for a paper-thin placeholder. imagine what it will feel like once he realizes he can just put the right name to the man who's been there all along and call it a day.

[winepresswrath]

lestat letting louis go with armand was lestat having a depressive episode and lestat accepting that he'd fucked up beyond repair but it was also some crazy Nicki foreshadowing like he's left a lover with Armand before, and look what happened. When he gets that call in the 70s he must have been having the absolute worst time.

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

I wonder what it is about breaking up with someone and starting new that I find so upsetting. I realize that people also find break ups heartbreaking, but I know I take it to an extreme. I've never liked the idea of having different partners throughout my life. The idea of having an ex has always been something I hated. The type of breakup didn't matter to me. That is to say whether we ended on good or bad terms didn't make the idea of ending a relationship better to me. I'm not trying to be pretentious about it, I'm just being fr about a sentiment I've held for as long as I can remember. I've never been the type of person who enjoyed the idea of hook ups or casual dating. For better or worse, I've always held the belief that romantic relationships should be all in and serious from the beginning.

I think this feeling is definitely exacerbated by the fact that I've been passed up for another person before so I know what it's like to have someone "move on" from you, and it genuinely sucks like all fucking hell lmao. So the idea of "moving on" and being with someone else has been incredibly tarnished for me.

[vonlipvig]

if i was making scandal s4 i'd have a psychological horror cyrus subplot where he's periodically haunted by a rotting, zombie-fied ghost version of james every time he continues to support the administration in his usual immoral ways, both serving as a representation of his guilt over his loss, and the constant reinforcing of his sunk-cost fallacy way of coping. but because this wasn't relevant to olivia's journey they didn't include it.

[batsplat]

Sepang 2006: After an exhausting race, Valentino Rossi brings a chair to the podium and sits down. Loris Capirossi joins him to sit on his lap.

[infiniteseriesofhalfways]

sitting in the parking lot thinking i might vom

[wildflowercryptid]

potentially batshit headcanon, but i think it'd be funny if these two were related somehow.

[batfamfucker]

Appreciation post for 'girly girl' characters and/or shows that celebrate traditionally feminine things that girls and women are shamed for.

Characters on this list that love makeup, fashion, hair, etc. Characters that are still written as strong, intelligent, brave, etc. That told young girls that these interests are valid, they are not lesser interests. Being feminine and liking traditionally feminine things does not make them weak.

[wings-dings-and-iggyfings]

Hey all! So if you didn't see it yesterday there is a new Wingfeather trailer for season 2! It's pretty epic!

There's also a new season 2 poster in their shop, and since it has Peet on it I bought it immediately even though I really don't have extra money to spend this week. xD It also has what I think is the first official/finished look at Maraly?!? (the character, not my kitten) As well as the Fork Factory, Claxton Weaver and the Overseer. 👀👀

https://shop.angel.com/pages/wingfeather

Season 2 covers the first half of book 2 and is releasing sometime this year!

[leafy-m]

I got Witch Hat Atelier Kitchen volume 3 a little early and guys.... GUYS!! THIS is what Kitchen in English should be like! 💥💝💖

If you like Orufrey, you have got to get volume 3!

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[warlordfelwinter]

maprico

narin has valid questions about his tenno friend

~1k

[ao3]

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The sun was setting over the plains, bathing Cetus in warm golden light. The market still hummed with sounds—a chorus of voices and laughter, bells and chimes tinkling in the breeze, loud calls of animals, the soft strum of music. The air smelled of the sea, of meals being cooked, of fresh fish and incense and spices. A perfect, peaceful evening, before night fell and the Eidolons began their mournful howls.

Not that the Eidolons would break the peace for Narin. He had grown up falling asleep to their cries, safe within the Unum’s embrace. The night would likely be far less peaceful for the Tenno who sat next to him in the scrubby grass, overlooking the market. They would be leaving the wall after dark, going out to hunt the massive sentients.

Narin couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to do such a thing. He’d seen an Eidolon from a distance once and that was close enough for him. It was hard, looking at Juno, to reconcile the youthful face and stature with someone who could take down a beast of that size. But they were a Tenno. The warframe that knelt motionlessly behind them was proof enough of that. The warframe that Narin had thought was the Tenno for the longest time. But the Tenno were children. Younger than Narin and yet infinitely older.

Millennia… Another difficult thing to believe about Juno. If he looked past their luminous eyes and the marring of their somatics, they looked like any other teen. They looked the same age as him. And yet they’d been alive during the Orokin Empire. Something that was just distant history to Narin. Stories he’d been told.

They’d been in stasis, the way they told it. When they were controlling their warframe, they were on a ship, far from here, their body held in stasis while their mind roamed. They could leave it now, as evidenced by their presence next to him, and it made Narin wonder if they aged when they were outside.

He wondered about a lot of things, with Juno. At the moment, as he watched Juno idly scratching the ears of the kubrow that dozed in their lap, he wondered about food.

Narin popped a small piece of rubad into his mouth, chewing. He’d brought a plate up here with him, with sliced fruit and nuts and cheese, drizzled with spiced honey. It had clearly been meant to be shared and yet Juno hadn’t touched any of it. Maybe they were just being polite about food they didn’t like, but Narin wondered…

“Do you eat?”

Juno blinked and looked at him. “What?”

“Do you eat?” Narin repeated. “You know, like food.” He put a piece of cheese into his mouth, demonstrably.

“I know what food is,” Juno said, frowning, and decidedly not answering Narin’s question.

“So that’s a no…?” he asked, slowly.

They looked away, color rising to their cheeks. “It’s… a… I don’t know,” they said.

“You don’t know?” Narin asked, laughing. “How do you not know??”

“I mean, I don’t,” Juno said, looking at him again. “I don’t eat. I don’t remember… ever… eating, but I must have at some point… before…”

Narin rested his chin on his hand, looking at them curiously. “So your… stasis thing keeps you… full?” he guessed.

“I suppose so,” Juno said. “I’ve never thought about it.”

“So… can you eat?” Narin asked. “If you wanted to.”

Juno stared at him for a moment, thinking. “I… don’t know,” they said, eventually.

Narin picked up a piece of maprico and slowly held it up in front of Juno’s face, watching those unsettling glowing eyes briefly cross to focus on it before returning to Narin’s face. He waggled the piece of fruit enticingly.

“You should find out.”

Juno held his gaze for a moment before they took the fruit. With an amount of caution that was almost comical, they opened their mouth and placed it inside. Almost immediately, their eyes widened slightly and a soft noise of surprise escaped their throat. They chewed slowly, their expression slowly morphing from one of surprised pleasure to increasing distress.

“Mm!—mmrmh!—why does it burn?!” they managed to demand after swallowing. They doubled over, coughing, and Narin burst out laughing. The spice of the honey was quite mild for Ostron standards, but for someone who hadn’t eaten in millennia…

Juno glared at him, which only made him laugh harder.

“Sorry, sorry,” he giggled. “Here, the cheese helps—”

“No,” Juno said, batting his hand away. “I think I’m done with food.”

“Ai yo! Behold the mighty Tenno, defeated by a piece of spicy fruit,” Narin declared. “We are all doomed.”

Juno stuck their tongue out at him and then disappeared, dissolving into light and being pulled backward into their frame. They shifted and stood, Nezha’s figure moving as naturally as if it was Juno’s own body.

Narin glanced at the sky, realizing it had gotten dark as they’d been sitting here. “Time for the hunt?” he guessed.

They nodded. As if on cue, the ululation of an Eidolon split the quieting air.

“Sho-lah. Good luck. I’ll make harpu for you next time.”

“Like I’m going to trust you about food again,” they said, voice synthesized and strange coming through Nezha.

“That one’s a drink,” Narin said.

“Whatever.” They shifted back and step and then launched off the overlook, twisting mid-air and flipping, landing on a roof and sprinting lightly along cords and fabrics, hardly seeming to touch anything before they were jumping again, impossibly agile. Their kubrow dutifully ran down the hill and chased after them.

Narin waved, watching until they were out the doors, and then dropped back onto the grass, looking up at the darkening sky. He reached blindly for the plate and grabbed a piece of fruit, dropping it into his mouth and chewing, savoring the warmth of the spices. He snorted to himself.

“Some killing machine.”

[linagram]

all bday illustrations! i feel like something changed in my art style but it's probably just the lineart (+ shading and lighting)

[hollow-vok]

Ohh im obssesed