#im totally not jealous

[marskiiii]

I was a "freakishly tall" child for a bit (I think I was 4'8 when I was 7), reached 5'8 when I was 13-14 and then stopped growing so :/

i usually would say im jealous but i think i like being able to fit in itty bitty spaces

[httpiastri]

Saw Paul getting weighed after quali, and even though he was across the track, his helmet hair… damn 😍

!!!! his helmet hair!!!!!!!!!! can be spotted from miles away tbh

[your-neighbor-bear]

The aurora borealis my mom saw

It's bisexual

[nickeldalm]

Sky's 5th Anniversary let's goooooo

But really, this is what came into my mind when I saw SkyFest Cinema Tech (or whatever it is, I forgot the name)

whatever this is

[redvawx]

[nenoname]

i love the idea that stan tried using a smoke bomb to spice up the mr mystery act for fancy entrances before realising he can just use it whenever and by that i mean mostly to escape the consequences of his actions

(+ frog!stan and mabel's attack glitter)

[uhhlifeig]

Quidditch Pitch - Nov. 27 - word count: 710 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The Gryffindor stands were buzzing with energy as the players zoomed onto the Quidditch pitch. 

Up in the commentator’s box, Remus Lupin adjusted the enchanted microphone and smiled. “Welcome to today’s match: Gryffindor versus Slytherin!” His voice echoed over the stadium. “Let’s hope no one dies today, yeah?”

McGonagall was shaking her head exasperatedly beside him.

Remus sighed. The introductions were always the most boring part. “On the Gryffindor side, we have Alex Brown, Mackenzie Glen, and James Potter, Chasers. Our Beaters are Sirius Black and Marlene McKinnon, and Cassidy West and Noah Logsden as Keeper and Seeker respectively.”

Sirius tilted his broom in a mock bow towards the dirty blonde when Remus said his name.

“On the Slytherin side,” the werewolf continued, “we have Dorcas Meadowes, Mark Sanders, and Darcy Avery as Chasers, Kim Johnson and Carmilla Rivers as Beaters, Jackson Mulciber as Keeper, and their Seeker is Regulus Black. Yes, another Black! Because one wasn’t enough, apparently.”

Regulus scowled at the commentary box, adjusting his gloves.

“And they’re off!” Remus announced as Madam Hooch blew her whistle. The players soared into the air, James immediately snatching the Quaffle.

“Potter has the Quaffle- shockingly, not his biggest achievement today. He managed to  not fall on his face this morning, folks. It’s a miracle.”

James threw him a dirty look as he dodged a Bludger.

“Oh, McKinnon with a fantastic hit! That’s right, show them how Gryffindor Beaters roll.”

Meanwhile, Regulus darted across the pitch. Remus just managed to catch a glimpse of his face before he flew away.

“And there’s the younger Black giving us all a masterclass on brooding while flying. A true Slytherin strategy- if they can’t win, they’ll look better losing.”

James shot toward the goalposts, weaving through the Slytherin defense with Sirius taking out anyone who got too close.

“Potter goes for it- he shoots, he scores!” Remus cheered. “Look at him. So proud of himself. That’s Gryffindor ten, Slytherin zero!”

A few moments passed without any excitement- until a well-aimed Bludger from Sirius sent the Quaffle spiraling out of a Slytherin’s grasp. James dove to intercept.

“Look at older Black and McKinnon proving that teamwork makes the dream work! And Potter- oh, look at that catch! Someone’s showing off.”

Remus watched as Sirius and Regulus crossed paths mid-air, gazes locking briefly before the younger flew away in search of the Snitch.

“And there’s the Black brothers, sharing a tender sibling moment,” the werewolf drawled. “Truly touching. Almost makes you forget they’re trying to knock each other out of the sky.”

James’s next pass was intercepted by a Slytherin Chaser, who charged toward the Gryffindor goalposts.

“Finally, some action from Slytherin! And there goes West, looking vaguely concerned. Can she- oh, no, she can’t. Goal for Slytherin. It’s ten-all, folks!”

A Bludger shot past his friend by mere inches, Sirius swerving out of the way when he saw it hurtling at him. Remus breathed out a breath of relief, announcing, “Sirius Black narrowly avoids a Bludger! Shocking reflexes from a man who tripped over his own feet this morning.”

A cheer sounded as Marlene sent Carmilla reeling with a Bludger to the shoulder.

“McKinnon, good job,” Remus said, his grin audible. “Show those Slytherins who’s boss around here.”

Eventually, Regulus dove for the ground, looking as if he had spotted the Snitch. Noah followed him, but the moment he realized it was a feint, he swerved upwards.

“And Baby Black pulls a Wronski Feint! Probably trying to pull more than that today, if you know what I mean,” Remus remarked with a sly tone.

Despite the chaos, the match pressed on.

“And that’s Potter with another goal- I think his ego is taking over, folks.”

Noah suddenly shot forwards, having spotted the Snitch. Regulus tailed him, but the Gryffindor grabbed it a millisecond before the younger Black brother would have, cinching a win.

Remus leaned back in his chair, smiling. “And that’s the game, folks! Gryffindor takes it, thanks to teamwork, skill, and, let’s face it, sheer dumb luck. Better luck next time, Slytherin. ”

He started a timer in his mind. One, two, three…

Sirius flew right in front of the commentary box, grinning broadly. “I guess that good luck kiss really did work, Moony.”

[vroomian]

as the romans do, hana/radioapple, first meeting with lucifer

Lucifer was sitting in the bar/reception area, indulging in peaceful silence with Musk sitting behind the bar staring off into the distance. Keke was beside him, staring n the same direction. Must be a cat thing.

The door opened. Husk’s gaze snapped to it with a muffled mrrp. Lucifer stifled a chuckle, because he had manners, Alastor. He glances over to the door finding – a stranger? With a blink, he straightened up. In the month since he’s taken up residence there’d been no new clients at all.

This new sinner was on the shorter side, skin pale as Lucifer’s own, her face set in an impassive mask. Her eyes were black pits like a cannibal’s but there were small, pure white pupils that revealed that wasn’t this sinner’s damming vice. Other than her eyes and coloring she was the most human looking sinner Lucifer had ever seen.

The one mark of strangeness was the twin pair of branches that curled out of her head like horns. They were the same void black as her eyes, but on them was a riot of flowers, – all of them in grey scale, Lucifer realized.

He watched one bud sprout, bloom, fade, and wither as if in fast forward. Fascinating.

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Can I help you?” Musk drawled, sounding as if there was nothing he’d like less.

“Delivery for the radio demon,” The woman said. Her voice was surprisingly deep and raspy.

Husk made a face. “Gotcha.” He tapped the radio on the bar. “Delivery for you, boss.”

The shadows in the room flickered. Oh, great. This asshole. The radio demon in his full red glory sprang into existence in the middle of the lobby like Athena from the forehead of Zeus. He adjusted the sleeves of his tacky, tattered coat despite the fact they were perfect as always. Asshole.

“Now, Husker, what’s this about a delivery? I don’t recall ordering anything, but perhaps Rosie sent –” Alastor stopped dead in the middle of the room, staring at the woman.

Lucifer’s eyebrows raised. That was the most surprised he’d ever seen the Radio Demon. His smile actually faded a bit.

Alastor cleared his throat, straightened his already immaculate jacket again, and crossed over to meet the woman. She seemed content to let him loom over her, her entire body relaxed and loose in a way Lucifer had only seen Nifty be. The omega was intimidating.

Alastor’s hands were clasped behind him, so Lucifer got a full view of the almost nervous twist to them. “Hana, darling. What brings you here? I wasn’t expecting you to be back for another fortnight at least.”

The sinner – Hana – hummed under he breath. “I caught a broadcast and came back. You didn’t invite me to the party.”

The party? Did she mean the Extermination?

Alastor’s back tensed. “Vox remains a voyeuristic fly in the eye of the public.”

“True. But I wouldn’t have to listen for news about you if you just told me yourself,” Hana tapped his chest with her knuckles, gentle as anything. Amazingly, her hands stayed attached to her body.

Something like dread was starting to curl up in Lucifer’s chest. The way Alastor’s ears relaxed when Hana touched him, the easy way the stood together, the atmosphere as if they were the only two in the world – it was painting a picture that Lucifer couldn’t quite focus on.

There was no way. Not Alastor. Omega he might be but he was far, far too dangerous for any Alpha, no matter how strong they thought themselves.

It was a stupid idea.

Lucifer found himself pushing away from the bar, walking over to them. “Hey, bellhop. You going to introduce us to your friend?”

Alastor’s ears flicked, as if startled.

Lucifer’s stomach clenched. Alastor was never startled. He kept his ears on a swivel, especially around Lucifer. Deer thing. Or a paranoid overlord thing. Maybe some fun and terrible mix of the two! They were in hell after all.

The Radio Demon turned neatly on his heel, his normal smile in place. “Why, didn’t your mother teach you not to interrupt private conversations?”

“Hm. NOPE. I don’t have one of those,” Lucifer drawled out. Alastor’s eyes were flint and steel, striking up a blaze inside of Lucifer’s gut. “It’s a stupid human thing.”

“Oh my! Such disrespect for your own wife, and the mother of your child. Tsk, tsk, what would Charlie say?”

Bitch. Lucifer knew plenty about mothers and children! Not that Lucifer could say anything, or even show Alastor the stretch marks as proof of Lucifer’s own labor of love. “Don’t bring Charlie up to me, you absolute –”

“Al,” Hana said. Breaking into the now familiar cadence of a proper fight. “Introduce me.”

Alastor’s hackles immediately went down, his entire face softening into something foreign. It left Lucifer adrift, like a dancer whose partner vanish mid step.

“My apologies, darling. Where are my manners these days!” Alastor gave a deeply theatrical bow to Lucifer. “Hana, may I introduce our fearless, feckless leader and progenitor of my business partner, his majesty, Lucifer Morningstar. Sire, this is Hana. She is a dear friend, a trusted ally,” He took a deep breath, and his smile grew hard, staring at Lucifer as if daring him to say something. “And my mate. My Alpha.”

Absolute silence.

Something behind the bar shattered, but Lucifer was too frozen to look. The words didn’t register for a long moment. He stared at Hana. She was – Alastor’s alpha? What the fuck? Lucifer knew he didn’t truly understand how humanity’s secondary genders worked, but how could anyone manage to snag an omega as independent and dangerous as Alastor?

It was a good thing Lucifer didn’t really need to breath. All the oxygen seemed to be sucked out of the room. He could feel his forehead itch, horns threatening to break through skin.

The sinner didn’t seem surprised or even intimidated. Her hands stayed in her pockets. “Hey.”

“A pleasure,” Lucifer lied.

“Wait, wait one fucking second – Boss, was this the reason you were gone for seven years?” Musk asked, incredulous. “You were involved in a hunt?”

“Ah, that. Well –” Alastor paused. “Hm. I suppose it could be thought of that way. I certainly felt pursued.”

“Yeah,” Hana said.

Lucifer didn’t miss the way Alastor’s ears flicker towards the sound of her voice, attention firmly on his – his mate. Fuck. Lucifer felt his nails bite into his hands. The pain was grounding.

Husk scoffed. “A whole seven years for a hunt, though?”

“Well, of course, Husker! it’s a matter of principle! My mother didn’t raise me to settle. Seven years of hunting is the bare minimum for someone such as I.”

“You’re a slippery fuck,” Hana said, her voice still bland and cold. Standing next to Alastor, she seemed even more drab and lifeless. Seriously, how was this Alastor’s mate?

Alastor gave that polite fake laugh, pleased as punch. “I am a delight. Now my dear, why on earth have you come to the hotel? I have it on good authority you were out of the city on business.”

Hana gave him a very dry look. “Maybe it’s because I had to hear about my mate taking on the first man and leader of the exorcists from 666 news. Business could wait.”

“Ah. Yes, that.” Alastor cleared his throat, and actually looked a little embarrassed. Lucifer wanted to tear out his own eyes. “As you can see, I’m perfectly fine!”

“You are,” Hana said, voice the slightest bit warmer, and her eyes giving Alastor the slow once over.

A flush rose in Alastor’s cheeks. He looked –

“So!” Lucifer broke in, his stomach in knots. How the fuck did Alastor of all people have a mate? Someone that worried about his safety, gave up business for him, complimented him, flirted, clearly cared? “You said you had a delivery?”

Alastor cleared his throat. “Quite right, sire!”

Hana’s dark eyes wandered slowly from Alastor to Lucifer, and it was like being crushed under the full pressure of the sea. Lucifer could physically feel the sinner’s attention. His wings puffed up in their pocket dimension. His forehead ached.

Oh. This sinner was powerful. Not an overlord, or Lucifer would’ve definitely remembered her. Was she new? But what new sinner felt like this?

“You’re the devil?” the sinner asked.

Lucifer bared his teeth it what could generously be described as a smile. “I am. Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell. As the bellhop said.”

That netted him a single slow blink. That strange sense of pressure intensified, and Lucifer had the unpleasant feeling of being a bug under a magnifying glass. Seriously, what the fuck was up with this sinner and why didn’t Lucifer know who she was?

Abruptly as it came, the attention faded, leaving just a sinner standing there. No indication of power. Not even a hint of danger. that trick, more than anything, made Lucifer’s blood run cold.

“Huh. Shorter than I thought,” was all the sinner said.

Asshole. She had barely six inches on him!

Before Lucifer could incinerate the sinner for her impudence, Alastor let out a tiny snicker.

“Isn’t he just?” Alastor reached over and scuffed a hand through Lucifer’s hair. It was so unexpected Lucifer forgot his anger. “Now, what did you bring me, darling?”

She gestured, and a large package poofed to existence. It reached Hana’s middle, and it was wrapped in butcher paper, revealing it to be – oh, ew. Was that a leg? Did Alastor’s mate bring him an actual leg?

“Do I want to know who’s that is?” Lucifer asked, already annoyed. Fucking sinners. “It better not bring trouble for the hotel. Charlie has enough on her plate.”

Alastor practically lit up like the marquee outside, red eyes glittering. “My dearest, you are a blessing! Did Rosie source it for you?”

“Nah. It’s home grown.”

What?

Alastor stilled, and Lucifer watched the red rise in his cheeks with a sense of something sinking inside of his chest. Red suited Alastor, though Lucifer would die rather than admit it. It was so easy to forget the man’s designation until the light of the lobby, soft and diffused, hit his long eyelashes and delicate cheekbones just right.

“Hana, my dear, you certainly didn’t have to –”

Hana tapped him on the chest again, closed fist and gentle. Alastor abruptly cut off. He looked down and captured the hand in his own. The white of the sinner’s hand contrasted beautiful with Alastor’s own black and red. Lucifer’s own traitorous hands twitched for his sketchbook.

“I am your alpha. You need, I provide.” She said. “Standard rates still apply.”

Alastor laughed. “You feed me, I feed you?”

“It’s only fair.”

“Just so,” Alastor said softly.

It had the ring of an old conversation, full of meaning that Lucifer wasn’t privy too. Like listening to himself and Lily, one hundred years ago. When There was a certain weight to history between two people, they could create a mess of language and inn jokes all their own.

Why did Alastor get to have that? He was a sinner of the worst type. And yet this awful cannibal, that egotistical waste of hellish air got to have a partner that not only accepted his strangeness but loved it?

If there was a proof that Lucifer’s parent was an uncaring one, it was here in this moment. He couldn’t help the way that his smile fixed on his face, fake and fully ugly.

[rings-of-power-realm]

Robert Aramayo Interview

[raynecloud06]

Hmm, I don't know An...

That kinda sounds a bit like jealousy to me...

[selfship-confession-box]

istg if one more person says something like "i'll never understand not sharing! me and my friends ship with the same character! love wins!" i'm going to scream. get off your fucking high horse. there's absolutely nothing wrong with not sharing and you constantly bleating about how it "couldn't be you" makes you sound pompous. you can be okay with sharing without putting down people who don't. just leave us alone.

sorry blog owner, i'm just venting over something someone left in my inbox. feel free to delete this.

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[edwinisms]

see I need ghost clothes to have properties more or less like regular clothes because wearing someone else’s jacket or shirt is one of the most important expressions of affection in existence and yes basically what I’m saying is i wanna see charles give edwin his jacket for one reason or another and see edwin get all flustered and giddy about it

[the-ultimate-tsbs-kin]

Can we just talk about the fact that Earth and Monty should not be together?

Sure, Earth didn't know about the things Monty did at first, but Foxy/Mimic told her about it, and she was upset, their relationship was on thin ice, and they're still fucking together??

Even as Monty made zero effort to actually be better? Even as they've done WORSE things since then??

Remember Monty becoming a government agent? Pointing a gun at everyone he knew, including his best friend, his girlfriend's brother, and his best friend's practically infant son? Wiping FC's and Foxy's memories multiple times? And keeping all of this a secret from Earth?

Monty doesn't care about being better. Monty doesn't care about becoming a person good enough for his girlfriend - someone she can be proud of. Monty cares about getting their way, doing whatever the fuck they want, so long as they keep it a secret from the one person whose opinion matters to them.

Praying for Earth to leave their ass.

In terms of my canon - of me being Lunar and being close to Monty - I love that guy and we owe a lot to them.

But also as Lunar, I have to look out for my sister, and she deserves someone way better... or no one, nothing wrong with being single.

[doll-elvis]

“To coax him to eat, she curled up beside him, indulging him with baby talk and playing with his hair as she fed him small bites of food. He relished the caramel popcorn balls that Miss Tennessee whipped up in the kitchen of the gilded, glittering suite. Dressed up in her little baby-doll nightie, she would break the gooey ball into small bites as she purred ‘Bye, Baby Buntin, Mommy gonna feed baby some yum-yums. Baby like yum-yums, eat ‘em all up’. He would lean back burbling…‘mama’… until he’d had enough”

oh to be stroking his hair and feeding him popcorn balls 🤧

(excerpt from “Down at the end of the lonely street” by Peter H. Brown)

[carpetbug]

marinette almost getting akumatized into a motherfucker named PANIC physically pains me. oh my god it hurts. like i’m literally going to write a whole essay on it painful. like i can’t stop thinking about it. it’s just so important to me? it’s so real? i don’t know too many words so little brain. something something seeing one of my favorite characters reflect those same terrifying, uncontrollable, and overwhelming moments of just fear it just. i don’t know. it makes me feel so small yet seen? like yeah i have this panic but so do so many others? GOD I DONT KNOW I NEED TO WRITE THIS OUT

[faunandfloraas]

i love being friends with girls and then they get a boyfriend and then he becomes the center of her entire existence and all she talks about and all she focuses on and i sit there and i smile and i nod and i feel myself becoming genuinely evil