#it genuinely means the world to me

[ambitions-of-an-eccedentesiast]

question is... are you going to?

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[empties-sweethearts]

writing sweethearts & a cinema feels like a warm hug. there's this specific song that has inspired almost the entire fic, but i don't want to reveal it until we get to the part where it was inspired by. but good god, i adore writing it i love editing it and i love talking about it. it genuinely feels so nice to just sit back and write every idea i've had about this silly au and these silly characters. they mean so much to me.

[iridescentbee]

Heya! Sorry to bother you, I was trying to donate to your PayPal (the Amazon thing isn't working for me QoQ) but PayPal says the link doesn't exist - is there another way?

HI THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

heres new links!!

if neither of those are working heres a link to our website :)))

[softsimulation]

6am at the butler family home it smells like coffee beans, buttered toast and laundry detergent in this kitchen

[sharkylad]

Thinking about the fact that Mabel and Dipper didn't know they had two great uncles.

Yeah they are 12 and at 12 I had a shotty understanding of my family tree- But really? Nobody brought up their great uncle? Stanley? Especially since they'll be staying with his twin brother, Stanford?

Shermie never went to Stan's fake funeral, which to me means the twos relationship was strained on some level. If Shermie is older that means his view of Stan was poisoned in some way, that even as kids they weren't close. If the Shermie is younger then he never even got to meet Stan and all he knew about him was how he failed his family. Hell, people probably barely mentioned Stanley TO Shermie.

The fact that Stan had become a black stain upon the Pines family name makes me so vividly upset. Stanley faked his death and the family just- seemingly decided to strike him from the record. To pretend he didn't existed to spare themselves the sadness and shame.

Stanford and Shermie Pines. The only children worth mentioning of Filbrick and Caryn Pines.

It was never Stanford that was lost to the world. It was Stanley, ever since he had to leave New Jersy- it was always him that had to be struck from the record. Change his name, change his state, change his affiliations, destroy the remains of ghost that was Stanley Pines. Kill him so the family doesn't bring him up, doesn't ask questions, stops asking "Stanford" about his twin.

I just keep thinking about the fact that since the day he made one single mistake all the way up until Ford walks out of that machine- Stanley Pines was killed and did not exist. And Stan himself had no one to blame, he had to play the part in his own demise- He is the only one who ever knew Stanley was alive and has been for decades.

He lives in the multitudes of every personality he's ever taken, all in the hope that he himself can stop being Stanley Pines.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier

[reasonsforhope]

You don't need to believe that people as a whole are good or well-intentioned to be an optimist about fixing climate change.

A lot of the time, it's enough to trust in this: people hate being screwed over. And even more than that, they hate feeling screwed over.

Climate change is actively screwing over almost every single person on this planet, whether they know it or not. We just need to keep making sure that people do know that they're getting screwed over, along with all their loved ones, and who's doing it.

Spite and righteous anger will honestly do a lot of the rest.

[mikesbasementbeets]

Sometimes I think it's just scary to open up like that. To say how you really feel. Especially to people you care about the most. Because what if... what if they don't like the truth? // Sometimes people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. But, you capture the right moment… it says more. // I didn't say it. // You didn't have to.

[remake of my very first gifset one year later]

[thebaratie]

thinking of him always

[raebonnz]

who up sqlointing they peter rn

apotheosis 12 spoilers below cut

literally finished drawing this right when he died like what the hell dude 😭 im literally so afraid to start the finale tho dude 13 pt2 alr made me cry 😭

[pinklemonslices]

i’m so happy that edwin’s confession didn’t make it weird. i’m so happy they’re “better friends because of it.” i’m so happy they hug each other and touch each other like normal. i’m so happy with how they are. i’m so happy with how charles’s response was handled. i’m so happy

[turtleblogatlast]

Something I like about Leo is that he’s honestly really chill? It’s easy to remember the moments where he’s being obnoxious or excitable but I feel like most of the time he’s incredibly “go with the flow” and has an overall affable demeanor.

[noodles-and-tea]

hi !!! i’ve been following you on twitter and tiktok for ages (since luca) and have loved every single fandom you’ve transitioned through since then - your art is just amazing

but i cannot lie as a hardcore merlin fan seeing that you’ve entered this space after sherlock truly made me do a little dance with glee !! you drew them brilliantly and i can’t wait to see more if you happen to draw more of them !!

keep up the amazing work !! 💕💕

Oh thank you so much!!!!!

[teddybeartoji]

in my head megumi is 100% a judoka, right? but it's important to me that you all know that he's the one that said he wanted to do it and that toji was a bit unsure about it at first. of course, the idea of his son doing martial arts just like him made him happy, more than happy even, but at the same time... there was a part of him that was a little afraid.

he didn't train like hell out of desire, but out of necessity. his life was cruel and so awfully far from good, that the mere idea of his son doing something even remotely close to what he had to endure was scary. and stupid.

toji always knew that he would never treat either of his kids the way he was treated. never. so the fear was always rather irrational. but that didn't make it disappear; he just wanted to keep his kids, his little blessings, away from his past in any way he could.

but megumi has always been a determined kid. very honest, and curious. so when his dad seemed to question his interest in judo, he couldn't help but bombard him with a million why's.

pulling at his dad's cheeks as toji held him in his arms, the older man sighed with a faint smile. the more the young boy kept going about how toji does it too, so why can't he, and about how cool it is. about how he wants to be able to protect his older sister. it was just impossible for toji to say no.

it's going to be different.

megumi isn't toji and toji isn't his dad. it'll be okay.

and so, he finds a place and buys him his first gi and walks him, hand in hand, to his practice. he would never admit how nervous he was, way more than the boy standing by him, clinging to his side as they both stared at the big training hall. what if the coach is some horrible prick? what if she's some mean old-school lady, who would never be affected by a child's cry?

toji had never been one to worry so much – he wasn't this stuck in his head when he dropped tsumiki off at her first soccer practice either, but the sight of the mats and all the equipment, the sight of kids all sat in front of the trainer just brought up some forced down memories.

oh, and how he hates feeling like this. it's not the first time he's seen mats and training equipment, he goes to a gym almost on a daily basis for fuck's sake, so why does he suddenly feel like that beaten little boy again. why does he feel like—

"dad?"

toji feels this ridiculous fear inside him fade, the feelings that want to bubble up die down in his throat at the sight of big curious eyes and small hands clinging onto the sleeve of his hoodie. his boy. loved and cherished, ready to learn something new. he takes importance over everything.

so, toji clears his throat and gives megumi's hand a squeeze while flashing him his infamous teasing grin to let the boy know that he's there with him. always. "ready?"

an excited nod.

the coach said that toji could stay and watch and that's exactly what he does. sat on the sideline, he observes how gumi sits there on his knees, ears perked up like the trainer before him is telling him the most interesting story in the world. toji cracks a smile.

the trainer is nothing like he feared; not mean, not evil, not cruel but very enthusiastic instead. they're pulling little laughs and giggles from the kids with their antics as they introduce themselves and the sport itself. it's nothing that toji ever went through and he's glad.

he's glad when megumi steals a glance over his shoulder and meets toji's fond gaze. he's glad when he spots that faint smile on megumi's lips.

it will be different.

he's not sitting there because he has to, because he's forced to do so but because he wants to do it. it'll be different because megumi wants to be like his dad, he wants to protect his sister. it'll be different because megumi thinks it's fun, and that it's cool.

it will be different because toji loves him.

+ you can find more of little judoka megumi here!!

[shivroy]

matrimony

[agoraphopia]

Yandere Xiao as an idea devastates me to my very core. I think the self loathing he’d experience would be near debilitating.

There’s the concern for your safety paired with such intense longing he knows he shouldn’t allow to fester. Yet he indulges in checking up on you, in itching that ever present paranoia that whispers imagery of you down dead in a ditch somewhere.

At the end of the day, it’s all excuses and Xiao isn’t oblivious, especially not when his feet are weighed down heavily as he watches over your sleeping form, carefully scrutinising the rise and fall of your chest.

Is that a breath?

…

…That one definitely was, but just in case, let’s watch for another.

…

That next was a bit shallow, perhaps a trick of the eye? He needs to see another to placate the fear of losing you.

It’s a cycle that continually plagues him some nights right into near dawn’s rising.

Staying away eats at him like he were at the mercy of a swarm of locusts that conjure up ill fated deaths that could easily befall mortals such as yourself.

Yet the guilt that manifests whenever he’s nearby is on equal levels of excruciating.

On his own, non Yandere Xiao already deems himself as unworthy of harbouring such inappropriate feelings when he sees himself as little more than a weapon.

In Yandere form? That sentiment is doubled.

However, if you were to be gravelly injured, it’d be enough to incite a knee jerk reaction where you’re locked away in a serenitea teapot of his own he personally attained in that ‘just in case’ fantasy he, in his best efforts, seldom dwelled upon.

Even if you loved him back, I think he’d struggle to believe you. The same can be said for Non Yandere Xiao. Except with Yandere Xiao, he reasons it to be a lie, a method of manipulation you’re attempting at employing. If not, then it’s false, a fake love birthed from pity (something he innately despises, but markedly doesn’t blame you for in the slightest, only himself as always) for his extremities that lead him down such a dark road.

It would take a lot for him to believe otherwise.