#it was a spur of the moment thing

[pinkanonhopes]

ur poem (19). yeah it broke me. it was beautiful😭😭

ohh. thank u honey!! it broke me too a little.

i am 19 and 17 and 15 and everything in between. im also someone else completely. the kitten has friends. the shirts are borrowed. my favourite colour is green again. everything is connected. i will be 22 and 49 and 70 and i will be a wardrobe of memories.

[waywardsalt]

wrote a really quick short phantom hourglass… drabble? it’s mostly unedited and generally alludes to some dark stuff

Linebeck’s hands shook while Link talked quietly and cheerily with Ciela. They were on the crate; they were always on the crate. Link was nursing a new bruise but was otherwise unharmed and unbothered after that brief… encounter.

Linebeck was totally unharmed during it all, safe sitting in that box the boy now sat on. He was untouched- he always was, barring that first run-in- but his heart hammered in his chest and his hands shook and the scar on his neck itched and everything itched-

Linebeck pulled back from the wheel a moment and all within a second every little memory flooded in. Link and Ciela were so casual over on that little crate, hanging out with Leaf and Neri, joking about him and his fear and what he must’ve done to piss off J-

Linebeck slammed his hands into the steering wheel, causing the ship to jerk to the side. Ignoring the startled shouts from the fairies, he stumbled over and tugged at levers and shut the engine off, barely taking a moment to make sure everything was good to go. Part of him was perfectly certain that he knew what he was doing, it was his ship and he knew how it worked from top to bottom. Otherwise, he needed to get the hell out of there. 

He turned and started to the other side of the engine room. To the stairs that led down into the storage and where from there was the door into the small bathroom with the shower where he could clean himself off and-

Link’s hand closed around his wrist. The boy’s hand was small and firm and lacking malicious intent but none of it registered in Linebeck’s mind. He felt a hand that intended to force him back and make things worse. 

Linebeck tore his wrist away from the hand and before he even took the time to think, shouted, “DON’T TOUCH ME!”

He staggered back a few steps, shaking violently. He stared down at Link, who looked paler than usual, leaning away from him. Linebeck opened his mouth, intending to say something, but nothing came out as everything felt even worse than before. 

Ciela, mercifully, was silent. Link, however, quietly asked, “What’s wrong?”

A feeling like a sheet of ice seemed to coat the inside of Linebeck’s chest. The best he could manage was a weak and accidental shake of his head. “I need to take a shower,” he croaked. 

He turned and hurried down the stairs. Neither Link nor the fairies followed him.

[bloodibambiidoll]

I fucking hate my hair and I am having the worst time finding pink hair pfps that fit my vibe. I literally can’t wait for next weekend so I can go back to blonde I haaate it.

[alleesaur]

palette

[wheatormeat]

aa dump

[ghostbsuter]

"Quick!" A- a girl? Wraps their arm around Steph's own, dragging her close and shielding their own face. Their eyebrows are knitted together, they're biting their lip.

"Pretend we're out together please– there are some creepy people following me for some time."

Steph's eyes narrow, she scoots closer, practically glueing herself to the strangers side and smiling brightly.

"Gosh," she starts, then lowers her voice, "what should I call you?"

They fumble for a moment too long, and Steph takes a leap of faith.

The blond grins. "It's been so long since we met up again, isn't it, Beatrice!"

The stranger plays along, giggling behind their hand. "I'm sorry, you know I've been terribly busy," they raise an eyebrow at steph, asking for her name silently.

"Agnes," she whispers, and they repeat. "Agnes! My cats have been missing you too, you should come over more."

"I will, I will," Steph promises, peering behind her to watch out, and just like her new friend warned her, there were some weirdos in white lab coats and some in suits walking around, searching.

"Thank you." 'Beatrice' whispers as they walk around a building, leaving the place in the dust.

"No problem." Steph replies with a smile.

They separate once far enough, and 'beatrice' fiddles with something before handing it to her.

"My number," 'beatrice' explains at the bewildered look. "You're pretty cool, I thought– maybe you'd like to stay in contact?"

"Yes!" She jumps at the opportunity, taking the number with care and getting out her phone.

"My name is Danny, He/him." they speak in low tones, steph following right by their side as they continue.

"Steph, She/Her." She shoots him a quick wink before sending a text and hearing the sound of Danny's notification ping.

"I gotta go now. It was really nice to meet you, steph."

"A joy for me as well."

[kandidandi]

[thatneoncrisis]

harrows a sped kid but gideon is a girl who should by all accounts at LEAST have a 504 plan but all adults dismiss her as merely combative and disruptive, at Best theyll throw in a "not utilizing her potential to the fullest." multiple teachers have vaguely alluded to her having ODD rather than think for a second about why she might be acting like that

[railway-lands]

it might not stick around though I don't know how to feel about this

HIII I changed my url! previously sodiumvaporss

[mipexch]

can you see me?

[soulmvtes]

it's so crazy that we live through times or look a certain way during a time and it's only in hindsight that we can appreciate it

[mxtxfanatic]

The common thread tying together how mxtx treats all her well-rounded character across all her works is that a character's past is as real as their actions. That means that a character's tragic past is a key part of their character and should be considered while analyzing them. It also means that their actions are also their own and must be considered when analyzing them. One does not negate the other. The trauma that a character experiences in the narrative is not erased by their shitty actions, but those experiences also don't redeem their immoral behavior. Everyone must live with the consequences of their chosen actions, regardless of what drove them to make those choices. That is the lesson.

[rillils]

🌸 wakanda stucky + rich

His mother was the first to warn him, back when Steve was knee-high to a grasshopper: sometimes, things simply don’t go the way you had planned them, or wanted them to go.

If he could have had it his way, he would have laid the world’s weight in gold on Bucky’s lap. But life has a wicked sense of humor, and so Steve comes to him just as he once was: with no home, no shield, nor a penny to his name. In fact, with nothing but the name itself, and a bad reputation attached to it.

Bucky has seen him like this before, Steve knows; it’s no more and no less than Steve had for most of their lives. He won’t scorn Steve for it.

This doesn’t stop Steve’s hands from shaking when he sits with Bucky by the hearth, late in the afternoon, with dirt from the garden under his fingernails, and the smallest of three tabby kittens waging a vicious war against the toe of his boot.

“The truth is,” he confesses softly, because after all he’s done, after all he’s seen in this ever fickle world of theirs, he’d rather swallow his pride now than waste another day waiting for the right time, and risk missing his chance all over again. “I’ve got nothing to offer you. Except for. Except for myself.”

Surprisingly, Bucky laughs. It’s not scornful, though: it’s a soft, a tender sound.

He sets his mending aside, and slips his hands into Steve’s own.

The palm of his flesh hand is rough and warm, and against his skin, Steve feels the calloused fingers of a man who’s been tending to soil and cattle day after day; a man who’s been spending his evenings whittling clumsily shaped animal figurines for the neighbors’ children out of scraps of firewood, just to watch them laugh in shrill delight at his misshapen dogs, at the oddly rectangular horse he attempted last week, and the chunky little block that was supposed to be a cat, but turned out bearing a remarkable resemblance to a piglet instead.

“You think that’s nothing,” Bucky rumbles, rubbing gentle circles on Steve’s knuckle with the pad of his thumb, “but it’s everything to me.” He finds Steve’s eyes, love written openly in each crease and dimple of his features, and the heart of the heart beating in Steve’s chest clenches with the sweetest pain of all. “You’re everything to me.”

The world, Steve wishes he had enough voice to whisper now, The whole world, the sun, the stars, I’d give it all to you.

He curls his fingers around Bucky’s, slipping to the edge of his seat to rest their foreheads together.

Here he was thinking his hands were empty, and yet – they’ve never felt so full before.

[the-ninjago-historian]

Okay, so I had this super VIVID idea for how Garmadon could move on all fours, without his extra arms getting in the way.

So despite my subpar Garmadon drawing skills, I took a crack at drawing it. Basically, he tucks his lesser arms underneath himself and he's able to move around like this. Sorry if it's not super clear. I'm gonna try drawing more of the concept when I can.

[sealrock]

even when the world has changed, its beauties remain the same.

[ani-craft]

"Martyn is loyal" this and "Martyn isn't loyal" that

Loyal or not, this man loves. No matter what he might say. Calls himself selfish, or a wanderer, or a wildcard, or whatever else he'll readily claim to seem unanchored. And sure, he is highly driven by self-interest, that is undeniable especially after Lim Life's ending. Yet every season he gets attached to people, finds a fondness in someone. To Scott, to Cleo, to the Southlands (especially Mumbo), to Ren--and to an extent he is loyal, or devoted, or whatever other word you want to use for it. As loyal as he can be up until he can't be anymore. Looks at every alliance with the idea that they'll make it to the finale together, even if what happens after is unsavory. He knows too much for his own good, knows that every life will end as him versus everyone he's allied with. It's inevitable, given the nature of his lore and his role in the grand scheme of things. It's an always present truth that backs every plan he has. An audience is Watching, and we need a grand finale, after all.

But until then:

"That's it, they're dead."

"I'm more than happy for you to link back up with me, and we can be real proper soulmates."

"You said, 'You and your allies will see the end.' You said I could bring them all!"

"I'm with you. This is us, now. This is us."