#it’s 2am but I’m thinking about it.

[wordstome]

SOMETIMES YOU JUST NEED A BIG TALL GUY WHO GOES “!!! 😳” WHEN YOU FLIRT WITH HIM OKAY. SORRY FOR HAVING GOOD TASTE!!!!!!

[briefhottubcoffee]

I think Twilight/Loid Forger (or whatever his birth name is) is a huge romantic. I think he truly believes in love, true undying love, soul mates, family, permanence, etc. he’s just convinced himself that he isn’t capable of love or doesn’t need love because, sadly, he believes he doesn’t deserve all those things. He can’t be happy, he can’t be at peace. He has to work endlessly to save the world. He’s punishing himself by denying himself true love, happiness, and permanence (he really, really wants these things)

So what’s happening in the story is, he finds Anya and feels himself loving her and being her father, and he loves it, he loves being her dad. But he can’t have a daughter, he needs to create world peace. So he pushes back and fights against all these happy feelings.

And with Yor it’s even worse. He could be falling in love with her, true love, and he’s blown off his feet. I don’t think he’s ignorant or oblivious to what he’s feeling for her at all. Like we laugh at him and make fun of him because he’s an obtuse, oblivious spyman. But he’s actually well aware that it’s love, but he’s denying himself. Because he believes being in love with his wife, and raising a daughter with her, and being happy together forever is the most wonderful, precious thing in the world. And it’s not something he is allowed to have.

(I think if anyone is confused and oblivious about what they’re feeling and what it means, it’s actually Yor. Her feelings are more obvious to us, the audience, because she’s allowing herself to feel openly. But she is just now coming to understand that she’s falling in love.)

Like, Twilight secretly loves romantic movies and books and stuff but all along he’s thinking “Oh I’ll never feel this ‘true love’ thing they’re talking about, ima SPY.” But then he meets Yor and it’s an immediate kick in the gut, fly off a cliff, swooning music when she walks in the room, I finally belong somewhere feeling. And in the story right now we’re seeing him go through the “Oh fuck no there’s no way this can’t be happening I can’t love her I’m supposed to love spying and the shadows and being alone forever”

I mean come on, this guy right here loves romance. He loves dates with his wife. He loves love. He is trying to create a world where children don’t cry and the world is at peace and everyone is happy and in love. Except himself. He’s the sacrifice.

This right here is Twilight indulging himself. Feeling that true love feeling and relishing in it, like soaking in the sun. But then he takes two giant steps back and distances himself from her, and shuts himself off from his family. They all suffer because of it. It’s like he’s torturing himself and unknowingly hurting her in the process.

I think what needs to happen in the story eventually is his acceptance. He’s in love with her, he loves his daughter. He’s allowed to keep them and openly love them forever. He deserves it.

[theythemmer]

phinktober day 10: sister daniel and father philip 🙏🏻

[squaredbean]

Do you think. That once Fit gets back and Pac is more than overjoyed to see him, that Pac just has to say it. He doesn’t care if Fit isn’t ready to hear it; if Pac doesn’t tell him that he loves him and Fit disappears again he’ll never be able to live with himself knowing that Fit never heard those words come out of his mouth in any language. Do you think he’s sobbing as he says it, switching almost incomprehensibly through languages but his tone and body language is clear to Fit because he has the exact same thing on his mind. They understand each other and they’re both just crying but it’s so clear and they feel awful and terrible but so, so loved. And Fit tries to tell Pac about all the horrors he faced from Madagio and how fucked up he is and Pac just doesn’t care because He Loves Him No Matter What. Pac feels for him because he knows part of what he’s been through and he knows that both of them have done fucked up shit But He Loves Him Anyway.

I’m pushing them together like two beat up action figures

[cyncerity]

Karlnapity doodles??? 🥺 The bbs <3

YES YES YES MY BOYS MY BOYSSSS

TY SQUISHY I WILL TAKE ANY AND EVERY EXCUSE TO BE ABLE TO DRAW THESE THREE THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME

ok so i kinda went crazy here cause it’s almost 2 am and i said “hey there’s an idea i’ve had for going on 3 years that i keep saying i’ll animate and never do.” so i finally did.

this is for a very very old au, it’s actually the first au on this blog and has 1 story; which is karlnapity. I won’t go into all the lore and stuff but i’ll link that story here for those of you who weren’t here in 2021, it’s how they ended up together in this au <3. Basis is Sapnap is a human, Quackity is an avian, and Karl is an Ermine hybrid borrower.

[barkilphedros-hat]

What if I said Paul and Emma were Orpheus and Eurydice coded BUT Pokey and Paul were Hades and Persephone? Hmm? What then??

[pettson]

joel missing tess in jackson.

joel learning how to live alone without his partner for the first time in almost 20 years.

joel sleeping alone in a bed for the first time in almost 20 years.

joel still sleeping on his side of the bed even though the space next to him is empty.

joel talking to her when he’s alone in his house.

joel sitting on his porch plucking on his guitar and playing her favourite song and it almost feels like she’s there in the chair next to him.

joel at a dance absolutely not dancing, imagining how tess would’ve dragged him up on the dance floor

joel missing tess in jackson ;_;

[lunalikestowriteanddraw]

So it’s like 2am, and I did that thing where you absolutely have to google something right as you’re falling asleep, and I wanted to know if bugbears have tails or not (bc I like to envision Torbek with a small little tail that’s hidden under the coat) and like. Why are people so pressed about whether or not a random race should or shouldn’t have a tail? Like, it’s literally just a flavor thing, what’s the big deal?

[anidealistatbestburntoutatworst]

it doesn’t matter what they’re doing… they’re guaranteed to serve… and i mean more than whatever attempt of a meal that’s in henrique’s hand…

[sweetaspiesammy]

I still can’t believe tom said “id castrate you and marry you in a heartbeat” and then DID

[crossbackpoke-check]

the deweys photos are from this video: https://youtu.be/5xTwJho44ao?si=bPw8MZZ327lCogVZ aren’t they just everything

kissing you and the minnesota wild official media team (with consent) full on the mouth, THANK YOU THIS VIDEO IS EVERYTHING 🥰🥰 i have seen pieces of it before i think (connor petting a shark 🥹) but the entire video start to finish is such a delight, 10/10 would recommend

[secretkeeper13]

Day 17: Spring

Written for @hinnymicrofic

I couldn’t sleep and decided to try to write another microfic (I’ve really been enjoying reading everyone’s fics)! This prompt was probably intended to refer to the season, but my sleep deprived brain had other ideas

She notices it in their first weeks together. Somewhere in between the long walks, the fireside chats in the common room when she’s supposed to be studying, and, of course, the snogging.

Harry is different.

For most of the time she’s known him— truly known him, her embarrassing crush years aside— Harry has been on edge.

She’d noticed it, because she couldn’t help but notice everything when it came to Harry.

She’d seen the visible tension in his jaw. The way his shoulders tightened and knuckles whitened when Hermione mentioned the news in the Prophet. The thin line of his lips, pressed together for hours as they sat at Ron’s bedside, obsessively trying to determine who’d want to poison her brother.

Like the spring in the old clock in her dad’s shed. Tightly wound, ready to release at the slightest trigger.

But from the moment his lips meet hers in the common room, something changes.

He’s smiling. All the time. A genuine smile, the one that reveals a dimple in his right cheek and makes his eyes shine a deep, verdant green. She hadn’t seen that smile that much since the summer at the Burrow, and even then, there were twinges of melancholy, the wound from Sirius’ death still raw and new.

There’s a lightness to him now. Joking and teasing and banter had always been easy between them, but now, it’s effortless. And she loves it—waiting as he sets up the joke, delivering the punchline, hearing Harry’s laugh, rich and genuine.

He’s affectionate. It’s hard to believe, given how she’d watched him, awkward and stiff whenever Hermione or her mum tried to give him a hug. But with her, he reaches out and takes her hand, and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss her, even when Ron’s around.

And when Ron isn’t around, well— it’s better than she imagined. And of course, she’d imagined it. A lot.

The two of them, lying together on his cloak, the late afternoon sunlight dappled through the leaves of the secluded copse of trees. Just as they are now.

The sound of waves gently laps on the lake shore in the distance. Her head rests against Harry’s chest. His hand splays on her hip, painting slow patterns over her skirt that make heat pool in her belly with every pass.

She nestles into his side, one of her legs entwining with his. His chest rises and then falls with his exhale, slow and deep.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asks, breaking the silence.

He chuckles, the rumble low against her ear.

She tilts her head up to look at him. His eyes are closed, and his expression is soft, his jaw slack.

“I think you know exactly how much I’m enjoying myself.”

“Hmmm.” She skims her hand across the planes of his chest. “You mean that wasn’t your wand in your pocket just now?”

He laughs. There it is, she thinks.

His eyes open, lush and green like the leaves on the trees around them. His hand moves from her hip to the ends of her hair, before coming to rest on hers.

“I am, though,” he says, his voice soft, body unspooled beside her. ��Happy, I mean.” He pauses, taking a breath. “With you.”

A fierce swell of affection rises up. She might melt right there onto the forest floor, a puddle amongst the fallen leaves.

She brings his hand to her mouth and brushes her lips across his fingers. “Me too,” she murmurs.

The final coil loosens. His body relaxes underneath hers.

His hand cups her jaw, then his lips meet hers, and she stops thinking.

[mooon-beann]

Dude I love Sayian tails so much.

Like I was scrolling earlier and found this particular gif of Raditz and AHHH the way it swishes around is so satisfying??! I love it. ✨

[uncouthseaslug]

“NRC should’ve won the contest” no but they’re the VILLAIN school that’s the whole POINT is that they DON’T WIN and yes it sucks because they’re the protagonists here but the fact that they’re all kind of awful is the POINT they are not SUPPOSED to win

“Rook shouldn’t have voted for RSA” he’s the HUNTSMAN from SNOW WHITE who BETRAYS THE EVIL QUEEN that is what HAPPENS in Snow White which is what this WHOLE CHAPTER IS BASED ON

[runawaymun]

Reading Hunger Games and tbh sometimes I wonder if people in the Capitol actually Look Like That, or if that’s just how it feels to Katniss