#ket tag

[chqnified]

The unnecessary digs from people on the daily lmao and it's almost always on what i wear. Like nobody asked, you look like you blindfolded chose your outfit from primark love.

[koszmarnybudyn]

So this song fits them so very well right?

[weirdponytail]

my copy of the italian huntik novel came in and while I'm enjoying the one paragraph I've translated so far, I cannot help but roll my eyes at the fact that Zhalia is described as 'white as milk' when the woman is clearly asian coded in the show.

[jayninjago]

Jay would not be opposed to murder i think he dreams about killing people and has to remind himself that thats not ok and normal actually

[kame-artist]

[modern-inheritance]

This is your annual reminder that it is MIC canon that underneath his armored coat and knitted sweater and possible old man long sleeves, Brom is almost disturbingly fit, toned and ripped.

This started out as a joke that Brom somehow had washboard abs, but now it’s just fact that Brom kept up his Dragon Rider exercise routine every morning, even when traveling with Eragon and Saphira and later everyone else. He gets up early as fuck. Arya joins him when they travel, though not while running from the Empire because he will not shut up about having to redo her stitches or change sweaty bandages.

But yeah Brom from the neck down is a lean, toned, strength machine. He just never takes his shirt off.

[the-lights-are-on-butnobodyshome]

I'm tired, & It's 5:00 am rn and I'm still awake.

Anyways,, me & @lobotomize-d did this in Skyler's whiteboard

(yes that was me hi lobotomized)

I had fun in Skyler's whiteboard in all honesty, gonna look forward to this again 👍

[quuerbee]

Spoilers for chung jin (my love </3)

One thing that i will never get over is when that gang is bringing back chung jins skeleton, Chung myung makes it a point to travel as fast as possible UNTIL they get to Mount hua. Once they get there he makes everyone slow down and climb the mountain as if it was their first time climbing it again. Chung myung purposely climbs mount hua slow as if his return with Chung Jin is a funeral precession. Honestly to Chung myung, it probably was. Yes, there was a whole ceremony for Chung Jin after they get back to the sect, but I think that this climb was Chung myungs own personal way to say "you're back, you're home." to the sajae he had grown up with and lost.

And god don't get me started on the sunsets. If it's true that it was from Chung myungs influence that Chung jins love for sunsets grew, then I need to be shot. Chung myungs climbs, dedicated and slow, but stops to watch the sunset. He's carrying js sajaes skeleton on his back, and he stops to watch the sunset. He repeats the words spoken to him to his kids, saying that there's not a more beautiful sight than a sunset over mount hua.

And the fact that Chung myung buries Chung Jin on a cliff so he can watch over both the current diciples AND the sunsets?? God it makes me sick. Both of the things held deep in his heart. He is able to watch over both of them, because of Chung myung. Who knew his sajae so throughly that he knew that he'd want to be buried in a place over watching the sect instead of in the traditional ancestral burial grounds. Chung myung, who probably begged and pleased with the elders to bury him there, to negate tradition. The elders, who saw the depths of Chung myungs grief and allowed him to do so. For what is stronger than a brothers love?

[hi-im-secretly-satan]

I was tagged by @godforsakenprospero! This looks like so much fun!!

Shuffle your favourite playlist and create a poll from the first five songs:

Picking my Demons Are A Girl's Best Friend playlist, which is almost my main playlist! Focus lies on satanic metal and/or songs with cool religion references!

To absolutely no one's surprise, over half of the songs are Ghost jfhskfjsjd. Tagging @intothedragonhoard @flikkerij @iwillbringyouruin @bardofvibes @five-by-five!

[chqnified]

I got introduced to stray kids. I like that emo one for sure

[cumulo-stratus]

tag game

thank you to @reidsdaisies and @mandarinmoons for tagging me in this!

rules: post the last sentence you wrote (fanf / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence

Spencer spoke with the biggest puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen.

this is for an upcoming Spencer comfort request, hopefully dropping soon ;)

no pressure tags <3: @convolve, @mayfieldss, @reiding-writing , @hotchfiles , @criminalskies , @greg-montgomery , @egdropsoop , @alovesongtheywrote , @hotchnerbau , @pathologicalreid , @mickisnotclever , and anyone else who wants to join!!!

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

In Jimmy most recent episode, when they're going around the circle and Jimmy is all like 'Aya you're not in a cult,' Scots goes "Yeah, Not anymore."

Scott. Scott smajor. What do you mean not anymore??

[k1ngl30n]

Headcanon: Will was a furry when he was younger

He's too ashamed to admit so that's why he beat up not one but TWO furries when he grew up (or one furry and one scaly if you want to get specific LMAO)

Do you see this vision? His username on DeviantArt was xXGrahamCrackerzzXx; his fursona was called Winston and was a dog. When he saw the actual dog Winston, he named him that because he has a stunning resemblance to his first-ever character. If you want to get even funnier, consider that Winston's dog actor was female -- he DEFINITELY ignored that so that he could have his own real life Winston.

You see it now, don't you? Of course you do. Thank you, I'll see myself out now

[spencestiel-michelle]

I hope to see more dad jokes from you I love them so 💕

I’ll try. Anything for you ☺️💕

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: Cracked Armor (Short) (Extended War Timeline)

(A/N: This devolved into Saphira and Glen quietly squeeing to each other while Eragon and Arya have a camaraderie moment completely oblivious to the possible deeper meaning of Eragon being so understanding of Arya's connection to Fäolin and Arya being so touched by it. It started out as a touching piece where Arya feels vulnerable about Fäolin and Eragon is, as said before, very understanding of it, but I had to run an errand in the middle and we ended up with this badly toned, no one is consistent with previous characterization slop. So take it with a grain of salt.

Also, if you ask Arya if she's superstitious, she'll say no. However, she finds many things the Varden soldiers do to honor their fallen friends a good way to respect the memory of the dead, so she follows some of their traditions. She also wears Fäolin's dogtags on her belt, muffled by magic ofc so they don't jangle around.)

CRACKED ARMOR

Glen looked over when Arya let out a soft curse. “Ah, damn it all.” The familiar sound of an armor release clip clicked into the still dust laden air as the younger elf undid the fastenings at her right forearm. “Fucking Wardbreakers. I can’t fix this out here.” 

The dismay in her tone was enough that Glen leaned over his battlemate’s shoulder to take a look at the damage. The bracer was dented in significantly, enough that a dark bruise was already blossoming up on Arya’s forearm as she lifted the sleeve of her combat suit to check for any bleeding. Cracks shot out from the divot in the mix of spidersilk and aramid weave, all the way down to the interior layers. The thin sheaf of spongy aerated gel peeked through in places, a shimmering, foamy white among blued steel and matte black.

Mentally mapping out the angle of impact, Glenwing racked his brain. He was sure at some point he had–

“Ah!” The medic looked down. A blob of malformed metal was embedded in the abdominal region of his own armor plates. “Was wondering where that ricochet came from.” 

“Are you alright?” That she had asked him was telling, at least in their odd little language. The round must have stung on impact, enough that she was worried it had not slowed enough to prevent him from being harmed. He would have to look at her arm, but for now he was pleased she was moving it without any wincing or restricted range of motion. 

Having made his own assessment, Glen waved away Arya’s increasingly troubled frown. “Barely felt it. Looks like your armor’s the most damaged of all of us.”

Frown eased, the disappointed air returned to Arya’s face. “Yeah. Better the armor than any of us, but…” She trailed off, fingers tracing the damage. 

“You two okay?” Eragon was tugging off his helmet as he approached. He had caught the concern in the voices of his companions and, leaving Saphira in Blödhgarm’s capable hands to finish up the final nicks and scrapes, went to investigate. “Sounds a bit depressed over here.”

Arya held up the damaged bracer. “We took a casualty.” Eragon took the armor piece and let out a low whistle. “Don’t know who the hell fired it, but it was definitely a Wardbreaker.” Her expression soured further, eyes oddly soft despite the obvious annoyance. “I can’t repair it out here. Rhunön’s the only one who can fix something this broken, and who knows when we’ll go back.” 

Eragon passed the bracer back. “You have spares, don’t you?”

The elf shrugged. “For this one in particular, yeah. I guess it’s lucky in that regard.” 

“Oh.” Glen’s voice was muffled as he slid his chestpiece over his head. Once free he gave his currently wild silver mane a good shake to clear his eyes and tilted his head in condolences. “It’s that one.” 

At Eragon’s raised eyebrow, Arya rubbed the back of her neck. “It’s…a good luck charm. It’s not my original bracer.” Glen rolled his eyes and not-too-subtly kicked the side of his battlemate’s foot. “Fine! Fine. It’s Fäolin’s.” An unexpected blush met Eragon’s gaze when he flicked his eyes from the damaged armor back to Arya’s face. “Some…old tradition a buddy of mine taught me. Even if our dead stay dead, they can protect us in a way. I might have taken that literally.” 

To the elf’s surprise, Eragon was smiling at her when she finally looked up. A genuine, gentle smile that lit his face. Shit, why did he suddenly look so much like Fäolin in that moment? Not really, not his appearance, but the feeling he was giving off, that warmth? 

“That’s a wonderful idea.” The Rider touched Arya’s shoulder. “I know I’m not much on the whole repair side of things, but if Rhunön made it, then perhaps her spells from forging Bris–my sword. From forging it could help?” 

Glen didn’t move. This was a moment. Don’t breathe, don’t move, let them have it. He could feel Saphira’s mind hovering at the edge of his, questioning, and he let her in to explain and show what exactly was going on. The pleased amusement that radiated into his thoughts echoed his own, though far less tense in anticipation. 

…These two dorks were fast becoming a fascination for the dragon and medic alike.

“Thank you.” Arya’s hand covered Eragon’s at her shoulder, genuine appreciation thickening her words with emotion. “That…that you offered means a lot. But Rhunön’s armor spells are different from her weapon spells.” 

Ah! Glen could see another hint of blush on both of them now. He shared his internal excitement with Saphira. The equivalent of a draconic high five buffeted his mental form in equal elation.  

“I see. Well, if you do want some help with it, just let me or Saphira know.” Eragon shifted his grip and gave Arya’s hand a quick squeeze before pulling back. “I think Rhunön did pack me some aramid repair tape when she was going through Saphira’s saddlebags. Would that help?”

“Immensely. Thank you!” The gentle squeeze was returned and just like that, the two separated. 

Glen hastily busied himself with unlatching the hidden clasps at his left bicep, a grunt of dismissal all Eragon got for a goodbye. The difficulty wasn’t entirely false, the armor never having been altered to fit over his prosthetic properly, and it provided the perfect cover to hide his smile.

A bit too tight still. Damn it. Okay, now he actually couldn’t–

“Oh, come here.” Arya reached up and seized a handful of his combat suit, giving the stretchy material a firm yank. Glen hit his knees with a whuff of surprise, eye to eye with his friend and giving her a sheepish grin. “If I get you out of this without taking your arm off, then will you tell me what the hell that weird look you were giving me and Eragon was?”

“What look?” He may have sounded the picture of innocence, but the open handed cuff to the side of his head made clear that his face was betraying him yet again. “It was nothing! I just hadn’t realized that you and Eragon had talked so much about Fäolin.” 

Arya rolled her eyes and, with practiced ease, teased the stubborn clip open with a satisfying clatter. “Uh huh. You looked like you had eaten some fermented mango again.” 

“I did not!” A teasing smile had started at the edge of Arya’s lips, her fingers finding the next clasp in the system out of pure habit. At the positive sign Glen lowered his voice. “Okay. I really didn’t know how you two were getting along. Neither of you mention it, but the Bloodoath is almost two years past now. You both seem…better. Even better than before.” 

A softness flitted across his battlemate’s eyes as she lifted away the medic’s bracer. “He’s really grown up. Saphira too. They’ve both matured a lot.”

“Yeah.” 

The silence between them grew until Arya had finally shimmied the armored glove off Glen’s prosthetic. She regarded the final piece with a thoughtful look before turning back to her bestest of friends and, as gently as gently got with Arya, whapped him on the side of the head with it. 

“Stop being so weird about me and Eragon, weirdo! We’re friends! Stop making it weird!”

[spinningspencer]

This took me wayyyyyy too long to understand 😭