#let’s bring that back

[bittervoids]

now i’m blocked, men used to go to WAR.

[gendervapor14]

constantly bamboozled that there are people out there who have good relationships with their parents and siblings. i guess i was chosen to have Bad Family™ so i could write better family-related angst

when life hands you lemons

[tinybunbunn]

Big ol monkey sketch dump!! Playing around with how I wanna draw them and making them WAY too sappy goodness gracious

[notaplaceofhonour]

Not At Odds

Ceasefire Now + Bring Them Home Now

Jewish & Palestinian safety & freedom are not at odds with each other; they are interconnected. These things can must coexist.

[toytle]

in celebration of the new season, here’s some arcane art. from yrs ago.. that i’ll never finish…

[estebunny]

0.87 fps (f*cks per second) 2021 grid

via Netflix UK & Ireland X

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “things to say after kissing” prompts

“Well… Kiss me more?”

“You taste like my new addiction.”

“I liked that. A lot.”

“Never again—”

“…Wow.” 

“That was bad, wasn’t it?” 

“I could kiss you forever.” (Forever ingrained in my brain fOR REALLL)

“That was really wet and unenjoyable.”

“Can you not stick your tongue in my mouth like that again? Damn.” 

“Consider me madly in love. With the kisses, not you.”

“That just woke something up in me.” 

“Yeah, so like… What the fuck?”

“I’m calling the cops on you for that terrible shit you put me through.” 

“That felt like my first kiss. Sloppy and weird and just not it.”

“Has anyone told you you’re quite amazing at this?”

“You said this was your first time kissing! You’re either a fucking liar or you’re a natural at this.” 

“I made the wrong decision.”

“O… Kay. So should we dissect that? What are we feeling right now?”

“That wasn’t in my itinerary today.”

“I mean, I could do with some more of that.”

“Just shut me up by kissing me from now on, won’t you?”

“Fucking come back here right now.”

“That felt like a crime against humanity.”

“Was that supposed to happen?” 

“You’re the only one I’m gonna wanna kiss from now on.” 

[dreaming-tonite]

The Necessity of Old-School Dating

— A relationship should start with flowers and a proper confession.

A/N: I just finished x-men 97 and my crush on Kurt when I was like 15 came back in full force. Like, you cannot tell me this man would not go to lengths trying to charm you.

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x reader

Warning: (1) German pet name in the feminine form that hopefully will not ruin this for any German speakers

Word count: ~1.5k

When Kurt Wagner was in love with you, the entire world would know.

He had a lot of love to give, knocking people off their feet (quite literally) when he made his sudden appearances and tackled his friends with full-body hugs. But with you, he was always more careful. While he made no hesitation in finding his way to you in a puff of purple smoke the second he saw you, he always landed just a step away from you.

He grinned ear to ear, glowing eyes curled into thin moons just at the sight of you. His body leaned towards you slightly, aching to be close to you but restraining himself until you reached out for him first. The heat radiating off his body tempted you to close your eyes and allow your mind to sink into his embrace when he immediately pulled you in after getting the go-ahead.

“It is good to see you.” His voice was soft in your ear, the vibrations from his chest seeping into your skin.

He made sure to tell you that every time, even though he must be aware that you already knew how often he told you that. But to him, it was important that you hear it from him.

Kurt never pulls away until you do and the lingering of his touch on your back when he does always leaves your skin tingling.

A true gentleman but with a trickster’s spirit nonetheless. Your back bumped into his anticipating tail, respectfully curved around your form. You gasped when it presented you with a bunch of flowers that he seemingly pulled out of nowhere, the end of his tail holding at the stems.

“Oh, you really shouldn’t have,” you sheepishly said, “today is not even anything special!”

“I like that they make you happy,” he mused, his gaze so soft that it made your face burn, “is that not enough of a reason?”

“They make me very happy,” you smiled and took the bouquet, his tail gently recoiling from behind you to sit neatly against its owner. You pressed the flowers against your chest, the faint scent of petals tucking at your senses, “Thank you, Kurt.”

You did not remember a moment when your room was void of flowers since the very first time he ever gave you any (in fact, you did not even have a vase before that and now it was reserved specifically for flowers he brought you). Some days it was a properly wrapped bouquet, some times it seemed he just saw a daisy on his way and plucked it when he thought of you.

It was a fluttering feeling to be treated special, to have someone show you that you were always on their mind. As much as it was a sweet gesture, it sure was a smart one too. Flowers sitting at the corner of your room reminded you of him whenever your gaze flickered towards them, and it brought a smile to your face whether you intended to or not.

("That brother of mine sure got you smitten for him, doesn't he?"

The sugar-sweet voice broke you out of your trance and you subconsciously stopped toying with the daffodil you had been twirling between your fingers. "I have no idea what you are talking about," you quipped, avoiding Anna-Marie's amused stare.

"Why, is that so?" she crossed her arms in front of her chest in fake thoughtfulness before it broke into a smirk, "Then care to explain what is so special about some little flower that it got you smiling like a fool?"

Your eyes went wide, the smile on your face that you weren't even aware was there dropping in an instant as the realisation hit you in full force.

"Sugar," she said, a loop-sided grin tucked at the corner of her lips, "I know the look of someone in love when I see one.")

They said that if their heart was in the right place then you would never doubt, and he made sure that his intentions were clear from the very moment you caught his eye.

He remembered things you said in passing, asked you to go out for dinners and subtly took note of items your eyes lingered on when you passed by store windows even before there was a proper label to your connection.

Kurt always managed to find excuses to take the long route when he walked with you back to the school. Sure, he could, and usually would, skip the unnecessary process of walking. But the minutes that were saved would be a waste of precious time he could spend with you.

The world was quiet and all was good in these rare moments when you were alone, talking about nothing and everything and all that fell between. He fell a little bit more in love every time you laughed as if his heart was not already threatening to burst out of his chest. He preened in moments like this, standing a little taller and a little closer to you until your shoulders nearly bumped with each slow stride.

And if the knuckle of your fingers happened to brush against his, then he would allow himself to be a bit bold under the disguise of the starry sky to hold your hand.

Kurt was a true believer in the importance of proper courting, putting in the effort and letting the effort be felt. But as much as he enjoyed the tip-toeing and the words that were left unsaid, there came moments when the passion was too much to bear.

It was a night much like any other. You had thought that things were going well, there was laughter and he was being his usual charming self until the two of you started heading back. Under the silver moonlight, he was... quiet. Your gaze flickered towards him in concern but seemingly, he was too deep in his thoughts to notice.

So instead of speaking, you reached for his hand and his walls came crumbling down.

"I wanted to take things slow so that you could consider if my affections, my— my love is worthy for you." He blurted out, accent thicker than usual in a moment of vulnerability. "But recently, I have been plagued by my own selfishness, that the more you have allowed me in your life, the more I crave to have you all to myself."

"Ah, entschuldige, I am rambling," he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling and guiding your hand so that he faced you properly. You reached out to hold his face and he leaned into the touch, sighing in content at the contact and all the more certain that close could never be close enough when it came to you.

"I like to think that any relationship, any romance, should start with flowers and a proper confession, and you deserve nothing less." he paused, his hand reaching up to hold yours firmly. "My heart is in your hands, mein liebe."

Time stopped, and all was still.

The thudding of your heart was the only thing in your ear as he waited for your answer with bated breath.

The first touch was so light he could barely feel it. Your body reacted before your mind could keep up and at the first brush of your cupid's bow against his lips, perhaps the bravest thing you had ever done even though you had been on literal battlefields, your reason immediately got ahold of the better of you. But before you could start to pull away, doubt and logic melted into a puddle when he crashed into you, strong arms holding you firmly as he returned the kiss with one much deeper than the one before.

He kissed you again, and again, getting light-headed when you pressed your palm flat against his chest and kissed him back every single time.

You gasped when you suddenly felt the ground disappearing from under your feet, purple smoke blurring your vision and your feet stumbling when gravity weighted you down once more. Kurt didn't seem to notice it at all, too drunk in having your body flushed against his.

Bamf, bamf, bamf. You nearly stumbled when you landed one last time, his hand finding its way to hold you by the small of your back before you could fall.

He was out of breath and if you could see under the blue fur of his cheeks you were sure he must be blushing like mad. Still heaving, he pressed his forehead against yours.

"Forgive me, I lost control of myself," he closed his eyes, the tip of his nose touching yours, "you have no idea how happy you make me."

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you decided that a proper confession deserved a proper answer.

"I love you," you said, "it would be a blessing to call you mine."

He chuckled before leaning in once more, this time soft and tender.

"And me, yours."

[piss-stained-jorts]

"i wanna see something other than the same edgy horror stuff when a beloved character becomes public domai-"

FUCKING MAKE IT, THEN.

the literal only difference between you and those horror directors who took mickey and winnie the pooh and made them into the horror you hate so much is that they made something and you didn't.

MAKE the romcom. MAKE the deep and existential meta horror you want to see. MAKE something cozy and child friendly. MAKE MAKE MAKE MAKE MAKE

don't just sit there and bemoan the things you don't want to see! MAKE THE THINGS YOU DO WANT TO SEE. BECAUSE NOW WE CAN MAKE ANYTHING. THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT!

YOU DON'T NEED PERMISSION. YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SOMETHING FIRST. JUST MAKE WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE.

YOU CAN'T STOP AN ARTIST FROM TAKING A CHILD FRIENDLY THING AND MAKING IT INTO HORROR. THE LITERAL ONLY PERSON YOU CAN STOP, AND ARE STOPPING, IS YOURSELF.

DON'T FUCKING WAIT FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO MAKE IT FOR YOU. PICK UP A DAMNED PENCIL/KEYBOARD/WHATEVER AND MAKE THAT THING YOU WANT TO SEE, GOD DAMMIT!!!

[elfcollector]

DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS (2009) — developed by bioware.

[just-null]

Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

Mentioning an unfamiliar name

yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.

[cloverandstuff]

Okay, so here are my thoughts on Till's death;

Based on Vivinos's track record, it does make sense. But in the narrative sense of the story, it doesn't.

I loved the episode, the song went hard and the lyrics were the vibe of a rescue mission, where everything is coming down to this last moment.

But Till died. And that kinda upsets me, because of the way his arc was going.

With Sua and Ivan, they always intented to die for their loved ones. They kept this idea secret, and revealed it on stage, but it was always there. And even if it was tragic, it made sense with how their arcs were going.

However, with Till, this wasn't the case. We were seeing him being put through the wringer time and again, and it was always so painful to watch. He was hurt in every way they could think of, while keeping him alive and able to participate.

Then, his FINAL was him being drugged and used as bait for the sake of luring Hyuna and Mizi (which Hyuna probably knew) and getting triggered by the memory of Ivan's death, while still desperately fighting to win, AKA stay alive.

This is all before he catches sight of Mizi and makes a run towards her. He reaches out to her, and so does she. And then...

...he dies.

Well, not so soon. He lays in Mizi's lap, and gets to look up at her, making a sorry attempt at comforting her while also in disbelief at her presence, before he died.

It's a cute scene, and on its own, it makes sense. Its a good video on its own. But put together with what we see in Round 6, it doesn't feel fair to him at all. Like, he deserved something more than that.

(Especially after Round 6, where Ivan died trying to keep Till alive. His death was poetic and tragic and still human. So it just felt like a slap to the face when Till dies the next Round, espdcially when its hinted that the FINAL took places only hours after Round 6.)

Which is why, I think he's still alive.

This death is far more different than the others, where the bodies are very much out of the reach of the rebellion.

He did collapse, yes. And also see blood from his neck. But this time, we also have various reasons why he could be alive;

1. He was clearly drugged and already bleeding from the nose due to this, barely able to stand up.

2. The aliens used him as bait, and while they succeeded, its possible they would want to use him again.

3. His Guardian is alot more possessive of Till, and as disgusting as that is, it also could lead to him having control over Till being bait, and therefore keeping him alive.

4. Like i explained before: it makes no narrative sense with the way Till's arc seemed to be going.

[casualavocados]

Learn from who? Learn from you?

Chen Bowen as CHEN YI & Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[ringosmistress]

[nicolloyd]

some post crystallized lloyd and rumi..

they make me sick to my stomach