#little insecure

[alteredsu]

Current mood?

eepy 😴

[autoboros]

Even more inspiration has hit me. Mimic octopus who mirrors people they like

[i-cant-exist-as-a-real-person]

There’s no way Simon “Ghost” Riley has a full set of teeth. He’s been captured and tortured how many times??

He’s missing an incisor, a caine, and at least three molars

The biggest issue that he comes across is the fact that they’re spread out, all of his missing teeth aren’t on the same side of his mouth

Which normally never interferes with his life except when it comes to eating certain hard foods

The whole reason why he hardly ever eats with the rest of the gang is purely because there’s always some type of meat being served that Ghost has trouble chewing because it hurts

[robotbeetle]

Arise, Bloodpact nation; I bring forth an offering

Though tbh this is not very accurate to the characters. I don’t think Astarion would doubt even for a second if Wyll would reject Halsin or not. I mean it’s Wyll we’re talking about here. However, in my Wyll playthrough; after Halsin’s proposition and asking Astarion for his thoughts, I couldn’t help but pick up a hint of insecurity despite him giving his permission (i rejected Halsin regardless). Thus this comic appeared before me.

On a separate note, id like to shout out my friend who I’ve been slowly converting into a wyllstarion shipper and who also hates halsin

[blondie-drawings]

I recently got a bunch of TNG novels at a charity shop and this passage from the FIRST BOOK is making me feel craaaaazy

[dirtgrubber]

@morningstarwrites just keeps feeding us!

from ch.40 of “Of Saints and Sinners”

[pokeberry5]

*taps mic* : shoujo manga toxic boyfriend steph

bonus double foot in mouth scene:

[windupdollie]

I need an older man to read fairytales to me before bed

[casscainmainly]

The Feelings About Tim Drake Alignment Chart

Cass and Dick versions. Yes I do subscribe to oifaaa's Jason doesn't know Tim's name headcanon. Also, as usual, open to change!

[malcontentonline]

New animatic I thought y’all who’ve followed me recently may enjoy obviously inspired by @ludwigplayingthetrombone and they’re galaxy brain connections and wonderful animatics

[rubydubydoo122]

I’m just gonna say this, the main reason people don’t like Damian Wayne as a character is the same reason people didn’t like Jason Todd back in the 80s

People don’t like either of them because their favorite Robin (Tim Drake and Dick Grayson) got replaced by them.

Damian and Jason are both really interesting and complex character, objectively more complex than both Tim and Dick, but some people (cough, obnoxious Tim fans, cough, and Dick fans who over sexualize him, cough) don’t see that and just want their little blorbos to never grow into their own character apart from Batman.

[cametotheshowinsd]

Midnights by Taylor Swift || October 21, 2022

What keeps you up at night?

This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go for searching. Hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve… we'll meet ourselves.

[kitteecassee]

updated my page with this set today ft a pretty pink plug 🐈💕

[forzathunder]

"I have many fears, most of them about Lucrezia." — Cesare Borgia (The Borgias, 2011-2013) + hints of insecurity

that she adores someone that much / if she will reject his dark nature and act of love and violence as Ursula did / if he truly is not part of her desires / that she easily forgets him

[vaperarmand]

i genuinely can’t believe that lbf has stopped mewing. bullying works ❤️ never forget this.

[nsharks]

preview (again) of part 20 | bleeding blue :-)

The heat dissipates as you land hard.

Dread takes hold of you.

It's Blue— screaming.

You fly up to your feet, spitting dirt from your mouth, and break into a sprint. Ghost is already meters ahead, grabbing the knife from his ankle, inspiring you to do the same. Voices—unintelligible, but unmistakably human—grow clearer with each stride towards the camp. Visitors. Ruthless blood pumps in your ears. If they have dared to hurt her...

Ghost makes it there first. You part through the trees and snap your eyes over the clearing, relieved to see Blue behind the fence. Still draped in an oversized sleep shirt, she juts the tip of one of her dad's rifles through a gap in the fortification, aiming at four intruders. 

"Don't come any closer or I-I will blow your heads off!"

"We're not here to hurt you," one says: grizzled. Calm.

At first glance, they don't appear threatening, but you know better than to make that sort of judgement, your fingers tightening around the handle of your knife as you ready your stance the way Ghost has taught you. Two of them are mounted upon a brown horse—a teenaged boy and a woman some years older than you—with two men flanking their sides, chests swollen in tactical gear and backs mounted with rucksacks.

Their clothes are dirtied but they don't seem helpless. The men are tall and brawny, nearing Ghost in size. The older one, who you figure was speaking to Blue, wears a tattered boon hat and sports a dense, brown beard.

You make a quick sweep of your eyes to detect any weapons and spot the distinctive 'L' of a handgun at the younger one's waist. He hasn't withdrawn it yet, even as their heads slant in your direction, but you don't wait for him to—arching the knife in one swift motion above your head.

Ghost grabs your wrist. 

His stance shifts as he stares back at them. Then, he motions for Blue to lower the gun.

You jerk your wrist free with a quiet hiss. “What are you doing?"

He doesn't spare you as much of a glance and strides brusquely across the dew-lit grass, leaving you there by the tree line. Confusion knots your stomach. He greets the bearded stranger with the gruff utterance of a name: "Price."

He... knows them. The realization hits you, widening your eyes, but you’re too bewildered to move even an inch.

A masculine gesture ensues when Ghost reaches him; a clap to his shoulder, a nod of his head. "Simon."

Simon?

Then, the younger one steps around the horse and you instinctively flinch, half-expecting him to whip out that gun of his, but instead he offers Ghost a tilt of his chin and a worn smile. "Lt."

"Kyle.”

The exchange is perfunctory. You listen from paces away, unsure where your place is in this.

Nervousness has you fiddling with the blade of your knife, needing something to do with your hands. It is difficult to make out their words for a moment, deep voices turned to short murmurs. You glance a sideways look at Blue and find her eyes rounded in curiosity.

The next words you make out are from Price. "This is my wife, Nereida," he says and helps the woman down from the horse. Even from your view, you can tell she is beautiful in a raw, Grecian way. Fatigue paints violet beneath her dark eyes, and her hair is spine-length and black.

The young boy slips down beside her.

"And this one is—"

"My nephew," Kyle says. "Ari."

Now that you're looking closer, the relation between the two is evident, from their dark skin to the smooth bridges of their nose. The boy reaches a hand out to Ghost but it is left ignored. He clears his throat and waves for Blue to come over. She hesitates for only a second before unlocking the gate and darting to his side.

"I'm, um, Blue," she introduces herself, playing with the hem of her shirt over her knees. "Sorry for... threatening to shoot you. I didn't realize you know my dad."

"We're sorry for scaring you," Nereida offers.

Blue scrunches her nose. "I wasn't scared."