#look ma i did it

[bluecopihue]

I may have a problem hfjskfkakflsmflsl

I got the Top 4.47% on this English Vocabulary test

[scoops404]

If I wanna avoid spoilers should I mute that tag?

Yes! Though I'm pretty good about not answering too spoilery of asks until after the whole thing is done

if i forget to tag, just come nicely tell me. I'm not super great about consistently tagging

[tides-of-clarity]

100 followes yay

[steddie-island]

Munson & Son

Rating: E | WC: 2,523 | Tags: Miscommunication, meet-awkward, accidental clothes theft, modern AU, no upside-down AU, getting together For full fic and complete list of tags see ao3! | Divider credit

“Mornin’. I’m Wayne Munson, this is my nephew, Eddie. We got a call about some plumbing issues?”

Steve had been expecting someone like Wayne Munson– older, slightly balding, with the scent of tobacco following after him– when he opened his door that fateful Wednesday morning. What he hadn’t been expecting, however, was Eddie. Eddie, with his tattoos and the silver hoop– was that a goddamn tentacle?-- that hung from his septum. Eddie, with the curls that escaped from his bun to frame his face and those chocolate brown eyes Steve could feel himself melting in already. Pink lips curved into a smirk, showing off a deep dimple and god, Steve was in love. “Son? You were expecting us, weren’t you?” It took a moment for Steve to register that Wayne had been talking to him. “I’m sorry, what? Oh– yeah! Yeah, yes, I’ve been expecting you.” He stepped back to let the two men in. Eddie’s eyes flicked to his outfit and that smirk grew even wider.

Normally Steve would have been proud, but today his outfit was a pair of basketball shorts and the ridiculous tank top that Robin had gotten him as a gag gift– the goddamn thing was bright purple, and bore the phrase I hope your day is as nice as my ass across it in curly pink script. 

Oh yeah, he was already mentally adding another tally to the you suck side of Robin’s whiteboard. 

Steve shook his head, cleared his throat, tried to keep it together, dingus as he led the two men through the apartment, to the bathroom that was in desperate need of new pipes. As Wayne stepped inside to assess the damage, Steve found his eyes skating over Eddie again. Black ink curled up his neck from beneath the collar of his shirt. One of them curled up so far the end of it was behind Eddie’s ear and disappeared into his hair. He turned around and tried to listen to Wayne explain exactly what needed to be done, before he could start picturing exactly where else Eddie was all inked up.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Obviously we have to wait for the video to know the story, but for anyone who’s studied any kind of social history/psychology/sociology/etc. And knows a little about the diagnosis of hysteria, Victorian mores, the use of lobotomies/shock therapy/etc to treat women who failed to live up to patriarchal ideals and the minimizing of women’s physical and mental health issues historically in the medical and psychiatric fields plus the old Hollywood of it all… the imagery is Telling The Story. I am fucking SEATED.

[essektheylyss]

baby, detonate for me

Rating: M Relationships: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast Characters: Essek Thelyss, Caleb Widogast, Jester Lavorre

Additional Tags: c3e121 spoilers, Panic Attacks, Attempted Self-Sabotage

Summary:

Essek goes home, and considers never coming home again.

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP2 | Murder on the Dancefloor

This is just Firstkhao throwing moves as they would whilst drunk at karaoke. Convince me otherwise.

[elviradreaminess]

Marinette on Zoom class 💕

A cute and funny illustration of Marinette crushing over Adrien during a Zoom class!

I made this quick drawing at the beginning of the pandemic when online classes were such a common thing for everyone, so this idea came up right away back then.

[violent138]

I love the idea that Martha just knew somehow that Clark was an alien (don't give me a well duh he arrived in a spaceship you coconut because I read this one comic where Jonathan genuinely spins out at the realisation). I feel like Martha spent hours gathering evidence and Jonathan was like, babe I love you but would you fucking stop? He's not got attenae or anything can we just be pleased about our miracle kid. And then Clark gets powers and Martha whispers about her little conspiracy again and Jonathan whispers back this is not proof he's an alien! He's just like that!

Martha does classic exorcism movie shit like attend university lectures on extraterrestrial life and grill the professor on the chances of it and what if it looks like us, et cetera and share her notes and brochures with a highly bemused Jon who tells her instead about how Clark helped the vet they called over.

And then they get solid evidence and Martha is vindicated and Jonathan is floored. Because alien was so wacky he'd never seriously considered it amongst his chief hypotheses (misplaced lab experiment, standard miracle baby).

[sparklepocalypse]

The insanely talented @marz-rm created some absolutely gorgeous coloring sheets for Patreon subscribers before Christmas, which means I got the chance to color! Not posting the original per the artist’s wishes, but this was entirely too fun to do (once I knew what heck I was doing in Procreate).

[charmac]

I do not think I'll ever get over how heavy handed the Inflates set decor was

[constantlytired101]

I genuinely can’t enjoy S2 music cause I immediately remember their context and it ruins the mood

[whoisnotmyname]

Ursa Hawke and Isabela on the red carpet for @storybookhawke 's da met gala !

They used the evening to see who could get the closest to lingerie while still be on theme. Clearly they took too long deciding who was the horniest won and missed the gala

[prismaticpichu]

I’m looking at YOU, awesome fandom!

Thx for giving this bullet hole-riddled game so much lore and love <33

[mispatchedgreens]

more of xu da's internet activity, placed thoughtfully (to me) in the reincarnated band au, featuring the most beautiful woman alive, one bug person crouched on the rooftop of the recording studio while ouyang is being Fussy downstairs, and the rarest creature ever to be caught on film: grumpy bitch ass smiling. permission to imagine esen, chin to chest, flopped on the couch, staring at ouyang's photo, ablaze with jealousy at all of his interactions with xu da, while wbx rubs at his temples in preparation for yet another oblivious, nonsensical sibling conversation.

[writeitinsharpie]

ever think about the great sect madams of the generation before?

about madam yu, the violet spider, one of few in her generation to earn a title (even her husband was only ever sect leader. even wen ruohan was never regarded by a title other than sect leader wen). about yu ziyuan, about what she was like before years of jealousy and envy twisted her to only her most bitter parts? about the girl who was the third daughter of a sect leader, and then the wife of another, and yet all of her immense martial power meant nothing to the society around her.

about madam jin, known only by her title and never given a name or a natal sect, who was still somehow the closest friend to yu ziyuan. the mother of the sect heir and yet a wife who can do nothing but stand by as her husband dishonors their marriage over and over again.

about madam lan, the murderess locked up for her crimes, never seeing a trial and dying alone, only allowed to see her children once a month. who was she before she was the wife of the lan sect leader? was there a reason she killed the lan elder? did she want that marriage to qingheng-jun? did she even want the children she was kept from?

about the madams nie and wen, who only exist by implication, by the knowledge that their children exist and therefore so must they. about how so little is even implied about them?