#memory ans

[moonshynecybin]

does vale just have like wildly low emotional intelligence to be this delusional about their fallout (he’s ignoring like. large swaths of context for 2015 i think. like it’s crazy that his and marc’s stories are so wildly mismatched not just in terms of content but also in terms of TIMELINE) or are his unique trauma responses to a tough childhood and fame and competing in god’s most awful death sport just insanely damaging. wait just answered my own question. um.

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

"He can be bit odd but think you'd already knew that" - Ane

Character in first page belongs to @bweoo I saw them in the comic and I couldn't help but to think of that audio lmao 💀

Lil free context about my insert if yall wanna understand how they relate in marvel:

-Has the same ability like deadpool does from 4th wall breaking and going into comic panels like he and gwenpool do in the comics

-has a uncle to niece relationship with wade, she does enjoy being with him rather than tolerating his existence like most of characters tend to do since they both understand how it is living in a world knowing it's technically fictional (her situation like gwenpools)

-Logan's more a father/ teacher to Ane. Acts like she's annoying but will go berserk if another tries anything funny

[i-like-yoongi-a-latte]

i've seen this with different artists but hey kuumblr i'm curious what was the first kuumaa song for you? mine was rakastaja and it's one of my forever favorites

[th3blind-prophet11]

AHA! SO YOU ADMIT THAT I AM YOUR STEP SON!

- Vémos / @ceo-of-lams

I think you are at least…

I’ve been told you were my stepson.

[mikhailoism]

the difference between bobby s7 vs s8 is crazy to me bc you can tell how much lighter he feels. and just the obvious why he's much more relaxed and joking around is such a big difference . to me it's implying maybe therapy or he's done something to deal with the events of s7 in that 3 month time skip and i want details so badly.... how did he go from spiraling and sorta passive suicidal ideation to more relaxed and comfortable and peaceful almost .... sorry i can't shut up about this i need more people talking about it

[pusangkambing]

Insane to me that jaiden said she's more, if not most, suspicious of the Duck than cucurucho and it turns out she used to be a part of the Federation and has most likely crossed paths with it before...

[unmarketableplushy]

Also largely unrelated but in 4th grade like the counselers and principal came around to each indivual classroom to inform us that a student had died in a car crash. And like. Thats tragic and all but he was a senior i was in fourth grade. I'd only been at that school for like 3/4 months at that point . Anyways random assemblies at muir highschool the teachers always somehow began more dramatic and gravely then the time a guy actually died. Weird.

[dykemisaamane]

why do people still interpret light as actually smart… he literally believes that criminals and good people are two separate things and if youre one you cant be the other ever

[braveryhearted]

❛ close your eyes. ❜ he's asking a lot from her, ikki knows, already having long since directed sumire to hold her hands out with an expression that had once been a smile, now more desolate in the way he watches her features with rapt curiosity. they're at the back of the cafe, far away from his fangirls or anyone else who would take the opportunity to barge in, but he wants to make this situation as special as it can be, considering how unromantic their surroundings are, how his current attire appears to be.

ikki is gentle as he places a small of boxes of chocolate in her hands. it's not homemade, because he had panicked over the possibility of them turning out wrong, and it's not wrapped up, to absolve the risk of a mystery should waka or anyone else come to find it. instead, it's something he remembers from the time they were together, something she had mentioned in passing she'd enjoyed more than any other brand given to her. it's a thought enough to make ikki smile once more, a soft thing always reserved for their conversations alone, as he pulls back for only a moment, tone as calm as every when he speaks once more. ❛ happy valentines, i hope this wasn't too forward of me since the last time we spoke. ❜ / ikki and sumire!

Although the alleyway that connected the cafe where they had both worked at wasn't the most ideal and she would had loved meeting up somewhere else, Sumire understood why Ikki had brought her here. And she had many memories of interacting with him here that she didn't mind it wasn't romantic in the slightest. What was important was that it was just her and Ikki. No interruptions from the fangirls, Rika, their co-workers, boss, or nosy strangers.

"Okay, I'll close them. It's better this way". Of course, she's teasing him a little bit for his eyes making people fall in love with him but not too much. She knows when to draw the line when it came to Ikki's feelings about the situation. Sumire closes her eyes as her hands were already put out to recieve a valentine's gift from Ikki. And when she reopened them, there was an assorted box of chocolates, even some that were either white chocolate or mint flavored. Ikki really went out of his way to find so many different combinations.

The smile on her face is instant.

"Thank you so much Ikki. I love the white chocolates the most! Is it okay I share them with you and maybe Sawa? I really think this gift should be shared. If that's okay with you of course". Of course Sumire's worried about hurting his feelings about the present but she did like sharing food with others. And the fact she didn't have a gift to give herself. This way, everyone could win.

@dangaer

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Could you more drawing of Logan howlett (wolverine) him please if you don’t mind please and it if not too much trouble please🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

she gotta be included tho (the pupper too)

Only cuz u said pls uwu

[diremoone]

spoilers in tags.

alright the Caleb myth FUCKED. ME. UP. like THEY EXPECT US TO SIT ON THIS FOR HOW LONG BEFORE ANOTHER MAJOR UPDATE??

[good-beans]

Hi! "ML Up until now it's been like a dream" sounds interesting!

Aw thanks! I'm impressed you could scope out my one Mikoto wip...

It's a little normal au 0309 thing from Fuuta's pov. The general premise is that Mikoto crashes his bike on his way to work, gets a concussion, has (non-John-related) memory issues, and Fuuta is compelled to look after him. I wanted a fun comparison of videogame restarts/second chances -- Fuuta says something rash and the conversation gets weird, until a few minutes later when Mikoto has a lapse in short term memory, and Fuuta gets to try the exact same situation again. By the end of the day, Fuuta is using the situation to very carefully test out compliments/confessions since there's no pressure it'll be remembered and he'll have to deal with the consequences. It's basically my timeloop fic without a timeloop 😂

The title was the first thing that popped into my head (as all my first working titles are) and comes from a story from my dad's childhood when he got a concussion and his short term memory kept resetting. He kept telling his family "You know, up until now it's been like a dream!" until his brother quoted it back to him and he went "how did you know I was gonna say that??" It started as a silly joke title, but Mikoto has the whole line about dreaming, so I'm keeping an eye out if there's a way I can actually work it into the fic !!

[frystsnow]

❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞

ㅤwhen a child's crib is made, is it the father who decides when his son is old enough to graduate to a mattress that's still far too big for his body? when builders put together stone and wood for a kingdom, do they have the foresight to build for the generations of royal blood who will sit upon the throne? stoick's throne becomes him—vast and foreboding, as foretold by the title he earned. now empty, the seat feels uncomfortably spacious. a freckled hand lingers on its armrest in reverence, but the verdant gaze cast upon it belongs to a mourner's. håkan's voice sounds resigned, defeated,ㅤyour expectations for me have been set far too high.

ㅤwith a breath, jack's steps are quiet as he approaches the newly hailed chief of berk from behind. his fingers trace the gilded patterns of the seat, frost ferns growing into the crevices, but the throne is already cold without the winter spirit's influence. he was not been there to witness stoick's—death, as it is rightly described, but jack sees what has been left behind. berk's viking queen returned to a throne that is still alone, relearning motherhood for a son still synonymous with stranger. the monument of stoick standing tall, now to stand witness at how berk will flourish for centuries to come, stone remaining polished even if it has been weeks since his passing. toothless, standing tall with his claim to protect dragons like the kin he never had, yet withdrawing wings around himself when his own best friend comes close.ㅤand then there is you—

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“håkan.”

ㅤberk's pride is vulnerable.ㅤhåkan, with the dark circles that hollow his eyes. the expanse of freckles darker with the way his skin has become pallid. fingers with the minutest tremor that itch to busy themselves with another project, another errand, another request, another, another, another, each tireless task a welcome distraction. jack's hand slides down to settle beside hiccup's own, but it inches away like a reflex. a defense mechanism. shying away from his touch. though håkan has already taken the mantle that he was always meant to bear, a shadow in the shape of his father haunts him still. more a poltergeist of his own manifestations than a ghost that only seeks to watch. his father has been endlessly proud of what his son has become, and jack is sure he rests easy in the hall of the gods to know his wife is alive and a son that has exceeded his legacy. but does håkan realize this haunting is his own craft?

ㅤgrief is not a new weight on his body.ㅤthe steel prosthetic glints in the dim candlelight shifts when håkan drags himself in front of the empty throne. wintry eyes settle on hiccup's hunched form, a posture made only in private in contrast to håkan's raised chin and squared shoulders when the eyes of berk exalts him as the first dragon rider / a friend of dragons / the chieftain of berk. yet he carries his burdens all the same: quietly, punishingly, that his pain should be his own to bear. a leg for his people is nothing, perhaps that is what he'd like to believe. what is one man lost in the grander scheme of things? what of a tear through his soul when his life can and will continue without it?

( and by gods, he is ever stubborn even through his lamenting. he is not alone in his grief with a subsidence as cavernous as stoick himself. a blank to fill that is known to jack, to berk, yet denied by håkan:ㅤ everything, everything. )  

ㅤthey have had this conversation before.ㅤworthiness:ㅤwhat should it mean? more than that, hasn't håkan always been worthy? he has always worn titles bestowed by others as if they were hung on the walls of berk's long hall. yet, all håkan sees are trinkets without meaning if he cannot live up to the name they bring.ㅤa soldier, poet, king—who among them is called forth first in war?ㅤalas, the order does not matter; loss and ruin come fairly and equally for them all, no matter how the tale unfolds. perhaps the true question to ask is this:ㅤ is he worthy to grieve a death with its ashes dusting his hands?

ㅤ“håkan.”ㅤjack repeats, as if to remind him that the name belongs to him alone. but what is in a name? who is hakan, and the great expectations of this name?ㅤ“you're everything.”ㅤhe offers a truth, one that jack finds certainty in this world.ㅤ“stoick—saw you as his entire world. you're more than the pride of berk, than the first dragon rider the world has seen. you're his son, and he loved you so much. you're enough.”ㅤgreen eyes squeeze shut, wincing and impaled by jack's words. by the mere utterance of stoick's name. shouldn't a name remembered and etched to remain bring relief and joy? jack glides to håkan's side, and pale fingers cup his cheeks.ㅤ“kærr min, look at me.”

( and he will look at you with those searching eyes. eyes that once searched horizons / destinations / skies and depths / the edge of the world itself, look to you for answers. you lose your words, your breath, lose your way into his grief. you don't have the answer. your answer has always been him.ㅤhow do you salve a festering wound?ㅤwith time, with patience, with stinging. )

ㅤfingers wrapping around his shoulder. the touch is gentle, but the crack is instant. håkan's expression crumpling / fists unfurling / the sob he suppresses still, even now. arms wrap around his frail form and jack holds him as he falls, his hair the smell of blood burning. jack kisses his forehead, the corner of his eye. oh, to kiss and bear his heavy heart if he could. ㅤ“come here. gods, gods, you've been through so much.”ㅤand they crumble in front of a dead man's throne, holding on because it is the best they can do. hold on.

[tabbycake]

ok wth i just spent like 5 hours playing zeno remake, i’ve gotten all the endings except for the sin ones but WOW i loved that…

[nsboyfriend]

King Harmonia should show up in legends Z-A but as a faller send post

[onedivinemisfit]

There are humans on the shore - the selkies peek and peer at them

I spy with my little eye