#might probably delete later

[eeriedragone]

As someone who spedran all 5 seasons of The Magnus Archives in less than a month, the true horror is having to now WAIT for new episodes.

Send help.

[bluffing-badge]

[chappellcastiel]

Hear me out the whole sun and moon thing from Arthur’s pov except he does see Merlin as the moon and himself as the sun.

You can’t get to close to the sun without burning and even though the saying goes “they look at you like you’re the sun.” You can’t actually look at the sun without it bringing you pain, squinting your eyes and looking away. You can wish for the sun when it’s cold but to much of it and you get aggravated and wish it would go away.

But when the moon is out you could stare at it for hours without an ounce of pain. The moon is refreshing after a tiring day out in the sun. The moon doesn’t bring pain it, doesn’t hurt to be around. When a moon is full and bright it’s beautiful to look at.

Merlin is the moon to Arthur not because he thinks he doesn’t shine but because he doesn’t burn.

[suja-janee]

I don’t really take them too seriously but here’s (almost) all my kny ocs that aren’t fan children of the hashira or any of the main cast.

I know kny takes place during the taisho period in Japan so most of my characters being of mixed race makes little sense but the way I see it, if Mitsuri can have pink and green hair or practically half of the hashira have blue/ purple highlights in their hair- then there’s no issue making them mixed 🤷‍♀️

I dunno, I think some folks on insta take this too seriously

[myfeetrcolddd]

Not an appropriate reaction

He tugged on her long pony tail, hard enough that it made her head jerk back. He imagined doing that in bed, wrapping her long hair around his fist while he did unimaginable things to her.

The pretty girl spun on her heel, already ticked off by the relentless amounts of teasing and mocking Theo had been throwing at her that day. So, in a fit of rage she slapped him. Hard. In front of the whole school.

Theodores head snapped to the side at the force of the hit. He could feel his cheek stinging and he was sure it was turning red, his eyes were down cast and he lifted his hand to touch the sore spot.

"Fuck you, Nott." She spat, her own cheeks pink from the sudden adrenalin rush, but Theo didn't see it. He was too busy thinking about her skin on his.

She'd slapped him. Theodore Nott. She had slapped Theodore Nott who was notorious for not letting anyone get away with disrespecting him.

Around them everyone seemed to hold their breath. When Theo didn't respond the girl scoffed, rolled her eyes and walked away.

A smirk grew on Theos face, and something in his pants grew as well.

He'd liked that too much. The violence, the anger in her eyes. He knew he liked to tease and rile her up but he didn't think he liked it this much.

The Slytherin boy sauntered to his room, where he promptly scribbled out a note for the girl before sending it away.

The next morning, during breakfast in the great hall he watched for her reaction. Saw the way her cheeks reddened and a swallow worked it's way down her throat. Her eyes met his and he knew that the feeling was mutual.

Her eyes narrowed and he only smirked wider.

The things he'd do to that girl were endless.

Wrote a small follow up! HERE

[stiffyck]

You know body swap aus?

Desert duo body swap au but they're both trans guys but grian is the most dysphoric guy you'll ever meet and he got top surgery vs Scar who couldn't care less and has barely any dusphoria and doesn't even own a binder.

Theyre both suffering but in two very different ways.

"Scar do you seriously not have anything else besides a sports bra"

"Grian you stole my tits"

[nervocat]

Boothill gives cat vibes honestly.. like he'd be the cat to follow you around and stay attached to your hip when he doesn't have anything to do.

Very affectionate as well. Since his head is the only thing he can feel your touch from, he'll nuzzle into the crook of your neck like a cat would bump it's head against you asking for affection.

Boothill likes to put his weight on you as well. He'll lay on your chest, when your standing he'll hug your wait from the back and lean on you (which makes you stumble bc of his heavy metal body, but you manage to (maybe) stay standing. Maybe you'd fall).

On the other side though, he's very sassy. Pobably. Like Boothill would bite you (playfully + spitefully, depending), keep you from moving, say (silly) snarky remarks, you get it. Maybe.

But yeah um. I'm tired and ik I have more thoughts on this specificly but I can post more later.. gn reader btw and didn't proofread this.

[sticks-and-stonesmc]

This meme might have more lore than i intended but i cant not post this

[cactusisconfused]

I’m having ✨thoughts✨

Aroace(?) Soap

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Soap doesn’t understand why he feels this way for Ghost- he’s never felt this way before. Not for anyone. No woman, no man- no one.

Yet when Soap is around Simon, his mind swarms with thoughts he’s never had before. Thoughts of wanting to hold the man close. To listen to his deep, gravely, stupidly handsome British accent.

He’s so scared that it’s love- romantic love.

Soap isn’t emotionless, he loves with his whole mind and heart to the point it’s fucked him over in more ways than one- but never has he felt this.

He’s dated of course, because that’s what you’re supposed to be doing growing up. He’d dated a few girls. They were pretty, but that idea only rendered as a fact, with no emotion behind it. Like how a sunset can be beautiful but you wouldn’t take a sunset out on a date.

His relationship started when he was fourteen. A girl confessed her love, and Soap thought that’s all it took to be in love, for someone to say a ‘magic’ word. He didn’t understand that he was supposed to feel something.

She would try to kiss him, hug him, and he would give it back but it was never honest. Kissing felt wrong, felt nothing like how it seemed in the movies. They only lasted a few weeks.

He dated another girl a year later, his older sister Leah, had put them on a blind date. The girl was sweet, and again objectively pretty, but he felt…nothing.

He’s heard people talk about love, about the butterflies in one’s stomach, how everything would seem to zero in on one person. But as he looked at her from across the table, he felt nothing. He tried again, thinking that he just needed to wait for something to click.

She tried to advance things, Soap couldn’t get past taking his shirt off before making a piss poor excuse to leave. He doesn’t know why he felt like he needed to leave- why his skin was crawling at the thought of being intimate. But he did, and when he got an earful the next day from her, he had no good argument.

The girl had looked at Soap for a long moment before gently asking if Soap was gay. If that’s why his kisses never felt true, why there was no love- romantic love.

Soap at the time agreed with her, one for an out and two as it felt like a solid explanation for the way he was acting. He’d never felt anything towards guys, but maybe that’s because he’s never tried, he had never thought about it.

Soap had just turned seventeen when a guy friend of his admitted his attraction to Soap. Again, Soap looked at the man, dark brown hair, decent build, a kind man. Soap agreed regardless, already hating himself for going through with it. But maybe- maybe he is into guys and just…needs to get to know him more.

The two go on many dates and they last for almost a year. Soap could almost convince himself that he was truly in love.

Looking back, he wonders if he only felt that way because this man was the only one who saw Soap for who he was, and not the face he puts on for everyone else.

But Soap knows he was pushing his luck, knows he was leading the man on. The guilt had eaten him whole.

Three good people, all gave their undying love to Soap, and he gave nothing in return.

He doesn’t know why he doesn’t feel how they felt- doesn’t know whats wrong with him. Why he can’t feel romance, why he’s never wanted sex.

He joins the military the next year, and he forgets about those feelings. Relationships aren’t meant to happen between soldiers and the one night stands are easy enough to dodge- both from men and women.

He had completely forgotten about all of it.

He had.

He really had.

Until Simon fucking Riley.

Until he saw that beast of a man dressed as the fucking grim reaper.

It wasn’t in an instant that he felt these new emotions. It was well after Las Almas and well after they catch Makarov.

Throughout that time, Soap and Simon got close, closer than either had truly expected. They flirted, though it was all banter of course.

Until it wasn’t.

Until Soap realized as he watched Ghost move through a warehouse through a sniper optic, that he found he meant it.

Then he started thinking and thinking. He couldn’t stop.

He couldn’t stop himself from getting jealous when anyone else looked at Simon with a suggestive glance. How he couldn’t stop thinking about holding him close, closer than Soap had let anyone before. How he had thought about pulling Simon close and have his lips meet the other’s.

It scares him.

Even if this is love- romantic love- he doesn’t feel like it’s enough. That he wouldn’t be a good enough partner, like how he was with the others in the past. What if these thoughts are the same as the last guy’s, he’s just going through some mental hoops to make him think it’s romantic?

Not to mention, Simon is his fucking superior- and his closest friend.

If he admitted his ‘love’ and for some reason Simon agreed, what if it goes away? What if he can’t recuperate once more? He’ll ruin their friendship and Soap can’t bare the thought of seeing Ghost take place of Simon.

He’s in turmoil and has no idea what to do with it.

He can’t tell gaz, he wouldn’t understand why Soap feels like he’s going crazy for feeling romantic for the first time. And like hell can he tell price, for the same reasons, plus insubordination. Price is a chill man, Soap knows that, but why stir a pot that’s already way past boiling.

So he’s stuck, with nothing but his journal and swarming feelings that make no sense.

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Lmao, imagine identifying as aro ace for years and then boom, nada. Hahhahahahha. Definitely not projecting on him.

Definitely.

Anyway.

Have a good day (●’◡’●)ﾉ

[dustysbedroom]

feelin really self conscious about this one it might not stay up for long

[screenietv-crafts]

Every time somebody draws Imp n Skizz as skinny twinks with no body hair an angel looses its wings

[bloobydabloob]

When you answered the ask asking about your art style (which is a post I keep looking back on bc what you have to say is very interesting) in one of your screenshots of you talking you mention something about how most if not all of your symbolism is self referent and I was wondering what you meant by that!

Hellloooo. I’m glad you found my ranting interesting. Here is some Dirk art I’m probably never going to finish for your troubles.

What I meant by that when talking about any symbolism in my art is that it doesn’t reference outside sources - e.g. where some art might use something like religious concepts, animals, real life events to represent ideas, I tend to use things more like colors, contrasting objects, composition. That sort of thing. So things that are inherently a part of the work itself rather than connections to the real world. If I ever do use symbolism otherwise, it’s usually comic related even still. Although I have done pieces with religious symbolism before too, haha.

I don’t know how to describe it other than “self referential” because I’m not really sure what else to classify that sort of symbolism as. Just… artistic maybe? Non literal? I couldn’t say. I think it all basically just goes along with the majority of my art nowadays being more figurative than literal. Sorry if this doesn’t explain it very well. It’s also funny to think that anyone is “Looking back” on any of my texts posts though, haha. To me I feel like I am just dumping my words on my poor followers. Surprising. Thank you for reading.

[ink-the-artist]

I’ve been thinking back to artist stuff in high school and man people are really weird about furry stuff in a way that seems like they’re super afraid to be associated with it at all. I don’t/didn’t consider myself a furry but I recognize my art is obviously furry-adjacent at times and I don’t mind that.

I’d almost always bring my sketch book to school with me so I can draw during breaks and stuff and the amount of times people (sometimes complete strangers!) would randomly insult me for drawing “furry shit” (once this happened bc I was drawing bojack horseman characters LMAO) like ppl are usually polite when they see me (or others from what I’ve seen) drawing in public, will either ignore it or say something nice or funny if they do comment on it, unless it’s something they think is furry art.

It’s baffling to me like this is so obviously not how these people would normally behave but it feels like they’re so afraid of being seen as cringe they feel they have to point out any cringe they see so that no one thinks they’re cringe. Grown adults can do this stuff too but it was obv much more common for me in high school.

And it was so shitty how it made me actually somewhat ashamed of drawing anything that could be perceived as furry, even though I’ve loved drawing animals my whole life since I was a child, and I never had anything against furries and had both irl and online friends who were furries.

I don’t feel any of that shame anymore and just draw whatever I want (it helps that I’m no longer getting strangers commenting on my art like this irl, and that I’m not as insecure a person as I was in high school) it’s just so fucking weird that people feel comfortable acting like this

[neoflames]

Estrogen would’ve fixed them

[outsidersheadcanons]

Ponyboy when Darry feeds him, clothes him, and gives him free cigarettes ONLY under the condition that he stays out of legal trouble and gets good grades in school:

[ghostpaynes]

I wonder if the people who use Edwin looking sixteen as an excuse to hate on Cat King despite the very clear indication he's definitely not mentally that also look at people who date their age's but look sixteen.