#no matter if it's a ship or friends or what have you

[betterforlovingyou]

There are so many straight ships I adore because they are well written. It does not matter who the individuals are, what matters is the connection they have.

I love byler because unlike so many couples you see on TV, you don’t automatically assume from the first episode “oh, they’re going to end up together.” You get to watch their friendship grow and strengthen and get to see how much they love and care about each other as friends before the romantic feelings develop. Byler’s relationship doesn’t come from a place of physical attraction or a brief period of bonding like so many TV couples - it comes from a place of “I love you because you are my best friend in the whole world.”

That is why I love byler. M*leven, on the other hand, feels like it came from a place of “hmm, you’re the opposite gender so I must be attracted to you.”

"erm if mileven was gay youd ship them" 👆🤓

actually we still love straight ppl. we love lumax. your ship is just trash my guy

[angelltheninth]

Hi Angell, I was wondering what your Arcane ships were?

I think I'm super basic except for one, but I am a multishipper at heart so anything here goes.

Piltover's Finest/Caitvi - shipped them since high school where some of my friends introduced me to League, which I played once before I decided it was not for me, but safe to say I've been shipping them for a long time and couldn't be happier that they're canon

Meljay - love them so much, they're really soft around each other, I like how Jayce brings out Mel's more tender side and manages to get around the armor of the politician she made around herself, and I like how protective Mel gets of Jayce and comforts him when he needs it

Jayvik - always a sucker for a good co-workers to lovers dynamic, they compliment each other in a lot of ways and I think they have such devotion to each other, cause even if you look at them as completely platonic the affection and devotion is still there no matter what

Meljayvik - let Mel have her two nerds and love them, not to mention that Mel and Viktor are foils to each other in many ways, in terms of color and narrative, and Jayce holds them together with his big strong, buff arms, plus it feels like they would all feel the need to take care of each other when they get overworked

Skyvik - we all know Sky had a crush on Viktor for a long time but he was too much of a workaholic nerd to notice, that being said s2 gave me so much with them, and I don't think Viktor lied at at all when he said he was gonna miss Sky's company and talking with her

Timebomb - friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, doomed by the narrative, this ship has it all and is canon in a alternate reality, I will never not love the bond these two have and how they manage to pull each other up when they need it

Lightcannon - I was always a fan of Lux and Jinx, again since high school and they were the second ship I shipped in the fandom, they haven't met in the animated universe (yet) but they are best friends and classmates in the Magical Girl timeline, and there are implications that Jinx has a crush on Lux there

Piltover's Finest Spy - now is one I that took me by complete surprise but as someone who loves Maddie this is me being delusional, I'm not saying she still can't be evil, but this has potential for angst, redemption, and a hot threesome, what more do I need to say

[imaginedreamwrite]

Ghost, Ghost, Host

Part 1: A Cursed Purchase 

Transaction #60236 has been completed, shipping details will be sent to your email with instructions on pick up to follow 

With the tip of your finger you scrolled halfway to the bottom of the email. Your receipt was included to document what you’d bought from this lost packages website your friend used. While she had used it to buy expensive items for a fraction of the price, you were rather interested in books. 

It didn’t matter what state they were in, how old or how new they’d been. Your interest in books was mostly to fill the gaps on your bookshelf left by your roommate before she moved out. Of course part of you was curious about the stories that might have lied between the pages of this book box. There was no guarantee what you would find, how many books were even salvageable but that was par for the course. 

That was part of the risk, part of the fun to see what you got and how good they were. Of course in the description of the box was a generalized itemized list—a few of which contained diaries or journals. That had made you even more curious, your interest peaked to an indescribable level. 

The time between ordering the lost mail, receiving the confirmation and shipment was a matter of just over a week. Your shipping and delivery notice was sent to your email with the reminder that the postal service would only keep your items for so long before they would be sent back with an undelivered notice. It was standard practice of the mail service to put limits on how long they would hold items and yet you were more anxious about potentially missing this purchase than you were for others. 

It was a series of anxious tracks of mind that blurred your excitement into a state of tension. Regardless of your momentary yet blinding trainwreck thoughts over these packages, when the email had come and you were granted the ability to pick up your boxes, you hadn’t hesitated to go.  

You had free time thanks to finishing your tasks earlier than expected, and that had given you the freedom to go. They gave you little explanation however there was a note added to the delivery instructions we just want to get rid of them. It made you curious, it made you ponder what extras could be in the second box. 

Despite the eagerness that made you want to rip into the box immediately, you had loaded them into your vehicle after leaving the postal service. You slammed the trunk of your vehicle and walked around to the driver's side and jumped in to avoid the inevitable rain that was coming. With the claps of thunder rumbling in the darkening clouds, and the streaks of lightning that seemed to be closer than you'd like, it was a race. 

It would be a race to get home, a race to beat the torrential downpour that was coming, and a test of your patience not to rip into the box right now. Though the weather was momentarily on your side, you still hadn’t wasted much time parking and taking your boxes into your apartment. Regardless of having to take two trips to take the box of lost packages you still managed to get into your apartment before the rain. 

It was only after you’d started opening the first box that you'd heard a crash of thunder and the steak of lightning across the dark sky. Your attention had flitted from the open box of books and the first two that had been set on top, both generic and modern authors. You grabbed the books and set them aside, both by a popular adult author that catered to mysteries, and then you had moved on. Book after book was removed from the box until you had gotten nearly to the bottom, where a set of journals had laid there. 

Your attention was piqued, and you’d almost entirely forgot about the second box in favour of the three journals in your possession. The first of three journals that had been laying against the bottom of the box was leather bound and stained with splotches of mud or oil that wouldn’t come out of the cover. Despite the stains on the cover, as soon as you had opened the cover it was apparent that the inside of the journal was still in good shape. 

JSM were the initials that had been written in ink on the first page under the cover, with a detailed drawing of the Scottish flag in the center. You had surmised that the flag and initials would both more than likely be significant to whoever had owned the journals when they were lost. Curiosity had grown and you'd set the first journal down to grab the other two, both of which were in the same state. 

“JSM and a Scottish flag.” You hummed under your breath and grabbed the journals before you picked yourself up off the floor. You moved from where the boxes were positioned near your old coffee table to the couch. You sat down against the second hand piece of furniture and leaned against the armrest on the left. As you began reading the first page of the first journal you had chosen first, a loud clap of thunder had resounded followed by the flash of lightning as it descended upon the city. 

For a moment you had turned your head to look out the window of your apartment, eyebrows furrowing as a torrential downpour of rain had begun battering the city. It was expected and warranted given the perfect conditions to form a storm like this. And while it was hard for you to keep your eyes off the destructive yet peaceful nature of the thunderstorm, you had wanted to deep dive into the journals. There was a kind of excitement over receiving journals from someone that fed into nosiness. 

“So, you were a soldier...” You mumbled under your breath, coming to the quick conclusion when you’d gotten to the second half of the second page. The first part that you'd read about so far, a description of the kind of city they were in, and the heat that he couldn’t escape. As the words went on, he had talked about his work as a special services soldier which you'd mentally reminded yourself to try and research later. 

It felt like hours that you’d been sitting on the couch reading this journal that you’d recently bought, and within the pages you’d come across names that had just made you more curious than anything. Captain Price and Gaz, two names that had been repeated a lot, had given your curiosity more than you’d imagined. And yet that was nothing compared to the person this soldier had called Ghost. Although whoever the JSM was had drawn sketches of landmarks and maps, small doodles here and there, you hadn’t come across a sketch of Ghost like you'd been hoping for. 

“...sergeant...” As thunder crashed outside, and lightning lit up the room, a voice had echoed in your ear as if someone was sitting next to you. The sound was muffled and not quiet audibly, almost like a whisper on the wind. 

The book had fell from your hands to your lap as your body reacted with a surge of fear and apprehension. You turned your head and looked at the space around you, surely trying to tell yourself that it was your brain playing tricks on you. Had you lost your mind? Have you completely lost it or were you just tired? 

Deciding to ultimately brush it off was the best course of action, and you’d closed the journal and set it to the side with the others. As thunder crashed again, you move quickly toward your bathroom with your phone in hand. After stepping inside and closing the door behind you, another loud boom of thunder seemed to rattle the windows with the force. Your gaze swept across the mirror before darting to the lights hanging above you, your narrowed eyes taking in the state of the flickering lights before the room was cast into darkness. 

You cursed under your breath and fiddled with your phone to turn on the flashlight. As the light was cast upon the mirror in front of you, a startled and sharp scream was ripped from your mouth. 

Standing behind you in the reflection of the mirror was a man wearing a tan tactical vest with a UK flag attached to the front. Beneath the tactical vest was a dark blue shirt that looked as if it was stained with blood near his right shoulder, and a set of thick black gloves on his hands. His hair was cropped into a mohawk style with the sides cut short, however it was his eyes that had still been the most frightening stimulus of this thing’s appearance. 

“What the fuck?!” Your fearful scream had turned to a curse, and the phone in your hand slipped from your grasp clattering to the ground. You immediately dropped to the floor to grab it, your fingers wrapping around the sides as you lifted it and then clutched it to your chest. With a sense of frantic panic, you aimed the flashlight toward the space where the man had been and found the space empty. 

You didn't know whether to be relieved or terrified, and any opportunity to react further about the state of your mental wellbeing was completely undone when he appeared again just as the lights come on. 

“Are ya done screaming?” His voice was stronger now, crystal clear and crisp.

Tag list: @supermegabitchboyexceptimagirl

[animangalover-writes]

Yk it really bothers me when I see people talking about eurylochus and the crew like they were the problem. It just feels like everyone is just missing the point. Yes they stopped listening to ody, yes eurylochus opened the wind bag, but that's what makes them so human.

Picture this, you leave your home to fight in a war. It takes literal years for this war to be over. You've lost friends, you miss your family, you've been through hell. You're starving and your captain tells you they found food on this island.

And then the cyclops happens. More friends die, you barely escape with your life, and your captain gives his name to the creature that killed your friends.

And everything after that is a direct cause of that decision.

So you hesitate to trust him. Yes he's smart, he's capable, he always has a plan. But he would do anything to get home, and you know that. So when he comes back to the ship claiming to have a bag full of wind, and when he refuses to let anyone near, refuses to trust his own crew, you get suspicious.

Its been about a decade by this point, and your captain seems to get more and more desperate to get home. A god is after you. Odysseus is forcing himself to stay away, all to make sure nobody touches that bag.

Its human, it's realistic, it makes sense that someone would open the bag. Because odysseus stopped trusting you, and so you stop trusting him. So you open the bag.

I just find it frustrating that people look at the crew/eurylochus as bad guys because of this, as pawns for ody to get home and thats it. The point of the show is that ody has become a monster, has dealt with and left behind his humanity. We, as listeners, root for him. We give him grace because of his circumstances. Because he's the main character.

But for some reason, people don't give that same grace to the crew. They're human, their circumstances are awful too. They have no idea if they will get home, they aren't sure then can trust their captain anymore. They question things. They make mistakes. They cause the deaths of others. It's human, its that feeling you get when you think that maybe hope is lost after all, it's what this story is about. Mistakes and loss and blame.

People dislike Eurylochus because he opened the bag. But odysseus gave the cyclops his name. And polites trusted the lotus eaters. And Athena told odysseus to be cruel to a fault. Nobody here is innocent, not really. And none of them knew better either. They were working with what they had, with the terrible circumstances at hand. It's no wonder they made mistakes. It's no wonder people died.

Why are we ignoring the humanity of the crew? Why are we arguing that they, or that eurylochus, deserved it? If the story was about them, odysseus would be seen as the bad guy. But he's the main character, so the others are stupid and wrong, right? All that matters is that odysseus gets home, right? Even if it costs the lives of his crew. His crew who stopped trusting him when he stopped trusting them. His crew who he sacrificed to get home.

I think we're missing the point here. Odysseus did become a monster, and although we cheer for him getting home and Penelope and Telemachus forgive him, we have to acknowledge that he did do terrible things. Those men will never see their families again. Why are we erasing that humanity in them?

Humans do bad things for the sake of saving themselves or the ones they love. That includes Odysseus. That includes Eurylochus. That includes the crew. And that includes every other character in this musical.

[the-most-humble-blog]

Danny Glover’s

Mike Harrigan: The Sweaty Unsung Legend Who Took Down a F☰☰king Space Demon!

When a Pissed-Off, Jaded Cop, Bodied an Intergalactic Killing Machine

Let’s give Detective Mike Harrigan his damn flowers. Played by the legendary Danny Glover in Predator 2, Harrigan isn’t your typical action hero. He’s not ripped like Schwarzenegger, he doesn’t have a squad of muscle-bound warriors backing him up, and he’s not fighting in some remote jungle. No, he’s a sweaty, overworked, middle-aged, jaded LAPD detective, fighting an alien in the middle of his city while dodging bullets, politics, and a skyrocketing body count.

By the time the credits roll, Harrigan has done something no one expected: he not only survived but won. And not because he was lucky—because he was relentless.

Let’s unpack why Mike Harrigan deserves to be recognized as the biggest badass in Predator history.

1. The Reluctant Protagonist Who Didn’t Back Down

Harrigan wasn’t some gung-ho action star ready to save the world. He was a regular guy, just trying to do his job in a city tearing itself apart.

The Setup: The streets of LA are a war zone, with drug cartels and gangs battling it out. Harrigan’s job? Keep it together.

The Twist: Then this thing—this invisible, dreadlocked nightmare—starts butchering people like it’s on a mission from hell.

The Reality: Most people would have thrown in the towel, but Harrigan wasn’t having it. He knew this wasn’t just a gang problem—it was personal.

Relatable Thought: How would you feel if an alien murdered your best friend and left you to clean up the mess? Exactly.

2. A Tightknit Team Brutally Torn Apart

Harrigan’s team wasn’t just coworkers; they were family. And one by one, they were wiped out by this intergalactic psychopath.

The Hotshot Rookie: Bill Paxton’s Jerry Lambert was new to the team, full of bad jokes and reckless charm. He didn’t last long, but damn it, he tried.

The Loyal Friend: Ruben Blades as Danny Archuleta, Harrigan’s partner and brother in arms. When Danny was killed, Harrigan’s grief turned into rage.

The Survivor: Maria Conchita Alonso’s Leona Cantrell made it out alive, but only because the Predator spared her after realizing she was pregnant.

Dark Truth: By the time the final act hits, Harrigan’s team is either dead or incapacitated, leaving him to face the Predator alone.

3. The Final Act: When Mike Harrigan Became a Legend

Let’s not gloss over what Harrigan did in the last 30 minutes of this movie. This wasn’t just some chase scene—this was a full-on war.

Through the Streets: Harrigan chased the Predator through the city, dodging gunfire, explosions, and chaos.

Through Apartments: He didn’t care about collateral damage or property lines. This was a hunt.

Into the Predator’s Ship: Yes, you read that right. He followed this thing into its own damn spaceship—a literal alien death machine—and still had the audacity to ask, “Who’s next?”

Dark Humor Thought: Arnold fought one Predator in the jungle. Harrigan fought one in its living room. Respect.

4. The Arm Incident: Peak Badassery

Let’s talk about the moment that solidified Harrigan as a legend:

He cut off the Predator’s arm, the one with the deadly wrist blade and self-destruct mechanism.

Then, armed with nothing but grit and a sheer hatred for this alien bastard, he shoved that arm where the sun doesn’t shine. Figuratively, of course, but you get the point.

Iconic Moment: After all that, Harrigan stood over the Predator like, “Your move, Mf''s...”

5. The Aftermath: Facing the Predator’s Crew

If you thought one Predator was scary, imagine an entire group of them watching as Harrigan killed their buddy.

The Moment of Silence: Instead of retaliating, the Predators honored him. Why? Because he earned their respect.

The Gift: They handed him a flintlock pistol as a trophy, a subtle way of saying, “You’re one of the greats.”

Translation: Even alien hunters recognize a Death Star-sized pair of balls when they see them.

6. Why Harrigan Matters

Harrigan wasn’t a superhero or a soldier. He wasn’t trained for this. He was just a man—a flawed, tired, middle-aged man—who refused to back down.

*Remember him the next time someone calls you old and washed-up. Sometimes daddy needs to step in to body a 7ft tall, Drake-supporting, Yautja.*

Why It’s Inspiring: Harrigan shows us that being a hero isn’t about muscles or catchphrases. It’s about grit, heart, and the will to keep fighting, no matter how impossible the odds.

Why It’s Terrifying: If an alien invasion happened tomorrow, we wouldn’t need a Superman. We’d need a Mike Harrigan.

A Balls-the-Size-of-the-Death-Star Legend

When you think about iconic action heroes, don’t forget Detective Mike Harrigan. He wasn’t flashy. He wasn’t invincible. But when it came down to it, he chased a Predator into its own ship, killed it, and walked out alive—because he had to.

So, next time someone talks about the ultimate movie badass, remember this sweaty, jaded, middle-aged black cop who saved his city from an alien nightmare. Mike Harrigan isn’t just a hero—he’s a goddamned legend.

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[izzydrawsforfun]

Valentine's Day Commissions 2025! 💕

Bringing something simple but still special for this years Valentines! Flat Color commissions for all of you beautiful people who enjoy my romantic drawings, hehe xD

These will be available from today to the end of February!

I can draw your sona and your loved one's sonas, self-shipping stuff, or maybe you just want me to draw your favorite ship! Either way, I will be happy to provide that ✨loving experience✨

Also! Friendships/platonic relationships are included as well! No matter what is your type of love, or the type of love of your favorite ship, I will make sure to make it special

Aaaand, for the Aro/Ace folks, I can make a drawing of your sona or your favorite character standing there looking cute, maybe with some chocolate that they bought for themselves or their best friends, or an Valentine's themed outfit of your choice~~

I come with some special pricings:

💕 Couples = $40

💕 Polycules = $50 (in this example, it's assumed that the polycule has three people involved. If there is more, it's +$10 for the extra peep!)

💕 Single art = $20

RULES:

- +18 and NSFW allowed

- Please provide references! Or detailed descriptions of your character in case you don't have a drawing of them yet!

- If you wish me to shade the piece, I can! We just gonna discuss the final pricing together. Pinky promisse to keep it fair and cheap!

- I can draw groups/pairs of friends too! It doesn't need to be romantic xD

- I can draw real people, but only if all participants are consenting to being included in the drawing. Please, don't ask me to draw you and the person you have a crush on 💀

- For the self shipping folks! Characters of all medias are more than welcome. Tho have in mind my style is mostly anime oriented so I will have a easier time drawing it xD

- The drawings will be provided in a PNG version (transparent background) and a version with a simple, cute background. If you have any idea in mind for the background, make sure to specify when ordering!

- And most importantly: remember that your way of loving is valid. The world is scary currently and I just want to make sure everyone feels a little bit of happiness during this Valentine's. Hence why the commissions are a bit cheaper and on a easier art style. So I can deliver it to everybody in time for Valentine's

Never stop loving, Everyone! 💕

[skateboardtotheheart]

there is just something about the difference between edwin's love interests and having the cat king's reaction to edwin in hell being "i'll be waiting when he gets back" vs charles "no version of this where i don't come get you" rowland convincing a powerful trans-dimensional being to open a door to hell just so he could get him back

i am insane

[gomzdrawfr]

content warning: blood

Loyal to a fault

bonus + other versions:

Bonus:

Alt:

the words on Ghost's body reads:

LOVE (level of violence)

it takes a monster to destroy a monster (poorly cropped i apologize)

Loyal Dog

Vēnor (Latin verb for hunt, chase)

this is something very different to what I usually do I hope yall don't mind....also this was me when I was sharing this with my friends...because priceghost/ghostprice dynamic really gets a grip on me

[two-entire-bits]

I have a confession. I do not care for the soc boys. I'm sure they have very interesting character traits and lore the actors and fandom have come up with and that is so fun and great and I know none of it and I am perfectly content with that. Shout out to all my mutuals who love the soc boys I hope you are having fun with your Ken dolls but I will not be joining you. keep slaying.

[sskk-manifesto]

Bungou Stray Dogs: Dead Apple and how “ability users” (opposite to “normal people”) learning to accept themselves through the acceptance of their own abilities is a queer metaphor of acceptance of own's sexual orientation and gender: an essay by me

[dykedvonte]

Honestly I see Jimmy's refusal to put Curly out of his misery less about his weird feelings of envy or his delusions but the fact Curly is all but stated to be a shield to Jimmy from his actions and people seeing the worst in him.

The only characters that Jimmy really interacts with one on one before the crash are Curly and Anya, two individuals he has wildly different relationships with. It's likely that Curly really did most of the talking between them as the pilots and the rest of the crew as staff. They didn't know of Jimmy's more reprehensible behaviors cause they never really had the chance to and Jimmy is subconsciously aware. If they had disliked him more than Anya would have told Swansea earlier or even Daisuke when things got really bad.

It's why he takes the immediate opportunity to blame Curly; He's the shield. He's saved Jimmy's ass more times than he can count and more times than Jimmy would ever admit. Even when he can't really do it anymore, he mentally shields himself from his own faults by putting Curly between them. Letting Curly die puts too much on him because he doesn't know how to function without a safety net.

In the end Curly only lives because Jimmy needs the idea that Curly will inevitably make things better to stay alive, meaning Curly has to live, no matter how much it pains him to do so.

[phoenixcatch7]

In love with the idea of captain marvel being Billy's imaginary friend. Like, it'd be so easy. Early depictions had them as almost fully separate people sometimes, like one soul with two minds, rather than just two filters like we mostly see now.

But imagine a Billy down on his luck, hurt and hiding from police and criminals alike, daydreaming the hours away as children do, taking inspiration from all the superheroes rising to fame, making little stories to play out his dreams of saving the world with a generic action doll he found while dumpster diving once. Most of the paint's rubbed off.

Red's his favourite colour, his comfiest jumper is a bright ruby even after all the grime and washes. Gold, too, it's shiny and warmer than silver! A hero cape is a must, big and eye catching! And he can fly, of course, like superman, and in his daydreams, when he's sore and frustrated after a long day's grind, his superhero is smart enough and knows all the right words to get the bullies to stop without resorting to fighting.

His superhero fantasy is one he spends a lot of time on, the first one he goes for when struggling to sleep at night, and he can picture it so clearly. Captain marvel is big and bright and kind, strong enough to lift the boxes for the old lady up the road who's moving all by himself, fast enough to catch Jamie who fell out of the tree on Saturday and broke his leg and couldn't come to class for weeks. He appears at the entrance to alleys when Billy is cornered, he steps up behind to cover for him when he gets caught shoplifting, he sits at the bus stop with him when it's pouring rain and the right bus doesn't seem to be coming.

And then the wizard comes, or rather whisks him away, and like a magician from a fairytale breathes life into his imaginary friend until Billy feels thrice his size and a million times more invincible.

From then on, captain marvel is a real hero, just like Billy is a real boy, and as one they save the whole city, and then the whole world, and get cats down from trees and help Mrs Victoria move the last of her boxes and she gives them a pinch in the cheek and cookies for the road and sometimes it hurts but it's so much better than he imagined.

[beastking-golion]

Did christian linke actually do anything wrong beyond saying he didn’t see jayvik as romantic or are you guys just losing your shit over a difference of opinion?

[ghastlyaffairs]

Strife! Strife! Shoot the freaking imp!!!!!

[bunvehs]

been trying to *properly* get into the self ship community for over a year now and it’s just hit after hit

[razzledazzletrassh]

no major fic updates just yet guys TAKE MY WOY OC I MADE LIKE. April of last year IM PLUGGING SOME INFO ABOUT THIS GUY IN THE TAGS.

I may also redesign her soon or something. Make her more bug-like with some stuff. I can cook guys let me cook !!!