#not crying yet

[naehilisms]

something something three high guardsmen and a mentally unwell emo kid walk into an abandoned energon depot

inspired by this and this

[miothle]

Farewell, Kakavasha.

[lemeduartes]

My lil sister just showed me the Mystery Shack she build from scratch using pizza boxes and I'm literally so proud of her that I have to share it here

[slightlyartist]

Alex Hirsch did this to every character but McGucket was his personal punching bag for real

[imadetheline]

me, starting disco elysium: ah I can say and do whatever is necessary to solve this case! who cares what people think of me!

me, approximately one second after meeting Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi: I am going to get a good grade in being this man's best friend, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Guilt will follow Michael in every FNAF universe..

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposal and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[sunlit-mess]

taking off my anxiety over a license exam ☠️

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[linipik]

Exercises for all the homies who want to have a long career drawing.

The true problem with being an artist and drawing all day (as I wanted my whole life) is that human backs are not designed to hold that position, so it is very common for artists and designers to have really stiff shoulder blades, creating a chain of muscle strain towards the arm AND the back... and a lot of pain.

These are some physical exercises for artists and honestly anyone who works at a desk.

(all credit to my physiotherapist)

[puppyeared]

thanks @chipper-smol for getting me ISAT i will be so irresponsible with the looping

[rosetinted--clouds]

rewatching lotr, as you do, but there's something hitting about Isildur getting killed by three arrows (to the back) while abandoning his men versus Boromir getting killed by three arrows (to the chest) while doing everything to save Merry and Pippin and the influence of the ring over men, idk but my heart did a thing when i noticed it :(

[aurenvoire]

End this with a proposal (or something like "I want you to be with me forever") please I' begging crying on my knees-

Surprises

Simon 'Ghost' Riley X GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k Warning: Profanity, mention of a death of a neighbour.

A/N: Still the neighbour. How shall we end this series?

That one day, you bumped into one of Simon’s friends who you met at the ball in your building. You believed they called him Gaz. When you greeted him, he greeted you back and said that Simon asked him to get something from his flat while he was away. Simon had left for a couple of months by then.

Later that day, you found out that your new Russian neighbour died. All you knew had died in a car accident.

When you updated Simon on your day via voice message, he only responded with a skull emoji, per usual. However, he did ask how you had been doing.

Weeks passed. Upon your leave, you found a bouquet of lovely flowers by your doorsteps. There was a card attached to it that said; Skull emoji.

When you confronted Simon about it, he left your text on read. Afterwards, you bombarded him with photos of Ghost the cat and received a response of a very rough selfie that had his middle finger in the frame.

You stopped counting the days of Simon’s leave because it was not getting better. The yearning was getting more and more real. Ghost the cat was keeping the yearning fire going even more rather than consoling you of Simon’s leave.

Then, it was your birthday again. At that point, you had not been in contact with Simon for over a week—which was not irregular.

However, later you had someone delivering something to your place. It was a birthday cake with a chunk of a quarter of it missing. A few hours after texting Simon of it, Simon responded with a photo of a quarter of a cake with his friends gathering around the remainder of the cake in the background.

About another couple of months after that, you found Simon waiting in front of your door at your arrival to your flat one Friday evening. You were not sure if you did it on purpose or not, but you leaped into his arms and he was catching you.

Even there, you could hear Ghost the cat meowing from the inside of your flat. He started scratching the door.

“Little shit’s going to ruin your place, love,” Simon pointed out.

“He’s already spraying everywhere, my place smells like cat piss now,” you replied.

“Maybe you should move him out to my place,” Simon suggested as he put you down on your feet.

Simon had his mask on and as if it was tradition, you pecked him on the lips through it.

“Let’s get in, then. Your son misses you a lot,” you teased.

“Of course you’d call him that,” Simon sighed.

Chuckling, you proceeded to open your door. Right away, the cat hopped out and meowed loudly at Simon. Simon picked up the cat and started scratching the space between the cat’s ears.

“I got something for this cheeky bastard,” Simon said.

“Oh, yeah? A little gift for your son?” you joked.

“I thought he’s yours,” Simon said.

“He’s my cat, but he’s your son,” you said.

You pulled the two of them into your flat. You led them to the sofa and put down the stuff you were carrying before going behind him and draped your arms on him from the back. You gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Tea?” you asked.

“Just you,” Simon said, gently pulling you so you were sat on the sofa next to him.

There was a moment when you and Simon only looked at one another. He took something from his back pocket.

“The bastard’s got my name, might as well look the part, don’t you think?” Simon put something into your hand.

Placed at your hand was a pair of circular tin with a chain. On the tin was embossed the word Ghost.

“I got it commissioned,” Simon informed.

You chuckled.

“What?” Simon asked.

“You care so much about your son. That’s cute. I’ll attach it to his collar,” you answered.

Simon looked at you disapprovingly. It was quite terrifying and it explained the look people gave him when you were at the ball.

“Hey,” Simon softly called. “Did I spook you?”

“You can say I just saw a ghost,” you said.

Simon put the cat aside and removed his mask. It was visible that his beard was longer than usual. His paint also looked fresh, meaning he was not taking chances of not putting his mask on or putting it on and looking weird behind the mask. 

Simon put the mask on the table. However, of course, the cat kept coming back at him.

“It’s mating season and I think that’s why he’s more touchy,” you said.

“Yeah? Shall we pair him up?” Simon replied.

Again, you chuckled.

“I paired my brother up and it went well,” Simon said.

That froze you up.

Simon? Pairing his brother up? It went well? Also, he was saying this out of the blue? On top of that, he said in a very good mood. Or so it seemed, at least.

As if seeing your wonder in the way you looked at him, Simon sighed and took your hand.

“You said you don’t have a pleasant story. That sounds very pleasant,” you brought up.

Simon said nothing, really. He instead brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

“Are they still together?” you carefully asked.

“I wouldn’t know, love,” Simon answered.

That sentence contained more emotion than whatever Simon had ever expressed in your presence. There was sadness. There was guilt. There was a little bit of anger. Even way less than that, fear.

You leaned closer towards him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Simon rested his forehead on yours before eventually taking your lips with his.

When the kiss seemed to be about going somewhere, you felt a smack on your face along with a few claws.

Yelping, you pulled yourself back, holding your face.

“Again?” you questioned.

“Get the fuck off,” Simon groaned, putting the cat down who reacted with a meow of protest. “You alright?”

Simon tilted your face aside, looking at the impact of the cat’s attack.

“Yeah,” you replied. “There’s more on my arms.”

Simon moved his hands to your arms, rotating them carefully to see a couple of more scratches.

“It’s just scratches,” you said.

“This joke isn’t worth it, then,” Simon said.

“You love the cat,” you reminded.

“Never said that,” Simon said.

Again, you both only looked at each other. Maybe you were trying to memorise each other’s faces again, but in a different emotion this time.

“What say you we ditch the cheeky bastard here and you spend the night over at my place?” Simon said.

“Dust island, you mean?” you asked.

“I’ve been cleaning since morning,” Simon said.

“Really?” you replied.

Simon nodded once.

“You managed to clean your place but not yourself?” you asked, lightly scratching his beard.

“I did take a shower,” Simon said. “Besides, you said you want to help me shave.”

“When are we gonna do that?” you continued.

“I got all week,” Simon informed.

Then, it was the next day.

You and Simon were in his bathroom. Simon sat on the closed toilet and you sat on his lap, facing him. You were lathering shaving cream on the lower half of his face and neck. Simon watched you, holding you in place by the waist under your shirt. Well, his shirt.

Once you were done, you smeared a little on his nose and chuckled. Simon responded by wiping his nose on your face.

“Are you sure you trust me to do this?” you asked.

“I am,” Simon nodded.

“What if I nick you?” you questioned, wiping the shaving cream off his nose.

“I’ve had worse,” Simon said.

“What if I shave your eyebrow?” you replied.

“No one would notice, love,” Simon shrugged. “Except you.”

Simon wiped the shaving cream off your cheek before resting his hand back on your waist.

“Get on with it, then,” Simon said.

“Let me know if I hurt you,” you said before taking the razor.

You started shaving his face. Every now and again, you would look up to his eyes, to see if he was telling you something. Every time, he only looked back at you with nothing but a resting look.

Occasionally, Simon would rub his thumb on your skin. At one point, he moved his hands to taut on the small of your back. Sometimes, he moved his hands to your thighs. Other than his hands, his body sat still.

After the shaving was finished, you rinsed his face and dried it up with a towel. Then, the two of you did nothing. You were just there with your arms draped over his shoulders and his on your hips.

“How does it feel?” you asked.

Simon felt his shaven face with one hand

“Good,” Simon said. “Well done, love.”

You smiled.

“I could get used to this,” Simon said.

“Let’s get used to this,” you said.

Simon pulled you closer and kissed you on the lips. You returned the kiss without hesitation. By the end of it, Simon rested his forehead on the crook of your neck.

“You’re safe,” you heard him say.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked.

There was no answer.

Simon just pressed his lips on your collar bone.

“Hey, we’re already here. Might as well take a shower, yeah?” Simon suggested.

You put your hands on his face, lifting his gaze to you. 

“Sometimes you don’t answer my questions and it worries me,” you admitted.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Simon said.

“I have you to worry about every time you leave,” you said. “Should you fall in battle, who would tell me that? Our landlord when he lets someone move into your flat?”

“Especially that you don’t have to worry about, love,” Simon said. 

You only looked at him, not really reacting to his question.

“Look, the only person allowed to move into this flat after me is you,” Simon said. “In fact, if you’d like to save some for rent, you could.”

Simon took your hands.

“I got this place because I want to feel like going home every now and again,” Simon explained. “Then, I have you.”

Seeing the thin smile forming on your lips, Simon squeezed your hands a little.

“Doesn’t have to be quick, doesn’t have to be my place. Could be yours. I don’t care. Only if you agree with this,” Simon continued.

You moved a hand to his face.

“Sure,” you said. “The two of us living together?”

“How’s that sound?” Simon asked.

“With your son,” you added.

“Now you’ve ruined the moment,” Simon said.

You chuckled.

“Yeah,” you said. “Let’s get rid of one of these places. I mean… might as well, right?”

“Right,” Simon nodded.

The two of you were looking at each other again.

“We’re not moving too fast, are we?” Simon asked.

“It’s relative,” you said. “I already adopted your son.”

“God,” Simon scoffed.

You chuckled feeling that Simon was actually enjoying the joke because he kissed the back of your hand and smiled while doing so.

@hao-ming-8 @here4thespice @fckwritersblock @misshoneypaper @oscarissacsslut @itsasecrets-things @revrs @d4z01 @snortangeldust @sm8th0p

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[chipthekeeper]

“I was really surprised to be speaking about this big fantasy series and about a character who on both a personal and political level is somewhat at odds with the gender they were born in. That was something, as a nonbinary person, that resonates strongly....I think she’s always living in counterpoint to what her life might look like were she male.”

-Emma D'Arcy, from House of the Dragon: Inside the Creation of a Targaryen Dynasty

[corpsentry]

pick your battles

[cherrywhite]

every single time (template from @mhuyo)