#oh whatever

[esc-is-holding-me-hostage]

Final thoughts:

at least i've correctly predicted Austria winning

btw, JJ got the lowest score of ANY winner since the split voting system was introduced

let's hope that we won't see an increase in opera entries next year

anyway, juries NOT dickriding exactly one entry while the other ones are fighting for scraps is very refreshing

to the people who screech about the jury abolition: please look at the televote results

to those who would answer with "televote results would've been fine if they had banned Israel" i say: do you really think Tommy Cash deserved to win then?

i was dreading Israel winning, but the statistics nerd in me was like "oh wow, the first sub-400 points winner, that's interesting"

Estonia in the jury top-10 just shows that being famous means more than being good

the biggest robbery of the night was, undeniably, Switzerland's televote

second biggest robbery was Finland not getting a top-10 result

name a more iconic duo than Lithuania and a respectable mid-table result

the biggest "grower" song for me this year is definitely Baller

i'm back to being mad at the Ukrainian diaspora. i like Bird of Pray a lot, but that was not a top-10 worthy performance, guys

the worst part about Ziferblat's staging was not the filter but the running, because the singer has been consistently fucking up at that moment throughout rehearsals and yet nothing was changed about it. was it too hard to move the starting mark a meter or two?

i really like that they've kept the "choose your fighter" part of the postcards since last year

i was spot on about the UK's results

meanwhile Croatia doing the best out of the ex-Yugo countries was not on my bingo card

overall, we've got mid results and a mid winner from a mid year, who would have thought

[itsdefinitely]

the great gods of the grove

Closeups:

[skintyfiia]

if twilight has zero fans i am dead

[icantbotherwithusernames]

the Silas Birchtree fandom is dying

like if you're a real bitch🔥🔥 i mean birch

[friendlyneighbourhoodfuckboy]

[ouw11]

falsettosss!! falsettoooss

[riacte]

ren, on hermitcraft: i am martren... dna abomination...

mratyn, on rats: please come back my captain please i need to kiss you please i longingly stare at a large portrait of you please wake up from where you sleep next to me in my bed please pl

ren: sometimes i can still hear his voice

[pastasilly]

sonadow but with terios.. runs away

[butchseiya]

conversations

[dipperscavern]

Hi I genuinely love your work can you pls so some drabbles about Robb and a reader who's super touch averse in public but very cuddly in public

I love u pls don't die

-🥻

i live to serve!! thank you very much for the ask (i love u more) (was gonna die but i guess i wont just for u.....)

robb stark x fem!reader

theon’s voice rings through the hall, hands on his hips as he watches the chandelier be lowered. "Careful, Jon…. careful."

jon, lowering it, finds his ‘direction’ anything but helpful. "I'm bein' careful."

the chandeliers candles have been burnt down almost completely, and you had been assigned to the task of replacing them. you had only sought out jon to help lower it, but boredom is a contagious disease, making theon and robb jump at the opportunity to pass the time.

“You’re lowering it too fast.”

jon is patient, but theon is regal in his talent to annoy anybody, and peace is best found when his mouth is closed. you’re about to tell him so when robb beats you to it. “Shut up, Theon.”

he turns to robb, but a sharp noise cuts him off before he can retort. he jolts, and you stifle a laugh at his jumpiness.

he turns, finding the source to be the chandelier hitting the limit on its ability to be lowered. the glares he shoots at jon - whom is tying the chains into place - are not enough to wipe the smirk from his face while he does so.

jon abandons your construction crew at the first available opportunity - a wise choice. even while on a ladder replacing candles, you can't escape theon's nagging he likes to call "supervision".

"The shortest ones should be in the center. "

"Have you done this before?"

"That's not where it goes."

"I'll show you where it goes, Greyjoy." you call down, losing your sanity after a meager five minutes. theon raises his hands in surrender, looking to robb for support, but is only met with a shake of his head. “Fine then, do it wrong.” he mutters under his breath. “No skin off my back.”

minutes of sweet, sweet silence pass, and eventually, you sigh much louder than intended. it betrays your frustrations.

you start to move down the ladder, and robb calls from below. "What is it?"

"Ran out of candles. I think we-" the ladders instability is proven when you're about to touch the ground, and it moves under your weight. you would've fallen, if not for robb's reflexes. his grip is bruising, but welcomed in face of the alternative of hitting the floor.

"You alright?" he aks. you nod. "Thanks, Robb."

you're quick to slip out of his hold, feeling white hot embarrassment crawl up your spine. its only theon, you tell yourself. somehow, it doesn't help. robb doesn't hold it against you, letting you go without protest. he's nothing if not understanding.

theon notices, brows furrowing as you retreat to resupply in candles. once you turn the corner, he pipes up. "What's all that?"

robb fights with the ladder, trying to bring some stability to it. "All what?"

"You know what. She's your lady and you can't touch her?"

robb turns slightly as he glances at theon. luckily for him, you're not around, meaning he doesn't have to keep his language proper.

"Just because the whores you accompany like to be groped in public," he says. "doesn't mean my lady feels the same."

the greyjoy is apt at recognizing defeat. "Fair enough."

eventually, the ladder starts behaving, not nearly as shaky as it was minutes ago. robb sends a quick thanks to the gods, and when he turns back around, your pretty face pops around the corner. you wave him over, and he shoos theon off before making his way over to you. 

“Get lost on the way?” he says, approaching. “Big castle, s’ alright.” your eye roll in response is nothing short of the greatest reward. you turn and start walking; he follows with a lovesick smile on his face.

“I’m in need of a tall person, as someone... quite intelligent has decided to place candles on the very top shelf.” 

robbs glad he's walking behind you, so not to give away how he fights a massive grin. someone intelligent must have done that, of course. “Tall,” he repeats. “Yes,” you confirm. 

“And handsome, surely,” he adds. “They’ll hide if you aren't. Theon can never find them.”  

he catches a glimpse of your smile as you open the door to one of winterfells (many) storage rooms. not huge areas, but comfortable enough for their intended purpose. you weren’t lying – they really are high up. he forgets to pretend to not know where they were moved.  

if you notice, you don't bring attention to it, only moving to stand on a small stool next to the space robb fills while reaching for what you need. these specific kinds of candles are tricky, stood on a tray & quite easy to knock over. he hands you the tray in front, reaching to get the one farther back.  

“Robb?” he hums, holding a tray of his own. “Thanks for catching me. Really.” he murmurs something in agreeance, brows lightly furrowed - you already thanked him minutes ago. not that he’s complaining, of course.

still on your stool, it makes it easier for you to reach out, caressing his curls. “I don’t mean to be difficult, I just get...” your hand drops as your sentence trails off - he wishes it wouldn’t. “You make me nervous.” you manage, stepping off your stool. 

“Hey,” he temporarily blocks the door. your eyes meet his. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

you shrug like you don’t believe him. he scoffs. “I should lock you in here... talking to yourself like that.” he opens the door for you with a shake of his head, catching another lucky glimpse of the smile you try and fight off. he allows himself a final mutter of, “Blasphemous, really,” 

[phonification]

doodle dump because i will not finish these evar!!!!!!!!!!

[meowkusunoki]

pop up from under your bed

[poisonedfate]

bbc merlin - 04x04 Aithusa

very important gifset btw

[heretherebedork]

Yin and War posted goodbye letters to Jack and Joke so apparently... the cliffhanger ending of the special is eternal? I guess? Thrilling. Love that for us.

sigh.

[locallygrowndaikon]

yeah its oc art time

[leadandblood]

I can't help it, the show's just funnier through the lense of "terror lieuts including jopson are all crozier's kids"