#okayyyyyy

[demonzoro]

don't call your art "content" don't call your writing "content" don't call your posts "content" don't call your hobbies "content" don't call the things you love and enjoy "content" i promise you that life will seem so much more beautiful if you start calling them the things that they are which is art and hobbies and interests and pieces of the world that make life worth living. okay i love you

[damnamour]

SUEÑOS DE LIBERTAD ― Episode 40

[expergoe]

BEN SHELTON CONFESSIONAL CART 24

[paulic]

Sorry but something about that guy kneeling in front of John to hold up his lyrics during dig a pony on the roof is the funniest thing I’ve seen. Dream job tbh. “You can penetrate any place you go” he says. A fully grown man kneeling in front of him

[musette22]

https://x.com/vbarn3s/status/1804129734734835983 smooth baby with perky nipples🔥

Hi yeah hello hey I'm so normal about this, you don't even know 🙂 I am not at all lying on the floor, thinking about the sounds he was probably making, or about his wet, smooth body, and definitely not about him in bath with anyone else doing something which would make him make that face, nope nope nope 😩

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

The suggestion that Louis and Legoshi don't meet again is absolutely batshit insane especially when the relationships they have with women are so completely within the shadow of the other.

Louis has been told by Legoshis female equivalent (only different bc she has so much more confidence but otherwise when he describes her in comparison to his deer fiancee, he's still describing Legoshi) that he thinks of their kiss, not because of her, but because of her teeth. She tells him he will never be happy unless he's kissing someone with fangs. And the marriage of convenience? Is that not a queer trope? Please.

Then Legoshi saying the breeze cause by his wagging tail only happens around Haru as if his tail didn't wag obnoxiously around Louis through the series. Plus you have Haru confirming that Louis called to inquire about Legoshi and asked her to take care of him. Plus the other rabbit (who in my opinion he has more chemistry with???) Is Kyu, who is the rabbit equivalent of Louis in the way she demands Legoshi step up to his carnivorous instincts and the general no bullshit energy.

AND Louis said he didn't want to lose anyone he loved anymore and I'm supposed to believe he and Legoshi don't hang out whenever he gets a day off his busy schedule???

Respectfully. Puh-lease.

[cupidsintern]

PSA: when an indigenous person says their people have 'always' been a place, they are trying to illustrate their emotional/spiritual/cultural/etc stake in the land since TIME IMMEMORIAL and when you say "well actually all humans came from Africa :)" you look like an asshole. for multiple reasons <3

[koifsssh]

i cant pretend im not a massive gaga fan. i cant. Disease is suchhh an earworm. KILL. ME.

[aspirationalbrand]

btw they made it nearly impossible to see ANORA so that’s damn impressive too

[leolingo]

elquackity is telling roier the very opposite of what he was told and saying he thinks no one will get hurt if they push the percentages to 50/50

[officialkendallroy]

FALL OUT BOY WAS SO GOOD AHHHH

[fangsandsoftgrass]

Day 14 Date night./Vampire.

Since I still haven't finished their introduction from Fennorians POV I figured I'd use my small blurb from Cir's POV as today's vampire prompt :3

Having lost the race to warn the priests of Kilkreath about the incoming storm, Cirwedh makes an unlikely ally with whom she unknowingly shares a mutual past ;)

The cold wind whipped at the exposed skin of Cirwedh's cheeks as Gladriel raced through towards the blizzard raging atop Kilkreath, each droplet of moisture in the air like a shard of ice against what little face wasn't covered by her cowl. She was covered in dark blood from her assailant moments prior, and the stench of vampire guts threatened to overwhelm her senses as she cut through the waves of Bloodfiends that appeared after him. As she disposed of the last one, her nose picked up a new scent; the unmistakable smell of Reach magic. They crested the hill just in time to watch the clouds overhead reach a boiling point before splitting like a wound and bleeding into the sky, staining the air itself a deep red. Her heart sank. Just like the Doomcrag.

Before she could lose herself in the thought, a shadow draped in ash-colored mist streaked from behind the trees and into the path before her. There was a jerk as Gladriel dug her paws into the ground and halted, laying her head low and growling. The smell is what hit Cirwedh first—the cold scent of undeath clinging to the air around them—then the too-slow beat of their heart in their chest, and finally the snowy pallor of their skin, all screaming to her that this was a vampire. They were thin and tall (easily taller than her), and as she pulled the string of her bow back, they threw their hands into the air and cried out

"Stop! Turn around. A disaster has befallen Kilkreath Temple!" His eyes were wide now, almost glowing with each flash of the storm's light.

"State your business!" behind the cloth covering her mouth, she bared her teeth. "By Y'ffre, if yer with the bloodsuckers that jumped us, I'll put an arrow in that heart of yours!" she hoped it sounded as intimidating as she'd intended.

There was an audible gulp as he swallowed, and when he spoke, there was a quiver in his voice.

"D-don't be alarmed! I mean you no harm, but there are harrowfiends swarming Kilkreath Temple who do. You and-" he looked almost uneasy as he glanced down at Gladriel, "You and your bear should get back to safety before they find you!"

Just then, a crack of thunder sounded behind them, and the vampire jumped before turning to look over his shoulder. Something was different about this one; Cirwedh couldn't help but notice. Behind him, the sky churned and spit forks of crimson lightning, leaving behind the stink of sulfur with each strike. Time was running out. Though she was too late to warn the temple, and every bone in her body was screaming at her to run away from her nightmares incarnate, something had to be done. Realizing her breath had become ragged, Cirwedh relaxed the grip on her bow and let it fall to her side. It was clear to her now that whoever this was had no part in the creation of this storm, and as Lyris was likely still in Solitude, it fell on her and this stranger to put an end to whatever the Icereach had done.

"What did you call those Bloodfiends?" she called over the storm as she patted a hand against Gladriel's neck, urging her forward despite her growls of protest. "Harrowfiends?" As she approached, the fog between them grew thin, and she realized how familiar the stranger looked. There was a certain sharpness to his features she'd seen before, and something about his scent was similar to one she'd known in the past. Whatever it was could wait, however, as another scream shook the thought from her mind.

"Harrowfiends. A nasty result of this Harrowstorm, I'm afraid." He startled at another clap of thunder. "As for me, I am Fennorian of House Ravenwatch. I know now is not the time for introductions, but I feel the need to assure you I am here with only good intentions."

House Ravenwatch. That's what it was. She could see it now in the way he carried himself; this was one of Verandis' wards. At least he was Verandis' ward. A sudden sadness overcame her, and when she looked into his eyes, she saw an uncanny resemblance to her old friend.

"I am a friend of the Ravenwatch," she said, bringing a fist to her heart and bowing as best she could, still seated within the writhing saddle of vines atop Gladriel's back. Many apologies for my earlier ehm—hostility." She said it like she hadn't charged in, covered in blood and threatening to shoot him. "I meant to warn the temple of a Reach Witch attack, but we both know that didn't happen."

If she'd had the luxury of time, Cirwedh would have asked more about the state of the Ravenwatch since her departure, but as she felt their time slowly running out, all she could do was pull her bow back to arm and offer him a hand.

"I still aim to do something about those Witches. Are you in?' She flexed her gloved fingers and nodded towards the temple.

"I am." He nodded and took her hand. "If you can fight the fiends, I can do something about the storm. I've been watching the Coven for a while now and know what to look for."

Good, she told herself. If she was going headfirst into trouble, she was at least glad to have an ally who knew their stuff. She thought back to what he'd said earlier about the Ravenwatch, and if one of them was here, the threat was more than what Lyris had expected. Above, the storm looked like it was calming; the sky beginning to clear despite the surrounding air remaining red. Something worse was coming. She knew it. And as they cleared the space between them and the temple, Cirwedh couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

[squibo]

[miquellah]

dandadan ep 4 spoilers but

“turbo granny leapt thru the phone in ep 1, actually, because she heard momo was about to be assaulted and (being connected to a conglomeration of girls killed after being assaulted) was actually there to scare the aliens off and save her”

okayyyyy okay okay!! as if ep 4 didnt pull me over already we also have THAT extra layer. okay!

[mistninja]

Alien Stage

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

thinking abt that feeding habits line where harrison & lonan reunite after a long time & the day after they sleep together harrison robs lonan & steals his shirt & when they eventually get back to suz’s apartment she’s soooo tired of her son & sends them on a trip for him to get his shit together & in the motel room there’s *only one bed* & so they’re like just lying there & harrison’s like I’ve wondered what this would be like for literal months on end & now that I’m here, sleeping next to lonan again is just like sleeping alone