#pls do so

[space-b33]

I know I primarily grew this account off starwars, and I’ve been back and forth with the idea of making separate accounts for separate fandoms, but I am already so bad at keeping up with the ones I have, soooo I hope people don’t mind me jumping fandoms!

My current brainrots have been:

Transformers (ROTB specifically)

Good Omens (God THAT NEW SEASON THO)

Breaking Bad (I know, this shocked me too LOL)

Anyways, all of my social medias are like dead, mainly bc I have been probably, but to anyone who still checks out my art, I hope you won’t mind the sudden shift in art and reblogs! I’ll also be starting a new tag list with updated fandoms just bc it’s been so long and the people who have signed up so long ago may have shifted interests. I’ll still be drawing Starwars stuff too tho, currently working on a couple zine projects for it!

And to anyone who runs a multifandom account that started primarily off one fandom, how did that transition go? Just curious!

[prideofcornelia]

this stupid meme i made on my old blog lol

[catwouthats]

Saying that fanfic isn’t as enriching as regular books is such a fucking lie

1) not all fanfic is smutt and not all books are thought provoking, not that it matters for a book to be considered official anyways. All reading is reading. There is literally pulp fiction. There is literally Colleen Hover. A lot of fanfic authors are literally published writers too.

2) some of my most mind altering moments have been induced because of a fucking fanfic. And before y’all say “well you just haven’t read good literature!” I have literally read Charles Dickens, George Orwell and Shakespeare. Those were also good. I’d say Oliver Twist, Hamlet, and that fanfic I read were possibly some of the best shit. On equal playing fields. I analyze tf out of all media I consume.

Go fuck off with your lowkey elitist take that fanfic is below the level books are at. Just because someone can’t print their writing, whether due to copyright or a lack of money/ability, doesn’t mean that it’s “less than”.

Let’s also not forget that A LOT OF GREAT LITERATURE IS JUST STRAIGHT UP FANFIC!!!!!!

[awrkive]

waste of fucking air

i honestly don't want to reply to any negative asks bcs i prefer my blog to just not have that but ive been getting these kinda comments ever since i posted LL 2 teaser 🥴

i have already deleted asks like these and this anon's other message about not wanting to pay for a (fan)fictional story and i wanna say, that's absolutely fine !! you have your free will to pay for it or not pay for it, it's your choice what to do 😅 i did say it wasnt an obligation to subscribe, so i don't get the anger ? because im not forcing you to pay for my story, and above all, im still posting it here in PUBLIC, for FREE in the 14th that's like 1 WEEK away from now. its coming one way or another, even if you pay for it or not.

this anger feels misplaced and i hope you find something in your day today to get rid of that <3 i suggest walking around see nature or worry about real-life problems instead of getting angry at a tumblr fictional writer for making a patreon page. ciao!

[stories-by-rie]

hello it is missing fff hours so i WILL write something for it today and nothing will stop me not even the fact that i have zero ideas again or my evil brain gremlins

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[atalana]

the curse of adhd:

i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text

i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text

[ayo-edebiri]

#Me booping every blog I see on my dash

[barblaz-arts]

Hell's most vanilla couple

[chimaeraonwards]

John Cusack, the voice actor for Dimitri in Anatasia (1997), shared his statement on Palestine 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸

P.S. He has been a Palestinian supporter for years

[flagellant]

yeah we might be brothers in christ but so were cain and abel so shut the fuck up before i decide to find a rock about it

[vmkhoneyy]

“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!

[amalgamezz]

ALT

[hinamie]

make it vicious, take a stab

[agoldengalaxy]

baldurs gate 3 companion headcanons:

- gale talks in his sleep

- astarion once made karlach laugh so hard that she sprayed fire out of her nose

- shadowheart can and will hurt anyone on purpose, but if she accidentally hits someone/steps on their foot she secretly feels REALLY bad about it

- when karlach told gale she hadn’t read a book since primary school he nearly passed out

- wyll is an emotional drunk. he has cried about the stars being beautiful and about how proud he is of his companions

- lae’zel learned her favorite trick from some of the tiefling children: sticking her tongue out at people she hates

- when she thinks everyone is asleep, jaheira sings old lullabies. minsc and wyll are the only ones who have heard, but they don’t say anything because they don’t want her to stop

- the children love to put flowers in halsin’s hair. he loves it too, and will return the favor if they ask. he once did it to an unenthusiastic astarion, who ended up secretly liking it

- minsc takes the BEST care of his nails. boo’s too, obviously. he has let yenna paint them once or twice

- everyone has a lowkey crush on wyll

- when no one is looking, astarion likes to feed and pet scratch and the owlbear, making comments about how they’re the cutest ones there (besides him) and no one gets him like they do

- karlach asked wyll for dance lessons. she never quite gets the hang of it, but she has fun, and wyll is proud of her

- astarion and shadowheart pretend to hate each other, but gossip about everyone else when they’re not looking

- everyone actually really enjoys gale’s cooking but they’d rather die than admit that

- girls night: shadowheart and lae’zel are at each other’s throats with daggers. karlach is passed out on the floor. jaheira is drinking all the ale she can find. everything’s on fire. the next day they look back on this fondly

- boys night: halsin and gale are laying on the ground to look at the stars, stoned out of their minds. wyll and astarion are pouring their hearts out to each other. minsc and boo are making dirt castles. the next day they pretend none of it happened

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.