#plus worse ones!

[wildsaltair]

who took care of Maximus after he was wounded after gladiator battles??? who tenderly washed his wounds and tended his bruises and kissed each one with the gentleness of a loved one??? who stood close enough to feel his heartbeat and his pulse and his breath??? who held his face in their hands and caressed him and embraced him and told him they loved him??? who did it if I couldn’t do it???

[beaulesbian]

One Piece 1.01 || 1.07

[cangrellesteponme]

i don't think wonderland is ready for those alices

[tempestmothstorm]

crazy how the sanshee plush is one of the few actual direct confirmations on what a non-act 2 Natsuki’s home life is like because of how cagey she is on literally everything. Like this isn’t anything surprising or something you wouldn’t be able to extrapolate from the games but unlike everything else we know about her the implications are right there on the tin.

They literally did the character bio trope where where all the likes are normal but the dislikes are about their very specific trauma it’s just so funny they did that on the plushie card

[hogans-heroes]

We see a lot of postwar fics with Bucky being the broken one since his breakdowns are so large and visible in the show, but we so need more content of Buck being the broken one, after the war is over. If we focus on him in the show he’s just as bad off as Bucky but he’s better at hiding it. Usually Bucky would be the one to really see through Gale and understand him but in the stalag his own pain blinds him and he can’t see. (Good way to explore someone else being the one who sees). But look at Gale’s eyes in this photo.

(And to those of you who are showing this side of Buck in your content, especially postwar, bless you and thank you so much 🥺)

[pancakeke]

other department leads dogpiled my boss in a leader meeting to say our department is ~untrustworthy~ by citing 1 legitimate mistake we made so I'm going through records and listing all the recent shit these guys have done that is flagrantly not allowed and also checking their internal communications jira to note any issues they were fully aware of but chose not to communicate to us so they could hide their mistakes rather than resolving them. die.

[jujoobedoodling]

Haunting.

Phantom of the Opera Spire anyone? Jaina is once again the nerdy skeptic just can't let the ghost rumours go. She finds more than she bargained for - namely, a hot and broody elf named Sylvanas Windrunner.

inspired by this femslash february prompt list

[zehl0w]

Mfw both of the guys you have a crush on start holding hands at school

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Amphibia is proof that the best character writing tip is to make everyone at least a little bit problematic

[ask2ps]

Who's 2p Italy's type in partners?

NORTH ITALY: Grazie lo stesso! [ Thanks, regardless! ] NORTH ITALY: And before you ask, no, I had nothing to do with my boss' death. I still dunno what happened there! I was only gone for a few months..

[kirby-the-gorb]

[simplegenius042]

WIP Moodboard/Wednesday, Last Line and First Picrew

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WIP Wednesday for my Unnamed FC5 Omegaverse WIP, Moodboard for my Doki Doki Literature Club WIP You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club!, Last Lines for my Wednesday WIP Word Of Woe and a picrew of Silva during Christmas. Enjoy under the cut:

Another snippet for the FC5 Omegaverse WIP, with Silva trying to live her life in relative peace as a junior deputy and contributing member to society. And yet she can't even have that at a public barbecue when Eden's Gate crash it. Read below: [CW: Minor subtle discrimination in the context of Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, mostly towards Beta dynamics like Silva here (there's more in the full scene but here it's just like maybe once, or two if you count John ignoring Silva's obvious signs of 'leave me alone'. Also John harassing Silva, but what else is new]:

Silva really just wanted to fill up her plate with some nutritional food in peace and without an alpha poking his nose into her business for whatever reason.

She was unsure what his game was; could he be trying to determine if she was an omega? She understood that some omegas took a variation of suppressants that masked their scent as similar to betas, if only to deter certain alphas.

Although the suppressants were often effective, it didn't take much to discern the difference between an omega using suppressants and a regular beta. A beta's scent was far stronger than that of a suppressant's scent, though Silva guessed that wasn't common knowledge.

That or she had a better sense of smell than most betas. Which she didn't disqualify as an option.

"Invited by friends," Silva answered curtly, gesturing to where she saw her co-workers last, "Thought I'd socialize a bit."

His scent was throwing her off. Not because it was like an oregano herb, unlike the homely, comforting scent of basil and parsley that Paul had, but because he seemed familiar. Intrusive as well.

"Funny you should say that," the alpha, John, replied with a confident grin, "I've seen you avoiding more people than talking to them."

She glanced into his blue eyes; his smug glint irked her. She rolled her eyes as she replied, "That's because I'm done socializing."

She moved down, away from the alpha, and reached for the chicken ceasar salad to add to her plate; to compliment the chops that were already present. As she began topping it, her unwanted and persistent conversationalist filled the gap between them and asked, "So what is it you do around here?"

Silva's brows knitted together as she gave him an annoyed glance, stating, "I made it very clear I was done talking."

John chuckled, "No need to be so tart, my dear. Besides, I think you do want to talk."

Silva paused when she heard what he said; there was a tone within his words that rung sharply in her head, a growl that commanded obedience. To an omega, it'd be something to fear or respect; an effective deterrent towards refutes. To her though, it was something that grated at her nerves, like a man-child loudly demanding he get his way.

But it also sounded so damn familiar.

She looked at him with a burning glare that seemed to surprise him; like he hadn't prepared for his alpha voice to fail.

"I would be inclined to talk if I choose to," Silva asserted, adding, "And if you use that voice of yours on me again, you will regret it."

Despite the warning, John seemed more intrigued than anything else, putting on a friendly smile. Which bothered Silva immensely.

Her dissatisfaction only furthered when he replied, "My apologies. I wasn't too sure if you were actually a beta. I'm sure you're aware how omegas believe they have to hide themselves with your scents... a shame really."

Silva gazed at John with a stoic expression that contradicted with the bafflement she felt. One moment he was acting like a persistent sleaze and the next he's suddenly chummy with her after finding out that, yes, she is in fact, a beta.

She chose the last of her toppings for the chicken ceasar salad before walking away from him. Silva didn't grace him with a goodbye, just left him to fill up his plate.

However, in spite of this, he persisted in pestering her.

"Hold on now, you still haven't answered my question," he unhelpfully informed her as he followed after her.

Silva gripped the cutlery in her hand, repeating the mantra, It's illegal to kill a person without reasonable cause. It's illegal to kill a person without reasonable cause. It's illegal to kill-

It wasn't as helpful as she thought it would be.

[Silva to John, in some other AU probably: "In all timelines. In all possibilities. Only you... can show me how fucking annoying a person can be." If anyone understands this edited reference, I'll let you know I liked the season. Didn't love it, but it was still very good despite the high expectations]

Last Line for Word Of Woe, which is a WIP for Wednesday post-Season 1 set in the Life, Despair & Monsters series, where Wednesday Addams returns to Nevermore to unravel a new mystery; who the in the Nine Hells is bold enough to stalk her? Here she sees the introduction of Nevermore's new botany teacher:

When the teacher entered, Wednesday noted his appearance; he wore a dark blue suit that would have been better for a Gala than a school, with his dark hair and eyes, short stature, and the ridiculous Breton cap he adorned on his head didn't help her judgement of him. There was a skip in his step, with a jolly smile that sickened Wednesday.

He also held a cane in his hand, the handle like a bulbous doorknob. She wondered if he's ever caved in a skull with that.

However, her eyes narrowed when she realized something; she's seen him before. Earlier in the courtyard, playing what she presumed to be chess with a crowd of students around him and his opponent.

Moodboard for You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club! is a WIP for DDLC, where Monika and her friends find themselves in the real world, with only Monika able to remember the things she did while in the game, and as a result the guilt too. She also gets used to actually living and while she does want to do just that, she can't help but notice a few... contradictions to her new reality.

And below is the first ever picrew of Silva Omar. It... certainly is a close encapsulation of how I picture Silva (second to her faceclaim Mina El Hammani). Although she usually has her hair done up in one braid tail that stays behind her. But this is as close as I could get to her hair undone. Here she is attempting to commit to the Christmas joy. Could either be celebrating at Elsa's lodge (which would explain the undone hair (plus the sweater) as Silva didn't do up her hair until after Persephone's death...) or at a co-workers home or something akin to that for a party (which would explain the false joy and tired look as Silva is generally like that because of her insomnia and night terrors plus putting up a front to hide her grief for this particular month... though post-Persephone's death, Silva would be spending her time alone at her residence because, well, this is the month her sister die and Christmas is literally Elsa's birthday so...). Anyway image below:

[nekittie]

once again obsessed with the “buck and stiles are cousins” concept because my brain truly hates me.

[iztarshi]

People I have met while pruning lavender as a volunteer:

Jehovah's Witnesses who made some nice small talk and left me with a card. Considering I'd also been making nice small talk with them in hopes of making them think well of the Community Garden I couldn't even mind. Ulterior motives all around.

A lady with a dog who wanted to ask whether she could also volunteer when she moved into the area.

A guy with a dog who wanted to let his dog say hello to me. Embarrassing for both of us when I backed away sharply and said, "please no". He left after telling me that he had asked and I agreed that he had (he had not although he did come towards me slowly enough for saying no to be possible).

A woman and a child who I didn't really meet, but she did stop to point out the lovely smell to her child.

A man and a woman who wanted to tell me how good the lavender smelled and say "hi", which was nice.

A man on a bike who wanted to tell me I was pruning lavender wrong and shouldn't be pruning it at all (I was doing what I'd been told, but I did stop to google just to check I wasn't going against all lavender pruning advice before continuing with what I had been doing).

A guy who wanted to know if the afternoon's event had been cancelled but didn't know what the afternoon's event would have been when I asked. (He left at that point so I didn't find out whether there was one.)

A lady with two dogs who wanted the lavender, which I was very happy to give her since we had entire binfuls of it. Unfortunately we only had one carrier bag and she didn't have her own.

And my fellow volunteers who have all been lovely.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

I feel so itchy and skin crawly looking at this picture

Like that is Eddie covered in bees (shudder) I’m assuming during the call at the perfume launch thingy where we’ve seen him running with his bee net on!

It’s also making my brain itch!!

[ii-sad-confessions]

I can't imagine how scary it must be for balloon since he can't be recovered now and he can easily pop.

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