#queue and eyyy

[glamgoblin]

Sorry Sora, regardless of warnings the future DOES actually scare me…quite a bit actually

[rate-a-spam-bot]

i feel like i got one of the best

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

I love Tori Spring. Really, I do, but I don't think we talk enough about Nick's anxiety montage (sorry idk words) during the bonfire party.

Tori is a great sister, and, from season one especially, we know she's protective of Charlie for a reason. He's been screwed over in the past, and Tori never wants that to happen again. From the audience's standpoint, her "take care of him or you die" is funny. It's getting her point across, and her tone is one hundred percent serious.

But from Nick's POV? It's another bullet point on his list of fears at the moment. Nick is currently struggling with his sexuality and the process of coming out. He remembers everything Harry, Ben, and others have said, but then his mind conjures up the image of Tori making a remark about "You'll just cheat on him because you're bi", which she never said. She never would say that. Nick doesn't know that.

By the time the dinner party rolls around, Tori is clearly just as protective of Nick as she is of Charlie (when she digs her nails into David's arm so he doesn't say anything). But before that, when Tori tacks on "or you die"? He doesn't know what to think. Tori is nice, but a lot of people are. When Mr. and Mrs. Spring found out, they kept Charlie and Nick apart. He knows Charlie has been through a lot, so it makes sense that Tori might assume the worst about him.

I don't know. That part just gets to me. Nick projects his fears onto people that would never hurt him, and who know he wouldn't hurt Charlie. That's a real thing bisexual people hear, unfortunately. It really puts into perspective how anxious Nick was about coming out.

[theminecraftgay]

Superhero AU Noaka!! Having way too much fun drawing my OCs in this universe, and it gives me an excuse to draw her

✩ ☆ Commission Me! ☆ ✩

[peskiblaze]

I need to rimble my way backwards and see if I fucked up any tags. Maybe add some new ones. Dunno yet. Definitely not procrastinating a 200pt. Project. Definitely not..

[barrelcrow]

{ ♠️ x @soulstcne x}‌

There were a lot of things wrong with Ketterdam, and especially the Barrel. The majority of those things served someone like him well; it's how he made his living, had even managed to thrive throughout the years. People came here to spend their hard-earned money on games of chance and pleasures an upstanding citizen like them would never indulge in back home; and men like Kaz Brekker were all too happy to help empty those pockets full of heavy coin. 

But the one thing even a man nicknamed Dirtyhands refused to do was take advantage of children; orphans especially. They were off limits for all of the Dregs, and if Kaz ever happened to come across someone who didn't heed his warning — Dregs or not — he made sure to show them in no uncertain terms what happened to them.

It didn't happen very often, but often enough. He'd come across someone else today who'd had the nerve to cross the line in front of him and had learned firsthand what the consequences were.

Now, Kaz was standing in Aisling's doorstep with a girl that could hardly be any older than ten. From what he'd managed to learn, it sounded as though she had no one to look after her, and hadn't eaten more than a few scraps in the past few days. "Here's another one for you. Doesn't talk much, but enough for me to know she's better off here."

[glamgoblin]

Personally love that Chris Motionless has perfected being a little bit slutty and a little bit silly at the same time

[akirathief]

All at once, Akira lets out a loud, shrieking squeak, throwing his arms off of Ryuji and practically jumping away from the attack with wide eyes. ...And then the realization of what he just did hits him, a light shade of pink rushing into his cheeks in obvious embarrassment. It takes a second, but he manages to get the word " Dude! " out.

"Oh yeaah? Good 'cause you ain't ready for... this!" His head might be in a vulnerable position, but his hands were totally free to do whatever to get revenge on him. And so, one hand targeted Akira's side to tickle him mercilessly. "There's no rule against that, is there?!" He's as mischievous as him now.

[dailydoofypokemon]

Eyyy we’re back! Well, sort of. I’m filling the queue now, but sorry y’all, there was a con at the end of October and I was doing a combo of drawing other stuff and making things everyday leading up to the con, then needed a few days to just exist.

So we’re back! Thanks for waiting!

[birbiebabies]

Eyyy, I just remembered how the queue function works! I'm moving up in life 😝

[spotsupstuff]

I just realised that back around 2020 you were someone I was following when I was still into Hollow Knight.

Absolutely wild that I find you again three whole years later with Rainworld! Your art’s improved so much since then, it’s awesome

eyyy, fellow 2020 hk fandom enjoyer, high five

and thank you so much!!! stars, yeah, when i look back on my hk stuff i sure have skyrocketed vjklsdgjlksmkl welcome back, though! hope you'll enjoy the rw content i have waiting in the queue

[adaptive-radiation]

Thank you for complimenting my queue tag name!!!! That’s so sweet 🥺🥺

Dfghjgijh I may steal it!

[iruludavare]

There's a christmas gift from blanche, It's a small package and wrapped simply but inside is a rather fancy Quill made with a blue feather that's both cold to the touch and sparkles slightly when held up to the light, Giving it a near iridescent shimmer. What pokemon it could have come from? who knows, there's a letter attached.'This may arrive slightly late, Fault is entirely my own, the holidays have been a busy period of research but i hope this suffices, happy holidays Serena.' - blanche

Christmas Asks || Not Accepting @frostspoken

     How curious. When eyes catch the faintest of glimmers from the quill in the package, fingers move to lift it up to the rays of sunlight streaming through the window. To call the feather beautiful would be a disservice to both it and the pokemon such a thing came from. It glistens in such a delicate way, and in far more colours than any of the feathers she has seen dropped along routes or bridges. In some ways, the piece is ethereal, and Serena cannot help but wonder just how did Blanche come across this in the first place?

     Wikstrom would know how to use something like this, surely. She ought to ask him to teach her how to use such a breathtaking utensil.

     As for the heroine’s gift to Blanche, she sends over to them a box, neatly wrapped and decorated with a silver, glittery ribbon. Inside lies a few ring binders plain in a variety of blue shades, plastic sleeves, and a fair amount of handmade binder dividers--  ones bordered with different designs, but still quite tasteful and professional. And with it comes a note:

     ‘There is no need to apologise. The quill is not like anything I’ve seen before. Did it come from a water-type like Swanna? Or a flying-type like Oricorio? It is a remarkable find, regardless of its origin. I know this gift isn’t anything extravagant, but you strike me as a more practical person, and if your research is anywhere as busy as Professor Sycamore’s, I do not doubt that you might need more things to organise papers, orders and deliveries.

     Happy holidays.

     - Serena’

[wings-dingus]

paps... ur too kind... be careful, y’hear?

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[thewrongsorts]

@gxtenoughnxrve gets to meet the kids

The house he’s been renting for the summer is really more of a glorified hotel than anything else, furnished lifelessly in a style that could generously be called a neutral. Until recently, it’s been only the sporadic stacks of books and clutter he’s managed to accumulate in the past few months, his still-unpacked suitcases still sitting at the bottom of the stairwell, and the boots and coat always thrown haphazardly by the doorway that marked the place as even somewhat a home.

In the past week, they’ve been joined by a scattered swath of brightly-colored toys littering the floor and a new pile of bags and shoes in the front hall. There’s spiral notebooks and stacks of homework parchments mixed in with his work notes, now, and somehow everything is always, always... messy, no matter how often he cleans.

Still — Charlie’s happy, even relieved, to let Ginny into the place today. 

He’s been worried sick about this visit since he invited her over. This is the first family he’s introducing Midge and Prudence to —even before their parents, even before Bill,— and more than that, he's really never worked out how to talk to Ginny about... her seventh year. He’s barely got a handle on talking to Midge about it, either. Let alone both of them.

Admittedly, that shared history is part of why he’d wanted to bring Ginny in first. It’s still— Midge is still treating the adoption this like something temporary, quietly wary as if she expects everything to fall through any moment. He knows Midge remembers Ginny ( vividly ) from Hogwarts, and... more important, he knows his sister. Indomitable, vibrant, effervescent little Ginevra — She’s been through too much already, and he hates putting more on her now. But... Merlin. He’s so grateful she’s come.

“Hey, Gee,” he smiles, looking harried and exhausted, and envelops her in a tight, one-armed hug. Pru’s babbling drifts quietly over from the kitchen where he’s left the girls for now, steadily endless as always. “’S good to see you. Thanks for coming.”

When he finally manages to let go, he clears his throat and smiles again. “You want... tea, or anything?”

[voxvulgi]

a Jude starter for @theimpalpable​

Malik wouldn’t worry about Jude getting abducted by a classmate, but she texted him just in case he started to worry she’d been abducted by aliens or anything of the sort. That was, after all, a legitimate suspicion since Malik was the only person who knew about Sandy. Jude let him know about how long the presentation was taking, too, to prevent him from assuming she died a martyr when it’s past 11 p.m. and isn’t home yet. Tonight was going to be a long night, but as Jude pocketed her phone while Lex unlocked her apartment’s door, Jude was glad that she’d be spending this night with Lex of all people.

After they went inside, Jude put down her laptop case on the nearest surface and began to take off her jacket. She heard some clinking from the kitchen and figured it must be Lex’s roommate. Though, if he was half as cool as Lex, this work session had no chance of being awkward.

When Lex asked Jude if she’d like anything to drink, Jude nodded and said, “I’m pretty sure you’ll find tumbleweeds rolling around my throat of you looked. I’m parched. Water is good. I’ll set up the computer while you get it.” Jude helped herself to the couch before she even finished talking, and there she resumed her laptop activity on the coffee table. When questioned about whether she wanted snacks, she told Lex that she’ll have whatever she’s having. Then, as her host disappeared into the kitchen, Jude added, “If my dad saw me just accepting your snacks without refusing at least twenty times first, he’d be so disappointed.”