#reblog or comment with your thoughts

[share-the-damn-bed]

I’m bored and @jonathanbyersphd ‘s tags inspired me: When did you beginning shipping Jancy?

Like, what moment made your shipping sense tingle and go “Oh.”???

For me it was this exact moment:

[starflungwaddledee]

What's the story with the star spears in the galacta knight and starstruck drawing?

haha. well that is the question, isn't it?

[donnieisaprettyboy]

just sincerely curious as to what people think about this

[siryyeet]

Oh you have complicated feelings towards Germany? Let me make 91836373 assumptions about it with my piss poor understanding of history, not listen to germans at all and then come to a horrendously bad and false conclusion on why that is! Also I think you germans should stop feeling guilty and be proud of your country again!

[mandatorypartyy]

how each of the nuwho doctors would play just dance

9: not looking forward to it + rolling eyes + giving sass at first but with each passing dance, absolutely eats it up and you can tell he's having a lot of fun, breaking your highscore each time you show him a new song. the doctor does, in fact, Dance

favorite dance: "everybody needs somebody to love" by the blues brothers

10: takes it WAY too seriously. beats himself up and is sad wet and pathetic if he gets too many missed moves in succession. you have to rub his back after the round ends and you've won for the sixth time in a row, head in hands and saying "maybe it's just not my cup of tea"

favorite dance (more like the only one he even half liked bc he's, like i said, sad wet and pathetic): "just a gigolo" by Louis Prima

11: drunk giraffe on full display. limbs flying everywhere except for fleeting glimpses of coordination, slipping away just as quickly as they came. absolute menace, having the best time of his life

favorite dance: "call me maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen

12: never misses a single golden move. has every one of his favorite dances memorized and will do sections of them on command but only if he's feeling funky (and will only play as funky. that is his player)

favorite dance: "rock lobster" by the B52's

13: on the other hand of nine, enthusiastic about the prospect of the gameplay at very first mention and as the rounds roll by you notice her moves are somewhat messy and clumsy (lovingly) but she grows ever happier to be there bc she's playing a game with you :)

favorite dance: "c'mon" by Ke$ha

[mengyan]

“I don’t want it to just be ‘me’ and ‘you’ anymore,” she mumbles, outstretching an unsteady hand. Shangguan Qian is so far away that she can’t even brush the edge of her clothes, let alone grasp her. “Can we… Can we be an ‘us’ again? Please?”

Yun Weishan watches Shangguan Qian carefully for her answer, sifting through the fog of the sea in her eyes. Wearing white and framed by the candlelight, she looks a little too unreal, like she doesn’t belong in the same plane as her at all.

Shangguan Qian exhales. She glances at her hand, keeping it hovering, trembling in mid-air.

“That’s not up to me, is it?” she returns. “What about you, Yun Weishan? Will you show me mercy, or will this all end the same way?”

破晓; daybreak

🌤️ of ten thousand journeys, the path home is the longest one to walk. 🌊 estimated 63k~70k (total) 🌤️ a post-canon fix-it— or, how shangguan qian and yun weishan change each other’s ending 🌊 starting october 25th, this fic will update every friday around 7 PM EST! 🌤️ with cover art and illustrations by the incomparable @notedchampagne <3

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58230550

[clockwork-ashes]

All You Have Is Your Fire - Part X

Find Part I here :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge thank you to the lovely @bettdraws who deserves all the credit for the post that inspired me to start writing this :) Another huge thank you to everyone reading! ALSO please look at this post, I gasped it's so lovely. All of @teddyhoneybear's moodboards are stunning <3

Tag List: @anishake / @nocasdatsgay / @mybestfriendmademe / @talibunny30 / @halfbutneverwhole / @wishfulimaginings / @goldenmagnolias / @emmers-bens123 /

Part XI >>

Elain had not slept well. 

Once again she had taken to sleeping curled up on the armchair by the fireplace in the suite she shared with Lucien. Elain could still feel the ghost of his defeat as she practically forced him to take the bed for the second night in a row, this time for entirely different reasons. 

When they had returned from the library, without Cora to break their awkward silence, Lucien had quietly asked Elain whether she wanted to sleep more comfortably. He correctly guessed that she had had a restless night, considering the events of the last couple of days. 

Elain found Lucien’s genuine concern charming. Had she not felt his muted emotions so strongly, she would have accused him of feigning such kindness. 

Elain was not shy when it came to politely slighting men she did not care for, a skill she had learned in the ballrooms of her childhood and had carefully honed as an adult. When it came to Lucien, Elain could admit that he had suffered her forced indifference for years without so much as the slightest bend on her part. 

Elain’s mind had been entirely made up with regards to the man the fates had seen fit to curse her with. She did not want a mate, and so she would go about her life as if Lucien Vanserra did not exist. 

Elain’s decision was always infinitely more difficult when Lucien was near, his scent lingered in the air of every room he stepped into, sweet apples and summer mornings. Elain would have taken the bed had she not been gripped with horror at the awful realisation that the sheets, the pillows, would smell as he did. 

Elain knew it would have driven her mad, and so she lifted her chin and set her jaw before she practically ordered that Lucien take the bed. Much to Elain’s surprise, he did not argue, but she could feel a steady sadness leaking down their shared bond. 

Elain had slept fitfully, but at least no dreams had plagued her, and for that she was thankful. 

As Elain beheld her reflection in the towering mirror, she was also thankful that despite her restless night, she looked as lovely and refreshed as ever. 

Elain still tended to avoid mirrors. The faerie she now saw resembled the woman she had been before, disconcerting in their similarities and yet unsettling in their differences. Elain would not have recognized herself in passing. She saw the way her lips tugged down at the corners, misery marred her expression, beautiful despite it.

“Autumn’s colours suit you, Elain Archeron of Night.” If Eris saw the tightness around her mouth, he did not mention it. Elain watched the way his amber eyes flashed in amusement through the mirror’s reflection. 

Even Elain could admit that Eris was right, the deep emerald colour of her gown matched well with her dark eyes. The golden details along the sleeves shone as bright as some of the sun bleached curls Cora had so carefully pinned back for her, the column of her neck exposed. The corset Cora had laced for Elain was comfortable, her breaths easy, heavy skirts fell to the floor, hiding slippers made from the same fabric. 

“You could be a queen,” Cora said sincerely, nodding in agreement with Eris’s statement. “All you’re missing is a crown.” 

Elain hoped that the High Lord of Autumn would think the same. She was nervous, her own anxiety mixing with Lucien’s as the time passed slowly and they both began to get ready separately for the welcome Beron had planned for the son he had exiled. 

Elain prayed that attending balls in the Hewn City had prepared her for the long evening ahead, and hoped that she could muster Feyre’s confidence and the smallest bit of Nesta’s poise. She found herself missing her sisters desperately. She missed Cassian, Rhysand, Azriel and his quiet but friendly presence. She missed Nyx most of all, discouraged without her family’s steady and constant support and love. 

Elain tore her gaze from the mirror, no longer able to bear the sight. “Thank you for all the help,” she said rather weakly, hoping her smile looked genuine as she faced her lady’s maid. 

Cora would also be joining the celebrations, and Elain was infinitely grateful for the other woman’s willingness to remain by her side. She wondered what Cora had said to Eris to convince him so easily that she should be present, but Elain quickly pushed the thought aside, promising to herself that she would bring it up when they were alone. 

“Do yourself, and those forced to be in your presence, a favour, Elain,” Eris continued, stepping so close she could see every sparkling diamond along the arch of his ear. “Never wear Night Court colours again, they drain you of all life.” 

Elain looked up at Eris briefly, fighting the childlike urge to cross her arms at him. She focused on straightening her skirts, her movements elegant. “I think that’s just your presence,” Elain mumbled, the words low enough she could deny them if they had offended the arrogant prince. 

Cora and Elain shared a surprised glance at the amused breath Eris released, not quite a laugh, but certainly charmed. She could have sworn that one corner of his mouth tilted up in the smallest of smiles, a glimmer of joy in his usually empty eyes. Had Elain blinked, she would have missed it. 

Elain noticed the way Cora’s dark eyes remained on the Autumn heir longer than usual, as her gaze slowly took him in. He was handsome, Elain supposed, in the strange way that the High Fae so often were. 

“No crown for you just yet, Elain,” expression once again serious, Eris lifted his hands just slightly, pale palms up. For an awkward moment, Elain wondered if she was supposed to do the same. Elain jumped, startled, when Eris summoned a small wooden box from thin air into his ready hands.  

The rubies on the ring’s of each of Eris’s fingers flashed in the light of the setting sun as he handed Elain the box carefully. She had not known what to expect, but she could not help the surprised parting of her lips as she opened the lid. 

Elain traced the stunning comb, the gold shining, the metal looked as though it had just been polished. Shaped like the branch of a tree, little pearls were evenly placed between the small leaves. “This is…” Elain truly had no words, the accessory was so lovely, she went to lift the comb from the box, but Eris clicked his tongue in warning. 

“Careful of the teeth, you’ll find they happen to be much sharper than expected.” 

Elain paused, eyes flicking to Eris before she lifted the comb from its case. “A weapon?” she asked, disbelief in her tone. 

Eris shrugged, the wine red fabric of his jacket straining with the motion. “I don’t suppose they taught you how to handle a dagger in the Night Court?” Elain shook her head at him, and he did not seem surprised by her admission. With a wave of his hand, the case disappeared and Elain was left with just the comb in her hand. “Then this is better, should someone bother you, aim for the eyes.” 

Elain’s own eyes widened at the thought. “Do you – I mean, is it likely that I would need this at all?” She was uncomfortable with the suggestion that she might need to fight someone. If Eris had hoped to settle her nerves, he was achieving the opposite.

Eris raised an auburn brow, scowling as he responded. “You’re not in the City of Starlight anymore, Elain. I’ll tell you now and you would do well to remember this piece of advice for the remainder of your stay in Autumn. Be armed always.” 

Elain felt her panic as it choked her. She merely nodded, knowing that if she spoke her voice would have been small with fear. 

“Don’t worry,” Cora interjected, rushing to reassure Elain. “Lucien will be with you at all times, I doubt any harm would come to us with him by our side.” 

“I doubt you, too, would need Lucien’s protection, considering you’ve been armed to the teeth since you stepped foot onto these lands,” Eris clipped. 

Cora cast a withering glare at Eris, tension in her shoulders at his sharp tone. “I don’t know what you mean.” 

Elain still held the comb in her hand, her gaze flicking between the two, wondering if Eris would send the other woman home if he was always so annoyed with her presence. 

“I don’t even fault you for it,” Eris offered, his voice quiet and measured, but his eyes assessed Cora’s stance closely. “I just wonder how a lady’s maid from the Hewn City got her lovely hands on blades of Illyrian steel.” 

Elain watched as Cora opened her mouth, ready to respond, but at the quick knock on the door, everyone seemed to pause.

“Elain?” Lucien’s deep voice was muffled by the thick oak separating them. Elain was relieved that her mate had arrived. “Are you ready?” He asked. 

Cora and Eris were still locked in a silent battle, glaring at each other. If Elain had known Eris better, she might have even said that he looked pleased with himself. “Come in,” Elain called.

Again Lucien chose to winnow into the room, his presence overwhelming. When Elain was not near her mate, it was easier to ignore the bond. The only problem, Elain had noticed, was that once they shared the same space, warring feelings crashed over her like a wave. 

You are mine.

The thought was so jarring, and yet Elain could admit that it was not as troubling as it had been at the beginning, during the war with Hybern and the months that followed. Elain was captivated by him, the bond demanding that she pay attention every time he walked into a room despite her best efforts. 

Elain wondered if she would have felt the same without the bond connecting her to Lucien. 

Elain thought her mate was beautiful. His dark red hair fell loosely around his face, golden eye clicking into place as the russet one fell on her. She watched as Lucien took a sharp breath, as he stopped moving entirely. Elain took a step back, knocking into Eris. 

The action was enough for Lucien to shake his head, for her to refocus. Elain took in Lucien’s attire to distract herself. She started with Lucien’s tall riding boots, brown pants hugged his thighs. Elain felt herself blush as she quickly looked at his jacket, an emerald green the same colour as her gown. 

Lucien bent just slightly at the waist in greeting. “You look beautiful.” 

Elain could not look away from him, at the way his lips curled up into a knowing smile. 

You are mine.

Eris cleared his throat and Elain waved her hand awkwardly in Lucien’s general direction. “So do you,” Elain said. As soon as the words left her mouth, Elain found herself wishing she could throw herself into a lake and simply sink to the bottom for all of eternity. 

Elain looked to Cora, mortified, but the other woman flashed Elain an encouraging grin. Elain felt the tips of her pointed ears heat. 

Lucien politely pretended not to notice, stepping further into the room. He might have said something had Eris not. “I should leave,” he announced, his amber gaze going from Lucien to Cora. “You should join me.” The tone of his voice suggested he would not be accepting no for an answer. 

“Is the heir of the Autumn Court going to escort me to the ballroom?” Cora asked innocently. 

Eris shrugged, the gesture lazy, “I usually escort nobles.” He tilted his head in a manner that reminded Elain of a wolf observing prey, offering Cora his arm like any good gentleman ought to do. “Consider yourself lucky that my exceedingly high standards have miraculously lowered for the evening.” 

To Elain’s surprise, Cora took hold of Eris, her eyes never leaving his. “Watch yourself, prince, lest someone think you’re doing me a kindness.” 

Elain looked at them both and she knew Lucien was doing the same. Without warning, Eris winnowed him and Cora from the room, sparks scattering in the empty space where they had been. 

Elain was left alone with Lucien, all thoughts of Eris and Cora pushed from her mind as she took him in once more. He was so unbelievably handsome, Elain felt her heart skip several beats. 

“I guess…” Lucien started, looking at Elain only for a moment before he turned his attention to a point past her head. “I think we should follow them.” 

Elain nodded, taking a few careful steps towards her mate, wondering if Lucien would winnow them as well, or if they would walk the maze-like halls of the Forest House together. She looked up at him, glad that at least she would have him to help her navigate the event. 

Despite it all, Elain trusted Lucien with her life. As she lifted a hand to reach for him, Elain finally remembered the stunning comb, still held tightly between her fingers. 

“Help me with my hair first?” Elain did not know what possessed her to speak, but she regretted the words instantly. 

Elain saw apprehension cloud Lucien’s features, but he hummed in response. “Of course.”

“It’s sharp,” Elain warned as she placed the accessory in Lucien’s open hand. As their fingers brushed, she held her breath. 

Gently, as though she were made of glass, Lucien tilted her head. Careful of the comb’s teeth, Lucien delicately set it near some of the pin’s already holding Elain’s curls in place. 

The whole world seemed to stop, and only that moment seemed to matter. 

“Lovely,” Lucien murmured, his hands dropping to his side. 

A spell broken, Elain felt like she could breathe again. The sound of Lucien’s voice ringing, soft like wind chimes, clashed with the one thought Elain could not shake from her mind. 

You are mine.

[onejellyfishplease]

That minecraft au fills all my autistic needs

minecraft

tmnt

really good art of both combined

enough info about the au to daydream possible scenarios

Yay!! Im glad you like it!

And id love to hear about some possible scenarios if you're willing to share (or anyone really) It would be great for inspiration ^^

[ethoslabbed]

I was doing a post on reblog comments and I think I wanna make a post about this one.

This comment by @scittiesenjoyer has lived rent free in my head and I wanna talk about it

I feel like this is a super important thing to point out since I make lots of jokes about "pre grian hermitcraft" and such.

I started in season 9 and it wasn't because of grian at all. I didn't even know who grian was until I discovered hermitcraft recap. I watched almost exclusively xisuma and ijevin (x being the reason I started hc).

The people that grian joining brought to hermitcraft is huge but those who watched before he joined are just as important and amazing. When you started watching is irrelevant in the long run. I started in season 9. My friend started in season 7. His boyfriend started in season 4. My father started 2 weeks ago. There's no difference between the four of us truly.

It's a fascinating statistic to understand when people started watching but in the end? I'm just glad the Fandom exists as it does. 💚

I'm curious to hear others thoughts! (And I wanna know if this makes sense. I'm writing this at like 2 in the morning)

[silly-mars]

Would you guys like if i post little comics of the LEGO space crew on @lego-spacecrew ? I love drawing those little guys!! (I HAVE sketchbooks FULL of them./hj) But i think it would be better to upload those on that account. So people that WANT to see space crew could see more about them, because i know not every follower of mine is interesed on the classic space stuff (and that is completely okay!!/srs /lh /pos)

So yeah!! I'm asking this to see if you guys would be interested in comics of those characters to get to know them more, so it can create more interactions with another blogs and more asks!!

[yoohyeon]

Mutuals I remade my tags post ! If you don’t have a tag yet please choose one 🥰 I need the Name / Nickname + Emoji, that is not on the list ! So many of you still dosen’t have one so please do 🥺

[lbulldesigns]

DEMECIA CIVIL WAR ON THE HORIZON!

The latest reports from Demecia have come in, and it's not looking good, folks.

After the confirmed assassination of King Jarvan Lightshield III, his son and successor. The now King, Jarvan Lightshield IV, has made a declaration that any and all mages and potential mages will be subjected to registration and regular report ins. Or at least that is what the public announcement was.

Recent reports have shown a different reality altogether. Anonymous sources have reported mages, being arrested on the street and dragged away without their rights being delivered to them.

It has also been reported that those housing mages or potential mages, such as friends, family, and even landlords and ladies, have also been subjected to the same treatment.

King Jarvan IV originally stated that the decision to have mages report in for registration, was a bid to ease the mind of "everyday civillians" as well as root out the supposed second conspirator in King Jarvan Lightshield III assassination.

But these recent arrests have pointed at the main motivation behind Jarvan IV actions, as nothing more than a grief-stricken son using his fathers death as an excuse to lay blame upon the heads of those he has held in contempt his entire life.

Jarvan IV has never made it a secret on his opinions of mages and magic, a stark contrast to his father who was working towards improving the lives of his magical inclined subjects as well as change the minds of those who have stubbornly clung to their bigoted opinions.

Let me as you folks. Who was the one to discover the late Kings body? Jarvan IV.

Who was the one to benefit and ascend to power off or the late Kings death? Jarvan IV.

Now am I saying that Jarvan Lightshield IV orcastrated his own father's death just to ascend the throne and bring down the hammer upon those who are guilty of nothing else then being born with magic.

No. I can recognise grief when I see it. However, where is this evidence of a second conspirator?

All we have are the words of Jarvan IV and Magistrate Tianna Crownsguard, a woman who has been advocating for the detainment of mages for years.

Demecia is a proud nation, too proud. Their backwards way of thinking has been a point of concern with the rest of Runeterra and Valoran for years, and it seems that Demecias proud as punch nature is going to finally tear apart the very nation they adore.

As of now, Demecia officials have called a ban on mages leaving the country. They have declared any and all mages and their families attempting to leave, including those visiting the country, who will be treated with suspicions and suspects of terrorism or conspirators.

I'm no clairvoyant. But if things continue on like this folks, then I see more than just civil war coming to Demecia.

Even now, Noxus has made moves to strengthen their borders and have announced their willingness to allow those wishing to migrate away from the coming conflict to take residence within their empire.

Keep your peepers peeping folks more updates coming soon.

[loadinghellsing]

you've said before that you see Alucard/Anderson's dynamic differently in each version of hellsing? I was curious if you'd share how you see them?

Yeah sure, why not!!!

HELLSING ULTIMATE - I really only ship Andercard in Hellsing Ultimate... because, well... more reasons then I can functionally phrase. They're the same person, they're each other's other half, they're soulmates, ext.

the parallels, the symbolism, the acknowledgment, the respect, the care- *chef's kiss* there is simply so much to their dynamic that I can get lost in it for days. Correction- years.

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HELLSING GONZO - They hate eachother. With a passion. The amount of superiority complex they bark at eachother. And how upset the get when they lose?

Yeah, there's nothing to structure fondness off spare having a challenge that feeds their own ego. (Additional Note: out of all versions of hellsing, this is the only one Anderson feels straight in.)

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HELLSING ABRIDGED - Bromance. Best bromance to ever bromance. Just two silly near 7ft goblins getting into chaos and raising hell "just because". Companion ship in shenanigans. Partners in crime, via being the other's crime. Integra and Maxwell shall never know peace again.

However, Andercard ship wise, they give me the vibe of this post;

[expiredhydrogenperoxide]

i call this one, ‘time just passes’

(for everyone who will actually read this, ily <3)

338 words

time won’t heel, like an untrained dog

with a blood covered tongue, and a bird it has caught

time won’t heal, like a wound that will fester

with a shake, and a fever, sick to your centre

broken bones and second chances

broken hearts and second glances

they say ‘time will heal’, but time just passes

‘time will heal’ but time just passes

‘time will heal’ but time just passes

‘time will heal’ but time just passes

‘time will heal’ but time just passes

time won’t forgive, like a trust that‘s been severed

beat yourself up if it makes you feel better, time is that stone you should weather

time won’t forget, like a wound that will scar

pack up your thoughts and your life, it’s time to be a star

broken bones and second chances

broken hearts and second glances

they say ‘time will heal’, but time just passes

‘time will heal’ but time just passes

‘time will heal’ but time just passes

‘time will heal’ but time just passes

‘time will heal’ but time just passes

breaking promises and a second for your thoughts

breaking consciences and a second to reinforce

that time will heal but time just passes

time will heal but time just passes

time will heal but time just passes

oh i bet you know, you got me good

it couldn’t have been anyone but you

‘cause you were reading me upside down

you made it your goal to know me inside out

(time just passes)

oh did you know me in some other life?

you’ve known me better than i’ve known myself this time

(just passes)

all i’m left to know is time won’t heal

but time still passes/(broken bones and second chances)

time won’t heal, but time still passes/(broken hearts and second glances)

they say time will heal, but time just passes/they say time will heal, but time just passes

time won’t heal (time will heal)

time just passes (time just passes)

time won’t heal, time just passes