#so unneeded

[stealingyourbones]

My favorite thing about getting into the Gravity Falls fandom is simply Not Understanding why folks had such great hate for Mabel and Ford.

Mabel didn’t start the wierdpocalypse. She’s an easily manipulated child and is fucking 12. She’s self centered but what kid isn’t?

Ford had a reason to be mad and not thank Stan in the heat of the moment when the portal opened. His brother could have easily accidentally let Bill through with his recklessness to bring his twin back. Also bitch that isn’t your house anymore. You lived in it for 6 years and your twin lived in it for 30. He paid a majority of your mortgage. It’s his now.

[lilybug-02]

Wow. That could not have turned out worse.

Part 23 || First || Previous || Next

--Full Series--

This comic will be on Holiday Hiatus this December and January! While on a cliffhanger? What a scam! >:/

[baeshijima]

mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seams from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

[mercale]

Today I learned David is taller than every speedster he has had to deal with. Only Pietro wouldn't need to tilt his head back to more or less meet his eyes. Jean-Paul has to hover to see him eye to eye. Tommy has to look up at his tall boy, but that's okay because he's a short king.

[nyaskitten]

So given Wu and Garmadon didn't KNOW where the tomb was, does this imply the FSM died alone, in a large, dark, dreary cave? Did he tell his sons one day "Alright kiddos, Im gonna go die now byeee love you have fun cleaning up all the messes I made!" and then he just noped the fuck out?

Or did he have someone haul his corpse to the tomb? Because iirc it was said the FSM made the defense systems himself so... how long was he anticipating his fucking death... Did he premeditate his death? It was all that damn meditation around the Golden Weapons! It was radiation poisoning the whole time!

[tobeseenthrough]

"I don't have any friends from my school days. But then, a friend from those days came into my life. I now have a friend to reminisce about the past with."

[kagrenacs]

Vent art but it's about how annoyed other drivers make me

[blueflipflops]

I desperately would love love LOVE to introduce Feanorians to a Quenyan version of Scrabble and watch them explode

I imagine that they'd make a bigger board to be able to fit 10-12 players and it would go on for days. With bickerings on the validity of words and with Moryo as the score keeper who can't quite keep his mouth shut and joins in on the bickering on wheter the word choice is "so fucking stupid, Tyelko. It should be banned on principle. What the fuck-". Each of the Feanorion just keeps on making up new rules especially after the Ambarussa makes up new words and argues for a whole hour and a half that it "totally counts as a word. Trust us, Nelyo-", that time Meadhros tried to pass a whole ass sentence as a "word", when Feanor took almost 12+ hours to think up an appropriate word to put down and etc.

Because come on guys. Ñoldor? "Those with great knowledge"? Feanor? The guy who created a whole ass writing system (the Tengwar)? His family? Who is just as intense and competitive as him? His step-siblings who would no doubt love an excuse to throw down without getting into trouble with the Valar or Finwë? Scrabble is THE BEST for Ñoldor Family Game Night(s).

I can just imagine Feanor playing scrabble with Finwë, Indis, Nolofinwë, Arafinwë, Írimë and Findis. Oh boyy. Findis is keeping score but everyone keeps trying to justify how they should have a higher score that word. Nolo and Feanor are shouting. Accusing each other for cheating. Ara made a throwaway joke once and suddenly BOTH his brothers are shouting at him. Indis saw the chaos and wanted to put away the game but was immediately stopped. Finwë is just happy to spend time with his family. Írimë is, in fact, the one who is cheating

Edit: More Feanorion shenanigans here! For part 2

Edit: And another! For part 3

Edit: Part 4!

[Edited to keep it to one post. Was too excited to post]

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

how would stsg react to u asking if they would still love u if u were a worm

satoru tries to be funny about it …… ’i’d worm my way into your heart ;3’ <- something like that . but he answers passionately and instantly . does not bat an eye . tells you that he’d buy you nothing but the finest dirt, the most fool-proof enclosure…… you’d be the most spoiled worm in the world <3333

suguru kind of just . sighs. but it’s a fond sigh!!!! gives you a raise of his brow and an amused smile and just goes ’would i still love you if you were a what now?’… he indulges you though . lets out a chuckle after you pout and says that yes, he’d still love you <3 he thinks you’re a weirdo but you’re his weirdo.

[mj-thrush-gxn]

i’m trying to decide if i want to continue the cover project for season 2 as well. i want to because there are things that happen in the episodes and characters that i really wanna draw- but then again- the fandom is dying. if i do s2 covers idk if im doing it for me or doing it out of necessity.

i can’t move on from this fandom, i’m way to attached to it. it feels wierd to see people leaving. props to those who can, but i just can’t. i joined the fandom april 11th 2023. it feels like o just got here and im not ready to move on. it’s sad that im watching the fandom die as i am grasping at the remains just because i dont wanna lose it.

[souplovingwerewolf]

One of my favorite "isn't supposed to be funny but ends up being f*cking hilarious" things is whatever is going on with the Life Of Luxury video thumbnails.

Just... Look

Theres so much happening

[aq2003]

it IS weird that the general consensus on twelve is that peter capaldi is an excellent actor but his episodes are bad (esp in comparison to the general consensus on series 5 being that it's some of the best the show gets) bc i am overall really enjoying series 8, a lot more than the last 3

[kalosianlaurent]

(ooc post)

[wonder-worker]

"[Elizabeth Woodville's] piety as queen seems to have been broadly conventional for a fifteenth-century royal, encompassing pilgrimages, membership of various fraternities, a particular devotion to her name saint, notable generosity to the Carthusians, and the foundation of a chantry at Westminster after her son was born there. ['On other occasions she supported planned religious foundations in London, […] made generous gifts to Eton College, and petitioned the pope to extend the circumstances in which indulgences could be acquired by observing the feast of the Visitation']. One possible indicator of a more personal, and more sophisticated, thread in her piety is a book of Hours of the Guardian Angel which Sutton and Visser-Fuchs have argued was commissioned for her, very possibly at her request."

-J.L. Laynesmith, "Elizabeth Woodville: The Knight's Widow", Later Plantagenet and Wars of the Roses Consorts: Power, Influence, Dynasty

[sojutrait]

dessner saved the day as expected

[bongo-thebear]

Leaning into making my favorite characters struggle. Henry emily is getting a buzz cut/very short cut between 7ish and 20ish because he just cannot take care of his hair. Anytime he has long hair its because someone else is helping him with it or its matted. Thank you henry emily's mom, jojo emily, and william afton. Its a shame you all died.