#so hard I started tearing up

[magpie-to-the-morning]

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[lmaowh-at]

Catelyn heard someone snigger behind her. She loves him, poor thing, she thought sadly. She'd play his squire just to touch him, and never care how great a fool they think her... (and some other things)

[carlyraejepsans]

i think i might be legit happy for the first time in my life.

i got out. i actually got out.

[kitty-fag]

Hey can you pass the twink? *Hits it* and passes it to the next person

[fallenclan]

I hope future employers never find my Evie with boobs drawing

IM ACTUALLY GOING TO SOB I THINK THIS IS MY FAVORITE FALLENCLAN ART EVER

[skellagirl]

zelgan commission for my lovely friend @elinadsy (who is writing a kickass zelgan fic full of Really Great Worldbuilding and Political Intrigue(tm) btw) for contributing to my sickly cat's medical funds 🥹❤️

this was sooo fun to do ahhh I ended up going a little ham cause I zoomed in to adjust something at one point and the Accidental Composition made me go 👀, so I made a little extra thing too

[front-facing-pokemon]

[ef-1]

🍷<3

[bumblingbabooshka]

Harry Kim saying Naomi is lucky to be born on Voyager and that he would have given "anything" to have her life when he was a kid...

[kalofi]

Late to this but after seeing your „inside joke“ Shuggy comic I really can’t shake the thought of them meeting again after 20 years as adults, having to work together for whatever reason, with Buggy vehemently trying not to rekindle any positive emotions he may or may have had about Shanks in the past, failing spectacularly, culminating in an uncharacteristically honest and emotional scene were they talk about things they both wanted to never acknowledge again.

So after all of that, after all that bonding and those vulnerable, absolutely devastating moments were they dove into those years of hurt and uncertainty together, what is the one thing that Shanks tells Buggy as he boards his ship again, an honest smile on his lips and a thumbs up?

„And Buggy? Go kill yourself.“

Buggy, who in fact does NOT remember that time he told Shanks to go unalive himself when they were teens and tried play it off as a joke and even less expected Shanks to actually think this was their little personal inside thing: „GH- YOU- WHU? *indignant confused clown sputtering*

im laughing SO hard at this im actually crying oh my GOOOODDDDDD deep breaths deep breaths thats so funny im hysterical gosh.

no like thank you actually i was tossing around doing a follow up to the initial comic with a premise sort of like this where theyre older and buggy forgot his one off comment but ofc shanks remembers bc shanks holds every memory of their time together very near and dear to his heart and so they reconnect and he’ll say it offhand lighthearted and ruin buggy’s life (again).

you played it out so beautifully though like this is more genius than anything i could ever come up with god theyre the worst arent they. theyre the absolute worst.

[causeimanartist]

Guys, I'm trying - but FUCK I can't draw Bruce or anything

[danmeichael]

Mo Ran is 13 years old. He is at this horrible dinner party with his not-horrible aunt and uncle, and his only-annoying cousin. People keep getting up on stage and being presented with awards, and he has to clap for all of them because it's polite. He isn't entirely sure what's being celebrated and he doesn't really care, either.

His suit is itchy, the food doesn't taste good, and he really wishes he were at home playing a video game and eating fast food slathered in chili oil.

It's too loud, and it reeks here. So many alphas trying to show off how big their dick is, and omegas trying to bolster their alpha's ego by proving what a prized mate they are. What they're expected to do. What Mo Ran will one day be expected to do.

Mo Ran wasn't paying attention to what was going on on stage until suddenly his uncle jostled him and started pointing excitedly at the next person getting an award.

Ah, being here made sense now. It was Chu Wanning. One of uncle's friends, and probably the prettiest person on earth second only to Mo Ran's late mother. He didn't know how anyone could be that pretty in real life. He's smart, and he puts too much sugar in his coffee when he thinks nobody's looking, and he's an Omega, too, just like Mo Ran.

He proves just how smart he is by immediately starting on a short lecture the moment the presenter hands him the microphone. Most of the people in the ballroom are completely silent, save for a few whispers.

Nobody seems to comprehend anything he's saying, which means they're particularly stupid because Mo Ran understands at least half of it.

When he finishes speaking and is presented with his award most of the room claps out of obligation. Xue Zhengyong and Xue Meng leap up into a standing ovation and start cheering. Even his aunt joins in, more quietly.

"That's my Yuheng! Woo!"

"LAOSHI IS THE BEST!"

"That's our boy!"

Even drowned in the bright white lights of the stage, Chu Wanning's reddening face is obvious. His expression stays mostly the same, but Mo Ran thinks he sees his eye twitch.

Everyone seems ecstatic until the alpha presenter lingers a little too long at Chu Wanning's side, talking to him.

There's an odd tension from his aunt and uncle, like a cup you filled up just past the top that stays in place only thanks to surface tension.

The tension breaks when the presenter puts a hand on the small of Chu Wanning's back.

Wang Chuqing is also an alpha, but she doesn't stink like the rest of them. Her smell is usually faint and clean and warm. Not right now. Despite the calm neutrality of her expression, her scent is angry and hot, scorching, so strong it's just shy of giving Mo Ran a headache

It only abates when Xue Zhengyong grasps her hand.

Mo Ran thinks that they share a heart, that Wang Chuqing's rage is her husband's as well, and vice versa. That's how he can tell how close she is to snapping, even though Xue Zhengyong is a beta.

The presenter smiles in a way Mo Ran is quite sure he thinks looks charming.

"Chu-xiansheng, you're doing incredible work in your field! Beautiful, intelligent, making a name for yourself. Any Alpha would be lucky to have an omega like you!"

Here we go again.

There is only a momentary pause as Chu Wanning takes the microphone from him without looking at him. Like he isn't worth it.

With the same burning cold neutrality he almost always affects, Chu Wanning says "Any Alpha would be lucky to be me."

Mo Ran is frozen even as his aunt and uncle start tidying their place settings, gathering their things in preparation to leave.

Any Alpha would be lucky to be me.

Mo Ran was not aware of the shackles around his ankles until Chu Wanning clicked a key in place to unlock them. He didn't know their weight until he realized he didn't have to carry them. They were turning him black and blue, how had nobody told him not wearing them was an option? That being the extension of someone was not compulsory?

He's only pulled out of what he might later call a religious awakening when Chu Wanning rushes past the table with bright red cheeks.

"We're leaving," he says, as close to frantic as Mo Ran has ever heard him.

Xue Zhengyong laughs triumphantly as he half-jogs behind him. "Way ahead of you, Wanning!"

Wang Chuqing makes sure he and Xue Meng are a few steps ahead of her before she joins the precession. "What do you say we stop for dinner on the way home?"

The discussion of dinner plans that follows is loud enough to drown out all the whispering, and Mo Ran's revelation renders anything he catches meaningless anyway.

[sojutrait]

sunfyre having the worse day of his fucking life i’m in tears

[illgiveyouahint]

this brings me joy: Bokura no Shokutaku - Episode 2

Just having you here is enough

[guinevereslancelot]

decided to leave my job and i'm gonna fr gonna cryyyyy

[flowercrowngods]

i don't know how to be merely acquaintances when we used to be friends. or i think we used to be. i don't know how to yearn for a simple hello when you've been heaping your affection on me months ago, and i don't know how to talk to you when you won't say anything. when suddenly it's all about me. you know i have nothing to say, you know my brain is void of everything but horribleness and i cannot tell you about my day because i don't even know about my day. i cannot tell you about my day when i know you won't listen, when i know you'll apply your philosophy to my world and don't believe me when i say that everything is terrible. i don't know how to be the person you seem to think i am, or the person you want in your life. i don't know if you want anyone else in your life now that you're in love and sappy, found another recipient for your affections, leaving me empty and wounded and yearning.

you said you missed me. said it many times, while i was gone. now i'm back, have been back, and i wonder how you missed me, why you missed me, when you won't talk to me. i think you mistook missing for worrying. i think you mistook caring for a feeling of obligation. i think you like missing me more than talking to me.

and i think i can't breathe with how much that hurts