#so take this for now

[what-the-fuck-khr]

Dino Cavallone + artwork

[fancy-feathercroak]

Hey remember these two? Look at how time flies.

I've sketched this exact scene multiple times and honestly idk if like this one the most but I needed to post some art in here from time to time or else I might die...

[ble-ed-mo-re]

fuck you -owl houses your hornets-

[troybarnesbabygirlconfirmed]

community characters x lana albums

annie: born to die

Mascara running down her little Bambi eyes "Lana, how I hate those guys"

jeff: paradise

Like a groupie incognito, posing as a real singer; Life imitates art

britta, externally: lust for life

What about all these children and all their children's children? And why am I even wonderin' that today?

britta, internally: ultraviolence

And I like my candy and your women; I'm finally happy now that you're gone; Put my little red party dress on

abed: honeymoon

It's not easy for me to talk about; I have heavy heartstrings; I'm not simple, it's trigonometry; It's hard to express, I can't explain

(ever since my baby went away it’s been the blackest day ☹️)

troy: norman fucking rockwell

I said, "Don't be a jerk, don't call me a taxi"; Sittin' in your sweatshirt, cryin' in the backseat Ooh, oh-oh; I just wanna dance with you

[monty-glasses-roxy]

One of the things I've been thinking about lately is how interesting Roxy's relationship with the Raceway construction staff would be if some of them survived their visit to the pizzeria. Like it's kind of implied some dipshit led a team down there and never came back but if Roxy was the guard and went after them, managing to save at least one guy? That would put a lot of things in a new light for them, especially with the setup I like to use.

How do you react to the animatronic you've treated like shit this entire, time running to save your life from being ripped into six pieces, when you were the one that tricked her and locked her out so that she couldn't stop you from getting your life ripped into six pieces? How do you react to finding out the animatronic that has done nothing but destroy all your hard work on an almost daily basis, was doing so in order to protect you and countless other people from a monster? How do you react to the animatronic you threw countless words of abuse at, tried to chase off by whacking her with a metal stick, and loudly tried to convince management to scrap, showing up to save you from your own ignorance? Whilst she'd clearly a terrified wreck grasping at straws herself as she jumps into the line of fire for you? What about the so called worthless Mini Music Men that distracted the monster for you? The one that led you to a hiding spot while the others kept it distracted? The one that confused the monster so that it didn't know for sure where you were after it heard you?

How does anyone react to several glorified action figures choosing to fight desperately to save them? I just think that's really interesting to think about.

[poorly-drawn-ace-attorney]

today: ema causes problems on twitter

[theactualsunshinechild]

I have this incredibly specific WrioChi scenario rotating around in my head that I have to throw out there before it drives me insane. Imagine the following:

Childe seeing Wriothesley walking out of his office, calling out to him, and leaping right off the second floor of the administrative zone at him, and Wriothesley panicking and dropping everything in his arms to catch him and then reprimanding him to "Stop DOING that, you brat!!!" And Childe is just like "but it's fun and you always catch me!"

"I should let you drop," Wriothesley grumbles, though his hold doesn't loosen. If anything, Childe feels his grip tighten slightly as the redhead pretends to contemplate the possibility.

"Mmmm..." he hums thoughtfully, "well, I guess I'll have to hope I land on my feet!" The shrug that follows gets the Duke's brows to twitch lightly on his otherwise stone cold expression.

"You'll break your legs from that height." His grip tightens again. Childe grins. He knows this of course. Vision users have tougher bodies, so he'd have to land wrong, but breaking a bone was a very real possibility. However, he'd heal it off relatively quickly, especially compared to the havoc his Foul Legacy wreaks upon his body, and it was a risk he was willing to take. Not only did Childe have plenty of trust in his own body's capabilities and expertise in executing dangerous drops and cushioning rolls safely, but:

"You will never let that happen." Childe's confident reply echoes in the nonexistent space between them, reverberating through Wriothesley's bones.

"I just told you, I will let you fall," Wriothesley scowls down at him. His grip is a little painful, but his voiced threat is rendered ineffective against Childe, who smiles, softer this time, the sharp teasing corners tempered by the concern that was pacing a visible hole through the frost of the other's gaze.

"You told me you should, Your Grace, but your eyes say you won't." For a second those same eyes widen at his words, and Childe knows he hit the nail on the head. He grins in delight as Wriothesley averts his gaze silently, confirming it further.

For a man who was once meant to keep him captive and kept so many secrets, the Warden was a terribly easy man to trust in.

Childe was never a fan of... relying on others. It wasn't really in his playbook, couldn't be, with the kind of profession he was in, the coworkers he worked with. Physically, letting any part of his plans fall on anyone else's shoulders always came with a threat of failure and fatality. Emotionally, the idea of letting people close to him, like his family, in on his worries was even more devastating. Frankly, letting anyone else into his heart and head was always going to be out of the question. Or so he thought.

The Traveler, was one such newcomer into Childe's limited circle. And when they both found themselves in Fontaine once again for one reason or another, the Traveler, ever the networking expert, introduced him to Wriothesley over a cup of the Duke's fine tea. Introduced was, admittedly, a strong word for a situation in which Wriothesley already had his name, family's names, occupation, and detailed criminal record on file. It was a jarring experience to say the least, to have a complete stranger ask after the well-being of his siblings, but at the end of the day, he could finally put a face to the grand title he had heard so many times during his stint in the prison. Even with the amount of reverence people spoke of their Duke with, Childe had been unprepared for the kind of person he really was in the flesh.

Shrewd and cautious, stomping out problems quickly and efficiently. Polite and charismatic, yet tangibly dangerous and unafraid to resort to brutality when his hand was forced. Wriothesley was nothing if not reliable; he protected his values and people with a steadfast viciousness that Childe recognized intimately -- an indomitable, resolute determination that matched his own.

It seemed like there was nothing thrown his way that Wriothesley couldn't handle, and Childe couldn't help but want to test the limits. Posing himself as the world's most difficult problem to solve was an endeavor that came quite naturally to the Harbinger, but perhaps it was Childe's limits that had truly been tested.

Wriothesley had stepped up to the challenge before him and, while neither had expected to tumble into bed together in the process, it had not been unwelcome. Under the Duke's attentive gaze and steady hands Childe found himself being taken apart piece by piece and reconstructed into a version of himself that felt lighter somehow. It was months later that Childe lay awake with the realization that the lightness came with the missing pieces, the shards of his long-fragmented heart that Wriothesley gently pried out from his scars and bones and swallowed down diligently to keep them safe inside himself. And yet, Childe had never felt more whole.

He had come to trust Wriothesley to a degree he could have never even imagined. It was... less frightening than it should have been to have someone hold his heart this way. To have someone he felt so completely safe with. Childe knew that on a physical level he was the overall stronger fighter from their spars, but this did not take away from the serene sense of security Wriothesley's presence gave him. To put it simply, Wriothesley was someone he found himself comfortable with. He was someone who did not judge him at face value, but rather worked to understand his behaviors on a level Childe could never recall anyone bothering to do. Even now, it felt as though the other had already figured out Childe's motivations on a deeper level than Childe himself.

The Duke looks at him again, this time his eyes alight with a streak of mischief that makes Childe's pulse skip a beat in anticipation.

"...Tell you what, if you stop throwing yourself off the mezzanines, I'll reward you."

"A reward from the Duke himself? Must be quite generous!~" Childe fishes coyly for any further information with a lash lidded look and his fingers playing with Wriothesley's tie. The wolfish grin the Duke gives him in response sends a spark flickering down his spine. Wriothesley sets him down, one hand settling familiarly on his hip as the other comes up to tilt his chin up to hold his gaze.

"You'll have to find out, won't you? Although you can rest assured I am a firm believer in paying people what they are owed." Wriothesley's eyes glitter with promise, keeping Childe's breath hostage in the back of his throat. No precise details, huh? Well, Childe is a curious man by nature, so this suits him just fine; the intrigue adds to the fun of it all.

"I'll take you up on that then, Your Grace. I'll make sure to be a good boy for the duration of this visit, and we'll see if your reward is satisfactory enough for me to behave next time, " he teases lightly, and Wriothesley huffs a sharp chuckle of amusement through his nose, giving Childe's hip an affectionate squeeze of agreement before letting go to go pick up what he had dropped earlier to catch him.

Childe missed his touch already.

[raayllum]

haha noo don’t think you’re doing the Right Thing just because it aligns with your worldview and who you need to protect even though it can inevitably mean betraying someone you love and being much more complicated than that

[kisses-4-loki]

my silly trope atm is protective thor and protective odin, with loki who is very much independent and not in need of their protection

loki and fsndral have been having a secret affair for years with noone noticing, only for them to be having a sneaky round of morning sex before breakfast that lasts just a little too long and gets walked in on by Odin, who thought to check on Loki as he had the time that morning. Cue instant rage from the king, because one of his elder sons trusted friends and a warrior for the throne is in his youngests bed, and he's a serial womaniser

loki, who had been pulling fandral into a kiss when odin entered, yelled in surprise at the sound of the door hitting the wall and shoved Fandral off of himself and onto the floor, wide eyed and glaring at odin. fandral, terrified because the KING saw him have sex with HIS YOUNGEST SON, decides the floor is as good a place to die as any, and at least there's a bed and loki between him and the king for now.

cue loki and odins shouting match, fandral pulling on what clothes he could find by the bed and loki magically dressing himself to get between his father and fandral. which draws the attention of thor, who is ALSO upset by the news and joins in, bringing Frigga to the noise because they're upsetting all the maids and servants in the castle with their yelling.

odin and thor are insistent that fandral is taking advantage of loki, and loki, who had already told frigga but begged her not to tell his father and brother, helps fandral sneak out while his mother tries to soothe the other two. they have breakfast in private, and loki has to field all sorts of embarrasing questions from his brother and father, including the explanation that yes father, he is using the proper protective spells and that fandral isn't taking advantage of him.

[walker-extended-universe]

Just watched the new Walker

Wow

That was

Wow

Initial thoughts:

I loved Cordell coming home to see how Kevin had become so ingrained in his family's life while he was wrapped up in work. Even without the knowledge that Kevin was the leader of Grey Flag, that would've been a gut punch for him.

The background on how Kevin got to be the leader was helpful. I knew it was unlikely that he started the whole thing but it looks more like he staged a coup since he's such a recent addition to leadership.

The attack on the medal ceremony being a distraction and a piece of the puzzle for a larger attack directly on the mayor was perfection. I have to wonder now what the results of the raid on the compound will be. And whatever happened to Trey's notebook????

Also I need more Cordell and Figment!Emily talking about their kid's childhoods please I need to know why August felt the need to use gunpowder on his sister's dolls.

[ribombeeloved]

"With all due respect, I have no idea what you're talking about."

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[perrieedwards]

i feel like people are skimming over the uk riots in a way that makes me want to tear my hair out. muslims in the uk are in active danger. immigrants in the uk are in active danger. refugees in the uk are in active danger. people of colour in the uk are in active danger. asian communities in the uk are in active danger. black communities in the uk are in active danger.

there are massive far right riots throughout the country right now and people like fucking elon musk and nigel farage are inciting it and still have a platform to speak. people have used three young girls deaths, people's genuine grief in southport, to try and gain traction for their own racist bullshit and it's working.

a lot of refugee charities have been forced to close leaving many people without support, homes, funding, food, etc. if you aren't able to donate please consider sending a message via the conversation over borders campaign! it will send a hopeful, welcoming letter to a refugee in the uk. there is also a guide to staying safe here.

please do your own research and donate to refugee charities, anti-islamophobia charities, mosques who are trying to rebuild after being destroyed, counter protesters, here are some i've heard positive things about but the list is extensive; southport strong together (support for the southport victims and their families), southport mosque rebuilding, riot repair fund, middlesbrough vulnerable residents, nasir mosque rebuilding, hull help for refugees, bristol welcomes migrants,

[creed-of-cats]

"If voting changed anything they wouldn't let people do it-" grabs your face THEY DIDN'T JUST "LET" PEOPLE DO IT, MOST PEOPLE COULDN'T VOTE FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS. PEOPLE OF COLOR ONLY GOT THE FULL RIGHT TO VOTE 50 YEARS AGO IN THE US, THATS BARELY A GENERATION.

IF IT DIDNT MATTER AT ALL WHY WOULD THEY SPEND SO MUCH TIME GERRYMANDERING THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYWHERE?? WHY CAN'T FELONS VOTE?? WHY CANT PUERTO RICO VOTE? WHY DO THEY KEEP SWITCHING DATES AND LAWS AND TIMES AND WHATEVER THEY POSSIBLY CAN TO STOP PEOPLE FROM VOTING?? WHY DO THEY MAKE EFFORT AT ALL??

BEING DISILLUSIONED IS A REASONABLE RESPONSE. BUT PEOPLE FOUGHT AND DIED AND ARE STILL FUCKING DYING FOR THAT RIGHT, DONT SPIT IN THEIR FACE.

[talesfromthecrypts]

They actually make physical media for a much larger percentage of movies than they ever did in the past. Often with a lot more care than any small release was treated in the early dvd days. Its just if you only watch streaming stuff or the big new recent box office hits you won't see that. It is so ridiculously easy to get physical media for movies that even 5 years ago you couldn't even find. Like yes Netflix is a stingy bastard but so many things are available on disc WITH special features than ever before

[archi-pelago]

maybe never forgive. but things are different now. so we'll use maybe.