#someone disappears forever

[drmikhailov]

My definitely new and not reused wrath and glory character for a DnD oneshot ;D

[kiras-law]

i started to write a post a couple days ago about how light probably wouldnt actually be a twitter user who loves elon musk and then i got the idea of tumblr user light yagami . and now its in my brain .

i think he would either never post or post constantly and would have thousands of followers . but hes one of those anonymous but funny types . official-firefox type shit you know .

if this was happening in dn canon (pretend tumblr was around in 2003 ok) i dont think hed ever post about kira or L or anything , and if he did it would be a vaguely concerning but funny response to an anon asking his opinion on the matter . do you see the vision . also his url would be something that has to do with him but is vague enough nobody could guess it was him .

and ok now what if L had tumblr too right . his url would just be L and he would post occasional uncaptioned or one word captioned photos of a slice of cake on his desk and then not open the website again for three months .

[wanderingxmoth]

hello, I like women, that is all thank you

[fatfemmefreaquency]

honestly hoping that doing that jordan peterson video tanks polievre’s shot at being pm/ winning even a minority government for the conservatives

like i know it probably won’t because canadians can be absolute scum and painfully ignorant much like settlers anywhere can, but uhh. “why you can’t buy a house in justin trudeau’s canada” completely proves (once and for all) that this guy is NOT in touch with the canadian working class and the issues affecting us

like. no one I know who’s working paycheck to paycheck now could have bought a house during the harper years

housing has been completely out of reach for most people i know in british columbia for fifty years now. the market was out of control well before the liberals were in charge of the country—and frankly the conservative party is largely to blame with their moves against regulating the housing market

(don’t get me wrong the liberals are just as bad)

but like. how completely ignorant of the material realities the working class deals with do you have to be to bemoan how it’s only recently that housing in canada became too expensive for people to buy homes? and with jordan peterson? way to advertise the silver spoon in your own mouth

i hate this smarmy racist prick so goddamn much. i hope he chokes on his lies

[youphoriaot7]

CELLBIT!

The global chat somehow seems even more frantic than usual this afternoon, and he blinks blearily at the messages rocketing across the screen. The tell-tale red blinking dot of notifications is practically going haywire: private chats from Pac and Bagi, calls from Philza and Bad, messages mentioning him from Fit, Pierre, Tubbo, Baghera—

This feels like a lot, even for an average Wednesday.

Cellbit: Okay, okay, hold on. I'm on my way to spawn now.

Strapping the communicator to his arm, Cellbit tugs his jacket on as he makes his way towards the waypoint across the bridge. He's just barely awake, but something is pulling at his insides: wrong, wrong, wrong.

He wasn't out for that long. What could have possibly happened?

Taking a deep breath, his hands slide across the polished stone surface of the waypoint, and in moments, he's arrived at the main square.

Immediately, there's a barrage of voices that hit his ears. Instinctively pressing a hand to his forehead, he pushes his way out of the subway, staring in disbelief at the large gathering of people in the main square.

Bagi spots him first, quickly yanking him to the side, yelling in her traditional rapid-fire Portuguese. At the same time, he can see Pac talking to Bad nearby, the two of them clearly upset—he knows both of them well enough to see something is wrong.

Tubbo catches sight of him next, and at that point, the jig is up. Whatever Bagi had been trying to tell him is instantly drowned out by the younger's typical loud tone—which immediately catches everyone else's attention as well. Fit grabs the back of Tubbo's apron to yank him backwards towards him and Phil, who stands there shaking his head with arms crossed, but it's already too late: the damage is done.

Pierre is shouting greetings to him in his typical joyous manner, which doesn't seem to match the rest of the group's energy. Baghera seems somewhat frantic, frustrated and upset as she tugs on his arm. Cellbit manages to catch his husband's eye from across the square where he's chatting with a hyperactive Foolish, and Roier simply gives him a sympathetic look.

...something bad has happened.

Everyone is talking at once, and Cellbit rubs a hand to his temples as he tries (in vain) to quiet the group. Only some words ever catch his attention through the wide chorus of voices—"Nether," "worry," and the increasingly common cries of "what are we going to do?"

"Alright, alright, calm down!"

Eventually, with Bagi's help, he's able to get everyone to at least lower their voices, if not stop completely. Instinctively, Cellbit glances towards her and Pac, praying they know enough to clue him in. When he catches Pac's eye, however, the other man looks horrified, gaze locked on a spot in mid-air just behind Cellbit. Cellbit sighs, opening his mouth to speak—

"Good morning, Mr. President."

He can practically feel the blood drain from his face as he slowly looks over his shoulder. Sure enough, there looms Cucurucho, the damn white fucker staring straight at him with that hideous, frozen smile.

"...what did you say?" Cellbit questions, voice light-years steadier than he feels.

The bear doesn't move, repeating its words. "Good morning, Mr. President."

The square is so quiet, you could hear a screw drop. Silently, Cellbit glances back at Bagi and Pac. The woman has a look of sorrow written across her face, whereas Pac's fists are clenched in a show of barely restrained anger. "...wheres Forever?" Cellbit asks softly.

Bagi opens her mouth to reply—

"Classified."

Cellbit's eyes snap back to the bear. "I didn't ask you," he responds evenly—and he can hear a snort of pleasure from where Tubbo stands, even despite Phil's hand slapped over his mouth and Fit's hissed shush. "Bagi?"

"We think he went to the Nether," she responds, voice somewhat hoarse as she glances at him.

Pac nods. "He said it was a mission." His eyes slide to Cucurucho.

He doesn't need to continue.

Cellbit takes a deep breath.

...he has a lot to do.

[nitetime-moon]

[rainbeaudingo]

I have a hard time believing Kurogiri/Oboro is dead-dead. With the buildup we’ve gotten, and some convincing from other fans, I feel like Aizawa saying “nomu don’t cry.” And holding Kurogiri’s face really meant something. Plus, unlike all the other villains and heroes…we never got a final shot of Kurogiri/Oboro fulfilling his fate. No flashback. No heroic last triumphant “I am So-and-so”. Not even a full shot of his face-neither Kurogiri or Shirakumo, just an eye. And his portal to…somewhere.

I do, however, think Kurogiri is dying. Someone said it looked like his body was breaking down on a cellular level. I don’t know how true that is, but maybe being away from the doctor for too long meant his body went without Nomu maintenance. Or maybe his mission to protect Shigaraki means he ends when Shigaraki ends. Or, most likely, teleporting all the heroes from around the world(?) was too much strain.

But there still is the program working to restore nomu, and of all the nomu I think Kurogiri has the highest chance, being a high end and particularly reachable mentally.

No matter what, I hope Kurogiri/Oboro gets to choose what happens to himself.

For something lighter, there is still a light blue haired, red eyed child, with a destructive quirk, and a caretaker whose quirk is now damaged, and may be unable to help her manage alone.

[waffliesinyoface]

its always funny to me when people mention the protagonist of PLA "going home" after their arceus-assigned-duty is complete.

don't you get it?

Jubilife City is your home now.

[gaybearwedding]

hi hi hello i have been gone forever due to various reasons such as “work” and “mental illness” and “having developed a kpop hyperfixation that has been occupying most of my attention recently” but i need everyone to know that i saw off book live twice last week (in philly with a friend and then in nyc with my girlfriend) and it was truly so everything. i didn’t get many pictures but i did get a few and none of them are very good but one of them is of jess’ amazing stool balancing act and that’s all i need really

[hertareums]

So is adam kinda like underfell jedidiah

[gothteddiesdotcom]

the good thing about nothing lasting forever is it means your pain doesn’t either

[queer-lovebot]

Kevy Pregnancy Scare Fic!

god what if he tells wymack

HEY GUYS! Fun fact is Wymack DOES know and it’s so bad for him actually. He is the most. Stressed father on the world right now.

This fic started as a joke and became so serious. It’s (ofc for me) Kandreil. After a night of crazy sex, they realize they were NOT protected and Kevin May be pregnant with a little Josten or Minyard. Nobody is handling it normally <3

Andrew and Aaron may or may not have the worst conversation known to man (it goes okay). Kevin may or may not be planning to skip town for the next nine months. Neil is in fact handling this the best out of the three of them

Some snippets for your viewing pleasure

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 79/366 - Doctor Who

Darillium is dark, and it’ll stay that way for years and years like a held breath. That doesn’t stop him from being afraid to wake up with the sun intruding through the closed blinds.

The light would melt across River’s sleeping face and turn her into gold—circuit boards and cold metal.

But not without knowing how much she is loved, and by no one more than him. He’ll make sure she knows.

That’s their past and future. Now, she breathes. She scrunches her nose in her sleep.

He won’t close his eyes until he believes he couldn’t forget her.

[treebloods]

I am so tired of feeling lonely so my solution is to make myself even lonelier and sit face to face with loneliness

[seadem-on]

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