#sorry for all the tags dang

[honeyspotpie]

Been thinking about this text I sent @capyfroyo last night....

[tarisilmarwen]

"Thrawn only joined the Empire to help the Chiss!"

Okay sure but have any of you bothered to self-examine why Thrawn chose to join the Empire instead of, say, the Republic, when that was still around? Or why he didn't chose to throw in with the Rebellion, put his tactical mind to use helping them overthrow the Empire quicker?

Could it be... perhaps... that maybe he values the Empire's military strength... more than he cares about the authoritarian tyranny with which it oppresses its own people?

Is it possible that he thinks the Empire's main problem is that it isn't effective enough, too much politicking getting in the way of sound strategy, but if he's around (and in charge) he can guide things so that those annoying little wrinkles (AKA the pockets of discontent and rebellion and fully justified anger at their rights and freedoms being trampled on) are all smoothed out and the overall Imperial machine is better, more in control of its assets, a stronger more unified bulwark against the outergalactic threat of the Grysk or the Vong or whatever.

Is it perhaps just a bit self-centered of him to only care about the Empire's ability to service his own goals and desires and be apathetic (at best) to the way it makes people suffer daily under its inherent systems? The Twi'leks and Wookies being constantly kidnapped and sold into slavery? The careless industrialization of arboreal worlds? The socialization and absorption of all private industry, forcing everyone to work through and with the Empire if they want to work at all? The systematic persecution of anyone remotely Force Sensitive? Is it not the mark of some kind of soul rot to be aware of all of that and go, "Yeah, but I don't care, they have the bigger guns, which is what I need."?

Maybe... just maybe... Thrawn has some Machiavellian tendencies and opinions and maybe this just might... make him not entirely a good person?

And maybe y'all should think about that before you come back and whine about his portrayal as a villain, as if all he has to do is explain to people that he did everything for a good reason and he gets an automatic narrative pardon for all of the shit he did while Grand Admiral that still needs to be addressed and answered for.

[voidsaber]

#9 pleaseeeee please i can't keep doing this

[hawthorne-swift-enthusiasttt]

Cozy Little December Nights (Nevermoor Fanfic)

Hi besties!!! 🫶 How are u guys doing?? I decided to be productive for once and write a Nevermor fic!! I currently have like, 12 unfinished nevermoor fanfics in my drafts that have been sitting like that for weeks but I managed to finish this one in a day lmao. No real plot, just a cozy little thing for winter <3 This fic is brought to you by my endless gawking at r/TheNightFeeling, the snow outside my window, and my deep appreciation for christmas vibes and cozy besties 👍

One thing you may notice: It's from Lam's perspective and I'm totally going off of headcanons here so she uses She/They pronouns throughout. <33

She stood silent, in the middle of the road. It was night. The dim luminescence from the street lights above pierced the snow-coated sidewalk with an amber yellow that shone solemnly. The air was cold enough to make you put your hands in your pockets, but it wasn't unbearable. It might have been because the wind was quiet. Small flakes of snow started to build up and melt on her soft boots, and her rich, charcoal black hair had bits of white scattered throughout.

They heard the faint hum of a car driving by in the distance. Speeding up, they jogged towards a lone wooden bench outside a small, cozy, cottage-looking home with a big window and warm fireplace light seeping out through cracks in the curtains. The light from the house reflected onto the bench and seemed to engulf it in a sheltering warmth.

She sat carefully on the bench, trying not to slip on the ice underneath it. Her hands rested in her lap as she absentmindedly fiddled with them, picking the indigo purple polish off her nails and sending tiny chips flying. She blinked twice. Her hair tickled her hand slightly as she moved a strand behind her ear.

Looking up, they could see the moon's ghostish beam shining directly on their face. They squinted instinctively at it's brightness, and focused their eyes on the dark night in front of them instead. It was stunning. The stark contrast between the light-as-air glistening snowfall and the black night backdrop would probably be seared in her mind for years to come. This moment. It was peace.

She looked back at the warm house with the warm fireplace and the warm reflecting light. It was kind of beautiful. Sure, there were spots where the cream paint had chipped away on the windowsill, and the front porch swing was old and rusty and looked like it had seen some rough days but...that warm glow. The coarse stone bricks and weathered wood on the outside held something so tender, so home-feeling, on the inside, and that made her soul smile.

As they were about to stand up and continue the silent, frigid walk home, they were stopped by a noise. It sounded like something between a "squeak" and a "creak". Being a short-range oracle, they already knew what was coming. They turned their head towards the house and saw a familiar face. A blonde boy with light blue eyes and fluffy hair stood there, hanging half-in and half-out the house, with a beckoning grin on his face.

"Lam? Is that you?", he asked softly.

"Yes", she responded

"Are you heading home? I didn't see you on hometrain this afternoon."

"I was just about to, yeah. Sorry I wasn't there..I fell asleep in a Relaxation Pod and only woke up 30 minutes ago. I hadn't realized this was your house, though. It's very pretty."

He gave a small chuckle and said, "Well actually, this is my Gran's house. I like to visit her around the holidays. She makes the BEST hot chocolate. Hey, if it's not a bother, do you wanna come in and try some with me?"

She glanced at the time on the big clock tower a few miles away: 8:00pm. They didn't need to be home until 9, so surely a sip of hot chocolate wouldn't hurt.

"Okay."

Arch smiled, leaning into the house.

"Hey Gran!", he called, "could you please make one more cup of hot chocolate? I've got a friend who wants to join us!"

"Will do, Archan", she called back contently.

The pair headed inside, and Lam hung her coat and yellow-striped scarf up on a hook. She gazed around the house. Lovely acrylic paintings of charming little countrysides were hung on the back wall of the dining room. The room's walls were a canary yellow that had an easing nature about them. Looking further, into the living room, they could see a soft, cream-colored wool carpet, with plush, squishy seating to match. The fireplace she had noticed from the window seemed to crackle comfortably. A giant lamp was turned on beside it, making the whole place glow invitingly.

"Your hot chocolate's ready! Careful, it's quite hot", Arch's Gran's voice sounded, taking Lam out of her cozy little reverie

She sat at the dining table, and watched as Arch dropped tiny, colorful marshmallows into his drink. He handed some over to her, nodding towards them.

"You want any?"

"Okay", she said, taking a few.

She dunked the marshmallows in the hot chocolate, sinking them in the liquid with the spoon, and smiling when they popped back up.

It was nice, she thought, spending time with someone who cared so deeply about them. Growing up with the pressures of being a princess, they were always so worried as to what other people thought about them. The comfort of having a good friend who saw her as equal meant everything to her.

She gazed out through the window, her deep brown eyes catching the gleam of one of the streetlights outside. The snow was still falling gently, and the sky had managed to become an even darker shade than it was when she saw it last.

I love cozy little December nights like these, she thought happily.

[thatonecrookedsmile]

"Gaze into the space between the pixels on the screen There, you’ll see a place between the signal and the screams Feel the oscillation of the crystal in your dreams Just switch off your brain and let it sizzle in the beams"

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It took a matter of months to finish this drawing. (/j, it only took. 2 weeks? I think? maybe a little less,but that's an approximate)

It's been a while since I made a digital drawing. So far between April and now I have focused more on traditional drawings with digital coloring. These are (mostly) cool to do,but it's nice to go back to full digital every now and then. This is one of the cases where the original idea and the final result don't differ that much from each other,but there was still a certain evolution from when I conceived the drawing and how I ended up doing it. The Main Thing of the original idea is still here,I just expanded it a little.

Also,the lyrics at the beginning are from "Tune Into The Madness" by The Stupendium and Dan Bull. Great song,and one that I was listening to a lot at the time I was reading the book (and much earlier too). Because,you know. Mix of horror and TV. It made sense. (And yes,I know this song is about a totally different game,and the TV context in both stories are very different (as far as I remember, it's been a while since I played LN2) but I thought the lyrics could match the drawing anyway + it's my chance to recommend peak, so yeah) Listen to the song, it's very good! (The video do contains flashing images and lights tho,so viewer discretions is adviced)

Also,alt. versions without the text,because I thought that without the text it looks good too (+ you can now see Bendy's face)

[surenschompychompers]

My Asexual Headcanons

Cassandra Cain from DC (sorry StephCass lovers, my girl is aroace to me) 

Jason Todd, also from DC (I was very happy to see this is somewhat common!)

Jason Grace, from Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan (@puzzled-pegasus thank you for opening my eyes ironically enough lol)

Stereotypical Barbie from Barbie (*chanting* aroace aroace aroace) 

Logan Sanders from Sanders Sides (it just makes sense for his role)

S'chn T'gai Skon from Star Trek (as I said yesterday; excuse him from the family sluttery, leave him to his books and romanticism in peace) 

Suwa from Namaikizakari (HE IS PRACTICALLY CANONICALLY ASEXUAL THERE'S NO TWO WAYS ABOUT IT but technically the word isn't used? At least in the translation I read? So I guess he goes here lol)

[thestrangestwatermelonofall]

i will never forget the time I was hanging out with two other people who were new friends and they were like "let's do a sonic fandub" and one of them started looking up sonic game footage on youtube for us to dub while we discussed who would speak for who and we decided I'd voice tails. But also I knew nothing about sonic at the time, i'd only seen the snapcube fandubs because I'd heard they were good and funny, I didn't know the plot or characters very well. I couldn't remember what they sounded like so while the other two started to say silly things in sonic and amy's voices I asked "what does tails sound like again?" And I was laughing because I was embarrassed and also shocked by how quickly they had started commiting to the bit of trying to do some voice acting and my friend just said "he sounds like a twink" and I could not stop laughing and I could not take the idea seriously and I just told them that I couldn't do the voice oops. And so we moved onto a different topic pretty quickly and just enjoyed the pizza we had while we waited for our other three friends to get back from the store

anyways all of this is to say that Tails is NOT a twink, he is an 8 year old little boy and my friend was misguided.

[kiwibirb1]

gonna write a fic where i kill anne one sec

[townofcrosshollow]

AAAAAAND IT'S HEADACHE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR

[nighthire-a]

the night is young but i am old so i will be here tomorrow <3

[floral-hex]

tl;dr: some science dorks poorly wrote a book about an interesting study but I’m too tired and grumpy to read it, much to my therapist’s chagrin

told my counselor I only read around 30 pages of a book he lent me to read for therapy. I’ve just been so overwhelmed with moving and depression and I just don’t feel like sitting down in my free time to read a book I don’t really have any interest in. Feels shitty, like I’m making excuses. I guess they are excuses. That’s not really a bad word, just a word that usually has negative connotations. Whatever, anyway, he kept telling me “there’s also an audiobook.” THEN LEND ME THE AUDIOBOOK! I’m not gonna pirate this book! I dont want to go sign up for a library card right now(I mean, yeah, I need to, just… ya know… takes a chunk of time I don’t feel like dedicating right now). Just… blegh. Definitely an insignificant problem in the grand scheme of things, but still annoying and still makes me feel like a failure.

It’s an interesting book, but the way it’s written feels so… basic. Like reading a high school english paper. I dunno, it just reads very amateurish. Really cool info and quotes, but just packaged so blandly. By-the-numbers sentence structures, like a student learning how to compose their first essay. “And then this happened. And then this happened. And then…” filler filler filler filler. Not that filler is bad, you gotta connect the info in a congruent way, but this is asbestos level filler! You’re padding it out with bad stuff! It’s making me sick! I told my therapist it was bland and he said “well, it’s a published study, so…’” and did that face like “what did you expect?” Listen, it’s not presented as a standard study! If it was just the facts with no flavor, I could understand that, I’d honestly like that a lot, but this book is presented as a self-help book wrapped in a (to me) very interesting story about the lives of multiple generations of seemingly random people, from adolescents to old age, and what they’ve learned about happiness along the way. You can make nonfiction books engaging, my dude! You’ve got this cool, generations long study on what it means to be happy, you’ve got a goldmine of compelling quotes and stories, and they still write a book that reads like a middle school text book! Bland flavor! Like plain mayonnaise! There’s no zazz! They needed to hire a ghost zazzer!

Also, not a fan of self help books. No matter how helpful, my brain just always lumps them into the category reserved for being told “just go for a walk,” “try to think positive.” Yeah, all good info, but it never clicks with me. Like the the quote, “there’s a difference between knowing the path and walking the path.” My therapist even says I don’t react to being told this stuff, that i actually have to experience it and learn it first hand. But still… he hands me a 300 page self help book 😕 ah well, whatever…

Anyway, I’m probably wrong in my review and I’m a fraud and secretly, unknowingly, actually hate books 🤷🏻‍♂️

[spacemanxpaninis]

It’s lonely at the bottom (two of your fandoms’ biggest ships are ships you hate)

[foxgloveinspace]

hello hello!

so i got my mark back on my sleep token visual analysis last night (still cracks me up that i went ahead and wrote about them lol)

and sleep blessed me with another dream about the band!

this was a super meta dream cuz like. okay first i dreamt that i went out to a concert with my family, but i can’t for the life of me remember who it was. after we left that show i went home and then dreamed within my dream. at least, i think that’s how it went. idk it just felt different lmao

anyways, the inner dream was that after i’d left the earlier show, i found out that there was a last minute sleep token show in my city (there’s the dream lol, they’ll never come here)

i got into the show and somehow at the end ended up between the barrier and the stage. vessel jumped down and was thanking the fans and so basically i was like. trying to get through the pathway between stage and barrier while he was following 😂

when we got to the end i stepped aside to let him by and instead got a hug and then when he stepped back he just like, held my face. dream-me may have teared up a little lmao

Sorry I kept this ask for a couple weeks, I liked coming back and reading the end and going ‘wow. That’s so amazing for Exie. I hope they have another dream like this soon.’🤣 I blame the cold for how weirdly sentimental I got over your dream🤣🤣

[bulkheadbignaturals]

GOODRA ART POST GOODRA ART POST EVERYBODY REJOICE AND CHEER

The brainrot has spread so much i am now making my own Transformers AU

Here's my designs for the main Autobot cast! (for now...... Also i can't design cars for SHIT)

[fear-is-truth]

⟢. 𝓢𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑺 — peter maximoff

𝜗𝜚 tags ; mature content﹒mdni﹒fem!reader﹒p in v

kinktober day three : aphrodisiacs

you’re standing in the kitchen, sorting through the groceries when you hear a familiar noise—like rapid munching. turning around, you catch sight of your boyfriend lying sprawled on the couch, stuffing his face with a box of what looked like chocolates. your stomach drops when you realise exactly what box it was.

“oh my god, please tell me you didn’t eat all of those!” you rush over, eyes wide as you snatched the empty box from his hands. he blinks up at you, a bit of chocolate smeared at the corner of his mouth.

“uh, yeah? you just had them lying around, and i was hungry… heh, sorry.” he swallowed. mouth agape, you simply stare at him.

“…peter, these weren’t regular chocolates. my friend gave these to me as a gag gift for april fool’s—they’re aphrodisiacs!” it takes a second for his brain to process the new information, eyes slowly widening as he looks from the empty box to you, then back to the box.

“hold on… you mean those kinds of chocolates? oh. oh shiiiiiit.” you drop your face into your hands with a groan. “yes, peter. and you just ate the entire box. like… the whole dang thing.”

he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking a tiny bit sheepish. “erm… what happens now? ‘cause, not gonna lie, i don’t feel any different.”

“yet.”

he looks like he was trying very hard to hold back a laugh, but it didn’t last.

“soooo…your best friend bought you sexy chocolates as a prank? that’s what we’re dealing with here?” you huff, plopping down next to him. “yes, okay? she thought it would be funny. i wasn’t actually planning on eating them.”

“well, now i’ve eaten them. what are we gonna do about it?” you rolled your eyes, poking him in the chest. “we? you’re the one who scarfed down a whole box of aphrodisiacs. this is a you problem now.” peter wiggled his eyebrows, trying to look sexy and seductive.

“oh, i don’t know… it might be an us problem real soon.”

•••

“ugh f-fuck.. keep going, keep going… yowza—yeah baby right there, sweet pussy’s gunna give me brain damage…” he babbles, head thrown back against the backrest of the couch. “peter… shut up…” you moan, rolling your hips down onto him, watching the entire length of his cock disappear into your pussy like a magic trick. the pink tip of his tongue pokes out of his mouth in an commendable attempt to stay silent. you lean down, capturing his tongue between your lips and start sucking, which coaxes strangled moan from him. “mghmm—c-can’t get enough of you,”

peter slurs between your joined lips, hand shoving under your shirt to play at your breasts. relishing in the delicious stretch of his cock, you arch your back and wiggle your hips, and it’s that exact moment that you feel a him twitch inside you.

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hiiii!!! Babes wow I’m so IN LOVE with the way you write soft Miguel!!! It’s the cutest effing shiz 🥹 I go very weak in the knees for a big grumpy indifferent man that is so dang painfully soft for their girl it’s such a huge turn on for my heart 😩 I also came to share that I’ve been imagining Miguel overhearing reader talk about how she’s never had a secret admirer and then a few days later she finds a red rose w/a lil note addressed to her. From a distance Miguel & Jess watch as she parades her lil rose around the others all smiley and Jess asks if he’s gonna tell her and he murmurs “let her have her little admirer” Like that mans got it baaad 😮‍💨

hiii!! omg stop it, that’s so fucking sweet!! thank you! and me too!! I love mean cold grumpy men that have a soft spot for their girl, like embarrassing soft and mushy for her!! it’s my weakness😩 that is the cutest idea. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

secret admirer

miguel o’hara x f reader

wc: 722

part 2 -> here

You were never usually one to receive spontaneous gifts from others, rarely one to have a secret admirer, so when you walk into your office and see a singular red rose with a small envelope attached, your stomach immediately somersaulted. 

A few days prior, you and Peter were talking about gifts and what he should get MJ for their upcoming anniversary, and then the subject of secret admirers arose. You mentioned how you've never been on the receiving end of those small romantic gestures and how you wished and hoped you could be at some point. To you, it was a simple flyaway comment, but based on Peter's solemn reaction, you couldn't help but think that he felt guilty.

You did ponder if Peter left it for you as a sympathy gift, but the red rose was a tell-tell sign that he didn't. So now, you couldn't help but wonder who gave you the flower. Who knew the passcode for your door? Who knew about your whereabouts? All these questions span in your mind as you walk into your office.

You reach for the rose, bringing the flower to your nose, softly breathing in its fragrant scent as you pick up the envelope. You place the flower down and glance around your office, looking through the windows to see if anyone's watching. Once you know it's clear, you open the paper and pull out the small note. 

' I heard you've never had a secret admirer before,

I'm glad to be your first. 

Spider-Man '

Even though it's tagged Spider-Man, it could be anyone. Literally anybody. Hundreds, if not thousands, of possibilities. But the one spider that first came to mind was Peter. You wanted to tell him about the strange coincidence and share your happiness about the situation. So you flag him down, rose and note in your hand as you search through HQ for him.

You finally spot him in the cafeteria with Jess and Miguel, talking over food and coffee. You hesitantly make your way over with a smile as you subtly wave over to him. 

"Sorry- sorry, do you mind if I borrow Peter real quick?" you ask, glancing between them all.

"Sure," Miguel softly smiles as he looks you up and down, noticing the rose in your hand. 

"Thank you, we won't be long. Hurry- come on," you say, tugging Peter's arm. 

"Alright, alright," he huffs, taking a final bite of his burger before placing it down. "What's so urgent anyway?" he grumbles, trudging after you as he adjusts Mayday in the Björn.

"You know how I mentioned the other day- about the secret admirer thing...?" you start, looking at him eagerly. "Well, look what I just found," you smile, showing off your rose and note. "I went into my office, and- and it was just sitting there, for me. A rose for me!" you excitedly gush, smiling widely. 

"No way?" he says, his joyful tone matching yours. "Let me see the note,"

As he reads through the letter, you glance around the cafeteria, your gaze honing in on Jess and Miguel, who were not so subtly staring at you. Suspicions rise when you notice them whisper to each other, heads together as if they're in cahoots.

"Hey Peter, can you do me a favour?" you ask, slyly leaning forward.

"Sure, what's up?"

"This might be really wrong, but I need you to do something for me. I need you to eavesdrop, please?" you say sweetly, hoping to mask the morally wrong favour you were asking.

"Seriously?" 

"Yes, please. And do it quick. Miguel and Jess- hurry,"

"Shut up then, so I can listen," he shushes you, chuckling.

He's quiet for a few moments, a slow smile creeping on his face as he listens in on their conversation. 

"What are they saying? Tell me," you ask, eyes keen as they dart around the room.

"I can't tell you..." he grins, shaking his head. 

"Why? Why not?" you playfully hound, gesturing with your hands. "Come on, please?"

"God, he's gonna kill me," he mutters. "All I heard was the end part... Jess said, 'Are you gonna tell her about the rose?' and then Miguel said, 'Let her have her little admirer. She needs it,' okay? That's all I heard,"

Your smile widens. 

The rose, it was from Miguel?