#that's such a sick line damn

[staruie]

where my fellow monster fuckers at 👅👅👅👅👅👅

[ratatatastic]

maffhew and sasha reuniting on the same line again just means we get the most "'hes mine' ahh face" cellies in the universe

cosmically this goal had to be overturned if not because it makes it funnier that they were all over each other only for it to mean nothing

dont worry matthew got a good goal for sasha 5 minutes later so sasha was able to hug him in peace this time

florida panthers @ minnesota wild | 12.18.24 (x)

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

I just want to remind everyone that Wallace is canonically the worse one to sleep in the same bed with.

Scott can be a bad roommate in every other aspect but GUYS Wallace is the one that canonically snores and kicks in his sleep.

Scott sleeps like a princess with his back against the sheet lying perfectly straight (and also taking all the covers) and Wallace sleeps semi-on-his-side and apparently just fucking punting Scott in the leg every so often (not to mention he talked in his sleep too) and I don’t know why this is important to me but it is.

Because when people draw them cuddling in their sleep it’s always Wallace being normal and Scott turning and snoring and shit but you’re missing out on sleepy-cuddly Wallace turning and snoring on Scott. Let that cringe-fail 25 year old be annoying. Istg.

I’m talking to the Mobillace people too btw. Not that I’ve seen anyone draw them cuddling in bed (which is a CRIME btw. Draw that. For me.) but like imagine how funny it would be: Mobile stays the night for the first time and the hot-weirdo is a bed-menace, snoring and kicking and tossing and turning and suction cupping for warmth and Mobile is like “I want him to be my boyfriend” THATS FUNNY! LIKE-

[runefactorynonsense]

Melotober - Day 7 - Clouds

Talk with me?

[in-study-hell]

Malik, how do you hold all that girlboss energy in so few polygons?

[genomesoldier]

I need to shoutout the Chance player who shot his flintlock at me (Telamon) because I walked up behind him and scared him apparently

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

i'm just a kid (i know that's it's not fair)

cw. olnf week 2024, pre!release, pre!relationship, step 2, day 2

pairing. sparkling leaves

notes. day 2 of @olnfweek2024. i actually hard a hard time picking between these two prompts so i used a wheel generator and sick days won so here we go. who said the interpretation of 'sick' had to be in the literal sense?

I’m sick of being a kid.

When Nyla was 10, she thought life would be one big adventure when she moved to a small town in Oregon.

At 14, reality has since set there’s little action to be found in the sleepy town of Golden Grove. 

Golden Grove is fine on the best of days.

When I was a kid, I thought I’d travel to the end of the forest. Mom’s rules be damned, one day she’d go further beyond the forest she ever thought possible and find something amazing. The grand adventure never came. Common sense and the desire to avoid being grounded would win and Nyla stayed on the beaten path.

It’s not that she hates Golden Grove. Far from it. But it’s hard to appreciate the location when Tamarack isn’t in it. Or to be more precise, when Tamarack is with her parents far from it. That has Nyla rolling around her bed anxiously.

Frederick and Nichole Baumann throw everything off whenever they visit.

Typically around this time, Tamarack’s cello fills the air as she practices a piece and Nyla listens cheerily from her room.

Typically around this time, they do homework together at the Baumann family dinner table.

Typically around this time, it isn’t strange if the two of them decide to head The Diner Table and share a stack of pancakes.

Maybe they’ll even feed pigeons at the park or walk through the forest they love so much behind their homes.

Instead of either of those scenarios, Tamarack is visiting her parents in Corvallis and there’s little Nyla can do about that.

“I’m sick of being a kid,” Nyla murmurs aloud even if she knows that will do little for her predicament. Allowances aren’t consistent in her house and with an education focused parent like hers, she’s too young for a job. Kids in the shows she watched always have some larger than life quest they embark on. In reality, kids her age have little to show for the emotional toils they bear.

If they were adults, Frederick and Nichole would have little impact over their lives.

If they were adults, no one would be in control of where they lived or where they went.

All of those decisions would be entirely up to the two of them.

Until then, Nyla O. and Tamarack Baumann’s lives are completely up to the whims of their parents. It’s just an overnight visit though, Tamarack’ll be back tomorrow. At least she’s supposed to; there’s nothing stopping her parents from deciding that visit becomes permanent.

.

“How was big city living?” Nyla asks with a lazy smile from her side of the booth. It’s the next day and Tamarack has returned from limbo and they are celebrating with breakfast dinner at the Diner Table.

“It was okay,” despite how her eyebrows knit, Tamarack’s lips quirk into a small smile. “Mom said that if your mom’s okay with it, you can come with us next time.”

“Trying to get us used to those long distance sleepovers already, huh?” Nyla replies wryly. She regrets her comment immediately when Tamarack’s smile falls and her shoulders sag. “It was just a joke,” it wasn’t. “It’ll be fun hanging out with your parents. I’ll actually get to know them.”

Frederick and Nichole Baumann are anxiety-inducing anomalies in the peaceful life Nyla has built in Golden Grove. They are scholars first and foremost and that takes precedence over everything, even their own daughter to a considerable extent. That picture doesn’t leave much for a positive interpretation of their character even if their actions led to Nyla meeting their daughter in the first place. 

Frederick gave Tamarack her eyes, Nichole gave Tamarack her beauty.

Both of them have pieces of Tamarack you can pick out but none of those pieces come with the warm familiarity Tamarack offers.

“What if we run away?” Tamarack blinks in surprise at your sudden suggestion and you repeat yourself. “Let’s run away together. No parents, no Corvallis, just the two of us.” In this old booth in the furthest corner of The Diner Table, it’s easy to pretend you’re grownups living your adult lives.

Yusuf is busy chatting it up with a trucker passing through the town.

A couple of vaguely familiar faces from Riverview rowdily discuss the most recent episode of Glee.

A trio of aunties dressed in faux fur coats and silver rings on their fingers enjoy their steak dinners and wine.

Who’s to say Nyla and Tamarack aren’t two women enjoying their time together before they hop into their car and drive to their shared home? 

They’ll own their two cats and Nyla will feed them dinner while Tamarack practices her cello one last time for the night. Then they’ll go to bed in the same house and in the same bed, not having to worry about whether or not Tamarack will be taken away. The idea warms Nyla’s chest even if reality dictates neither of them have cars, nor do they know how to drive. “We take off and get our own place.”

“No one’s going to rent out to kids,” Tamarack tells you pointedly but the smile on her face is genuine and she seems lighter.

“We’ll just live like Snufkin then,” Nyla raises her eyebrows playfully and Tamarack giggles at the display. It sounds like music. “We’ve already got the forest. We might as well start acting like we live in Moominvalley. I’ll build us a house and everything.”

“How are we gonna make money?” Tamarack asks incredulously.

We’ll live in a cabin in the woods, how much money could we need? They could grow a garden and rely on that for everything we need. Knowing some money would be helpful for the few times they would go into town, however, Nyla is quick to offer a solution, “you can play music.” Tamarack’s a genius at the cello, there’s no way she wouldn’t make money performing. “And we both know I’m gonna be a super rich novelist, we’re probably gonna move into a house before we know it after my first book deal.”

“You’re crazy,” Tamarack’s shoulders shake in her amusement and she’s grinning widely. When she smiles like that, Tamarack feels more like her 10 year old self. The version of herself that had all of the world’s confidence in one body. There are many times you wish the people of Golden Grove could see it but you can’t deny feeling special it is something reserved for you. 

Tamarack Baumann is special, she always has been.

It doesn’t matter if she’s a wild child throwing paper airplanes at strangers or the shy but determined teenager she’s grown into.

“Crazy about you,” Nyla agrees easily.

Rosy pink dusts Tamarack’s cheek at the admission, red eyes darting away in flustered satisfaction. Or maybe that’s what Nyla hopes from the way Tamarack’s lips curl into a small smile and her fingers fiddle with her napkin. A beat later, it’s Nyla’s turn to nearly jump out her skin as she feels Tamarack’s leg brush against hers under the table.

It’s rare Tamarack is this forward, not the way she used to be. Before teenage insecurities and anxieties settled in along with the impermanence of her placement in Golden Grove. Nyla likes Tamarack, Tamarack likes her. At least, moments like these tell Nyla Tamarack likes her just like how she liked Nyla when they were 10. It’s a fine line neither of them are quite ready to cross yet, but for now it’s fine.

“It’ll be fine, we'd work it out somehow,” Nyla ignores the heat of her face in favor of bravado and moves both her legs forward to twine around her best friend’s. “Just trust me,” she jabs her fork into their shared pancake stack. “My ideas are only bad 30% of the time.”

Tamarack’s cheeks are a deeper red. “Yeah,” she nods, dreamy and wistful. “Only 30%.”

[kushamisaru]

Hey who wants to be even sadder about Mizi and Till

[corallapis]

[laugtherhyena]

Y'all think my Greymon is okay

[smallphoenix13]

One line in everybody’s waiting that I haven’t seen an analysis for yet that I wanna talk about is the “ginger shots, vitamins” line

It’s obviously a reference to after that one tour when bojan got so sick the night before his debut movie premiere and kris had to stay up all night making him ginger shots to get through it

And you can see in clips of the premiere that bojan is absolutely miserable and barely even lucid, and then had to perform the next day (a performance that people would’ve understood if they cancelled, but I get the feeling that he would’ve felt guilty if they did)

And how stress and anxiety can make you physically ill, and how running yourself both mentally and physically ragged can just absolutely destroy any sense of fun that you had for your passion

And I just think it’s really interesting how just that tiny snapshot clearly made such an impact on his mental health. Especially because in an interview once he said that the most important lesson they learned from the band was “nothing is so important that you have to do it even if you don’t feel up to it” and I just hope it’s a lesson he continues to internalize

[aquilamage]

damn I can't believe they just put the Lost Kin fight in Downpour

uhh yeah so @cordycepsbian mentioned a while ago that there's a secret in Gourmand about what happens to Hunter and for some reason this is the association that won't leave my head. So I finally drew it. Plus some bonuses below:

(usual disclaimer to please not spoil what actually happens thank you kindly)

[chadillacboseman]

Feeling so very normal and well-adjusted about this man

[sysig]

Wake up somewhere better, maybe (Patreon)

[princessithaca]

'i love you, i'm sorry' by gracie abrams is a literati song to truly such a devastating degree. i will be on the editing software tonight good god

[frogaroundandfindout]

“Only I had never confronted what was wrong so I screwed up what I had…and then later on I screwed up again.”

Dick tells the vigilante what happened with Liu and the titans. Vigilante kinks him down and tells dick to get over Liu before she kills him (Nightwing Vol.2 #137)