#the brainrot has taken over

[norvyarts]

"Everything will be ok, as long as you're one of my students, i'll protect you with all my power. So you don't have anything to worry about. Not a thing..."

[norupo]

Minthara Baenre - Baldur's Gate 3

[kandidandi]

@oobbbear pspspsps 👀👀👀

[allthefakepeople]

ok

more thoughts

i originally thought the order of events of s3 was going to be the blacklight party, which would lead to the hallway scene, which would then lead to the lake scene the next day and that lake scene would be the last scene

HOWEVER

based on what i've seen from some other people and after re-watching the trailer about 10 times

here's my prediction for the last few episodes:

this music room fight is ep 4 or ep 5, leading to the tension leading up to the blacklight party

at first we get partyboy wille

but then when he sees simon, he's brought back down to earth, while simon is just worried about whatever had gone down between them

maybe wille tries to leave and simon follows him and it's then that he asks if they can forget everything that has happened for the night (this part is purely a guess)

BUT i do think it will lead to the hallway scene

i think ep 5 will end with the lake scene and their "is everything okay between us"

which i think will actually lead to them taking a bit of a break just to figure out where they both stand and maybe they hate what they're turning each other into (again speculation) and i think this scene will be the last one of ep 5

THEN ep 6 will be involve

this conversation which i think could be wille saying he might be stepping down from his role or asking simon how he would feel if he did

and THIS is the last scene of the show

(please note i could be incredibly far off but it'll be fun to see if any of this ends up being correct because i was incredibly wrong about most of my s2 predictions)

thoughts?

[livelaughlambbam]

More doodles on the Old Faith language I impulsively made yesterday! I imagine the former pantheon of gods to have been very passive-aggressive and hierarchical so I made every noun they say modified based on how much they respect that thing, so they can insult each other and things that matter to each other within an otherwise benign sentence. Not pictured here, but there are 5 different ways to say "you", with meanings ranging from "you who I venerate" to "you (derogatory)".

[im-secretly-a-frog]

Plot Twist: The angel and the devil are Aziraphale and Crowley, and the third guys doesn't exist, they both just sometime masquerade as him to cause chaos.

i have an angel and devil on my shoulder but also a third guy who just tells me to do strange gayboy shit thats not really good or bad per se but it will make everyone in my life think im weirder

[hansoeii]

the honda odyssey, huh?

[demaparbat-hp]

If dangerous ideas didn't excite the imagination, we would never wander astray.

AKA the Gaang in an Arcane AU

[vifilms]

tattoo artist!vi who takes notice of just how beautiful you are the moment you step foot in her shop. it’d be the most difficult task in the world to not notice just how insanely breathtaking you are. it’s clear by the smirk on your glossy lips. you know just how good you look. caitlyn, being the woman she is, tries to jump in first. you’re just her type. violet would know, cait’s dated the anti-thesis of her since the moment you broke up. caitlyn kiramman loves pretty girls. anything she can do to be underneath them, she’ll find a way. you fit her bill. violet tried not to take offense of the ways your eyes light up taking to her ex-girlfriend. maybe you’re just nice. that’s it, right? two minutes, someone who is almost as gorgeous as you walks in and then violet forgets about you as her next client walks in. she tries to at least.

tattoo artist!vi who doesn’t stop thinking about you. it’s new york. there’s plenty of pretty girls she can drown herself in. well, if she could figure out how to ask someone out without her crippling anxiety suffocating her. she knows she’s somewhat attractive but her lack of knowing how to efficiently communicate it without sound like the weirdest fuck who has ever lived gets lost in translation. she doesn’t like how sure cait is of herself when she talks about you though. violet doesn’t even know you but seeing the glint in those aquatic-blue eyes make her want to punch something. it’s hard to even tell if it due to her budding crush or that it’s her ex. probably both but she ignores it.

tattoo artist!vi who likes to frequent bars on her days off. it’s when she doesn’t feel alone. it’s fun to bug her sister, powder. she’s always been more of a free spirit out of the two of them. an artist, a wanderer, someone who choses to bartend a couple nights out of the week just because she liked meeting new people, learning their story, what makes them tick. are they a mean drunk, happy, or will they burst into tears when you ask them how they’re doing? vi isn’t either really. she’s quiet, calm even, but tonight part of her wants to cry. she feels lonely, lost, and even a little bit upset caitlyn is your first choice. she only knows your name because of the clientele list and that just feels pathetic. violet’s never been the smoothest of talkers, she knows that more than she feels the blood coursing through her veins. she isn’t the girl and she’s perfectly fine with it. perfectly. fine.

tattoo artist!vi who doesn’t even enjoy work anymore. three months in and you’ve been cait’s girlfriend and the feeling only gets worse. it’s cliché. a little fucked, but being in love with her ex’s girlfriend? it doesn’t get any lower than this. she let it slip days ago, only to powder, thank fucking god. if violet knew one thing, she didn’t wanna deal with caitlyn’s wrath. according to maddie, she’d been a dog with a bone when it came to you. so protective it nearly turned into possession. she wanted everyone to know that you were hers and not anyone else’s. it wasn’t new to violet, cait didn’t like being runner up to anyone. it’s why their relationship ended in the first place, especially when the girlfriend feels inferior to the sister. when powder comes around to the shop, cait can’t help but wear her disgust all over her face like a poorly concealed mask. vi thinks it’s silly. the both of them are nearly the same it’s almost sickening. if only the other took the time to know the object of their disdain, they would see two peas sitting in a pod.

tattoo artist!vi who hates a messy shop. when personal items are left behind or someone’s station isn’t properly sanitized and clean. it’s why she’s here, alone on the sunday, the only day the shop is closed. it’s been too long since she did a deep clean, just a week or too, but that’s long enough for her. she’s always been proud of what she’s been able to accomplish her. even if she didn’t have much, a girlfriend to love on, or if her father was on the other side of the country, she had this. violet ink. it was her name out on the sign over seeing the street, the luminous violet led lights kissing the downtown street. she made it this far and she couldn’t let anyone run her off from something she fought so hard to build from the ground up. it’s why she was surprised when she saw you. your face free of makeup, your hair in it’s natural state, and you appeared more laid back than you ever were — in her shop. it feels like a fever dream she never wishes to wake up from. cait must have given you a spare key to the shop which she would have a discussion with her about that later because what the fuck? but it’s hard for her to stay mad when you’re standing there looking like a million bucks in the most casual pair of sweats she’s ever seen. it feels different to who you usually are. shredded of the image you maintain, stripped back, there’s just a softer version of yourself and vi can’t help but contemplate if this is the side you’re so reluctant to show.

tattoo artist!vi who stutter how some stupid joke, trying to break the ice and it should have made things more awkward than they already were but your laugh full of symphonies just makes violet smile. in her best efforts, she craves to conceal it from you but it’s impossible when you’re looking at her. she can’t help but smile — so she does. desperately, violet tries not to act nervous when you’re looking at her designs on the wall, not saying a word, just inspecting. there’s a chill in her bones she feels, a need for her work to be loved because if it isn’t? it eats her up from the inside out. maybe it’s embarrassing but she needs her work to be loved. what’s the point if it isn’t? it’s always been an extension of her soul, her life, and if someone doesn’t like it? all they say is they don’t like her. it may be the silliest thing in the world, but she needs to be adored. from a complete stranger, from the people who she’s permanently tattooing, and especially from the beautiful women violet can’t stop daydreaming about.

tattoo artist!vi who blushes when you tell her how much you love her designs. there’s a soft touch to her shoulder, your thumb lightly tracing circles in her sturdy bicep. it feel innocent enough but vi doesn’t give herself much time to think about it. painfully, she takes note in how your eyes soar when they make contact with her designs. even if it makes her cocky, violet knows she’s good at her job. clients flying in from all over the country, just to get tattooed by her. with your undeniable charm, you’ve convinced her to do a custom design for you but you wanna discuss it on sunday’s, alone. if anything, she should know this isn’t a good idea. you’re charming, gorgeous and the prettiest thing she’s ever seen. she should be afraid of caitlyn’s wrath, of what would happen if she found out, but it’s innocent…right? she’s a professional. no matter how much she’s attracted to a client, it’s never been an issues and she certainly won’t make it one now. vi nods and the second she does, you’re leaping in her arms, into her space. you smell of lavender and lilies, like spring in the beginning of march. a sun-kissed marvel aching for the shine of summer, for one breath of fresh air. it’s really all she wants, a moment to be in the sunshine with you, if only for a moment at least she could tell the moon about it. her best kept secret and she would cherish every bit of it. 

tattoo artist!vi who tries to keep her head down low as the weeks carry on. even when you try to make more of an effort to speak with her, the last thing she needs is caitlyn to take one final look at her and realize just how much she likes the attention. maddie already made one comment, even if it was light-hearted — it’s enough to keep her on edge. with the design being complete, all she needs is to tattoo but violet’s been avoiding you and what’s worse? you knew it too. in her true avoidant style, violet failed to go to the shop the last two weeks on sunday. the tidiness and damn right organization of her shop was suffering but she still had plans of avoiding it. rather avoiding you, but in her forest fire of a mind, it comes all the same. all of this is so trivial, so stupid, so tragic. it’s kiramman’s day off and violet and sevika are the only artists on hand today which means she’s overworked. the both of them are tired and violet just completed her last session of the day. she sneaks to the back enjoying the cigarette she’d been itching to have. violet’s on her second one when you corner her into the brick wall she’s leaning on. you’re too close. dangerously close, almost as if the fire you’ve created in violet’s lungs might cause her to burn from the inside out. it’s chilling how silent you are until you aren’t. you’re loud about the way you caress her exposed biceps, tracing the lines of her intricate tattoo as it crawls up shoulders and so do your hands. with a sharp graze, you scrap your nails across her skin as if you want to leave a reminder that she was in fact here. should she even even be here? letting you touch her in the way you are? but it’s not like vi has much of a choice when you push the hem of her tank top up to her ribcage, showcasing the flexing abs on her abdomen. it may be faint but there’s a happy trail, one violet wants to see your lips on but she’s scared to say anything, to move, to breathe. “caitlyn said you were ripped underneath. i wanted to see for myself.” then your touch is gone and you are with it. 

tattoo artist!vi who doesn’t show up on sunday…for the first couple of hours. violet thinks of that night, the way you touched her, like you knew exactly what to do before she even could think of what she wanted next. how on earth did you manage to paralyze her with a mere flick of your wrist? when your nails clawed at her toned abdomen, violet felt the stickiness in her boxers and you’d done all of nothing. she had to put an end to things, the private session, violet couldn’t do it. she didn’t want to be caught in some weird and perversed love triangle with her ex. in the back of her throat, violet feels the lump she constantly has to swallow. the only reasonable explanation is that this, you, is all some weird fantasy of caitlyn to get the last laugh. to fully degrade her in a way she couldn’t, not when you’re the person who gets broken up with. it’s not a secret caitlyn’s ego had taken a hit. to anyone, not being the first choice stings but to cait? it might as well be a death sentence and certainly it wouldn’t stand. 

tattoo artist!vi who isn’t one for confrontation but in the need to savor some of her salvation in her dignity, she walks in the shop. you’re still waiting for her. two hours later, you’d hoped she’d show. ”violet, you came.” it’s endearing but violet also sees herself the night before tangled in her black sheets, vibrator on its highest setting as she applies pressure to her clit, fingers nestled so deep inside her cunt as she hears your voice, thinks about your irresistible lips. violet wonders what you sound like when you come and suddenly the thought sends her hurling towards the edge. the smile you offer is almost like you can see right through her, like you know vi came to the idea of you just the night before. 

with a slender smile, you make your way over to her and suddenly the internal dialogue she created to put an end to this arrangement died on your tongue when she shrugs vi’s leather jacket off. she’s only wearing her wrap to cover her chest, not intending on staying for a long time. definitely not enough to finish the beautiful design she created for you. she’d get cait to do it. their styles were similar to it. your girlfriend has to do this. but you’re touching her bare skin. vi is losing focus as she feels the control slip into your greedy fingers. 

“i know what you’re gonna say.” 

“and what’s that?” 

“you wanna stop this, meeting me here, you feel like you’re betraying someone you love and you have too much integrity to keep seeing someone you so obviously want to fuck.” 

“i can’t—” but the words die on violet’s tongue. 

“sense won’t get to you, that’s something caitlyn didn’t understand. you think with your heart of gold. when it drips for someone, you’d let it bleed out if it meant you were saving someone.” you take a pause, slipping off your shirt as your pierced nipples are exposed. violet nearly begins to drool, her eyes unable to look away from your perfect nipples, the swell of your breast how perfectly they fall on your chest, she’s nearly salivating to be offered a taste. “my girlfriend doesn’t understand you’ve found someone else to be loyal to.” 

“this is not, um, i didn’t—” 

sweetly, you kiss her cheek. “it’s such a bitch isn’t it? your heart wants whatever the fuck it yearns for, no damn mercy on who it hurts.”  

violet can only think of how much she wants to be suffocated by your tits, forever trapped in this venus fly trap you’ve caused her to succumb to. with her best foot forward, she wants to tell you to go to hell, that you’re wrong about her — she would never do something like this — until she does. it’s all tongue and teeth, vitriol and lust spills into her mouth as violet pushes you on the bench, ripping your skirt to shreds with her bare hands. only to find nothing underneath. 

bent over the table, ass up in the air, violet wastes not a single moment and stuffs her face in your fat ass. with a gratifying need, she splits your folds on her tongue as she slaps your ass making you whimper and cry out for her name. it’s beautiful, violet thinks. someone needing her to bring them to the edge, and god, you aren’t shy about it either. never has she heard anyone be so loud and proud about sex. so goddamn confident in each moan you let fall from pornogrpahic lips, it’s damn invigorating. the first one comes easily, you spill over vi’s tongue as she moans back into your weeping pussy, liquid gushing over her face violet never wants it to end. the second time violet fucks you with her fingers, stuffing and fucking until there isn’t any part of you that isn’t undeniably shaking. the third time, you’re on top of her, the two of you finding comfortablity on the cot in the break room as violet lets you fuck her. 

exactly what she expects it to be; hot, rough, fast. slippery pussy rubbing against hers until you collapse on top of her, breast pressed against her binded ones. you have a feeling they are there for a reason and you don’t push, for once in your life, you let yourself succumb to sleep as you fall asleep in her arms. 

tattoo artist!vi who doesn’t see you for three months after she had the best sex of her life. even if it does sting, vi knows it’s for the best. six months in and you’re still with caitlyn despite your best efforts. surprising everyone, but violet for different reasons, you admit your slip up to cait but she forgives you. maddie and sevika make a game of it, trying to guess who make you cheat and when violet’s name comes up jokingly, caitlyn’s words leave an unsettling pit in her stomach. 

c’mon, what is violet going to do? look at her. she’s as loyal as a trained dog and i have you trained. don’t i, cupcake? 

tattoo artist!vi who focuses on her work, like a trained dog, she falls back into her routine. sunday’s aren’t as pleasurable as they were with you, or one sunday she should say, but she dismisses the thought altogether. pushing it to the deepest parts of her mind becomes the only viable option. she uses other forms of entertainment to get her mind off of you. powder thinks it’s a good idea to be here but she refuses to step foot in here with her. this is where my path ends, sis. i’ll be just up the hill when you’re ready. a not so subtle wink has her cringing and flipping her off blue-haired braided sister off in the process. this is such a good stupid idea but violet doesn’t manage to convince herself out of this situation she’s conducted for herself. anyways, it’s one night? no one ever has to know. from the moment she steps into the strip club, she knows she never should have been here. she keeps to the bar as she changes songs from the jukebox a few times. this has never been her scene nor will it ever. as she finishes off her class of neat whiskey, the familiar voice whispers into her ear, never thought you’d be here but i guess we’re both full of surprises.

[crimsonsoulpower]

They're also Duryodhan/Karna coded. Duryodhan gave Karna Anga and Karna did find out before the war that he was the eldest son of Kunti. So if he wanted to, he could've gone to Pandavas and demanded the throne but he chose to back his friend and support him in quest of getting the throne.

Similarly, Varadha gave up his biggest territory for Deva and Amma to ensure their safety and life. The movie ends with Aadhya pondering over how Deva is the rightful heir, son of Dhara who was supposed to be the Kartha and there is an army of Shouryaangas to back him if he chooses to get the throne for himself. But going by the current day timeline, he clearly didn't go that route. He didn't want the throne for himself. Instead he backed and supported Varadha, making sure he got everything he asked Deva for. Giving up his right to the throne for sake of his Varadha.

Varadeva are so Krishna/Arjun coded because Arjun too simply wanted his Madhav by his side instead of some grand fierce army.

Krishna meanwhile said no one, including his kin, his wives, his sons; literally no one was as dear to him as Arjun was. Something we see time and time again by Deva's actions. His own life, his pride, even the word of his mother don't mean as much to him as Varadha does. Even so young, he gave his word to help him however he could when his mother asked him not to return there ever.

[zevrra]

—please;

choso who begs to eat you out. begs and pleads while he kisses you one night; promises to make you feel good. his hands are as needy as his words as they roam your body and urge you to lay back.

“please, let me. please i’ll make you feel so good.” he mumbles against your lips. of course you wouldn’t say no to him, you could never say no to your eager boyfriend.

now he does as he promises. sits between your thighs, one hand gripping your waist while the other holds your hand. his tongue works between your pussy lips, melting against your clit, lapping at every inch of your throbbing pussy. his lips and chin are slick with your wet as his dark eyes flick to stare up at every expression crossing your pretty face.

he eats you desperately, moaning into every inch of your pussy, weeping at how you taste on his tongue. loves your sweetness, your whines, begging him for more and more; his hips move on their own as he grinds against the bed as he satisfies you.

and when you finally cum, against his lips and tongue, soaking his chin, he looks up at you with lust filled, wild eyes. a scarlet blush across his face as he leans back, showing you that he’s reached his own orgasm, staining the pants that he still wears. cumming in his underwear with just a little dry humping and eating you out like the pathetic, needy man that he was.

but he needed far more until he was satisfied.

[sweetercalypso]

Random Abby Anderson hcs because I’m never not thinking about her:

— always asks for a bite of your food and then takes the biggest bite possible without even trying (and doesn’t understand why you don’t like to share💀)

— cut her hair too short one time and had a fuck ass bob until it grew long enough to braid again

— loves when you put your hands over hers when you’re sitting together (she just really likes subtle pda)

— runs hot so she always kicks her blankets off in her sleep and wakes up sweaty and red faced like she just finished a marathon

— no outbreak!Abby would 100% wear those black boxers with the little red hearts on them. Ellie just wears plain black boxers but Abby likes the ones with the fun prints

— likes when you offer to braid her hair because she loves the physical contact, but secretly rebraids it when you’re done because she needs it to be perfect

— casually flexes all the time because she’s a gym rat and it’s a common occurrence for her to show off her biceps mid conversation

[takohebi]

SO, AZUL'S IN JAMIL'S DREAM HUH? :3c

[starfish-spencer]

Headcanon that Lassie knew what Jules's hair smelled like because he uses the same hair product

It would explain this:

Maybe Jules told him about a shampoo / conditioner brand that she really liked and he started using it and liked it too and now they both smell like peaches :)

[whiteboardartstudios]

more thoughts.

I will subject the internet to my brain worms

BUT

WHAT IF

this might be stretching things a little bUT

what if

before the Archivists arrived, the planet had little/no water

when the Archivists believed that Collector was killed by the Titans, they struck down the last Titan in retaliation–

– and as they left, a single teardrop from one of the Archivists fell

and landed on the barren planet

submerging the bodies of the Titans

and becoming the Boiling Sea

(this one isn't as articulate but I hope I still got the idea across)

You know, it is a pretty interesting idea, that Archivists assumed that Papa Titan had killed Collector, not trapped.

This would make them neglectful, not evil.

And it is interesting to think what would they feel from the realization that they caused it.

Denying the participation and shifting all the blame on titans? Guilt? Anger? Grief?

[shittybundaskenyer]