#the rest will be out and posted today

[hinamie]

so just know, I'm healing / even though it don't feel like it

insp

[journey-to-the-attic]

one thing about ik is that she will always reach out

[nellasbookplanet]

I've been thinking about Mollymauk, as I'm periodically wont to do, and the fandom discussion about him as a moral compass. Because the interesting thing here is, Molly wasn’t a very moral character. He was an unrepentant scammer. He had no respect for interpersonal boundaries and would deliberately push and break them. Generally, he was an asshole. As far as actually having a strong moral stance I would say Fjord was the standout of early m9, and to some extent Beau.

But here’s the thing: almost all of early m9 thought of themselves as horrible people. Fjord had been bullied so bad growing up that he still dealt with self-hate from it, and now suffered from survivor's guilt to boot. Caleb had killed his own parents. Beau, while she hated her dad, also had internalized self-hate and on some level thought she’d been such a shitty daughter she deserved his treatment. Nott was stuck in a body she considered monstrous. Yasha had survivor's guilt and knew she’d done bad things in her blank spots. Even when they did good, they didn’t think of themselves as good. Most of them were suspicious and asocial and faced the world with the same kind of distrust they expected to be (and were experienced in being) met with. (Jester was an exception, an agent of neither good nor bad but of amoral chaos)

But Molly was different. He was outspoken about loving life and people. He wanted to spread joy, even to people he didnt know or had even met: he slipped coin into people's pockets, hid a silver in a tree just so some stranger would one day be happy to find it. He openly cared for the party early on; was one of the first to step in and help Caleb when he went catatonic in battle. Above all, Molly had rules: where everyone else would agonize over what was the right or wrong or smart thing to do, Molly loudly proclaimed we don't leave people behind, and we leave every place better than we found it.

But the thing about Molly’s rules was, they were largely a cover. While the rest of the m9 thought they were bad even as they did good, Molly thought of himself as good even as he did bad. He scammed people, but made it a good and memorable experience, therefore thinking he gave more than he took. He charmed Nott and Fjord without consent, and when confronted would claim it was to help them. Out of the group, Beau saw through this, not because she was a better person but because she was a cynic. She saw that he caused harm, just as she did, and was personally affronted that he still thought of himself as good and tried to leave people happy, whereas she deliberately left every place worse than she found it.

I see Molly as a moral compass of the group not because he was actually any more moral than them, but because they made him their template. He was joy and brightness and he died trying to save them because it was the right thing to do, and they all chose to honor him by emulating his rules more than Molly himself ever did, because to them it was more than just a cover, backed up by genuine moral thought and discussion rather than small gestures. He taught them that it was possible to be kind of a shit person and still be good, to still love yourself and others. The idealized Molly they created never existed, and finally died for good when they resurrected him in the end and were met with a stranger, who they welcomed with the same love and care they would've expected Molly to show them.

[fairyhaos]

bro do u know who's an idol that i wanna gatekeep soooo bad? dokyeom. like this is a man who's so crazy talented that he's lead vocal of a hugeee group, belts high notes Just For Fun, is moodmaker, energizer, sunshine of the group, cute and funny and adorable and sexy buff all at once and is ALSO the leader of the incredibly successful bss on the side?? he's been in a musical, TWICE (bc he was so good that they called him in to reprise the show), and no matter how much he struggles he literally never fails to have the hugest smile on his face. he's caring and gentle and loud and bubbly and he's so fucking GORGEOUS. like it's actually insane how beautiful he is. people don't appreciate him enough and i think that this is a sign that we start gatekeeping him bc if lee dokyeom is gonna be treated with anything other than kindness and love, then others don't deserve to know about him at all.

[deserthusbands]

obi-wan, approaching cody who sat, propped against what he thinks is part of the at-te's leg, battered and bloody, placing a gentle hand on his arm: you did well out there, cody.

cody, grimacing but chuckling: ‘e couldn't have done it without you, general.

obi-wan: oh, i did the easy part.. the difference in appearance really proves that, hm?

cody: mmf.

obi-wan: we need to get you to the medic, my dear.. helix won't be pleased to see either of us again, but you won't be getting away with walking this one off.

cody, managing a small pained smile: yes, general.. permission to rest?

obi-wan, fondly, and ever so gently pressing a kiss to the clones forehead: permission granted.. you deserve it.

[nymdraws]

more of these guys ( + one deanna)

[happyheidi]

This is the Money Cat 💰🐈 reblog and money will come your way!

If u don’t rb, don’t worry.. it’s just a stupid tumblr post 👌

IG: ketzal_coatl

[piningpercussionist]

As densely packed as I could tolerate making it- Roxie doodles! (Vast majority of these are from several weeks ago I'm not gonna lie,,)

[doodleodds]

Happy Valentines, Akira. Happy Valentines, Asshole.

If you can’t read what Akechi’s secondary inner-dialogue says cause I obscured it too much behind his regular dialogue, here’s a transcription in panel order: Hello, you fucking- Ah- Hello, Akira! Fuck off, why should I tell you- Just a soda- there’s a new flavor.

I don’t want your shitty gift. Oh- haha! You’re so sweet.

I hope I choke. They’re lovely, thank you.

Like hell. Likewise. There’s no way it’s just a coincidence. Still though, it’s a funny coincidence.

[lucydoodlessometimes]

Daughter of the moon, child of the sun, forever longing for earth

(halo crown cinder has breached reverse au containment)

[hana-bobo-finch]

Shoutout to this draft I made a couple hours ago when I suddenly had an epiphany for how I could fix a part of my story and I was so excited that the only way I could express it is to write whatever this is but I couldn’t post it because I didn’t have internet

also it got marked as mature for some reason

[jadewritesficshere]

18+only

Steve rubs his eyes as he pulls the car into the parking lot. He yawns as he comes to a stop. Steve blinks a few times to get rid of the remnants of sleep as the passenger door opens and Eddie collapses in. "Thanks for picking me up," Eddie rushes out in one breath.

Steve hums slightly, reversing the car out of the lot and back down the road. "Can't believe the van died on me-" "seat belt." Steve interrupted, reaching across Eddie for the seat belt.

And if his hand felt against Eddie's chest, well who's to say.

Eddie snatches the seat belt out of Steve's hand, using his other hand to swat Steve away. Steve relents with a chuckle, going back to grip the steering wheel at 9 and 2.

"These are cute." Steve feels a tug at the hem against his thigh, causing him to look down. He got woken up so suddenly, he forgot to get dressed. Clad in only his plaid boxers, a worn grey shirt, and one tube sock, Steve ventured out into the cold night.

"Shut up," Steve rolls his eyes, batting at Eddie's hand just like Eddie had done to him moments before.

And if Eddie grabs his hand and holds it, well who's to say.

They sit in companiable silence before Steve clears his throat," Oh, by the way, I got you something." Eddie let's out a delighted gasp," Oh? For me?" "It ain't much, don't sound so excited." "Thee Steve Harrington bestowing upon me a gift? It's very exciting."

"It's in the glove box." Steve stares diligently out the window as he hears Eddie click the glove compartment open. He pulls up to a stop sign and stops. He can hear Eddie inhale slowly," uh Napkins?" "What? No-" Steve clicks his tongue looking into the glove box.

He reaches over and moves some napkins out of the way, finding the small bag. "Here." He tosses it in Eddie's lap. Steve grips the wheel harder, nerves taking over as he drives away from the stop sign. Its a stupid gift he thinks.

Inside the bag are a few things Steve had happened to find that screamed Eddie in his mind. A dark feather that shimmered in the light Steve had found outside the trailer. A random D20 Steve stole borrowed from one of the kids. A guitar pick he spent hours painting Corroded Coffin on. A rock from the quarry Steve had picked up after they had went and smoked there one night. A Polaroid of the two of them high, but Steve could see the love in their eyes as they smiled at each other. The ticket stub from the first movie they went to as a date.

"It ain't mu-" "Shut up this is amazing!" Steve blushes at the praise. Eddie's hand lands on his thigh, making Steve inhale sharply. "Gonna kiss you now," Eddie murmurs into Steve's ear.

And if they pull the car over and fog up the windows, well who's to say.

[fortjester]

my partner said i'd still get bodied by an emperor penguin as they took this photo

[elenadoeslife]

⛈

[non4ry]

stalking insanity

[harveylovesmike]

If I could do it all over again, I would, and I wouldn’t change a thing.