#their name's Mo btw

[allsketchesnononsense]

Thinkin bout that critter again

A critter....a creechur, even, perhaps

I need to name him

[twistedappletree]

love the junior scenes in the MDZS donghua where Jin Ling is standing with perfect, regal posture with his nose turned up at literally everyone and Lan Jingyi is next to him hunched over and shouting like a rabid swamp goblin

[aqukana]

mask girl is so depressing mo-mi and chunae did absolutely nothing wrong and got the worse end of the stick all because they're not conventionally beautiful

[player1064]

Footy RPF Fictober, day 4 - that night at the hotel

also available on ao3

been losing my MIND today (and every other day) about michael owen having a massive unrequited crush on carra. so. here's this. enjoy!

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Jamie’s pretty sure that Mo’s finally lost his mind.

And okay, okay, this is Mo he’s talking about – he’s always been a little bit weird, but ‘a little bit weird’ is not the same as ‘yelling at the new manager in front of the whole team because he’s tried to change roommate assignments’, and that’s exactly what he’d done the other week.

(He’d won that argument, for what it’s worth. So now Jamie’s sat in their shared hotel room watching La Liga coverage while Mo’s taking a phone call in the bathroom. Which is also a little bit weird, now that he thinks about it.)

Except – except. It had been his agent calling him, Jamie had seen the name flashing on the small phone screen. And Liverpool has always been the kind of club where the manager is king.

It’s probably nothing to worry about.

Mo walks back into the room after about ten minutes – shuffles, really – and he stands at the side farthest from Jamie and he stares down at his hands and he waits. He always does this – he thinks he’s being polite, not disturbing Jamie mid-whatever he’s doing, but it ends up doing quite the opposite. Jamie’s never had the heart to tell him.

He sighs and presses the remote to turn the TV off, then he turns to look at Mo. “Go on, then.”

Mo looks at him, and his eyes are sparkling, he’s biting back a smile as he says “Madrid want me.”

They’d just got back from the Euros a month or two ago, where Madrid had felt like a dirty word, like you couldn’t even say it for fear of creating another fracture in the already disjointed United gang.

And Jamie thinks: they bought Beckham when they knew they didn’t need another right-winger and he’s been playing like shit in centre-mid all season. And he thinks: Madrid already have Ronaldo. They have Raúl. They have Morientes. And he thinks: you’re just the shiny new toy they want to add to their collection and never, ever use. And he thinks: you’ll never come home again.

So he says all this to Michael, and Michael’s eyes go dark, and Jamie knows he’s said the wrong fucking thing.

This stupid, stupid boy. Jamie tries to fight his case, of course he does, but Mo – Mo is Mo. And Jamie is Jamie, and Stevie is Stevie, and just ‘cause Liverpool runs stronger in Stevie’s veins than football does it doesn’t mean that it’s the same for Mo. Just because Jamie can argue with Stevie ‘til he tells Chelsea to fuck off doesn’t mean Michael will ever listen to him.

Mo thinks he deserves better than what Liverpool can give him. He probably does. And now he thinks that Jamie thinks he can’t cut it, which means that now he’s going to try and prove him wrong.

“Like you wouldn’t go,” Mo spits out at one point during the ensuing argument, and it stops Jamie right in his tracks because – well – because he’s right.

Jamie and Michael are completely different from each other except for all the ways in which they’re not. Pride, ambition, obsession – never any of the good bits, that’s for sure, but it very suddenly hits him with full force that he has to let Mo do this, even if he thinks it’s a giant mistake. He has to let Mo do this.

He sits back down on his bed and slumps forwards, tries to will his heart rate to slow down, for the red in his skin to fade away. He grabs his water bottle and takes a few long gulps, then he runs his hands down his face and he looks back up at Mo and he says, “Jesus Christ, Michael.”

Mo’s bottom lip wobbles. “Jesus fucking Christ, Carra.”

“Yer gonna be a galactico.”

“Yeah.” Slowly, a tiny little hint of that sparkle starts returning to Mo’s eyes. “Yeah, guess I am.”

Jamie groans. “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” Michael breathes, and then Jamie makes the mistake of meeting eyes with him and suddenly –

The first thought that forces its way into Jamie’s head is Mo’s a good kisser, and then it’s why the fuck is Mo kissing me, and then it’s why the fuck am I kissing Mo back. Mo’s scrambled onto his lap and has his face cupped in his small hands, and the next thought Jamie manages to string together is eh, what the hell, and then he’s sinking back into the cushions and pulling Mo down on top of him.

His hands of their own accord reach up to spread across Mo’s back, and he leaves one firmly planted there while the other slips down, over his waist, his hips, until it comes to rest on his thigh. Or hold his thigh. Or grip his thigh so hard it’ll probably leave a bruise. Whatever.

Mo shifts his hips, just a tiny bit, but the movement sends a jolt right up Jamie’s spine. And none of this is like Mo, not even a little, and that’s when it finally, really hits him that –

“Fuck,” he breathes against Mo’s lips. He opens his eyes, tries to search for some kind of answer in Mo’s. “You’re really leaving, aren’t you?”

Mo stares right back at him for a long, drawn-out moment, then he squeezes his eyes shut and he nods.

Jamie nods too, more for himself than for Mo (whose eyes are still squeezed shut like he’s scared of what he might see if he opens them again). He takes a moment. He thinks.

He grabs the hem of Mo’s shirt and tugs it up over his head, runs his hands over the smooth skin of his back. Lets Mo get at his shirt, lets him look at him. Lets himself look at Mo. And then he kisses him again, and this time there’s a finality to it that makes it all feel just that little bit more urgent.

[web-novel-polls]

“Which version do you PREFER?” version here

[heloflor]

Two small details I love about Peach's body language in Showtime (putting under the cut for those who don't want to see any footage before the release):

1. After a while of standing still, Peach starts looking around in worry/fear.

2. When jumping in place, she stumbles upon landing and needs a second to recover (at least that’s what I think this animation is about?).

Idk, I really appreciate how this is a game with Peach as the main character, who is capable of having all those badass abilities through her outfits, yet the game still has those kinds of small elements to give this vibe of “Peach is far from the strongest person around but she’s willing to try her best”. It’s great!

[do-you-know-this-adhd-character]

Do you know this (noncanon) ADHD character?

Evidence below the cut!

First submitter said:

Wei Wuxian is an absolute genius who chatters like mad about anything on his mind, flits from topic to topic, gets kicked out of class for being disruptive and talking about (forbidden) ideas that just occurred to him, doodles and gossips and slumps in his seat in class because he's bored, and invents best under pressure.

A second submitter linked to this post and this other post and said:

While it isn’t outright stated, the novel he’s from is set in a historical Chinese setting, so it wouldn’t make sense to anyway. As for why I think he is, we see him consistently butt heads with his teachers due to his inability to be still and quiet in class and the fact that he often answers questions in unorthodox ways. He’s pretty much always moving in someway, something which is carried over into the novels live action and donghua adaptations. wei wuxian is described as a genius who could do pretty much anything if he applied himself and did what he was supposed to (and haven’t we all seen that on report cards, or in parent teacher interviews?) when he focuses on a project (or like. 10 at once) he tends to lock himself away and forget to eat or sleep properly. His workspace is described as cluttered and unorganised to everyone else, but wei wuxian is perfectly fine working in it- he knows where everything is, at least. He also has a terrible memory, which could also be explained by the general terribleness of everything happening, but is portrayed in a way I personally felt was very ADHD-esque, especially with the other things I described. He will pretty much forget anything unless he has it in writing or is otherwise reminded, yet somehow remembered a tune his friend sung to him when he was delirious, injured and half conscious 13 years later. That probably isn’t everything, but I can’t think of anything else rn

[rockchomper]

tiny little pesu

[mochimouiemarty]

Mime Bomb's actual name is Mike Bob Gaiman. source? trust me guys

[stanfordpinesenbyhusband]

Kitty :3

[vveirdnobdy]

Out of curiosity what are your age head canons for NMJ, LXC, and JGY. I have a fic idea I’m lowkey frothing at the mouth to write and I’m stuck on the age details rn

[valodia]

[fetching-sketching]

it's a dangerous game whenever dino (my cat) makes grabby paws because sometimes he grabs my arm to be cute and snuggle it while purring and sometimes he grabs my arm to Murder it with Violence and Teeth and to cause as much Bloodshed as physically possible

[11crowsinatrenchcoat]

Am I once again trying to bribe you into seeing my ocs? No. I'd never do that. Totally Not. If you would prehaphs like to see them? Here is your bribe!(I do offer up one of my most goobery wooberies and a sneak peak though)

I stg I draw too much. Forgive me for posting so many old things I have RECENT ones I swear. Soon, I promise.

[femmefaggot]

glad i didnt make the ocean angry n was just in the wrong place at the wrong time + according to take i gave it more than it asked for. he seems um. not happy tho haha yeayyy. not my fault. literally ok how is it even my fault for using magic that i didnt know Did That when the ocean told me 2 punish someone like maybe i wouldnt be so eager if i hadnt also literally told mo not to steal the ocean offerings and then h e nearly immediately does that. NOT MY FAULT HE COMMITTED AN ACT OF HUBRISSSSSSS

[4skinnedalive]

recently took on 2 feral barn cat babies, they’re very tiny but very mighty