#there's no pressure

[museaway]

Have dedicated the last few weeks to a fic for a rarepair with 13 entire works on AO3, 2 known pieces of fanart (plus one I scribbled in a notebook), and a fandom that basically consists of me, the friend who introduced me to the ship, and a handful of people who could not escape our enthusiasm.

[just-miru]

I had a dream about you again

!!!

what happened in the silly dream this time? :0

[shrubsparrow]

It's in the eye of the beholder

[sabertoothwalrus]

clocked back in to the chilshi factory, have more tallman au

[rotzaprachim]

not only are there no bad languages there are also no bad or annoying dialects

[nicollekidman]

sci-fi movies from the 50s-80s are so fucking funny because no one could conceptualize a universe where humans didn’t smoke cigarettes

[starredforlife]

hello for those planning on voting for kamala harris. could y’all start emailing or calling her specifically to pressure her to stop the genocide. even if you’re a decided voter, mention you are undecided and that this is the issue you would flip on. here I’ll leave a link where you can email

[marciaillust]

i like her a bit tormented

[theyoungprinceling]

[@fullmxtal-elrich Ling needs Ed's help]

For once, Ling tried to use Ed's front door and put the key he gave him to use. Unfortunately, his hands shook so much it was hard to get the key in the lock. He would've used the window, like usual, but he felt too dizzy and probably wouldn't have made it halfway.

Eventually, Ling collapsed to his knees and gave up on the key. Even if he got it in he wouldn't have been able to turn it properly. He took some deep breaths before he weakly slapped his palm against the door.

"Ed...? Ed, are you home?" Ling's voice was hoarse when he tried calling out. If Ed wasn't home, he'd be screwed sitting out here alone and sick. "I need help..."

[arrimorr]

Huh

[shandzii]

the sky

[calcium-supplement]

Paid back, in full.

[safaakhatib]

Journalist Ismail Al-Ghoul was targeted while doing his job. He was wearing a shield with the word “Press” written on it and a helmet. There is no international body that protects this profession. The profession of journalists has become a profession of death. For your information, my husband Mohammed is also a journalist and I am afraid for him. Please help us reach the target and save my family.

@malcriada @thedigitalbard @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @sibmakesart @sar-soor @sayruq

[tikhondownichi]

for a long time I was wondering how Seb gets into room with his size, but during today's run I noticed a bloody big hole in the ceiling how tf I didn't notice it before

welp here's a rough doodle of what I have in mind

[sunlit-mess]

No, sir. As long as I have a flash beacon, I'll keep fcking with you-