#this is my form of procrastinating

[1fishindices]

I am re-listening to Lullaby to a Dying World (Part 1) and all I can think about is how Angelo is too good for Ale. Angelo is trusting and optimistic, while Ale is sarcastic and more pessimistic, which makes their characters more interesting to listen to.

This is exemplified in this episode when Ale sarcastically wishes him luck and Angelo takes it seriously.

Another example is in The Ocean Oracle (Part 1) when they were worried about the other members of the Galahad revenge squad, Angelo starts to talk about silver sand instead.

Anyway in conclusion Angleo is the best and I still miss both of them now Second Citadel is over. Thank you for reading my completely useless rant and I have now wasted a good minute of your time :)

Honourable mention from Lullaby to a Dying World:

[third-king-of-salmonids]

SCREW ANARCHY SPLATCAST WE GOT OUR OWN THING

READY FOR A XTRA AIRWAVE? ITS TIME FOR

🐟 TRIUMVIRATE TV 🐟

WELCOME TO THE COOLER AND SWAGGIER ANNOUCEMENTS TV SHOW! ANYWAY, CURRENTLY IN ROTATION IS THAT BASTARD BOA-WAIT WHAT!? WE’RE GETTING A TRANSMISSION!!

WOAH!! ITS THE VOICE FROM THE DEPTHS!! IT WENT DING!! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS-

OH YEAH NOW WE’RE COOKING >:V

UH THAT SAID WE SPENT ALL OUR MONEY ON SNACKS SO WE DONT HAVE ANY LEFT FOR MORE DIALOG SO UHHHH PICKATEAMBELOWOKAYBYEEE

[jeonsupershy]

WONWOO  '17 IS RIGHT HERE' Global Press Conference

[faceeeeee]

Cw: blood and gore

Flumboposting time

[bunnieswithknives]

YO I LOVED YOUR ANIMATIC ON YOUTUBE

Also, are you on the "Peri's a bit more magically powerful but suppresses it bandwagon"? Because I noticed that Wanda and Cosmo have regular human ears while Peri doesn't.

Eneways Have a Good Day!!

YOU KNOW WHAT I actually hadn't heard that headcanon yet when I made the animatic but the more I think about it the more in love I am with the idea.

I would be so ironically tragic if part of Peri struggling so much to look human was a direct result of how powerful his magic is and having to suppress it ♥

POV the one thing you want most in the world ia specifically unavailable to you and you only because of something many would call a gift

[sapphireshineonao3]

Random headcanons in regards to age of the Natlan Trio.

Oldest to youngest is Mualani, Kinich, Kachina

I dunno, I like the idea of Mualani being the oldest out of the three. There are several reasons I can go into that, but I'll save the word count for now. On that note though, Mualani isn't the oldest by much. I think she could be maybe 1-2 years older than Kinich, but I'm leaning more on 1 year, so its a technical age difference XD

And on the other trio that has invaded my brain in the form of Ifa, Ororon, and Kinich.

Ifa is the oldest, since he's a well established and very experienced vet. Ororon is younger by like 1-2 years, and Kinich is the youngest of the three. Ironic fun since Kinich seems to act like the most responsible/reserved of the three despite technically being the youngest age wise.

[yokofukunaga]

sopping wet guy (literally)

[why-the-heck-not]

in that stage of procrastination that I’m thinking about figuring out how Notion works

[clever-name-change]

is anyone else going to make a Gravity Falls x Frankenstein crossover, or do I have to (I do not mind doing so at all, in fact, I would relish the task)

[chelsiegeorgia]

Oh Super Sonic how I love thee

[struck-by-the-rain]

ridiculous little alien baby

[peachcitt]

HAPPY LADRIEN JUNE EVERYBODY‼️‼️🎉🎉

this year, i am once again making everyone deal with my extreme self indulgence. wouldn’t be a @ladrienjune without it<3

read the first chapter of my daily updated fic here

see y’all tomorrow!!

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

i really like deoxys

[of-galaxies-and-black-holes]

misc panel redraw sketches and unfinished vash sketch <3

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

Hello Potato! 🩷 Would you be okay with drawing my oc n this character (Phillip Graves) together? If you don't feel like drawing both one or the other is perfectly fine with me! I'll be happy either way!

Here's a couple references...(Tactical gear is hard to draw sometimes so feel free to just draw them in plain tshirts or similar)

Also how are you doing lately? 🩷

today this request has finally sparked my inspiration like a wildfire! i hope you enjoy it :)

[thelordofgifs]

Happy Tumblr Milestone Saturday, congrats!!!

If you're up for a fic prompt, any thoughts on Maedhros playing a musical instrument?

Yikes so sorry this took three months to get to! Thank you for the prompt friend <3

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“I think,” says Maedhros, “I should learn to play the harp.”

Maglor stops what he is doing and stares at him. “Nelyo.”

“What?” Maedhros says mildly. “It is a key part of my own history.”

Maglor’s face twists in distress. He turns his gaze back to his work, organising the little bottles of medicines and salves on the table.

“The fiddle, otherwise,” Maedhros suggests. “Or the flute?”

Maglor makes a small, unhappy sound, quickly stifled. That is not what Maedhros wanted. There were few memories he dared cling to, in Angband, scared that in turning them over too often he would rub away the details, or else that they would be snatched perforce from his mind; but he does remember the clear bright sound of Maglor’s laugh, which rang so often and easily through the streets of Tirion. He has not heard it once since his return.

Hard enough to realise he does not know himself any longer – but to find his little brother a stranger is nigh unbearable.

“I was joking, Káno,” he says. “I know I cannot play with only one hand.”

“Oh,” says Maglor. He smiles bravely, although his eyes are wet. “I knew that.”

“Come and sit,” Maedhros says, and then flinches – it sounds like an order, and what right has he to give orders?

But Maglor sets aside his fidgeting and sits down in the chair next to Maedhros’ bed. He always balances the distance perfectly, close enough for Maedhros to see him without straining his neck, far enough away that the proximity does not frighten him. Today, however, Maedhros wants his brother near. He reaches out to take Maglor’s hand in his.

“I miss you,” he says, and then, “I miss me.”

“I know, Nelyo,” Maglor breathes.

“Shall it never again be as it was?” Maedhros asks.

“I think not,” says Maglor, “and yet—” He swallows. “I am glad that you are back, Nelyo.” His eyes bleed apologies.

“Sometimes,” Maedhros says dreamily, “I think I am still there, and it was only some facsimile of me that Thorondor bore back.” Maglor takes a breath and Maedhros adds, “I know that it is not true. My old self was lost long before Finno came.”

“Nelyo,” Maglor says miserably.

“Now I have upset you,” Maedhros says. Tentatively, he lifts his hand to Maglor’s cheek, and Maglor does not flinch in disgust from his touch. “And I only wanted to make you laugh.”

Maglor smiles wryly. “Laughter is in rather short supply, these days,” he says.

Maedhros has known that to be true for himself. But he did not think—

"Is the world so changed?" he asks. "Are you so changed, dearest?"

Maglor lowers his gaze. He looks rather ashamed.

"I should not have left you," Maedhros murmurs.

Maglor meets his eyes again, startled. "How you can say that!" he says. "When I—"

Maedhros touches his cheek again. "All the same," he says, "it has been hard for you."

"Nelyo, that is absurd," Maglor says. "You cannot possibly blame yourself that I grieved you – and while you were living all the time!" He smiles again, bitterly.

Was I? thinks Maedhros. But aloud he says, "Káno, I – I barely recognise anything of myself. May I not – at the very least – remain your elder brother?"

"You are always that," Maglor says, blinking away his tears.

"Then come here," says Maedhros, and he pulls Maglor into a hug, and does not shudder to feel his body so close; so there is still this. And if Maglor is a stranger to him now he still lays his head on Maedhros' good shoulder as he used to when he was very small, and they sit that way for a while.

It cannot last forever – Maedhros is too weak to sit upright for long. Eventually, Maglor lowers him carefully down onto his pillows and fetches the evening round of medicines, and once again he becomes the carer and Maedhros the patient. He is still very gentle, as he coaxes the bitter concoctions into Maedhros, and changes the dressings on his wrist. So perhaps the world is not so changed.

***

The next morning, Maglor is carrying his harp when he comes into the tent. He looks pensive, but not unhappy, and he smiles to see Maedhros awake.

"Have you come to play for me?" Maedhros asks.

"Yes, if you would like me to," says Maglor; "but first I thought you could try playing it yourself, if you want to."

Maedhros blinks at him. "Káno, I only have one hand."

"I can teach you some simple melodies," says Maglor, and then he looks uncertain. "But we don't have to – if you would rather I played instead—"

"I'd like you to teach me," Maedhros says gently. (That was interrupting – they will punish him for speaking out of turn – no, it is Maglor, it is Maglor who loves him. Maedhros knows that.)

Maglor brings the harp over to the bed and sits down beside it. He reaches for Maedhros’ hand. “May I?” And when Maedhros nods, he places Maedhros’ fingers on the harp, and teaches him the name of each string in turn.

It turns out to be possible to pluck out a simple little melody on the harp, even with Maedhros’ numb and clumsy fingers. Eventually, Maglor stops guiding his hand and accompanies him instead, smiling encouragingly as he does so; and the sound of the music is very sweet. And when Maedhros deliberately botches the tune, moving his fingers quickly across the strings in a rapid, messy glissando, Maglor's laugh is sweeter yet.