#this drives me fucking nuts

[salamispots]

it got turned into a 17" x14" pillow instead haha

[mustasekittens]

crackshipping spiderfist and i was genuinely tweaking out so bad i couldn't do my homework for like 7 hours. I've had rivals open doing NOTHING but staring at their models the entire time.

[vaguely-concerned]

you ever think about how the horrific thing dorian almost had done to him... is exactly the thing iron bull went to the reeducators to beg them to do to him. yeah. me either. for ten years straight now. what the fuck. wanna be my narrative foil dude. we could fuck about it if you're game and single

[henryscapon]

maybe i've missed it, because i know everyone likes to talk about the love poem hans keeps hidden under his bed in the devil's den, but i have not seen anyone mention this next to hans' bed

it's......it's a little wooden duck

and in the inventory, it specifically says dog toy

did hans whittle a little dog toy for mutt? :')

[a-dragons-journal]

I keep seeing "transotherkin" flag creation posts in the otherkin tag recently, and I just - takes your hands gently in mine. You are already otherkin. I don't know how to say this more gently, but - regardless of your feelings on other transx/transID identities and how well they are or aren't handled, transotherkin is a word that does not make any sense basically no matter which way you slice it. It's like saying you're transtransgender. It's already an internal identity determined entirely by your feelings and how you see yourself. If you want to be nonhuman/feel you should be nonhuman enough to be calling yourself transotherkin you are already otherkin - genuinely, what else do you think is required to qualify, exactly? And even if you well and truly are absolutely certain you're not already despite those feelings, you can just... become otherkin, or an otherlinker (a term that will yield more "okay but how do I do that" resources if you look into it), whatever term you prefer. It's okay. With all the gentleness in my heart, stop enshrining questioning doubt and gatekeeping-inflicted self-doubt as part of your identity and just claim the word that you have every right to anyway. It's okay. You're allowed. Come sit with us.

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

‘don’t watch dungeon meshi for the ships you’ll be disappointed’ ‘why does everyone in the fandom focus on shipping so much why can’t you just enjoy the actual story’

We did. We did enjoy the story. And if I wanted to read something that explores only the canonical themes and plot and platonic relationships I could just reread the manga.

Fandom has always been primarily driven mostly by shipping, like what the fuck were you expecting?? Dunmeshi is not unique in that way. And people are out here acting like a ship has to be canon for it to be enjoyable which is incredibly silly. Are y’all new to fandom or something? Is this your first anime? It’s okay if it is but like, maybe temper your expectations a bit.

Like, oh no people are focusing on their favorite ships when creating transformative fanworks! In other news, water is still wet!!!

[inkbomber]

something something robotnik phrasing his benign wants and needs as evil to give himself permission to pursue them vs stone's possessiveness and dark impulses being expressed as care and willingness to be anything the doc asks

[notbecauseofvictories]

Apropos of nothing, a mutual once suggested a series where the unnamed narrator of rock ballad "Stacy's Mom" slowly seduces every member of Stacy's family. I would like it on the record that I still think about that.

[arctic-mizikio]

From time to time I keep going through the phase of "I should just post very rough sketches for the sake of it" and seeing how much people come back to my Ayre design Here

Another take on an Ayre design I had a while back. Some sort of coral creature that grows to mimic a human body

Also jellyfish motif bc I just like to picture coral like jellyfish idk why

[20smileburgerstoagunfight]

I have not played pirate yakuza and I don't know if I'll ever get to, so maybe it's answered in there, but HOLY SHIT. WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH MAJIMA TAKING IT UPON HIMSELF TO PROTECT AND CARE FOR WOMEN IN REGARDS TO THE HANNYA.

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU BEFORE THE TOJO. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS. WHY WAS THE HANNYA IMPRINTED IN YOUR SKIN. WHY IS IT IN YOUR BONES TO ACT ON HER WILL, HER BLOODLUST, HER TENDERNESS?

ITS NOT OKAY ANYMORE. I NEED ANSWERS. WHY DO YOU ACT AS IF YOU CAN ONLY BE HAPPY WITH YOURSELF IF YOU GUARD WOMEN AND CHILDREN WITH THE FEROCITY OF A WRONGED WOMAN? WHY DO YOU ACT LIKE YOU ARE THE ONLY BARRICADE BETWEEN EVIL AND THE GIRLS WHO YOU LOOK AFTER LIKE THEY ARE YOUR OWN CHILDREN?

Why did someone look at you, a boy, and see a woman transformed by her fury, spitting and snarling, but crying?

Or did he choose to carry that wronged, angry, suffering face on his back himself?

[waterfallofspace]

this is so basic but: a desperate stifle

a stifle that took 110% of their power and concentration, and maybe still slipped out of their control

whether it's in failing a little in the middle, or a desperate vocal sound at the end that negates the whole purpose of a stifle

just a stifle rife with all the desperation and drive of their insane need to sneeze, no matter if it succeeds or doesn't

[hedwig221b]

Got tagged by wonderful people @patolemus, @demonicfaerie and @teencopandthesourwolf to share a wip, so here is a piece of my sterek twilight au (I'm going insane)

Stiles opened the door and was about to step out, when Derek called him.

��Stiles?”

He turned his head back, only to realize that Derek was very very close.

Stiles’ breath caught, his heart frozen in the sugar coating of trembling anticipation.

The sharp point of Derek’s nose touched his cheek, lighter than the wind. He inhaled deeply, taking the greedy lungfuls of Stiles’ scent into his body. Stiles fought the shiver at the thought of it seeping into Derek’s lungs, traveling with his blood, making Derek think of him, staying with him even when they were apart. It was a feral thought, new but so strong and lustful that it made his head spin from how pleasant it was.

Derek’s eyes fluttered open. His pupils were huge, with the thinnest thread of red wrapped gently around them.

“Sleep well.” His voice was a murmuring thunder.

Stiles swallowed against a dry throat, nodded, and got out of the car.

He walked in a daze to his house, his heart left in that damn Camaro. He stuttered through a weak explanation about his bruise to his Dad (he had to tell Lydia and Allison that he defended them from bad guys just so they knew), and stumbled upstairs.

The room was dark as he walked in. The soft light of the full moon lit the square on the carpet just below the window.

Stiles took a couple of minutes to glance over his makeshift board. With his lips set and his heart thundering in his ears, he tore it all away, leaving scraps of tape stuck to the wall. He then took a fresh sheet of paper, glued it to the wall, and wrote one word in bold black letters.

Werewolf

Stiles stared at it. The word glared back at him, standing out harshly against the white.

He capped the marker, tossed it onto the table, and took off his clothes. Thoughts swarmed his head the entire time, all at once, different and scary. The life and the death, the moon and the ocean, the secrets and their reveal. The thread of red wrapped lovingly around the black depths.

Derek.

Stiles thought about him the most. Something told him that it wouldn't be the last time, far from it. He thought about Derek's softness and his open desire to kill. Stiles’ hands remembered the heat of his hands. His neck longed to feel the coating warmth of Derek’s breath. His lips burned from the kiss that never happened.

Everything was so fucking complicated.

Except one thing.

It was the only clear thought in his head. The one that made his stomach clench from fear, his heart stutter from hope, and his lips stretch in a smile.

He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Derek.

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[fantasticalleigh]

visual companion to this post

Your mouth is open wide The lover is inside And all the tumults done Collided with the sign You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your body's over me

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You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me

TV on the Radio--Staring at the Sun

[fyoht]

oh my god. look at him. what a little bitch.

[macdennisnation]

forever forever forever thinking about how “first you lick it, then you slam it” wasn’t in the original script

[dipperscavern]

@cdragons & i were having some thoughts about secondincommand!reader.. specifically how she’d react to robb breaking his oath with the freys. believe it or not, they’re in love with each other. i don’t make the rules (yes i do)

tags — (@ghostinvenus)

secondincommand!reader who is the glue that holds the war camp together & keeps it running smoothly

secondincommand!reader who isn’t the strongest person out there, but don’t let that fool you. you’re often seen dragging 6’0+, 200lb northmen by the ear — giving them a scolding that would make tywin lannister look like a kitten

most problems are laid at your feet, not that robb doesn’t do anything, but the chain of command makes them be brought to you first. you have a knack for fixing things, and sarcasm runs through your veins where blood should be. you has nothing, if not the audacity

tough as nails, and fears only the gods, all the northmen call you doe. they say you’re the long lost daughter of stannis baratheon, stubborn as a mule, you’ll break before you bend.

so one can imagine how happy you are when you find out the king in the north broke his oath and married a nurse.

you give robb the absolute cold shoulder when you hear the rumors are true. robb and talisa stroll through the camp on their horses, and when you see them, you just stand there. theon glances at your stiffness, before you turn around and just walk away.

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

robb thought he was going crazy.

you had always been said to hold the camp & northmen together, and now, with you not on his side — he’s finding out how true that really is.

you haven’t spoken to him since he left & returned with talisa, abandoning his oath with the freys. if he asked you a question during a meeting, you’d answer the lord closest to you, as if he had asked you that, instead of robb. you had even resorted to speaking to him through theon, who found it hilarious.

“C’mon, Doe- you have to speak to me sooner or later.”

he’s this close to begging at this point. you merely turn to theon.

“Theon, do you hear that? It sounds like.. it sounds like a fucking idiot.”

theon nods. “Been a lot of those lately. Think it’s seasonal.”

robb runs his hands down his face as they both walk out, and eventually he confides in talisa about it. after all, she is his wife. she approaches you after a meeting, while you’re gathering her things to leave.

“I’m sorry if you’re unhappy with me, I’m only trying to do my best.”

you don’t miss a beat. “You’ve only put all our lives in jeopardy and half-way ensured we lose the war. Why should I be unhappy with you?”

she’s surprised by your boldness. talisa swallows thickly. “Feel how you will about me, Robb is your king. You should speak with him soon.”

you turn around, looking at her, brows pinched in faux empathy.

“I’m sorry- I don’t speak with southerners. Gives me the chills.”

“I’ve been in the North for many moons.”

“How interesting.” you finish gathering your stuff, walking out of the tent with lord karstark trailing beside you. he leans over to rub your shoulders.

“I can feel ya’ shiverin, child.” you both laugh, walking on.

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

your silence was eventually replaced by nonsense, and robb considered letting the lannisters march in here and put him out of his misery.

you had taken to speaking the language of old valyria, for all robb could guess. and the men around him could be none the wiser, theon included.

“Karstark, you’ll lead the vanguard. And Doe, you’ll command the archers.”

“Mememememeh..” you said, rolling your eyes. theon nodded.

“Agreed.”

he thought someone would stop you eventually, but no, he failed to recognize these men adored you. their little doe, a spitfire who could demand their lives & they’d fall on their swords.

“Stew good, Doe?” he asked, walking by the campfire you sat at.

“Ehmemememeh..” you said, shaking your head. the men sat around you only nodded, murmurs of agreement to each other spilling from their lips.

and when you did start talking to robb again (in the common tongue), he almost wished for the silence to return. no he didn’t.

“Glad you’ve started speaking with me again.”

“Tell me, how much speaking will we be doing if Walder Frey decides to behead us?”

he opens his mouth to speak, but you raise a hand.

“If I die because His Grace, King Robb, saw a bit of arse & his cock forgot the oath he swore, I am going to kill you.”

he thought the northern lords were going to burst a blood vessel with how hard they tried to hold in their laughter. in the end, their efforts did not prevail.