#this show is so fun i'm loving it so far

[kneworder]

poor guy

[bacchuschucklefuck]

caps from comic Im doing

[averlym]

litany of the martyrs (click for better resolution!)

[shelterdogswag]

watching dungeon meshi for the first time, currently starting ep 3, this is wonderful and i am very happy to be watching this finally

this is fantastic and i didn't expect to fall in love with the entire cast so quickly but i love all of the main party thus far omg

[lesausageperson]

I'm watching yu gi oh (starting with series 0) and everyone is soooooooo mean to him what the fuck. He's just a little boy. He's the littlest of guys why won't they leave him alone. Everyone get the fuck away. He's so small. Let him live his got damn life with his ancient Egyptian alter ego he has no idea about and his autistic besties

[pharawee]

Flirt Milk premiered a few days ago but I only just found the time to watch it... and so far I really like it? It's a fun and light Star Hunter show, so you get exactly what it says on the tin - plus a cast of interesting characters with interesting character dynamics (the awkward nerd is actually older than the rude troublemaker etc) with some solid film-making skills. I actually like that the characters are rough around the edges and not even necessarily immediately likable. It makes sense for them to act that way and leaves them with room to grow.

Of course then I made the mistake (every damn time!) of reading comments on mdl, and apparently people are really offended that when they're watching a Star Hunter show they're getting a Star Hunter show. 🤡 They're also really offended that the actors aren't up to their beauty standards~ (and what does that even mean?) which is just vile. Mdl comments - not even once.

But anyway, I'm invested now. Maybe this is another City of Stars rather than a case of Sunset x Vibes.*

*I'm so sorry, Sunset X Vibes - you just ultimately went where I couldn't follow.

[pianapplez]

Thought I'd post this because it blew my mind. A few days ago i was sitting by this shrub, and not even two seconds had passed that i was sitting there that this little guy caught my eye. We have a tree that is frequented by a pair of hummingbirds, so i was incredibly surprised to see that we had.. another, really teeny tiny hummingbird????

But no! Something about this critter struck me as very very weird. I looked up "smallest hummingbird" and, well, they didn't match up. Looking at the video i noticed the little antennae and decided to look up "hummingbird butterfly" and wouldn't you know it, it was!

It's actually a moth, but still. I'm glad i could get near enough with my phone to identify it.

[fennthetalkingdog]

Tumblr spamming billford and billfiddlesford has singlehandedly gotten me to finally watch Gravity Falls and I can't even be mad lol

[sysig]

The brainworms are winning, clearly (Patreon)

[leupagus]

Am I writing the Meereen scenes as essentially "1776" with less singing and more threats of burning each other alive? Look,

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Just then a group entered the library, arguing at and over each other. They were the most unlikely hodgepodge collection of people Tyrion had ever seen in his life: a young man in the rough spun smock favored by Meereen's freedmen, a tall bearded fellow wearing ornate robes that identified him as a member of one of the "great families," a woman dressed in the silk sleeveless tunic of a prostitute, and a half-dozen others, each more surprising than the last.

"All I am saying, my lord Hizdahr," said one woman, wearing a flowing dress and the choker that signaled her status as a Red Priestess, "is that your ridiculous notion of religious 'persecution' is so broad as to render any religious judgement meaningless!"

The tall bearded one slammed the door shut behind them and followed the group as it meandered its way over to a large oval table near a window, piled high with scrolls and books and half-written sheets of paper. "And all I am saying, my lady Kinvara, is that reducing the population via pyrotechnics is directly contradictory to achieving peace and stability, as well as freedom for all Meereenese!"

"Both of you shut up," sighed the man in the smock as they all settled into what seemed to be their usual seats. Thus far none of them had taken notice of either their queen or of him. One of the group, an old man with a white beard and a limp, got up almost immediately to totter over to one of the bookshelves, pulling out an alarming number of tomes with a thoughtful expression on his face. "And stop calling each other 'my lord' and 'my lady' when you're irritated, it makes my hands itch and I just want to wrap them around your throats."

"And you would be free to do so, were we followers of the Drowned God," snapped the one called Hizdahr as he rose to his feet, striding over to the old man and taking the pile of books. This evidently didn't put much of a damper on his ability to argue, however, as he twisted round to glare at the Red Priestess. "Any blood shed by a faith is fine, so long as it's your own devout you're killing? That seems to be your definition of 'religious freedom.'"

"Does the Drowned God punish its criminals by strangling them?" asked a young person surrounded by papers, fingers blue from ink and scribbling madly. "I thought it would be. Well. Drowning."

This seemed to side-track the conversation for a bit, and Daenerys moved away toward the door at the opposite end of the library.

"Who in the hells are they?" asked Tyrion as he followed her, before remembering his audience and wincing.

"Meereen's new Governance Charter Council," replied Daenerys, looking torn between annoyance and amusement. "They're drawing up a new system of laws and regulations for the city, as well as a system to choose their leaders."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. It still does," she added, somewhat reluctantly. "But tyranny has its advantages."

"For the tyrant, certainly," he agreed, and winced again.

Fortunately, she laughed. "Certainly. But I mean for everyone. A just form of government will still fail its people, after all. And then who do they blame? Themselves, for choosing their own leaders? At least with me, Meereen has someone to hate."

"Do they hate you?" asked Tyrion, somewhat surprised. Granted, he'd not had much chance to mingle among the hoi polloi, but the crowd at the fighting pits had seemed quite approving of their new queen.

"They don't love me."

Tyrion rolled his eyes. "Well, love. That always fades in the end, doesn't it?"

"Does it?" Daenerys looked thoughtful. They had arrived at the other door and a librarian opened it for them. She did not bow, he noted; simply nodded and closed the door behind them. Daenerys seemed not even to notice, mulling over his question as though it had been a serious one.

[tomaturtles]

Having a Fairly Oddparents: A New Wish watch party with old friends today 🥹

[bacchuschucklefuck]

the never stop blowing up vhs is where cute twinks go to get harmed

[memento-morri-writes]

I've been thinking a lot about how Rook's reunion with his former mentor, Zara, is going to go, and since I can't predict what the DM is going to have her do or say, I can only dwell on what I know is going to happen. Which happens to include taking off the illusion ring that's been hiding his injuries from her. So have a snippet of the description I have planned for that moment:

tw for description of (mostly healed) injuries

He hesitates, twisting a ring on his finger. Looking at it more closely, she can tell it’s very finely crafted, and must have been very expensive. A large emerald is set into the band. Rook sighs, and pulls the ring off his finger in one quick motion.  Immediately she’s struck by the difference in his appearance as the illusion melts away. He looks awful. His warm, healthy skin fades to a dull and sickly grey. There’s huge bags under his deeply sunken eyes, and his cheeks are hollowed, as though they have been carved out by an overeager sculptor. He looks like he’s recently risen from the grave.  While he was thin before, now she can see his ribs under the skin, and his collarbones are exaggeratedly pronounce. Thin white lines left by dozens upon dozens of recently healed cuts are scattered across his body. On top of that, faded bruises cover most of his visible skin, a mottled mosaic of purple and yellow. They’re clearly days, maybe weeks old, and she can only begin to imagine what they must have looked like when fresh. Bandages are barely visible under his shirt, wrapping around his back, hinting at even more injuries.

[mo-ok]

Dynaman ep24 /// Hoshikawa vs Hoshikawa Kitsuneshinka

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

on the helluva boss season 1 finale and i swear to god if this ends in stolas getting his heart broken i will laugh

[magnifiico]

if anyone is waiting for anything from me (be it an ooc response in IMs or some sort of beginning to an interaction), please know i'm not ignoring you or not disinterested! (ꈍ ‸ ꈍ✿)

i was sick all week last week and now we're diving headfirst into the holidays, so i've been a bit scatterbrained with remembering to reply to things — i guarantee it's me, not you ♡

ty for your patience; i'm stoked to explore dynamics together!