#thought I'd share that too

[animelover20]

Me just laying in bed chilling the fuck out:

My brain: do you think doffy gets bad insomnia alongside his nightmares.

Me who's an insomniac that also has nightmares due to ptsd: *few seconds of thinking* he fucking would the poor bastard.. and it's not like anyone can convince him to sleep, what the fuck are they gonna do?

My brain: true..we should write about it.

Me: stop with the false motivation man you do this all the time.. not a bad thought.

[d-does-art]

Just a little guy.

More thoughts on this.

[juiche]

My friend and I had this (we thought) hilarious idea to do a glittery stickersheet of Ghost 💀✨ You know, these really corny, old stickers with lots of roses and badly applied glitter that you could find in magazines back in the day x)

[adamsrcnan]

is everyone even aware of how BAD jeremy is gonna lose his shit when he starts that ceramics class with jean tho. like his clay is gonna be flying all over the place bc he's gonna be too focused on jean's fingers in that clay. pushing it down to make the centre and pulling it out and then his fingers pulling it up like sorry jer bear you do not have a single clue what you have just signed yourself up for. he's not surviving this and THEN the teacher is gonna make jean help jeremy bc he's hopeless and pathetic and jean is gonna get up behind jeremy à la ghost and jeremy is just gonna melt in a puddle on the floor. his hands are gonna be shaking and jean is gonna be like "are you okay?" and jeremy is gonna go red like a tomato and just bite his lip and shake his head bc he can't get any words out and jean is gonna roll his eyes and be totally unaware the effect he is having

[starshakez]

To my non-sharing selfshippers: Remember, your F/O only loves YOU!

Picture their confusion or even disbelief on their face at someone else claiming to be their partner. To them, you are irreplaceable.

To your F/O, there’s no competition, you're the only one they could ever love. Your love is exclusive, special, and yours, and no one can change that ♡

[muzzlemouths]

can i also be beautiful if i am dangerous?

[warpedpuppeteer]

obsessed with the fact that not only is buck shown holding sunflowers, a lot of buddie interactions were also in front of the framed art of sunflowers, which symbolises loyalty and unconditional love but also unrequited love

something something buck (sunflower) watching from far away, always watching, as eddie (his sun) moves on...

[moongothic]

You know I'll be first to point out if/when Crocodile does a little Luffyism, so let's take a moment to appreciate it when Luffy does a little Crocodile-ism;

Like Luffy may be a silly lil goofball, but as he's said many times himself, he's always serious (in combat). And so Fujitora laughing at Luffy right in his face, when they're in battle and Luffy is completely dead serious... Yeah, the way he takes it like an insult gives Crocodile

[marshmallowgoop]

no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)

[salty-an-disco]

Concept: post-leaving the cabin ending Quiet and Shifty, because they're still gods, just in a smaller form, most mortals struggle fully seeing what they look like.

Quiet just looks like a shadowy silhouette of a human, with maybe wings that sometimes appear, sometimes not. And even the Shifty's Stranger heart seems like just a regular person, tho no one can agree what they actually look like.

People don't usually give them a second thought, but the moment they try to describe them to others, or get a good look at them, they realize it's impossible to do so and get headaches. Only Quiet and Shifty (and all their smaller pieces) can see each other for what they truly are.

[omint]

wip

[yodomimo]

Long time reblogger, first time poster. I hadn't planned on posting this, but someone at work encouraged me to show my work more and I'm nervous as hell but here we are! What better then starting with skystar angst I guess haha (I can't get them out of my head. Doomed yaoi my beloved <3)

With all the fanart I've seen of skystar (or even megop) and having them reflect on their holo-memories from before? Breaks my heart and I wanted to give it a go haha. (Apologies if the text is hard to read, like I said, I never really expected to post this and I cbf making it more readable, otherwise I'll never post it lmao. I put the dialogue in the description, in case it was too hard to make out lol.)

Alt Starscream without the holo lighting below.

[ingravinoveritas]

There is currently a video/screenshots circulating of Michael in costume on the set of GO 3 where he is noticeably holding an umbrella low over his head as he walks through the street. His face can also be seen in the video, and he looks visibly pissed off at being filmed. While I am absolutely not about to tell anyone else what to do--and because he's made his feelings very clear--I personally have decided against reblogging any posts of Michael on set.

I know we're all excited to finally see something after weeks and months of so little, but I can only imagine the stress that Michael is currently under from all of this--the situation with Neil casting a pall over the show, on top of him already taking the entire weight of production on his shoulders the way he normally does--and I hate the thought of him ending up even more upset because of this.

And again, it's completely up to each person to decided for themselves what to post or not post on their own blogs...but for my part, I'd much rather wait until Michael is ready to share any behind the scenes peeks or tidbits himself...

[blighted-lights]

no i don't know what angles are i just wanted to draw them again <3. they're looking up at smthing, maybe laser or buzz or ratbat

[adamsrcnan]

Just a little something short and sweet that i wrote for jerejean inspired by that hotel scene in the golden raven

Spoilers ahead !!!

Jean stares down at the tie in his hand.

As expected, Kevin's taking his time getting back to the room and Jean can't wait for him. Time is ticking. He'll just have to try himself. Frustrated, ready to toss the silly thing out the window, and apologise to Jeremy for his distressed and informal state later, the door behind him opens. Brown eyes and freckles he'd know anywhere greet him warmly. Jean doesn't miss Jeremy's smile or the perfectly done bow tie at his throat. He already can't wait to pull it off later with his teeth. He'd refused one of course. A tie being the lesser evil here. Jeremy was thankfully happy to oblige with that.

"You're not supposed to be here." Jean finally finds his words, albeit his voice is too shaky for his liking. Frustration at the tie and breathlessness from how stunning Jeremy looks all bleed together at the back of his throat.

"I know," Jeremy says with shining eyes and a blinding grin. "Felt your little tantrum down the hall. Came to check on you." Jean mutters something rude under his breath in French. "Easy," Jeremy replies, effortlessly matching him in his langauge. Their language. "You have to be nice. At least today."

He's moving forward now, the door already clicking shut behind him. He stares up at Jean, considering, before brushing away hair off Jean's face and holding his palm out. His lips wobble from restrained laughter and Jean sighs before dumping the offending material in his hand. Jeremy moves with familiar ease looping the tie around his neck and knotting it with expert efficiency. "Easier on myself" he'd say each time after that first one. Until he'd eventually learned to accept Jean's unwillingness to try to do it himself. Now, Jean is sure there isn't a single tie he's worn around his neck since that Jeremy hasn't twisted into shape for him.

It doesn't come as a surprise to either of them he'd need help for their wedding day either.

Jeremy lets out a breath as Jean stares down at him. He's just tightening the accessory into place when Jean reaches up to rest his thumb at the corner Jeremy's mouth, his fingers skirting over his neck.

"Thank you," Jean says low. Jeremy smoothes over the lapels of his suit jacket, his palms sliding over Jean's chest, the warm weight of his hands familiar and just as enticing as always. Not for the first time, Jean thinks they should just elope and be done with the whole thing so he can take Jeremy back home instead and have his way with him. He almost says the words out loud until Jeremy's smile makes him lose grip on his words.

"Always," Jeremy finally says back. "Nickel for your thoughts?"

"I love you," the words slip out before he can stop them - as autmatic as muscle memory. Jeremy's responding smile is slow and sweet, but noticeably amused.

"I should hope so. Otherwise I might be in the wrong place."

Jean makes a face at that, not wanting to hear it. Even as a joke. "No." he grunts, slipping his arms around Jeremy's waist and tugging him closer, leaning down until he's sinking into those brown eyes.

"You'll rumple our suits," Jeremy says with gentle scolding. "We've already broken the golden rule so we need all the luck we can get."

Jean doesn't care about rules. Those days are long behind him. "You broke the rule. Your rebeliousness never fails to be a nuisance."

Jeremy exhales a breathy laugh and Jean feels it bush against his lips and chin. "A problem child since birth i'm afraid."

Jean hums. "Marry me?"

Jeremy giggles, but Jean feels it more where their chests are pressed together than he actually hears it. "Okay," Jeremy says around a smile.

As if they aren't both dressed for the occasion. As if they aren't supposed to be walking down the aisle any second. As if in less than an hour or so they won't be. Officially.

Jean presses forward, and Jeremy meets him halfway. Their lips are warm and soft as they glide over each other in practiced form and full of affection. Jeremy hums against Jean's mouth, and again Jean almost thinks to hell with it all. Jeremy is already his.

But Jeremy wants this. And Jean already promised him whatever he wanted. So, he'll be on his best behaviour for him. Jean rests his forehead against Jeremy's as they pull apart, Jeremy pressing back playfully. His hands now buried in Jean's hair scratch blissfully over his scalp.

"Do you remember the first time I had to tie your tie for you?"

Jean grumbles and pulls back slightly, remembering the years of their youth and that unpleasant night. "I'd rather not," he says, bothered by the memory of the biting words of nobodies from their opposing teams and the bruises on Jeremy's neck from another man.

Jeremy sighs and strokes over Jean's jaw in a silent apology. "I just mean, all these years later. Who would have thought I'd be having to do this for you on our wedding day?"

Jean huffs, disapproving again and says, "I stand by my initIal statement. Horrid creations."

Jeremy laughs softly and pulls back, taking Jean's hands in his as he steps back. "You look amazing." Jean hates that such words from Jeremy still have heat creeping up under his cheeks even after all this time.

He tugs playfully at Jeremy's hands. "So do you, mon amour." Jeremy smiles bright and presses a kiss to the back of both of Jean's hands, his thumb unconsciously smoothing over the space on his finger where the wedding band will soon sit.

"See you out there?" Jeremy asks in soft french.

Jean reaches up to playfully flick Jeremy's bottom lip. "See you out there," he replies back, also in gentle french.

With that, Jeremy slips loose and drifts across the room. When the door clicks shut behind him Jean turns back, considering himself in the mirror. If someone had told him all those years ago in that hotel room he'd be here years later marrying that same gorgeous and once unreachable man that stood before him, Jean would have laughed at the cruel joke of it all.

Jeremy's work on his tie is effortless of course, and before Jean's thoughts can drift further, Kevin arrives back.

He takes one look at Jean's chest and says, "Oh you managed it then?" Jean hums, his body now buzzing with the thrill of watching Jeremy walk down the aisle to him in just mere minutes. "Well come on then, you spend another second looking at your reflection you'll start hating it."

Jean rolls his eyes and resists the urge to smack Kevin round the head as he follows him out the door and down to the hall where he knows Jeremy waits. Waits just on the other side for Jean, ready to meet him halfway and finally, finally take his name.

[thatfriendlyanon]

the mourner's almanac: a poetry collection || releasing april 25th, 2025

No one teaches you how to grieve a living thing. The Mourner's Almanac is my attempt to make sense of the losses I have walked through, grappling with intangible deaths and the absences they leave behind. Through these poems, I explore mentors leaving, families breaking, friendships decaying, and the weight of mental illness. But no matter how many graves I dig, I keep finding flowers breaking through the earth. For every lament I sing, there is also the echo of birdsong. So while this collection is an elegy of sorts, it is also just as full of the beautiful things that persist despite life's losses: companionship, healing, creation, hope. May this collection be a quiet companion through grief and a gentle reminder of the life that still grows beneath the soil. I am no expert of mourning, but I know this much: spring is on its way.

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