#unbearable sweet

[king-of-the-birds]

You say, "Well, I'm not sure it is a guy with a white beard." For instance, somebody a few years back said that God might be a woman. Well I must say, since Linda's died, l've thought, "Have I got a contender!" [laughs] That would be my most devout wish, I could handle that. She's a real good candidate - she'd be very merciful, yet tough as nails.

Paul in January 1999

[radiosmile]

Emily from Hazbin Hotel

[switchy-feathers]

neck tickles, but it’s someone burying their face into the lee’s neck and planting tickly kisses all over their jaw so they can’t fight it at all>>>>>

[pseudophan]

do you think philslion was Dan?

ok so i've always gone very back and forth on this, like any time i've read through the account i've been convinced it's dan but then as time passes i'm like ehh. probably not. and then i read the tweets again and am like hm.. no it is though...

@dnpbeats' masterdoc is a great read, if anyone's missed that somehow i recommend it, but i think for me there's only really one piece of evidence that usually has me leaning towards yes it was dan

without this one tweet, there's still a lot of interesting tidbits that suggest it could be, and all grouped together you get a picture that's like... well it would make sense! but it's kinda 50/50 cause i can pretty easily explain away most of it. some of it would be pretty big coincidences but not at all unheard of.

but obviously the kicker is

like, literally just disregard everything else actually. this is the one i can never get past because i just can't wrap my head around any explanation that would make sense because? lol? i month you? on nov 19th? come on.

also one thing i actually never realised until i read emma's doc is that phil retweeted that as well. which.... yeah.....

so i guess ultimately i do think it was dan. but i also think he's more likely to show full hole on the internet than he is to admit to this because that is so embarrassing LMAO. he can have his jokes about how he's a phil stan account but i just can't see him actually admit he ran a genuine honest to god amazingphil lion roleplay twitter, before they even talked to each other once. like he will take that to the grave. this is a challenge howell i dare you to admit it you loser

[emil1863]

[howifeltabouthim]

'He's looking for her . . . Not just looking . . . he's dying without her.'

Chris Whitaker, from All the Colors of the Dark

[loveholicc]

Like, I adore the fact that the utapri VAs at one of the Maji Love Lives, looked out into the audience and went "wow! There's a lot of guys here!" And some reactions, initially were "wait, you guys wanna be here, right?" Which was instantly met with, "of course they do! Hi guys! Can we hear from you?" So the crowd cheers.

Then blessed Morikubo pulls up with "welcome, my girls! Welcome, my boys!" and has just NEVER stopped. There were a few other greetings in character but those haven't stuck. But my girl and my boy. My girl and my boy are forever.

[br1ghtestlight]

hilarious that mephone4s was in the inanimate insanity finale only bcuz there's a super big fan of him on twitter who brian knew and he essentially Wrote him into the episode and voiced him for them as a lil surprise. this is why indie animation is so great. can you imagine if the bob's burgers writers were like hmmmm we gotta add ambrose to this episode. I know a guy on tumblr who really likes him. and then they just did

[girlivealwaysbean]

mann im going to get my blood reports tomorrow and im lwk scared

[andypantsx3]

shouto is the type of boyfriend who stays superglued to you as you make breakfast in the morning

[parcfermekisses]

George and Lando and the idea of forever

One day Lando would love to be able to say, "This is my husband, George".

He'd introduce him as his husband incessantly.

To everyone.

Including their friends.

Every time.

Whenever they meet up with Alex, it's "You remember my husband, George." Even though Alex has known George longer. Even though George has broken Alex's collar bone and he's got the scar to prove it. Alex teases them about it mercilessly, but it doesn't deter Lando. George glows every time, because Lando's so very obviously proud of them being married, it has been a long time coming, and anyway, the novelty hasn't worn off for George either, he's just not as public about it.

Lando imagines wandering into the Mercedes garage just so he can say he's looking for his husband – he's not sure they'll still be racing in Formula 1 when they get married, but he likes that fantasy all the same. Maybe they've moved on to a bit of endurance racing in their retirement, but he'd still go around the garage asking if anyone's seen his husband. Because he can.

(George goes a bit pink when the mechanics rag him about it, but it doesn't stop him sweeping Lando up when they finally find each other and making a show of kissing him. Because that's his husband.)

[good-beans]

I know most of our focus goes (rightfully) to the trial songs, but I genuinely believe Baptism of Fire is equally a masterpiece of meaningful writing and intense vocal acting

Incoming tag rant because I need to yell about this, feel free to yell back

[sincerely-sofie]

In response to my post mentioning being baffled by my younger brother naming a tynamo after me when he was playing Pokémon for the first time as a little kid, my boyfriend made a chart to compare and contrast + showcase the many similarities I apparently share with this Pokémon.

[robinuntamed]

Irrefutable

“You mean, would I have done it for you?” Lan Zhan asked with this hurt look in his eyes, and Wei Wuxian wished to have swallowed his tongue whole.

“No! No, no, nothing like that. That’s just stupid. All this hypothetical business is rubbish anyway, I know that—”

Even worse, this soft thing his face should not physically be able to do without shifting a single cun. “Wei Ying. I would give you my core.”

Ah, well. Hmm. No, there was no chance to process that. The worst part about life two was maybe how un-flustereably sweet Lan Zhan turned out to be: Wei Wuxian suspected he may have always been sweet, under the solid layer of embarrassment. Now there wasn’t even that.

“Shameless,” he managed, croakily.

Lan Zhan just looked at him. He didn’t move his lips, but he was smiling. “My life is Wei Ying’s,” he declared simply. “My body. My—” stopped only when Wei Wuxian’s hand was on his vexingly-gorgeous mouth.

“All right! All right. It was a stupid question and I’m a stupid man, we get it. Please, Lan Zhan, I can’t bear any more.”

“You will bear it,” the fiend said, after pressing an unfair tiny kiss to his palm.

“Mercy,” Wei Wuxian whined. His chest was too tight for all of this. For all this Lan Zhan, soft and lovely in the evening light, every line of him in blinding, overwhelming harmony. The room was beautiful, the best Jinlintai had to offer, and still seemed a crude backdrop; Lan Zhan was grace itself.

“Mm,” came his concession, or perhaps his refusal, since he pressed another kiss to the hand he would not release, then another.

“Lan Zhan. Lan—Zhan! Lan Zhan, stop, stop it, unless you’d like a puddle of melted Wei Wuxian and it’s going to ruin your nice robes and probably get sticky in your hair and Lan Zhan are you even listening?”

He wasn’t, clearly, although he did this thing with his shoulders that signified laughter, and Wei Wuxian did melt, just, his whole chest gone writhing and slippery and helpless, he was so entirely helpless against this. The only enemy the fearsome Yiling Laozu couldn’t match. And in fact, the battle was getting much fiercer, and unimaginably dirty:

“Lan Zhan, that tickles! Stop, stop, you magnificent arsehole, ah, ha, that, stop, stop, I beg you!”

Stopped only to give him this puzzled look. Something in his tone must have registered. “Did I upset Wei Ying?”

“No,” helpless, rubbing his useless eyes. How to explain this ever-raging storm in his blood of I want to make the whole world yours, and that would still not be enough? “No, Lan Zhan, you're just… perfect.”

He tilted his head the tiniest of angles, suddenly transforming into something so serious it scratched inside Wei Wuxian’s throat. “Not perfect,” Lan Zhan said, as if to make a point. He was mad.

“Huh?” nose scrunching when—he didn’t frown, but—“Lan Zhan. Come here.” Taking his face in two hands, his beautiful, impossible face, which still didn’t move and now was inconsolably, irreparably sad? What the actual hell? Wei Wuxian did that sometimes, said the wrong thing and caused this mini-avalanche, this earthquake which threatened everything good. But he wasn’t even talking about himself this time. What did he say to make Lan Zhan sad?

How dare he make the world’s most perfect man—ah.

Idiot, idiot, idiot. Wei Wuxian could strangle himself if his hands weren’t holding something much more precious. Pressing tighter: “Silly creature. Lan Zhan, let me promise you, the standards for perfection are vastly different between yours and the rest of the known world, but neither matter. You don’t need to be perfect.”

“I know.”

Yeah, he would, wouldn't he. “You may know it here,” Wei Wuxian said, as gently as he could, and kissed right above the bridge of his nose. “I think you might forget it elsewhere. Lan Zhan, you’re everything I could ever want. No, you’re far more than that.”

Slow, cautious blinking: fuck, Wei Wuxian really put his foot in his mouth this time. Lan Zhan looked afraid. Had he not—stupid, stupid Wei Wuxian, has he not been clear enough? Did he not do his best to reassure this miracle of a man that… he should be spending every second of every minute of every hour of every day solely on—

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said. His voice was so deep and so familiar that it settled him, even when it shouldn’t have.

“Lan Zhan,” heartbroken, “you know that I…”

He placed his hands over Wei Wuxian’s. “I know.”

“No, listen. This is important. You know that I—”

“Wei Ying,” softly, “I know.”

“Will you let me speak, you gorgeous arse. Listen. You’re the only reason I—”

“Wei Ying.”

Shaking him: “Stop interrupting and listen. You’re all that matters to me. I would work every day for the rest of my life to be worthy of you and I know I would never be; I would spend every moment on providing you every shred of happiness; I would go to the ends of the earth with a smile.”

Lan Zhan looked at him for the longest moment, then said, “Mm.”

“Mm? That’s all you have to say for yourself? Silly thing, did you listen? Do you get it now? Do you understand how breathtaking and crucial and—”

“I understand,” the bastard cut him off, the edge of his nose brushing Wei Wuxian’s. “My answer remains the same.”

“Your answer?”

The tiniest quirk of his lips, managing to look exasperated and disastrously fond: “Mm.”

“What answer? What are you even on about? Did I ask you a question? Honestly, sometimes you old men do drone on and on when something so simple can be said instead, and…” Wei Wuxian realised he was panicking, had no idea why.

“You asked,” Lan Zhan said.

“Huh?”

He made this face, half fiendish and half bashful, all devastating, and pulled away the tiniest bit until his one blurry eye became definite two. He was the dearest thing in the whole world, so much was true: he was beautiful, and perfect only in the ways that mattered, in the shape of his face under Wei Wuxian’s palms and the burst of never-ending affection that would ruin Wei Wuxian’s life. Running a helpless finger over full, red lips, rejoicing in the trembliness of it, of this joy. Lan Zhan truly was a miracle, and he was looking right at him so, so seriously.

“I would give Wei Ying my core.”

Wei Wuxian could only shut him up with a kiss.

[aces-to-apples]

Okay so I just finished Stray Gods. Holy shit.

[whirlpool-blogs]

Tell me I'm your national anthem Red, white, blue is in the sky Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes