#well here it is anyway

[phantomchick]

Summary

A look at the kunoichi who's not a once a generation prodigy and not a genius of hard work, she's Tenten and there has to be a way to make that be enough. Becoming a kunoichi was the hardest and easiest thing that Tenten had ever done.

[spacewitchqueen]

[phddyke]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eda Clawthorne/Raine Whispers, Eda Clawthorne & Darius Deamonne, Eda Clawthorne & King Clawthorne Characters: Eda Clawthorne, Raine Whispers, Darius Deamonne, Eberwolf (The Owl House), King Clawthorne (The Owl House), Lilith Clawthorne, The Collector (The Owl House) Additional Tags: Spoilers for Episode: s03e02 For the Future (The Owl House), back to being sad everyone, raeda angst what a surprise, raine and darius are besties again, but that’s not the focus so it’s not in the tags, also the other coven heads are there but I didn’t mention them by name, Angst, She/Her Pronouns for Eberwolf, Dadrius, again not the main focus but it is there, Hurt No Comfort, Mentions of Death, Self-Sacrifice, In love with your ex Summary:

“I just like visiting Raine.”

[hinamie]

morning glory

[anna-scribbles]

emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀

more:

[triplefool]

[randomfandomss]

[feelo-fick]

...i promise i take him seriously i just keep finding shitposts that fit soooo well... i have folder with just shitposts that fit ominously well with him that i keep wanting to draw and then i never get to them HAHAHA

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

I love how on Tumblr, "media literacy" has become "Um, just because someone writes about this doesn't mean they're endorsing this. I hate all these media puritans ruining everything."

I'm sad to inform you that knowing when and whether an author is endorsing something, implying something, saying something, is also part of media literacy. Knowing when they are doing this and when they're not is part of media literacy. Assuming that no author has ever endorsed a bad thing is how you fall for proper gander. It's not media literacy to always assume that nobody ever has agreed with the morally reprehensible ideas in their work.

Sometimes, authors are endorsing something, and you need to be aware when that happens, and you also need to be aware when you're doing it as an author. All media isn't horny dubcon fanfic where you and the author know it's problematic IRL but you get off to it in the privacy of your brain. Sometimes very smart people can convince you of something that'll hurt others in the real world. Sometimes very dumb people will romanticize something without realizing they're doing it and you'll be caught up in it without realizing that you are.

Being aware of this is also media literacy. Being aware of the narrative tools used to affect your thinking is media literacy. Deciding on your own whether you agree with an author or not is media literacy. Enjoying characters doing bad things and allowing authors to create flawed or cruel characters for the sake of a story is perfectly fine, but it is not the same as being media literate. Being smug about how you never think an author has bad intentions tells me you're edgy, not that you're media literate. You can't use one rule to apply to all media. That's not how media literacy works. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Aheem heem. Anyway.

[sadagios]

double victory, was it? (it doesn't feel like one)

i saw a post about 3L!Grian meeting SL!Scar, but since SL!scar never died i figured he can't see any of the winners nor join them before the next session, and they appear before him as shadows. also, i thought 3L!Grian would be really happy to see a scenario where scar didnt die by his hand and actually won.

❀ bonus sketch ☘

[tempo-takoyaki]

"Are you satisfied yet?"

[darkpi-evan]

R: JAAAX!!! What did you do to her?!

J: Relaaax... Pomni just fell herself from the non-existent banana peel so it's her fault anyway

The Non-Covered shadow version under this post:

(Somehow, I felt guilt to see her eyes to me💔😞)

[psin314]

so i did uhh something to lucanis. firstly, i just wanted to see what he would look like if spite took over him and he turned into some weird creepy demonic creature. but now i think i can turn it into some kind of uuuh abomination uhh were-wyvern-crow-spite au. the creature craves violence blood and other stuff like that, but he listens to rook cus spite loves rook. lucanis is somewhere inside too. (or not if you want it to be angsty)

[superfruitland]

i see your joel arts and i come to ask for more joel......... you draw him so shaped.....

shoutout to me rewatching empires that reminded me of this ask from months ago

[cainternn]

when theres meshi in the dungeon

[just-some-user-hunny]

Nikto is chopping wood when it hits you. You're watching from your back porch door, a porcelain mug of hot chocolate cradled in your warm palms.

It's cold- far too cold for Nikto to be chopping wood in your garden right now. A thick layer of frost blanketing everything in sight- in which he had scraped your car for you earlier this morning whilst you were still in bed. He's still in his sleeping clothes; his thin black shirt that stuck to his body in a thick sleeve or fabric, and those baggy grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He's still refused to let you stitch the hemming- which is frayed and worn. Insisting that it is no use fixing it. There's no fixing it, llubov. I'll let it fray and throw it later. No use.

It was certainly a sight. He had drunk his tea down quickly once he noticed your shivering shoulders. Wrapped you up in that fluffy cream nightgown of yours, and set out to fill the fireplace. A silent promise to keep you warm. To provide. He had shot you a stern look at the sight of you lingering in the doorway- your pyjamas shorts and lack of slippers irking him. You wanted to roll your eyes at him. Used to his picking. You are a little warm soft thing. You need to stay warm.

"you're acting like a husband". You quip softly. Playfully, that smile that could warm butter on your pretty lips. "Do you want to be my husband, Andre?".

"yes".

Nikto's sincere raspy voice is sincere as he answers immediately- stunning you into silence. Glancing up at you to fix you an intense stare as he split the log with his hands. Something soft and eager in his eyes. Apprehensive on his own behalf, but filled with longing.

"you'll always be warm". He vows. Eyes filled with something- devotion. So tremendous, that it rattles you to the bone. His eyes meet yours, and you're not sure you can look away. Can't find your hands to sever the line. Pinning you down. He makes the first move- leaving the axe by the tree stump, shoes crunching in the glittering frosted grass. Approaching you like a weary hound.

"then in that case, may I mend these then?". You mumble. Now shy, your heart quivering at the intensity in his face. His hand meets yours as it brushes over the frayed hem of his sweatpants- a warm, halting hold. An unsure pause, you think... Before his shoulders relax a little, and his fingers wiggle softly between yours to melt into an embrace of hands. A gesture so sweet, so unsure and new to him, it was his turn to fluster. Feline eyes wandering from your eyes to your fingers clasped with his.

"yes. I... Let's try".