#which I also love

[ferahntics]

Mother and Son 🐺🌸

[willowser]

WOW finally reached the point in hsr with dan heng/imbibitor lunae.......interest skyrocketing.....

[b0rtney]

This manwha just said that if u r a woman and u r wronged enough, ur rage will become an act of creation so powerful as to defy god and prevent him from interfering w ur attempts to change the nature of the universe. And I felt that.

[anja-the-sane-panda]

Hear me out, Fanged Wanderlust

hides in the void

[ainarareads]

siblings

untitled by ada limón // sisters by holly warburton // brothers, chapter 50 of crimson rivers by @mayzarbewithyou // cain and abel by unknown // quote by kafka // olivia and dwayne in little miss sunshine // outgrow by lewis watson

[queer-reader-07]

my friend asked for fic recs and she's fine with smut but she said "as long as there's a storyline". like girl all my friends write fucking pwp i am absolutely scrounging for plot right now

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

sad that there were more songs from russ in 2015 that are no longer anywhere, i need to hear them

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Dotras incorrect quotes from Friends bc even though I have so many other projects that I love I am always thinking about Daughter of the Rain and Snow

Spoiler warning??? If anyone cares enough about this fic that they want to avoid spoilers??? I’ll put a cut just in case

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*Wylan and Jesper are babysitting for Kaz and Inej. Wylan is sitting on the floor with Sadja on his lap, and all of her toys are lined up neatly in front of them*

Wylan: Now, Sadja, another way to organise your stuffed animals is by size

Jesper: I’m sorry, is this a game for Sadja or for Wylan?

Wylan: Game??

*Kaz and Inej come back*

Inej: Oh, Sadja, look at all your stuffed animals lined up so neatly!

Wylan: ☺️ thanks

***

Alby: Prepare to feel very bad about yourself!

Maya: Hey, I’ve been preparing for that my entire life!!

Maya: … or something about you that’s mean (!!!)

***

Nina: Everyone I know is getting married or getting pregnant or getting promoted and I’m getting coffee!! And it’s not even for me!!!!!

***

Aimee: Kiada, do you think that your favourite animal says very much about you?

Kiada, slightly concerned: you mean like behind my back?

***

Jesper: It’s a moo point

Kiada: A what?

Jesper: You know, a moo point. It’s like a cow’s opinion, it just doesn’t matter. It’s moo

Aimee: … have I been living here too long or did that just make sense?

***

Stephen: In my defence, I was a lousy father

Maya: That’s your defence?

***

Aimee: I have to tell you something… but I can’t tell you

Inej: Okay… wouldn’t it be better if you had to tell me something you could tell me?

Aimee: Well, yeah, in a perfect world!

[cephaloprincess]

rlly dumb joke i made after my friend suggested Liy mirror pronouns but in like a devious pronoun thief sort of way

[orangeshipper]

I neeeeed to talk about the final chapter of Pawn in Frankincense because, oh my.

It's SO painful, so raw and stark, but also SO beautiful and moving?? How do you combine those things so flawlessly?

If I screamed, you wouldn’t like it, Lymond had said. And because the anguish could now no longer be borne, and because he would not scream, he was using the uncontrollable voice, the trumpet of suffering and conduit of impossible sorrows. And he had dressed it, as a burning ship sets out her fragments of bunting, with the trappings of poetry. Agony spoke in the ringing, uneven voice, but decently transmuted into the words of the poets, flowing onwards and onwards, verse after verse, tongue after tongue.

(Pawn in Frankincense, ch 29, Volos)

I MEAN.

On the one hand, I'm wrecked by what's happening to Lymond, the trauma of everything he's been through and is suffering, the beauty of Marthe's care for him. On the other hand, I am wildly entertained by how Extra it is that Francis doesn't deal with withdrawal like a normal person, screaming, no... he screams POETRY.

And I'm remaining floored that, the more I read these books (this was my fourth read of PiF), the more I'm being hit in the face with how freaking stunning they are. I think I was so drained the first read through, and now I'm here like just... let me wallow in this beauty.

[strangeswift]

abby i’m going crazy over the how did it end? bridge. “the deflation of our dreaming” is SO SAD OH MY GOD? oh my god

NO BECAUSE SHE WAS SO INSANE FOR THAT. “the death rattle breathing” really gets me. the imagery has me running around like a hamster on a wheel, its so fucking visceral. and when she follows it up with “silenced as the soul was leaving, the deflation of our dreaming” the deflation evokes the image of a final breath being taken and the lungs deflating. LEAVING ME BEREFT AND REELING??? and “my beloved ghost and me, sitting in a tree d-y-i-n-g” the ghost is obviously their relationship personified, which just took its final breath and fucking died, and the idea of her sitting with that ghost is so heartbreaking already.. but when you add in the play on sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g it’s such a devastating reminder of the often childlike excitement that comes with falling in love and it absolutely turns that concept on its head because she is D Y I N G. the entire bridge is being SLEPT ON so thank you for this opportunity to ramble. and the fucking end of the song. HER asking how did it end. how did we get here, how did it come to this. i’m gonna rip all of my hair out actually.

[karlyboyyy]

Absolutely love seeing all this Angel Devil / AkiAngel fan art depicting Angel as this overly-dramatic crybaby soggy pathetic mess. Like we all just sorta collectively decided that that’s his personality around Aki, as if my man Aki doesn’t already have enough emotionally-draining dumpster fire personalities surrounding him on the daily

[silverchronicler]

Prime Report for November 2023

It's that time again, Dreamers! First day of November and time to look at all the stuff on the horizon. I may be jumping the gun just slightly this month but we probably won't get too many reveals until the devstream later this month so I'll probably add any developments in a reblog. Let's get to it!

Prime Access

Grendel Prime reigns Prime Access supreme with the Zylok Prime and Masseter Prime. They have not announced when or what the next Prime Access will be after him, but it should by all accounts be Gauss Prime. Hopefully they'll show him off on the Devstream later this month.

Harrow Prime and his weapons are in the vault, and Garuda Prime and hers are next in line. For a more in depth breakdown on future vaultings, I wrote up the next few cycles in my October post, which you can find here if you want to factor those into your plans.

Prime Resurgence

Zephyr Prime and Chroma Prime leave Prime Resurgence TOMORROW (Nov 2 at 2pm ET). Now is the time to obtain them, their accessories, and their weapons (Kronen Prime, Tiberon Prime, Rubico Prime and Gram Prime) or relics containing them before they disappear into the void again.

Coming to Prime Resurgence tomorrow are Nezha Prime and Octavia Prime. They bring with them Guandao Prime, Zakti Prime, Tenora Prime, and Pandero Prime, as well as all their accessories. This marks the first time that either of them have been available since their vaulting, which was about a year ago for both of them. It seems like this may lay down a pattern for the future of needing to wait at least a year of vault time before frames have eligibility for Prime Resurgence, but we'll see if it holds true.

Frost Prime and Mag Prime and their weapons are also still available until the end of the year. More details on them were also in my October post (link above).

If I get bored in the middle of the month maybe I will make a fun post predicting future Prime Resurgence candidates or something, we'll see.

That's all for now! We'll see how things change over the month. Tune in next time for more exciting Prime News!

[baby-xemnas]

Bro. I headcanon that Roberto can speak Spanish(even I don't know if they even speak anymore earth languages).

Now imagine that he speaks dirty talk in spanish to Meryl when they do the devils tango, but not only is just dirty talk, but also love confessions like, how grateful he is that Meryl is in his life and he will never regret meeting her. Meryl, sweet little Meryl doesn't understand anything, but is red like a tomato, because Roberto got that deep sexy smoker voice.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS

IF NOT ANYTHING HE HAS TO DO THIS IN ANY REGULAR EARTH/MODERN AU

[kelpo-cereal]

little comic about being used to stuff, and visiting other places. Also about how cool black vultures are

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.