#who can be shot into space

[mo-ok]

Mad Gallant

[ikol-art]

Saw a tag game that I liked.. not that I was tagged but I don't actually care, I'm doing it

Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone’s favourite.

Tagging @wanderingtrickster @charon-cries @gramnel @lokidanger @vvviktor

[d8tl55c]

me: waiting for shoe(s) to drop

Personified Alan Becker YouTube Icon: oh... buddy...

[flowerflamestars]

Rust snippet

“The problem with Morrigan,” Azriel admitted, knee sliding against the softness of Nesta’s dress, “Is that it did work, once.” With a primness that might have fooled, Nesta uncrossed her legs, framing Azriel’s thigh in a soft flash of bared skin. Casual. Close. But what tipped the odds was her mouth, smile developing an edge, delight. “How?” Azriel shrugged. “I was eighteen. Stupid. A girl like her had never looked twice at me.” Morrigan, a wilder, younger, less brittle version, had looked expensive. Like a person Azriel should not, under any circumstances, be allowed to touch. Four years of scholarship at private school had gotten him to college, gotten him here, and taught him too, to keep his fucking head down. Not looking had never made wanting any less. “And then,” Nesta hedged, sliding closer. “Never again? So”- “So I’m a fun challenge,” Azriel agreed, savoring that faint, phantom warmth. The ferric tang of wine, so sharp it turned right around into sweet. “It was stupid and meaningless then. Means even less now.” Nesta grinned, totality of the expression briefly breathtaking. “You must make her insane.” “Says the woman Cassian seems to think is going to have his babies.” He was sorry to see the smile turn to disgust, but not regretful. Full-body, her shoulders moving, lovely posture shifting. It was choice- it was a choice at all that Azriel had come tonight, against all better judgement, a decision that was now seeming wise to the point of psychic intuition- it was a call, and Azriel made it, skimming her bare knee as Nesta’s horror turned right around into a scathing little laugh. She watched him do it. Slow, smile stilling but not fading, as Azriel traced a curve upward. Nesta leaned forward, catching her chin again with one steady hand. “We should go to dinner.” A slow line, his thumb on her soft thigh, like Azriel could match the clear cut shape of her jaw, drawing him in. He cleared his throat. “We should.”

[laufire]

if it wasn't for joker's annoying plot armour I think I'd actually enjoy their dynamic in this run lmfao.

the joker: the man who stopped laughing #10

[afterlife-2004]

Reminds me of “The World Was Wide Enough”, a song from the musical, Hamilton!

[shoulderholsterfreak]

Here, because it’s become a hot topic of debate again:

I don’t like Thrawn because he’s good or bad; I like him because he’s fascinating.

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: August 1

“Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand

[brainrotparsecsaway]

When your future boyfriend decides to shoot his shot at the end of your professional call and ask if he can jump on the ship

Instead of "You look lonely, I can fix that" Leyc probably said "Ey you lonely fucker, want me to join ya this time?" but does it really matter what he says, it's gay anyway

Leyc with a little baby mohawk has me both in a chokehold and dying from laughter

[bedlamsbard]

starting to think MCU aliens who attack Earth are the equivalent of the guys on that one chart who think they can fight a bear and win

[thedreadvampy]

every so often I discover new things I'm unhappy with about the Sandman adaptation and each one is pettier than the last

what do you MEAN the word battle is between Dream and Lucifer? no it's NOT. it's between Dream and Choronzon who's acting on Beelzebub's behalf it's about the petty politics of Hell which is in large part what Lucifer finds so tiresome.

also why does Dream have human eyes give that bitch some contacts or Something

[noctualagenaria]

maybe some 10hour minecraft solo would fix me

[coralhoneyrose]

Done with the second draft of my piece for the fic exchange I’m participating in! Drastically overshot my target word count but no one is really surprised there.

It’s been strange working on something other than fake dating—haven’t written anything else since Chrobin week last year. But I should be able to make my second round of revisions to the exchange fic in the next few days and then I can dive into the new chapter! Hopefully the time away will have been good for me and I can go in feeling inspired and refreshed ✨

[l-cereta]

oh my god u know the hrt is working when u get genuinely white girl drunk

[alteredphoenix]

I'm honestly not sure why Kishimoto Masashi hasn't done any other stories that isn't Naruto (well, there's Samurai 8, but that ended up cancelled, and Boruto is...well. It's Boruto But Let's Disassemble Boruto's Dad's Canon Until Not Even The Atoms Are Left).

Compared to the high fantasy ninja-cum-borderline-modern-day-cyberpunk aesthetic, Mario was such a breath of fresh air. Maybe not as lived in as Naruto (because it's a forty-four page one-shot, and you can't really afford to waste time on making New York feel "lived in" in that many pages), but it's so grounded in reality that the environment and the foundations of the story are already set in place. It doesn't have to worry about playing with the Magic System or keeping its chronology from getting tangled up in retcons and deus ex machina. It's short, it's simple, and gets right to the point while leaving many of its other elements inferred and in the background.

[probablysomethingtm]

Second drawing that’s based on a scene from To Catch A Thief. I have been obsessed with this drawing for days, my brain would not let up about it until I finished it.