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[becdecorbin]

I am fucking blind and never noticed the Wheeler in this crowd scene until now. (in my defense. the image quality on the gutenberg upload is pretty crunched and I had to hunt down this nicer quality version because of reasons.)

so hyped to have a not-shitty ruler I guess!! (tho I HC most Wheelers to be anarchists.)

[kates-cosmos]

you guys think V just stole the cowboy hat from Beau's corpse to put it on the Sentinel?

[mavigator]

[palindrome-alt]

Ocarina of Time! Link Drabble (Sort of AU)

. You only exist briefly, always in the background. Through countless lives, the same person, the same face. Reoccurring, and yet unremarkable. Never spoken to. Never noticed. Not until a boy who can travel through time finds you seven years in the future, living quietly, unseen and yet untouched by the plague that has wreaked the land. For the first time, you are acknowledged. And through your hazy eyes, there's a light sparkle. It's dim, but you let him see you for the briefest of seconds. You are a safe haven in a world completely ripped apart. You have nothing, and are very little, but it's just enough. Just enough to hold on. You are like a seed thought to be dead, but then he waters you with one look from those ocean blue eyes and all of the sudden you're gasping for air and choking on life. And how it grows, and grows and grows. Plucked from the air, a wish seed once uttered a dying breath.

Until you are a being of flesh and bone. Until you no longer ghost over the realm as untouchable as the feathery light of the fairies that used to dance the forest floors, before his father died. Before he was ripped out of the soft ground by his shallow roots and tossed to the side.

And some part of you must've known. Known that you'd shoot up high and grasp onto life, only to dry out in the blinding light of the sun once the clouds parted. Which is what makes it hurt when the world is repaired, and all is there thriving. He wakes in his bed as if it were all just a bad dream. And nothing is wrong. The Kokiri, they laugh and dance and invite him to play. Saria takes his hand and smiles a gentle, tired smile. They dance and dance and dance, and he sits atop a small rock, perched in a field of clovers on the sidelines. The giggles, the laughter, the rustling of healthy leaves and the joy is infectious to every living being, but inside he's... that part of him has died.

.

[azirafuck]

every day i kiss my pioneer 9 tattoo and mentally bully jon bois

[layton-heritage-posts]

Well Shit

[kors3]

When I grow up I want to be Italian

[project-sekai-facts]

no one saw that

[dailydoseofdragon]

If anyone saw that no you didn’t 👍

[flywolfwriting]

I turn 27 on Sunday and that is just. Wild to me. Like, I'll be officially almost 30. I don't even really have any plans other than hanging out with my boyfriend.

Feels a bit surreal.

[pinkanronpa]

Sklonda Gugak is so cool omg I love her

[flywolf33]

TMITDE Ch 14

This could not have happened at a worse time. Alastor had done very little the last several days other than read and reread every article he could find about the discovered bodies - his bodies, that he’d been so confident were well and truly hidden. From what he could gather they’d found a different body not far from his own dumping ground, and their investigations led them to some of the remains the swamp hadn’t swallowed. Years worth of carpet bags filled with soil and bones. A misplaced knife - one Alastor was certain did not belong to him, as he’d immediately checked his supply upon reading about it.

Of course it was Angel’s. Or, Angel had used it when he killed and attempted to dismember his attacker. Attempted poorly it seemed, since it had been discovered so quickly despite how deep in the bayou it had been. How unfortunate the thug had taken him so close to Alastor’s dumping ground.

It certainly made cleaning up the whole mess all the more complicated.

Alastor was furious of course. Had he not already agreed to help Angel he would have left the boy to dry and found a way to pin all the murders on him. Whether or not he was old enough to have committed the older murders was irrelevant; even if they found anything from the early years those would most certainly be degraded enough to be inadmissible.

Or so Alastor thought. He didn’t dare look further into it; not with all eyes on the incident. Viewership for his show increased, however. Everybody wanted to tune in for the latest updates and Alastor was happy to give it to them. If he had a tad more information than the other sources… it was never enough to be suspicious. He was very careful to toe the line.

The show did turn out to be a bright spot. The bid closed the day after the serial killer story broke and Alastor was surprised to find another company had swooped in and outbid VoxTech at the last moment. He’d laughed for several minutes when he heard; he could imagine Vox’s face turning puce with rage at being thwarted once again. Another win for the Hartfelts. Alastor had never heard of the company that took over and he didn’t have time to look into them at the moment. All he needed to know was that his show was safe and, as an added bonus, he got a raise.

He’d made his maman’s gumbo in celebration, and even Charlie didn’t question what meat he chose to use for it.

Despite the risk, Alastor still needed to work out how to clean up Angel’s mess and keep him out of the detectives’ eyes. That meant tracking down anyone who might know he’d been with the victim that night - and that meant stalking Valentino’s goons on a side of town he rarely went to. He didn’t dare drive; better to walk and be able to slip quietly away when needed than draw more attention to himself. He could always call Rosie to pick him up if he needed.

Shortly after lunch, while Alastor’s current target was smoking on the corner, a flash of blond hair caught his attention. He shouldn’t be surprised to see Lucifer here; it was a more affluent neighborhood after all, and hopefully that meant he was about on his own business and not following him again. That would be hard to explain.

Alastor slipped back into a narrow alleyway to watch him. Lucifer stood in front of the theater, clearly watching for someone, and Alastor couldn’t help a lurch of jealousy in his stomach at the thought that the man might have other friends to spend time with.

Him, jealous? What a ridiculous notion.

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[faggotfungus]

Making flag bracelets to hand out at the local pride parade next month.

[anomal-repos]

HELP I POSTED THIS ON THE WRONG ACCOUNT FUCK

[excali-bruh]

No, I’m actually going a bit insane. Izzy’s death is bury your gays??? Are all gay people supposed to be immortal now, I mean what??

[so-much-for-subtlety]

oops sorry anyone who saw that