#you cant not influence

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

villa diodati is so funny actually

"you would just condemn him to death like that?" "we would, if it were at all a good idea but it would also condemn my friends so no <3"

[evelynpr]

MHA ships and the "All Might Blessing"

Save to Win, Win to Save

The All Might doll

The dynamic duo

The one missing AM hoodie of his collection

[nebulaedaniel]

BIG AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

[lorebird]

In which Ford struggles so badly to relate to other people that he wonders if he’s really human at all. The more isolated he becomes, the harder it is to reconcile with his own humanity.

[brw]

"but hamas is getting funded by extremist islamic hate groups!" do you think the U.S. government and military giving funding for israeli's war efforts against palestinians is a morally neutral and inherently righteous body that had no influence in the politics of southwest asia as a global colonial superpower. do you really think anything you can say about the people resisting oppression can't be said about the oppressors.

[dans-lily]

HELLO PHANDOM

reading was absolutely insane. my throat still hurts from all the screaming. my sister and i managed to give out all of the bracelets we made, and get in touch with an old friend :)

BUT (and I can't believe this actually fucking happened, i still haven't processed it) I did do smth a little unhinged (for me, anyway.) I waited, with about 40 other people, outside their tour bus and it was SO fucking worth it. as you might know, i wore the sister daniel fit to the show, and i was suuuper nervous about it bc i didn't think i looked very good. but then DAN FUCKING HOWELL said "oh my god, that looks great on you." and who am I to argue with him?? once my sister and i finally left i actually burst into tears bc omg that just happened.

anyway. this was the most fun i've ever had.

(warning for a lot of excited screaming in the vid lol)

[zevranunderstander]

number #1 tactic that people use to not sound as racist as they are when they talk to black people: 'uhh so you AMERICANS need to stop pretending everything is about YOU. why should i know this im not from the us :/' (= is talking about like. a phenomenally internationally well-known black artist)

[buqbite]

keep your guard up, buddy

[crazy-ache]

Jane Austen's most romantic letter, if it had been written by Lucien Vanserra (Persuasion x Elucien)

Or what would happen if Lucien overheard Elain have a conversation about the bond? And what if he wrote a gut-wrenching love confession in said letter? Inspired by literature's most infamously romantic letter ever written.

Some text is directly taken from Chapter 23 of Persuasion by Jane Austen.

"We will write the letter to Helion we were talking of, Rhysand, now, if you will give me materials."

Materials were at hand, on a separate table; Lucien went to it, and nearly turning his back to the rest of the Inner Circle, was engrossed by writing.

Elain eyed him carefully, studying the leather strap that held back his long, molten red hair. Clearing her throat, she found Nesta across the room by the open window of the parlor as they were both on the outskirts of the Inner Circle’s political discussions. It was a respectable distance from where Lucien was writing at the desk, although still somewhat nearby. 

“I have a question for you,” Nesta turned to her younger sister, face like stone. “One that I have been thinking about for some time. What do you think our parents would have thought about the mating bond?” 

With wide, brown eyes Elain sucked in her breath. It was an unexpected question, but also a familiar one. For her thoughts had circled the very same doubts and insecurities that plagued her sister. “Well,” Elain wrung her hands nervously. “Mother would have adored Feyre’s, being mated to a High Lord after all. But if she didn’t like the outcome, she would have demanded a way to break it or alter it for her own advantage.” 

Nesta’s wicked grin revealed an agreement, knowing full well their mother would have been furious at her marriage and bond with an Illyrian general, and her matching status as a Valkyrie now. 

“As for father, well, I suppose, based on what he discussed with me in the past—there is a small chance he would have been disappointed.” Her voice dropped in both volume and confidence, barely escaping as a whisper passed her lips. As if she was instinctually afraid someone would hear, perhaps someone sitting across the room. 

Elain felt compelled to explain further. “He always told me the most important thing to find in a husband was true love. That I should not settle for anyone less than a kind, loyal heart who loves every part of me, because that kind of love will never leave you.” 

Out of the corner of her eye, Nesta regarded her with furrowed eyebrows. “And you do not believe that a mating bond can also encompass those very same feelings? That same love?” 

She considered her question carefully, chewing on her bottom lip. “Perhaps it can, but how can you know it is true? That it is not just the manifestation of desire in its place?” It was always that doubt, that fear, that crept into the darkest crevices of her heart. For as long as those shadows existed, she could not bring herself closer to her own mate, afraid she would be unable to determine the answer. In return, she was afraid of what she could possibly want or feel for him.

“I wish I could make you comprehend, Elain.” Nesta frowned, “I wish I could properly convey the feeling of how your soul glows when your mate loves you—”

Before Nesta could continue, Elain found herself apologizing with a hand on her elbow. “Gods forbid that I should undervalue the love and bond you share with Cassian, or Feyre’s either for that matter. It is a reminder that bonds can be true and constant attachments.”

She could not immediately have uttered another sentence; her heart was too full, her breath too much oppressed.

“You’re a good sister,” Nesta replied affectionately and Elain wonder if her sister could see past her tenderness, if anyone could witness the mask of kindness that Elain could so easily put on for the sake of others to hide her own feelings. The conversation faded as Feyre now joined them with Nyx on her hip, a welcome distraction for Elain as the three of them turned to him. 

“Ready to go?” Cassian’s voice eventually broke through the hum of the room, an echo across the parlor. “We need to meet with Vassa and Jurian.” Lucien was folding up a letter in great haste, and either could not or would not answer fully.

“Yes,” he said. “I will winnow us. I will be ready in half a minute.” 

Cassian left to wait for him at the front door, and Lucien, having sealed his letter with great rapidity, was indeed ready, with a hurried and agitated air, as if he was greatly impatient to leave. Elain could not understand it. Cassian had given her a smile and shoulder a warm squeeze as he left the room, but from Lucien himself, not a single word. He had passed out of the room without a look.  

Elain moved closer to the table where he had been writing, when suddenly she heard footsteps returning; the door opened and it was Lucien. He gave her a polite nod and gestured to where he had forgotten his gloves, instantly crossing the room to the desk. He drew out a letter from under the scattered papers, placed it before Elain with eyes glowing in longing fixed on her, and hastily collected his gloves, once again out of the room before anyone could even be aware he had been in it at all. 

The interaction was almost beyond expression. The letter, with strokes of pen that were hardly legibly, as if rushed, read “Elain Archeron,” was evidently the one which he had been folding so hastily. While he had supposedly been writing to Helion, he had also been addressing her. On the contents of that letter depended all which this world could do for her. Anything was possible. Sinking into the chair which he had occupied, succeeding to the very spot where he had leaned and written, her eyes devoured the following words:

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when this bond first snapped, two and a half years ago. Dare not say that a mate’s love cannot be true, that his love is influenced by our tether. I have loved another, but none like you. Unjust I may have been, distant and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Velaris. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these past few days after Solstice, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine, I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish your true thoughts through the bond when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent female! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among males. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating in your mate,  L.V. I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow the court, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter the Night Court this evening or never again.” 

Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from. 

[potatobugz]

i was hacked by a very unhappy man!

[fiiniky]

in honor of the Wisdom Saga, heres the Athena I doodled while listening to it

[timothylawrence]

Dance team captains of the “manipulated by an other worldly female entity” troupe

[soldrawss]

I know you're out of the PJO fandom (me as well), but I got a sudden wave of nostalgia when an animatic of yours popped up on my youtube feed. You influenced my art journey so much—like, I remember tracing over your art over and over again with paper so I could learn your style.

Now I can recognise bits of you in everything I draw so I think that's neat :)

[ganondoodle]

tumblr too will sell all user data to A/I fuckers. the toggle is apparently just to tell the techbros i dont want it, they "believe" they will "honor" that, like techbros ever honored anything but money.

sharing my art and connecting with people has been, literally, whats kept me alive through my darkest days.

i do not want it stolen, mangled and used to generate more money for people that already have more money than god.

creative labors of love that we share with people for free, to connect with people, to find joy in art and to bring joy to others, only for it to be ripped from you against your will, stolen, mangled, twisted into an algorythm just so some disgustingly rich guys gain more money.

and you lagerly cant do anything against it, the things you have ever posted anywhere, be it written or drawn, already taken without your consent.

it makes me feel ill.

right now, im questioning my will to be an artist.

to live.

[collegeboysam]

What have you been thinking of Aemond in season 2?? It seems like he’s just been moping in the brothel ever since he killed Luke…

I know you sent me this before tonight's new episode but I GOTTA TELL YOU!

How much Aemond has been depressed at the brothel has been a legit surprise. I thought it would be one quick scene and that would be it? The fact that we got multiple moments and across different episodes was unexpected, more so when you consider his other possible reasons to be so sad. He doesn't even fucking mention Jaehaerys, what the fuck? He seems more bitter that Alicent blames him for what happened with Luke than actually depressed, as his conversation with Cole calling her a fool kinda confirms (for me.)

So, all in all, as an enjoyer of the unclefucker nephewife bridage I'm not even mad that they are really nailing in how much he regrets killing Luke. It's not even crumbles anymore, he's legit so miserable he has to go lay in someone's arms about it, while not even fucking?😭😭 He didn't even use to go to the brothel at all before, the only thing that changed between then and now is that Lucerys is no longer around. This is delicious doomed yearning to me. He goes to the brothel to let all his regrets and melancoly out, completely naked, while not putting his dick anywhere. Ohhhh Aemond Targaryen, the consequences of killing the fated husband you were meant to both love and hate truly are something else, huh?

As a side note, after seeing tonight's episode (and this is just me obviously watching with my insane medievalincest fucker goggles on and whatnot) I can't help with notice that Aemond has been so zooned out astral projecting himself into a reality where he didn't kill Luke, that he only started plotting and scheming against Aegon once he made fun of his super strange way to yearn and miss Luke 😭lmaaoooo more so when Aegon was being like "Oh you're here because she's sooo good you can't fuck anyone else?" but we know Aemond is not fucking anyone, he's there to...mourn his nephew, apparently? And then right after making fun of it Aegon gets melted into his armor. Curious indeed!

Plus how smug Aemond looks as soon as he finished killing not one but TWO family members? Quite the contrast of how he looked after killing Luke (and the following weeks being a sad boy at the brothel about it.) In my deluded but njoyable mind, almost everything Aemond has been doing so far this season is somehow haunted by Luke's existance, or rather by the lack of it. Truly a 10 course meal to me.

[celestialseamysteries]

did some JLI headshots to try and get a feel for them