#As a side note

[mirensiart]

[ masterpost with all info about my LOZ au ]

so I finally designed link’s siblings! also, yes I added references to previous games in some of the designs/names lol

[johndoeslostpinky]

Inspired by this post and the general demeanor of @waylay-managment

[mylastmoleculeofserotonin]

Can we talk about how the birthday gifts that Kipo and Wolf got each other were an amazing writing choice? Not only do the gifts match the aesthetics of the one who found them, but they also show how the two of them are beginning to value each other’s perspectives on life. When Kipo was looking for a gift for Wolf, she found something that was small enough that it wouldn’t be a burden for Wolf to keep and would still help her fight and survive, while also being cute, showing that Kipo has now truly appreciates Wolf’s pragmatism even though she doesn’t adopt those views herself and is still as determined as ever to making the world around her brighter and happier. Meanwhile, Wolf found Kipo a gift that really has no survival purposes, and though it was mostly destroyed, still chose to salvage a piece of it simply because Kipo liked it, reflecting how Wolf has begun to value Kipo’s ability to see the best in everything, but not yet having embraced it to the extent where she sees it as not worth spending too much energy to do so.

[flickering-nightfall]

[fablexdreams]

The amount of people who think that the Strange Man is talking about Arthur when he says to John, "You've forgotten far more important people than me," will never not astound me. Yall really think John could possibly ever forget Arthur? Arthur? The man he grew up with? Who taught him? Who cared for him? Who helped raise him? Who saved him multiple times? His brother? The same John who could not rest until Micah Bell was dead because he couldn't let go of his pain and anger over how Arthur died? The same John who still wore Arthur's satchel and kept his hat and wrote in his journal? That John? Little Johnny Marston? Please be serious. Arthur haunted John's dreams and thoughts until the very day he died in front of that damn barn, and you can not convince me otherwise. If he remembers Dutch, Bill, and Javier, I promise you he sure as shit would remember Arthur lmfao.

[royalarchivist]

Cellbit: Yeah, [Bobby is] our son.

Roier: What?

Cellbit: He's our son, no? Or not? Am I not?

Roier: I mean… he's already dead. [...] By the time we got married, he was no longer around. So in theory, in theory-

Cellbit: But in my heart, he is my son.

Roier: Oh, that's fine, in your heart, yes. In your heart, yes. But actually-

Cellbit: He could have been my son, he could have been.

Roier: But actually, he is my son and Jaiden’s.

Cellbit: Yes yes, definitely, of course.

Roier: [Smacks him] Exactly. Well, you're the step-father, you know?

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Cellbit: Hey Tina, have you met Bobby? I don't think you did, right?

Tina: I met him a little bit earlier, he's so cute!

Roier: Aww

Tina: I told him I like StarBobby.

Cellbit: Yeah, it's our son.

Roier: What? But-

Cellbit: He's our son, no? Or not? Am I not?

Roier: I mean... he's already dead.

Cellbit: That's true, that's true.

Roier: By the time we got married, he was no longer around.

Cellbit: That's true, true.

Roier: So in theory, in theory-

Cellbit: But in my heart, he is my son.

Roier: Oh, that's fine, in your heart, yes. In your heart, yes. But actually-

Bagi: Am I the auntie?

Cellbit: He could have been my son, he could have been.

Roier: But actually, he is my son and Jaiden’s.

Cellbit: Yes yes, definitely, of course.

Roier: [Smacks him] Exactly. Well, you're the step-father, you know?

Bagi: So I don't think I'm your auntie, sorry. Unless you want to!

Cellbit: Yes, fake dad, fake dad. Fake father.

Roier: But it's ok. It's ok.

Cellbit: It's ok, it's ok.

Roier: It's this dumbass' fault he died anyways.

[lena-thinks-too-much]

I headcanon that Tim's caffeine problem functions like my friends caffeine problem. In that he actually hates caffeine but he'll chug 3 red bulls when he needs to lock in. He's going to stay up regardless of the caffeine thanks to the insomnia. But without it he's not going to brain very much. He likes coffee less but it's an acceptant substitute of energy drinks are not available. He'll drink the energy drink over like a really sweet frappaccino because it's the only thing guaranteed to keep him alert and at peak mental condition. He doesn't drink it as often as people think he does but when he does drink energy drinks, he'll consume and ungodly amount in one sitting. Then he'll crash at like 5 in the morning and complain when he has to wake up 3 hours later.

[catboyaventurine]

huh aventurine introjects are more common than i thought..

Fellow Aventurines !!

gather here, i wish to collect you all as moots

(but ofc those who are uncomfy with "doubles" feel free to do whats best for you)

[avery-braindump]

I'm surprised I haven't seen people take advantage of the fact that herlock can ALSO do the Van Zieks Leg Thing(TM)

Might have to draw him doing the leg slam at some point...

[regular-gnome]

What's Architect up to lately? We haven't seen much of them :(

they were supposed to help with attaching the new collection hallway but got sidetracked

[alex51324]

Finally caught up on Severance

...and I haven't dived into what I assume is a copious backlog of tumblr posts about it, but I do want to say--

In the mid-1800's, around the time that ether was being taken up as a surgical anesthetic (and Kier Egan was being born, in-universe), the term for recreational use of ether was called an ether frolic.

This goes a long way toward explaining why the one of the "Four Tempers" that seems like it should be positive, comes off just as creepy as the rest.

The tempers aren't, "Sad, afraid, angry, having fun," they're "Sad, afraid, angry, tripping balls."

[yuri-is-online]

Hello, hello! Congrats on making the 300 follower milestone!👍 Well done! For the event, can I request prompt no. 17 with Riddle, Leona and Jamil, please? Thank you and kudos!

17. Kissing under the fireworks

Thank you friend! Very on brand request for Jamil ha ha. I accidentally made Leona's part angsty I am so sorry

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, Riddle is a bit awkward, references to the events at the very end of Ch. 5/beginning of Ch. 6 (Leona- hurt with heavy focus on comfort), references to the events of the Firelit Sky Event (Jamil- nothing too specific). Check out the rest of the requests on my masterlist here.

Riddle

"Are you ok Riddle? You're really tense." You ask and wonder if it was smart, the comment makes Riddle even more rigid to a degree that has to be painful. "I can let go of your hand-"

"No!" You shouldn't be so surprised how loudly he protests, emphasizing his point by intertwining your fingers without his usual embarrassment. "We are on a date so we are holding hands." Seeing that this does not persuade you he less certainly adds: "I want to hold your hand."

"I want to hold your hand too." You reassure him, squeezing his hand to emphasize the point making Riddle practically glow with happiness. He squeezes your hand as you both settle into the colosseum bleachers waiting for the fireworks show to begin. There is a part of you that wonders what Riddle has planned, he always has some sort of itinerary when you go on dates which sounds annoying but in practice is sort of cute. Riddle needs structure to feel comfortable, and if he needs to make a mental checklist to feel comfortable holding your hand you don't mind. He's relaxing into you the longer you spend together, eventually that checklist will fade into habit and Riddle will be able to hold your hand without looking smug every time he looks down at your intertwined fingers.

Fireworks burst into the sky illuminating that smug smile and the flicker of uncertainty as his blue grey eyes focus on your lips. A normal person might not think of giving their partner a kiss as a rule, but Riddle does. Clumsily he closes the distance and bumps more than he kisses your cheek, immediately sending his mind into a panic when you turn to him confused.

But then you smile, happiness bathed in red, blue, green as you lean forward to help him achieve his goal. You kiss him and melt away all thoughts of rules and obligation under a wave of wonder and happiness.

Leona

It's strange to see Leona up this late. Stranger still that this is, apparently, completely of his own free will. "I'm surprised you asked me to come, I thought you'd hate stuff like this."

"And I'm surprised you're this excited over somethin' this simple." He neither confirms or denies your accusation, instead settling himself close to your side on the shockingly nice blanket he had insisted on bringing onto the green.

"I've never seen magic fireworks before." You mutter, and Leona is merciful enough not to laugh out loud. It's weird, this soft way he's treating you. Not that you're complaining exactly, after the incident with Grim you barely got a chance to really enjoy any of the culture fair. You didn't go out to see any of the booths past Riddle's tour until Leona dragged you out of bed this afternoon in a trope reversal that stunned you too much to properly protest. There's a part of you that wonders, well more like worries, that Leona's only really taken you around today out of some misguided sense of obligation; you can't see him ever doing anything out of pity.

Not when he braces you against his chest just before the show begins, not when he makes sure you are comfortable with the level of noise, or how he makes sure not to put too much pressure on your wound when he nuzzles himself into your neck as the show truly starts. No, there's nothing resembling pity in the way Leona looks at you.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" He contentedly murmurs in your ear, pressing a brief kiss to your cheek before you drag him back to you for a longer one on your lips.

No, there's nothing resembling pity in the way Leona looks at you; just love, and maybe an annoyingly smug sense of satisfaction.

Jamil

"Before you start, I know what I said last year and I do not want to hear about it." You aren't certain why Jamil is bringing this up now when he hadn't while inviting you. Maybe because the last time you were under these canopies you weren't friends, so the numerous less than kind things he's said about you are whirling around in his mind.

You wonder what that Jamil would think if he saw this Jamil holding you in his lap while you wait for the show to start. He'd probably have a stroke.

"I don't really remember what you're talking about." You had been really excited about seeing fireworks and having fun dressing up to really think about Jamil being, well, a bit of a sourpuss. "Besides it can't be worse than anything else you've ever said about me." Jamil is far from sour now, the smile on his face as he pulls you up to your feet to begin dancing in tune with the show is exceptionally mischievous.

"It wasn't about you really, even if I wasn't conscious of it I knew I wanted to bring you back here someday." That's news to you, sure he said he felt bad about making more work for you and had made sure to dance with you during that show, but it's not like he'd had his eye on you before his overblot. As if he could read your mind, or maybe to be more accurate as if he had been trying to provoke that exact thought, he makes sure to dance more intimately than he did last time, reaching to hold you in his arms as the climax of the show explodes above you. The first kiss is brief, a gentle peck because he wants to get a good look at you in your outfit bathed in the firelit sky before the second.

It had been an idle thought then, but if that Jamil could see this one his smug satisfaction would outweigh the embarrassment. To be anyone's first choice was a win, to be yours? A complete and total victory.

[twopoppies]

https://www.tumblr.com/twopoppies/769504902613434368?source=share

Why r people supporting this guy gina I thought he killed someone?

He killed the CEO of a very corrupt health insurance corporation which supposedly used AI to deny claims instead of using humans who might have sympathy for people (plus, the CEO is also rumored to have embezzled millions).

The US healthcare industry is an absolute mess and tens of thousands of people die every year because being insured here is often more than people can afford. And even when they can afford the insurance, the companies deny every claim they can so they never have to pay out (which means many people don’t have surgeries or medicines they need to survive because they would have to pay enormous fees out of pocket).

So, people in general, have absolutely zero sympathy for the man who died, and are supportive of the man who shot him because he seems to have done it as an act of protest.

[avatarnarumitsu]

Quick sketch based on some musings -

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So, I think Mit'eyktan (Miles) and Mia definitely knew each other back in the day. But looking at some references, Na'vi kids are about the size of fully grown human adults.

Anyways, I think Bratworth is absolutely, uh, himself about the whole thing, and Mia is torn between:

A) How dare you

B) How old are you anyways???

and a final...

C) Oh god, you're 13, why do you even know that word?

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[holodaxy]

"A director needs a team...These people know the secrets of the Bureau as well as I do, some even better. They have proven themselves"

[temerity14]

In The Shadow of Betrayal - Chapter Eighteen

Rayla gasped, tears falling from the corners of her eyes as Lucinda finished stitching her arm. Callum gently reached out, brushing the wetness from her face. 

“It’s over now, Rayla,” he said quietly. “You did really well.”

She nodded, moving to sit up. “Let’s go find Ez and Calypso, see what they learned–”

“No!” Callum said, gently pushing her back onto the bed. “Stay right there while I talk to Lucida. Last thing we need is you breaking the stitches again, okay?”

She grumbled, falling back against the pillows, grunting slightly in pain. “So fussy.”

“You’re welcome,” Callum said, smirking. “We both know you’d be lost without me.”

“Shove off, dummy,” Rayla said, rolling her eyes.

He did, walking over to where Lucinda was washing the remaining blood from her hands and tools. 

She turned to him as she finished at the sink, holding his scarf out, freshly washed. 

“O-oh,” Callum said, taking the scarf gratefully. “Thank you, I… when did you have the time to do that?”

She winked at him, taking a seat at a small desk and motioning him to the chair opposite. “I’m a mother who works full time, young man. I have my ways.”

Callum nodded, sitting opposite her. 

“Now, the advice is similar to what her previous doctor recommended,” Lucinda said, scribbling on a piece of paper. “No strenuous activity, as much rest as possible - actually this time-” Callum laughed nervously.

“I’ll try to keep her from overdoing it,” he said.

“Keep the wound dry and change the bandages two or three times a day. I’ll give you some herbs that should keep it decently free from infection but you’ll need to be careful if you intend to keep moving,” Lucinda said, passing the paper over to Callum along with a bag full of bandages and a pouch of herbs.

“Thank you so much,” Callum said, hugging the bag to his chest. “I… don’t know what I’d do if she… d–” he choked, looking down, “... got really hurt.”

“Cry in a corner and mope around doing nothing productive if I know anything about you,” Rayla offered from the other side of the room.

Callum laughed wetly, brushing tears from his eyes. “Something like that, yeah.”

Lucinda smiled, patting his hand gently. “It’s nice to see such a lovely young man taking good care of his partner. And they say chivalry is dead!” She laughed.

“Oh, uh– we’re not… that, actually.” Callum stuttered, his face going red. 

Lucinda paused. “You’re not?”

He shook his head, mortified. 

“Well, you never know,” Lucinda said, slapping him jovially on the back. “Love hits you when you least expect it. You’d make a lovely couple.”

Rayla snorted from the cot, enjoying Callum’s embarrassment, though her cheeks were similarly flushed. 

“Thanks,” Callum mumbled, unsure how to respond. He stood, pulling a pouch from his bag. “How much do we owe you for today?” he asked. 

Lucinda shook her head. “No charge. I’m always happy to help anyone in need. Hold on to your money, I’m sure it’s scarce, especially at the moment.”

Callum shook his head forcefully. “No, please take something. I– we–” he sighed, thinking of the incredible privilege his position afforded him. “Seriously. We have… more than enough.”

Lucinda sighed, taking the pouch he offered her. “If you insist, I suppose… where do you come from? Most folks around here know to avoid the mountains this time of year.”

Callum hesitated, glancing at Rayla. “... east,” he said lamely. “Near the capital.”

“Nobles, then!” Lucinda said. “I thought I recognised that pattern on your scarf.”

“Ah, yes,” Callum said. “Please, just…. don’t tell anyone.”

Lucinda nodded, her eyes sparkling. “My lips are sealed.”

Callum helped Rayla sit up, pulling a sling over her head and carefully nestling her arm in it. 

Rayla stood up, wobbling slightly on unsteady feet and leaning against Callum’s side, his arm gently resting around her waist. 

Rayla turned to face Lucinda. “Thank you so much.”

“It was my pleasure,” Lucinda said, smiling warmly. “And a little advice, from one woman to another: life’s too short for waiting around.”

“I… thank you,” Rayla said, flushing and feeling Callum doing the same beside her. “I’ll… keep that in mind.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58980775/chapters/158409718