#SCREEEEEECH

[owlghosts9]

so, about three years ago, I was part of the Ninjago fandom. Really invested into it until I picked up another one (cue wings of fire phase) and kind of forgot about Ninjago, until this year. And can I just say that it has changed??? A lot??? Well, obviously, it was three years ago, BUT STILL???

a few examples:

Kai and Nya used to have one last name (smith) but now you can use jiang (which I love infinitely more)

there’s so many new rarepair ships, like Ninjago always had a lot, but it like tripled or something

people actually ship benthomaar and Lloyd? I remember when seabound first came out I was like the only person who ever talked about this ship. Now I see art of it and it makes me cry

people used to be totally fine with Lloyd x ninja shipping. I remember being so grossed out by it. Like why that’s a literal child stfu

NYA AND KAI AREN’T WHITE.

there’s more but I forgot

[discountalien-pancake]

Somewhere in me there is a rant about how people bemoaning the use of social cues as “refusing to communicate” are just. Petulant. You complain about people relying on social cues not “using their words” but have you ever in fact informed them explicitly that you cannot pick up on social cues? Or asked them to clarify a cue?

People who use social cues had to learn how to use them and fun fact! Loads of them are neurodivergent just like you! They are communicating but in a nonverbal language and it is not them being an asshole. They do not and cannot know you don’t understand them if you don’t fucking tell them that.

Communication is a two-way street.

[musamultarc]

I DID A DUMB. Friendly reminder: Check who runs blogs before you follow them, not after!!!!!!

[definitelyheaven]

Hmm hmm hmm i should not have taken those

[awesomewithoutme]

Cindy Lou Who by Sabrina Carpenter. I'm obsessed.

[faster-than-u]

a kiss on the temple. ( from nik on @diemauer )

keenan was surprised. while he'd definitely gotten a clap on the shoulder and such before from nik, he'd never gotten something like that before. wondering if it was wise, he turned his head just enough to kiss nik's cheek lightly. if nik wanted to, it could be shrugged off or attributed to high spirits. but it was there all the same.

[lover-of-mine]

FOUR NOTHING ON THE FIRST BABY

[jez-bez]

Boss/Cir moaning is my roman empire

[noblcgames]

the mirror shows no reflection, only a dark fog. perhaps magic will reveal more. the others urge me to try. .... the shadowy things wear the faces of my kin. blank eyes staring. they don't speak. they don't even know their names. i did this. i let the mirror corrupt them. i'm to blame.

[boltscutter]

she  smiles  ,  one  that  was  somewhat  more  genuine  than  she  was  used  to  in  a  man’s  presence  .     ❛  men  usually  wait  until  the  second  date  before  calling  me  that  .  ❜     she  didn’t  know  why  ,  but  watching  harrison  put  on  his  shirt  …  it  made  her  breath  catch in  her  chest  ,  and  a  long  thought  dead  blush  began  to  kiss  her  cheeks  .  this  was  the  first  time  they’d  been  truly  alone  together  ,  not  simply  off  to  the  side  of  an  event  or  in  the  crowd  of  a  gig  ,  and  instead  of  taking  charge  and  being  all  over  him  …  she  found  herself  suddenly  giddy  with  uncertainty  . ❛  i’m  bored  of  tables  in  restaurants  .  ❜     she  said  matter-of-factly ,  kicking  off  her  shoes  and  rolling  onto  her  stomach  so  she  could get  the  phone  and  menu  .  granted  ,  she  hadn’t  exactly  dressed  for  room  service  ,  but  what  sort  of  plastic  doll  would  she  be  if  she  didn’t  wear  a  mini  skirt  for  every  occasion  ?  she  glanced  over  her  shoulder  at  him  ,  stomach  flipping  as  she  did  so  .     ❛  unless  you’d  rather  go  out  ?  ❜

he holds the cards to his chest, somewhat speechless as he closes the door to his bedroom and looks at dilan sitting on his bed. shaking his head while chuckling he places the cards on the small entrance table. " oh i created a monster, " harrison chuckles more, walking to the wardrobe and putting on a shirt -- something about being shirtless in front of dilan still didn't feel right at the slow pace of their ' relationship ', which he was hoping to change now they would spend more time together in this tour than previously. looking back at her, he bites his lips crossing his arms in front of him. " i'm sorry, i'll have to raincheck on that bouquet, " he smiles small and sheepishly, an arm open and points at the phone by his bed, " but i can offer you endless hotel food or, if you give me enough time, an actual table downstairs for us to have dinner. "

[shininwadacat]

Work on the video.

Work on the comic.

Work on the video.

Work on the comic.

Work on the video.

Work on the comic.

SCREEEEEECH

I swear I'm bouta cry.

[ofcruelheart]

closed to @retrbution / deaw & theo

In the opulent aftermath of the night's opera at the Metropolitan, the air itself seemed to shimmer. The grand hall, a sanctum of art and arias, still whispered with the haunting echoes of 'Per Questo Dolce Amplesso.' Bouquets rained upon the stage like vibrant cascades, fragrant gardens plucked from their roots in homage. Gifts, each a microcosm wrapped in mystery, twinkled under the soft glow of chandeliers. The atmosphere, heavy with enchantment, seemed to weave a spell around the audience, each breath they drew a silent vow to cherish this night's memory like a sacred secret. "Un Dieu, un Deaw," a titled patron might have cried from the seclusion of their box. One god, one Deaw.

Yet, amidst the splendor, a peculiar sensation had haunted Deaw's performance—a persistent, almost spectral tug, akin to a finger delicately unraveling a single strand of hair or a ghostly caress against the cheek. This presence, elusive yet unyielding, remained static through the performance but began to stir as the audience ebbed away. It drew nearer, closer, stealthily, until just a few steps away, where Deaw's gaze lifted to the broad back of a young man, his silhouette outlined by the stage lights. Dark hair, fluid as spilled ink, broad shoulders that spoke of strength.

The urge to interrupt, to confront this pull, was overwhelming, yet decorum held sway. Surrounded by affluent patrons backstage, Deaw turned, seeking solace in the anonymity of the cold evening air. A lump formed in their throat, their hands fumbled for the comfort of a cigarette, their breaths coming in shallow gasps, as if that fleeting encounter had stolen more air than their entire performance.

But then, a flame flickered to life in the darkness, casting a warm, inviting glow. Deaw looked up.

[buckybarnesss]

not only did this episode give us an examination of peter and stiles's dynamic but it fucking proved scott and peter are still linked psychically

fuck me.

[thatoneluckybee]

Same

[sleepiest-token]

I GOT SLEEP TOKEN TICKETS I COULDNT FIND ANY FOR STANDING AND RHE SEATS THAT WERE AVAILABLE WERE KINDA OUT OF MY BUDGET AND I DONT GET PAID FOR A WHOLE WHILE BUT I BOUGHT THEM ANYWAY AND ITLL BE SO WORTH IT AHHHHHHH

[king-candybug-backup]

Forgive me father for I have failed...........

GONNA BE POUNDING BACK CAFFEINE UNTIL I GET THIS DONE THOUGH, I'M GOING FERAL, I CAN'T TAKE IT, I NEED TO GET THROUGH THIS DAMN CHAPTER ALREADY, IT WILL TAUNT ME NO LONGER, AAAAGGGHHHHHH

S O O N.

IF I DON'T GET THE NEXT CHAPTER POSTED SOMETIME IN THE NEXT 19 HOURS, TAKE ME OUT BACK AND GIVE ME THE OLD YELLER TREATMENT. /j