#and queue what we deserve;

[s0uth3park]

I love how Cartman is the one to always say “I love you” to the guys. He’s such a loser.

[polin-erospsyche]

I saw someone say that the mature thing to do is to realise that Debling is the better choice because it took Colin almost loosing Pen to realise his feelings and honestly I’m flabbergasted.

I mean yeah sure, I know there are people out there who prefer Debling. But they’re really out there trying to convince people that he is the better choice? When he essentially said « I don’t have time for this, I don’t have time for you »? But just with a nicer smile and a softer voice. To be convinced that the better option is the man who will not give you the time of day. To be convinced that a life without love is a better option than one with it. To be convinced that it is alright to sacrifice what you hope for the most out of life. A love like the one in the books you read. And for what? A lonely, isolated and cold life? Pen was ready to sacrifice her hopes and dreams and happiness for that. And the saddest part was she was miserable when that slipped out of her grasp. Because she was in a position where a loveless life in a big empty house was better than a miserable one with her family. She was in a position that affected her mental health so much that she was willing to sacrifice herself. And I know that the time period is not the same, but I’d like to think that even back then you’d try to find someone who you could at least become friends with if you had a choice in the matter. Not someone who was going to marry you and pin you up like a doll in his perfectly manicured doll house.

So I’m sorry but if you think for one second that the prospect of a life like that is a better choice than one by the side of someone who is utterly lost in love with you, who was in the middle of loving before he even realised he had started to fall, who wishes for your happiness above all else, who knows you better than anyone, who is a mirror to your soul, a home for your heart and a best friend who will weather any storm right by your side than we are not watching the same show. Or we just don’t want the same kind of love.

[pragmatic-optimist]

Sierra McClain. 👑👑👑

[is-that-plural]

currently was in the middle of writing like the longest explanation of why i think a character was plural and then i remembered that this is a tumblr ask,, SO

how long of asks are you comfortable with before it'd be better to just,,write a post and @ it to you,,,

[not a rating]

as long as humanly possible !!

the more information and 'support' you provide the more we will agree with your stance and overall opinion, it doesnt take much convincing haha <//3

we've gotten very VERY longwinded asks before and we absolutely adore and Heavily encourage them; especially on things we know nothing about ! gives us the full insight we need to properly rate if a character is plural or not

[calmbigdipper]

wow it’s the end of 2024!!!

my social media journey has been very… weird… due to mental health + confidence issues I’ve taken so many long breaks that every time I came back I felt like I had to start over again

last year on tumblr/ig, I started posting old (mostly) jjba art and tried to be active — until I got destroyed by the last semester of my awful college degree…….. but since the middle of this year, I’ve been more consistent??? I’m still getting used to all of this, so like… bear with me 😭

looking ahead, expect the usual art rotation of genshin impact (99% kaveh/alhaitham 😔) and jjba (99% part 5 😔) in 2025, as well as other things when I feel like it

as for specific projects… long comics for 🏛️🌱 and 🐞🔫 have been on the docket for a while, and I want to work on them in the upcoming year… I need these ideas out of my head…

I just wanted to say ty for supporting… and here’s to 2025!!! 🥂🎉

[daltonsnightmare]

MacGyver (2016) s3e7 Scavengers + Hard Drive + Dragonfly | Cold Open

[daybreakrising]

@apocryphis: a kiss to say goodbye. (from wriothesley to beidou oops my hand slipped -)

Beidou has many skills. Securing herself time in the Duke's otherwise busy schedule with minimal effort is apparently one of them. It seems, particularly to outside eyes, that all she needs to do is strut her way into his office and he will make time for her. Of course, it is not that simple, nor indeed is it an accurate observation. But those on the outside couldn't possibly know that she times her arrivals specifically for moments where she knows he will have at least a few minutes to spare for her, that she has a clever net of spies (Melusines) who are more than happy to pass on information from a certain Head Nurse.

But she hasn't needed her spies this time. No, this time she knows he has set aside time specifically for her, because this will be the last time - at least, for the next few months. Her next voyage will take her far from these shores, her return determined as ever by the waves and the wind. Whilst her heart can never be saddened by the prospect of being out at sea for so long, there is a shadow that sits upon it that she can attribute to only one thing: she will miss him.

"I'll try to bring you back something." She eases a hip up onto the edge of his desk, crosses one leg over the other. An easy grin sits upon her face, but it isn't quite as bright as it would normally be. "We always fish up weird and wonderful things when we're out in the blue. And I've an eye for trinkets in the markets. Though I'm going to have to up my game after your last gift to me, no?"

She leans forward, lays a hand upon his arm. Her fingers tighten for a moment, a gentle squeeze that conveys things words yet cannot, and then she slides from his desk and coaxes him up onto his feet with her. As he rises from his chair, her fingers slip down to instead catch almost tentatively at his. But Captain Beidou is never short of confidence, is she? She is bold, brash, and unashamed. Hesitation is not a sensation she is familiar with - except she is, when it matters.

This was never planned, but then these things never are, are they? There is something special in that. There is something special about him. The first (the only?) person to make the bold Captain Beidou waver. She has faced mighty sea monsters with a grin and a challenge - but here, in this underwater office, is where she falters.

But where she hesitates, he does not. She feels those calloused fingers lace firmly with hers, feels the cloth of his bindings brush against her neck as his other hand settles there. He takes a step closer, guides her in, and there is no more hesitation. Her lips seek his, claim them in a kiss she intends to leave a lasting memory - one that will hopefully stay with him until her eventual return. Because she will return, the first moment she gets.

She presses close to him, hooks both arms around his neck, her fingers sinking deep into his hair as she holds on as if her life depended upon it. His hand falls to her waist, leaving a burning trail as it glides up the bare skin of her back (if her breath hitches into the kiss, no it doesn't-). It is a tragedy, she will think later, that she didn't arrive sooner, that they couldn't have had a few minutes more in which to... indulge in each other.

But schedules are schedules, and they must both adhere to them. It is with great reluctance that she parts from him, perhaps a little more breathless than she had expected to be. His skin is a little flushed in the same way she knows hers is, his eyes just as bright, and his lips- no, no she can't focus too much there, or else she will never leave. She forces her eyes up, and her face crinkles in amusement at the mess she has made of his hair.

"You're looking a little... windswept, Your Grace." She lifts a hand, pats down the worst of it for him. "Maybe I should walk myself out, or people might talk." Her hands drop to his shoulders, then smooth down his chest to straighten out the slightly rumpled clothes.

"They're already talking, Captain." He answers with equal amusement as he readjusts the shawl upon her shoulders. She is almost surprised by how much she mourns the loss of his touch upon her skin - when she returns, they are definitely revisiting this moment. "Safe voyage, Beidou." His fingers catch at her chin, his thumb brushing lightly upon her bottom lip.

She grins, grabs his tie, and yanks him down for a quick, fierce kiss that is reminiscent of their very first. "I'll find you when the wind carries me home."

[thceye]

@thchound : i wasn't staring. exes to lovers ; accepting.

     𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿  𝘄𝗮𝘀  𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆  𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗮𝘁  𝗵𝗶𝗺  𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝗵𝗲  𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁  𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲  𝗵𝗶𝗺,     it  was  definitely  quite  the  drastic  change  and  he  couldn't  remember  if  the  other  man  had  ever  seen  him  like  this.     it  had  been  quite  a  shock  to  him  as  well,  but  an  unfortunate  experiment  with  powder  had  resulted  in  quite  the  drastic  change  and  it  was  taking  some  getting  used  to.     although  the  rumours  had  already  started  to  spread  around  the  office  that  the  reason  for  his  new  hair  cut  was  because  of  the  divorce.     bullshit.     silco  didn't  need  to  the  do  the  ridiculous  stages  of  a     𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸  𝘂𝗽     to  make  himself  feel  better  about  himself.     what  he  needed  was  to  make  sure  powder  and  slime  never  ended  up  in  the  same  room  together  since  they  were  clearly  a  messy  situation  that  had  resulted  in  him  having  to  cut  all  his  hair  off  like  this.

     𝗮  𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀  𝘂𝗽  𝘁𝗼  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗿𝘂𝗯  𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸  𝗼𝗳  𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱,     looking  anywhere  but  at  him  because  he  could  remember  when  vander  used  to  stare  at  him  for  a  different  reason.     it  was  hard  to  feel  his  gaze  on  him  like  this,  hard  to  feel  like  they  were  still  connected  like  that  even  though  they  had  never  more  distance  between  them.     silco  almost  wished  the  girls  would  hurry  up  getting  their  things  together,  but  the  two  of  them  had  agreed  they  could  finish  watching  the  film  they  were  watching  before  they  left  to  go  back  to  vander's.     this  was  the     𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁     part,  he  hadn't  wanted  to  have  a  fight  about  custody  or  take  the  girls  from  vander,  which  meant  an  equal  split  of  time  and  seeing  them  go  back,  knowing  he  will  be  alone     .     .     .     well,  that  was  just  the  hardest  part,     "     my  advice  is  if  powder  has  any  kind  of  slime  or  anything,  get  rid  of  it  if  you  wish  to  keep  your  hair,     "     silco  advises,  his  tone  almost  playful  but  even  he  could  hear  the  hint  of  sadness  in  his  tone.     he  hated  this,  hated  feeling  so  pathetic  and  that  he  had  lost  everything.     hated  it  more  because  he  should've  fought  harder.     it  was  worse  that  a  fucking  haircut  had  been  the  trigger  for  that.     looking  over  at  vander  as  his  hand  drops  back  to  his  side,  shrugging  his  shoulders,     "     i  won't  make  that  mistake  again,  going  to  take  me  ages  to  regrow  if  i  choose  to.     or  maybe  it  was  just  time  for  a  change,     "     

[come-see-our-show]

i had a really weird alcohol-induced dream last night where mariah started to protest npmd and was apologizing to the fans for “not seeing how problematic it was sooner” and “we should not be sexualizing teenagers” and it made me so annoyed

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

Dean: "Adam, I want you to know, we are sorry. What happened to you...you're a good man. You didn't deserve that."

Adam: "Since when do we get what we deserve?"

[genderqueer-karma]

so i made this post last year, and for its one year anniversary, i decided to make it "reality"

[kuratm]

@peachiiihearts asked: [ nose ] || deuce x sayu

sayu figured, rather quickly, that the best way to motivate deuce was in simplest yet most loving gestures of affection. sure, there were moments she needed to scold him - as well as ace and grim - when they were causing too much chaos, but more often than not, she'd be more lenient on deuce. ace would call it "bias", given their relationship, but it was also a matter of understanding deuce's circumstances - he tried, desperately hard, to rectify his past mistakes and she appreciated that.

and so, after helping him out with homework for alchemy class and succeeding in doing it, she'd wait for the first year to let out his joy before swooping in to pepper him with kisses - starting with his nose. after doing exactly so, sayu broke off as her finger gently poked his cheek. ❛ you did good, deuce.~ i knew you'd be able to pull it off! ❜

WAYS TO KISS SOMEONE .... accepting!

[ectogloom]

in the process of packing for da move but my brain worms keeps whispering me to draw clar,,but like i physically cant cuz my brain also punishes me for neglecting my irl responsibilities

[mystiika]

buck tag drop

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

the boys deserved to have their dream beach episode