#dw he’s in good hands

[biweeklyhermitcraft]

Day 56: Tango is STILL sick

[3lluon]

superbattinson but they are very ‘naughty dawg and sad wet cat’ to me

idea by @tomatoshoup ur brain is so sexc lemme kith muah muah <3

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Original meme pic:

[cozylittleartblog]

but you should see the other guy

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

this werewolf thing isn't so bad, once in a while

[galaxymagitech]

I feel like Lucky Day makes more sense in the context of conservatives wanting to dismantle regulatory organizations and health organizations (like the EPA, CDC, FDA, etc. in the US—I’m more familiar with US politics than British politics), rather than the context of police brutality or overmilitarization.

The fact is that there is a very real, verifiable threat that the majority of people understand is real. There are people whose job it is to deal with this threat. They are not perfect, but they are good at dealing with this threat. And then a grifter comes along claiming the threat isn’t real, and in fact this lifesaving organization is just Stealing Taxpayers Money and doing false flag operations and so on. Now is this threat climate change, pandemics…or aliens?

Here’s the thing: there are cracks. There are always cracks. UNIT is far from perfect. I’m pretty sure UNIT should not have authority to arrest those people. Kate unleashed a dangerous monster in revenge and was completely willing to let it kill a civilian (although that civilian was aiming a gun at her, it was definitely excessive and brutal).

It wouldn’t be a story if Conrad wasn’t right about something. In a small, incomplete way. If someone didn’t tell him to stand down, because he’s rocking the boat and people just want to live their comfortable lives. If he and his friends didn’t film themselves being arrested and standing up to soldiers with guns. If he didn’t walk out into UNIT and say, while recording, that that’s a lot of guns to be pointed at one man. He wouldn’t be a good villain if he didn’t have a kernel of truth and the ability to make himself seem sympathetic. Conrad’s lies are appealing because they fit with everyone’s worldview in some way. Conrad is a destroyer. And he makes you think that destruction is for a good cause—for your good cause.

So no it’s not “UNIT Good, Conrad Bad”. It’s “don’t trust destroyers” and “be careful what ideas you latch onto” and “anything can be framed the way the person giving the narrative wants.” It’s “there can be two bad guys” and “just because Side A has problems doesn’t mean Side B is a hero” and “the enemy of my enemy isn’t necessarily my friend.”

I also think that perhaps there’s commentary to be made here about how anything can be couched in liberal activist language and dressed in liberal activist concepts. But that doesn’t make it right.

You look at Conrad and you see what you want to see. What you think the world is. And whatever oppressive power system you want to stand up to, he says he’s doing that. Ruby is right—it’s about power. Whoever you believe is the Evil Ruling Power, Conrad is against it. All you have to do is believe in him. Small price to pay, right?

[chaoticcultist]

I notice that with humanized Angel Dust, he's either a natural blonde in the proper time period or a bottle blonde in a modern setting. I know the canon design he had a while back was blonde, but I personally headcanon him as having dark hair and dark eyes (I've seen several people design him like that, but not many).

I like to think that if the cast got temporarily turned human or something, Angel would both look exactly and nothing like what the others assumed. He’s tall, obviously, and thin in an unhealthy coke-addict way. He has an undeniably pretty face with a smattering of freckles on his cheeks, but a nasty scar over his left eye (I like to explain his black scleral eye as the eye he lost while he was alive and replaced with a glass one). He has dark eyes and nearly black hair that he tries to keep slicked back out of his face.

Angel loves looking femme, but the guy did live in the 1930's and 40's and likely had to live closeted from his family. I think he has major scary-guy potential. Put him in a regular non-pink suit, and you'd never guess he's a twink.

This was a blessing in life, but Angel would be devastated if anyone pointed it out at the hotel. Alastor comments that Angel looks surprisingly masculine in his human form, and Angel breaks down sobbing on Husk’s shoulder.

[corallapis]

the important thing to remember about the "five watching the master burn to death on sarn" situation is that the last time they saw each other was in 'the king's demons' where the master deliberately engineered a situation where the doctor would have to beg for the master's life & then show just how much (little) those words meant by being made to choose an innocent's life over the master's. the master screams as he's being forced into the iron maiden. the doctor can't watch, doesn't even turn his head, squeezes his eyes shut. when it dematerializes, the doctor looks to whatever the gallifreyan equivalent of the heavens is in relief/exasperation. the master laughs to himself in delight inside his tardis. the doctor looks just a little unwillingly fond as tegan asks "what's the master up to?"

so when we get to 'planet of fire', with the master cajoling, threatening, begging, "won't you show mercy to your own—?" it's a boy who cried wolf situation. is he condemning the master to death in that moment? is he letting him burn under the assumption that it is a trick? the hope that it is? clara doesn't tell him "if you have ever let this creature live, everything that happened today is on you" until lifetimes later, but you know that same refrain is running through his head. he can't, in good conscience, save the master — the man who killed his fourth self, who killed nyssa's father & now walks around in his corpse, who destroyed nyssa's entire planet & people & a whole entire third of the universe, who abducted adric & tortured him. i think five looks determined as he watches the master burn but also, briefly, devastated. he walks towards the flames after the master disappears... hoping for what? the sound of the master's tardis again? his laughter? but the doctor has to turn and walk back to his tardis in silence.

[goldensakuma]

Actual footage of a royal king remaining composed and elegant in the presence of a pink-haired mochi menace (colorized, 2025)

[hazyletter]

don't go home without me

"O-oi!"

With an exclamation cracking through the playing music from his headphones, Kei turns around, pulling away one of its speakers from his ear with a raised brow. There goes a panting Tobio, resting his hands on his knees in exhaustion.

"What?" Kei huffs.

"You left without me." Tobio frowns.

The corner of Kei's lips twitch at that, before he turns his head away with a fake cough. He starts moving, ignoring the warmth growing on his cheeks. "I didn't know I signed some contract to serve the King himself in after school hours."

"Hey, w-wait!" Tobio squawks. Kei hears buckling steps from behind him, and he feels Tobio's figure on his side but doesn't return anything at Tobio's accusing glare. "I-I thought... you-" He cuts himself off. "You said it yourself... damn it, Tsukishima." He grits his teeth.

It leaves Kei finally looking at him, then away, then back to him again, and then he quickens his steps. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"What? Oi! J-just wait, okay?! Damn it, wait for me, bastard-!"

At that point, all Kei had hoped for was for the concrete streets to swallow him whole, regardless of his expensive headphones that he won't admit he adores in front of Akiteru's face, the one that had gifted it to him. To hell with not running away from his feelings, he'd gladly do it time and time again even if it leaves him ashamed because of his cowardice choice.

But, with how it had been a while since he had grown to reluctantly know Tobio, the volleyball idiot was nothing but stubborn, and the only thing Kei took for granted was the possibility of that same stubbornness to be directed at him. 

The way he had let Tobio grab his hand was one proof of his supposed nonchalance from it all, and Kei would have probably laughed if he weren't the one in the midst of all this ridiculousness. He sighs, close to biting his lip and ruining his hair with his hand in frustration, "What, King? What am I supposed to do here, exactly?"

Idiot. Asshole. You obviously know what exactly.

Shut up. Kei retaliates to that annoying voice in the back of his mind. It makes him a little late to react to Tobio suddenly looking determined, a fierce look in his eyes, but the blush on his face betrays the energy he seems to want to give, "I already said I like you!" He tightly clutches Kei's hand with both of his own, holding desperately for the blonde's full attention. "And you returned it! 'Sure. Me as well.', you said it yourself! So w-why...!" His voice rises, and he can't seem to get away from the earlier high of his run, but it's accompanied something else. Something from deep within.

Kei's lips useless hang open, forming an 'o' while his headㅡone that he had been praised for, one that made them win for Nationals, one that has him be a straight-100s studentㅡturn into a puddle of mush. He'd say it's an exaggeration but it felt as if his legs were gonna buckle without his permission. 

Yeah. Okay. Fine. Damn it all to hell.

From start to finish, all Kei could feel was a whirring rush of continuous warmth, and it connects with the weight of Tobio's fingers on top of his, leaving him with a quickening heartbeat like Tobio's earlier confession at lunch break, and Kei knows he should be quick to decide.

Removing his burning face from his empty hand, he fidgetily looks back at Tobio again and, oh, it took everything for Kei to not kiss the King's reddening skin in the middle of the street. It was a sight for sore eyes, and a reminder why he had reciprocated and blurted out his feelings in the first place. 

His ego is left shattered on the cold ground, but Kei, even with much difficulty, knows that he should be better than being the one who is always running away, in the end. Because Tobio had been genuine to him from the startㅡhe was the one who had immediately smashed it all up, in the first place.

Kei finally squeezes Tobio's hand back, both of them still connected amidst the air of the early evening and golden hour, and he both hears and watches Tobio's breath hitch. And with the proximity of their wrists as well, it was as if Kei could hear the unsteady rise of the setter's pulse, and he relishes on the fact that he's the reason for it happening.

"Sorry." Kei mutters, close to stuttering. Then, he inhales, to steady his breath, and releases a short sigh. "I mean what I said. About me liking you."

"G-good!" Tobio grunts, even between his own cracked words. "I definitely would have whacked you in the head if you ran from me..."

Startled, Kei lets out a loud laugh without even realizing. He immediately covers his mouth with the back of his hand to defy it, and his lips form a smirk as support, "Scary. How violent of His Highness."

Tobio glares at him, and Kei stops himself from pinching his cheeks that still have dusts of pink on them that making his supposed angry look similar to those of puppies. "You're still gonna be the same old jerk, huh?"

"Why? Want me to act all lovey-dovey to you?" Kei starts to walk again, pulling Tobio by the hand, and Tobio doesn't seem to notice that they still haven't let go of each other.

Tobio's nose scrunches in disgust, "No. You'll look weird."

"Gee, thanks." Kei snorts. 

"Besides," Tobio ignores his wit, "I still continued to like you even when you kept being an asshole. So," He looks at Kei directly in the eyes. "Don't try to be someone else."

He knows, Kei knows fully well, that Tobio had always been blunt. He'd startle if it leads him to being wrong, but he's direct. Straight to the point and has never filtered out anything. Perhaps it's just like how Kei is, but they're different. He's all snark, but Tobio is genuine to a fault. Naïve in the corners, but it is the truth. Wholeheartedly.

But that doesn't mean that Tobio's words don't leave Kei's face slowly going into flames once again. Will this be the norm from now on? They don't even have an official label yet. And yet Kei continues to hide his embarrassment with the unstable straightening of his lips, wanting to give up.

Tobio still continues to be clueless, not having to grow witness to Kei's dilemma, and he adds, "Maybe something's wrong with me. Why you?" Tobio huffs a breath, incredulous.

Kei raises a brow, scoffing, "Wow. You're really... okay, then."

Seeing his expression, Tobio looks away, "Joking."

"You're very funny." Kei bridges his original sarcasm to completion, and Tobio looked like he was close to bursting our laughing right on his face. "Though," And Kei decided that that won't do, and with the drive of teasing Tobio to an extent in the back of his mind, he pulls on the setter's hands, ignoring the yelp that follow it, and free-handedly held Tobio's waist, putting them in close proximity. "I think this would be even funnier. Don't you think so, Kageyama?"

The lack of the usual nickname, how close they are, then Kei's steady clutch on his side even if with his uniform halting the direct skin-to-skin contact, it was simply too much for one Kageyama Tobio, and his cheeks grow as a strong contender for a competition with a tomato with its bright color. "Y-YOUㅡ!!!!!"

"Hm? Me what?" Kei innocently blinks, raising their hand-holding escapade, and there Tobio finally notices that he forgot to let go, leaving him spluttering even more in his spot. Kei decides to freefall, go fuck itㅡbesides, he's already too far goneㅡand nudges his cheek towards Tobio's knuckles, not letting go for a second.

With nothing to do but to continue standing there and letting Kei do what he wanted, Tobio's lips open and close and shake even more, until it seemed he couldn't take all of it anymore and just let his head thump to the surface of Kei's shoulder, hiding himself from the embarrassment of it all.

Kei slightly went still but he regains himself, chuckling, "Growing shy even now?"

It's slightly muffled, but Tobio doesn't do his incessant daily yelling in practice and matches, which are almost always triggered by one ginger-haired spiker, of his, "SHUT UP!" to fail being heard by Kei, who lets himself fully laugh, shamelessly amused.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry, Your Highness." It still leaves with an edge of teasing, but Kei half-smiles at Tobio, who only pouted back at him, continuing to lay his head on Kei's shoulder. "Come on." Kei finally lets go of him, putting some distance between them, but he doesn't let go of Tobio's hand. 

He leads the setter towards the path home, one that he should have already done numerous moments ago, but he stays in the now, walking while still turned to Tobio who looked everywhere but his direction, the pigment on his face finally calming down, but they are left there to stay.

"How about a quick stop at that ramen shop near your apartment?"

Tobio eyes him for a moment, still suspicious, but Kei only raises a brow expectantly. The raven considers for a moment, before sighing, "Sure."

"Good." Kei nods. He gently caresses Tobio's palm with his thumb, and Kei hears him make a slight reaction, but it didn't sound like defiance, and so the blonde silently continues on, slowing down to match with Tobio's pace which now has them side by side, their footsteps accompanied by yellow lamp posts and the sky turning into a dark blue.

He'd been running all his life, even if it always leaves him exhausted, in unadmitted emptiness, built from his frustrations and not being open for change. But Kei looks back at all those moments, and tries to not repeat them again. It started with that 3 on 3 match all those months ago, then Karasuno, to that summer camp, from his unwilted dedication to the sport he plays, then ultimately Akiteru. They are all paths that Kei had run on, and have eventually slowed down on as well, catching his breath, forming learning materials for the future. But those are days of the tomorrow's.

For now, he'll walk back home with Tobio, holding his hand, staying with that continuous warmth in their own little path, wherever it may lead them.

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[they-hermes]

tf hyperlink starscream wasn't a scientist (he tried to, but failed) in fact he was something worse... he was a lawyer

[ruvigapo]

For those curious, here's a Very Short list of my two favourite hand tutorials:

Sinix's hand tutorial (13 mins) (mostly to give context for my ACTUAL FAVE)

Ethan Becker's breakdown of sinix's tutorial (11 mins)

And you might think you should watch Sinix's video first... nah watch Ethan's video first. Puts it into perspective (haha, artist puns)

Get some short cuts down to build confidence

Work on Gesture

Work on anatomy in Conjunction with gesture

[einsatzzz]

Asks for any of the Oniyanagi you want to answer these questions for! (I can't think of Nami middle infirmary boy's name but him especially!)

🌾- How does this oc get along with people they just met?

🍀- Around when does this oc get up in the morning?

❄- What is this oc's favorite and least favorite food?

Hi Muffin! Thank you for sending this in hehe I'll be answering this for Hiyori (Sun Guardian & infirmary boy XD) and Shiki (Cloud Guardian)!

I don't get to draw them a lot compared to the trio, so I decided to color my sketch for them being a little bitch to e/o (Shiki started it tho). Colors subject to minor changes like the exact shade lol like Hiyori's hair is supposed to be pink why does it look purple-ish in my other screen what the hell

How does this oc get along with people they just met?

Hiyori: Even before the main story started in Daily Life Arc, he has always been a blunt but polite & hardworking honor student who's well-liked by teachers and fellow students alike. He gets along with people with basic human decency and respect if there's really no reason to be mean to them. But he won't be the one to usually reach out just to socialize.

Fast forward to when he gets dragged by KanaRumi to being involved with all this yakuza business --- If he senses the smallest bit of "not being normal" towards someone he just met, he's definitely judging you. He thinks KanaRumi and their guardians are all freaks, and he's the only normal one lmao (he also started swearing a lot because of them)

Shiki: Shiki has a preference for hanging out with people he looks up to. His criteria are those who he thinks are cool and are extremely talented/skilled at what they do. So the first thing he does when meeting someone is to judge them on whether or not they're someone who fits those criteria 😭😭

If they fit, he's very nice and polite with them. If you're in the upper ranks (yeah...he ranks them...), it would like he's a kid interacting with his favorite superhero ro some shit like that. If they don't fit, good luck because he's going to be very mean to you.

Around when does this oc get up in the morning?

Hiyori: As the most normal person in the Oniyanagi guardians (😭😭😭), he gets up at around 6AM in the morning. He even follows a morning routine before going to school, which includes doing light exercises and going for a short jog, since he really wants to maintain his health. He aspires to be a doctor, so what good would it be if he, himself, is not in good health?

Shiki: If it's a school day, then he tries his best to wake up at around 6-7AM. But the problem is that, he often spends his nights either gaming/streaming or going on missions, so he wakes up later than expected. If it's not on a school day or if his health issues start flaring up, he wakes up at around noon (earliest) or afternoon(latest).

What is this oc's favorite and least favorite food?

Hiyori: His favorite food is...his mom's cooking (🥹💖✨✨✨ Hiyoriiinnn what a good boy ueueueue). His least favorite food are spicy foods, as well as Kurumi and Bianchi's cooking. He thinks they're all health hazards.

Shiki: His favorite food is "any instant food", from instant noodles, convenience store food to canned goods, as long as its tasty enough. Anything that can be prepared on the go, because he thinks he has other better things to do (gaming) than to spend a long time cooking a balanced meal. His least favorite food are the stale and tasteless ones they serve you at the hospital.

[daily-hanamura]

[drwafton]

Addendum. you can very easily bribe Larry Wyatt if you bring him the second Lord of the Ring book (Two Towers) even without having to explain the time travel thing to him. It's out in the UK, but not in the US in '55. Wouldn't recommend the Return of the King, though, as it doesn't exist yet in his time.

"I think I have a c0py of that b0ok s0m3wh3r3. Hold 0n.."

"TH3R3 W3 G0"

[dandelionjack]

ohbhh my god the. stuff belonging to all of nick’s exes the. baggage in the self storage. literal baggage about to get blown up. past companions. ‘everyone was grieving and then i sort of stepped in to help, family obligation. sort of became my life, really, while i wasn’t looking’ i don’t know what i’m saying anymore.

[masonheiralscrossbow]

mahana song. trust me