#merge confirmed

[doe-eye-oswald]

The argument for detco and magic kaito not existing in the same universe being Magic Isn't Real is just sooo,,,,,

Don't mind the wonder drug that occasionally de-ages people or the bowtie that can imitate voices perfectly or the power shoes that enhance your kicks or all the secret agents and criminals capable of absolute inhuman physical feats or that one martial artist who apparently has super strength or the teenage girl who can punch through concrete walls or the woman who literally doesn't age.

But GOD FORBID if there was one (1) actual witch and a maybe magical gem that grants immortality.

[locallygrowndaikon]

If youve been wondering where ive been

[tundraplateau]

So I go on tumblr, and decide to look up the Chima tag because it was a Lego theme I loved when I was younger.

And I guess I was right about the internet: “You will learn something, wether you like it or not.”

WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHIMA’S CANON TO NINJAGO?!

[straylaughs]

// 5.6 aq spoilers in tags

[lesbow]

Just spent time reading a 50k fic only for them to rewrite Aang killing Ozai at the end I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you (the concept not the author)

I do not understand why it’s so hard for people to accept that Aang removing Ozai’s bending was the greatest conclusion for their arcs. Could energy bending have been hinted at earlier? Yeah perhaps. But regardless, the whole point of Aang not murdering Ozai + not sparing him either, is to highlight him finally coming into his own.

Aang found a compromise between his monk ideals and the responsibilities of the Avatar. The Fire Nation tried to wipe out his people. Aang is their SOLE survivor, the only one who can preserve their culture. But no matter how different the world looks, he refuses to be seen as a relic of a forgotten people. He is here, now. The Air Nomads did not all die out because he is still here right now and he refuses to let the war say otherwise.

Aang’s arc is about accepting what it means to be the Avatar. He’s spent seasons running from his duties. But it’s not a coincidence the first time Aang ever ran away was from his temple home. Because he has duties as the Avatar but also to his people, and he fled from them both. Because thematically they are one and the same, they are both him.

This is why it’s so important the show ends with Ozai being taken out by unflinching and unapologetic Air Nomad ideals. Him not killing Ozai is a message to everyone that their philosophies are not extinct, even in wartime even after so many are gone.

I can’t stand people who view it as a cop out because it’s not even like Aang spared him. Ozai was a purist who used his extraordinary bending to reign terror and death. Without it, he is nothing because he chose for it to be all he was. Aang quite literally removed a significant chunk of what made up Ozai’s identity. Just because Aang did not maim him physically does not mean Ozai wasn’t served justice.

Ozai abused Fire Nation culture and his role as the Firelord. So in the end, he lost ties to both, and will have to suffer as he watches the world thrive without him. In contrast, Aang mended his own ties, to both the Air Nomads and his role as the Avatar. Ozai lost his sense of identity while Aang restored his.

Aang did his duty as the Avatar and eliminated a world conquering threat. Aang also did his duty to his people and maintained their ideals after the world tried to get rid of them.

Removing Ozai’s bending signifies that he finally, beautifully, learned what it means to be who he is. After seasons of running away, he has come home, to himself, his people, and his duties, and became Avatar Aang.

I, on the other hand, am not an Air Nomad, so the next person that tries to frame the finale as “Nickelodeon were cowards and just didn’t want to show a death” will be getting beat with a bat.

[itsnotmourn]

Sorry if I keep on invading your askbox, but I have 2 more shipnames for Garcia to add to the chart:

ObsessiveLaw (Alternate shipname for him x Evermore that me and my friend made up)

And ChubbyKitty (Him x Michelle, because Garcia's pretty chubby himself)

(Also I LOVE your art for Warrior cats Ignacio! Ty for doing the request btw! <3333)

these are cute !! sure, i'll add them in :3

for some reason, it took me a while to register obsessive as evermore because i kept reading it as "obssessive towards another thing" rather than himself LOL /silly

[sealovinq]

goodmorning i miss jose

[iocheaira]

btw reading jane eyre “for real” for the first time and well. sorry to emily new favorite brontë

[heyimcelery]

Thinking they became so inextricably alike that 12s goodbye speech when he forgets her is incredibly similar to the speech he gives himself when he regenerates.

Like the things he knows she needs to hear are the very things he wishes to carry with him in his new self

the doctor's relationship with clara mesmerizes me, to be completely frank. like wdym you split yourself in his time stream so there was no version of him throughout his immortal life that didn't coexist with a version of you that would die when the moment arose in order to save him. wdym you consider her the only mystery worth solving and your fixation on her to be the thing that saved you from wasting away in victorian london out of grief, renouncing every vow and principle you've upheld as the basis for your entire identity. wdym you believe in him so strongly that the fervency of your faith is a shackle clasped around both of your ankles, but you don't even care because your hand is in his and you know he will save you from this. wdym you're slowly becoming agonizingly aware that she's become as reckless with her life as you are with yours in her desperation to become like you and it's killing you because there is no one like you for good reason (there is only the master, but that's a completely separate ballpark); you know every relationship you have ever started has a grave marker staked in it from the moment of its conception but you thought you'd have longer than this. you need her, you need her, you need her. you'll walk through hell for however long it takes to get her back and you will not regret even a single moment of it. like wdym by that

[toastywindow]

*clutches heart* wdym you'd kill anders every single playthrough in da2??????????????? some people just dont understand 😔

[nexus-nebulae]

cruel prince really has me thinking a ton now abt which fantasy/scifi species has the ability to birth twins (especially identical ones). like apparently the Fae in that realm just do not have a concept of bearing twins (let alone triplets or more) so when they meet a pair of identical twin humans in the book they have no idea what to do abt it

[garlicgravy]

The FSM is actually a deadbeat dad but y'all aren't ready for that conversation yet

I know a deadbeat parent when I see one 💥💥

Spinjitzu brothers...🤍

[ask-kimerako-therapycarpool]

I mean... age kind of does. If it's younger and less experienced it probably doesn't fully understand what it did

[His eyes roll and huffs.] Probably way more than old enough to know what it did was bad and loved every second of it. 😑

[faetealights]

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[rinnstars]

youre my world!

in which they accidentally reveal your relationship to the public (and confirms it)

bllk boys x reader (reo, nagi, rin, sae,): fluff, crack, pro-athletes bllk boys, drabbles, not proofread + likes n reblogs are appreciated!

reo mikage:

sometimes, contrary to what reo believes, he’s simply impulsive and childish in the face of love - excitedly posting a story of you and him at your favourite cafe, beaming at the way your hands merged with him so well - so well that he posted it to his main public account associated with both mikage corporation and his soccer career in manshine city where everyone witnessed it up for 12 hours before he wakes up to his PR calling him freaking out. to be honest, he thinks it shouldn’t be such a big deal right? its not as if the media hasn’t speculated over his relationship status for months now - from every little jewellery that fits perfectly onto his wrist, neck and fingers, from every visits to designer clothes store, to designer jewellery store, to designer shoe stores bringing out huge shopping bags that make his frame look petite in comparison, from every single photo he posts on his feed that they scruntised from the angle, to the place, to the clothes that seem to belong to a matching set somewhere somehow. its expected some thinks - he’s rich, he’s got a decent career, he’s charming both in looks and personality publicised in front of television for many to swoon over, there’s no way he isn’t taken just yet. but now, the focus that he’s so used to shifts to you, who’s only half a face is revealed but has gathered just as much attention a selfies he posts on social media at the request of his managers. and perhaps he now feels it - the jealousy that runs green at his heart as if its always been there tugging at the red muscle, and suddenly all he wants to do is to keep you in his treasure chest of things only he can have, keep you caged in his warm embrace like after practice forever, keep you safe away from the public side of the world that he’s practically born to face. but right at the same time, he wishes nothing more than to parade you in front of the world that he’s sure he loathes secretly in his heart, to share with the world of hte blessing that the world has given him in the bitter and harsh world, to express his love in the way he knows how to.

he thinks it was fate that he accidentally posted it on the wrong account, and who is he to go against the universe that have led you to him in this lifetime. and so, he posts a photo dump of you and him right on his main account - filled with pictures gathered and kept by him in his phone in a folder, whether that be a picture of you eating that sugary-sweet treat that he can still taste from the kiss he shared with you right after that photo, picture of you with him right after his first ever win in his career beaming ear-to-ear hat he looks at like its his lucky charm till this day, picture of you and him wearing that matching chikawa pajama at his apartment studying late into the night together for your finals together. and next time the reporter asks him, he doesn’t hesitate to profess his love of you to the world as though he’s waited his entire life to confess it out to the world.

nagi seishiro:

nagi seishiro is practically on the hunt list by paparazzis - infamously hard to capture on film not because of his bright white hair that seems to avoid flashes but rather that he rarely goes out of his apartment - and when he does, does the paparazzi goes crazy especially when he leaves his house on a blue moon, hands tangling with someone else’s. to him, it was just another day - dragged by you to go to wherever you want for the day that you surely deserve after sleeping over at his place for the past few days cramming for your assignments and whatnot in a quiet environment that just so happens to be his room whilst he lazes around in his bed playing his game with his earphones on glancing at you unbeknownst to you. it was supposed to be just another lunch date just like any others you’ve been with him, wearing whatever to go to your nearby cafe that practically recognises you and nagi and hides you at the corner booth where he first confessed to you out of pure impulse after seeing you chat excitedly about your interest with such passion he can’t help but feel his heart skip multiple beats at once. and yet here you both are giggling at the edits and theories his fans have came up with in defence against a dating rumour as you two lie on his bed, body practically melted together, limbs tangled with his — whether that be deeming you as his little sister that hes strangely close to, to deeming the photo as a breach of privacy, to deeming the photo as straight up edited. he thinks its sort of funny, isnt it clear you two are clearly together romantically? with his hands wrapped around yours that fits just right like a puzzle piece fitting into one another. his eyes glancing at you as though youre his entire world, his smile that rarely appears on his face as he listens to another of your passionate chats.

and he supposes he must be a pretty passive or straight up bad partner when on his next win, a reporter asks about you in such a demeaning and insulting way that ticks his brain the wrong way. he thinks its too much of a bother to get fired up, he thinks its useless to get all upset and red in the face, he thinks its only fools that let their emotion overtake them — yet its against that comment that he suddenly stands up that surprises his members, the reporters around and even the crowd, his mouth leaning onto the microphone that for the first time speaks of something other than mediocre and uninterested responses but the same passionate tone that he thinks you must be rubbing off him, announcing your relationship with him with nothing but love and pride in his voice. and maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t regret it and its no bother to defend you to the world - its you and him against the world anyways.

itoshi rin:

all of this started simply because of rin’s first win in the world cup - pulling at the promise ring attached to his necklace to kiss in celebration that went trending on social media. its not uncommon for football players to celebrate on field or have lucky charms - but for fans to see the logical and detached itoshi rin to indulge in such superstitious habits is unnerving, completely out of character of the cool and calm player that practically overwhelms the field completely. he doesn’t think much of it, youre his lucky charm anyways - every game he makes sure to kiss that polaroid of you that he took of you badly with your new digicam that is slightly blurry and slightly way too bright but he kisses that beam of yours anyways, every game he makes sure to hear that voice message of you wishing him luck in that cheery tone that just makes him replay it over and over until time is up and he practically runs out to the field for the game, and every game he makes sure to dedicate each and every step. kick, turn all to you. he doesn’t get why the reporters keep asking him the same old question - “are you dating someone?” the answer is obviously yes, but that doesn’t mean he can say it - whether it be due to his PR manager, whether that be due to not wanting the media in his personal life, whether that be simply to protect you from the spotlight. its irritating, standing under that spotlight as questions gets thrown at him again and again - all he can think about is you on the stand still waiting for him probably getting cold from the harsh and ruthless wind that your sweater might not be able to keep you warm despite it all, all he can think is the congratulationary kiss you give him after each game that melts both yours and his lips together that makes his entire face go uncharacteristically bright red and his eyes go wide, all he can think about is you so close to running off mid interview again like hes a spoiled child throwing a tantrum as the media described it just to see you a little earlier and spend a little more time with you rather than these irrelevant people. really, not even the harsh critics by the media and fans that compares him to a clone of his brother that leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, not even his PR manager’s scoldings and nagging can deter him from running away from all of these to you, and hell hes sure not even if the world ended right in front him right now would he hesitate before running with all hes ever known, even faster than he runs during these matches to get to you, to at least kiss you once last time before you two turn into mash like those zombie movies that perhaps have gotten a little too into his head.

and he ticks his tongue again at that same question. are you dating someone? he sees you from the corner of his eye, walking away from the venue likely going to his car to get some warmth at least, and he cant stand to see you walk alone and so it leaves before he realises. “yes.” one word before he runs as though he’s back right into another life-or-death situation on the field. runs as though that is his only way of salvation, runs as though hes chasing after world - you. and its with you he thinks that he loses that logical and cold persona that everyone forces on him - because with you, hes just itoshi rin, your boyfriend and not any of the names the media and the world wants to throw on him whether positive of negative.

itoshi sae:

every time he goes back to japan, he swears his luck goes all the way down - first time where he goes home and finds out that his middle school had closed down where he went there the morning after, second time where he realises the convenience store he goes to closed down for the very week he was staying, and third time where he finds a photograph of him buying a ring for you going viral online. and he finds out when he sees you giggling hunched over on the other side of the red. his right side feels awfully ice cold without your arms wrapping around his body drooling in your sleep that he’s much more used to. if anything, he’s more surprised that youre awake - he doesn’t know what time it is, a stark contrast to him in spain that’s practically like a robot to the way he automatically wakes up at six on the dot and automatically does his exercise routine on auto pilot - all he knows is that its certainly too early for you to be leaving his side to laugh at god knows what. its only in your apartment that he gets to act all grumpy as though he’s back to been thirteen sleeping over at your house where he spends the night completely awake at your tight embrace on him as though he’s your plushie that’s now on the floor abandoned for his warmth and wakes up completely sleep-deprived that’s remedied by your bright grin. he doesn’t hesitate to turn a little to your side and snake his hands around your waist, his hands fitting right with your body, earning a flinch from you from his ice cold hands that contrasts with your warmth. its only then he realises his surprise has been completely spoiled - its not the only thing the media has pretty much put a dent in his life, constant comparison that drove a wedge deeper into him and his brother relationship, flip-flopping between praise and criticism of each and every of his gameplay on the field that makes him secretly doubt his own self that he doesn’t wish to admit, and now spoiling a surprise he was excited thinking of spending the two of your life together for the rest of eternity. your laugh clears any of the black cloudy joke that hazes over his mind with negative thoughts of self doubt, of insecurities, of irrational fear in your eyes, you don’t hesitate to hold him in your embrace, turning him back to his previous sleeping position - away from your phone, away from any distraction, away from the outside world. and he knows, he knows, even with that surprised spoiled, he’s sure you might just say yes to the diamond ring he still has kept in a dark red box right in his luggage tonight for a home-cooked dinner.

and he supposes he can give the media a glimpse of his life once in a while, playing the disappearance act for a few months as per usual before he posts a photo of you and him - draped in white cloth surrounded by white flowers with you and his friends and family at the side away from the camera, draped in jewelleries that he’s surprising not well-known to in the media that’s picky about the picture-perfect facade of itoshi sae that they have long decided on, draped in each others tugging at each other with nothing but love between both of you. in this world, its you and him whether or not with the media included or not, but he can’t help but to show you off to the world his angel can he?

[heartmaddie]

desk mate rin itoshi ! who had never spoken a word to you all year, each morning the two of you would sit in awkward silence surrounded by the endless chatter of your classmates. you were led to believe he strongly disliked you, as each question which spilled from your unexpecting lips would be returned with a sideways glance and annoyed sigh, followed by a tight-lipped response.

desk mate rin itoshi ! who was actually quite fond of you. every afternoon he found himself readily awaiting the morning where he could silently bask in your calming presence without any unnecessary energy being wasted. he found his eyes calmed once they fell on your figure, there was something about you, inviting, which pulled him in.

desk mate rin itoshi ! who, one afternoon, found you sitting in your lonesome outside the school. he didn’t know if it was out of worry or concern when he found his feet moving faster to reach you. his chest swelled as he noticed the water which pricked from your eyes, and his hand reached out to gently wipe your tears away before he could even realise it.

friend rin itoshi ! who, after that afternoon’s incident, started to actively converse with you during classes. it was almost jarring to hear the voice you had become so accustomed to as ‘cold’ and ‘distant’ suddenly have a peculiar warmth flourish through. 

admirer rin itoshi ! who couldn’t take his gaze away from you, he found himself hanging onto every glance and syllable which fell from your lips. he would watch quietly as you laid your head on the oak table, eyes shut in exhaustion, as his slender fingers gently stroked the ends of your hair sprayed on the wood. a deep blush would adorn his cheeks as a teasing smile graced your lips once you’d felt his touch and his hand would quickly pull away.

admirer rin itoshi ! who had confessed so suddenly, grasping your wrist gently before break started and keeping you in the classroom, away from everybody else. his tone, undeniably tender, had hints of anxiety strung between words, and you felt your heart melting just a tad bit more for him. the confirmation of your feelings were somewhat unexpected, and the way his beryl eyes widened in surprise, but irrefutable excitement did nothing but make him seem extremely endearing under the noon sunlight.

boyfriend rin itoshi ! who couldn’t seem to be able to get his hands off you since you started dating, fingers constantly interlinked as he’d walk with you to each class. there was something about your hold which was so addicting, and he was constantly feining for the warmth which only radiated from you.

boyfriend rin itoshi ! who’s new favourite pastime was to spend hours resting his head against the swell of your chest, your heartbeat a tangible reminder of your presence, but also a soothing melody which only he, could make the notes out from. your hair would brush gently against his skin, and he found himself sinking into your skin and burrowing himself inside.

boyfriend rin itoshi ! who had never felt like he had belonged anywhere until he met you. everything about you fit the description of what ‘home’ meant to him. your voice was alluring and sanguine, whispering caramelised words into the swell of his ear until he was fully absorbed under each letter, and in those moments you shared together you found yourself merging with him, almost as if you were coming to a whole once again.

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