#new descriptors for me

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

I don't have a tiktok (never got on the bus at the beginning + I am a big time video hater unless I'm settling in to Watch A Thing) so I end up missing nearly every big trend or newly coined phrase, and let me tell you: nothing makes me feel like a decrepit old bone witch like being chronically online and still needing to Google "aura farming."

[emstargazer]

Artistically speaking, I'll never not feel an odd disappointment toward this one period in FoTME where Miura was so adamant about giving Guts those somewhat blocky, overly sharp facial features with an unusually elongated head because although I don't mind or even dislike the "chad look" as some might call it I personally find his design to be the most charming during this same period when Miura was not going for that look.

To give an example, this is a part of a panel from the YA issue:

This is a revision of that same part for the physical volume release:

[stick-by-me]

To the rescue!

New follower sticker for: @stranger-awakening!

[thecindercrow]

sorry, but I love the "set entirely within Lumiose city" announcement. That only increased the hype for me. I love a good, fleshed-out city to wander in. But mostly, to me, that indicates a change in the usual formula, which is really intriguing. Yeah, there's the question of where we'll get wild pokemon - which then raises the question of whether that even will be the same old mechanic we're used to. Or will something else be going on this game? Without a region to fill, how in-depth in the city can they get and what will we be doing?

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

I was in the car with my aunt and grandma talking about my siblings and I said that my youngest brother "marches to the beat of his own drum, but it's a very pleasant drum!" And they said "sounds like someone else in this car!!" and started pointing at me

[machabre]

little dude. think it's another regal but orange. the cheeto dust colorway

tw: bug arachnid arthropod

[chaos-is-neutral]

Everyday I get onto Arcane Twitter and everyday I see someone complaining about someone’s writing or writing techniques. Everyday I am tested about finally fully giving up that hell site.

It’s always the same people too who don’t write always complaining. I’m seriously at my wits end with the entitlement and asshole behavior people have toward fic writers. It’s getting worse every year.

I now see why so many of my fav fic writers left that hell site.

[deiscension]

I'll take "posts that aren't about SQX but also are completely about them too" for 500

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 49🚨

He had just been crowned the khagan's Heir. With Nesryn as his potential bride. Potential, to Aelin's amusement, because Nesryn herself wasn't so keen on being empress of the mightiest empire in the world.

But what Sartaq had said— Elide blurted, "You mean to not go to Terrasen?" Aelin kept still, her fingers curling at her sides.

"Terrasen needs aid," Rowan said, his face the portrait of steely calm as he surveyed their new allies and old friends.

"And yet Terrasen has not called for it," Hasar countered, utterly unfazed by the wall of Fae warriors glowering at her. Exactly the sort of person Aelin had hoped she'd be when she wrote to her all those months ago.

Chaol cleared his throat. Gods above, Chaol was walking again. And married to Yrene Towers, who had healed him.

A thread in a tapestry. That's what it had felt like the night she'd left the gold for Yrene in Innish. Like pulling a thread in a tapestry, and seeing just how far and wide it went.

All the way to the southern continent, it seemed. And it had rippled back with an army and a healed, happy friend. Or as happy as any of them might be at the moment.

Aelin glanced sidelong to Rowan. Found him already staring at her. We'll convince them to go to Terrasen, her mate said silently.

"It's back," he panted, gaping at Nesryn. "For days now, I swore I felt something, noted changes, but today it just all came back."

Nesyn angled her head, her curtain of dark hair sliding over an armored shoulder. "Who…"

Borte squeezed the young man's arm. "Falkan. It's Falkan, Nesryn." Prince Sartaq stalked to Nesryn's side, graceful as any Fae warrior. "How." But the young man had turned toward Aelin, eyes narrowing. As if trying to place her.

Then he said, "The assassin from the market in Xandria."

Aelin arched a brow. "Hopefully, the horse I stole didn't belong to you." A cough from Fenrys. Aelin threw the warrior a grin over her shoulder.

"I was always young," Falkan muttered. "I just didn't look it." His gray eyes again found Aelin's. "I gave you a piece of Spidersilk."

For a heartbeat, the then and the now blended and wobbled. "The merchant," Aelin murmured. She'd last seen him in the Red Desert-looking twenty years older. "You sold your youth to a stygian spider."

"You two know each other?" Nesryn gaped.

"The threads of fate weave together in strange ways," Falkan said, then smiled at Aelin. "I never got your name."

Hasar chuckled from the other side of the desk. "You already know it, shifter."

Before Falkan could figure it out, Fenrys stepped forward. "Shifter?"

But Nesryn said, "And Lysandra's uncle." Aelin slumped into the chair beside Chaol's.

Rowan laid a hand on her shoulder, and when she looked up, she found him near laughter.

"What's so funny, exactly?" she hissed.

Rowan smirked. "That for once, you are the one who gets knocked on your ass by a surprise."

Aelin stuck out her tongue. Borte grinned, and Aelin winked at the girl.

But Falkan said to Aelin and her companions, "You know my niece."

"Lysandra is my friend, and Lady of Caraverre," Aelin said. "She is not with us," she added upon Falkan's hopeful glance toward the tent flaps. "She's in the North."

Not their considerable beauty, but their size, their pointed ears, their weapons and elongated canines. Aelin whispered conspiratorially to the girl, "Make them roll over before you offer them a treat."

Lorcan glared, but Fenrys shifted in a flash, the enormous white wolf filling the space.

Hasar swore, Sartag backing away a step, but Borte beamed. "You are all truly Fae, then." Gavriel, ever the gallant knight, sketched a bow. Lorcan, the bastard, just crossed his arms.

Yet Rowan smiled at Borte. "Indeed we are."

Borte whirled to Aelin. "Then you are Aelin Galathynius. You look just how Nesryn said." Aelin grinned at Nesryn, the woman leaning against Sartaq's side. "I hope you only said horrible things about me."

"Only the worst," Nesryn said with dead flatness, though her mouth twitched.

But Falkan whispered, "The queen," and fell to his knees.

Hasar laughed. "He never showed that sort of awe when he met us."

Sartaq lifted his brows. "You told him to turn into a rat and scuttle away."

Aelin hoisted up Falkan by the shoulder. "I can't have my friend's uncle kneeling on the ground, can I?"

"You said you were an assassin." Falkan's eyes were so wide the whites around them gleamed. "You stole horses from the Lord of Xandria—"

"Yes, yes," Aelin said, waving a hand. "It's a long story, and we're in the middle of a war council, so..."

"Piss off?" Falkan finished

Aelin laughed, but glanced to Nesryn and Sartaq. The former jerked her chin to Falkan. "He's become our spy of sorts. He joins us in these meetings." Aelin nodded, then winked at the shifter. "I suppose you didn't need me to slay that stygian spider after all."

But Falkan tensed, his attention going to Nesryn and Sartaq, to Borte, still gawking at the Fae males. "Do they know?"

Aelin had a feeling she'd need to sit down again. Chaol indeed patted the chair beside him, earning a chuckle from Yrene. Doing herself a favor, Aelin indeed sat, Rowan taking up his place behind her, both of his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. His thumb ran along the nape of her neck, then drifted over the mating marks again scarring one side thanks to the seawater they'd used to seal them. But as her muscles soothed beneath that loving touch, her soul with it, her breath remained tight.

It didn't get any better when Nesryn said, "The stygian spiders are Valg."

Silence.

"We encountered their kin, the kharankui, deep in the Dagul Fells. They came into this world through a temporary crack between realms, and remained afterward to guard the entrance, should it ever reappear."

"This cannot end well," Fenrys muttered. Elide hummed her agreement.

"They feed on dreams and years and life," Falkan said, a hand on his own chest. "As my friends have said the Valg do."

Aelin had seen Valg princes drain a human of every last drop of youth and vigor and leave only a dried corpse behind. She wouldn't put it past the spiders to have a similar gift.

"What does this mean for the war?" Rowan asked, his thumbs still stroking Aelin's neck.

"Will they join Erawan's forces is the better question," Lorcan challenged with a face like stone.

"They do not answer to Erawan," Nesryn said quietly, and Aelin knew. Knew from the look Chaol gave her, the sympathy and fear, knew in her bones before Nesryn even finished.

"The stygian spiders, the kharankui, answer to their Valg queen. The only Valg queen. To Maeve."

[violentdevotion]

where do white jews go in the white people ranking... do we get incorporated with whatever part of europe we came from.. country of current residence.. do characteristics like stoner or spicy white new yorker supersede jewishness... please i need to know 🙏

ill be fr. i didn't feel comfortable putting white jews as a category because Jewish people are an oppressed minority still and it felt gross to have people vote on and comment on them as a category of people. which may be hypocritical because ive got catholics and orthodox white people as an option but when i was making the initial polls it didn't sit right with me to have people vote on how much they like jews if that makes sense. so they'd have to be lumped with whatever other type of white person they are, like you said residence or personality. also the ranking results are not my choice at all i took them from the results of the poll so i couldn't even tell you where youd go without making another poll

[aperture-of-bullshit]

The one thing they could do that I think would make me forgive blonde percy is if they cast Thalia as East Asian. Genuinely think that would repair any and all psychic damage I have and ever will receive from blonde percy

[poisonouspastels]

out of all my time brainstorming for the Minecraft AU never did I think one of the thought processes I would have is "the moon is made of glowstone"

[vulpinesaint]

so delighted by the new you + merc + i tag

so many silly little tumblr posts with groups of three silly little things out there lately :D was gonna text our little groupchat about it but thought i would let it fill out a little bit first...

[hotcinnamonsunset]

spotify genres are just a random word generator

[why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat]

*Ahem*

In order of the states I've lived in:

Pussy, Hell, Hell/Dick, Pussy, Bitch, Pussy, Fuuuuck, Bitch, Fuuuuck, Pussy, Fuuuuck, [unknown], Fuuuuck, Hell, [unknown], Hell

Most popular swear words by state in the US

[arolesbianism]

Alright boys pack it up no more rain world posting new oni dlc is coming out in less than a week