#thread comp

[cellgatinbo]

yes i did just watch a thread of over 230+ guapoduo clips. yes i did mean to get in the shower like 2 hours ago. and what of it?

[aeridium]

6”x5” embroidered falin from ch 52 of the manga! 🐓

[echomortis]

I know its the devil talking but i keep getting thoughts of "thats it your ass is going back to the source material" and "you are getting a bad grade in headcanons which is in fact possible to achieve and healthy to worry about". sighs

[nekrospompos]

@lanctiflora || Tainted Offering, Hollow Prayer. (Starter)

After your heart stops, your brain can persist for up to ten minutes. Normal men are granted the crooning mercy of a waiting room, the soft hushed welcome that blankets fear into nothingness before their body expires. For a cultivator, excess qi can be supplemented for oxygen, allowing a man to experience vividly the coming death that licks his nerves numb. Countless li away from the oceanside kingdom of Yunmeng lies their former second prince, eyes bloodshot and glossing by the second. Someone yanks out the blade that has bisected his heart and drags Wei Wuxian by the hair. He would come to regret not glancing over and seeing who exactly had slighted him, so he might haunt them as a vengeful ghost, but It’d been such a tiring year. Even his fearsome eyes can't bear to roll an inch more, stuck to a spot on the sky where light cracks from between soft clouds. He is waiting for a storm that does not come. Wei Wuxian dies under a clear and sunny sky.

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Not everything that lurked within Binan Suo was dead, despite its rumor-given title of a ghost mound. Gui, yao, guai and mo. All combinations of orders gave uninformed labels to the men who shoved each colorful and sharp-toothed thing into some few boxes, missing completely the marvel of harmony they’d all managed to achieve. Refuge was once an old pit, say the beasts that crawled through Xinjiang border’s rich soil. Something had cleaved through the old city in its prime, rumors changed the culprit from calamity to god, all agreeing that the earth mixed with rubble and mercury so thoroughly that the land and its devastation became one. Like worms, the resentment-thick ruin became a paradise to all evil that hid in the gaps of air below stained earth, barging into beds and half torn kitchens that caused daily uproar over territory disputes. If they were grander things, larger and sharper, then the ambitious maggots might do as their nature asked but already there were too few shelters for the vulgar and filthy.

A century ago, Mount Tonglu shivers. From its cinnabar womb is born a man masked in simple bronze, delicate hands clean and pure, swathed in robes of ash. With no survivors, gossip relies on the minor ghosts who dared not enter too far. They speak of a horrible song with a melody so enchanting that the mountains themselves had been charmed, that the newest calamity did not play or hum a tune in his exit, that the lingering melody was the last obsessions of each spirit he had slain, too enchanted to recall anything else as their fires flickered and died. The soul twisting maestro of ash, hisses the wisest of cowards, a foul brute who domineered any opposing ghost, bending their unwilling bodies to break until they were broken themselves. He did not have to lift a finger.

A century ago, the Xinjiang Ruins found themselves hosting a man who introduced himself as Lian Ren. A decade later, a city blooms from sickly roots, bright and busy.

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“You hear that crap ‘bout elders not showing respect to the kids at these things? The livin’ folk would just leave my kid’s body there! Too good to bring home their own sons!”

A child’s funeral is hardly a point for celebration, but each death within Binan Suo’s gates could be a point of jealousy. If there was one thing the town’s keeper excelled at, it was opulent rituals, laughing with a loose grip on fluttering joss papers that they have the coffers to spare. Today’s celebration is that a full week can be properly devoted to mourning and celebration; A short life is still a life lived, thus one worth honoring. The old ghost is given enough warmed liquor to forget about crying and every festive stranger intends to keep it that way.

“Yeah! And make sure not to dress ‘em in red! Wouldn’t want the little guy coming back as a ghost! HAH!”

Wine spills heavily at every opportunity, already dirtying the robes of the father, red-eyed and making a point to speak his humor towards his son. A small ghoul, the pair had arrived only a week ago with the son cold and muttering of a chasing wisp only he could see. “He’s beautiful,” the boy had murmured, “he’s telling me of his daughters.” The boy said very little after that and his body grew weaker and weaker until one sunrise revealed a cold body, as if his soul and flesh were cut. Most could sympathize with such a tragedy, pulling the father into a crowd as thick in cackles as it was in broken cups.

The master of Refuge is masked and clothed in black, lounging against a tree trunk a li from his city. He lowers his arm enough that the accompanying slender-necked ghost can refill the bronze zhi held carelessly between calloused fingers.

Wei Wuxian had no need to learn of each wedding or funeral but the manner of the boy’s death did not come to his attention until a coffin was commissioned, sending him on a private hunt, tugged along by intrigue and a strange guilt that his warding talismans did not hinder the unwelcome entry. Thinking it might be a variant of a reverend of empty words, Wuxian repaints the alarm seals by Wu time, grabs an assistant, gives his personal condolences, and leaves for the forest by Shen time. Dressed in light grey robes, he hums softly, beckoning the forest's spirits to color and rise.

"My condolences for interrupting your rest, I have to ask, does this story seem familiar? A man rides through the forest with his son, who begins to tell of a chasing wisp..."

[starheirxero]

I compiled a shit ton of tsams/tlaes/eaps clips and its a 5 minute video, if i posted that would y'all want it NDBWMDND

[chewyhanniebug]

people who don't watermark their gifs stress me out but i also just realised i didn't watermark my early ones so maybe i can't really talk

[nepsah]

i bought a cheap laptop to replace my good ol' latitude e4300 and at first.. at first i thought i'd make a grave mistake, for you see, in my post-laptop death fugue state of looking for a replacement i was not as thorough in my researching as i should have been......

you see, i ordered a laptop that had win7 as its OS

which is great, it was a real fun blast from the past (sort of, i skipped win7) BUT....

win7 isn't compatible with scrivener. or onedrive. there's workarounds for onedrive but scrivener is necessary...........

anyway allegedly ms stopped letting ppl upgrade for free a couple yrs ago but i managed to weasel my way into an upgrade to win10 anyway and now after a couple of days of fighting for updates to finish and then figuring out why onedrive refused to actually open.........

success.... i can get back on my groove again

[bangtannism]

seeing a whole thread about ~bts being gay for each other~ and it having 1 singular jikook moment in it is what i mean when i say army regularly downplays and ignores things btwn them. it's just. super questionable. 🤨

[survivoirs]

Me when one of my muses might not be as gay as originally planned: Ok what pretty girl made you forget how words work?

[cellgatinbo]

ehehehe found another absurdly long thread of guapoduo/spiderbit clips >:D if i counted right there's around ~260 tweets, but a BUNCH of them have multiple videos per post and sorry i'm just not counting all of those individually

[piningpercussionist]

here's two songs about you, review them, don't, up to you. i personally think they're pretty nice and a fitting tribute to you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ChY-lq88Gs 'Kim Pine' by The Barking Gugs. AND https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjy7LpqCirI 'Kim Pine' by Sitting In An Elevator. -signed, that guy who said he had a crush on you. *enclosed is a small, decently drawn hand-painted painting depicting two figures, one with red hair, presumably Kim. dancing under the stars, in the snow. and a pair of carved, emerald studded drumsticks, with a small pine tree engraved on each, and a small sleeve of Golden Oreos.*

*Kim appears uncomfortable, but again, she pockets the Oreos before setting the other items aside, grimacing.*

People write songs about me? Why? I'm not-

*She takes a deep breath; deciding to listen to the songs before saying anything further, she types up the links into her PC. She listens to both, expression shifting between various stages of grief. Eventually the second song ends, and she spends a moment tapping her fingers against her desk, unsure if she should curb her response.*

... Not really my kind of music. Of the two, I guess I prefer the second? Not really sure I'm comfortable with the sentiments being expressed by men I don't think I've ever spoken to once in my life...

*Her right eye twitches slightly, the corner of her mouth curling in displeasure.*

Look, guy, I appreciate that you like me, but this is... wildly uncomfortable to experience. I mean, you've been pretty nice, really, and thank you for the gifts and all, but... I don't know you. You know to expect nothing, right?

If necessary, I will kick your ass, and I won't feel very badly about it. Hell, I'd use the drumsticks you just gave me to do it.

Just... keep that in mind, I guess. Tred lightly.

[sthrlnd1]

@richmnd. call.

ㅤ“ I come bearing gifts? ” He holds up a coffee. And he smiles, almost unsure. It's dancing around endearing, actually. “ Britain's favourite talk show host got five minutes or what? ”

[marshmallowloves]

I feel like I've said this before on here but if y'all ever happen to see my selfship stuff on some bad/cringe art comp or thread or whatever, I implore you to tell me so I can go see exactly which part of "this is a non-serious hobby at most and I am living a normal healthy life outside of it" those salty chucklefucks fail to grasp

[kristiliqua]

[read this after reading the tags because fuck i hit the tag limit LMFAOO]

— and jason (n the bunch) definitely makes fun of him for it because holy shit you absolute tryhard (he copes and seethes every time tim manages to snipe his slow ass dynamo — which is basically every fucking time tim is there . he has to rush tim like a fucking madman in order to actually splat him , and then usually dies right after bc he rushed into their base , tunnelvisioning tim and tim only , as a fucking Dynamo . tldr he calls him a tryhard to cope)

(and do Not get me wrong ; its not as if jason’s a thoughtless or bad player [i hate ppl calling him a brute . like istg he’s smart too] . its just that dynamo vs charger is a horrible matchup for him , as the dynamo . he Does manage to get tim without rushing him sometimes , but he needs coordination with his team distracting tim or smth in order to get the advantage he needs , since theyre both equally skilled pretty much . but a 1v1 is just Hard in this matchup [said by a dynamo And charger main . trust me on this one LMAO] , and he usually just gets sniped in those situations — its either a trade or death for him most of the time . thats not a jason thing ; its a charger vs dynamo thing lol)

golly i’ve been talking abt this too long (esp abt tim and jason when tim is nowhere to be found in the og post LMFAO Uhm .! i just like them . jason n tim are my boys) . in fact im going to yap more bc i feel i havent given dami enough appreciation

jason would totally love rolling damian over while dami’s sharking him . he’d laugh in his face and clip it on his switch , before saving the clip on his phone or smth just in case damian attempts to delete it

see it as a punishment for trying to shark a dynamo as a splatana/octobrush instead of just ,,, outmaneuvering the dynamo . bc both splatana and octobrush have good enough range to easily take down a dynamo (he outmaneuvers a lot too ofc ; he just tests his luck sometimes by sharking around jason , wanting to surprise him lol)

they are a Unit on the same team tho . damian as the faster splatana/octobrush supporting jason’s slower dynamo/stamper (he’d play that too . def didnt start playing it bc it pairs rlly well with [damian’s] splatana ,, no siree ,,,) as they both kill the enemy team with terrifying efficiency . (i’d say they’d be extra good with tim making callouts in comms — bc ofc im still thinking abt tim too istg 😭 — but i also feel like neither of them would listen to him half of the time . and take joy in his misery whenever they lose , ignoring their own misery from losing in favor of making fun of tim and blaming each other for losing [like “if you hadnt died when they started pushing we could have defended successfully , todd !” / “oh MY BAD that i TRADED with their stupid quick-respawning motherfucker and couldnt paint under my feet to get away from their bomb because im a fucking DYNAMO —” (can you tell i definitely main dynamo and have experienced similar situations . WHY is it so FUCKING BAD at PAINTING UNDER YOUR FEET . MY GOD .)])

anyway holy shit thats it im done Fucking Hell . here’s your essay op ! i love the art . it has clearly stirred my love for batfam and splatoon (im sorry LMFAOAO)

is this too niche

[yoteblog]

tbh tumblr is the only site ive used where I haven't been too worried about attention/likes/followers

like: oh, my art flopped? thats sad. Anyway, heres a ramble about my special interest and then three shitposts

total zen

[daeniradraconis]

High on Love - Jack H.

Hey lovelies! 💖 I know I promised to work on Age is Just a Number and my Auston Matthews fic, but an idea for a story about Jack being high on pain meds after surgery popped into my head, and I couldn’t resist writing it first! But don’t worry, the others are definitely coming soon!

I hope you enjoy reading it! ✨

For more fun: masterlist

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Jack stirs, his lashes fluttering against pale skin. He looks exhausted, the painkillers keeping him soft and pliant, his limbs heavy against the hospital bed. A slow, lazy smile spreads across his face when his bleary eyes land on you.

“Babe,” he sighs, his voice thick and warm, like honey. He reaches for your hand but completely misses, his fingers clumsily grasping at the air before falling back to the sheets.

You take his hand gently, threading your fingers through his. “I’m right here, love.”

Jack just stares at you, utterly smitten. His pupils are wide, his hair a mess, and there’s an almost childlike wonder in his expression. And yet, even like this, completely drugged out and ridiculous, he’s still stupidly handsome. It’s almost unfair.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs. “My pretty little girlfriend.”

You giggle, rubbing soft circles against the back of his hand. Yep, he’s definitely still high as a kite. “Thank you, baby.”

Jack’s brows knit together suddenly. “Wait. Are you real? Or am I… dead?”

Ellen sighs from the chair on the other side of the bed, watching all of this unfold with thinly veiled amusement. “She’s real, Jack.”

Jack’s head lolls toward her, his sleepy eyes blinking in surprise. “Mom?”

“Yes, Jack,” Ellen says patiently. She looks tired, but there’s something else in her expression, too. A tenderness, a quiet fondness, like she’s looking at her baby boy rather than her fully grown 23-year-old son.

Jack stares at her for a long moment before his eyes suddenly widen. He turns back to you, gripping your hand with what little strength he has.

“Babe. We got caught.”

Your stomach drops slightly. He can’t mean—

“What?”

Jack swallows hard, looking genuinely panicked. “She knows about us.”

You exchange a glance with Ellen, whose lips are already twitching with laughter.

“Jack,” you say carefully, “we’ve been together for three years. And, sweetheart, your mom caught us five months in. She’s known for a long time.”

Jack shakes his head furiously. “No, no, no. We were in spy mode. No one was supposed to know.”

Ellen snorts. “Jack. I caught you a long time ago.”

Jack frowns. “No, you didn’t.”

Ellen exhales sharply, rubbing her forehead like she feels a migraine coming on. “I walked in on you two.”

Jack tilts his head, eyes clouded with confusion. He looks far too cute to be taken seriously.

Ellen’s voice grows exasperated. “In your kitchen, Jack. You were barely dressed. And your father was with me. We saw you.”

Jack looks at her like she’s lost her mind. “Mom. Be serious.”

“I AM SERIOUS.”

Jack just blinks at her, completely unconvinced. “Nah. Didn’t happen.”

Ellen groans, rubbing a hand down her face. “Oh, for the love of—” She turns to you, confused. “You remember, right?”

You bite your lip, your face heating at the memory. “I definitely remember. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life. Jack, you didn’t have pants on. And I didn’t have anything on top.”

Jack squints at you, gaze searching. Then, suddenly, his expression softens, a slow, lazy grin tugging at his lips.

“I just remember how hot you look naked.”

Ellen groans again. “Jack, concentrate.”

You sigh, smoothing your fingers through Jack’s messy hair. “Baby, I think the pain meds are making you a little loopy.”

Jack hums, leaning into your touch like a lost puppy. “Love when you call me baby.” His lips quirk up at the corners. “Say it again.”

Ellen shakes her head, an incredulous but affectionate smile tugging at her lips. “And here I was, worrying that all those times you hit your head on the ice had done some real damage,” Ellen sighs. “Turns out, all you needed were painkillers to go completely off the rails.” She pushes herself up from the chair with a smirk. “I’m getting a coffee. You two lovebirds enjoy this little moment.”

She barely makes it two steps before Jack’s entire face lights up.

“WAIT.”

You both jump.

Jack gasps dramatically. “WHERE IS LUKE?!”

You and Ellen share a confused look. “Jack, you’re not at home, darling. You’re in the hospital. Luke’s with the team, playing.”

Ellen pinches the bridge of her nose. “These drugs are brutal, Y/N. He’s completely lost it.”

Jack squeezes your hand, looking so heartbreakingly lost that you almost feel bad for laughing. “But I want Luke! He’s the best roommate.” His voice is full of pure, unfiltered adoration. “And he’s so smart. Like, genius-level math smart. He knows how to do derivatives, baby. I don’t even know how to spell that. And his hair? So curly. So perfect. It’s—” He pauses, his voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s unfair.”

You and Ellen barely manage to hold back your laughter as Jack scowls, grumbling under his breath about “stupid, unfairly perfect genetics.”

“You’re really jealous, aren’t you, Jacky?” you tease.

Jack nods aggressively. “YES. And he’s taller than me. It’s messed up. I’m the older one. I should be the taller one.”

You smile softly. “But you love him, not right?”

Jack sighs. “So much.” His lip wobbles slightly. “He’s my best friend.”

Ellen tilts her head, amused. “Quinn’s not gonna like that, Jack.”

Jack gasps, eyes wide with panic. “Ohh, don’t tell Quinn that, Mom!” Then he turns to you. “Babe, Quinn is so cool.”

You bite back a laugh. “I know, sweetheart. I met him.”

Jack nods with absolute conviction. “No, no, you don’t understand. He’s not just smart—he’s brilliant. Emotional intelligence, problem-solving, all that deep, psychological stuff. And he can cook.” Jack’s eyes widen as if this is the most shocking revelation of all. “Like, really cook. Not just toast or eggs—actual meals. And don’t even get me started on his skating. He’s the smoothest, fastest, most effortless skater I’ve ever seen. It’s like he was born on the ice.”

Ellen arches her brow. “Best skater, huh?”

Jack looks deeply offended. “Mom. I’m serious. And you know he’s the best swimmer.”

You blink. “What?” You are seriously confused now.

Jack nods solemnly. “Like, if hockey wasn’t his thing? He’d go Olympic mode.”

Ellen sighs. “Jack, Quinn swims, like, twice a year.”

Jack gasps. “Lies! Mom, you don’t even know your own son. Shame!”

Ellen turns to you with an exaggerated sigh, giving you a knowing look. “You know, Y/N, with the way he keeps crashing all over the ice, it’s only a matter of time before he ends up permanently concussed. So… be prepared.”

Jack pouts. “Mom! I don’t even fall that much. That was so mean.”

Then, suddenly, he grips your hand tighter, eyes shining. “Babe, can we get a dog?”

Ellen groans. “Not this again.”

Jack gasps dramatically. “Mom, I don’t live with you anymore. I’m an adult. This is a decision between me and my partner.” He turns to you, nodding with conviction. “Two golden retrievers. And I’ll teach them to play hockey.”

Ellen pulls out her phone. “I cannot wait to tell Jim, Luke, and Quinn about all of this.”

Jack gasps. “Mom, no—”

“Oh, yes,” Ellen smirks.

Jack pouts, turning to you, desperate. “Babe, you won’t let them make fun of me, right?”

You just grin, brushing your fingers over his cheek. “I don’t know, Jacky. You did just deny our entire relationship.”

Jack’s face falls. “Oh my God. Are we still together?”

You burst into hysterical laughter.

Ellen sighs dramatically. “I’m so leaving,” she says, heading toward the door.

Jack lets out a contented sigh, sinking deeper into his pillow, his eyes locking with yours as he gazes at you with an overwhelming sense of love. "But this is amazing news," he says softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "Because one day, I'm going to marry you."

Your heart melts. “Oh, baby…”

Ellen pauses at the door, looking back at the two of you. “You know what? You should have your wedding in Michigan. The lake house would be the perfect spot for it.”

Jack’s eyes light up, and he looks at you with excitement. “Yes! And Luke can be my best man. Quinn can be yours. So they won’t fight. He loves you like a little sister anyway. You’ll be beautiful in your dress. And I’ll cry at the altar the moment I see you.”

Ellen rolls her eyes dramatically, just like Jack usually does, but the smile on her lips betrays the amusement she’s trying to hide as she exits the room.

You groan, dropping your head onto Jack’s shoulder as your heart swells with happiness. "Just so you know, I’ll hold you to that promise once you’re finally clean from the drugs."

Jack just grins, his eyes fluttering closed, as he drifts back to sleep, completely at peace with the world.