#welcome methinks

[wallys-left-eyeball]

which could mean nothing

[hatdanma]

👽👽👽👽👽

found rhis thinf i think its tellijfn me somethibg

[meet-the-net]

𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

Just half a year later. Mere four thousand three hundred hours. Squeezed between had been some off days, but generally, Ned had lived through six months of hell. An infinite seeming loop of killing and dying. Uncountable rebirths through technology. Each free moment spent trying to get a hold of his displaced parents. Each foiled plan of establishing contact fueling his belligerence. At least the village itself held enough memories to soothe him into reminiscing better days. Until the dreaded letter was delivered.

The unsigned paper informed Ned of a thing called "location rotation", that BLU's and RED's time on Selbyen was up. Furthermore, they reported that the buildings of Selbyen had been riddled with bullets beyond repair that its upkeep was no longer a viable strategy for the company. Two small passenger airplanes would arrive the following day to take the teams “back” to the USA. Petrified of forever leaving the only place he’d ever known, Ned’s flight instinct overpowered him once more – as it did when Team Fortress Industries had first arrived – and he crammed himself beneath the floorboards in his bedroom that usually held his secrets. That night, he was the secret. An ever so disorganized stampede of indifferent mercenaries boarded the planes, navigated by administratively decreed pilots. A head count only came to one of their minds, halfway across the Atlantic at that. Short of one head – and a bit ashamed of not having noticed earlier – the “bravest” member of BLU was determined by vote and pushed stepped forth to gingerly admit their mistake to their purple pilot. To not delay their arrival any further – transporting a bunch of assassins with twitching, trigger happy fingers and immense boredom was a hazardous job – administration decided to deploy their fallback. Ripped from his Manndatory vacation, The BLU Pilot was tasked to either capture and return The Net… or “terminate his contract”.

Caught staring at the horizon that’d swallowed the plane containing the teammates he’d become accustomed to, the roaring of a small private two-seater plane from behind him left him exposed as a deer in headlights. Hiding quickly turned out to be a futile endeavor with every meter the plane crept closer to the short rocky path serving as an impromptu runway. After short, exasperated exhortation – The Pilot really had better things to do than chauffeur this stubborn fisherman across the globe – Ned agreed that the agonies endured and the time spent getting moderately accustomed to everyone in that half year would’ve been for naught, if he were to cast away his life contract, and therefore his family’s steady income, due to such rashness. After whispering bitter farewells to the sand, the shells, the seagulls and smoking his last cigarette on Norwegian grounds, Ned and his entire life contained in solely the two suitcases they’d found in the cargo hold, entered the airplane. Eighteen hours were spent in the air – it took Ned about four of them to cast a first glance out of the window, viewing the sea from heights he’d never been at in his life – and six hours in different airports for refueling the plane, their stomachs and their minds. After countless amounts of cigarettes smoked inside the cockpit and conversations made unpreventable by the confined space, but eventually appreciated and sought out, the airplane wheels touched American ground. The Badlands await him.

[w1yre]

i need to become frank frankly so i can make out with eddie dear

[ceaseless-watchers-special-girl]

hey. tpp fandom. would you like some hot nureyev in these trying times. juno's kneeling in this scene <3

[crabs-with-sticks]

Solas Dragon Age to me.

Solas: Why have I purchased all these swimsuits, from Penny's? Dear god they fill my heart and closet... *unsure, looking for assurance* with grief??? Dorian: I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I can't imagine bringing you to a dinner party without you bringing the mood down. Solas: yeah, yeah- no that's fair.

[some-siren]

Kinda obsessed with the vision of you seeing my kikuo crashout and just going "huh, sure thing blue, I'll like that. Good for you girl?"

Are you telepathic? That was my exact reaction and thought process! I have no clue what you're talking about but I'm happy you're having fun ✨

[lunearsatellite]

mkay second time's the charm <3

let's go fandom adults im taking some Hot sketch requests. solo or pairs or more or fits idc idc <3 just dont expect it to be good or done any time fast and if i dont get to it at all dont hate meeeee but like. mhmm yea send it my way babes

will be posting yummy peeks here and linking full versions in an art book here so i don't get obliterated

shouldn't have to say this but minors u guys are real cool and all that but i'm begging you to back all the way off away from this 🙏 thx 😊

[doctorsiren]

i’ve got the Sparkle On Cleo queued up for the next 53 Wednesdays since next Wednesday was going to be the last Wednesday in my queue from when I queued it up last year

[justmwahstruly]

jumpscaresyoujumpscaresyoujumpscaresyou

she got snowed in aur naurrrr

when i

(little silly next to molly belongs to @mrbuttercup yayayayay)

Meet Hei-Ran and Padma! My silly K-pop and Punjabi pop trolls! (Along with the third wheel friend, Aubade. French pop troll!)

wowa gay people :]

(from @/koifsssh whiteboard shdhsvsfjjsdjhx)

[grimalkinmessor]

Witcher AU Mobrei/Tsumobrei but Ageswap style but a little older, maybe 3319, with Mob as Geralt, Reigen as Jaskier, and Tsubomi as Yennefer thank you goodnight ✨

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

Movie Tag Game

Rules: Without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favorite films, then tag 10 people to do the same!

tagged by @zerolostwalks thank you 🥰

This is more a journey through movies I've loved because I have no idea what my ten favourite movies actually are 🙈 Some of these haven't been revisited in a MINUTE.

(i'm not gonna tag anyone this time but if you see this and wanna play, please do and tag me so i can see?)

In no particular order, outside of the first two:

[kismetmoon]

something something something flatlanders don’t kiss with their mouths because they’ve got too much going on (sharp teeth, retracted eye, etc.) so instead close their eye and press them against each other as a sign of their utmost trust when they’re vulnerable.

[Plain text ID: a digital drawing done in a lineless style of two original, stylised Flatland characters; Atlas and his daughter Stella.

Atlas is a light grey isosceles triangle with a central eye, dark grey limbs, chips in his top and bottom corner, two scars on his left side and one across his eye. He also has a long, dark grey tail with a banner-shaped tip. Stella is a more humanoid character with a large eye for a head, black stick limbs and a thin black tail with a heart-shaped tip. She is wearing a lacy white gown.

Atlas is standing and his eye is closed in a content expression. He is holding Stella to his left with both arms and they are pressing their closed eyes together. Stella is sitting in Atlas’s arms and smiling. She is touching Atlas with her hands; one is laid on his surface and the other is wrapped around his arm that is supporting her body.

The behind them is a yellow crescent moon with a navy earth shadow directly behind Atlas and Stella. The rest of the background is beige.

End ID.]

[eruditic-akechi]

The only good thing about Scarlett being recognized as a successor is the idea of Alice inviting her for a one on one cup of tea and eventually talking about Ivanovna. Except she's low-key just talking about all the hard work she put in both as one of Alice's friends and as the first mayor,,, just very much hinting that they never liked any successors of hers because the title somehow got to their heads and they all became entitled and lazy😭

[michaelenthusiast]

a michael for today

[gayjunebug]

news of the day: my social anxiety got triggered by a FUCKING GENSHIN EVENT.