#worrying is a sin

[yu-melon]

What if CoTL Lamb and Goat fuse into one person and its most chaotic freak alive..?

(more of them) (reference)

[linddzz]

can you fucking imagine Heimerdinger walking in to see how his lads are doing (not at all because he's still VERY nervous about these fine boys he is fond of getting into shit that he has seen bring calamity and doom before) and they're doing that hair petting bullshit like it's s totally normal and regular coworker behavior???? he thinks it's charming sure but he's also never seen Viktor casually touch anyone else EVER. and you know they would act like YOU'RE the weird one for even looking at them askance about it they're just like

"Good evening professor. Hm? Oh, no nothing is wrong, why would it be? Yes this is quite regular, nothing to be concerned about."

"It helps me think."

"It helps Jayce think, professor."

[absoluteocellibehavior]

YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS, HOMIES! HAUL FROM THE LOVELY @potato-lord-but-not !!

(Forgot to take a photo pre-lamination. Oops-)

LOOK AT MY SHAYLASSSSS! I am ill about these two.

Potato Lord Poster version… 5?? 6?? I can’t remember. Somehow we got it to fit. A miracle that I’m chalking up to the priests in this pack.

And, finally, blessed with a one-armed baby priest to protect me on the road <3

[avoidmint]

The enemy of my enemy is.. probably also my enemy. But we can pretend to be fiends for the time being.

Also known as; Please give us Infinite too I miss him. :<

Bonus doodle because I have always thought Mephiles' darkness puddles looked oh-so ooey-gooey-

I make the Jackal suffer for the intrusive thoughts I have about things I will never have to experience the touch of personally thank goodness.

[theotherwesley]

Here is what I am learning: Sometimes, one finds oneself in the unenviable position of being, say, in one's 30's, looking back at work you did when you were 19, or at work from current talented 19 year olds, and thinking "wow, why is this better than the stuff I've been struggling to do during a long dry spell?" There is nothing particularly unique about being a young adult (except maybe energy/time) that makes a person good at doing stuff they're working hard at. At 19 many people, probably including yourself, were in college, amongst peers, being exposed to new things, making cross-disciplinary connections, thinking critically, practicing with the intent of improving, actively using your brain and building synapses, and ideally being encouraged to do so while in a stable environment. The missing ingredient is not Youth or Talent-- it's regular brain exercise and not trying to be creative in a vacuum. Your brain can start working out at any time, it's not stuck where it is. Read long stuff, research something that interests you, engage with a topic outside of your current level expertise that you have to work to understand, watch something older than you are, talk to someone on a regular basis, practice something without the intent to share it. Don't try to do it all overnight. Sleep on it. The flexibility comes back, I promise. It's a recovery process and works the same as any other recovery process.

[biomic]

[iheartbookbran]

lol imagine you’re Colin Bridgerton and you’ve spent the last three weeks pinning for your best friend who’s being courted by a vegetarian so now you have to jump through hoops and loops (and some finger tricks) to get her to marry you instead.

she accepts your proposal and as you’re still riding that high reality comes crashing down all around you as you realize marrying her means Portia Featherington will be your future mother-in-law…

[ptvstvrrr]

This is genuinely probably the craziest and dirtiest edit I've made

[thegreatsolaris]

Persona doodle dump for today

[puppetwoman17]

@lavena had a really good idea about C.C. being a sort of compass for Billy/Cap when he’s lost somewhere. Like, he just shows up and stands there in the dark, and Billy moves, and that’s when HE moves, and he just knows to follow him to a safer place, or to the place he was planning to go to.

This doesnt stop after he becomes Captain Marvel. Whether he’s lost on Apokolips or trying to search through deep underground catacombs, CC is always there.

I just think it’s neat how close they are.

Also I feel like this would elicit so many stranger-danger talks from the League while Cap just shrugs and says that he trusts this random shadow dude with his life.

One last point, CC’s ghost wears a hat and trench coat. Two of the Trinity of Sin(Question and Phantom Stranger) also wear a hat and trench coat. I think it’s a neat little detail that shows that CC has a duty similar to theirs while not being punished.

Also I’m dying to see Pandora in a dark pink hat and trenchcoat to complete their look. Looks weird for her to be the only Trinity of Sin member with a hoodie.

[adorkabletwilightandfriends]

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[rat-rosemary]

So many characters in the dsmp could be ""fixed"" by having a solid community behind them. C!Tommy would be such a more chill guy if he wasn't in a cult compound where he was constantly encouraged to be as agressive as possible and when the thing exploded he lost his all his friends and was left to spiral by himself

Being left to just hang out with no expectations and some regular social interaction could save him.

[canisalbus]

forgive me if this has been answered previously, but what were the circumstances around vasco finding out about machete's death? i'm heartbroken but fascinated to think about what his immediate reaction could have been

They don't live together, Vasco was at home in Florence at the time. Either someone who knew of their relationship managed to alert him of the murder, or he showed up in Rome to visit him just like countless of times before, and one time he was just gone. He would've missed the funeral for sure, and since Machete doesn't have family, his belongings would most likely end up escheated and subsequently liguidated by the church. He certainly wasn't remembed fondly, for the most part it was like he had never been there in the first place.

I don't want to get into the details but of course he was devastated. The threat of death was a constant presence in Machete's later years, he survived at least a couple of assassination attempts and his health kept getting worse. I think he tried to keep Vasco in the dark about how bad things were exactly, but Vasco didn't miss how his fear of death ramped up in intensity towards the end. So it wasn't a complete surprise when he found out they had finally gotten him. For a long time he had hard time not blaming himself for it, thinking whether he could've done something to prevent the outcome, whether his presence would've changed how things played out. Over the years he learned to live with the sudden and violent end of their relationship, but the first few years were extremely rough, the whole ordeal broke him in unprecedented ways and he never fully recovered to his previous state.

[tartarusknight]

I need a fem Steddie fic where Stevie is a singer. I know, I know, but it has to be Stevie. She is put in the industry by her parents who see her voice to be the only good thing she has going for her. It's either have her try to get famous or marry her off.

So, they get a friend to sign her on. They make the stereotypical pop music for a girl. Stevie sings whatever songs they hand her and she starts to gain a good following. But it's more men who leer at her.

A few years go by and she's tired of the act. So much so that she takes the invite one of the stagehands give her out of pity to a party. It's not the normal kind of party she goes to while on tour, instead it's more of a friend hang out. But Dustin was a sweet kid and Stevie needed to get away from her managers and parents for a night.

When she gets there, she immediately is drawn to the tall girl who greets Dustin by shaking him around. Stevie soon is introduced to Eddie, who looks her up and down like she just can't help it. But Stevie knew she shouldn't. She had an image to maintain and parents to please.

But after a little while and a few drinks, she's being pressed into the door being kissed within an inch of her life. She feels for the first time a connection and it's a night that's seared into her mind. A usurpingly sweet and tender moment of passion. But she wakes up to an empty bed without a note or number. So, she needs to move on. But she just can't.

Her life feels changed for the better and she begins to understand herself more from the spark she felt. But when she's handed her mic and expected to go on stage and sing about boys, she feels dread. The night is rough, but she makes it a point to give her fans a show. But the rest of the tour drags on worse than ever.

The moment it's done she gets a lawyer and ends the contract a few month earlier than it was supposed to expire. It's emotionally draining but she can't spend another moment on stage being someone she isn't.

She searches for another label to sign under, instead she finds a recently graduated music producer. Robin Buckley is awkward and has a degree in music and knows a few different instruments.

It's a chance meeting really. One that would never have happened if there hadn't been a fire in a mall. Stevie hadn't been prepared for it when she went in, but she still readily threw herself in protecting the girl when a piece of ceiling collapsed.

They ended up stuck in a room together, trying not to pass out from the smoke slowly filling the room. And told all their secrets like a final confession. Stevie told Robin about how there was a girl that stole her heart and she never let herself be... well her.

Robin admits to feeling like she was going to fail for picking a job she enjoyed instead of something to get money fast. Her parents showed her disappointment and she's worried about not making it.

So, there in the small bathroom, Stevie promised to take a chance and work with her. That when they got out, maybe they'd work together to produce music themselves. It's a moment of tears and promises, ones they both never think would come true, but then they're saved.

It's slow going, but soon the two of them are making music under a mix of their names. Sin. Of course, many people recognize the voice and face of Stevie, but it's a new start. And they are making a statement.

Stevie leans into her new identity at as a lesbian, something she hadn't told the public before. She writes music about a girl that took her breath away and how men never seemed to work for her. Robin of course, was there to push her and help her make each song better than before.

They make a full album and release it through their own little company, and they have a social media platform where they mess around to promote their songs. Stevie's image changes and she isn't hiding in the closet anymore with Robin being completely herself as well.

Their first song that blows up is from a small tik tok of Stevie in extravagant makeup and a magician's outfit, a sexy one of course. Singing, "She was a playboy, Brigitte Bardot. She showed me things, I didn't know. She did it right there, out on the deck. Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck."

But soon people were all over the album and the difference in Stevie Harrington's music and Sin's. Stevie went all out, and Robin was right there next to her, playing most of the instruments in the songs. They have to reach out though for other artists to join them on tour.

That's when a familiar stagehand reaches out with the number of the best guitarist he knows. She doesn't have any social media, and her last phone fell through a drain grate but "she's the absolute best! I promise you'd want to give her an audition!" Dustin had been so excited, and Stevie only had fond memories of the kid, so she agrees.

As Stevie and Robin take auditions, low and behold, Dustin walks into the room with Eddie right next to him. Stevie feels the air get sucked out of her lungs and she can't tear her eyes away.

The moment is broken but the stumble in Eddie's step and how her face goes bright red. Suddenly Dustin's dragging Eddie inside and Stevie doesn't care for a moment if Eddie's the worst guitarist in the world, she wants to hire her right then and there.

Robin can see her brain melting out of her ears and makes the decision to take Eddie to audition and give Stevie and Dustin a chance to catch up.

But soon enough Stevie's on stage kneeling next to a kneeling Eddie's on stage. Singing, It's hard when you're going through hell and you're hating yourself, I'm feeling myself. It's hard when you know that you're caught and you're getting pissed off, it's getting me off. It's hard, it's hard. Oh, God, oh, God, Oh, God." And grinning when Eddie's pupils blown wide as Stevie fakes an orgasm on stage, mid-song.

Yeah, I want this as a fic so much.

[persona-2-daily-reminder]

Tatsuya was friends with two lesbians and barely talked to anyone else in p2 ep (I didn’t not do the velvet room side quest thing couldn’t find it so sorry if I missed something)

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[thecrowscandle]

I feel like when a lot of people talk about “worldly things” or being “in the world, not of the world” misunderstand what “the world” is. The world isn’t all the horrible people who don’t live the way church members do or “attacking the family”, which is usually a sugarcoated way of bashing on people who are different. The world is the influence of darkness, hate, pride, envy, selfishness, greed, etc., the things that are antithetical to who God is and who we are to become. All people are prone to be susceptible to those impulses, but we can change and improve because we are of divine substance. The people aren’t the problem with the world, it’s what the world does to people. And I think that a lot of rhetoric in the church is directed at people or groups when in reality it’s what people are subject to that needs attention