#Beats Me

[stillfrownyclownlol]

I have no defense.

[ironunderstands]

Ngl it’s so funny when I see ppl run face first into hsr’s themes and still not get it, like wow, two characters who’s story revolves around overcoming their pasts to live for themselves and TRAILBLAZE a better future? In Honkai Star Rail? Nooo, it can’t be

[pedrospatch]

lmao so i was fucking around on reddit and started talking to this guy who’s a lit professor teaching at a uni in germany

unfortunately he is not twice my age, but he’s older ish, he’s tall, he’s cute, he’s so fucking intelligent and i’m already smiling at his messages so i need someone to come over here and slap me right now don’t let me do this HE LIVES IN GERMANY

[bl00dalchemist]

Ooooh kiss kiss smooch smooch

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Perhaps the first knock on the door had woken him already, he couldn’t be sure. But the second round had him bolt upright in bed in an instant. It was the middle of the night. Who in the— Again a frantic rap at the door, not even stopping this time, but keeping on in a fast, incessant rhythm. It was only just not loud enough to be frightening.

He stumbled into the hallway, still blinking the sleep from his eyes. “Who’s there?”

The knocking stopped abruptly.

“I’m sorry to wake you.” A woman’s voice, low and tense. “I’m here for my brother. You have his key.”

He halted with his hand on the door. “I what?”

“Please open the door!”

“Who are you?”

He could feel as well as hear a thump against the door. “My brother is your neighbour, he gave you his key. I need to get in there. He’s- I just need the key.”

He wasn’t awake enough for his full range of judgment, but the worry in this person’s voice was real.

“Okay, hold on.” He fumbled for his own keys as well as the single apartment key with a leather tag on it that he’d been given after a couple awkward greetings and a chat about being new to the city.

When he opened the door, the young woman on his doorstep saw it immediately. “Oh thank god.”

He snatched his hand back from her grasping fingers.

“No offence, but how would I know if—”

“We’re related,” she snapped, furiously grabbing something from her coat pocket and shoving a driver’s license in his face. “Just let me have it!”

Liza May Merrin. That name meant nothing to him. But she probably meant— “Maxwell never told me his last name.”

She stared at him in utter disbelief. “You unlock the door then!” She grabbed his arm and pulled him outside and he followed for lack of a better idea what to do.

She did look a bit like Maxwell. They had the same unruly, sandy coloured hair. Only Maxwell was broader, with lighter eyes, and…

“Door. Please.” Liza pointed.

He unlocked the door. “What’s the—” he began, but she pushed past him as soon as she could.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Well, that rather defeated the purpose of coming with her. Besides, even if she was Maxwell’s sister that didn’t mean she was welcome here. He snatched the key from the lock and hurried after her, letting the door fall shut.

He froze two steps into the apartment, his heart jumping in his throat. The living room had been torn apart. There were shards on the floor and upended furniture and…

His heart flopped back into place. Liza was kneeling on the floor, unwinding something that looked like a leather leash from around the paws of the largest dog he had ever seen.

“Stupid, pigheaded, grade A moron,” she muttered under her breath, but he could hear the relief in her voice.

“Bloody hell.”

Both Liza and the dog snapped to attention, staring at him where he stood. Liza’s hands closed tightly around the leash.

“I’m sorry for being suspicious, but you could have just said he left his dog here alone,” he said. “You didn’t even tell me what the panic was for.”

The dog still stared at him with round, amber eyes, but Liza cleared her throat. “Right, yes, of course,” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight anymore. Max knows he’s not supposed to leave him alone.” She looked down pointedly at the animal. “He acts a damn fool when he’s left alone.”

The dog let out a loud, disgruntled snort. Even lying down it looked intimidatingly large.

“I didn’t even know he had a dog.”

“Imagine that,” Maxwell's sister said airily. “All the things my brother forgets to mention. Me, his dog, his absolute lack of common sense.”

He let out half a laugh and took a careful step around the debris towards where she was sitting. “I’m Ren.”

“Oh I know who you are,” she said wryly. “My brother did tell me all about you.”

The dog growled, but she ignored him, and suddenly held out her hand.

He crouched down by her and shook it.

“I’m Liza.”

“I gathered.” He hesitated, glancing involuntarily at the dog again, who was now much closer. It was still looking at him and he was pretty sure, that if it stood up, it’d be higher than the couch it was half hidden behind. “What- what exactly did Maxwell say about me?”

She stood up without looking at him. “That he thought you’d be scared of dogs.”

The dog made another, sudden sound that went very quickly from a growl to a whine.

“I’m not!” Ren protested hastily, standing up again. “He’s gorgeous, actually.”

The dog sprang to its paws and knocked over a chair.

“Oh you think so?” Liza said and her smile suddenly had a sharp sort of satisfaction to it. “Then maybe you’d like to take him for a walk? While I clean up here?”

Ren looked at her in surprise. “I suppose… if that would help. I mean, I’m awake now anyway.”

“Thank you!” she she said and it did really sound like she meant it.

“Sure, no worries. Let me get some proper shoes on. Be right back.”

“Of course, I’ll get you a leash,” she said, and he heard her still talking as he walked out the door, in a very deliberate, sing-songy voice: “What a lucky boy you are, going for walkies, with your nice, helpful neighbour Ren.”

He walked back into his own apartment with raised eyebrows. You never could tell, could you, which people were the types to baby talk to pets.

[whimsywillowwrites]

🌈WOW ✨ It looks like Alastor is going on an adventure! But where?? Why?! Read Chapter 10 to find out! (◕‿◕✿)

[marvel-lous-guy]

Scott: alright! Who tattled?

Tony: In what world, Scott, do you see this as covert enough to require "tattling"? You built a BAR in the compound!

Tony: there was lumber involved!

Peter: in our defence, we thought you wouldn't notice

Tony: I wanna build a bar! Why didn't you include me!?

Harley: ...do you wanna build another bar with us?

Tony: Hell yeah!

Scott: Woo! 2 bars!

[salmonwentmissing]

Figured I should post so,me BTS of my comic just so people can see what I do and why it takes time (not that anyone here has complained bc tumblr actually has the most down to earth fans compared to instagram where ppl keep asking and whine about it)

storyboard => rough draft => new draft => colour and effect

[hey-hey-j]

lookin' good, kid

[onebadpunspoilsabunch]

What music do villains listen to?

[wtfuckevenknows]

Might be a bit windy today (and yesterday) 💨💨💨

[cookieclover]

Some silly animation exercises I did recently! ^^

(I know they're not anything *great*, but it's still a huge step for me!)

[scourgeofshadows]

PFFT! I forgor about these too

[lord-of-bad-art]

bye i’ve read so much lord of the flies fanfiction without reading the last couple chapters of the actual book that when i saw maurice mentioned i low key had to do a google search cuz he died in my fanfic and i got the medias confused 💀

[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

If Jorge is Latino than what is his heritage?

He's Latino... and I guess that's all we need to know.

There are a lot of different Hispanic/Latino groups of people.

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

"It looks like you're struggling Granz... after your little stunt in the world of the living I'd have thought your thirst for revenge would have made you stronger. And here you are losing to an imitation of yourself?"

"Tch as if I'd lose... this is nothing but a cheap copy of MY greatness. A copy I shall shred in an instant." The hellbound arrancar said dusting himself off. This battle was dragging on and now he had to deal with Shuren's prattling.

"Copy? That's cute coming from you... I think someone needs a reminder." Cien would laugh having been rudely interrupted by the two condemned souls infiltrating the royal palace. Harribel's orders freed him to see to them anyway he wished...

"YOU'RE ONLY HALF OF ME!"