#But you know what?

[flyawaybluebirdie]

Finally taking advantage of some downtime to get around to watching the mandalorian, and can I just say, I am HERE for din and his absolutely hilarious vibe that oscillates wildly between "tooka caught in headlights" and "every bit of scum from here to the outer rim's most favourite punching bag" at any given moment.

Inspired by this absolutely iconic shot of boba that I thought suited din FAR too well to simply pass up:

[hakusins]

Casually walking in like hey do you think we as a society need to share more and draw more Swap AU and lure more people into it?

I think i've seen a horror movie like this. *finger guns* I'm in.

i've got a few plans to accomplish this new plan, dollya but i need to ask you to wait until the weekend heheheh

[sincerely-sofie]

A quick draft of an experimental piece about trauma and opening up, scripted out of 99.9% aesthetic Pinterest quotes, with as many attributions as I could find under the cut:

[notsogoodangel]

A sketch that got WAY out of hand.

I was so excited and hoped he would win, but I didn't expect him to win like THAT.

[qcomicsy]

superwonderbat but they fought with bruce -> superwonder bat

he's still there he's just mad and ignoring them

[theambivalentagender]

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Finally done with fall after, what, four months of comics? I can't even count anymore.

On to winter shenanigans.

[theresthesnitch]

Give me a Sirius with thick thighs and tights with holes in them under a skirt. Give me quidditch thighs and deck them out in yoga pants. Give me boulder shoulder Sirius with a halter top and a dash of glitter across his collar bone. Give me a Sirius who wears lace knickers under a three piece suit and swaps the vest for a corset top. Give me Sirius who paints his fingernails purple because it seems to help his flying more than when he wears red (and thank Merlin it's not green).

Give me Tank Sirius.

[strqyr]

i do find it incredibly funny how yang got her arm stolen by a talking raccoon and fought a purple creature and thought she was dead.

like. she knows that at least some kind of afterlife exists, looked at what was happening around her, found no other people like her, and went "yup. this must be it."

[emry-stars-art]

okay but what happens after andrew confirms that yes he has indeed been courting neil f o r e v e r? like what is neil's reaction 👁️👁️

@ myself: wow haha this got angsty

I know I’m in a fluffy mood but I needed to sit down and really think about this (mind maps and random thought association and all) and it is not great at first! Neil’s immediate reaction, I mean 😭

First, here’s Andrew’s side of the thing for your reading pleasure

And I don’t know how to write Abram’s pov in scene form because it’s so like. Heartbreaking insane in my head. Yes, first there’s 100% this thought process (that’s supposed to be slightly comical but became not that, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for this to happen) thank you @jtl-fics for the comments I’ve screenshotted from this post:

Second: he begins to feel incredibly guilty that he’s taking this from someone that’s infinitely much more deserving, whoever that is, as long as it’s not him. He was ready for Andrew to find someone he actually deserves. Now he feels like he’s ‘tricked’ Andrew into developing feelings for him, like Abram is a persona that isn’t real enough for Andrew to fall for but he’s tricked him anyway.

Third: Abram is an extension of Andrew’s resources. He’s still an attack dog but one that’s been re-homed, allowed to be much less violent and treated with respect and care that he can accept even if it doesn’t always feel deserved. Abram keeps a dagger at his hip to protect himself, Andrew keeps Abram. When Andrew asks “not what,” it’s something like I’m not that, I’m not an option, I am not even close enough to touch. There is no Abram, there is nothing here for you to love. You can’t. But even if there isn’t, Abram doesn’t need to be a person in that way for Andrew to handle him, use him, however he wants to.

That’s when Abram calms down, I think. That’s something he knows. He’s repressed his own feelings for Andrew so deep that he’d take it, too, he really would let Andrew use him if he wanted to. And it would be the best thing that ever happened to him. He thinks if Andrew is so certain he wants Abram this way, he can be perfect. Abram can be perfect for him, he’s determined to be.

(But that’s a thought process that comes on so quickly and so fully that Abram’s brain actually does let go of his personhood again. This time, though, with no one telling him to attack, he tries instead to be whatever he thinks Andrew wants. So - compliant and receptive.

This is not what Andrew wants.)

But after Abram takes his time away, talking to both Allison and Katelyn about it (they’re both really helpful in their own distinct ways) he understands that Andrew really meant it - he wants Abram as a person that he’s able to have, he wants Abram’s personality and his words and the parts of him he can’t control. Maybe Abram doesn’t even fully realize the scope of his own feelings before accepting the courtship, this time with a clear head and almost shaking with nerves but with a different kind of certainty that Andrew actually does accept. It takes a long time and a lot of assurance but Andrew is patient, until Abram will return gifts and gestures of affection. It actually does so so much to help Abram reclaim his humanity, seeing newly familiar behaviors directed at him with real intention.

Thank you for the ask, this was a point I felt was important to figure out for a while and this prompted me to get around to it! Probably not what you imagined but i uhhh. Sorry 🤧

(Curious? Find a small masterpost of this royal au here 💕)

[yoursassybookwormfriend]

I love reading the Septimus Heap books because the writing style is hilarious. The author goes off on paragraphs-long tangents about characters that aren’t even remotely important to the plot! Funny things happen like:

The Dragon Boat lands in the River safely (a very good thing, extremely important to the main plot)

The author (paraphrased): And no one was around to see it, except for 4 old fishermen who are known for telling tall tales, so when they went to the tavern for fishermen (because that exists apparently), nobody believed them. They even convinced themselves that they were just exaggerating, and they didn’t see a dragon in the shape of a boat land in the river. Anyway, back to the actual plot...

[bl-is-totes-my-jam]

No Bai Jie for you 😆

[maxsix]

[ickypuppi3]

stargazer.

it’s cold out. billy’s hands shake as he brings the lighter up. the flame sparks color into the night.

steve’s eyes meet his.

billy’s hands shake.

he tells himself it’s still from the cold.

tells himself it has nothing to do with steve. nothing to do with the way steve wraps a hand around his wrist. brings the lighter closer.

the moments broken when steve lets go. closes his eyes. takes a drag of his cigarette.

billy fumbles to light his own.

“pretty.” steve breathes out. “don’tcha think?”

billy’s eyes flick up. he sees steve’s head tipped back. profile illuminated by the moonlight.

“the stars.” steve lets smoke pour out of his nose. “the stars are pretty.”

“yeah.” billy stares at steve. “real pretty.”

“don’t know the names though.” steve frowns as he looks up. “never learnt.”

“i do.” billy feels warm as steve’s gaze settles on him again. “i did.”

“tell me about them?”

billy lets his eyes drop to the space between them. something to focus on. “you want me to read your palm too, stevie?” he grins. teasing. “tell you your future?”

a shoulder knocks against his. “asshole.” steve says. voice too gentle. too fond. “just-” steve sighs in a way billy thinks he’ll remember forever. “tell me about them. please.”

billy tips his head back “yeah.” looks at the inky black sky above them. “yeah. okay.”

and he does. tell steve about the stars. and steve listens. listens like no one ever has before. like billy’s talking about something important.

like billy’s something important.

“you know” billy says. all casual. as if he doesn’t feel as scattered as the stars themselves. “there’s twice as many in california.”

billy watches the crease between steve’s eyebrows deepen. watches his mouth twist. confused.

“bullshit.” steve says. with a smile on his face.

“not bullshit.” billy taps a finger. ashes his cigarette. watches the cherry glow red. “if you go to the beach. to the sea.” he lets his eyes slip shut. “you just gotta look up. ‘n then down.”

steve hums. thoughtful. billy wonders what that means. what steve’s thinking. he opens his eyes again. looks up. to the one set of stars hanging over them.

“i think.” steve says. slowly. carefully. almost as if he’s afraid of his own words. “that there’d be three times as many.”

billy knocks his shoe against steve’s. “how’d you figure?”

their eyes meet. again. “you’d be there.” steve lifts a hand. taps billy’s nose. gently. brushes a knuckle over his cheeks. “with these.”

billy freezes. stares back at steve. eyes too big. too wide. vunerable.

“with-”

“with your freckles, stargazer.” billy feels his cheeks warm at the name. feels himself tremble. “three times as many stars.” steve counts on his fingers “sky, sea, billy.”

he says billy’s name like something meaningful. like it’s a confession.

billy stays quiet. doesn’t know how to respond. steve’s expression falls slightly. smile turning into something smaller. he goes to pull his hand back.

billy panics. grabs at his sleeve.

steve looks nervous. billy doesn’t like that. he wants to reassure him. wants to tell him.

can’t tell him.

has to tell him-

“four times as many.”

“four- what?”

“four times as many.” billy puts his cigarette out. holds steve’s wrist with his other hand. pulls the sleeve back. traces a finger over warm skin. “with these. four times as many.”

steve’s smile comes back. lights up his whole face. billy feels his chest tighten. he watches steve’s gaze fall to his lips.

“sky, sea, billy, steve.” steve says. whispers. loud enough for only the two of them to hear. the two of them and the stars. “i like that.”

and billy closes the gap. tightens his grip on steve’s arm as cold lips press against his. steve cups billy’s face. hands gentle. as if he’s something fragile.

maybe steve’s right. maybe he is.

maybe that’s okay. for tonight.

billy breaks the kiss. presses his forehead to steve’s. feels warm breath ghost over his lips. steve laughs. laces their fingers together.

“i like you, stargazer.” billy counts the moles on steve’s neck as he talks. “i like you a lot.”

[foronceididntlookback]

i swear to the gods im actually going to commit crimes

what the fuck is wrong with you, netflix?

stop cancelling every show that was good!

no mourners.

[raynavan]

guys im.

im.

help.

i made an au.

keep in mind its been literally years since i watched the show but. uh.

so Ingo and Emmet are the joint conductors of the train

if you haven't watched the show, the train can go back in time. so Ingo and Emmet travel through time to see and battle other dinosaurs (like. playful battles)

they sometimes see a family of Pteranodons and a t-rex, who they very happily teach whatever they last learned about to. its often just like. wow [insert dino here] is really strong! they can do this thing-"

they love teaching. mostly its battle tactics and trains and whatever else they are inventing at that time.

just generally having fun as train-driving time-hopping Troodons

but like, i cant just end it there.

so. like i mentioned, the train can go back in time

im sure you understand what im getting at =]

one day Ingo falls off the train while its in between time gates- attempting to fix up the connectors of one of the cars that housed the children the two of them loved oh so much- and falls in

(he doesn't see it, but that special little t-rex tries to reach out and save him- only to get sucked out as well.)

he gets spat out in the middle of nowhere in a time zone he does not recognize.

mostly because the time gate kinda messed up his head.

he gets accepted into this strange group called the pearl herd, and vibes for a while

he takes are of this huge sloth (Megatherium) as a warden for a while

one day a tiny t-rex falls out of nowhere and ingo is like "hey i know you! ... i think."

the t-rex is verrry confused.

gonna stop rambling there i think. im. oh boy i am rotating this so much for absolutely no reason- this is a plea for help.

oh, for reading this far, here's the boys without the background.

[theladydrgn]

Love how here on tumblr the general consensus is that Michael is going to force neils hand in writing an a/c sex scene and meanwhile, on twitter, there is pearl clutching over "but- but- if there's sex the majority of the fandom (minors who weren't even born when the book was written) will be uncomfty 😥" as if newt and anathema didn't have the most ridiculous sex in s1