#For clarification

[syztemerrxr]

Attention

this was an rp me and some friends did :3 IM SUPER HAPPY W THIS

trophy starts fitting in more because he realizes he doesnt have to be mean all the time? perposterous!

[samwomanizer]

Ok so imagine

Sam is very happy about something and goes in for a celebration kiss but takes Cas by surprise, so he blocks him on instinct. Sam keeps trying to get his kiss, but Cas still hasn't processed what is happening, so he just keeps freaking out even more. Sam just realizes the situation and starts laughing instead of explaining himself, Cas is about to punch him in the face out of fear for his life, and Dean is in the background, uncomfortable 🙏

Based on 👇

This beauty

[drawlody]

drawing Simon an Fionna on a date? If not it's cool. Just wondering.

*certified old man fucker*

[stillamarls]

Spy dropped off Scout at the doctors office and never came back for him afterwards. 💔 Now Scout has two brand new fabulous daddies 👨

[itsabouttimex2]

Dude Tang sanzang really sound like a gentle but also....ya know-

and maybe we could get a fic of him?I kinda curious actually-

Taken Aboard

Yandere Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong

(I’ve noticed recently that I enjoy writing yandere introduction fics- them meeting you. The content is a bit softer, but I enjoy establishing these things!)

You don't really want the shiny little key, no matter how important it looks. You just know that it's important. Made from polished silver and ending in many prongs, with a large gemstone set into the bulb... it was clearly valuable.

But you don't want it. Not the silver, not the jewel. You want what comes with taking it- a chase. And if these people didn't want to play your games, why would they come into your forest?

They’re only at the very entrance of the forest, where the trees are thinnest, but it’s still a foolish expedition that they’re surmounting.

There's easier ways to get through the area, after all. The forest is thick with trees and sharp vines, running with many rivers and populated by thousands of different animals. Clearly, these strangers are in no rush and have supplies to spare if they're traveling directly through instead of around.

So what's the harm in one little game?

You’ve learned all the creatures in this forest by heart- their scents and sounds and shapes, each palm-sized critter and earth-shaking beast impossibly dear to your heart.

Your hands; diminutive and deft, shift from tight skin to soft feathers. And as nail curves to talon, the bones of your fingers slide around your palm until they’ve diminished from five to four. In a sudden. startling flash of golden light does the rest of your form fall away.

As the aureate rays that wrap your body burn away from your reducing frame, the new truth of your body becomes clear- you’ve taken the form of a diminutive songbird. Were it not for your green-flecked wings, you would be entirely indistinguishable as a demon by the eye alone.

There’s just enough wind filtering through the dense forest to aid your feathers, sending your small form skyward.

You gather speed by twisting around clustered branches and thick tree trunks, breaking through a canopy of foliage and soaring to the warm sky.

Wings close to your body, you zip overhead the group and unfurl them in what would be a grand display, had you a more imposing form.

Tucking your wings tight, you dive haphazardly, snatching the key from a very startled monk all dressed up in a fancy cossack with a jangly golden stick.

Prying the metal free from his fingers, you retreat to the denser woods, taking a moment to perch as he calls out indignantly for you to return.

But you don’t even have time to gloat to yourself before a multicolored hawk comes at you, red and blue and ginger feathering.

Barely you manage to dodge, watching the bird soar past. The wind left in it’s blazing wake is so fast that your feathers are nearly torn out by their quills.

It rounds sharply, lurching at you again, only missing when you drop from the branch and dip towards the ground. The hawk turns and dives, losing you as you loop a low-hanging branch. It curves the bend with you, only inches away. Through the leaves, it misses by a hairsbreadth, mistaking a browning leaf for your insignificant form. Over the river your shadows startle the koi, causing them to retreat to the muddy depths. All across and through the forest are you hounded, slowly falling closer to the talons of the glorious hawk.

And you finally slip, diving too slow to avoid the clutch of avian claws.

But cold keratin is not what cages you.

Furry fingers tightly enfold your fragile form, stuck fast between the palms of the Monkey King.

He drops from the sky with some measure of grace, tail swaying in glee born of victory.

Exhausted from the chase, you concede defeat in the form of birdsong, melodically peeping and chirping to the simian from the cage his hands form.

Sun Wukong pauses at your display of surrender. It’s not often that a demonic enemy accepts being beaten. He carefully opens his hands to view you- and, to his disbelief, you hop onto the pointer finger of his right hand, holding the little key in your beak.

“You’re a funny little demon, aren’t you? So cute, but so darn troublesome… here, give me that.”

You don’t protest or fight as he snatches the jeweled key, stuffing the metal into his pocket.

“Wukong! Wukong, don’t hurt them!” Says a worried voice from just a few paces away, clearly out of breath from running. “Wukong do not make me recite the… sutra?”

His voice trails away at the sight of you, cupped in the simian’s ginger-furred hands.

“…they aren’t running, Master. They just… gave me the key after I caught them.”

The monk approaches slowly, then takes you into his gentle hands, a note of pity in his contemplative eyes. One soft finger brushes against the green spots that speckle your quills.

“Demon, I kindly ask you- reveal to me your name and form.”

With a giggling peep, you do as asked and immediately return to your true form- in his palms.

Tang Sanzang gasps from the sudden shift in weight, pulled to the ground before he can right himself. You giggle again, sprawled half on his lap and half on the dirt. And Sun Wukong laughs too, enjoying a moment of indignity from his oft-stoic master.

There’s a flash of irritation that fades the second the monk gets a good look at you- gods, you’re only a child. And so thoroughly ragged too. Mud and leaves in your never-cut hair, your fingernails chipped and uneven. Shredded clothing and no shoes.

“Have you been out here long, little one? In the forest, all on your lonesome?” Pity in his voice, compassion in his eyes. “When was the last time you had a meal? A drink? Come, quench yourself with my canteen,” he commands, lifting the fur-wrapped metal to your lips.

“They’re not a baby,” Wukong argues, tapping one clawed finger against your nose. “And don’t act like they’re harmless, Master.”

You pull away from the canteen after a long sip, sticking your tongue out at him. “No one asked you, Hóutóu!”

“Are you getting cheeky with Sun Yéyé? Maybe I should chase you all around your own home again, brat!”

Tang Sanzang sighs, not cutting into the squabble. Petty arguing was better than outright violence, and neither of you seemed all too serious about the verbal spat.

All he can really do is change the subject.

“I can hardly leave a little one all alone out here- even in the forest, it must grow cold at night. Come, you may rest in my tent when the sun falls. Then we shall find your parents, and-“

“Nope!”

“…excuse me? ‘N-no’, little one? You mustn’t joke with me like that-“

“I’m not joking,” you cheerily and confidently respond. “This whole forest is my home! And I don’t have parents, anyways! I was born from a fallen peach tree!”

That didn’t sound… too implausible, honestly. Strange things gave birth to demons, after all. Rocks, in Wukong’s own case.

But, even if you were a demon born of nature and the wilds…

Wouldn’t it be horribly cruel to leave a child out here, all alone?

You were small enough to still fit in his lap, small enough that you only came to Wukong’s hip even when you stood on your toes.

A child. Gods, how could you have survived on your own for so long? Demon or not, you were a child. Gods above, he couldn’t leave you here.

It couldn’t be that you’d leave easily. You had just declared that this forest was your home. And with the powers and skills you had, simple force wouldn’t be enough.

He… had some praying to do. To Guanyin, and to another blessed length of golden metal.

You would not be staying here a night longer.

[woodlaflababab]

Saw a screenshot of the ashes academy something comic where Azula is like "Mai left me for a boy who didn't even want her."

And I'm just like "oh gosh, she knows"

[djarinsyndulla]

the same people upset and making angry threads and posts about qimir/osha being “toxic and abusive” and how they’re quitting the acolyte after this episode also happen to be wolfwren shippers. So I’m not really taking yall serious

I also don’t understand bringing up Reylo when Qimir and Osha definitely have a different dynamic too, even if it’s possibly enemies to lovers. It’s definitely not the same and also 10000% more intriguing and just better overall so.

[parasocialcelebritycrush]

t4t team up of the century

[46hasu]

Deadbeat moms of Hoyoverse rise up

[rapidfirestarter]

I should be doing college work...

[owensgrumpyoranges]

Love that I can re-watch Until Then a dozen times and call it fic research ✨

anyway

watch or play until then before i finish the fic or you don't get to read it.

[adagiorii]

Nekodu's diet consists primarily of Ucal chocolate milk

[voidfilledrevenant]

HAUNTING HEROES GUESS THE ARTIST PIECES!!

(i currently do not have spoons for alt text, I'm sorry)

POKEMON:

MY LITTLE PONY FRIENDSHIP VIGILANTISM IS MAGIC

BONUS CONTENT:

AND

THE IMAGE FROM THE BONUS CONTENT

[greeen-bean]

One day I will have the words to explain what this scene means for me. But until then almost I will say is this:

As an ace/probably aro spec person, having Charles reply to a romantic love confession with "I love you, it does not matter to me how, or in what way, but i love you, and and I will do everything for you because of that love." Was everything I ever needed

[dasketcherz]

At least we know Cassie would stick to Gregory no matter whaaaaat , right? Yo -hooooo

it's the way both her and tony are so easy to immediately fold around GGY despite his antics like

GGY : [changes the entire script of tony's story] Tony : [is not pleased by that] GGY : it's okay! come to the plex with me i'll cheer you up! Tony : [folds and follows him to the plex]

GGY : [scares the crap outta cassie as a prank] Cassie : [is not pleased by that] GGY : it's okay! i have a big surprise for you tomorrow! it'll cheer you up! Cassie : [folds and comes back for nights 2-5]

I need them both to get up, this is embarrassing you guys 😭🙏

[thewickedlorchqueen]

Personally I hope in the future victims have an easier time coming out against their attackers without said attackers audience moving the goal post or trying to deny what happened to them because their a fan of a mid level youtuber.