#I’m not sobbing youre sobbing

[elvhenfaer]

REALLY IMPORTANT PSA

THE 52 HERTZ WHALE HAS A FRIEND.

HE IS NOT THE LONELIEST WHALE IN THE WORLD.

MARINE SCIENTISTS HEARD TWO 52 HERTZ CALLS WITHIN TEN MINUTES OF ONE ANOTHER OFF THE COAST OF CALIFORNIA.

I REPEAT: HE HAS A FRIEND. SOMEONE CALLED BACK.

[baffledartistry]

this fucking parallel gets me every time

[pandoraslxna]

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS SMOL POOKIE???

Now you have <3

[crystallizsch]

(inspired by the midnight cooking chapter in the twst anthology manga and also jamil's dorm uniform and master chef voice lines)

(this is also a lil extended sequel to this post i made :3)

[kingkatsuki]

Bakugou loves you so deeply that he would actively try to pair you up with another guy if he thought you had a crush on them, because he just wants you to be happy even if it means he isn’t.

[girl-hwat]

tell me you remember me too

aka i’m having too many feelings about jamie, and forgetting, and remembering, and longing, and love.

Wood Working at the End of the World, Ocean Vuong / Tales of the Tardis @corallapis / @cosmik-homo / Separation, W.S. Merwin / Epic of Gilgamesh / S6E2 The Dominators: Part 2 / Felicity, Mary Oliver / The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us! Sufjan Stevens / @fairycosmos / S6E44 The War Games: Part 10

[zeb-z]

physically ill over deathduo today. phil staying eye to eye with missa as he leads the dance, keeping eye contact as he follows step for step, ending up being the only one in sync. phil having to drop the news about chayanne and tallulah, having to catch him up on so much. the two of them having a moment in tallulah’s garden, upset because it’s her birthday and she can’t be there to celebrate with them. phil telling missa to stay back when fighting hostile mobs. missa wanting to stick with phil, so phil goes with the others so missa can socialize and also be with him. phil apologizing for the overwhelming news of today, offering for the two of them to step out, only for missa to refuse, wanting to take part in the search for their children. the two of them sticking together in the maze.

missa saying goodbye for now, I’ll see you soon, I’ll see you tomorrow, I promise - neither of them knowing what would happen to phil not an hour later.

[necessarymeanstoanend]

spade represents the tip of a pike; an implement for killing

alex’s

white void of doom

sketch and background element/scribble that isn’t really visible but i’m sharing just in case anybody did notice it.

other details

[tabithatwo]

do you think shauna learned that cells turn over completely in seven years thing in high school biology and latched onto it and had an existential crisis meltdown of nuclear proportions when it was coming up on seven years since she’d consumed jackie because none of the cells in her body were born out of the energy she got from jackie’s flesh anymore?

[exosalt]

ok but i will NEVER be over the look on Hiccup’s face when he slowly realises that the reason Toothless destroyed his new tail and pulled out his old saddle is because he only wants to fly if it’s with Hiccup, together, instead of on his own

like Hiccup almost always has a dry, sarcastic remark or comeback for pretty much everything, but in this moment he was completely speechless because he was so overwhelmed and awestruck at the affection from his dragon

[royaibrainrot]

THE ROYAI OF IT ALL 😭

[everyonesroiting]

I maybe a slut, day two of begging someone to please write smut for broken colors and your boyfriend I’m starving 🥹

Please feed me….I can here the faint sounds of ‘hey emo boy’ in my head I need this girl dinner yall the Pinterest board isn’t helping anymore 🥹🥹🥹

Me when y’all don’t reblog and share my pleas for smut crumbs🥹

[thegreatcrowdragon]

Shadow Milk loves Pure Vanilla.

But not in the lovey dovey way, and certainly not the way Pure Vanilla loves White Lily.

He loves him like how a child has a favorite doll, or how a cat has a favorite toy, or how a rich woman loves her quivering little chihuahua. He says he loves him, and he smothers him almost nearly as much, but he still hurts him. And it’s not his fault the man looks so handsome when he’s crying.

Well, maybe it is a little. But he won’t admit that.

[m1d-45]

Okay last little idea and I'll leave you be for a bit

Xiao actually responding to the names the creator gives him. Little Friend, Pretty Bird, ect. No matter how far away you are, if you call those names, he has to stop himself from turning into a bird and flying away at that very moment. Those pet names are as much his name as any other he's kept.

-sibling anon

me when xiao

in his time with you in his adeptal form, xiao has never told you his name.

and yet, he still hears you.

if he’s in the area and the wind brings him the softest call of “you here, little friend?” he morphs in an instant, instinct taking over as he flies to your summons. he ducks through the trees, landing gracefully in your outstretched hand, meeting your wide smile with a chirp.

“there you are,” you mumble, and he ruffles his wings in an approximation of standing straighter. he is here. for you.

he’s commonly perched on your index finger, or your thumb if he’s eating from your palm. you only feed him simple almonds, yet it tastes of a delightful meal, energy coursing through his body. he’s careful not to nick your skin in his eagerness, but nobody could blame his enthusiasm if they knew what he felt.

by sitting in your hand, he is rested. by staying at your side, he is healed. he still upkeeps his duties, ever vigilant, but he’s quicker now, spurred on by something—someone—to return to. his place is at your side, and he hates keeping you waiting.

even when he has to.

xiao crossed his arms over his chest, staring off at liyue’s plains while he waited for the traveller to finish talking with… whoever. he honestly wasn’t paying attention. all he was there for was the lost adeptal artifact that the commissioner had promised he had, and then he would be on his way.

the man said something with a tilt to his tone. the traveller laughed. xiao grit his teeth.

“friend? little buddy? where are you?”

the call pulled at his soul as every other name he held, and he itched to answer.

paimon made a comment, an ooh! tossed somewhere in the middle, and xiao snapped.

“can we wrap it up? this is not a proper use of an adeptus’ time.”

the man swiftly apologized, handing over the totem, and xiao all but snatched it from his hand. a ‘farewell’ may or may not have slipped from him in time for the traveller to hear, he wasn’t sure. all he knew was that one moment he was dropping the totem off at his room at the inn, and the next he was leaping off the balcony, shifting mid-air to fly towards you.

he let out a loud cry when he spotted you, tucking in his wings to dive. you saw him and held out your hand, a motion so familiar that the actions to land were muscle memory.

he flared his wings, slowing his fall, flapping once, twice, before settling on your index finger. your thumb reached up, as it always did, and he leaned into it, repressing a coo at the feeling of it smoothing over his back.

“there you are, my pretty bird. where were you?”

a shiver rolls down his small body at your words, and he hides behind your thumb. you had many names for him—little friend, blue bird, simply blue—but pretty bird?

your pretty bird?

he’s hot in a way he can’t identify, a melting mix of emotions filling his chest. pride, admiration, adoration, even, all blurring into a messy film that covered his mind.

you turned towards your camp, keeping the hand with him perched close to you. “doesn’t matter. you’re here now, pretty bird. i missed you, you know.”

and you missed him?

xiao’s known for a while that the one on the throne wasn’t truly his god, but now he’s wondering if you were. the swell of confusing feelings was proof enough; were you anybody else, mortal or immortal, god or adepti, he’d have surely struck you down for your behavior long ago. cooing over him as if he were a mere household pet, feeding him scraps of crushed fruit, calling him such names as ‘pretty bird’- he’d have morphed back the second he was strong enough, held his blade to your throat and called you insolent and ungrateful. he’d leave you with a scar, and yet here he was, apologizing for the one he did leave in any way he could.

you carefully poured some almonds pieces in your palm, and he shifted to your thumb as you sat. were you anybody else, you would be dead. but your eyes are still open, carefully watching him, and your heart still beats blood. he can feel your pulse through his claws, sometimes, and often finds his own slowing down to match it.

you had an adeptus eating from the palm of your hand, and yet you were none the wiser. you simply propped your head in your free hand, a gentle smile on your face.

“my pretty bird,” you said quietly, and xiao’s eyes closed of their own volition.

yours.

[shhhsoftnwet]

You’re a dog and I’m your man

[kingkatsuki]

You know Bakugou has an entire collection of All Might figures, but imagine the first time as a Pro-Hero that he sees one of himself. Maybe it’s in an arcade or a shop window, and he just knows he has to have it.

So he ends up bringing it home and placing it beside his favourite hero on his All Might shelf, because it’s a sign he’s finally achieving his dreams.