#MY ACTUAL HUSBAND THANKS !!!!

[bizarrelittlemew]

Lucius & Pete — from storage room hookup to mateys for life 🥹

[starfruitsomething]

🥲

[univemma]

YES GAWWD

THANK YOU JAMES GUNN

AND THANK YOU FREDDIE STROMA

[cbartonscoffee]

so, i did a thing, i present to you the jackrobby hug from episode 12

[mirai-e-jump]

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this just happens

suffering at the hands of friendship

[spook-central]

Is it too much to ask to just wanna kiss him all over his face with red lipstick on purpose until he’s all giggly and can’t breathe and looks like the meme of the cat covered in lipstick cause I’m a simple woman and it’s ALL I WANT IN LIFE

[crownedinmarigolds]

OKAY SO LIKE UH, I love Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines set up and setting - so I've been reimagining the Stakebait coterie and etc as the main characters of its plot... So here's Ralph and Khlo culminating their relative slowburn romance during the game. Bathed in the bisexual lighting of some California city in the middle of a sect war just finding love in the dark places!! I'm sorry this is a break sketch that got out of handddd. (my cheesy write up beneath the cut!)

Ralph: *The Nosferatu Thinblood stares out at the city below them, the two Kindred bathed in neon. He doesn't look at her as he begins his nervous confession.* "I just think you're... so cool." Khloe: *She looks a bit taken aback that someone she thinks is pretty impressive likes her in any capacity. She doesn't think very highly of her looks. For a moment, she looks down, taking into account what she should do next. She decides to be brave and to take hold of what she wants - him. Khloe's hand reaches out and takes Ralph's shoulder to give the both of them a foundation.* Khloe: "I-I think you're very cool, too." *It feels like the hardest thing in the world to say. It feels like the easiest thing she could ever say.* Ralph: *He finally turns and looks at her, obviously nervous as the both of them feel their still beating - despite it all - hearts pounding.* "Yeah?" Khloe: *She doesn't break eye contact.* "Yeah." Ralph: "Oh." *He almost falls into her as his clawed hands wrap around her head, cradling her as they both lean in to kiss the other.* "Thank God."

[chaotic15]

Professor Layton and the mf who shat down my chimney

[bizarrelittlemew]

what people think being a phd student is like: groundbreaking research, cute academia outfits, lively classroom discussions during teaching, inspiring conferences, writing your thesis in film-worthy libraries and cute coffee shops

what being a phd student is actually like: imposter syndrome, forgetting that you even own nice clothes because you never use them, ending up on 3-4 more daily medications than when you started, trying to make your extremely niche research topic sound impactful on funding applications and getting rejected anyway, searching through 5 different calendars for a 25-minute window where all your supervisors can be there (2 of them won't make it anyway), doing multiple other projects before actually getting to the ones your thesis is about (at least you get your name on papers, which leads us to:), the whole soul-crushing publishing process, getting your patience tested by students who don't prepare for classes at all (but expect you to summarize and explain 3-4 lectures of stuff to them in 5 minutes during a hands-on tutorial), writing your thesis and putting together an assessment committee last minute, starting to feel nausea at the word "networking", experiencing levels of burnout you didn't know existed, university bureaucracy slowly but surely draining your will to live

[felsicveins]

HELLOOOOO ! I JUST WANNA SAY THAT I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOU ART SM !! I LOVE THE JD EX HUSBAND DRAWINGS SM THEY MAKE ME LAUGH !!

BUT.. DO YOU HAVE ANY LEFT OVERS OR SCRAPS OF CORY. HE IS MY FAV (also who is your fav ex?!) (sorry for writing in caps 😭)

Floyd and Cory go shopping 🧡

[wishchip106]

damn me and who 😭😭💔💔💔

[kris-mage-fics]

Wintersun

A short Shepherds of Haven fic that takes place on Wintersun. Some vague spoilers for Chapter 4 and Blade's 5th day off in the Alpha build. Also there's a reference to this bit of a fic I haven't finished, but it's not necessary to understand what's going on.

| Ao3 | rated G | 628 words | Blade/Kyrahlise | under the cut for very light spoilers mentioned above |

"Happy Wintersun," Kyrahlise said as she handed Blade a slim package not much larger than her hand. Neither of them acknowledged the momentary brush of their fingertips.

The gift was neatly wrapped in paper she'd painted with winter berries and small swirls of gold. All tied off with a thin green ribbon salvaged from one of her old dresses. The design was overly flashy for his taste, but she had been too focused on making it pretty and was short on time to repaint something more austere.

Blade raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. "You didn't need to," he said, yet she could've sworn his face softened as his eyes traced the designs on the paper.

Kyrah smiled having anticipated he'd say something along those lines. "I'm aware. But I wanted to and thought you might enjoy it."

He looked up from the gift to meet her eyes. "Did you paint this?" Of course he remembered she painted. While in The Reach he'd fussed at her plenty to not paint outside. He trusted her judgment enough to promote her to Captain after a month, yet the cold was somehow too much. He made absolutely no sense.

"Yes," she said in a light tone.

"It's nice." Did Blade's compliment make her feel happy in a way it probably shouldn't? Yes. But she'd take that to her grave before admitting it to anyone.

"Thank you, though I hope you like what's inside more."

Blade's eyes went back to the present he held delicately. She ignored the strange little feeling in her chest when he untied the ribbon and slipped it into a pocket before carefully unfolding the paper. Underneath was a small book of poetry. "You remembered, thank you."

An unusual wave of nerves washed over Kyrahlise. What if he'd read this collection before and hated it? Well, there was no use worrying about it now that the book was in his hands. "Yes, by one of my favorite contemporary poets. Are you familiar with her work?"

"I'm not."

Her smile was tinted with relief. "I hope you find her poetry to your taste."

There was a upward tilt to his lips as he nodded. Kyrah gathered he was thanking her again, but reading his subtle expressions was like cracking a code.

Not that she needed to decipher anything to understand Blade's kindness. He'd always been considerate and respectful towards her. A sharp contrast to how many Norms treated her after she left the Circle. Like when he'd been livid because of what happened in that damned cave, it had filled her with so much warmth. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to have anyone care about her well-being. It was the catalyst for certain feelings towards him being stirred up. Feelings she accepted existed then politely ignored.

Though a recent incident in his room made her question if Blade was really as indifferent to her as he so often appeared.

When Kyrahlise glanced back up at Blade, his eyes were so gentle as they met hers it brought an instinctive smile to her lips. The first time he looked at her like that was when she learned black was the warmest color of all. The way his gaze slowly traced over her face almost felt like a sweet caress that seemed to stop briefly at her lips. But she was likely imagining things again.

A slight frown passed over his face as his free hand twitched, then clenched against his side. He looked at her another moment, gave a hint of a nod and another quick 'thank you' before turning and walking away. When he was out of earshot she sighed. Maybe one day she'd figure out what was really going on inside that inscrutable head of his.

[softquietsteadylove]

Since it was just mother’s day, I’m here to formally request more mama bear Thena (I love to see it even if she rebukes it). I think there has actually been a few AUs in this sphere, whether she be an actual mother or a mother figure to someone, so feel free to pick your favorite!

"Higher, Mister Dad!"

Thena shook her head, watching Gil push Druig on the swings. Druig was squealing like he was going above the speed limit but really Gil was being as gentle as possible. As per her instructions, of course (she had always been a little nervous about Druig on the big kid swings).

"Hi Mum!"

"Hi, Darling," she waved back, oozing love at the sight of her family in such bliss. She never used to enjoy playground visits, but with Gil's readiness and enjoyment of running around with her little ball of energy, they were much more agreeable.

Gil waved to her too, adding in a wink.

The addition of Gil to her idea of 'her family' was unexpected, but a welcome one. It was seamless, and sometimes it baffled her to think about how she had once imagined that it would only be her and Druig until the end of time.

Now it was the three of them. Kro still occasionally stuck his nose into things, but even that was becoming more civil in nature. And of course Ajak and Makkari were an inextricable part of their family tapestry.

Gil often had to remind the two of them that Druig and Makkari weren't exactly walking down the aisle just yet and to please refrain from bursting into tears over the idea.

"Hey!"

Thena frowned, her peaceful observation of things being jarringly interrupted. She watched as a woman all but stomped her way over to them. Her back straightened.

"Uh, hi," Gil greeted the woman cautiously. He wasn't one for confrontation, but he could read her attitude from a mile away. "Can I-"

"Your kid has been on the swing for way too long," the woman pointed at Druig with disdain. Thena watched on, her hackles already raised. "My kid needs a turn."

Gil looked at the completely unoccupied swings beside them. "There are plenty free."

"He wants that swing."

Thena stood from her bench, a short distance away. She already didn't like where this was heading.

Gil made a face, bringing Druig's swinging to a halt, much to the young boy's confusion. "Look, there are plenty of other swings, there's no reason-"

"And I said my son wants that swing! What are you--stupid?!"

Thena spotted the flush in Gil's cheeks at the scene this woman was making.

Druig turned in his seat, still kicking his feet in an attempt to restart his fun. "That's not a nice word."

The woman looked down at him, even pulling off her sunglasses. "It's time to get off."

"Why?" Druig blinked.

"There's no need for that," Gil attempted to reason with the woman, putting his hand between her and the literal six-year-old she was barking at loudly. "We can all share the playground fairly."

The woman did not appreciate Gil's 'teacher' voice. "Actually, you need to tell your little brat that not everything belongs to him!"

Druig made a face at being called a 'brat'.

"I'm gonna count to three," the woman declared at the top of her lungs, holding out her hand and everything. She narrowed her eyes at Druig, "and you better be off that swing. One-"

"Don't bother." Thena stepped in between the woman and her family. She wasn't the type confrontation either. Gil was too nice for it, but she would just rather bite the curb than speak a single word to any of the strangers here. This woman though... "And don't point at my son."

"You must be his mother," the other woman put her hands on her hips. She was shorter, obviously younger, dressed more for a girls brunch than a day of playing.

"I am," Thena responded, cold as ice. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to raise your voice at strangers?"

"I'll raise my voice all I want!" She certainly was doing that. Almost everyone was looking at them (much to Gil's discomfort). "My son wants that swing."

"There are other swings," Thena stated, just like Gil had. She remained planted in front of Druig. The idea of this woman pointing her manicured witch hand at her little boy made her insides feel like glass shards. "Perhaps you should learn to share, as my partner said."

The woman rocked back on her heels, eyeing Thena up and down. "Well my husband doesn't believe in sharing with the riffraff, and neither do I. If my little angel wants this swing, I'm gonna get it for him."

"What terrible parenting," Thena stated right in the woman's face. She didn't care what this woman wanted to use to try and hold something over her head. "Your son will grow up to be an awful person, I'm afraid."

For whatever reason, that really struck a nerve with this woman. Her shoulders bunched up and she stepped closer to Thena. "At least he won't be an ugly little bastard, like yours."

Thena saw red. She just imagined her sweet boy on receiving end of such vulgarity and lost it. She leaned over the smaller woman, unintimidated by the wide brim of her hat or the strong scent of perfume coming off her. "Say something about my boy again and I'll lead by a much worse example, be certain of that."

"I-"

"I don't give a shit what you do, or what your husband does. You want to wave around that gaudy, tasteless rock in my face? I'll take it right off your finger and make you swallow it. You're obviously so shallow it should pass right through you in no time."

The woman nearly let out a whimper.

"If you want to make comparisons, be my guest. But calling your son an angel doesn't change the fact that you are clearly an empty shell of a woman, and I'm sure your so-called husband detests you both. Most unfortunate for your son, since he will not only never make any friends, but have to know that his mother is a despicable excuse of a human being."

"You-"

"If I ever see you, or your son, near my family again," Thena leaned in close enough to grasp the woman's arm. "I'll rip off every one of your acrylics, one by one, and make your son watch as I shove them down your throat. Am I clear?"

The woman stumbled as Thena shoved her back. Her heart wasn't racing, she wasn't breathing hard. She didn't even feel adrenaline pumping through her veins. She knew exactly what she wanted to say and she had said it.

"Y-Y-You fucking psycho," the woman muttered under her breath as she retreated. She threw a few glances over her shoulder at them, rushing to pick her son up from the sandbox and make her escape.

Thena rolled her eyes. The kid in question hadn't even been paying attention, probably not interested in the swings at all.

"Mum?"

She turned, putting on a bright smile. "I'm sorry Darling, what she said wasn't very nice, was it?"

Druig pursed his little lips and shook his head. He was clearly more concerned with understanding what just happened than upset about the experience. He hadn't heard most of it (luckily).

Thena knelt down, holding the chain of the swing above his itty-bitty little hand. She could still remember when they were the smallest they'd ever been, his whole palm as big as the pad of her finger. "I don't want you to worry about that."

Druig looked over at where the other boy had been in the sandox, and then to where the woman had hurried out of the park entirely. He looked back at her, trying his best to use all the logic his young brain was capable of. "Why didn't he ask to share the swings?"

Thena squirmed. She didn't want to explain to her wide eyed little Darling that some people simply had rotten insides. She tilted her head to demonstrate that she wasn't totally sure of what had just happened either. "Well, perhaps he's shy. Or sometimes, parents have the right intentions, but they've been grownups for so long they've forgotten how important it is to share and be kind."

Druig nodded, further mussing his dark brown hair. "But you're always nice, and you've been a grownup forever and ever."

Thena tried not to make a face. Children could be so brutal. She heard Gil hold back a laughter with a snort and glared at him.

"I would'a let 'im," Druig added more quietly, looking at the toes of his little black converse (to match Makkari's, of course).

"I know you would have, Darling," Thena moved her hands under his armpits, and Druig instinctively let go of the swing to let her transfer him into her arms. "Perhaps you'll meet each other again."

"Maybe," Druig mumbled. In truth, he wasn't the type to want to make friends with every child he met, and Thena would be all too happy to never have to speak to that woman again.

"Hey," Gil nudged Druig as he put a hand on her back. "That was cool of Mum, though, right? She's like a superhero."

Thena rolled her eyes; the last thing she needed was Druig becoming more invested in men in leotards featured in movies he wouldn't be allowed to watch for at least another eight years.

"Yeah, Mum's cool!" Druig beamed, forgetting the woes of seconds ago in an instant.

Thena smiled, though; Druig may never call her 'cool' again at the rate he was growing up.

"Is it just me, or are you two a little hungry?" Gil asked with a sheepish face. He was such a master of understanding and conducting children. She called him the child whisperer every once in a while.

Now that it had been mentioned, Druig decided he was suddenly dying of starvation. "Yeah!"

"Don't shout, Darling, I'm just here," Thena sighed after having his shrill little voice blast full volume in her ear.

"C'mere, champ," Gil chuckled, shouldering the boy for her. "Who wants a cheese toastie?"

Thena happily accepted Gil's help as Druig hooted and hollered from atop his shoulders. She patted his arm, "home?"

"Uh, I was thinking maybe going out, actually," Gil chuckled, which made Druig wiggle around even more, although his little legs were no match for Gil's grip on them. "Maybe a nice steak for me, chicken piccata for you?"

Her mouth watered.

"Long day, right?" Gil suggested gently, like the dream-come-true partner he was. "We deserve a nice night out--all of us."

"Can I get ice cream?"

"If-" Thena pointed up at her son, towering over her with Gil's assistance, "you have some vegetables."

Druig looked as if she had told him he was up for adoption. "But-"

"Hey," Gil made the gesture of looking up at Druig, impossible as it was. He gave his ankles a little shake and squeeze, "no 'buts', mister. Swinging needs energy."

"Cheese toasties are energy," Druig argued, although after a solid three seconds of no budging he slumped over the top of Gil's head, "fine."

Thena gave her boyfriend a look, "that you get him to agree at all is a miracle."

Gil shrugged, bouncing Druig, making him giggle. "We've got our strengths. I get the veggies in and you face down the big bad wolf for us."

That would be the most extreme way Gil would probably ever describe someone, no matter how unpleasant. But she leaned against his arm, rubbing his back and then Druig's. She could feel satisfied in knowing her family was safe in her protection.

"I do what I have to."

[disposal-blueeee]

doodles

edgar vargas and squee by johnen vasquez

scriabin by zarla-s

[crownedinmarigolds]

Little doodle of my Triton Coral and her husband, the (former) high king Derrick Kendrick! In the Dungeon World game we're playing right now, Coral is separated from her children and husband due to a political coup, and is seeking to find them on the mainland - travelling with a special halfling and a kobold who has promised to help "grant her wish." Nothing could be go wrong! (A lot is very off-putting though!) Derrick belongs to @thesixthplaneteer - of course. <3

[moeblob]

So it occurs to me that I posted most of their lore on my OC blog (though a few posts on here have the story info) and honestly I think it's very important to note that the entire reason a guy from Florida is recruited to help defeat the demon lord isn't him as the hero. His younger brother (by about ten years younger) is the Chosen Hero and... not very good at it. So the goddess (Solei) who had selected the hero has to begrudgingly go back to earth and convince his older brother to help save her world.

(Also Reynold admits to Solei that "Sascha could never be a bad influence. He's the best impulse control I've ever had" and she really doesn't like to hear it. That's terrifying.)