#MY SWEET INNOCENT BABY

[suibianne]

Wen Ning is not a thing.

[syreok]

"𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕦𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥—"

[crazy-on-a-ship-of-fools]

👀 Tommy Bolin and Karen Carpenter are the same person? 👀

watched please mr postman video with mickey mouse many times on tv and tommy was always there

here you got tommy

and impostor tommy

ok maybe in screenshots similarity between these two isnt that evident but when you see a whole video, the way they move and smile

...

[frnkiebby]

X is for X-Eyes

honestly what a fuckin cutie~🎃

[thiziri]

Princess Anne and Sir Tim Laurence visit the Halo Trust site in Muhamalai during day two of their visit to Sri Lanka, on 11 January 2024.

[myershorror]

*Watched this TikTok like twenty times so far* He DiD iT aGaIn!! (Credits to @matt_the_curtin via TikTok) 😂🙊

[shepherdofthecorn]

I refuse to stop drawing my idiot dragons. From left to right: Whitaker, Frisk, Pyrus, Tessa, Phil

[callmewishful]

Gautier Family Week in full swing! Cute little family piece to start :)

.—.

“Dad?” The door was half open before the small voice said, “Oops!” and it was shut once more. Three small knocks followed.

Matthias shook his head. He’d reminded Miklan about this often, though the rambunctious boy was rarely better at remembering. “Come in, Miklan.”

The little boy knew he had done wrong because the first thing he muttered as he approached his father’s desk was “Sorry.”

“We speak about this often, Miklan. What if I had been with company?”

“Yes, Sir.” Miklan nodded, pressing his lips together. He kept his eyes trained on his father and Matthias was glad to see that at least that lesson had sunk in well. In fairness, Miklan had always been confident and unwavering enough to have no trouble maintaining eye contact, unless he was in trouble as he was now. “I’m sorry.”

“You are forgiven. What did you need, Little One?”

“Where’s Momma?” The brightness in his eyes was quickly replaced, blissfully unaware of the sharp pang to his father’s chest at that phrase.

Miklan stared at him expectantly; Matthias usually held many answers for him on a multitude of topics…Why are horses tall? Why are weapons shiny? Why doesn’t the fire last forever?…it had been an interesting few years, to say the least. They, of course, had discussed what happened to Miklan’s mother numerous times before. Miklan was often plagued with nightmares as a younger boy and those usually prompted questions of where she was and what actually happened. Matthias tried to keep those conversations short in order to occupy his mind with better thoughts. Though he thought he had sufficiently detailed to Miklan where his mother actually was, at least enough to ward off future questions.

He swallowed the pressure in his throat, “Miklan, we’ve talked about this. Your mother is-“

“No, not that Momma.” Miklan shook his head and half rolled his eyes at Matthias. As if Matthias could read his mind and know who he’d truly meant. “Momma Phe! Where is she?”

Momma…Phe. If Matthias said those words brought comfort, he’d be lying. The knowledge that Lia was so easily…replaced was even harder to acknowledge. How could a woman who loved Miklan so furiously be erased from his mind in three short years?

Of course, it wasn’t Miklan’s fault. He had been young when his mother passed and Matthias always carried the knowledge that Miklan would struggle to remember his birth mother. He couldn’t say it made the day that had come too soon any less painful.

“Are you allowed to call her that?” Matthias finally asked his son. Phelan had not been in their lives long and Matthias didn’t wish to put any undue pressure on her. She was already testing out the possibility of being a Margraves wife. Sure, being a mother to Miklan seemed to come naturally to her, but calling her mother sounded much more final. As much as he wanted her to decide yes, she needed to be able to decide if this wasn’t the life she wanted.

Miklan shrugged, “I dunno. She reads me stories and tucks me in and plays with me like a Momma.”

“Nieve does those things too.” Matthias reminded him gently, “You should ask Phelan if you’re allowed to call her ‘Mother’ before you do so.”

“Why?” The ever-present question on Miklan’s young mind.

“Because she is not your mother. And it’s polite to ask permission before thrusting a title upon her.” When Miklan did not ask any follow-up questions, Matthias continued, “Now, I’m not sure where Phelan is. I haven’t seen her yet today. Have you checked the study?”

“I checked everywhere!” The boy groaned dramatically, raising his arms up and letting them fall against his legs. “She’s missing!”

“She is not missing. Have you asked Tabitha if she’s seen Phelan?”

Miklan sighed, “Yes! And she hasn’t so she’s missing!”

Matthias copied his son’s actions, “Have you checked her room?”

“That’s rude.”

Well, that lesson almost stuck, “It’s rude for you to barge in without being invited. It is not rude for you to knock and ask to come in.”

Miklan gave him a skeptical look, as if Matthias hadn’t made the rule and was just changing the law Willy-nilly. To avoid further back and forth, Matthias stood and held out his hand, “Come. We will go check on her.”

This seemed to be what Miklan was truly after, based on the way he smiled up at his father and cheerfully exclaimed, “Ok!”

They started with the library. If Phelan wasn’t working or with Miklan she could often be found there. When that was empty they made their way to other places Phelan was known to frequent. It wasn’t until those were void that Matthias began to worry. Phelan was not the kind of person to sleep past this hour and she certainly wasn’t the type to disappear without saying anything. Maybe Matthias had misunderstood Miklan and she was actually missing.

He knocked twice on her door, releasing Miklan’s hand to do so. The ‘told you’ look on his son’s face after she didn’t answer right away did not ease his worries.

“Phelan?” Matthias knocked again, a bit louder this time.

He pushed the door open slightly, just enough to see if the room was lit. This didn’t stop Miklan from gasping like his father had committed a crime, loudly proclaiming, “That’s rude!”

Matthias shushed the boy, opening the door a little more, “Phelan?”

It was obvious, then, that she was actually still asleep. The lump in the bed wiggled slightly, sheets rustling as it did. Miklan rushed in from behind Matthias, throwing his arms up on the side of the bed to try and reach her, “Momm-oops! I mean, uh, Phe! You’re alive!”

Matthias shook his head, rolling his eyes to himself before taking a couple steps in to pull Miklan back.

Phelan was certainly awake now with the yelling. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and gave the little boy a small smile. Matthias fell into her line of sight next and seeing him jolted her alive. “Is everything alright?”

Her voice sounded awful; scratchy and hoarse. Matthias rose his head up in understanding, “You are not feeling well.”

“I’m fine.” She certainly tried to appear as much, moving to get out of bed before Matthias stopped her.

“You are ill. We apologize for disturbing you. Miklan hadn’t seen you yet today and was worried. We should’ve checked with one of the assistants.”

“What time is it?” Phelan ignored his words, glancing out the window to see how far the sun had risen.

“Nearly noon.”

She apparently hadn’t expected this, eyes wide as she went to get up again. When she was stopped a second time she settled on apologizing profusely for oversleeping, explaining that she’d only meant to sleep a few minutes more.

Matthias shook his head, the smallest of smiles on his lips, but one that Phelan had learned to find months ago, “You are apologizing for nothing. If you are ill, you should rest. Come, Miklan, let us get Phelan some soup and medicine.”

Only Miklan returned minutes later with a tray containing soup and some medicine. He was rushing, as he always was, sloshing a bit of soup as he lifted it up to her, “Oops! Don’t worry Momma-oops, I mean, Phelan! I’ll clean it!”

She couldn’t help laughing, even it did cause her little twinges of pain in her throat and a coughing fit. Miklan returned yet again with a full bath towel for a gold coins worth of spilt soup. “Don’t worry Momma! I got it!” He put the towel under the bowl after she lifted it, then paused as he remembered something, “Oops, I mean Phelan. Sorry. Can I call you Momma?”

“Honey,” she ruffled the boy’s hair affectionately, “you don’t have to ask. Of course you can.”

“I told him I didn’t! But Dad said I did. I’ll go get books to read and Beary!” Miklan dashed off before Phelan could get a word in. She didn’t want to get him sick, but Miklan was insistent that she needed snuggles with him and his stuffed bear, proudly exclaiming, “We gotta snuggle and read when we’re sick! I feel better when we do so you will too!“

It was hard to argue with the logic of a five year old sometimes, especially when the warmth in her heart told her he was right. They spent the day in the comfort of the covers, reading and napping as they pleased.

Matthias stopped by often, but only lingered when the sound of Miklan’s outside-inside voice was silent. He watched her run her fingers through his son’s wild hair, the boy tucked up right against her as though she’d disappear. Matthias supposed it was a reasonable fear, all things considering.

They were lucky to have found her; one that filled the gaps they had for so many years now. She was a quick study, worked without complaint, took excellent care of Miklan; always patient and kind with him - Matthias knew he was fortunate.

But, as he held the worn square of paper between his fingers, he wondered why his heart couldn’t quite agree.

[simping-for-red-flags]

Me: I'm normal about Fyodor Dostoevsky

also me:

(stupid, sexy ratman)

[peachdues]

May is over here single-handily responsible for my burgeoning obsession with JJK

Geto in particular.

[strawberrysweater]

watching an ongoing let's play of v3 and they just finished all of kiibo's free times and what they decided to take away from the fifth one is "wooow haha kiibo's a bad person shuichi has terrible taste in friends!! he sees shuichi as beneath him wow he's doing a terrible job being a person he's rude and he sucks that's so funny LOL fuck this guy" i think perhaps i will just stop watching this series :') they had so much great insight about all the characters and the plot but of course not about my fave :') of course they overlook the line where he literally admits that way of thinking was wrong and he wants to start over.... yes he's not perfect of course that was a jerk move but he's trying that's the whole point of his character is that he's learning and wants to learn.... i thought it was rlly funny the roundabout way he admits he was wrong, and how shuichi doesn't even take it badly he just wanted to know why kiibo used to talk to him like that.... but now every time he shows up they're probably just gonna insult him or whatever :')

[southieparkie]

idk why people are saying that some butters fans are “shocked” that hes a girl-hater, we aren’t. some of us just don’t like it lmao 😭

yes, absolutely, the pipeline from optimistic and kind to cutthroat and mean is so real and interesting and i love it but the misogyny part to me is just…bleh. kinda shoehorned in to play into the “nice and sweet character says something fucked up every once in a while” thing.

“this character is traumatized beyond belief, abused in more than one way, and mentally broken down. his outgoing positive attitude deteriorates as the cycle of hate, ridicule, and unnecessary discipline continues. he has an alter ego who’s almost entire existence relies on venting his hardships and making the world aware of his pain. he has moments where he’s mean, shady, and crude. he’s internally so fucking pissed and he’s wounded so badly. oh, and he also calls girls bitches and sluts sometimes lol isnt that funny guys.”

idk. whatever tickles your pickle. if thats an aspect of his character you find intriguing then you do you!!! this is all just my personal opinion lol

[snootlestheangel]

It was incredibly rare to see Truck without a scowl on his face. In fact, it was so rare that many Shadows could count on one hand the number of times they've seen Truck make any sort of expression other than pissed off.

And it was this surly demeanor that allowed Truck sanctuary in his shop. Away from the prying eyes and too-curious Shadows he rather not deal with.

That and his constant chasing unwanted visitors with a wrench.

It was safe to say that Truck's shop was strictly off limits to anyone else.

Hence why it was such a great place to hide when you needed it most.

Truck was aware of how Shadows avoided his shop like the plague. He was fine with this, happy about it actually.

So he preferred to blame his rather amiable reaction on the shock factor of finding one of the youngest Shadows curled up in the corner of his shop.

"Sorry I can go." Flash quickly stuttered out upon seeing the hulking frame of Truck as he entered the back half of the shop. Truck grunted as he watched the lanky kid unfurl himself from the ball he had tucked himself into. Something bold and something stupid came over Truck as he watched Flash try to bolt with his head low.

"Why were you in here to begin with?" The old man growled, and if it weren't for his usual foul mood, Truck would have felt a bit ashamed for the way the kid seemed to have a heart attack at the question.

"Well, cause I know it's like the one place on base that no one will bother me. It was a stupid idea, I know, I'm sorry-" Flash didn't get to finish his sentence before Truck had thrown a hand up to stop him.

"Sit back down, kid. I ain't gonna chase you out of here. We can all use a little peace and quiet every now and then." Truck didn't know what came over him in that moment, and he won't ever know. But what he does know is he felt a bit of pity as he watched Flash's face go from terrified to traumatized. Flash didn't say a word as he sank back against the wall, tucking his long legs against his chest the best he could.

Truck would never openly admit to anyone, except maybe Candy, how his heart broke just a bit at how the normally high energy young guy was so sullen. It broke Truck's heart a bit at how he thought that at least Flash wouldn't be too much to handle for once.

Truck decided to ignore both his feelings and the young Shadow as he began to tinker with the engine in front of him.

"Does it ever get easier?" Flash mumbled, and Truck paused for a moment.

"No." He grunted out, and he could faintly hear the choked back cry coming from the only dark corner of the shop.

"You get numb eventually." Truck added, almost out of guilt and almost out of something else he didn't care to linger on. Flash sniffled, but didn't respond right away. Truck assumed the conversation to be over, but assumed wrongly.

"Is that what you are? Numb?" Flash's quiet voice practically squeaked in the dark, and Truck whipped his head around to glare the other. But the glare quickly melted as he was met with watery blue eyes, brow furrowed with genuine thought.

"Yeah, you could say that." Truck muttered, for once his deep voice not harsh. Flash nodded as he took a deep breath and wiped his nose on his sleeve.

"Sorry for disturbing your shop, sir." Flash whispered, and Truck found himself unable to conjure up any hatred. Instead, he let out a tired sigh.

"Sometimes, company is all you need to feel better. Take your time, kid."

And yeah, maybe Truck's shop was a secret hiding place for Flash from then on. A hiding place from all the responsibilities, from all the high expectations. A hiding place from the glassy eyes and gaping mouths, from the blood spattered walls and bullet ridden doors.

And yeah, maybe Truck found himself not minding the company. Even if it meant eventually dealing with lots of questions and corny jokes. He tolerated those, scoffed at them at best. He felt he had to.

They were signs Flash was coming back around, after all.

[takeyourpillsbitchh]

I know I haven’t been around much but I thought what better way to ease myself back in than to write a little something for this weeks @galladrabbles thanks so much for the prompt from @lizelandre 💙 (we love Neil Gaiman in this house☺️)

***

there was nothing he could have told you about love.

his whole life was spent alone in darkness, trying to outrun the beasts around him.

only ever being hurt by everyone who was supposed to love him.

he knew no one could ever love him, with his dirty face, greasy hair and filthy mouth.

at least that’s what he knew then.

until he reached his fragile tattooed hand out into the never ending darkness and collided with an equally fragile freckled hand.

that’s when he knew things he never knew before.

about love and life and never having to be alone again.

[g0reoz]

okay one thing about me i think manga!shu is actually really based and awesome. he resorts to violence and is rightfully annoyed when people are stupid and is just generally also 100× more autistic-coded imo

[puppyeared]

uhh. uhhhhh