#WHAT KS GOING ON

[kugisakiss]

Au where Conan is a weed dealer. Cue him sitting inside Kogoro's office and laughing calmly with bloodshot, red eyes while smoking.

taking down the B.O. the "normal" way is taking too long. Conan and Haibara are going to build a criminal empire so large it will chase them out of business and they're going to start it by selling meth without getting caught because who would even suspect them?

[dan-whoell]

honestly so fucked up of them to use the phrase 'speak now or forever hold your peace' AND post the most honeymoon photos on the same day. like what the fuck guys

[potatobugz]

come here son i am going to infect you with my inosuke + kanao sibling agenda

(do not tag as ship)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

set out to create a serious, canonesque drawing with which to say "feel free to go in my lackadaisy tag and help me mystery speculate" but only got going when i made it bowling and the rarepair agenda

[gaypanicmac]

(this is a joke, but I swear the Charlie girlies just black out and click his name without reading the question)

[cringelordofchaos]

every song can be about tmf drew if you try hard enough

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Chat....chat I just got confessed too on insta. FROM A GUY I LIKED TWO YEARS AGO HE LIKED ME BACK????

HE WAS GONNA CONFESS ON FUCKING VALENTINES????

Edit: told him I wasn't looking for a relationship rn plz he was so awkward and respectful. He even said he fumbled me what???

[welcometoteyvat]

need xiao and kujou sara to meet asap btw. 

- golden winged peng vs winged tengu (whose wings, incidentally, were damaged when she received her vision...)

- both dedicate their lives to their archons

- separated from the society (mortals, Inazuman troops/Tengou Commission) they were brought up in because of certain factors (karma, status as adopted child and tengu)

perhaps they’d understand each other. maybe they’d know what it’s like—an existence as a god’s right hand, and everything it entails. their eyes meet, gold on gold; they know: this person might only understand half of me but that's half more than anyone else. what’s it like to serve a god so deeply—what do you sacrifice and how does it remake you? sara believes that her vision was granted by the raiden shogun, saving her, and thus dedicates herself to carrying out the will of thunder across the land. xiao receives his new name from morax, and in return, agrees to protect liyue for however long it will need. sara’s wings, injured, as she falls off the mountain—alatus, lacking his golden wings, the bloodhound of that unknown god.

[bedforddanes75]

challengers literally can't be that good it looks so bad i'm not even sorry

[severefartoholic]

ok, I don’t want this blog to become /srs but what would you think about Nikita if he was real? I mean, he’s cool as a character but if he was real, wouldn’t what he did to Nadya seem wrong?

yeah no obviously I actually ONLY like him cause he left that punk ass bitch and I only like Sergei cause he called the cops on her punk ass daughter I'm violently mysoginistic and if Nikita was real I, a teenage Tumblr user would obviously get along great with this bitter middle aged stalker.

[dan-whoell]

good morn

last night i dreamt that phil told a story about the phacation (vaygaytion) and he said they tried to go hangliding (?) and they agreed that dan would go first to make sure phil would survive, but 'the other couple in front of us kept arguing' and they ended up missing out. but all the activities were 'for two people' and they kept running into them. 'it was just us and this other couple staring at each other for everything'

and then off camera dan said 'they were literally sat next to us at dinner. we're trying to have a nice meal together and they're shouting at each other about the mortgage or whatever'

the story concluded with 'but it was fun, much needed relaxation, hope that other couple gets some help to work out their issues!'

they just kept saying 'other couple' and everytime it dealt me real psychic damage

[angelicsentinel]

Not to yuck anyone's yum here, but I don't see how someone can do meta if they don't even have basic reading comprehension, much less do surface level critical analysis that says anything of substance.

[deityofhearts]

I still have not figured out a good on theme tag for pictures of myself and it aggravates me because other personal posts have tags except for that

[starrycassi]

Can you write a short post canon fic about mermaid bal, taken llace outside the wall when the 3 are on vacation?

Here you go anon!

I'd never thought about mermaid Ballister so this was a fun one to write.

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Ballister liked the water.

Bodies of water, to be clearer. Back on his days in the orphanage, they would sneak out to the nearest river and swim on it under the moonlight. Ballister always won the "who can stay underwater longer?" competitions, and he loved swimming like he loved being a knight.

It felt natural to be near water, to dip on it. All his problems went away when he could allow his body to float calmly, all his rage disappearing as he swam laps over and over again.

On the institute, they trained on the water, of course. In case of floods or drownings, they practiced rescuing a wooden dummy in the bottom of the pool.

So it was only natural that he would jump at the opportunity to go to the sea. He's never seen anything bigger than a lake, and Ambrosius, knowing his husband better than anyone else (except, perhaps, Nimona) was quick to buy two tickets for the trip.

Nimona decided to tag along as a bird.

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The sea was wonderful. Endless, bright, raw and majestic. Ballister's whole body twitched with (what he assumed to be) anticipation. His legs were suddenly giving up on him, his breathing felt too constricted, he blamed it all on the anxiety and nervousness the whole situation gave him.

It took him less than five minutes to arrive, dump his suitcase, hastily change into a swimsuit and run to the water like his life depended on it.

Ambrosius chuckled behind him, yelling at him to be careful, Nimona chose to run at his side, cackling with glee as she changed into a million different beings. People stared at them, but Ballister couldn't care less.

He felt relieved when he finally got into the water.

It covered his knees, and it was cold. Every nerve in his body shivered at the sensation. He'd never been in salt water, so probably that's why it felt like his legs were scarring. Like a wound finally healing.

He needed to go deeper, so he did. He submerged himself at the hip. It wasn't enough.

He needed to go deeper, so he did. The water covered his chest. It wasn't enough.

Ambrosius screamed, worried, as usual. Has Ambrosius always been so worried about everything? Or was he scared to lose Ballister again?

Had he been thinking clearly, Ballister would've gone back. But his feet weren't touching the sand, anymore. And he was free.

Free from the institute, from the director, from the people. He could keep swimming and never have to see anyone ever again. There were kilometers and kilometers of water around him, and it was whispering to him. The wind and the sun, the salt and the sky, they all sang a single word that he couldn't ignore.

He needed to say it, so he did.

Nerea.

His body felt lighter than it ever had before. This was what he needed. He laughed, relieved. People became dots, blurs. Ambrosius's scream were but a mere note on the song of sound around him. Sound of welcoming. The splash of the dolphins, the currents under him, the fish and the corals and the algae and the rocks, they all sang, and it was the most beautiful thing to ever exist. They all sang, and what could he do but sing too? His voice was weird and distorted, not human, not normal, but made to fit into the orchestra all around him, and he didn't care about being normal, anymore!

How could he care, if his heart was exploding and his senses were screaming and the pleasure was unlike he'd ever heard before and-

"Boss" a voice —Nimona, a whale— interrupted his glee. He looked at her, and she was looking down, down at where his feet didn't touch the sand.

Down, at where his feet didn't touch anything.

Down, at where his feet had disappeared.

Down, at where a strange, black, fish tail was replacing them.

He couldn't help but sing at the sight.

[infiniteseriesofhalfways]

Thank you @jonsaremembers for the tag! I don't know who to tag that might want to do this, so if you want to and you haven't been tagged, consider this me tagging you!

Gonna preface and say that I'm an audiobook person through and through, so most of these I probably listened to in the last couple of years.

Last book I read: I listened to the audiobook for Funny Story by Emily Henry, and like most of her books I had a great time and also cried a couple times.

A book I recommend: Lot by Bryan Washington. It's heavy in a lot of ways, but I'm a big fan of his writing style and the way he skips around between different perspectives and pieces of a community narrative. Aja's storyline in particular has lived in my head since the moment I read it.

Book I couldn't put down: The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna. I loved this book so so much. It was fun, and sweet, and (to me) a perfect example of magical realism. I am not a fantasy/magic person really, (although I've been trying to branch out in the last year or so) but this was Magic for people who don't read Magic. It was so wonderful and now that I'm thinking about it again, it's probably going to be my next reread.

Book I've read twice: The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers. I'm kind of cheating because this is also very much a recommendation, but I've read it twice so it goes here. Again, I'm not big into sci-fi books, but the Wayfarers series? I'm so in love. Even if you're not a sci-fi person, I would give it a shot because I think she explains everything in such a way that it's easy to get into.

A book on my TBR: The Canopy Keepers by Veronica G Henry. I got it when I was determined to make myself like fantasy and I thought it sounded fascinating, and now whenever I open my kindle library I see it and tell myself I'm going to start it. And then I find another romance and say next time. Maybe this will actually get me to sit down and Read It.

A book I have put down: Less by Andrew Sean Greer. I'm sorry. I've tried so many times. I get a hundred pages in and I just do not care. The premise is so up my alley and on paper I should love it, but I don't. I still have it so maybe one day the stars will align and I'll actually get through it, but man. Not any time soon.

A book on my wish list: Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt. I listened to the audiobook about a year ago, and ever since I've wanted to get a physical copy to reread. The way she wrote about grief has stuck with me for so long, partly for what I was going through at the time.

A favorite book from childhood: The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I know I was in elementary school, and I remember checking it out of the library multiple times, in multiple grades, and from the public library over summer. I was always searching for the feeling it gave me, but nothing measured up except the book itself.

A book I would give a friend: Wrong Place Wrong Time by Gillian McAllister. I actually gave a copy to my sister last Christmas. It's such an interesting concept for a story, and I got soooo invested I knew she would too.

A book poetry or lyrics I own: Lazarus Rises (amongst Other Things) by Berklie Novak-Stolz ( @icaruspendragon here on tumblr) I truly do no have adequate words to describe my experience reading their poetry. I've never read anything that so accurately describes my own grief.

A non-fiction book I own: Because Internet by Gretchen McCulloch. I am fascinated by linguistics and also the internet in general. I've started this a few times but I have to be in the right mindset for non fiction, but I really think once I Sit Down And Read It I will love it.

Currently reading: I'm almost done with the audiobook for How to End a Love Story by Yulin Kuang. I don't know what I expected going in, but I've really enjoyed it thus far.

Planning on reading next: I just went through my TBR to find what speaks to me most, and I think I'm gonna listen to Blacktop Wasteland by S.A. Cosby. I've read two other books of his (Razorblade Tears & My Darkest Prayer) both of which I really enjoyed, so I should be into this as well.