#a couple weeks and a year or two

[lemonadeslice]

hello lgbt community. i have a new favorite movie(s).

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Darkcream week 2024 day 7 White Smoke.

Found yourself at the mercy of two assassins, try backing out slowly.

And for my last day, the Assassin Au or Mr and Mrs Smith Cross over!! Oh, I love this oneeee. Design update cuz why not. Gotta love the old married couple.

Original cross jakei95

Original shattered dream belongs to galacii

Original Dream by jokublog

Darkcream week by @zu-is-here

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Niall confirming that he did indeed hang out with Harry on his birthday in 2021. 

[psychotic-nonsense]

Steve and Eddie wanted to work on themselves and their fresh new relationship first. That way, once they were comfortable enough to share it with the Party, the inevitable mass of questions wouldn’t be so nerve wracking.

However, they failed to take into account having to act normal around them all first.

And how smart their damn kids are.

Steddie Week 2024 Day 1: Secret Relationship

* Dustin doesn’t have any malicious intent, he’s cool with it, just concerned over their taste. Because seriously, Eddie? Seriously, Steve?! *

[druidshollow]

ugly baby rivers is gonna be in my brain forever

its not his fault..... newborns are just ugly

(i did some rambling in the tags if u wanna look at it lol)

[mango-peach-strawberry]

You can do it!

[thirstforhelmets]

Ganondorf x F!Reader: After your life! I’m -not- your wife AU

Ganondorf: How many times does this make it, Assassin? Four losses?

F!reader: *Beat up and nearly unconscious on the ground* 

F!Reader/Assassin/Future!Wife: *Has barely enough strength to flip him the bird before fully collapsing in exhaustion*

Ganondorf: *Smirks before eyeing the stolen Master Sword embedded in the ground nearby* 

Ganondorf: You’re lucky your tenacity for humiliation has kept that sword out of the whelp’s hands for this long.

Ganondorf: *Kneels down next to your head* 

Ganondorf: Expect me to visit your village next month.

Assassin: Urgh...

Ganondorf: I’ll be staying in your room the whole time as well.

Assassin: Fuck you, Gaan...

Ganondorf: *pauses for a moment*

Ganondorf: Our daughter still likes blue, right?

Assassin: *deep sighs*

[coriander-candlesticks]

I finally figured out how to use my loom!! I used acrylic for the warp so it's a bit wonky but I have cotton yarn I'm planning to use for the next thing I try, so it should work better. I'm excited to start on Athena's altar cloth but it's gonna have to wait until I'm able to get the rest of the yarn done.

[honeydots]

i know im late but xanlow pocky doodle was a must....

[danikatze]

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@gatoraid requested Yaichi and Matsu for Valentine's day: a ship that I am coincidentally obsessing over a little currently :3 I even started drawing a little comic, but I haven't finished it yet. And I felt like drawing smooches and touches.. 💖

Thanks for the request, and happy Valentine's day!

[vulpinesaint]

the difference that offering a child kindness and compassion can make... one of the kiddos was crying the other morning missing her mom. Sobbing crying. and i talked to her and she wasn't able to say very much from crying so hard but confirmed that she knew her mom was going to be back and it was going to be a good day and it was going to be alright but she was just inconsolable. and we did some good breaths together but she just couldn't get her breathing under control. so for like ten minutes i just had her drink some water and gave her a hug and sat with her while she cried until we were going off to the next activity and she had to go with different counselors. and by then she'd calmed down a little but was still sniffling and obviously upset but the important part is that even though i didn't even get her to stop crying anytime i saw that little girl the rest of that day and now throughout the rest of the Week after just sitting with her and offering some compassion i see her notice me as she goes by and she always looks right at me and smiles and gives me a little wave when i say hi. like we haven't had any other conversations since then but i can see the way that she recognizes me now. i'm not her favorite counselor i haven't spent more than twenty minutes with her tops but that little girl takes the time to seek out my acknowledgement cause i showed that i care about her.... y'know... cause i was gentle with her and that meant something to her... all to say. it doesn't matter if you have extended interactions with kids. it really doesn't. small things can make such a huge impact on children and i really sincerely think it's so important to show them kindness... help them up when they fall. give them a hug. sit with them while they cry. cause even if it doesn't Fix things even if you don't solve the problem or do anything really materially Helpful you will have shown that child that people care about them. and they notice... they remember... they do...

[skrunksthatwunk]

something to remember him by (sketches + bonus under cut)

<3

bonus:

[geekgirles]

A biracial lesbian couple? In my Ghostforce? It's more likely than you think.

[nientedal]

1920s AU, anyone? :D

[thresholdbb]

Sometimes you just sit in a room while Kate reads to you

[otterlyotterott]

A cat sits alone in the cemetery

Inspired by @circuscountdowns's bishop death comic.

cw: grief, slow mental deterioration by way of immortality

Mortal minds were not meant to live forever. Not alone. 

It’s the middle of the night and they kneel before the grave. In one of their hands they grip a shovel that had been gifted to them a long time ago. At the base of the handle is an engraving that matches the stone crown on the gravestone.

There is a pendant on their chest, and it gleams gold in the moonlight.

They close their eyes, and breathe. Out slow, in slow.  

Camellias smell like sugar and dirt, like three thousand years of longing. The flowers on this grave are always fresh. always redder than blood, even in the winter, when every other plant on cult grounds wilts and turns bare and hibernates. The camellias on his grave are always there, always beautiful. One might call them blessed.

They are not afraid of dying—they are devoted to Death. They simply cannot die yet. Their Gods and leaders need them. The rest of the flock needs their wisdom. Someone who can speak to them as an equal, but who knows more and has seen more than the rest. 

Mortal minds were not meant to live forever, but they’re still doing pretty well. They lose days or weeks sometimes, but it’s not a problem yet. They suspect it’ll take another five thousand or so before their mind becomes a problem, assuming something else doesn’t kill them first.

So, they cannot leave. Not of their own accord. They have no need to.

They want to stay, to be content with the impossible life they live, but something is missing. They’ve been missing the sandpaper edges of his voice for the last few centuries. They’ve been yearning for the feel of his fur on their own—green and yellow, a sunbeam shining over a bed of moss.

He left them. They agreed to it. He was tired. They understood, or thought they did. They were with him for the rest of his life, and they loved him, and he died, in the end, like a mortal, but his heart was full, and when he was gone for good, they realized that their heart had gone with him. Stolen in a final prank.

At first they figured the pain would lie in the loss itself, but true moments of pain were every time they would forget that he was gone. It was every time they would look beside them, to whisper to him something that he would yell aloud to embarrass them both, only to find no one was there. It was every odd hole in the ground that they would feel the urge to crouch down beside, to talk to him, coax him out, before someone would ask what they were doing and they would remember that he wasn't there. It was every time they remembered that holes in the ground were for plants, and not Gods.

He would be severely annoyed to see them do anything but smile, but it was getting hard to smile without him.

And, and he would want this, wouldn’t he? Even if getting woken back up annoyed him at first.

His After was probably boring without them.

He'd think it was funny.

He’d grin impossibly wide and say, “ABOUT TIME YOU DID SOMETHING SELFISH.”

They stare at the old stone. The crown of the God of Chaos stares back. It's only another life. He won't even have to put on a necklace this time around.

Mortal minds were not meant to live forever. Not alone.

So, they stand and lurch forward. They take the shovel into both their hands, and they drive it like a spear into the dirt, into Leshy's grave. 

They don’t know how the ritual works, but they know they’ll need his bones for it. They'll figure the rest out later.