#and i’ll repeat

[dan3avocado]

he showed that he doesn't think women drivers are good enough to compete against men in f1 "good is subjective". if given the chance, any woman driver could easily outrace his ass

Again, anon, where exactly did he say anything about women drivers not being good enough? Because there is video evidence of him saying the opposite if only you could look past your bias.

Secondly, ‘any’ woman driver could easily outrace an f1 driver with more than a decade of experience? lol ok. You’re clearly not a fan of f1 or motorsports in general.

Also since you are so vocal about all of this, why not come off of anon? why hide if you’re right?

[stuckinapril]

Guys I realized you can’t compromise quality time on your core interests without compromising your own core self and fading away as a person . Did you know about this

[donutfloats]

POV you’re about to get styled on by the Gods of Death

[ozarkthedog]

my new favorite gif 🥲

[chiliger]

Snow planet equals snow fight!

[we-re-always-alright]

at about 11” or so, finally can see the pattern really come alive, yet somehow still on the first ball of yarn

[ghostvibesonly]

something something nate quietly quitting his high profile job because his line of work (rupert) wanted him to hurt the person he loves (jade) in the episode prior something something trent crimm quietly blowing up his life and getting himself fired from his high profile job because his line of work (journalism) wanted him to hurt the person he loves (ted) in the episode prior

[shalomniscient]

thinking about arranged marriage between kujou sara and kamisato!reader.......... sara, seeing for the first time what a family is really like when you both make the trip up to the kamisato estate. you make an effort to include her in your conversations, and though she’s a little awkward, she tries. takayuki had never allowed her to play with her adoptive siblings or any of the other kujou soldiers—roughly grabbing her by the arm so tightly she remembers tears stinging her eyes as he ranted to her about how she should not let such pointless things get in the way of her duty. but as she watches you mess around with your brother and lightheartedly tease your sister, she can’t help but think this is the furthest thing from pointless.

(an unfamiliar ache blooms in her chest; is this longing?)

sara, sharing a meal with someone for the first time. she’d been so, so isolated as a child, and even as a general, held to some impossible standard that no other mortal could reach. but you are her wife—her equal. so you sit next to her as you have breakfast, and you sit next to her again as you have dinner. you talk about the weather, about your brother, about your sister, about your work, and sara listens. she doesn’t hang on to each of your words; no, she cradles it tenderly against her chest, holds it in her battle-hardened hands and cherishes it.

(these are the words you only say to her. this is hers.)

sara who is so unbelievably touch-starved she doesn’t even realise it. her heart leaps into her throat the first time you take her hand in your own as you both stroll down the streets of hanamizaka on one of her rare days off—kamaji had to practically force her to take leave. you absently tug her along as you flit from shop to shop, and she waits patiently as you chat with ogura mio about new kimono designs. she sees your eyes linger on a dark purple, almost black silken cloth with golden highlights, and makes a mental note of it. the next morning she leaves the kujou estate before you wake, and heads straight to ogura’s shop to commission a kimono and yukata made from that very cloth. her coin purse ends up significantly lighter, but she can’t find it in herself to care.

(she pretends she doesn’t see the knowing look in ogura’s eye.)

sara being defended for the first time by you. harsh words and harsher hands are not unfamiliar to her—this is, after all, just how takayuki raised her. she has long since learned how to drown out the snide comments from the other nobles of the kujou clan who coveted her position or her prestige. she is used to it, really. but she can’t help the way her eyes widen by a fraction and her heart lurches in her chest again when you shoot an equally scathing response right back at the noble from over the rim of your teacup. she has been a protector for so, so long that she isn’t sure what to do with herself when you glance back at her, all while the noble fumes across the tatami mats. she just nods, and you offer her a smile, before commanding the nearby guards with all the authority of a general’s wife to remove the man from the premises.

(you squeeze her hand under the table and her throat tightens—is this what it’s like to matter?)

sara going to a festival for the first time with you. she’d only ever enjoyed these from the outskirts, watching the fireworks as a guard at her post instead of as a reveler. you bring her along hand in hand to try out all sorts of assorted street foods and festival games. the fireworks bloom in the sky like blazing flowers, and she watches as your hair tosses lightly in the wind. the light illuminates your face in hues of dancing gold, and for a moment she’s struck near senseless by the sight of you. you call her name, softly, and her heart trembles in her chest like a frightened bird. and then you kiss her, lips soft against her own and she’s melting into your touch. her wings burst out from her back, pulling a breathless giggle from you. sara blushes furiously, stammering out some excuse that you cut off by kissing her again.

(she doesn’t mind.)

[ashwatchedeverygayshows]

Comfort movies fr fr

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

Hello! I know your pjo onesie requests are on hold, but I have 2 ideas. Jason + Eagle onesie

Piper + Axolotl onesie

I’m wanna draw both so bad but I’ll go with Piper first😭

Skksksksks 🩷🩷

(Click for better quality btw!)

[myokk]

“They were once again standing on either side of the elegant stone pensieve, white-knuckled hands gripping its edges as they stared, wide-eyed, at each other. Their faces were so close together that the air Eloise breathed out was inhaled by Sebastian.

They stayed like that for seconds, minutes, hours, unable - unwilling - to break the spell.”

From chapter 11 of my fic 😇

[kindlythevoid]

I have read Fellowship of the Ring more times than I have cared to keep count and every time I read Boromir’s, well, possession for lack of a better word, I have read it in fear, in discomfort, in horror, indifferently.

This was, I think, the first time I read it in pity. I looked at all the plans Boromir was making, how he would save his beloved city, how obstinate he was in his belief that the men of Minas Tirith would not be corrupted when wielding the Ring against Sauron —and I felt sad. He’s waving his hands and hollering and part of him is desperate just for the Ring, of course he is, he’s been traveling beside it with no hope for months, but he’s also desperate for hope. He’s desperate for a chance to save his people, save his brother, save his city.

Moreover, every time he calls out the Elves or the Wizards, you have to remember that he doesn’t know them. All he knows is that he traveled almost a full year to get their advice and they send him on, in his eyes, a hopeless venture. The one hope they give him is Aragorn, who promises to return and help save Minas Tirith with him, but even that all changes once Gandalf dies. They come to Lothlorien and of course it’s a welcome break, but they cannot, or maybe in Boromir’s eyes will not, help his people. And once they leave, Aragorn assumes his role as leader of the Fellowship in Gandalf’s stead more permanently and suddenly even that one, brief, uncertain hope of his is gone. Aragorn will follow Frodo. And it’s almost certain that Frodo will not go to Minas Tirith.

So is it any wonder, really, that tired, desperate, hopeless Boromir, out of his realm, out of his depth, already hanging by a thread when he joins the Fellowship and having been gnawed on by the Ring for months upon months afterwards, finally snaps once it’s clear that he will have to return home empty-handed and almost certain that somewhere far away Sauron is capturing the Ring and killing the companions that he had bonded with? Of course part of the Ring is making him lust for power, but it’s also his only “reliable” (in his mind) source of hope left to save his city.

And so I read Boromir’s (intelligent and thought out, mind you) raving and I don’t feel scared for Frodo, not after reading it so many times and knowing what ultimately happens, but sorrow for Boromir.

[sun-e-chips]

This user has whistled the security breach daycare theme while out in public on multiple occasions.

[alluralater]

“alas!” cried the lion. “now i know that those in love truly cannot help but take leave of their senses!”

[wondrousmay]

There’s a running theme in the series where the Forgers repeat back impactful words that was said to them to other people. So imagine post-reveal, Yor gets told about all of Twilight’s deeds: how he lied, cheated and manipulated others. But instead of getting angry, she repeats back his words from this scene:

Twilight hears this and he cries.

I’ll cry too because what he said here meant so much to Yor. For the first time, there’s someone who understands her and her sacrifices. These words made her choose him.

[thedeathdeelers]

sunjae singing sudden shower in the first timeline knowing damn well it’s the last time he’ll be performing it is my roman empire.

there i said it

like

look at this

constantly looking like he’s on the brink of tears even though it’s been 15 YEARS

recalling the past, in his own world as he sings this song that is so so so personal to him for the entire world to hear one last time

LOOK. AT. THIS.

the heARTBREAK THE LONGING THE HEARTBREAAAAKKKKKKKKKK THE PURE DESPERATE ANGUISH AAAAHHHH

and then ending the performance with this sort of…empty stare. a dejected acceptance. knowing he’ll never have the Sudden Shower moment with sol again. knowing he doesn’t deserve it, and never will

it’s like his farewell to the world, to her

+ bonus:

she’s there. listening to him pour his heart out one last time. to her. and she doesn’t even know. 🥲.

and yet the song still makes her cry- the anguish in his voice. makes her cry.