#and then disappear again... yeah...

[pinktrapped]

I'm alive helloooooo

Take a monkey carrying his wife, life good

[nanstar200]

Sorry for disappearing guys whoa 😧😧

Here’s some various DCA and Spamton doodles!!!!

[martyryo]

"How long are you gonna pretend I'm the one tugging on your tie?"

[paperplain7]

unfortunately i don’t think i’ll ever finish making art for the WoL band au (we love losing motivation guys!!) but i did. finish ONE so here’s laurie!! :3 i’ve aged them up in the au (they’re around maybe year 10)

[bvcktommy]

a pretty good bad idea

“Bed, now,” he pants, hands dropping down to fumble with Tommy’s belt until he’s ripping it from the loops with practised ease. “Uh, Evan,” Tommy pauses, blinking around the room aimlessly, “where exactly is the bed?”  “Floor,” Buck answers, far too preoccupied with sliding his hand into Tommy’s jeans and pawing at his cock to care about something as trivial as shame. “Haven’t, uh, had the time to set things up yet.” 

Buck and Tommy have some casual, definitely not at all ill-advised, ex-sex: an 8.11 coda.

read on ao3

[truly-sincerely]

Obsessively reading everything in game by and about Gortash and the dude is

On a philosophical trajectory that ends in immortality thru technology / the machine

Doesn't have an original bone in his body, but he can backwards engineer anything

Halfway to being a decent scientist but doesn't have the education and is deeply impatient

Overconfident in the veracity of his own results and conclusions

Accurately predicted that the brain would metamorphose and become more difficult to control and then did nothing about it

Outsources his propaganda / arts and humanities

Charming, but he got there in a Pavlovian way (learned from trial and error and probably doesn't consciously know how he does it)

Vindictive af (learned / reinforced)

Darwinian (in the worst way)

Sociopathic, obviously, but extremely Rationalist about it

Never asks questions he doesn't know the answer to and probably thinks this makes him sound more authoritative

Completely incompetent as a strategist (but doesn't know it)

Not nearly as narcissistic / full of himself as he pretends to be

Thinks what he wants is praise but it's never enough because it's not actually what he wants (he wants to be wanted)

Bane makes him feel wanted (conditionally)

Durge made him feel wanted (unconditionally)

Understands intellectually that Durge got ambushed, but he feels abandoned

See also: thematic parallels between Gortash and

Silouv Yali (the Adamantine Forge & the construct Grym)

Oliver (in the shadow-cursed lands)

Astarion and Gale, obviously

[sartieparty]

MARINA: THE ERAS

[candyheartedchy]

It’s been 4 days since I drew any of my self ships.

[justa-regularuser]

Well who else could I be when I can hardly see?

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[tender-rosiey]

HEY MAJESTIC PEOPLE 🌝

I hope you are all doing well <3333

this is something I have been debating for a while, but I believe I have reached the most beneficial decision for me right now

I think it’s time for the “tender-rosiey” chapter to end 🙂‍↕️

I have spent 4 years of my life on this account, and I couldn’t have been more proud of where I am. I have gotten to a point that I could’ve never imagined. when I first started tumblr, it was all for silly funsies, but then I found people and people found me

steadily, my account started growing, and I found myself hitting unbelievable milestones. it feels like just yesterday I was figuring out how to use bullet points and readmore on tumblr. and as my account grew, I grew with it. I have been through so much during my tumblr ‘era’, and I regret nothing. I am thankful for the good moments, and I am thankful for the bad moments

and I am thankful that I got friends and was fortunate enough to be surrounded by people who are so kind and sweet

one of the first people to become my friend was @pompompurin1028 , and though we’ve not talked much lately, but she is truly one of the people I will never forget. at the time, I was rather young and talking to kate felt like talking to a big sister. I’ve always admired her writing and the depth behind all her works. so, thank you for guiding in my initial days

another person I truly appreciate is @magenta-cat-drawingss . her kind words and her fun vibes have always been pushing me forward in the start of my writing career, and I am truly thankful for her interest through it all

and thank you to @tiredzoro who taught me everything about tumblr. without you, I wouldn’t have been here. I was so lost back then, but you were always so kind and answered all my questions.

and thank you to @withthistreasurehollowpurple who despite my inactivity always checks up with me and talks to me. I know how my inactiveness may come off, so I truly appreciate your kindness and friendship

thank you to all the friends I have made along the way @smadhuman @sannunah28 @nameless-shrimp @strawbxrrytiger @moon-catto @alcoholandcakes @ashthemadwriter @greycaelum @seeingivy @sweetchildcloud @vagabond-umlaut @uranosbaaee

I know how inactive I am in messages and reblogs, but I truly hope that all of you know that I never stopped caring about you all, and I am always grateful for everything we have shared together, and I am sorry for anything that may have come off as rude

lastly, I want to dedicate a last thank you to all my followers from the very first one to the very last one and the ones who might come later. I have been truly blessed to have had you guys as my readers, and I am beyond thankful everyday for your support and kindness. thank you for respecting me and my decisions and for always having my back

I have tried my best during my writing career not to cause trouble and to write to the best of my ability. and I genuinely hope that I have never disappointed you guys once, and that I never will. and if I did, I give you my sincerest apologies

every single one of you is a beautiful soul that deserves so much kindness. I sincerely hope that my works have helped you guys in any form or lifted your moods because in the end, I started this journey to make you happy

this blog is so dear to my heart, and I will never forget about this time of my life. I won’t delete this blog, and I will keep it. I will just write the whole archive thing in my bio, so you can access my works whenever you want <3

with this, I will leave you guys, and thank you once again, each and every single one of you for your kindness and support

have a wonderful life, majestic people, and take care of yourself 💕

— with endless love,

rose

[soysaurus]

There's a trait that runs through every hero, regardless of if they've spent the last couple months in prison, rehab, or wrangling pyjamas onto a stubborn five-year-old: they're a workaholic.

Thank god Jason is not a hero. Roy, on the other hand, definitely is. He might be ‘inactive’ or ‘I’m just focusing on Lian right now, thanks’, but Jason has dropped by Roy's shitty apartment in Star often enough that he can confidently say Roy, no matter what, is a hero.

So he kicks him.

“Ow! What the fuck, Jaybird?” Roy glares as he brings his fingers to his lips, slurping up the bright orange liquid that’s currently coating half his sleeve.

More keeps dripping onto the floor in radioactive bursts, and the bowl is steaming. It has a chip in the side from when Jason was teaching Lian how to shoot, and Jason knows what the ceramic feels like when steam is escaping from every orifice. He had to use his Red Hood gloves to hold the damn thing last time. He had to do a lot of things, but Roy's fingers don't shake as he holds the bowl in one hand.

He kicks Jason lightly back. “You're a fucking asshole, Todd, ya know that?”

Jason's head is a slow buzz. It's a sound that he can feel spit behind his eyes, sing with sharp vowels and harsh chords. It's something that's attacking him from the inside-out, digging deep until he can feel the green of the pit flare in his throat.

“Fuck ‘ff,” he murmurs, turning his head to look anywhere but Roy. “Don't need your shit-ass soup. Don't need anythin’.”

He moves to stand, to sit, to do anything but be useless on the sofa.

Roy only needs one hand to hold Jason down, and Jason tells himself it's just this once. It's because Roy is a hero and Jason is anything but.

“Dude, you're, like, what? Two seconds from passing out my couch? Eat the damn soup.”

Jason doesn't look as the bowl is shoved in front of him. More sloshes over the sides, lapping at Roy's thumb. He needs to get his mind out of the gutter. He needs to remember why he came here in the first place.

Roy groans, deep and guttural with his head thrown back and all the muscles in his neck straining. Sometimes Jason wants to curl his fingers around the thick flesh, cord his soul into the pieces of Roy he can never get back, and take him. For real this time.

He looks at the damned fucking soup.

It's tomato or carrot, or maybe even something that has never been orange in the first place. Jason can feel the steam hitting his nose hairs but he can't smell anything. “Needs more seasoning,” he spits.

Roy sighs. The soup nips his fingers again as he plops down onto the sofa. Their thighs touch, brush, hold on tight enough to blur the lines.

“You're sick,” Roy says. He holds up a spoon. It's caked in red. “Here comes the aeroplane…”

Jason wants to punch him, and it's fine because even though Jason rescued Roy first, Jason was also the first who left. He was the first who walked away and didn't return. He was the first one who died, and then died again.

It's stupid. Roy likes to say he died too, but Jason doesn't like thinking about explosions. He can't think about anything right now anyway. His brain hurts. The words in his head buzz. A hot tip touches his lips but it's not the right kind.

“Open wide.” Roy's using his Dad voice, and it's horrifying. Jason can feel his heart in his lungs and sometimes he forgets Roy has green eyes too.

They're earthier. Grounded. They're nothing like the look Jason stares at Roy with when Lian's gone to bed and the bowl's still chipped and the dishes haven't been scrubbed but everyone is too tired to touch it.

Roy sighs. The spoon clatters into the bowl, and he sucks the soup from his thumb again. “Jay, you gotta work with me here. You're sick. Being a stubborn asshole isn't gonna change that. What're you even doing here, man? Thought you were tired.”

Jason has never said he's tired before. At least not to Roy. The voice in his head that glows green and grins acid is different. He thinks he loves the voice and also hates it. He doesn't know if it's himself or someone else.

“Shut up, Harper.” He sniffs without meaning to and promptly closes his mouth.

Roy's lips break into that sly grin that means he's going home with at least a couple numbers and a body or two hanging from his elbows. “Only if you eat the damn soup. Otherwise I'll keep going, baby. I can keep this up all night long.” He winks as if Jason doesn't know him. “You know I've got the stamina to prove it.”

Jason rolls his eyes. Kind of. It hurts and the world spins, and then Roy's whispering meaningless words into his ear. He thinks his eyes are open but then he blinks and sees the ceiling. He does a double take but his body doesn't move. The air swirls. Something pinches his hips, then his legs, and then Jason is in Roy's room and the sheets smell like his body wash.

There's another smell, something heady and unmistakably Roy. Jason's not in love because he's never been in love. He doesn't know what it looks like.

He smells soup.

A ceramic bowl clatters gently, and a duvet is tugged up to Jason's chin. The bed dips next to Jason's waist and Roy's hair is long. It isn't tied back, but it was before. With the lamp light, his eyelashes look brighter. Almost like they're glowing.

Jason's not in love because Roy could never love him. He's just not the type. He's someone who dedicates his life to one person and one person only, and Jason is nowhere near a hero.

The tip of the spoon touches his bottom lip. It's cooler.

“Open wide.”

Maybe it's because it's half-one in the morning or Jason's running a fever higher than he ever has before, or because he's only twenty-one and yet he has over half of Gotham's underground under his control. His chest clenches. Tim said Jason's going to end up with heart attacks if he keeps this going, and then Jason yelled about all the empty Red Bull cans littering Tim's floor.

Jason's only twenty-one but he's never been in love. He was, maybe, once when he was fifteen. But that was before the voice in his head was impossibly loud. He doesn't remember who it was, and they're probably gone.

He opens his mouth. Roy grins, sly and dirty. His Dad voice slips out: “Good boy.”

Jason's going to kill him. He doesn't remember why he came to Star City tonight. He doesn't remember a lot of things.

His chest tightens even more as he swallows, and maybe Tim is right. Maybe heart attacks are going to be what finally takes Jason out.

[tiredela]

„Ayrenn, Ayrenn, You are a great queen We toast to your health By moon, stars, and green.“

Happy Birthday to the only (afaik) Elder Scrolls character with a canon birthday!!

[itsnobodysproblem]

Also excuse me but Sherlock and John saying sorry to each other and speaking at the same time.... That was so sweet... And the high five and a hug......🥺

It's been two weeks for me but still I look at this page and 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️‼️‼️

[oifaaa]

The sadness I feel when I try to find an old piece of art only to discover the original artists either disactivated their account or deleted the art but at the same time having to acknowledge that the art was made by the artists and shouldn't it be ultimately up to them if they no longer want that art to exist on the Internet

[short666bread]

Get Haunted

[ivorysodapop]

Design stuff!!! It's a little more drastic bc WWX is DEAD but differences between them also

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