#as long as he can find himself again

[sophiewagentje]

I have some gossip👀

So this is according to an anonymous source from one of the Dutch f1 podcast I listen to: apparently Checo has a clause in his contract stating that he has to be within a certain points and time margin to Max next season, if he’s not his contract will be terminated at the end of 2023. So this source is assuming he won’t be within the margin, which suggest that Checo currently isn’t within the margin. So assuming Checo will get booted at the end of 2023, this source states that Redbull would want to replace him with Daniel Ricciardo IF Daniel shows he has a better pace than Checo over the 2023 season.

So I guess that means Daniel to Redbull reserve 2023 confirmed?

[tiffanyachings]

it would have been very beautiful. camilla would have had to cook (horrible bone soup)

[thejasontoddarchives]

Brothers in Blood will trick you into thinking it’s just a silly crack scenario brought to life and Jason just concocted this plan for shits and giggles. Then you get a single page like this:

Nightwing (1996-) #121

that reveals he wanted/desperately needed shreds of acceptance even if it was coated in layers of resentment irritation and doubt after going through this:

Batman (1940-) #650

And it had to be from someone who isn’t Bruce

[turtleblogatlast]

Sometimes I wonder if Leo’s instant latching onto Señor Hueso is due to the fact that Hueso is an older adult man (specifically a father at that) who, while fed up with Leo a lot of the time, still deigns to give him a modicum of attention.

Considering Leo’s a Leo, he craves that attention from a father figure, even if said attention isn’t positive. As long as he’s acknowledged, that’s enough for him, since he’s already used to being his own biggest (and often only) fan as is.

Luckily, Hueso does come around and (reluctantly) forms a connection with Leo as well, but again, I have to wonder if Leo picked out Hueso for a reason.

[designernishiki]

Fun fact: Takeuchi the guy who wrote those MineDai RGGO stories said that he thinks Mine and Daigo should be together. Like yeah bro. We got that memo loud and clear already

(if you have a link to where he said that id LOVE to see it btw)

YEAH he made that pretty fucking Obvious.

you know……with the combined power of takeuchi wanting minedai to be together and yokoyama being super into mine and wanting to bring him back…………you see where im going with this

[nobodieshero-main]

playing around with one of the final scenes, not because i'm anywhere close to it but bc i enjoy exploring the idea of Keika not just losing a bit of himself, but actively giving it up just because Atlas asked it of him.

[cxpperhead]

Copperhead takes time to warm up to people. In his experience, most people cannot see past his appearance and treat him differently, be it with thinking he's creepy or worse, thinking him an animal due to his serpentine looks. Copperhead is okay with the latter; people who assume his intelligence is low or that he doesn't 'experience feelings' like a human only makes it all the easier to take them by surprise when they underestimate him so badly.

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

Thanks so much for all your answers to all my questions about your royalty au!

I love how you write Gandra. You keep her very much in character, and you really emphasize and even *elaborate* on her 'complex personality brought on by a difficult past, leading her to be desperate and look out only for herself, and making very bad decisions' that the show did a very sloppy job handling in the actual series; it especially works in your royalty au, because she was in a FAR worse position than in the series!

In the series and in your stories about her, I'm always so torn between thinking she's a selfish bitch and being understanding about how difficult she's got it under FOWL/how all her circumstances have hardened her (and unlike the series, you do a good job in your stories in general by elaborating more on how difficult and dangerous it is for her to be in FOWL, making it a little easier to be sympathetic for her), but it's a lot easier for me to have more sympathy for her in your royalty au!

no omg thank you for asking I really can't express enough how much I appreciate that-

Ty!!!! Yes I don't talk about her much in terms of the royalty au but I am always thinking about her there ssdlkjfsdl I have so many little stories from when she was a kid I want to do, and I always mean to draw her but I haven't gotten around to it much. She's beloved <3333 And I feel like a lottttt of the trauma I write for Mads can be applied to like... literally any of the other assassins because they were all raised like that. Even if some of the stories don't allow for a lot of her perspective (because I want to keep her in character or keep her motives unclear for suspense reasons) it can be safe to assume that she's hurting just as much as he is. If not more in some cases- because he's had time to heal and she has not.

uagh yeah I reallyyyy have wanted to rework how she's been treated there ssdlkfjdlsk still in the process of fixing it ofc. XD Thank you, though! It's good to know you can still see her humanity!!!

[the-cookie-of-doom]

I want to write about my feral captive Kim idea I had earlier but I'm literally melting into my keyboard. gonna go to bed instead bhut hnnnng writinggggg

[calamity-unlocked]

[follow-up to this]

Andrias Leviathan had worn his crown for ten long centuries when he died.

His death came at the hands of a thirteen year old girl who was ablaze with the kind of love he had long discarded.

It was not a literal death. Though the advanced technology that made up his limbs and organs was damaged, it was nothing that could not be fixed. The hands that hesitantly welded his torn skin back together were anything but kind, but they were not cruel either. And they asked him if this was what he truly wanted.

For the first time, it was.

Years passed, and he spent those years trying to make up for his actions. He wore his penance around his neck, held his regret in his only-remaining hand.

People shunned him, refused to meet his eyes. He tried to smile despite it, but bowed his head when he saw that his guilt would not ease their pain. It was not easy. It was never easy.

But he had walked the easy path for too long. This road was new, and tough, and deserved. He refused to complain.

One day, months after his assigned guards had been relieved from duty by Prime Minister Olivia, Andrias was kneeling in the shadow of a barren hill. The acidity of the soil here had never recovered from Andrias’ power stations, polluting the creeks with industrial waste. Plants were hesitant to grow.

He had time. And he had patience. He plowed the earth with his fingers and gently pressed small chunks of pulverized limestone in the

A book on horticulture, written in familiar handwriting, lay open beside him, the pages stained with dirt. A reluctant gift from the Plantars, received with tears in his eyes.

He was engrossed in his task, and didn’t notice light footsteps skipping over cracked earth.

“Hi!” said a high voice. “Why are you wearing those chains?”

Andrias shot upright in surprise. His knee hit the bucket with limestone, and the power-like substance spilled on the ground like salt. Brushing it back into its container, he looked to the side.

A yellow-skinned axolotl child, their feathery gills barely grown in, had their hands on their back and was had tilted their head in a curious fashion.

They must have come from the village nearby, and hadn’t listened to their parents’ warnings of the giant that tended to the earth in his self-imposed solitude. These days, not many children remembered the floating castle that had blocked out the sun and poisoned the land. They were born in a world of plenty, ignorant of how dire the cost had been of healing a broken society.

“They are a reminder,” he said, scooping the last bits of limestone back off the ground. His dismissiveness didn’t deter the kid.

“That’s weird,” they said. “Are you planting vegetables?” They darted around Andrias’ heels as he rose to his feet and walked to a cast-iron watering can, his aching back supported by Barrel’s hammer. “Won’t have much luck here, if that’s the case. Soil’s stubborn, or so my da says. My da’s a farmer too, you know,” they clarified. “I don’t think you’re doing it right.”

A familiar bemusement coursed through Andrias. “I admit I don’t know much about landscaping. But I’m learning.”

“You want me to give you some tips?” the kid asked, their bulbous eyes growing three sizes with excitement.

Andrias almost refused, but that was not in his nature. He nodded, a smile curving his lips.

The axolotl grinned from gill to gill, running up to Andrias’ hand. Before he knew what was happening, the kid was sitting on his shoulder. “So, what’s your name, big guy?”

He opened his mouth, then shut it again.

Andrias Leviathan had died the moment he stopped wearing his crown. Someone better had been reborn.

“You can call me Drias.”

“Well, Drias, first of all you’re gonna need a plow. Your hand is big, sure, but we’re not in the medieval ages anymore. Why bother! And then…”

[dutybcrne]

Sometimes Diluc does wonder if the Delusion left a lasting impact on him, outside the never-fading scars on his arm. That if every time his temper flares or he deals a particularly cruel blow upon his opponent, it’s due to the Delusion’s lingering influence, that it may have altered him to be a crueler person as a result of his near half a decade-long dependence on it.

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

Very emotional about the breakfast story in the Gospel of John. Simon, James and John, Thomas, Nathanael, and a few others are out together. Simon says he's going fishing, and the others say they're coming along. They spend all night trying to get a good haul, and they catch nothing. Dawn is breaking, and they see a man on the shore a long way off, but they can't tell who he is. He shouts to them, "You don't have any fish, do you?" They have to shout back a disgruntled, "No." The man replies, "Put the net on the other side and you'll catch some fish!" Maybe they roll their eyes a bit--they're the ones out on the water, and they have been all night, what would he know?--and the fish start flooding into the net.

And John looks at Simon and remembers: this has happened before. Three years ago, before everything changed--that voice had shouted to them the same instruction.

"Simon!!" he says, "It's the Lord!"

And it hits Simon like a thunderbolt. He frantically throws on his coat (he'd stripped for work) and plunges into the water. He'd walked on the water before to meet Jesus, what was swimming a hundred yards? So eager to reach Him he can't wait the few minutes for the boat to come in--and when it gets there, he has to go and help unload the fish anyway. But even those few moments with Jesus are worth the soaking wet robes and the exhaustion. And anyway, He already has a fire going--with some fish of His own. "Come and have breakfast!" He says.

And then they sit and eat together, just like they had done so many times over the past three years, and He's there with them, perhaps gently laughing at Simon, still dripping from his swim, and it's like He never left.

He never truly did.

[hussyknee]

Note to self: a large meal is a very effective sedative for hyperactive cats.

[feralnumberfive]

John Powell you are so cruel for 4:24-5:26 in As Long As He's Safe. What the actual fuck.

[godsfavoritescientist]

you’ll always be my favorite ghost - Big God, by Florence + The Machine

[Image description: Lineless digital painting of Ford kneeling in front of the stone statue of Bill, hugging it and crying. He is in the woods, surrounded by birch trees, with beams yellow light streaming down from the treetops. The grass around Ford is shaded to be reminiscent of the shape of the portal.]

[riddlers-roulette]

Forever upset that Bruce had to interrupt right when Ed was gonna climb onto Oswald’s lap and-

Well, at least they got to hold hands as they dangled from that lamppost