#but open to interpretation idc

[chi-xion]

forgot what you wanted to say? happens to me all the time

[velvetwyrme]

intricate decepticon rituals (tattooing your boss)

inspired by this ask

also the lines because i liked them and some closeups <3

[each-uisge-enthusiast]

the modern villainisation of demeter will never cease to enrage me bc it wasn’t ENOUGH to just take a story of a girl being torn from her home from everyone who loved her and dragged away to be forced into marriage and twist and corrupt it until it was a romance story about female empowerment that wasn’t ENOUGH they HAD to take the original hero of the story the mother who went to every length to find her daughter again to bring her home and demonise her character until she was this horrific overbearing unloving mother. overprotective controlling without love. they turn the story of her grief at her YOUNG daughter being torn from her without her knowledge into the story of a misunderstood bad boy and a horrible cruel mother who won’t give him a chance and i really find it sickening. it’s ironic, that the ever misogynist age of hellenistic greece, has a better grasp of how disgusting and horrifying this situation was that a modern, self proclaimed ‘feminist’ era.

[ghostyclay]

[Day 30]: TANUKI JOEL TANUKI JOEL TANUKI JOEL-

(Whenever i export animations, procreate sometimes messes up the colors a bit? It looks fine on my ipad, but the animation is desaturated on my phone, so here's what it should look like:)

Anyways, i thought it would be funny to draw Joel summoning Effo, inspired by Grian & Scar summoning mumbo during season 8. It turned out even sillier than i thought it would and i absolutely love it wkdhwjd

(explanation of the animation + sketch of the tail below!)

Also wanted to show off the sketch since it shows off the movement a lot better! I did end up changing a LOT (and even ended up adding some frames where i did lineart w/o a sketch inbetween... Oop-) but u can still kind of see the drag and offset?

So basically: since the tail isn't a stiff object like... A table or sth, it has multiple 'joints' (<-don't remember the proper term for it). Now, if u animated the tail just moving back and forth it would look v v stiff and wierd, since irl the tip of the tail would be "dragged along" with the bottom (<-aka the ACTUAL joint that the movement originates from). To create a more organic and realistic movement, you need to slightly delay the other parts of the tail. I usually use those lil circles to sketch this out at first, since its a lot easier to do without having to worry about shape and perspective and such.

(in theory i know wayyy too much about animation, but in practice im still struggling to do it bc i don't have much experience animating ekfhakdj- i do know the theory p well, which is why im hoping his lil explanation might help someone! Let me know if u guys want me to include some art theory lessons more often :D)

[junebugdunes]

something soft

[marshbarks]

tell me your fave gender/pronoun and romantic/sexual orientation headcanons right now

[the-emeralds-incorrect]

Regulus Black — NEWT years

Regulus returns in his sixth year with material wrapped around his forearms and hands.

“Compression sleeves”, he explains to those who ask. “Medical. I’m required to wear them, if I want to continue quidditch.”

They don’t ask any more questions, usually. It’s impolite. It makes sense, anyways. Nobody in Slytherin wants him to resign from the team — he’s a great seeker, and won them the Cup last year.

Barty and Evan see him get them off every night before bed. If they notice the ink on his left forearm, they don’t ask. He doesn’t want to explain how much he would prefer it to be just ink.

There hasn’t been an announcement from the government about Death Eaters trademark tattoo. If Regulus was stupider, he might’ve played it off as just a regular one, with a snake to honor his house. He doesn’t. Dumbledore leads the resistance. Even if the government doesn’t know of them, he must at least suspect.

When he returns home for Yule, he notices his muscles feel weaker and he has trouble grabbing things without them due to pain. He did that to himself. He doesn’t have enough time to get them back in shape before returning to Hogwarts — doesn’t know if that would even work — so he just wears them all the time. “Madam Pomfrey told me I should wear them,” he tells his parents. He doesn’t know if they bother to remember. Father’s illness takes most of Mother’s attention, nowadays.

Father dies a year later, in the fall of his seventh year; Regulus inherits the lordship ring magically during Astronomy (how fitting), and skip class for the first time in his life. Father is was a member of the Wizengamot, so the announcement is made as quickly as possible — the next day. He doesn’t see Sirius’ reaction.

Sirius doesn’t appear at the funeral. The only ones permitted are family. The media are waiting nearby, though. His compression sleeves get more attention. It’s not a treatment used often in the magical world. The Dark Mark has been revealed to the public, during the last year. He tells them everyone at Hogwarts knows he’s been medically required to wear them for a year now, and there are photos from his Quidditch matches to prove it. Nobody dares to suggest the Dark Lord marked him at sixteen years old. He wishes he had their optimism.

Regulus technically becomes a member of the Wizengamot. He never goes to a single meeting. He suspects they might check his forearm at least once, so he gets away with an excuse that he has to focus on his studies. People nod with agreement, telling him NEWTs are significantly more difficult than OWLs.

He doesn’t get his NEWTs, or goes to a meeting, or completes a real mission for themorganization he has been apart of for almost two years. Instead, during the spring break, he puts on his compression sleeves sitting on his desk, and hides the reaserch about Horcruxes under blood wards in it. He doesn’t burn it. He might return (little chance). Sirius might return (almost zero chance). They are the only two people who could open that drawer without the wards destroying everything it holds. If Sirius returns (he tries to think of a scenario where that comes true, but he fails), he should get a chance to learn about the Dark Lord’s vilest step, just in case Regulus fails. In case they need someone more competent, smarter, better than him to make sure that man stays dead when someone inevitably succeeds in getting a mortal hit on him.

He leaves the lordship ring on the desk. He has not announces a heir publically; it will be Sirius. He goes to the drawing room and overrides his parents’ banishment of his brother. He leaves the family tree unchanged. No need to alert Mother of the “sudden” decision. If he dies today, without the ring on, it will not automatically transfer on his brother’s hand. He will have to set foot in the house again. He figures this is the only way to ensure Sirius doesn’t bury the name six feet under. Going back here will have to mean he accepts being a Black, in a way. The house listens to his condition, and obeys. He enchants his room not to let any of his family, bar his brother, in.

He has half a mind to take the sleeves off, before going to the cave. He doesn’t. He can’t hold a wand properly without them. They as must a part of him as what they cover, now.

A wave of cold, stale air from the cave hits him, and he wonders if he’s the last Lord Black in the history. He discards the thought.

He’s here to kill an immortal. He better get to work.

[flowersondisplay]

in conclusion if old ass regular farmworld jake literally fell into nuclear waste and became the lich for a while and is still completely fine then OUR magical jake can be fine too send tweet

[reggiestein]

My predictions for the Cookie Run Survivor Lineup

[chipistrate]

Me thinks the fnaf movie pizzeria should be the canon fnaf 1 location, and the one we see in fnaf 1 and HW1 is just the indie devs interpretation

[tiressian]

sometimes i'll do the writer equivalent of using a calculator to do 2+8 even though i don't need to i.e. i'll look up shoko to find pictures of her hair color because even though i know it's brown/dark brown my brain is like 'but juuust in case' lol

anyway had a giggle at the following

yes

hell yes

you know, they've never been spotted in the same room (im kidding it's no lol)

she's seen nanami shirtless

[clownkiwi]

im gonna stay neutral on bloober sh2 because ive heard people say it. Doesn't Look Good, based on how it was advertised, and the first review to drop has already given it nearly perfect scores.... so we'll see

[trustrage]

I was gonna self reblog something but apparently I turned reblogs off on it. So I'll just copy and paste it here, including the tags:

"lo/k/i put himself in jail, it's his fault!"

it's more nuanced than that, this isn't to say he did nothing wrong per say, but the nuance is there was coercion involved. it's difficult to say where his lucidity begins and ends. the mind stone definitely influenced him and he wasn't 100% himself.

it's difficult for me personally to say what sort of consequence he should've faced when his sobriety for lack of a better word is compromised. if anything I think it would've been much better for him to receive some kind of rehabilitation or therapy than to be locked away, isolated for the rest of eternity. like you really want to take a man who is mentally and emotionally unstable and isolate him? thus further exacerbating his issues?

idk the people eager to punish him and see him get kind some kind of 'just dessert' get me# yes he's made many poor choices tho being abused by thanos was not one of them ofc.# I don't think he would've done all of this if thanos hadn't gotten him# this wasn't a mutual agreement or w.e# and this also isn't a his hands are clean but# just because he may have some guilt or bloodied hands in the matter# doesn't mean he's any less worthy of compassion.# thank you for coming to my ted talk

[leashybebes]

Hi! Love your work so much! I have a very vague prompt and it’s just Tommy being emotionally vulnerable with Buck. Idc what about I just need this man in tears please and thanks.

well this got longer than intended! i've skimmed over it but basically banged it out in fifteen minutes bc turns out i also need this man in tears

When the bubble pops six weeks after Tommy walked out of the loft, it's not at all what Buck was expecting. He'd hoped for an 'I'm sorry', an 'I was wrong', an 'I want you back'. In bitter moments, he'd even hoped for Tommy to say something really dickish so Buck could just hate him and get on with his life. Hell, even a random string of letters that Buck could interpret as an accident or an attempt to open the lines of communication depending on his mood.

What he gets is:

I've been going to therapy

Finally, right?

I hate it

And then radio silence for the better part of an hour. Buck is about to tear his hair out. He drafts and doesn't send half a dozen responses. The loft smells of chocolate cake by the time the next message comes through.

Sorry, call.

Tell me to get lost, it's fine. But I was wondering if we could talk. I owe you an explanation.

Buck reads it twice, takes the cake out of the oven to cool. Scrolls back up to read the messages from the start. Later, once the cake is filled with sharp redcurrant jelly and covered in a perhaps overly generous layer of toffee buttercream, he picks up his phone again.

I owe you an explanation is glaring at him.

Yeah you do, he sends back. Come over when your shift is done.

The reply is almost instant:

Thank you. 2 hrs.

Two hours suddenly feels like both not enough time to prepare, and far too much time to tie himself up in knots. He deep cleans the kitchen, makes a shopping list, checks in with Maddie. He doesn't mention that he's going to see Tommy.

Somehow, two hours pass in the blink of an eye and Buck realizes - he has no idea what he's going to say. He's spent the last month and a half trying with everything in him not to call Tommy, and he's just now realizing he has no idea what he would have said if he'd given into the urge. Maybe he just wanted to hear the guy's voice, and now he's about to, and he has no idea what to do with himself.

The knock at the door makes him jolt, and that's it, there's no more time to think. His first thought when he opens the door is that it's not fair that Tommy looks so good. He has no business looking so good. His hair is freshly trimmed, those greys at his temple that admittedly send Buck a little feral sparkling in the low light of the hall, his favorite blue Henley soft and stretched across the bulk of his chest, his eyes - Buck's whole train of thought derails because he looks again and Tommy looks - scared. Sad. Like he's holding back from flinching by the skin of his teeth.

"Hey, Tommy."

"Hi, Evan."

Evan, he notes. Steps back. Waves Tommy inside. Tries not to notice the way Tommy's face crumples a little as he steps over the threshold.

"Never thought I'd be here again," he says.

"Me either," Buck admits. "Well, after the first couple weeks when I - " When I sat around and waited for you to come back and tell me you made a mistake. He bites his tongue. Much as he wants to be real bitchy about this, Tommy looks like he is on the edge, and nothing in Buck wants to make that worse.

"You want a coffee?"

"Uh. Sure," Tommy says, and it gives Buck the opportunity to turn his back, to breathe. He's achingly aware of Tommy behind him, of the gravity of his presence, the sound of his breathing (a little shaky), the slight creak as he takes a seat. Buck still has the stupid almond milk and the stupid syrup Tommy likes in his stupid candy flavored coffee, has been buying the former on reflex and can't bring himself to use the latter and taste Tommy's kisses without the man himself. He makes the coffee, even cuts Tommy a slice of cake, and dumps them both in front of him.

Tommy blinks down at the cake, up at Buck. "You made that?"

"Yeah," Buck says. "Been getting real into baking since - well, since."

"Oh." Tommy chews on his lip, looks away again.

"Every time I wanna call you, I bake," Buck admits, the words falling into the silence between them with more weight than they deserve given how ridiculous they are, really.

Tommy glances up at him. "Yeah?"

Buck swivels, pulls open the door to his fridge which is still groaning under the weight of saran wrapped loaves and cakes and tupperwares full of cookies.

"That's - that's a lot."

Buck shrugs. "Yeah, well."

The silence is painful. Awkward in a way they've never really been with each other. Buck throws himself down onto the stool opposite Tommy, tries not to think about how this is exactly where they were sitting when - when. From the look on his face, the way Tommy can't meet his eyes, he's thinking the exact same thing. This is - it's the worst, Buck thinks miserably.

"So, therapy, huh?" he blurts out.

Tommy nods, takes a deep breath. "After I left that night, I - I drove to the movie theater."

Buck blinks. That is…not what he was expecting. "Uh…"

"Bought a ticket and everything. Realized on my way in that that's - that's not normal. Nothing I did that night was normal. You - you made me so happy, and I blew that up the second it sounded like maybe you wanted something long-term. That - that's not normal. The way I think about - about relationships, about love, about myself. It's not normal."

Buck feels like he's holding his breath.

"So I went home. Drank a couple of beers. Psyched myself up. Booked an appointment for the next day."

"That's…" Buck doesn't know what to say. "That's quick."

"Yeah. I don't - " Tommy looks away. Buck can't see it, but he can tell that he's bouncing his leg anxiously. "I wanna stop being a fucking - a wrecking ball. I wanna stop hurting people, stop hurting myself, but it feels like it's all I do."

Buck can't bite his tongue quick enough. "You make choices, Tommy."

Tommy nods and shrinks in on himself. "I know that. I do. It doesn't feel like it, but I do. I get scared and I make the worse choice every time because it's easier than being brave, and I tell myself it's the only choice but - it's not. I know that. I do know that. I'm - I'm so fucked up, Evan."

His eyes are swimming with tears and Buck knows he's no better. Everything in him is screaming at him to reach out, but he clenches his hands together under the table to stop himself. This is - this is maybe the most real Tommy's ever been with him, maybe the most real he's seen Tommy be with himself, and Buck doesn't want to interrupt it, even as every part of him wants to gather Tommy up to him and soothe him and promise him everything's okay. Everything's so far from okay. He watches Tommy take a few deep breaths, recognises the pattern and the count from his own therapy sessions.

"My - my dad - you know, he's an asshole. But he wasn't always. He and my mom - they were so in love. I mean, stars in their eyes, to the exclusion of everything and everyone else, they adored each other. Even before she died, I didn't - there wasn't space for me in there. And after - I guess I remind him of what he lost. They loved each other, and it hurt me. Abby loved me, and I hurt her. I loved N - Nick, and he h - hurt me. I - "

Tommy clears his throat wetly and looks away while Buck thinks who the fuck is Nick and how do I break his kneecaps?

"You what, Tommy?" he asks instead, and it comes out gently.

"I love you," Tommy says, and Buck pretends he isn't paying attention to the tense, pretends his heart isn't rabbiting inside his chest. "I love you, and I hurt us both and I'm - I'm poison, Evan, I'm nothing but sharp edges but I swear I'm trying not to be and I know it's too late but I'm so - I'm so sorry, I'm so - "

He's fully crying now, trying to hide his face in his hands and Buck can't hold back anymore, closes the space between them and gets his arms around the bulk of Tommy's shoulders where they're shaking.

"Don't," Tommy begs, his whole body tightening, so tense Buck's worried something is going to snap. "Don't - d - don't - I don't deserve - "

"Shh," Buck says, pressing his face into Tommy's hair and stopping himself from making it a kiss at the last second. "I don't care what you think you deserve, just let me hold you, okay? Just let me."

Tommy cries harder, soaking Buck's shirt, and Buck doesn't know how long it goes on for but suddenly Tommy's holding him too, clinging in a way he never has before, in a way that feels desperate and fierce and heartbroken.

"It's okay," Buck promises in spite of himself. He strokes his fingers over the short cropped hairs on the nape of Tommy's neck. "I've got you, it's okay. Just try to breathe, baby, you're gonna make yourself sick."

Baby slips out without any intention on his part, but Tommy doesn't seem to notice, just heaves in a hitching, gulping breath, then another, and another. He shifts in Buck's arms, pulling away and Buck lets him. He doesn't retreat to his own seat though, doesn't feel right to put any distance between them while Tommy presses the heels of his hands into his eyes like he can force the tears back inside.

"I'm sorry," he says, when he's a little calmer. "I've got no right - "

"Stop, okay. Just - stop being so horrible to yourself."

Tommy nods. "Yeah. Working on that. I know - I know it's too late, and I swear I didn't come here with the intention of - of crying all over you and making you feel bad for me. I just - I wanted you to know that I'm sorry, and I know that I fucked up real bad. I know - like I said, I know it's too little, too late, but I want you to know I'm working on - on being better."

Buck chews on the inside of his lip clearly for a second too long because Tommy gives a sharp little nod.

"That's all I wanted to say," he says, pushing back from the table and starting to stand. "I'll get out of your - "

"Sit your ass down," Buck says, a little rougher than he intended. Tommy does as he's told, blinking rapidly and Buck pushes away from the table, paces across the kitchen and back again.

"Evan…"

"Shut up. If you keep making decisions for me, I'm gonna - I'm gonna start throwing loaves at your head."

Tommy makes a noise that's half laugh, half sob, and Buck fights back the tiny grin that's tugging at his mouth.

"You - you really think you're this irredeemable asshole that doesn't deserve to be happy, don't you?"

Tommy shrugs, looks away. "If the shoe fits…"

Buck whirls around, yanks open the fridge, grabs the first loaf he sees. "This is coffee and walnut. It's dense. Last warning, jackass."

Tommy's laugh is more distinct this time. "Evan. Okay. Yes, I think that. But I'm - I'm working on not."

"Okay. Okay. So - so work on it." He puts the loaf down. "Work on it, and take me on a date."

Tommy looks like he's being rebooted without warning. "You can't be serious."

"Why not?"

"I - "

"Tell me why I can't be serious."

"Because! Because I'm - I'm a mess. I hurt you. I left."

"You came back," Buck counters. "Even if it was only to apologize."

"You deserve better."

"I want you."

"I don't - I don't know when I'll be - better than I am."

"You're better today than the day you left. You're here."

"Evan…"

"Yes or no, Tommy. Take me on a date."

"I - "

"Yes or no."

"Yes. Please, yes."

Buck exhales for what feels like the first time in weeks. "Okay. Okay. That's a start."

He puts the loaf back in the fridge, takes Tommy's coffee away to reheat it, and the whole time he can feel Tommy's eyes on him, watching him like he's something precious.

[srslylini]

I just don't get what they tried doing with this? Like first of all; again, do we remember how the Enforcers reacted in season 1 when kids/people died? Not at all, lol. In fact they'd have taken Powder, Mylo and Claggor to Stillwater and took them from Vi's corpse. Realistically.

so that's the same writers who now want to convince me that Enforcers saw Vi dead on the ground and said "kid dead, kid dead bad. I now need to be good."

?????????

The take that Vi's death is the reason the universe turns out good is disgusting and it's just as disgusting that this is a conclusion the viewers can even come to because of how they gave us the episode and what happened in it.

It is a horrendous take, as you've said, and that's why the episode existing this way is just as horrendous. The fact that it even seems like it is "Vi's fault" is so wild and makes me so mad.

Because it is in fact not Vi's fault, at all.

Is the take "the other universe is good because Vi is dead" a horrendous take? Absolutely. But then again, no one would have this take if it was actually clear why the good au is good. Why is it that the conflict between zaun and piltover is gone in the AU? Why is it that silco and Vander managed to reconcile? If we knew the why, then no one would have to jump to shitty conclusions like the conclusion "it's all Vi's fault."

[whtepony]

What are your Rick headcanons?? 🧐

misc. rick headcanons

ft. rick sanchez x mostly gn reader, could be interpreted as fem

warnings: nsfw under the cut so 18+, cnc, drugs and alcohol mentioned, i think that’s it???

notes: i love this old freak so bad. this is kinda short but i hope u like it!!! my rnm fixation is kinda dying again bc im getting back into creepypasta but it’ll probably come back when s8 drops 🙏🏼 im so excited yall have no idea

sfw:

genuinely won’t keep you around if you don’t get along with summer and morty. as much as he says he “couldn’t be bothered” what his grandkids think, he does need someone that’ll mesh well with his family

SOOO unbelievably protective. if you manage to become someone rick really loves, he’ll do anything to keep you safe (and WILL kill anyone who hurts you if it comes to that)

likes taking you on adventures but only if you can handle yourself. obv like i said above he’ll protect you to the best of his ability but he can’t be with someone who can’t also look out for themselves

not super into pda but he likes to be touching you most of the time, whether it be a hand on your lower back, thigh, etc or standing so close to you that you’re touching some way or another

jealous and possessive. gets super insecure if someone flirts with you and has a bad habit of lashing out when he feels that way

he tries to hide it but rick really loves making you laugh. he knows he’s funny but he especially likes when you find him funny

i don’t think he really has preferences based on looks, rick seems like the kind of guy to not have a “type”

when you get close and he realizes he doesn’t want to lose you, he cuts back on his drinking and actually makes an effort to be better for everyone in his life

rick in love starts acting like rickbot and morty gets suspicious at first lol

lets you mess with stuff in the garage but only if he’s there to supervise and definitely hovers over you in case you get hurt

nsfw:

HE’S A FREAKKKK

down for pretty much whatever you wanna do. super open minded and will try almost anything once or twice

switch with a heavy dom lean (doesn’t sub unless he completely trusts you and even then it’s a semi-rare occurrence)

lowkey lazy sometimes bc he’s old lmao (makes you ride him more often than not but his fav is doggy)

probably controversial but he definitely has an intoxication kink that goes hand in hand with a cnc kink… likes getting you drunk/high just to play with you

^^ and definitely knows how to make an aphrodisiac that drives you insaneeee

rick is an ass and thighs guy. argue with the wall

can be kinda mean in bed but would never really hurt you if you didn’t like it. he’ll slap, spank, bite, and manhandle you but it’s out of adoration trust me

not the best with aftercare but if you ask him to do something for you he’ll 100% do it. usually consists of cleaning you up and letting you cuddle up to him unless you specifically ask for something more

hates pulling out sorry 😭 rick looovvvesss to cum inside you and has a number of options to prevent pregnancy if that’s a possibility/concern for you

actually super vocal and talkative in bed. he moans like a slut and the dirty talk is insane idc

has no preference for giving/receiving head bc he loves both!!!!!!