#don't be surprised

[jadedresearcher]

New Zampanio Branch Dropped :)

http://farragofiction.com/ZampanioSimEastEastEast You know Zampanio? That creepy pasta game I'm obsessed with that probably doesn't exist but that's okay because we all keep making 'fan games' of it based on what breadcrumbs we can find? Filling in the holes with other fandoms and ocs and what not?

I made another fan branch of it!

This one is more recursive than normal (don't worry it's justified :) :) ;) ) but I have it in a p decent state before I need to go get ready for Lavinraca/Lavinraca!!! And of course, because it's to the East, you can luxuriate in the fact that it's actually a game!

It's more game than anything you've ever seen me create before! Isn't that exciting???

Don't you love it when the appearance of a thing matches the reality of a thing? Soooo much better than the North! Who even likes all those fakey fake illusions pretending to be food delivery sites or dating sites or games or a gender quiz or whatever? Though I WILL say. North really did have something going on by pretending to be Tumblr.

[kairithemang0]

Rating some of my childhood crushes <3

I'm gonna expose myself

Listen, silly fox guy doing silly fox things? Honestly yeah he still holds up 7/10

I dunno how this one happened but I vividly remember crushing on her in 1st grade. 5/10 also today i found out lyn manuel maranda made a magic school bus intro and i hate everything

Not gonna lie I feel like I'm still crushing on her like dude they knew what they were doing. 10/10

Dude. 10/10. Like. Hot pirate lady???? hELLO???

YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SHE'S GETTING 100/10 IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HER I DON'T BELIEVE YOU

if you couldn't tell i really like disney women. 9/10

dude i think this is more of a current crush than a childhood one but still 11/10 also so many points for gender

Listen. Like. Ok. 8/10

[muddypolitics]

(via James Lankford Stunned GOP Doesn't Actually Want Immigration Fixed HA HA HA Oh Mercy)

The key aspect of this, again, is are we, as Republicans, going to have press conferences and complain the border’s bad and then intentionally leave it open after the worst month in American history in December? Now we’ve got to actually determine, are we going to just complain about things? Are we going to actually address in a change as many things as we can if we have the shot?

[friendlesscat]

I missed the booping event without even knowing about it until it was over...

I'm devastated. Heartbroken. The heartwrenching regret of not realizing what those "boop" posts were will never leave me. No amount of chocolates and fanfics will be able to fill this gaping hole in my heart.

I would have abused the boop button till its limit and spared no boops for the people I love, but

I

Missed

It

(⁠ ⁠；∆；⁠)

[traditional-with-a-twist]

lii. Beauty and Her Beast

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No sooner had Shirayuki admitted to her ignorance of her husband’s whereabouts than Haruka’s expression darkened. 

“Regrettably,” he said, “such indifference to domestic responsibility is likely … hereditary.”

“Hereditary?” Shirayuki repeated blankly.

...

Haruka jerked a hand in the direction of a box sitting on the corner of his desk. 

Unlike the neat portfolios typical of Wilant, it overflowed with scrolls and strangely folded papers bent like accordions.

“I have lately returned from an embassy of that land,” he said.

...

She might as well know something of the mess her reckless actions had caused.

“As we discussed in your tutorials, a claimant to noble property must establish the rights of kinship.”

Haruka’s voice settled into the drone of instruction, without his being aware of it. “As, in this case, the formalities were not observed in a Clarinese court of law, but rather abroad, it has been necessary to submit a formal request for the official records.

“That, as you see,” his lip curled, “is the result of my applications thus far.”

...

Shirayuki peered into the box, which was painted all over in bright colors. A string of beads trailed from one of the scrolls bundled within.

The inky branches of a tree spread across folds of paper beneath it, marked with unfamiliar characters. Lines split and joined and split again, connecting the characters.

“You mean,” Shirayuki said slowly, “this is…about… Obi’s mother?”

...

“It is a marriage license,” Haruka answered shortly. “Or what passes for it in that land.”

The lesson had gone on long enough, he thought.

He was beginning to feel an uncomfortable prickle at the back of his neck, as long repressed memories began stealing back. 

...

They came unbidden, as she had come unbidden into his life — flighty as a butterfly, beautiful and useless as a songbird.

He had not welcomed her, even as he did not want these remembrances that crept into his thoughts — persistent images of shining black hair and laughing green eyes.

The child had been born with his eyes, not hers, though by then she was rarely laughing.

...

Haruka had been young then, when she found her way into his life, though still with a sense of responsibility far weightier than his years.

The Clarines royal family had dispatched his delegation to the east for the purpose of negotiating trade routes; he intended to think of nothing else during his stay in that wild and overly colorful menagerie of a country.

There had been many women, flitting in and out, shameless in their self-display, but none had come so near as her.

...

He had spurned her smiles and friendly manners, her light and playful overtures, but it was like rebuffing a summer day.

She shone on him, like it or not. He felt her beauty, though he tried to close his eyes to it.

Still, by what fit of madness had he allowed her to win him?

...

Once the decision had been made, on whatever spurious grounds that his deranged reason had justified itself, the force of Haruka’s character continued to operate — but in exactly the opposite direction.

The malady had set in. With as much vigor as he had once resisted her, now he applied all his considerable powers to effecting their union.

This he pursued in the only form conceivable to him: wretch that he was, he had married her.

...

Her people had not smoothed the way for them. Coquetries, flirtations, they allowed — even encouraged — but a permanent and binding contract with a veritable stranger, they viewed with suspicion.

How much of the contortions and convolutions of the arrangements owed to their twisted institutions, and how much to their furtive, backhanded mode of opposition, he could not have guessed.

Nor did he much care.

If it accomplished anything, their resistance only fired his determination still further.

...

Never had he known a victory so sweet as claiming her for his own – and never had one soured more quickly.

Before he had managed to bring her back to his homeland, before they had even reached the crossing, she had gone.

Little surprise that the cold winds of responsibility had blown her from his life as easily as she had drifted in. 

...

Such creatures could not be trusted. He had erred grievously in supposing otherwise.

...

Lord Haruka rode across the border proud and aloof; he returned bitter and ashamed. He imagined it discretion, not wounded pride, that he spoke of the union to no one – but then why had he not married a second time? 

Was it propriety: too stiff to sweep a foreign marriage under the rug, if it meant a shadow of doubt that he had behaved improperly? 

Was it lingering affection for the woman who had turned his head? 

Whatever it was, his pride had cost him the chance to secure the future of the estate - he never thought of marriage again.

...

Fatherhood, however, had proved more difficult to forsake.

By the time he turned his attention to the boy’s upbringing, it was too late. Early years in the care of that fickle creature had spoiled him for any discipline, for living indoors, even.

Haruka had done his best to arrange for a suitable education, but it was all a waste. The boy had proven himself incorrigible then vanished, news of his whereabouts surfacing but rarely. 

He had dismissed the possibility of ever naming him as his heir.

...

With good reason, as the present state of affairs had once again confirmed.

Here stood the living proof before him: the failed princess, now saying without a shadow of shame, “Lord Haruka, I’m worried about Obi. When he left—” her voice trembled, “he wasn’t…happy. He thought I… I…”

“It is his blood,” Haruka snapped. “Rootless, feckless wanderers, good for nothing settled — they cannot be trusted.”

Shirayuki stared at him for a long moment, wondering to see some of his heart at last, after all this time.

“Did you miss her after she left?” she asked, in a voice of great tenderness. “Obi’s mother?”

...

Lord Haruka’s face hardened to stone. “Good day, Lady Shirayuki. Please consult with the steward on whatever refreshments you may require.”

She stepped forward, laying a hand on his desk. 

“Obi does want a home,” Shirayuki said softly. “We were happy together in the cottage. It was just — I —” 

...

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter now. It just matters that we find him before it’s too late—”

“It was too late for that boy long before you came here,” Haruka interrupted coldly. “Do not think you can reform him. You must simply accept the error of your decision, as I have.”

“But—” Her eyes widened. “If you come with me, we can—”

...

“Do not be absurd. I depart at dawn for Wilant, at his Highness’s request. Your road, should you be foolish enough to follow it, leads elsewhere.”

...

Shirayuki tucked her chin against her chest, pained on Obi’s behalf. 

She didn’t like to think how he would feel if he were here listening; she flinched from imagining how she would feel if her own father had spoken so.

Once she had told Obi that Haruka might be lonely, that he might wish for a family. Now she confronted the possibility that even if Haruka held such a wish, he would deny every opportunity for it.

...

When Shirayuki looked up, her eyes were full of sadness. 

“Obi was right about you,” she said softly, “but it doesn’t have to be that way. If you change your mind, there’s still time.”

She raised her hood.

“Good-bye, Lord Haruka.”

[makshu]

I started watching The Music Freaks. And it's good.

[citruscloudsandmoon]

Help traumatized Israelis

trying to boycott sonic 3 really feels like being the only one wearing a mask in the grocery store rn.

[hansoeii]

It was affection.

[set-wingedwarrior]

I haven't watched the episode, didn't even know there were new episodes releasing these days, then a celebratory clip appears on my feed and this was literally my reaction

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[rose-demica]

I was gonna scroll past but...

ITS SOCKS! I can be killed by socks!? How tf are socks dangerous? Can they just not wear them? At least super healing will deal with the blisters situation but oww!

Socks!!

[senecio11]

You've heard of the 'Judge branded his children with their numbers' head-canon, I raise you this. (Read right to left)

I really wanted to use this comic to explore how, while Sanji was aware of how awful his life in Germa was, there was probably a lot of messed up things happening to him that he wouldn't necessarily recognize as abuse, since he had no frame of reference for what a 'normal' childhood looked like.

[starchaser667]

Hey so, has anyone else like , , , thought about this??

Because I have,

And it's making me incredibly anxious

[eddiediaaz]

Spin this wheel of the top 50 fastest growing relationship tags of 2024 on AO3!

here's a link to the ships list

[justarandomart]

"only I get to insult him!" (affectionate)

[sweetandlethal]

MISS HYYH IS ABOUT TO BE 10 YEARS OLD HELLO?????