#godDAMN.

[amazinglyegg]

WJAT THE FUCK

[ciphox]

scions ! with a few friends

[shesmore-shoebill]

*faintly* oh haha okay

[moonieratty]

Rocketear was crazy cause like what is HAPPENING here??

[somefuckingcreature]

compiling all my results, thisisnotawebsitedotcom spoilers

dipper - a message from. someone idk (bill?) telling him to stare into the sun

mabel - puts stickers everywhere

mason - anagrams! NERDS PAST INFO, I STEAL PENNIES, GHOUL DECLARES FEELING, STERN NET WORTH P.O.S., SO FIERCEST ALPACA WITHIN (also maybe CRYPTOGRAM CODEX)

soos - a note from soos. idk id kts important

stanley - brass knuckles

stanford - 6 fingers??? woah

bill - triangle

cipher - triangle

mcgucket - cotton eyed joe

pines - a good family tree

axolotl - you ask alotl questions

click on the octopus - bills portal attempt with manatees

click on the book - note from ford. theres a code

wendy - haha gottem

blindeye - thats a cipher isnt it

hirsch - flannel

love - ravishing!

tobydetermined - restraining order

gideon - he sings a song. idk.

robbie - texts between robbje ans thompson

pacifica - note from pacifica

waddles - pig adoption

craz - jem and the holograms

xyler - jem and the holograms

life - 72% complete

death - lifes goth cousin

baby - bill ultrasound

portal - portal.exe has been deleted. i bet you cold build a new one

journal3 - the journal for me

journal2 - the journal for you

journal 1 - the journal of fun

weirdmaggeddon - newd article. nothing happened

gravityfalls - never heard of it

mysteryshack - confusion hill, tourist attraction in cali

click the knob - static

reality - is an illusion

universe - hologram

fordtramarine - files on fordtramarine

scrimbles - lifeform not found

adastraperaspera - stuff on billcorpse

hectoring - a folk song about bill

blendin - time agent lost, presumed incomprtent

theyllsee - is seeing believing?

loveyabro - stan caught a mermaid! code on back

stan (multiple times) - 8 ball cane, male girdle, fez, colonel sandrs tie, wheel of shame

platinumpaz - a story about pacifica after the northwest manor episode

theraprism - in case of (the old one) do not use elevators

tyrone - paper jam!

dippyfresh - burger king kids club

weird - al

gun - oh yes, oh yes, oh yss, they both

skibidi - life privileges revoked. now releasing poison gas

[wormedeye]

day 4: romance @eonweweek

🕊️Characters: Eönwë x male elf OC (whose lore i will probably drop in the tags)

🕊️Synopsis: Eönwë’s young apprentice wants to heal him after the sword training

🕊️Warnings: implied self-harm, bc eönwë’s a lil depressed, english is not my first language, 700+ drabble that turned out to be 1k+ drabble.

🕊️someday it will be on ao3

His sleeves were rolled up slightly above the elbow. The tunic was loose enough, though when Eönwë raised his sword to strike his muscles still strained the linen cloth. Dear Eru.

“Look, how I’m holding it.” Eönwë repeated the move once again,more slowly. “You don’t cut straight, tilt it slightly.”

Laireno nodded, trying to memorise everything from how his arms move to the expression on his face. Eönwë stopped and stuck the blade in the ground and folded his hands on the pommel.

“Now you.”

Laireno breathed out, took his sword and tried to repeat everything his mentor was doing. Eönwë watched silently, until he suddenly interrupted the elda in the middle of a move. Laireno froze obediently, frowning slightly from strain.

Eönwë walked behind the elf’s back and placed his hand on the elf’s forearm, just short of the elbow. Laireno understood the unspoken order and unbent his arm until Eönwë stopped him. And something was still bothering him, so he also corrected the direction of the sword, bending the elf’s hand. The linen sleeve crept up Eönwë‘s arm, following the movement, revealing a bandage hidden beneath.

“Your hands are shaking.” The Maia noticed. “Are you tired?”

Laireno shook his head desperately.

“No, Sir, just trying not to move.”

“Do tell me, if you are, and we will take a break or finish for today, alright? I don’t want you to overtire yourself.”

“Okay.”

Eönwë returned to where he was standing and told him to repeat the whole thing from the beginning. Laireno did. He tried really hard, wanting to impress his mentor. He had listened closely, he had watched carefully, he could repeat this movement that Eönwë was coprrectingfor the second time already.

“That’s it.” Eönwë finally commanded. “You need to rest.”

Laireno lowered his sword and looked at the Maia with hope in his eyes.

“Did I do it? Was it good?”

Eönwë almost smiled.

“Yes. You did very well.”

Laireno beamed, and then Eönwë couldn’t hold back a small smile. A strange, incorrect smile, but still a smile. It was never right on Eönwë‘s face. He always frowned for some reason, sometimes even lowering the corners of his lips instead of raising them like everyone. Like he wasn’t truly happy. But Laireno was, every time he saw his mentor smile.

Eönwë leaned on his sword stuck in the ground, staring off into the distance. Silent and pensive. Laireno couldn’t take his eyes off him, a small, but a very strong intrusive thought not leaving his head, a question he was dying to ask. He paced back and forth, tugging at the hem of his clothes, gathering his courage. Finally, he couldn’t hold it any longer and strode determinedly over to his mentor. Eönwë immediately turned his head to the elf, shifting all his attention from his thoughts to his young apprentice. Laireno lost a half of his former confidence, but didn’t give up.

“Sir Eönwë, do you-” He lowered his gaze, unable to hold eye contact with the Maia. “Are you-”

“Don’t be afraid, I don’t peck, I don’t bite.” The herald said softly, encouraging the elf to continue.

Laireno took a deep breath.

“Are you injured?” He blurted out, his eyes still locked on the grass. “I saw a bandage on your arm, and I thought- I was worried-”

His fuse faded and he fell silent, waiting for an answer. Eönwë did not speak a word as well. Laireno raised his head and met his mentor’s detached, almost defensive gaze. He hadn’t expected such a question. Maybe didn’t even want it. Laireno regretted asking it.

“I- Yes.” Eönwë said slowly. “Yes, you could say that.”

He straightened, and Laireno had to raise his head higher.

“You don’t have to worry about me.” Eönwë said a little softer.

He jerked his sword out of the ground, stepped aside and leaned his back on a tree, wincing a little as the bark scratched the tender skin between his wings. That don’t make Laireno stop worrying, not even a little, the exact opposite had happened.

He ran up to his mentor with an almost teary look.

“I’m sorry, please, I didn’t want to disturb you, I didn’t mean- I just- Y-you might be in pain, and i’m stressing you with this training, I don’t want you to feel bad-“ Laireno stuttered. “I just- I wanted to help, but you probably don’t need help, you’re a Maia, you can heal yourself, and-“

“Hush, owlet.” Laireno stopped talking and stared up at Eönwë with his big star-like eyes. “It’s alright. You haven’t hurt me nor stressed me out in any way. On the contrary, I appreciate you care so much.”

Laireno sighed.

“But… You can cure it, right?” He asked hopefully.

“It’s-“ Eönwë turned away. “It’s not a wound I can heal.”

Realising he had said more than he should, he added immediately.

“Though it will heal soon, don’t worry.”

“Please,” Laireno pleaded and got down on one knee, taking Eönwë‘s hand in his. “Please, let me help you.”

“Laireno, I beg you, get up.” the herald whispered in a faltering voice, looking a little shocked.

The elf shook his head desperately. Unfortnately for his mentor, he was stubborn and determined.

“I know how to do it, I learnt so I could do it at war…” Laireno stopped and squeezes Eönwë‘s hand. “I want to heal you.”

The Maia knelt with a heavy sigh, to look his apprentice in the eyes.

“Laireno, sweet Laireno” Eönwë‘s voice was gentle and sad. “You really don’t have to do this.”

“But I want to.”

Eönwë sighed and relented. He was unable to refuse, unable to look in those shining eyes he couldn’t bear to see unhappy.

“Fine.”

He released his hand from the grip of Laireno’s warm palms carefully and rolled his sleeve up reluctantly. The elda sat at his mentor’s side immediately and touched the bandage with trembling fingers. He was visibly nervous.

Eönwë was sitting with his head lowered as the young elf untied his bandage. Layer by layer, there were not many. Noe Laireno could see four red stripes, very contrasting on the Maria’s unearthly pale skin. Today’s sword practise had disturbed the scratches that had barely closed up.

Laireno’s gaze shifted involuntarily to his mentor’s hands. His nails were cut unusually short. Laireno didn’t ask anything, aware of Eönwë‘s unwillingness to talk, but he couldn’t keep himself from stroking the skin an inch above the top cut. Eönwë frowned, his head hanging even lower.

The elda cupped the herald’s arm with his palms, feeling how tense the muscles under his hands are.

“Relax, please.” Laireno said with a look of a serious healer.

Eönwë took a glance at his apprentice. It was very obvious the elf was taking this extremely seriously. His lips were pressed in a thin line, his blond eyebrows drawn together, his eyes focused on the wound in front of him. It was…endearing.

Eönwë turned away again, relaxing as much as he could.

Laireno took a deep breath, closed his eyes and started humming something slow. The scratches began to heal. Eönwë felt a slight tingle in his skin, but didn’t move and even held his breath.

Soon the humming stopped, and the warmth of Laireno’s hands left Eönwë‘s shoulder. There were just thin whitish lines where the cuts had been.

“That’s it.” Laireno said quietly, folding his hands on his laps like a good student.

“Who taught you that?”

“Estë’s Maia, Sir. She said that if i want to be a knight, I should be able to heal as good as I fight, because…” he begun to tug on his shirt again. “Because, a knight must help those he care about, know how to save the, and-“

The elf fell silent again, unable to fight his embarrassment. hen he looked at Eönwë pleadingly and whispered “Please, don’t do it again.”

Eönwë smiled his wrong smile again.

“I won’t.”

He took Laireno’s hands in his.

“Thank you, owlet.”

[waitineedaname]

I've been on a homestuck music kick lately and man. this soundtrack is still so good.

[zedif-y]

TANGO CALLING ZED "THE BED WIZARD"? HELLO???? I CAN'T WITH THESE TWO

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

I remember why I thought Michonne was gay

[sparring-spirals]

Imogen holding this creature in place with her telekenesis and barking at her friends to get out, run, waiting for them to get clear before leaving it to burn.

[transingthoseformers]

Another part of mtmte the fandom never prepared me for is just how goddamn sad Brainstorm is, and how he's more morally gray than i anticipated

Like

I anticipated some

And i did see exactly why he's characterized as pretty sillygoofy

But

Goddamn

[elessarwanderer]

I’d been thinking of starting watching Doctor Who to continue my David Tennant media run after watching Takin’ Over the Asylum (and Good Omens of course) but needed the mental push to start something new.

I had a particularly horrible evening with my disability thanks to people being Absolute Freaks and Weirdos towards me, which kinda sent me spiraling about living with a very visible disability and man sometimes it really just fucking sucks and I can’t do anything about it. Etc.

So even though David doesn’t come on as the Doctor until season two, i decided to start there since I needed a comfort character, and then I’d go back to season 1 later.

Well halfway into s2ep1 David goes on his spiel about all the people who were born sick and who deserve better than to be used as “flesh” for finding cures for humans. I mean, they eventually get healed, but as someone who has spent their entire life wrapped into the medical model of disability, the poster child for finding a cure for my condition, my fucking god did that scene make me cry.

Because David, the way he is, even as an actor, apparently serendipitously always has the right thing to say.

[seithr]

the funimation shutdown is taking blazblue alter memory with it.......no love or joy left in this world for us blazbluers

[autism-corner]

forgot autism is like. disabling.

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

as your local customer service worker, i want you to understand that i take my job very seriously because you know what? i (somehow) am the only pleasant interaction some people get. and i know that because they tell me. if an old man has to mutter that im the 'most decent' anybody's been to him all week? theres a fucking problem with the world and also WHY WOULDNT I BE DECENT. WHY WOULDNT I BE NICE? so. yeah fuck customers but also like have some human compassion. thanks.

[enjomo-arch]

portgas  d.  ace  has  appeared  !  what  to  do  ?

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