#gonna be so good

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Eddie diaz dealing with his mommy issues arc in season 8 is feeling realer to me than ever right now

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Friend!

That is you. In my mind. Feel their soul connect to yours and envision a life filled with peace and whimsy. Dig inside the walls of reality and break them apart to watch roses bloom in the sky. Hurt some pretty men today also

~@whumpitisthen (i cannot wait until we can finally send asks from sideblogs my life will be changed forever)

I LOVE U

[xanadontit]

This getting sautéed while I sip Sauvignon blanc and pretend I’m in a Nancy Myers movie and not wearing a Star Wars shirt from the children’s department and my slippers.

[heartsechoed]

“ it’s been a long day. why don’t you stay here tonight? i can take the sofa. " robin to viv

@apaise

even with their relationship steadily progressing over the past few weeks ( robin isn’t out to arrest her at every turn, and actually laughs at her jokes now ), vivian wouldn’t dare call them friends. she’s not delusional enough to let herself believe robin actually sees her as anything more than a criminal.

if she hadn’t heard the news of tony stark’s passing, vivian would’ve been able to figure it out from the very first time she broke into stark mansion. there were reminders of him everywhere – as well as signs of robin’s grief. closed doors and blinds, old pictures and clothes scattered at every corner. there was so much in this place that vivian could never grasp in her hold.

robin never speaks of him, and vivian knows better than to ask. it’s much easier to bicker, to continue this game of cat and mouse in the parts they play so well. that’s why it shocks vivian, when robin so readily offers her a place to sleep. they had never spent the night together, despite being in each other’s company until late hours. it feels intimate in a way the thief is not used to, nothing like her casual dalliances with strangers she’ll never see again. robin is trusting her to stay in her home, a place that is clearly closed to many.

“ – how do you know i won’t just steal some of your paintings or fancy gadgets? ” she hangs onto humor like a crutch, the smile on her lips not nearly as effortless as usual. she wonders if robin can see the hesitation in her demeanor – that, for all that vivian teases and flirts, she’s wary of stepping into robin’s personal space this way.

“ if you’re sure, ” she adds with raised hands, fingers wiggling for theatrics. “ i promise to keep my hands to myself – unless you’d like them elsewhere. ”

[ato-dato]

Road help.

[spyglassrealms]

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

[drumlincountry]

I was at a Palestinian solidarity gig last night & the one Palestinian artist who was going to perform had COVID so the organisers asked around to see if there were any Palestinians who'd like to say a few words instead.

A local guy who was born & raised in Gaza offered to speak. He started with "I'm an engineer. i'm not a poet or a politician. I don't... do public speaking… I had no idea what to say when I came up here. So i'm just going to tell you about the street I grew up on."

And then he did! He went down the street building by building. He told us about the ice cream shop on the corner, the grocery shop, the charity that supports people with intellectual disabilities. He told us about the people who he knew growing up, the families who still live in the different houses. He told us about the university buildings and about his friends who quit being accountants to start a band together. All on that street.

All of which is gone now, by the way. Bombed to dust.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Man this scene in FNAF 2 movie is gonna be wild-

[daikaiju-arts]

May we see some Gangle x Pomni plspls I just like them in your style 🙏🙏

I don’t necessarily ship them romantically per se, BUT I do like to think of them as being close friends 💚 I friendship them lol

Also a Bonus:

[thelostmoongazer]

more figuring out how i wanna draw the Lamb :3

[hansoeii]

GOOD OMENS SEASON 3 IS HAPPENING SO I SHALL REPOST ALL OF MY GOOD OMENS ART IN CELEBRATION!! 🥳❤️

WAHOO!!!

[amalgamezz]

ALT

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

[mintaikk]

Aziraphale expressions that I find very funny

[jadeinretrogrde]