#good meme /lh

[fuckmatpat]

when I joined my art class group call and heard that MatPat was retiring I genuinely cheered.

this is so real. i share a similar sentiment (yelled "LETS FUCKING GOOOO!!")

[nicepersondisorder]

uhhh have i posted this one

[heavenslittlehellion]

surely this has been done already but i couldn't resist

[ghostlylicious]

that art trend with my blorbos (click/press for better quality cuz damn)

og:

[sonippep-hohu]

I saw this meme and I had to do it rq....

[Reblogs > Likes]

[chokit-pyrus]

[loosesodamarble]

Black Clover fact:

Sukehiro Yami = a himbo

Morgen Faust = a him beau

…

And yes, that is all.

[antiquarianandunusual]

So, I went to see the Barbie movie today and HOLY SHIT (/pos) but that's beside the point. There was an ad for villains in Amazon Prime shows and the Four Horsepeople of the Apocalypse showed up and I made the mistake of wearing hard-soled shoes so when I tippy-tapped my feet in uncontrollable excitement it could definitely be heard by the people in the next few rows around us.

[spiderwebd]

i wanted to thank you for all ur nice words on my posts aaaa! i rly wish i could directly reply to ur tags but i don't wanna be annoying lol <:] ur seriously wonderful

Its 1 am right now thank you thank uou thank you slash gen

[knighteclipsed]

6. A turning point in their life

memories. (no longer accepting)

Two years to the day.

He doesn’t know why he’s keeping track. (Really, he shouldn’t.) Each day that passed was a reminder—of what he had and what he lost, his zenith and his descent. It could only be a bitter thought, but he counts all the same.

Where was he now anyway? (He hadn’t wondered that for a while.) That didn’t really matter either—so long as it wasn’t Grado, he would bear no consequence. (So long as it wasn’t Grado, he was far away from home.) He never dwelt anywhere for more than a week anyway; it was very possible that he was as far as Frelia now, or even Carcino; or perhaps he’d already wandered south again, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d end up with another charge.

What difference would that make? He already had a running list of all that he’d done wrong—faces that would vaguely recognize him as the ex-general of the Grado Empire–

“Excuse me, sir.”

He doesn’t react at first, merely taking the words to be part of the din of the marketplace. It was hardly unheard of for salespeople and merchants to call for the attention of passersby; even before joining the army, he knew to ignore them for peace of mind.

“Sir?”

It was with the voice directly at his side—not some vague call for any but directly for him—that Valter at last turned his gaze; and there is something distantly familiar about the face he sees, the way it’s shaped and the features it bears. They have never met before, he knows, but there is a light familiarity to it all the same.

“ Yes? ”

Recognizing he has his attention, the man clears his throat and then continues:

“Might you be Valter Avci? Of the Empire of Grado?”

The Mo– Valter’s eyes narrow. (He does not share his last name so easily.) The other man stands a bit straighter in response, clearly unnerved by the hunter’s gaze.

“I was asked by His Majesty to deliver this to you,” and he produces an envelope, neatly closed, the wax seal of the emperor holding it shut. Valter takes it, looks at it closely, and then accepts it—

This is real.

“ Did he send a message alongside it? ”

“No, sir. Just the letter.”

The marketplace is too loud—too open—for such a thing. Already, it was remarkable that he might be addressed here—but given the casual nature of their encounter, the way both of them seem completely belonging to the space, Valter could not fault the method. (He would be untraceable otherwise.)

The letter is done away with, stored safely for a quieter place in which it could be read.

“ If that is all, I have no questions. You are free to return. ” The messenger nods, understanding, before disappearing into the crowd. Valter’s inner thoughts resume:

A message from the crown, hm? (A dark part of him wonders if it is to lighten exile into execution.)

But that is put off until nightfall, when Valter opens the letter at last. It is in silence and seclusion, with no chance of being overheard—and with the contents therein, that could only be for the best. (It must be dire, he thinks, if his services were so desired.)

It was a game, of course, as to whether the letter’s contents could be trusted—if so, then this could only be the start of his true zenith; if not, then to abide would be marching to his grave.

But what was another slight? (It was better than waiting for nothing to happen, to live each day without purpose, merely awaiting an end.) His identity is unknown here, and he would not let it be discovered.

The letter is burned—but only after its contents are charred into his memory. To make certain every stroke of ink was permanently ingrained into his memory, such that he could recite it at will if necessary, could discern it from a fake or copy. No thief or spy would know he was pardoned, but he—and the emperor, as it stood at present—would.

This was a turning point—he was certain. (It could only be.) A part of him grows brighter, a searing flame, a reflection of the sun.

And the world would burn.

[thermodynamic-comedian]

obikabu has a real great hyperromantic x aroflux dynamic, because it's literally the song "becoming the lastnames" by will wood, dating the song "against the kitchen floor", also by will wood-

[madbuns]

Life is hectic man

[lolothesilly]

tbh sometimes i feel like im the only queer on the internet who doesnt like the "homophobic dog" memes. like idk. it just doesnt spark joy for me i dont get the appeal.

[linden-after-hours]

Was a pretty shitty year all together but at least I learned about all the major events on Tumblr. Wouldn't want it any other way.

[kadens-a-bee]

Figured I should draw a quick thing for them :D

So proud of him <3

[alexthenbee]

Hehe I made some memes Bex :D

@localteenagedumpsterfire