#he's sooo present

[destinyc1020]

Get You a Man Who Looks at You the Way that Austin Butler Looks at EVERYBODY lol.... 😅🤣 - Part 4

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Yet another episode of the Austin Butler Eye Contact Chronicles 🤣

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

"I like listening to you singing" ❤️🎁

[riddlerosehearts]

omg can you believe we now have THREE whole images of vilidia standing next to each other 💜💙

[fraudulent-cheese]

DAY THREE LETS GOOOOOOO ROLE SWAP AU

Assistant Alejandro and Contestant Noah! this was super fun to draw and i might devellop this AU a bit more because i have some ideas!!!

(Their personalities aren't swapped, only their roles are!)

[thesoupisburning]

right so you guys ever think about the spectre telling the narrator that hes more similar to her than to a person?

what "her" was she referring to? the fragment we call the spectre? the way he can only be perceived, not perceive himself? the ghost of him, the ghost of her? all of her?

im just. thinking. i always think about spectre. she has. a lot to say that i think is overlooked in favor of more common favorite routes like moment of clarity and the tower, but shes one of my favorites, and shes one of the only ones who SEES the narrator, save for wraith, who is. also her. or nightmare. and she says that hes not really a person. like her.

of course, that makes sense, we think shes a ghost and dead, so she is. but him. is the echo a ghost in the classical sense? is that what she meant? or are there layers?

she says he's not really like a person. what is a person to her? is she comparing the narrator to the "shards of broken glass on the floor" are her interactions with us and the voices the only "person" she knows?

i love love love when this game separates the narrator from us and our voices. i love it so much i think about it daily. props to tower for "layer of grime" that fucks so hard.

i don't have a thesis im just. thinking. how much of the narrator is left. really.

[dengswei]

@asiandramanet creator bingo — black and white — yuan xia x wei ziqi | present, is present (2024) episode two

[ventii-impact]

i neeed more old mondstadt lore. how did people feel when venti took on the form of his friend? were they reverent? sympathetic? disgusted? was this what turned the red haired warrior away from him, or was it because he didn’t trust his ascension as a god after having just removed a tyrant?

on top of that, amos is such a fascinating character yet so little is known about her. she was a mortal lover of a god! her name means burden! venti wields a bow in honor of her! my girl was so interesting!

and of course, there is such a scarcity of nameless bard content. despite being venti’s entire reason for godhood, we know fairly little about his personality or past.

(and don’t even get me started on istaroth)

[mamawasatesttube]

an excerpt of the kon & cass genderisms fic im very excited about but still nowhere near done with:

The idea of Kon looking like a girl is kind of absurd, when Cass first thinks of the word. It brings to mind Steph, first and foremost. Brenda, too, though. And others.

But some of Brenda’s friends were tall, or broad-shouldered. Some of them dressed like Kon. The thought brings with it a pang, as always; Cass wishes she’d gotten to know them better, before…

Before.

But anyway. Not the point. The point is, Cass has seen Barbara call people without skirts or breasts girls or women, sometimes, too. So maybe Kon looking like a girl isn’t as weird as he seems to think it is.

She hums, cocking her head to the side. “What is a girl?”

“Huh?”

Next to her, Kon blinks. He frowns up at the stars, then rolls over and props himself up on one arm, and reaches over to playfully poke her nose.

“Well, I dunno exactly. You were Bat-girl, weren’t you? Shouldn’t you know?”

But that isn’t because of any… kinship with the word. No… what’s the word? Affinity. No particular affinity. Or is it connection? Something like that. Regardless, Cass shakes her head. “Barbara’s name. I just kept it.”

“Oh.” Kon frowns slightly. “I dunno, either, honestly. I mean, TV will tell you a girl is someone who likes girly stuff, but that’s stupid, ‘cuz plenty of girls don’t like girly stuff, and I mean, I do like so-called girly stuff, I guess, like knitting or baking, and I’m not a girl. So…” He shrugs, rolling back over onto his back. A moment later, though, he picks his head up and peers at her. “Are you—is this—I mean, are you trying to tell me you’re not a girl?”

The way he holds himself makes it seem like that’s some kind of a big deal. Cass just shrugs. “Dunno.”

“Oh,” Kon says, again, more softly this time. “Hey, I mean—nothing wrong with that either. It’s cool.”

Cass shrugs again. “It’s just a word. To me, anyway.” It’s her turn to frown in thought. “What makes a boy a boy?” She lightly nudges his side. He’s warm against the slight night chill, and she scoots in a little closer with a hum. “You were Super-boy. Tell me.”

Kon blows out a breath. “Hoo, man. Now ain’t that just a fine pickle and a half?”

Cass wrinkles her nose. “What do pickles have to do with it?” She likes pickles. Ma Kent has a jar of crisp ones in the pantry, homemade from cucumbers grown in the garden out back. Cass likes the way they crunch between her teeth and splatter vinegar-juice on her tongue.

“Nothing. It’s… actually, I have no idea why that’s something people say.” Kon lets out a wry snort. “I came pre-programmed with slang and idioms, y’know.”

“I know,” Cass says, and pats his arm. “Pregnable.”

Kon lets out a bark of bright laughter. It reminds her of the stars. He seems so very at home here, under the night sky. The starlight matches the gentle glow of his eyes. When he isn’t wearing his glasses, it’s easy to see the inhuman blue.

“Aw, man,” Kon says, still grinning. “You remember that? I forgot I said that way back then.”

“It was…” Cass tilts her head. “New to me. Memorable, for that reason.” She grins mischievously. “A pregnable boy.”

Kon laughs again. Cass snuggles up to his side and throws her arm across his ribs. She likes to feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

[queershakespeare]

stained glass snoopy roundel finished!!

[milquetoast27]

Did you know that the flaps of a deerstalker can be tied around the chin to keep the ears warm?? WE WERE ROBBED OF THIS !! so here is a toasty Holmes for an early winter :3

[binniesoob]

taehyun performing 'finesse' during txt's present x together fanlive (020324)

[mybodyfails]

jeff satur - always you for @arewedoneyet

[nullians]

It’s actually insane how fandom in general has become so scared of making weird and dark and ugly works. Like I look at myself and see how I have also subconsciously adapted this instinct to self censor and make things “marketable” and it’s making me want to crawl out of my skin. I need to get weirder and worse and more off-putting hello

[raiiny-bay]

dressing up the boys again pt. 2

[parasiteking]

happy pride month to folks who wish they could go back in the closet

[newty]

⚜️ The Light I Hear.

Chapter II. 14,304 words. Major spoilers for FFXVI.

Oriflamme looms like a mausoleum. After reuniting with Terence and Kihel, Dion travels with them across the Royal Meadows and finds peace elusive with every step.

Read on Ao3.