#i cannot tell you how much i love this

[coldshrugs]

@sunshinemage blessed me with this gorgeous portrait of io 🥺 thank you rory, ily!

[whiteshipnightjar]

Zoozve, my beloved

[harrisonlogist]

It's just me, George and George's iconic purple jacket against the world

[akai-anna]

it's been a while on my rewatch, but i'm watching the fake wedding case and... can we just talk about how shinichi's reaction is so different in the anime compared to the manga?

bland. boring. WHERE IS THE FEELING IN THIS. just. No.

THIS THO

SMITTEN. BESOTTED. A TRUE SIMP. JUST LOOK AT HIM. HE'S A BABY YOUR HONOUR. BABY IN LOVE!!!!

bonus: shinichi peeking at ran with a blush on his face at this bit (and ran blushing too, pretty please)

We Were Robbed.

[cupophrogs]

I know it's random as hell, but I gotta ask, does drew listen to lady gaga on his phone? I was listening and he have the chaotic vibe of her songs

Yes actually! However

The Doobie Brothers are far better to boogie to!

[introspectivememories]

god i know i said i was tired of making eveerything sad but just imagine timber those first few months of reconnecting and they're both drunk on tim's boat, laying on the deck staring up at the stars and bear turns over to look at tim, his eyes are sad and wet, and he reaches out to touch tim's face as if to make sure tim is really there and not an illusion and tim whispers, "bear?" and bernard smiles a little brokenly and goes, "so how long do i have you for this time?"

[not-poignant]

Hey! It is so interesting to me when people hate on things created by the people they hate (not bashing here just wondering, for each their own). It is just for me it always was the same thing as - my country is run by terrible people, but there woudn't be the place where I can feel more at home than this room I am in. Same always was with HP. I will hate Rowling for every shitty thing she said/did, but hp fanfics/books will always be my safe haven. It's not hers anymore, it's mine.

Anonymously coming into a trans person's private messages to tell them that hating on the creations of the most famous transphobic creator in the world is 'interesting' to you as though this is merely a thought experiment and not something with tangible stakes is a choice, anon.

Here's the thing. JKR isn't dead, she's not a philosophical concept (like a nation), she's not a government. She's a living person still using the profits of her creations to hate on and harm trans people and actively influence trans dehumanising laws.

Anyone who gives her money via buying her books or merch actively and explicitly contributes to these actions and this hate. I don't think your analogy is comparable, so I'll give you another: It would be like if you were a domestic violence victim, and I was a huge fan of Chris Brown (a very famous domestic violence abuser) and went into your personal space to anonymously tell you how 'interesting' it is that I can separate the art from the artist. That his music is 'mine now' while fully knowing that a domestic abuser is benefitting from my listening to his music and spreading this rhetoric about him. I'll tack on a 'but he's bad' to cover my bases, but that's it.

Just...why.

Our lives are not thought experiments. It's not 'interesting' that many trans people can't and won't separate the art from the artist while the artist actively uses the money from the art to harm us and increase hate crimes against us. It's devastating that more people don't understand why this is such an issue.

HP is not yours, anon. Not in the same way it's JKR's. You don't own the IP. You can't use the profits from it to help marginalised people. You can enjoy it in your mind, and privately, and among folks who feel the same way as you, but speaking about it favourably in public with zero caveats allies you with the most public and infamous transphobic mascot and influential figure in the world whether you like it or not. Even with caveats, it still harms more trans people than it helps.

Being reminded of the person actively working to increase the number of draconian laws around our rights, who has the endorsement of Putin and has empowered trans haters in the US, is not an 'interesting' little experiment for me, it's actively painful and hurtful. I'd rather you just bashed outright so I could delete the anon message rather than explain why our lives are interesting philosophical think pieces.

If this is what you're choosing to do with the part of HP that belongs to you and is now yours, by anonymously coming here to tell a trans person these things as though you expect any answer than the one I'm giving you now? Well, that sucks too.

Enjoy the IP and make it yours if you must. Stop telling trans people about it anonymously. And if you can't stop telling people how much you like HP, for god's sake, warn them first so they can decide if you're safe enough to keep interacting with.

[goldom]

Stelle completely blissed out

[1650-1793-1941]

Aziraphale had always been able to feel when a place was loved. As an angel, love was very much in his remit. Often it was just a sense of warmth in a local coffee shop, or the infusion of countless weddings into the stone walls of a church keeping damp at bay. Tadfield had been a special case, Adam’s love for the place multiplying the feeling to almost unfathomable levels, but every close-knit village across the country hummed with a similar, albeit it far subtler, joy.

It was therefore not particularly strange to settle into the Bentley, reading himself for the drive to Edinburgh, and feel a wave of love from the vehicle. Crowley had loved the car for ninety years. That kind of attachment couldn’t possibly not leave a mark. Usually when Aziraphale was in the Bentley, he was sitting beside Crowley, whose terrible emotion processing skills worked hard to suppress the feelings, but now Aziraphale was alone he could tell the car was so clearly cherished. He couldn’t help but smile, running his hands over the leather of the steering wheel to reassure the car that he’d take good care of it, because it clearly mattered to Crowley so deeply.

It was thirty miles out of London that Aziraphale started to become aware that there was something slightly different about the love infused into the Bentley. Usually it went one way, a place was loved but it couldn’t really love back. The car, however, seemed almost fond of him. It played classical musical when Aziraphale asked it nicely, the horn honked merrily rather than with the aggression Crowley usually forced from it on the rare occasions he thought it worth using at all. The travel sweets and the new yellow detailing, the comfortable and warm leather seats, the safe driving speed – Aziraphale could feel the Bentley desperate to please him.

It was only after Crowley checked in through the radio that Aziraphale realised what was going on. It seemed mad to even think it, but it was the only logical answer. Crowley’s love, not just for the Bentley but for Aziraphale specifically, was laced into the fabric of the car, so strongly it was echoing back. He would never have believed it, but the same feeling he got from the car was threaded under Crowley’s words. He might have complained about the yellow paint and the travel sweets, but really he was checking in to make sure Aziraphale was alright. After millennia of existing together, Aziraphale had learnt to read between the lines. So when Crowley asked him to drive faster, he knew that didn’t mean put yourself in danger to get my car back to me quicker, it meant get yourself back to me as fast as possible, because I feel better when I know you’re safe. Aziraphale knew better than to point it out, but he also wasn’t going to protest – he loved a good caper, but he knew he’d also feel better when he was back at the bookshop. Back with Crowley.

[skullfragments]

i see your "thousand eyes and wings" biblically accurate aziraphale and raise you "biblically accurate according to weird ass medieval illuminations" aziraphale (& bonus crowley)

inspired by this illuminated manuscript page depicting the story of adam and eve:

(i'm pretty sure tumblr fucked the quality on these do please click for full size😭)

[skyshipper]

You know, there are shitty people on tumblr, rude anons, etc…..but the GOOD people here FAR outweigh the bad, and they don’t get enough credit. I swear 99% of people leave the nicest compliments on gifs, stories or via messages. Thank you to those lovely human beings. Your kindness is everything!! ❤️

[ivyithink]

We really mucked this up, didn’t we?

Yes, we did.

soooo, few days late, BUT! happy pride month to the winner of the «husband of the year» award — archie cartwright — and to his absolute drama queen of a partner too, I guess!

and to the rest of you: this pride month go do yourself a favor and listen to the absolute joy of a podcast that is “fawx & stallion”!! here are all the reasons why you really REALLY should, explained wonderfully, nothing to add

[wayfayrr]

Tears request! Tears request! ...maybe?? potentially?

Maybe training with reader or someone?? Finding a nice spot to watch the sunset?

Not sure! Anyway if these don't pique your interest feel free to deletus <33

Definitely!! I decided to go with the sunset route for this one because I kinda felt it calling to me, although I think training would be interesting to write too <3

@h4wari hope you don't get tired of me tagging you <3333

“Come on, I promise you it’s safe. I use these platforms all the time.”

“Guess I’m just nervous about falling, even if you use them often.”

“You think I’ll complain about you falling for me, there’s not a single chance I would let it happen like that though.”

He’s proud of that one, it’s written all over his face, that sly little grin like that cat that got the cream. It’s good I know how to deal with him when he’s like this. Taking his hand into mine; the blush is already present within seconds. 

“I know you won’t link, I trust you.”

Sealing the whole thing with a little peck to his cheek and he’s a blushing stumbling mess, tripping over himself like every single thought in his head all just vanished. 

“W-well I, yeah I’m very glad that you do, because I love you and it’s healthy to trust the people you love, yeah.”

“Mhm, I love you too sherbert, but didn’t you say what you wanted to show me had to be soon?”

“OH! Right, yes. I did say that didn’t I, yeah let me just…”

The way he builds is almost mesmerising, the platform he’s planning on using quickly having a couple of rockets stuck to it to send us up. It’s small and a little less complex than what he usually builds but the way he looks at me when he’s finished is as much reassurance as I need to know that it’ll be safe. Within a few seconds he’s sitting with his legs hanging over the edge beckoning me to come sit with him, holding out his hand to me when I get closer.

“So what is it you’re planning to show off with this time Li?”

“I’ll show you, we’ve still got time for it.”

With a soft smile on my face, taking his hand and letting myself be tugged to sit down next to him, we're ready to go see whatever he’s planning to show me. The rockets activating was more of a jolt than I expected, but before long we’re both sitting up here comfortably above the trees. 

And he just looks more beautiful with the sunset reflecting off of his eyes.

[satari-raine]

I'm still not used to fully talking on here but I just have to talk for a minute about Sleep Token and Wembley.

They did fantastic. After touring so much this year, doing back-to-back shows, dealing with a band member having to take a leave of absence for most of their final tour, incorporating new changes to their routine and style, and with Vessel having hurt his voice during such a huge show, they did fantastic.

I watched along with Discord. Mostly lurked. And everything I saw from the effects on stage, the fun antics, the performances, the playing - guitars, bass, drums, the dancers, the choir - they did fantastic. And Vessel. I said it in chat that he doesn't need to hurt himself or his voice to earn the love of those who listen to his music, but he kept going. He sang, and pushed through when he had every right in the world to put a stop to the show and focus on his health. He kept on going while also giving to the crowd the chance to carry him through, and seeing everyone - from those on stage with him to the crowd to people in chat and what I saw on here - still loving him, loving them?

They did fucking fantastic, and I dare anyone tell me otherwise. As a community, we should be celebrating them despite any differences of opinion - being kinder and supportive of one another is literally everything they've shown with III's situation and in general. It's what so many of us showed back to them with the hand salutes for III and the marked ? on our hands during specific songs. Their new outfits have fan-made decals to them, for fuck's sake. They are absolutely, without a doubt, genuine about making everyone feel loved.

Look, I'm just a stranger on the internet at the end of the day but this band has come to mean so much to me since I found them, to the point where they've honestly kept me going some days - them and the wonderful people I've met through them - and I just need them to know that they did fantastic, their music still brings people together despite hiccups along the way, and regardless of any of those hiccups, they are so loved. Loved beyond belief.

The night didn't just belong to all of us at Wembley, but to them, too.

[kastillia]

[sketchinfun]

Woohoo!! Thelma the Unicorn is finally out on Netflix! I worked on this as a storyboard artist, and I am so honored to have been a part of such an amazing, funny, and awesome crew on this funny and heartfelt film!! It was truly a unicorn worthy “magical” experience working on Thelma and it was one of the most fun projects I’ve ever worked on. Even though it’s a little cheesy to say, I truly embraced being myself, like Thelma, on the production. I hope you enjoy seeing the team’s hard work, and sparkle on! 🦄🦄🦄