#i hope someone sees this😭

[cyberlifeangel]

okay so I don't know if anyone's watching the world cup but the us and england are playing against each other right now and i was just thinking about how jason and zain would probably be watching this xD i imagine jason's dressed all patriotic and stuff while zain's rooting for england and then there's salim in the back just laughing his ass off about them arguing who will win and whether it's called football or soccer😭😭

can anyone PLEASE draw this now i need to see this😭😭

[fuumiku]

Chilcille huh... ngl I was a little suspicious. like why would you do that, huh... hope youre not mischaracterizing anyone in your weird and wacky ship. a little weird. but then you said they both had flat asses and you know what? I salute you and your perfect characterization

The fact you seem to think you managed to not make this ask insulting is baffling. What the hell. Fuck off.

If you actually care to be open minded about the ship, I talk about marchil on my sideblog 24/7. Funnily enough I’m currently 4k words deep into an analysis of their character arc together in canon, but that’ll take some more days to get done. Some notable posts:

Of course without counting the analyses of Chilchuck on his own I’ve made, like my masterpost on his family situation. Or better yet you could also read my fics for them, see how weird and wacky they are here.

Wanna talk about mischaracterisation? They’re literally a comedic duo who interacts 24/7. Marchil is crazy bc ppl are like "did those shipper read with their eyes CLOSED?? They have no chemistry!" Meanwhile canon is like: "She’s obsessed with knowing everything she can about him and she reads him like a book." In her eyes he’s like that extra rare and hard and shiny unlockable dating sim character, that brooding mysterious character trope that’s thrilling to crack open and typically is at the center of the plot. The wife roleplay???? "Hey, did you know his type is blondes. Hey did you know he likes his women pretty and blonde. Hey did you know he likes her hair. Hey did you know that he teases her 24/7 and it’s one of the few things that consistently gets him grinning because he finds her reactions cute." Like a schoolyard bully pulling on the pigtails of the girl he likes.

It’s not like they have any thematic narratives or relevance. It’s not like she’ll live to 1000 and has existential dread about it while he’s logically gonna be her next friend to die at 50 and wether it’s romantic or platonic it’ll terrify her to lose him. It’s not like it’s fear of death x fear of rejection so they’re both obsessed with the thought of loss looming, past and ongoing. It’s not like it’s half-elf x half-foot and there’s an inherent journey that was and still is to dispel prejudices and truly come to see each other. It’s not like he’s painfully real and raw and flawed but still a good man, that he’s not the figure of prince charming that she’s always dreamed of while still being virtuous and worth fighting for. Or you know, her hair being golden and it being the epitome of beauty to him, and his hair turning silver and it being Marcille’s worst nightmare.

Just a weird wacky ship who means nothing but shallow things to people who have weirdo reasons for liking it. Like can you not. If you’re not imaginative enough to think of reasons why this ship may have an appealing dynamic that’s not my issue. But yes, yes, they’re both flat asses to me, thanks.

[mangogator]

get katamari’d

[lvgrdn]

soundwave • luffy

note: hello! this is my first little blurb inspired from this singular photo, causing a ripple effect in my mind that i was unable to shake off since. i'm fairly flowery with my writing but i hope this lands softly somewhere out there... as an aside, luffy x reader weren't personally imagined to be romantically involved in this piece — but it would add a layer of subtlety should you wish it to be!

warnings: angst (with a hopeful ending). visual commentary on severe grief and depression. heavy marineford imagery. one line describing graphic bodily harm.

they were low, timbering echoes in his ears; sounds that etched themselves into the walls of his mind and the ridges of his soul. it all reverberated like a horrid tune that he cannot shut off no matter what he does when silence decided to accompany him.

"where did he go this time?"

the canons that boomed destruction from the horizons. the laboured breathing in his ears.

"for someone that ensures his presence is known everywhere he goes, he sure disappears quietly when he wants to."

the silver clashing of swords slicing through the air. the crackling of skin charring and bones splintering.

"have you checked the harbour?"

the smoking shots of gunfire ricocheting off wood planks. the knowing laugh he heard all his life resonating too softly against his shoulder.

"he couldn't have gone far."

the shouts of hatred curdling in the base of throats. and the cry of pure agony that ripped through his.

"is that him over there?"

he felt himself submerge back in an endless abyss that seems to have no surface to breach. he knew he was slipping deeper into these depths the more he allowed his head to go under — but maybe this was a particular battle he was willing to succumb to.

maybe drowning within the haunting memories of that day will finally intertwine peace alongside the eternal grief of losing his brother.

"luffy?"

he blinked, once then twice, disoriented after registering that sunlight was sparkling haphazardly in front of him across the waters below. luffy raised a hand to shield his eyes, while the other reached up and curled around your wrist that was resting against his chest.

your arms were encircled around him from behind, your familiar presence anchoring him down to earth. with your body pressed close as you leaned into him, moments passed between you two that allowed his senses to come back to the present one by one.

luffy took in a breath he even didn't know he was withholding, knowing that you felt the way it shuddered through his body as much as he experienced it. he was grateful for the soft squeeze you give in response, tightening the grip you had around him ever so slightly. as his shoulders eased, he felt the curve of your chin resting atop of his head against his hat.

"we were wondering where you wandered off to." i'm glad i found you.

your voice was gentle as the breeze carried it to him. you felt his chuckle more than you heard it, knowing the smile on his face wasn't reaching his eyes — but that was okay. for today and for always, that was okay. as long as he was safe, that was all that mattered. as long as he was here, you would be right there with him.

"i'm not going anywhere." i'm glad you found me, too.

[skunkes]

longlegs fucking sucked 😭

[triglycercule]

"killer. what is this supposed to be?"

"oh, i commissioned one of my fans to draw art of us! isn't it totally cute??"

"well, it's definitely... something."

"... no, it's cute. but how'd you pay for it? last i heard, your balance was..."

"..."

💜/💙/❤️

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Some of my favourite out of context sfth ao3 tags because these are so funny (also all of these are from different fics)

Disclaimer that these aren’t mine :)

[astraystayyh]

this feels like ive been shot in the arm the fact that hyunjin wanted to cover the moonlight which usually has soft, comforting connotations, like even the gentle light was too much for him at the time and he wanted someone warm to be there with him please hold me

[jamieenthusiast]

I got blocked 🧍 a little addition to the last post/reblog, I do genuinely understand where contrarians come from calling indie web projects "formulaic" or w/e but that does NOT mean I agree with em I think theres a valid way to have that argument and opinion! Just, yknow without the subtle homophobic + sexist undertones 😰

Im gonna use TADC as an example here- A lot of people like to dismiss it as like, cliche food bait for popular tropes but like, do any amount of research into Goose and shes always been like this /pos Sometimes- people just like making their things funky and weird!/pos Have you considered that people just like those tropes-? Another example is Welcome Home- which got SUPER knocked off by some people as just cliche tropes bright colors with edgy horror themes, again,

These creators arent making these things because theyre popular bait or sm shit, they just like this stuff!! Theres so many creators that are finally getting the opportunity, freedom, tools and skills to make what they have in mind! I genuinely believe its just a new generation of creators with like minds growing up and were seeing them rise at the same time :) Im saying this as someone who also doesnt really like mascot horror game tropes </3 im not personally a big fan of superhero tv shows where every episode is mostly the same thing with a different scenario/villain GUESS WHAT ! IM LITERALLY MAKING A PILOT FOR A VILLAIN/HERO SHOW ! There are aspects of that trope i really like! Things i intend to tinker with but its still so easy to just "gah, another darn superhero show about morality" and i think thats okay :) Theres generally speaking better ways to go abt this stuff but I dont know, im generally a supportive optimist instead of a critic

indie animation community i love youuuu thats all :)

[glouris]

need the current hotd ao3 economics explained to me like I'm five, what happened there with aemond and luke?

and like don't get me wrong, I understand that those targs are built different and there's no avoiding alabama dynamics, that's okay ig. but the least y'all could've done is chosen the velaryon brother that isn't 13, come on now 😭😭 the bar was already low, how did y'all manage to still be limbo dancing with the devil

[flying-cat]

It was crazy watching bkdk go from the most hated ship to the most popular ship in the fandom

[jgracie]

Jason x a daughter of apollo is the only thing on my mind omg

I LOVEEEEE THIS COMBO SM ANON STOPP 😭😭😭 golden boy x golden girl my beloveds 😣 both children of weather related gods 😣 jason can’t help but gravitate towards her and as a joke one time she goes “ur so obsessed w me” and he looks her dead in the eyes n spouts some stuff ab how the world revolves around the sun so how can’t he ?!????? they write poems to each other and he could listen to her talk for an eternity ab lit everything fr

[good-beanswrites]

An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)

“Stop moving around so much.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”

Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.

He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.

Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming. 

“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”

Eh, maybe he had gone mad. 

He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him. 

Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge. 

“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”

Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch. 

He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”

“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”

“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him. 

Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”

There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”

Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”

He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently

As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.

Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”

Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change. 

“It looks like it hurts.”

“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”

“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”

His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”

“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”

Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.

“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.

Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”

Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.

He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.

“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.

“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”

Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”

“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”

“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.”

Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”

[skunkes]

really truly genuinely in top 5 of favorite character designs of all time

[copia]

i'm going on exam season lockdown as of today, which means no more gifs/edits/anything else because i spend way too much time on them for an engineering student in the trenches lmao. posting this not because i think anybody will notice or care, but so i can hold myself accountable and get embarrassed if i break the pledge. see you on june 3rd for a ghovie creativity extravaganza

edit: besides the ghovie trailer 😭 i cant restrain myself from that one

[ihamtmus]

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