#i want to c r y

[quitethepirategal]

Its not fair I finally get my three day weekend and not only do I get a super heavy period I ALSO get a cold and an ear infection and I'm trying to be so brave about it but my head really hurts and I cant focus at all qnq.

[allofuswantgwinam]

i cannot GO BACK TO SLEEP

[hargreevesseance]

Lokius moments that altered my brain chemistry [1/?]

[twistedappletree]

I know we love to headcanon that Lan Sizhui growing up as Wen Yuan would be a roguish badass (and he technically would when it comes to cultivation because he’d be learning from Wen Qing and Wen Ning) but aside of being an amazing cultivator, I really think he would just be the nerdiest nerd to ever nerd. Plant dork. Has entire notebooks filled with studies and properties of leaves and their decomposition. Cancels plans with friends to observe a spider weave a web and catch its prey. Can’t go on a simple walk without bringing home a sack full of cool rocks.

[author-main]

I have to say it I have to answer this I see too many people ask where the triforce is in TotK. Zelda has it she has it it's on her right hand it's in the final cutscene it's there.

It's also in the official art of Zelda

STRIKING because upon closer inspection only 2 out of 3 triangles are lit up.

Which could mean 1 of 3 things:

It's just like this for the official art

Zelda has courage and power, but not wisdom??

Zelda has wisdom and this is just what the triforce mark looks like. But it also means that courage and power are... somewhere else.

[bootsieboots]

stoyn ;;; I lov stoyynn

Happy spooky month, I'm back 2 drawing this lil goober made by @zeddyzi

[deus-ex-mona]

sorry, chizuutan, may you have better luck with your next oshi </3

[mikimeiko]

The Expanse | 5x04. Gaugamela

[mr-stottlemonk]

"can you prove it?" -> i'm here, tell me what you need me to do

"only if you help me" -> you believe in me, you always do.

[adversary-to-inamorato]

"I'm sorry I deceived you,"

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you.

"And it's terribly sad,"

"But our suffering is the only bond we share."

I can't pick one picture I like out of these three so here you go.

The outfit for SMG4 is based on the original MV of the song, whilst SMG3 is inspired by Project Sekai's version of the outfit.

I feel like this song perfectly encapsulates their emotions and the "hell" they're going through. Over and over again, unsure when it'll stop or will it just continue forever.

And in this fic, I swapped their initial lines. While "I'm sorry I deceived you" is perfect for Three, it's delivered by Four for his betrayal of taking advantage of the loop. And for "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you" for Three is because he couldn't express his care towards Four properly in the later chapters.

I'll say that much. I hope you enjoy it!

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

THE FLOATIE BABIES 🥺🤲💕💕💕

[ruakichan]

actually some thoughts not so good

[biitchcakes]

THE SPIDER-WOMAN && THE SHROUD .

(** Fair warning, this is a bit of a long post due to pictures**) To start off, the way they first encounter each other is just so perfect ⸺ Max just flat out VULCAN NERVE PINCHES her while she's at her receptionist job. And the fact it works. It's Spider-Woman's weakness and that's simply just hilarious to me.

Then after meeting each other properly ( he breaks into her house while she's in the shower ), he stays the night on her couch. In the morning, she wakes up to find him cooking her some breakfast. . . 🥺🥺

❝ Ms. Drew ❞ just tickles me coming from him idc.

I Love The Way They FLIRT.

❝ If you're embarrassed to hold hands ⸺ ❞ actually teasing her rn. Can't believe he took her hand after using it to blast someone please.

AND IT !! WORKS !!! This is what she's thinking in that moment.

No comment really this is cute af ❤️

Read this as you will :))) U ask me, it's because he would Blush A Lil. Also I just. . . ❝ Mr. Shroud ❞ ❝ Ms. Spider ❞ 😌🖤

Literally INSISTS on taking her out for steak and wine !!! Could have suggested anything else but that's the first dinner he thinks of. ( truly tragic they didn't draw them out to dinner and there's a time skip instead 😔 ).

While they are waiting for their targets, he listens to her and tries to Ease Her Woes for over an hour. . .

❝ See you in the dark, babe. ❞ GIGGLING !!! Needs someone just as melodramatic as her.

One of those SHIELD agents, for the record, is Jerry LOL.

I MEAN COME ON.

A long time later, when Jessica basically fkin dies, she requests Magnus wipes the memories of those who knew her. They all remember her in some form, though vaguely, distantly. . . But Max just KNOWS. . .

:') 🥹

Look, I gotta include the bit below bc I love the way he gd throws himself off the roof without second thought because he sensed her ghost.

❝ anyway she was gone by the time the lovesick fool saved himself ⸺ ❞

I mean ⸺

After a hellish battle with Morgan Le Fay, he and the rest of the present Avengers are able to help save Jessica Drew's life. And there he is. . . Holding Her Hand. . .

Below is unfortunately the last time they are seen together for a looong time ( fkin 1984 to 2023 !! 😭 ). And it's just so damn adorable.

Her powers are gone at this time, they start to come back at a later date. Yet still such confidence in her !! Love him !!

Dr. Strange is watching this whole thing from afar, and the comment he makes about them, I ⸺

ME TF TOO STEPHEN !!!

The most recent time they've been together was pretty Bare Bones flirtation wise :(((( given the Dire Situation™️.

But we do have this. . .

It's just so soft. . .

[revasserium]

the good earth

chevalier; 1,282 words, fluff and the barest hint of angst; chevalier agrees to have a picnic, gn!reader

you ask him out for a picnic, and he agrees before he can stop himself. later, he’d wonder what possessed him to entertain such foolishness, such misanthropic meanderings of the mind but then — then you smile, and he puts aside the seventeen things he’s had on his mind and reaches out to help you carry the four bottles of champagne.

by the time you all settle in the rose gardens, clavis is grinning like the devil and chevalier teeters briefly on whether or not to kick him in the shins.

he decides on not as you go about laying out the freshly baked breads and the soft, melting cheeses. there’s jam from the orchards and cakes from the kitchens. chevalier cocks his head as he watches you spread a liberal dollop of creme fraiche on a piece of bread and offer it to him.

“it’s good! i promise.”

chevalier quirks a single eyebrow, smirks, and takes it from you. the cream is sweet and light and tangy, the bread the perfect amount of warm and chewy. he wonders if the kitchens have always been this good, and then he wonders if it’s just the effect of you.

and later, much, much later — when they’ve all had their fair shares of creme and bread and fruits and jam, when the sun is hanging sweet and low as summer berries, the sky painted in languid, lazy brushstrokes of pinks and golds and blistering silver clouds, he finds himself watching you. like he always has.

“you’re staring,” you say, your eyes slipping towards him to catch his gaze, to hold it for a second before it flickers back up towards the darkening sky. up, far, far above you are the first burgeoning sighs of twinkling stars.

“yes,” he says, unabashed in his intensity, “so i am.”

he watches as your cheeks darken, watches as your eyes slowly slide back to meet his again. and this time, he doesn’t let you go. all around you, the other princes are slowly making their exits, their excuses muttered on smirking lips, first luke, then nokto, and finally even clavis, who’d been watching you both with a sharp, rapier-like amusement bows his head and heads back in. you try your best not to blush and you’re unsure if you manage it.

“there’s still a glass of champagne left.”

chevalier’s voice is pointed as always. you turn to look down at the half-filled flute sitting by your hand.

“so there is.”

“come.”

chevalier stands up with a woosh of ghost-white robes and offers you a hand. you regard it for a split second before taking it and letting him help you to your feet.

“leave the mess, we’ll come back to for it later,” he says, as if reading your mind.

you press your lips together but before you can make to follow him, he turns around, his eyes fixed on you as he says —

“bring the champagne.”

you blink. and then, you reach down for the glass.

you follow him to the memorial grounds, the huge marble monoliths carved with the names of all the knights and soldiers who had given their lives for the greater good. chevalier pauses before each with a solemn silence. you follow behind him, unable to stem your curiosity as you watch him.

“graves are for the living,” chevalier finally says as you come to a pause beside him, looking over the vast sunken green field of the memorial grounds, “they’re for us to mourn the dead. those who have passed have no use for them.”

you nod.

“yes… i know.”

“but it’s because of that… that they’re made all the more important,” he says, turning to face you again. there’s the shadow of a smile flickering across his lips.

“go on then, pour the champagne.”

you blink at him before turning back to the memorial grounds and slowly emptying the glass of champagne into the grass at your feet, pouring it out in a steady, horizonal line. a toast to the dead, made for the living.

how fitting.

later, after the remnants of the picnic have all been cleared away, after the glasses have been washed and the fruit pits disposed of. you find yourself watching him as he reads, leaning against the wall of your room, the balcony open against the tepid summer air.

“you’ve never done that before,” you say, without preamble. because chevalier has never needed you to explain to understand.

“hm.”

you bite back a grin, “what’s made you so sentimental?”

the book in chevalier’s hands snap shut.

“don’t asks questions you already know the answers to.”

you fight back the urge to roll your eyes as he pins you with a glare.

“alright, alright — but… it really isn’t like you… even after all…” you motion vaguely at the space between you and him with a faint blush, “all… this.”

at this, chevalier smirks, cocking his head, and you feel your stomach twist into ever tighter knots inside you.

“i suppose it’s because… someone somewhere once taught me that the only difference between a graveyard and a garden is what you choose to put in the ground,” he says, his head still cocked, his eyes cool even as you go ever and ever hotter beneath his penetrating gaze.

you can’t help but blush at his pointed words, but your body is awash with tingles as you finally parse out the depths of his admission.

you’d taught him something.

“o-oh! i — uhm… that’s… well,” you cast about for something to say, something other than oh and uhm. finally, you settle on, “sounds smart, whoever taught you that.”

chevalier’s smirk grows as he pushes off the large loveseat and closes in on the edge of your bed, towering over your as he looks down at you over his aquiline nose and sculpted lips.

“yes. they were.”

he leans down, and you feel your breath hitch in your chest as he presses you back into the soft, downy sheets of your bed.

“s-so… have you thought about… planting some more flowers in the memorial field, then?” you ask, averting your eyes as he crawls onto the bed, his weight shifting the bed beneath you, your traitorous heart thumping up against your chest in ever and ever faster rhythms.

“i have,” chevalier muses, his voice light and unaffected, “i’ve already given the order for it to be done.”

“oh…” is all you have in response, though it seems to please him all the same. you take a deep, steadying breath before forcing yourself to turn back and meet his piercing, star-fire gaze.

“so next time,” he says, pulling back suddenly, smoothing his hands over the material of his clothes as he makes his way back over to the loveseat to resume his book, “we might have a picnic there instead. once the flowers start blooming.”

“a picnic… in the memorial field,” you echo.

he nods, flipping open his book again.

a picnic with the dead… for the living.

you allow yourself a secret smile as you nod, thinking back to that last glass of champagne.

because yes — the only difference between a graveyard and a garden might be what you choose to put in the ground. but says who that life cannot thrive in a place for the dying? after all — graveyards are for the living, aren’t they? and champagne and flowers too.

“yes… i’d like that,” you say, nodding, smiling, bright as bright can be, “i’d like that very much indeed.”

requests are open

[slashingdisneypasta]

I'm watching Pawnstars and they have one of Harry Houdini's straight jackets.

That's the first thing that's really excited me. That's actually so damn cool. Oh my goodness. This is something I'd geek out over XDD

[deus-ex-mona]

a n y w a y s listen to nagisa’s new song it’ll change your life