#idk how I did this

[orengejoshi]

Villainous ideal ending: Flug rejects everyone and dips with his hatship Super Mario Odyssey style

[fish-shaped-mango]

I may have been a little bored

Bitb ≈ 11:43:12

Apotheosis ≈ 27:15:26

Suckening ≈ 39:58:43 up to 13

Convergence ≈ 18:35:59

Avg episode length ≈ 3:57:28

Convergence with average 3 missing episodes ≈ 30:28:23

Pd s1 ≈ 43:48:16

Pd s2 ≈ 71:58:15

All pd ≈ 115:46:31

Fated s1 ≈ 52:07:34 not including the recap

Fated s2 ≈ 97:36:07

All of fated ≈ 149:43:41 with out recap

All of fated ≈ 150:49:36 with recap

Riptide ≈ 197:41:08 with out origins

Riptide ≈ 199:31:54 with origins

The black rose pirates ≈ 4:28:19

Mythborne ≈ 6:05:34

Age of heros ≈ 4:24:05

Monster control services ≈ 4:02:11

All together ≈ 582:41:30

[zigzthingz]

Yanno, if Disney ever made another movie, I’d genuinely be sad if he wasn’t in it, and not prominently a main antagonist that’s more clearly seen as the horror he is. I know Disney wouldn’t go that far, but I can dream

The twisted kings facade now jettisoned, giving way to a sheepish grin permanently etching crevasses to his skin, molding the frightening smile of a virus who knows he has won. His head, rather juxtaposed against his broken, rustic and filthy insect body that writhes for a sound form. What left of his code, and sense of self, lost, to hopes of destruction and victory.

[nikodoodles]

E N V Y

Lust Version

[brain1sr0tting]

Okay so tma made me completely unhinged about podcasts so in honor of tmagp hiatus ending these are the podcasts I listened to during that month

-wolf 359

-Malevolent

-The Penumbra Podcast

-The silt verses

-Trice forgotten

-Deviser

I have listened to all current episodes of these podcasts (except for behind the scenes stuff) and I honestly don’t know how but if anyone has any recommendations for new podcasts I’d love to hear it (I especially like queer and horror)

[catkettle]

loser boy

[ghostboy-art]

ANOTHER NOTES APP DRAWING?????

In honor of twink bill making a cameo in the website.

[rabbitcyclops]

Kuro smells like ink

[boonnihanni]

outfits designs i made from the 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘(𝟭).𝘇𝗶𝗽 photos

[transyurikatsuki]

HELLO NOBODY WARNED ME THERE COULD BE GAY SEX IN MY DRAGON AGE ORIGINS!!! I mean I knew there was gay and then all the sudden zevran is flirting with me and I'm like?? Hello? And then actually sex? In my 2009 hit game? Wow. 10/10.

[imbadatnicknames1]

Decided to try and recreate a portion of "The Fallen Angel" by Alexandre Cabanel and uh yea

[mr-self-destructxx]

ZAMN

[the-nightmares-never-end]

PFFT I CAN ASK MYSELF A QUESTION???

HELP WHAT DID I DO

[creep-io]

Going feral over my own shading ngl

[spiriteddreams]

you ever give 12 presentations over the course of 2 days? i don't think i've ever spoken this much in my life and my raging headache is back :D

[dedkake]

5 fictober 5+1 october 2022 challenge drabble sets + 1 extra drabble

ii. october 7-12 | fictober | sparktober | despite the chaos, g, .6k

Elizabeth isn’t sure when it started. She’s never been very good at gauging these situations in the first place. There’s something about John Sheppard, though. Something even she can’t ignore.

below or on ao3: five times elizabeth tried to figure john out and one time it was easy.

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Elizabeth isn’t sure when it started. She’s never been very good at gauging these situations in the first place. There’s something about John Sheppard, though. Something even she can’t ignore.

If only she could figure out exactly what it is.

“Check that again,” she says, pushing the tablet back across her desk. “Are you sure?”

John takes the tablet, grumbling only a little, but Elizabeth’s not watching that.

She’s focused on the way he’s leaning towards her, his knee brushing against hers under the table. The way he raises his eyebrow at her after checking the tablet and says, “Checkmate.”

- -

The balcony is quiet and Elizabeth’s not surprised to find that John’s escaped as well.

“Things were never this chaotic before we left Earth,” Elizabeth says, stepping up beside him. “Do you remember?”

John presses his shoulder against hers briefly before he turns, resting an elbow on the rail to face her. “You mean, back when you first told me aliens were real and I’d be traveling to a new galaxy? Oh, yeah. Very peaceful.”

Elizabeth thinks of black marks and nuclear proliferation, of how everything is balanced out here in Pegasus, despite the chaos. “Right. What was I thinking?”

- - -

John’s got himself worked up, pacing in front of Elizabeth’s desk and waving his hands as he complains about Rodney. It might be cute, except for the way the technicians keep peeking their heads over their computers in the control room.

“Can you believe it? He actually thinks I’m interested in her,” John says, finally winding down enough to slump into one of the chairs.

Elizabeth sits back, raising an eyebrow. “Sounds like a you problem.”

John scowls. “I’m not interested,” he says, more frustrated than guilty. “I don’t even know her.”

That, at least, is something Elizabeth can understand.

- - - -

The alarm is blaring, but Elizabeth is more shocked by John, pressed against her side.

“Shit,” John says, stretching his arms. “Too old to sleep on the couch.”

“You stayed the night,” Elizabeth says, reality hitting like a brick. “You can’t stay the night.”

“It’s fine,” John says, and Elizabeth has no idea how he’s so calm. “It’s not like we slept together. No one will notice.”

Cold panic grips Elizabeth because— “They’ll think we did sleep together. John, it’s my name on the line.”

John squints at her, hurt, before his gaze slides away. “Fine. I was never here.”

- - - - -

“You know it’s not personal,” Elizabeth says. She’s been rehearsing this in her head all day, but it still comes out awkward.

John shifts in his seat, his spine going stiff. “Seems pretty personal.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to sleep with you,” Elizabeth says, then backtracks. “Well, I don’t want to sleep with you. But it’s not about you. It’s not even about my job, really. It’s me.”

“Elizabeth,” John says, running a hand up through his hair. “Think, for once! Or don’t, maybe. I don’t know. Just—you know me.”

And Elizabeth thinks that maybe she does.

+

“Sit down. You’re making my head hurt.”

Elizabeth can’t believe John’s back in her room, not after their argument, and certainly not after his last mission. But he’s there, on her couch, looking almost normal, for how stiff he is.

“We thought you were dead,” she says.

John gives her a half-smile, but his fingers curl tight on his thighs. Reaching over, Elizabeth takes John’s hand, twines their fingers together.

“Nothing could keep me away,” John says. He’s loosening up, though. Elizabeth leans her head on his shoulder, the two of them breathing together.

There was never reason to doubt.

also on ao3