#idk i'm just yapping in this one

[silliestlittlecat]

mcr fans talking about their favorite member can be so predictable but i've found that,

mikey fans say shit like "i want to put this guy under a microscope and study him",

ray fans think he's underrated (HE IS SO UNDERRATED) "everyone overlooks that insane fucking guitar riff in this song. you guys don't appreciate ray enough LOOK AT HIM",

gerard fans will refer to gerard as "wife" and "girlfriend" and then Compare him to a picture of a bird,

and then we have frank's fans who just want to Kill the poor guy.

[pink-n-greennneerg-n-knip]

cookie art dump :3

[saulweissberg]

saul was certainly a professional. it had been the world he was born into, after all. he was well attuned to the politesse of high society; he knew exactly which fork he was to use during which course and to take only one pat of butter for his bread (lest he looked greedy). edna and gideon trained their children well, even when the weissbergs of the world weren’t readily accepted into certain high society functions. they were contemporaries of the crowninshields, lowells, and sedgwicks; his uncle morris bragged about attending harvard at the same time as jack kennedy, feeling somehow special that he was admitted during a time when there was a jewish student quota. his parents taught him to not hide their family’s wealth: no one liked a rich kid playing at poor, and the weissbergs had to be proud of their name when they collectively worked diligently to make it so prominent. part of that prominence meant tedious country club luncheons and overly long charity galas. in a way, to saul, it was an honor. every invitation to a high society event was evidence that his family had made it.

“how are you supposed to know they’re worth it if you don’t give them a chance?” saul countered, brows raising pointedly. perhaps it was a miracle in itself saul had been able to get past her cool exterior many years ago. the poise and elegance she held was really just a smoke screen, he quickly found out. for a yogini that was often described as a gazelle, she bumped into nearly everything and her small, coy smiles were born out of social anxiety, not a conscious effort of mystique. she always looked bored of everything and everyone, and she often was, but for different reasons than assumed. later, saul learned why there was a smoke screen, why she protected herself so fiercely. her childhood had been split up into two by a horrific event that he couldn’t fathom fully, but understood partly with his own grief for his father. death—though, granted, her experience was more abundant and horrible—cleaved lives in halves. he understood the need for her smoke screen, and in a way, he had one as well. he had a part to play, but saul had enjoyed playing that part. he enjoyed being a high society elite, like the people around them that thalia apparently didn’t find worthy. maybe that should’ve been an honor, too, that thalia had, at least at one time, considered him worthy.

he pulled out her chair—again, the politesse!—before he sat on his own. “well, birdie, no one’s going to just come up to you and ask your thoughts on the hierarchy of the sciences or floriography. not a venue like this, at least.” deep philosophical conversations happened in dive bars, the country club types cared too much about their image until they got really drunk, then it was hard to get them to shut up. “you’ve got to meet them at their level, get a few drinks in them, then you can talk about more than just fashion and mommy groups and sorority reunions.” he pressed his lips together and canted his head. the concept of a game or challenge was interesting, but saul was a career lawyer: he knew never to agree to anything without first hearing the terms. “i suppose that depends on what you have in mind.”

She supposed it used to be easier. Maybe it was just because at that point, Saul's arm would be around her waist. Even when she was in conversation with unknown individuals, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. They would spend every other moment making fun of the people who couldn't imagine a single person not savoring a BLT. Now it was different. She would be returning to the table with her old name on the embossed card and an empty hotel room. But if she didn't try, why go to Chicago in the first place? Why not spend another night supporting her sister in their childhood home turned hospital waiting room?

"I like to believe that should there be someone worth the conversation, it would not be difficult." That was the worst part, wasn't it? Out of the numerous events she went to, there had been no one she connected with like him. Surely there were others who could both hold a conversation and be worthwhile of her quiet comments. Thalia didn't believe she was so unique that everyone else was below her. There was a very good chance that someone one table over could entertain her in a similar way. But considering that Thalia could barely get herself to talk to her customers about a subject she loved, she was unlikely to meet them.

"Once again, I find myself subjected to discussions on designer dresses, jewelry decisions, the audacity of a young individual to wear a suit and not conform to expected gender standards." The fact that Thalia could possibly steer the conversations herself was not a logical step. She would rather mentally disengage than be stuck in a forced conversation with someone she didn't respect. "I must have forgotten how dull these are. I have more pleasant interactions at Caffelicious." But that was a classic Thalia conundrum. Her embrace of solitude was putting her even closer to hiding in a castle for her whole life. That wasn't the attitude she intended on when she meditated after her yoga class that morning. This was meant to be a growth opportunity. She took another sip then turned to look at him. "A challenge then, or a game. Otherwise this will be simply too tedious. Are you interested?"

[chapollynh]

An excuse to draw my favorite characters? Of course I'll take it, thank you very much.

[lemonyinks]

Because they are on my mind, please accept one of my favorite Wangxian moments of all time.

Chapter 87

In my opinion, this is one of the most important Wangxian scenes in the whole novel. It is very special to me. It made me tear up when I was doing my read through.

Time and time again, Wei Wuxian has fallen, he's gotten hurt, people have failed him. The people who were supposed to be there for him have either left, he's lost them tragically, or they've betrayed him at some point in his life. His life has been one of loneliness and loss.

He has never had someone who he could rely on so heavily. He has never had a solid safety net before, someone on equal footing to him that he could fall back on and rely on. If anything he has spent his entire life being a safety net for other people. He has spent his whole life being strong for others.

Now, however, Lan Wangji is that safety net for him.

For the first time in his life, he has someone to truly catch him when he falls. He can let himself fall and still be safe. That "thank you" isn't just about Lan Wangji catching him after he fell from the tree, its about everything.

[loserlovesmusicals]

Are y'all rocking with the musical-themed genderfluid flag

[spinostarz]

sum sketchies xp

[ghostbredtt]

rabbit or whatever 💔 trying to figure out his design? how to draw him at all?

[lobotomize-d]

Butter roll cookie if... if he was.... uh. . . Student at the Parfedia Academy ...

[tobythetrashytrash]

I keep thinking about how Ezio's Family became the overall theme song for Assassin's Creed, and it upsets me so much. I've got nothing against the song, I love it and it's a beautiful song, but in my head that's Ezio's song, and it feels so wrong to hear that song in games he's not a part of, if that makes sense.

[tropicalcontinental]

After Parkour Civilization can we all collectively watch Oneshef's videos

[cozydelaney]

i finally drew seasonal outfits for my farmer! i think i'm gonna call them dale 🌱

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

why don't you sit right down n.... stay awhile!!!

remembered some laurel scribbles I did when I was supposed to be working on my comic(rip my au comic acc my ass can't work on big projects) YAY LAUREL YAY so here are those and then also more..l more laurel..

Put newer doodles first cause they aren't as SLOP

[gods-perfect-idiots]

❤️💛

[gutterclan]

Moon 5 - Part 3

Longpaw asks Synthsong what he thinks about Starclan.

Start / Back / Next

[terriblechickenhousebuilder]

hamilton × mcd au where the guard trio are the schuyler sisters