#in light of todays events

[rosalie-starfall]

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022)

[palatinewolfsblog]

Truths remain truths even if they are spoken quietly or poorly,

with a hoarse or a tired voice

or a voice that is searching for the right words.

Lies remain lies even if they are spoken with silver tongues.

U.N. Owen.

[empiireans]

they’re watching the meteor shower

[midnightclover]

Summon Night: Swordcraft Story (ATLUS, 2003)

[starryluminary]

Welcome to the second Noco Collaboration: Lights, Camera, NoCo!

Any and all are welcome to join in and celebrate our dearly beloved Noco! This time… in Hollywood!! Riveting!!

Details

To grab a spot in the collab, simply send me a DM and specify if you’ll be participating as an artist or an author. You’re only allowed to be one or the other for the sake of letting as many people participate as possible.

The deadline for submissions is August 17, 11:59 PM AST (Atlantic Standard Time). The final collaboration would then be posted between the 18th and the 23rd.

If it happens that you’re participating and find that you can’t make the deadline, please let me know as soon as possible to take appropriate action in a timely manner.

General Submission Guidelines

Noah and Cody on the “lights, camera, action” theme. This includes things like movie or television references, genre parodies, or production if that’s more your speed. As long as it has to do with the Hollywood filming industry, it's fair game.

Please no NSFW. Pg-13 and safer. Please.

You can feel free to send your submission through tumblr’s messaging system, but if you’d prefer it, you can send it to me through discord! (starryluminary_49344)

FOR ARTISTS: The drawing must be full body and a transparent background. Both digital and traditional art is accepted! Should a traditional artist need help making a transparent png, I am willing to help! Sending your submission through discord ensures a higher quality image when sending, but feel free to send it through tumblr’s messaging system if you don’t mind the slightly lower quality.

FOR AUTHORS: Make sure your piece can be read in one sitting. Feel free to make it as long or short as you like, so long as it’s a one shot. You’ll have to choose one sentence or quote from your work to be displayed in the final collaboration.

You have full freedom to post your submission once it’s done. Every single entry, along with being grouped, will be highlighted individually, showcasing the work and its creator. Everything and everyone will be tagged and credited appropriately. If any of this discomforts you, you can always be referred to as “anonymous”!

That’s it! Please let me know if any questions or concerns you might have, and I’ll be sure to help and clarify to the best of my ability. Here’s to another great collab! Have fun!! <3

ARTIST SLOTS AVAILABLE: 0/15 (FULL!!)

AUTHOR SLOTS AVAILABLE: 7/10

Closed! Thank you all for your enthusiasm and contributions to this collab!!

[spellboundspook]

I'm not at all sorry :3

[ajax-lightning-zephyr]

{ The video glitches on, to the same figure walking back and forth, shoots of lightning goes between their fingers. They look worse than the last video, visual marks are all over then, exhaustion resting heavily on his face. They seem to be mumbling something over and over again, the sound of thunder covers what they're saying.

He moves closer to their comm, their voice becomes more clear}

"Why, why, why can't I be back, gods, it hurts just being here, why can't I be back with my friends, with Emma, Haley and god I fucking miss Rondael. Why can't I be there."

{they moved back further and further till a flash covers the screen and a scream is heard as the video cuts to black.}

[allthedrugsforcreativity]

Trapped in etch a sketch prison for today

[dreamsofg0ld]

The Beatrice Letters (LS to BB #5)

How I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way

Dusk My dearest darling,

…Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope.

I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served in the world’s cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in a blurring, boring chalk. I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table. I will love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your time during study hall. I will love you no matter how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.

I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if you abandon your baticeering, and I will love you if you retire from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M.

I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fetuccini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping.

I will love you as a shingle loves falling off a house on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey. I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue sky and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you as a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much. I will love you as a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl.

I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it. I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear daggerproof tunics, and as a daggerproof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home.

I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.

I will love you until every fire is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt form the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love you until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try.

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog.

I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this.

I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else — your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. — although sadly I believe it will be quite some time before two women can be allowed to marry — and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned.

That, Beatrice, is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.

…I miss you. Who knows when I will see you?

[nini-dirthara-lothlenanas]

[rpfisfine]

[palatinewolfsblog]

Times are rough - let's remember: Fear is "what if". Faith is "even if". U.N. Owen.

[noblesvacation]

Chapters: 1/31 Fandom: 穏やか貴族の休暇のすすめ | Odayaka Kizoku no Kyuuka no Susume | A Gentle Noble's Vacation Recommendation (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lizel & Gil & Eleven Characters: Lizel, Gil | Gilberto, Eleven | Nerve Additional Tags: Whump Summary:

It's Whumptober in July! I make no promises, and I didn't see the prompt list until today, but I'll post at least a few short, no-pressure fics for these prompts. Ratings and tags subject to change, content subject to be properly edited later.

I saw this *checks watch* 9 hours ago, let’s go. @whumperless-whump-event

[nina-ya]

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!!! Happy Tuesday to you all i hope you have a great day I’m sending lots of love your way 💕💕💕💕

[angrybatgaming]

Gotta love how cosmetics you like have HUGE clipping issues with other stuff you like to wear. The blue scarf thing that costs 40 tickets clips through a majority of my favorite capes. I'm still getting it. I'll just have to play mix and match later when I do, and find an outfit that works.

Also wondering if I want the Turtle Pack or not. 😕 $20 for a shoulder buddy and some candles? That turtle better be telling me jokes. (I know half of the proceeds go to charity and the rest is paying for the candles, but COME ON.)

Also also opinions on the Dark Worm? I thought I'd hate them, but it's actually funny watching yourself and others get grabbed and chewed on by those things. Lovingly naming it Wormy. (I feel like it's just one who just burrows to and from different locations in the river.)

[e77y]

Got rear-ended 🤗