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[cametotheshowinsd]

TAYLOR SWIFT: THE ERAS TOUR (2023)

[kalwithatrenchcoat]

Small interaction between the pink and blue.

Some things are better out than in. Though, some are better kept in. It depends. These two are good at suppressing something to an extent. Maybe. I could be wrong. I do know one thing though—these two good friends will be looking out for each other.

[customboytoyz]

"some of these forcemasc posts are just gentle pushing and not sexual forcing enough." well some of you are too scared to even go into the men's section of target for cargo shorts. i may as well grope you while i tell you to stop being a pussy bitch and do it

[b1adie]

— ⟢ AVENTURINE and SUNDAY —✧— STAR RAIL LIVE ⟣ —

[mlobsters]

jared padalecki and jensen ackles boston con 2025 - gold panel

cheerleading and (allegedly non-existent) short shorts

[anonyanonymouse]

I don't know what to say. It was beautiful. It was everything I wanted out of the book and I am so happy. They went through with destroying his horn (just one!) and he is experiencing the long-term consequences of it. Lilia died and both Malleus and Silver brought him back with true love and a wish, because true love conquers all... Just what the original movie would have wanted 😭

And Malleus, Silver, and Sebek sobbing so much over him. He really got to find out just how much he means to them 😭😭😭 and I adore how after all this time, when Silver and Lilia finally got the chance to talk one on one, they were just talking casually about trivial things in their lives. Silver even said there was so much more they should have talked about... But that normalcy is just what they need after everything

The way Lilia still after all that time thinks so little about what he's done for Silver, asking him if he'd rather keep his blonde hair color. The way Silver was so happy to describe just how much he loves his hair and how important it is to him. Ohhhh,,,,,...,,.,,....

I really like that Silver gave away his armor. His reason for it is so him. He wouldn't want to keep a weapon that he just puts up on a wall and never uses, he wants it to be used for something important. It's such a nice way for him to give back to STYX and the island!!! He doesn't directly say it's because of the armor's association with KOD, and I think that's fine. He really made his peace with having KOD as his father, he's accepted it as part of his life now!

AND THE ADOPTION. IT'S EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE ASKED FOR!!!! Silver and Lilia are both so so. Oh my god. They mean the world to me. I can't believe Lilia's reasoning for not giving Silver his surname is the exact same reason Silver was afraid to ask for it. He didn't want to burdon his kid with the name of his "real parents" enemy. Lilia when I GET YOU. And Silver LAUGHS AT HIM FOR IT!!!! The only other time we ever see him laugh is when he's a kid!!!!! And his laugh is just as sweet now as it was back then 😭

Lilia Vanrouge's adoption of Silver Vanrouge is officially valid in the country of Briar Valley. Silver is now Lilia's true son. The game has been building us up to this moment for 5 years and I am so happy 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Silver's profile now officially says Silver Vanrouge. I can stop tagging him as twst Silver / twisted wonderland Silver / ect and just tag him as Silver Vanrouge. I'm so happy

All the ghosts of the past got to come back to life and dance in peace with each other at last. Malleus got to meet his mother and Silver got to properly meet his parents, and we got to see Leah!!! Both Malleus and Silver got to thank their parents for protecting them so that they could live in a world with their loved ones, and got to tell them to rest in peace at last. It's sooooo sugary sweet oh my god. THIS GAME!!!!!!

[mikayuumouse]

Akutagawa, that's kinda sus

[cowboylikeyouu]

it‘s so good coming back to tumblr after chilling on tiktok for an hour bc everyone here has moved past the "hey, deadpool & wolverine was kinda gay" stage WEEKS ago, while on tiktok 50% are still being like "hey so, i think the honda fight scene is a teeny tiny little bit sexual, but only if you squint" and the other 50% are angry marvel dudebros who try to argue with you about how dEaDpOoL iSnT cOnFiRmEd QuEeR iN tHe MoViEs, NoT eVeReYtHiNg iS gAy!!! hE hAs A GiRlFrIeNd!!!!

[botanyshitposts]

it’s a shame k.r. sporne is dead bc if he wasn’t I would ask him to sign the copy of ‘the morphology of gymnosperms’ I just found in a half priced books. when I wrote my paper on isoetes in college I cited a different but similar book of his so much it should have not been allowed but it was because like 3 people have spoken out so honest and true about isoetes sex like k.r. sporne did…. there was a hand drawn image of isoetes sperm within those pages… the man saw it with his own two eyes. imagine

[hardlygaming]

Alice: Madness Returns (2011) - Billingsgate Docks

[tiffanyachings]

it would have been very beautiful. camilla would have had to cook (horrible bone soup)

[riality-check]

ao3 link

Viktor does not have many friends at the Academy, but he is rarely alone. Such is the nature of university life. The academic environment is inherently social; he attends class with other students, eats alongside them, and must frequently bang on his wall so as to alert his neighbors that he can, in fact, hear… whatever activities they decide to do on weeknights. Being alone at the Academy is a difficult feat, and it is one that does not go out of his way to accomplish.

He has learned that surprises some of his classmates. They often remark, when they are paired with him for group projects, about their perceptions of him.

“I thought you’d be meaner.”

“I thought you’d be quieter.”

“I always assumed you were just shy.”

Every time, Viktor must refrain from rolling his eyes. Topside politeness is a strange thing, he has learned. It is very performative, with its big smiles and friendly, useless greetings. He finds it difficult to imitate - why, for example, ask someone “how are you?” if neither they nor him truly care for the answer? - and so he sticks to Undercity standards.

Nod politely as a greeting. Give people space unless they require conversation. Offer a chair or a coat or a snack if someone is in need, with the understanding that the debt will be repaid.

Back home, his parents were often praised for raising such a polite boy. Here, at least once a semester, someone comments on his standoffishness.

It does not matter. He is not here to slack off. He is here to learn. He does not need anything more than the pleasant, occasional company of his classmates, who, he is discovering, will offer their smiles but never their coats.

Every once in a while, he does get more. Someone will stay in his room for a night - they always think they are the ones in charge at the beginning, a fact that Viktor finds equally amusing and irritating - and coo sweet words about his appearance and his intellect.

He is lucky if they look at him the next morning. He learns the hard way that they are perfectly content with a trencher in their bed but never on their arm.

When this finally sinks in - it does not take long; he has always been a quick study - Viktor swallows back whatever odd thing it is that rises in his throat and determines that this attitude suits him perfectly well.

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The brace is simple in its concept but difficult to perfect. Considering the amount of time spent constructing his current cane a few semesters ago, Viktor is not surprised. Engineering for biological systems is far more complex than, say, pure mechanical engineering. Pain and discomfort, for example, are complicating factors for his leg bug not for air filtration systems.

Viktor would much rather design air filtration systems than leg braces or canes. They are far more interesting and useful on a larger scale. But the truth of the matter is that he cannot trust anyone else to construct these devices for him. Only he knows how they feel for his body, and the effort he would have to undergo to translate the abstract (but very real) sensations of wrongness, in all their varied forms, into words that another person can understand is not worth it. Not when he can just grab a wrench.

What is that saying? “If you want something done right, do it yourself.”

Story of Viktor’s life.

He sits on his bed, right leg crossed at an uncomfortable height over his left, and tightens a screw. The previous designs are all documented in his notebook, which he flips through using his unoccupied hand. With every problem he eliminates, a new one arises. It is the worst haggling he has ever partaken in.

The brace must be worn underneath his trousers; he will not wrinkle his uniform if he can avoid it. Until recently, this meant that the cold, harsh metal of the brace would chill and bite at his skin. He only had so much salve (fresh unopened tin, left in the communal bathroom for a week with no takers) left, and he intended to save it for injuries that mattered.

He tried once, a few days ago, with a long sock on underneath the brace, but it rolled down so often and so severely that in a fit of exasperation, he nearly cut it off with scissors. Then he remembered that his sewing kit did not have enough black thread to repair that level of damage.

He only had three pairs of socks left, as they had a proclivity for vanishing inexplicably each time he washed his clothes. So, he could not cut it.

This design should, hopefully, “do the trick.” He attached cushioning (A petite girl he had taken a calculus class with, when she woke up the next morning in his room, asked, with a glance at the sewing kit left on his desk, if he could hem a dress for her. She repaid him by purchasing his next meal - real food, finally, not from the university - and letting him keep the scrap. He never saw her again.) to the parts of the brace most uncomfortable to wear.

All the old problems - tension, pressure, weight, bulk - have been resolved. There will only be new ones.

Viktor tightens the last screw. Time to see what those will be.

The brace is multifunctional. Primarily, its design is intended to correct the abnormal inward rotation of his right leg. Secondarily, it supports his knee and ankle to both allow his muscles to stop carrying that burden and prevent the joints from overextending and subluxating, as they often tend to do.

It will be uncomfortable, compelling his leg away from its natural state. But Viktor can live with discomfort if it is in exchange for improvement.

He has been haggling in this manner for his entire life.

With assistance from his cane, he stands. Then, he divides his weight evenly between his two own feet, holding his cane aloft.

There is the discomfort, as he had expected, but there is no pain.

He paces up and down the length of his dorm without his cane. His joints are relegated to a normal range of motion, which is restrictive but more stable. They do not feel as loose. A dull stretch, induced by the rigidity of the brace fighting against his body, along the side of his leg runs from thigh to calf, but that is all.

No other pain. No true pain, other than the dull ache of adjustment.

He nearly falls over with the realization before he catches himself on the wall. He has had days free of pain before, but they occurred far more often when he was a child. Now, they are so few and far between that he had nearly forgotten what it was like to have the distraction of it removed almost entirely. 

He can think more clearly without it whispering talking shouting in his ear. He can breathe more easily.

Walking is awkward, what with the new rotation and the added weight, but he conjectures that he will get acclimated to it. He wants to get acclimated to it.

Outside of his window, he has a nearly unobscured view of the Academy clocktower. It takes him one glance to realize he is very nearly late for his systems course.

In his haste, Viktor nearly forgets to bring his cane with him to class. With how his brace reduces the pain, it is merely a failsafe in the event his balance is compromised by the awkwardness of his gait.

He barely uses it. Once he gets used to the new positioning of his leg, walking is a little easier. Slower, but easier. And the whole time, his cane barely makes contact with the ground.

The whispers are loud as always.

“Did he get better?”

“Has he been faking?”

“I knew someone our age couldn’t actually need it.”

He holds his head up and ignores them. When he catches a look, he returns the stares and wins.

He knows he will never be able to run. He could not when he was a child, and the unfortunate fact that the many non-functioning components of his body will only degrade - a fact he greatly prefers not to dwell on - has prohibited the notion for the rest of his life.

For the first time, he wants to run. So badly, in fact, that it is heart that aches instead of his leg.

He walks into class without the assistance of his cane, with the brace hidden underneath his pant leg, and believes, entirely, that this could work. That maybe he can walk like this, with no outward signal that he is different. Non-functional. Built incorrectly in the compounding of each and every failure inflicted upon the Undercity.

Maybe this is something he can overcome with his intellect. He already crawled up. What is stopping him from walking upright?

What is stopping his brilliant mind from allowing him to run?

He spends all day testing this notion, barely using his cane.

Viktor should have known the haggling would not work entirely in his favor. It never has.

When his body comes to collect, he pays in full. With interest.

The other installments, if you're interested: 1, 2, 3. 5 6.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Childe promising to play hide and seek with the melusines as foul legacy, and accepting to train new recruits.

He decides. Hey! Why not! Let’s play hide and seek! And I’ll throttle these fucking idiots as foul legacy!

Imagine showing up to train with the eleventh harbinger only to catch a glimpse of FOUL LEGACY AND CUTE LITTLE MELUSINES GROM FONTAINE

CLASH OF THE MELUSINE AND THE FATUI!!

your siblings almost instantly tense when they see other humans, moving in front to conceal you from view. they don't have the weapons and years of training that the soldiers do, true, but they have the same determination, the will to protect their strange, otherworldly sibling. but the agents don't even move, just staring in something akin to awe at the sight of their superior in his Foul Legacy form, sitting amongst these small bloopy creatures. you're perched in his lap, soft antennae pressed nervously against your head. Legacy's claws gently pat your back, a soft growl of reassurance slipping from his throat as you look up at the soldiers with wide eyes. one hesitates, eyes flicking between your colorful markings and shimmering markings, and slowly they sink to their knees into a bow

the other agents follow suit, and gradually you and the Melusine relax, a few even wandering closer to investigate. Legacy insistently holds you close, glaring at any Fatuus that approaches too quickly. it quickly becomes rather pleasant, though, the curious Melusine asking hundreds of questions about Snezhnaya and the snow and what the Fatui do and how they operate. Childe tries so hard to start the training session, but the agents are too busy chatting and running around, a bit of light sprinkled into their otherwise dull and dreary lives. Foul Legacy huffs out a sigh, looking down at you comfortably snuggled in his arms. your little tail wags happily, and gradually his wings begin to mimic the motion in enthusiastic flutters

everyone plays hide and seek that day

[some-pers0n]

Me normally: Y'know I'm not too terribly interested in a lot of art related to abstract expressionism or the general abstract art movement. I appreciate what it stands for and I can find some pieces rather compelling and interesting, but overall I prefer other forms of visual art

Somebody on the internet: Abstract ""art"" is nothing more than a waste of time and resources. Artists used to actually make REAL art and now all they do is throw paint at a canvas and call it a day. No detail or anything. There's no "talent" in doing that

Me: I LOVE ABSTRACT ART!! WHOO YEAHHH ABSTRACT ART EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR ABSTRACT PAINTINGS!!!

[abluescarfonwaston]

Fanfic writer advice thats like 'use a beta/copyeditor' is just like.

I'm sorry are you volunteering to edit my fics for Grammer/commas/whatever was so egregious that you decided this needed to be a part of your comment? Do you think it's easy to

1. Write something and then

2. Find someone to willingly edit it for free in a timely manner who will catch a meaningful amount of said things

3. Resist the urge to immediately post something when I finally finish something for once?

Like damn girl you think highly of me

[ohthewh0rror]

TOM RIDDLE HEADCANONS: PREGNANT S/O

A/N: For you, dear anon, bc I did actually enjoy that message. <3

This man would hear you throw up and ask if you were okay before going back to what he was doing, he is not going to listen to you get sick. It grosses him out (💀).

Once the migraines hit for the first time and you’re laying in bed unable to even open your eyes, he tries to comfort you for once by rubbing your arm and asking if you need anything, but you just snap at him to not touch before yanking your arm away.

Safe to say he’s not comforting you again unless you seek him out first.

The only time he genuinely worries for your health is the one time you’re eating dinner and your blood pressure suddenly drops and you almost pass out.

This man is picking you up bridal style and rushing you to the hospital, convinced you’re in mortal danger.

You’re not though, and he almost loses his mind when the healer says it’s not a big deal. It ends with Tom nearly being escorted off the premises when he indirectly threatens the healers life.

Second guesses what he says to you bc he’s worried that you would either physically fight him or break down in hysterics— both of which he wants to avoid.

Tom’s least favorite part of your pregnancy is the mild insomnia.

You’re lucky he cares for you or else he would have hexed you for waking him up at 2AM to keep you company while you eat cereal and talk about work gossip.

Tries to help when/where he can.

I.e. buys you extra pillows for when your hips begin to ache, gives you ginger candies when you’re hit with nausea, avoids eating foods you have a sudden aversion to, etc.

Imagine immediately after you give birth though?

Tom may not be the best with children, but he can see you’re clearly exhausted and out of it, so he takes over caring for the baby so that you can rest.

Helping you walk to and from the bathroom, and scolds you when you tell him you don’t need his help.

Helps you take your first shower after giving birth because he wants you to be comfortable and knew you wouldn’t want the nurses to do it.