#l should be sleeping

[exactlydeepestface]

@somerandomdudelmao

@tapakah0

I didn't know who to tag for this sorry. I got inspired by this post specifically

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

he’s THE guy ever

[urhighnessbitch]

Urge to interact with your mutuals more vs. fear of annoying them: fight

[cuteiemonster]

MY THIRD PIECE(s) FOR @mcytblraufest !! o7

LETS DO THIS ONE LAST TIME, these are for @allusiontomemes 's fic, [ DREAMS FROM WITHIN THE CAGE ] !! we got horrors beyond comprehension, we got multiple universes, we got accidentally destroying said universes, we got desert duo- come on down and see what else is up with these guys!!

thank you allusion and @riceofthepuffedvariety you made me go insane o7

[starburstdragon]

Guys Who Are Multiple Guys Tournament, Semifinals

Evelyn

The alternate Evelyns are incredibly relevant to the way the movie plays out, and the movie itself is about love and identity and individuality and all those things, so she’s got the vibe. My friend suggested her :)

Church

“He's an AI copy of a scientist that was tortured into splitting himself into pieces, each of those pieces are different characters with their own names and identities. Although one is basically a copy of him” - User submission

[sashimiyas]

cw: marriage; it’s atsumu getting married

Osamu’s feet hurt. He’s been in these damn shoes since early morning. The sun is glaring in his eye and damn it, maybe he should have taken Suna’s offer of hair wax because there’s been a stubborn breeze insistent on tickling his face.

But a modern rendition of Can’t Help Falling In Love is playing and the crowd stands. He can hear the beginnings of an ugly, video-worthy sob erupting from the back of Atsumu’s throat. The fucking ugliest crier in the world, but still, the luckiest man of the day.

Osamu’s eyes follow his brother’s. Past, the other members of the wedding party, past the beautiful arch and Aran in the middle who is standing tall and proud in a tux perfect for an officiant, past Ma seated at the front row, and right at Atsumu’s future lifelong partner.

His heart cannot help but feel tender, soothed and calmed knowing that someone so special, whose eyes focus only on Atsumu, will care for his brother even better than he can.

Atsumu’s full on sobbing now but it had been expected considering the dress rehearsal. Man was blowing his nose right into the microphone with Ma standing next to him, box of tissues at the ready and hardly getting through a legible speech.

Ever and always cleaning up his brother’s mess, Osamu hands him a napkin hidden in his breast pocket. When his brother gathers himself enough, Osamu’s eyes return to the crowd for the second most important of the day.

At least, to him.

He’s surprised to find you wiping your tears at the beautiful scene displayed before you, holding your camera as you dab your index finger against the inner corner of your eye. Damn it, maybe he should have saved that napkin for himself.

Seeing you out there, not even a member of the party, here only because Osamu is, and yet, so deeply affected by an auspicious display of love, does something to him.

Atsumu’s partner arrives. They hold hands at the altar and Aran begins his speech. This is what love looks like.

Osamu searches the crowd once more. Your wet, wet glimmer of a proud smile meets him.

This is what love looks like.

[whirligiga]

“All of the parts of your body work together in harmony to keep you alive and functioning!”

Actually, all the parts of my body are malfunctioning in harmony to keep me in a perfect state of suffering

[mondaymelon]

Random question:

How much do you love Xiao?

oh

you

you do not know

how long i have been waiting for this question.

anon. you have barely seen the surface of my love for him. it cant be called love, at this point. no, its something more dire. something more consuming, a something that swallows one whole.

perhaps you think that you've seen enough, and perhaps, for you, that is the truth. but for i, it is merely a speculation. my "love", as you call it, is something that cannot be described with mere words. no, the very idea of such a feat is simply unthinkable. it's to the point where i am spending my time writing a bible, for xiao. come to the point where i write countless fanfictions, where i close my eyes at 4 am hoping that i may dream of his warm embrace. it is with such delusion that i am able to survive the hell we call existence, and through his presence that i am able to feel fulfilled. i dream of him, dream of his every action, waiting for the day where i may feel his hand in mine and his warm touch. awaiting the day, the day, the day...

some may say ive gone mad.

are they correct? nonono, they are not. i am sound of mind, sound of soul. if you search enough, there shall be no doubt about this fact. there is merely a difference between those who love xiao, and those who "love" xiao. it is apparent that i belong to the latter. as stated previously, a simple 4 letter word cannot express the endless wells of the affection, the obsession that i hold for such a man - nay, the perfect and godly being, he who goes by the name of "xiao."

do i believe? yes. i believe. and i shall stand here, sit, whatever it may be... i shall breathe my inhale and exhale until he appears before me, until i may be satisfied for what i have done in this lifetime... and then i will take his hand. i will take his warm hands and he will clasp his fingers amongst mine, and he will smile at me, the slightest smile, as his pristine lips begin to move as he speaks. as he forms words with that seamlessly smooth voice, one that sways the resolve of the deities themself. "you have done well. i have waited for you."

it is then that i shall cry in his arms.

but none shall witness such a sight excluding the golden eyes of his very own.

delusion? insanity? id like to think that i havent descended into such voids. it is reasonable, to hold such attention for a being as flawless as him. his name is one that holds power, prestige... one that causes the shortness of breath and the racing of hearts. he is powerful, in that way, and many others.

his beautiful eyes that resemble the warm colors of the sun, or perhaps the gilded glow of gold... something as valuable as him deserves something more. something more precious, more priceless. his gliding soft hair that ruffles in the soft breeze, the way his highlights are so striking yet appealing... how his every calculated movement stirs the hearts and souls of the masses. how his stature is fair and his demeanor is graceful. should i go on? surely you have not all the time in the world for such rambling, but thus is the truth. an undeniable truth that none should dare to refute.

and should they... to put it simply, they may just find a knife at their throat... spilling the blood of the one who dared speak ill of such a holy entity.

the pure and faultless him, xiao.

[benevolenterrancy]

Possible silly fanart suggestion: The King Neptune "bald" scene from The Spongebob Move with Klink and a bunch of guards and/or prisoners.

well now they're just being mean 😔

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

It's late and I'm staring at these gifs, thinking about this episode and these scenes again and you know, fuck it, let's make a post about it that no one will read.

I'm honestly embarrassed it took me this long to realize this. When this episode aired, my man Dick Grayson was dragged for not getting this blade to work sooner and the reason why is honestly so obvious I'm ashamed of myself for not getting it sooner (I'm sorry Dicky, I should've known, I should have defended you my love)

Dick is a man of logic. And here he's dealing with magic, which is more emotion than logic. We see him struggling with this difference the entire season. He's told his love for Rachel is what will make the blade work (fyi I'm still recovering from that statement) and he spends the episode chasing after this monster he's supposed to kill and thinking how he is supposed to get this to work.

And he can't because he's being too technical about it.

Darling, you're not supposed to think. You're supposed to FEEL.

When does the blade show up? When the monster charges at Rachel, who's lying there on the floor, weak and defenseless. The monster charges at her with the intention to kill, she can't defend herself and Dick gets scared. This love, this very thing that is supposed to make the blade is what makes him feel scared. He doesn't think, he feels, and the blade shows up in his hand.

He is able to kill the monster and complete the ritual not because he figured out how to make the blade work or came up with a plan. He kills the monster not because of a theory of a threat that he was told about, not because of something that could happen if he didn't, but because he saw a real active threat to the person he loves, the person who couldn't protect herself, who was vulnerable and he reacted in the most natural, instinctual way - with the need to protect.

And I think that's fucking beautiful.

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

dnkinktober day 17: brat (taming)

….except i cannot use a normal color palate for the life of me

[lemonzestedtea]

one of the biggest shocks of my life was when, after imagining mei nianqing as an old man with a goatee for months, i found out that he's like. actually a wholeahh hottie and only a few years older than xie lian (albeit immortal)

[ilovebillieeilishxx]

Totally normal behaviour for two very platonic best friends to get flustered and simp for each other...

Lets start the petition

#platonic simping

Maybe its late and were delusional, who knows ?

Clearly not us

[deus-ex-mona]

dealing with assigned reading like

[daisybabysblog]

.

[rollercoasterwords]

ok no yeah the tldr is that when i say fanfic (or any media really) doesn't need to align with ur moral code what i mean is "These Characters Are Doing Things That Would Be Fucked Up In Real Life But It Is Okay To Read And Think About It Because It Helps Me Reflect On My Own Morality And Develop Critical Thought." not "This Story Is Presenting Me With A Moral Code I Disagree With And Telling Me To Accept It As Truth." hopefully that distinction is clear.