#oh this is so surprising

[lieu-rey]

first meeting

[four-pointed-leaf]

happy pride month

[introspectivememories]

was it casual when i sat in your lap in public? was it casual when i said "recently my heart is crying because you're leaving"? was it casual when we decided how your last name would fit with mine? ("yuki tsunoda-gasly" / "no tsunoda, only gasly" / "yuki gasly?") was it casual when we sang adele's "someone like you" together at your going away party? was it casual when i knew it was you just by touching your ass? was it casual when i knew it was you by smell alone? was it casual when "will you miss me?" / "for 2-3 minutes maybe" / "i'll take that. even if it's just 2-3 minutes, i'll take that"? was it casual when that bus was completely empty and we still sat right next to each other, all the way in the back? was it casual when i picked you up multiple times so you could dunk a basketball? was it casual when i begged to come over to your house multiple time and then you finally let me and we cooked fried rice together? was it casual when we played christmas twister together and i said "your big eggplant is touching my ass"? was it casual when we were pressed up against each other on a scooter going two miles per hour? was it casual when-

[yourangle-yuordevil]

First time they make an effort (because going to the bathhouses Barbie style™ would have raised more questions than necessary...)

[thesnowflake18]

Some Yujikuna sketches....he's fun :]

[egophiliac]

just thinking about hair and faces

[copperpipes]

Same shit, different flavors.

[simplenefelibata]

as much as i love sam knowing about destiel before dean does, there's something about "i mean yeah my brother and his angel best friend are really weird about each other, live together, co-parent a kid, nearly kill themselves every time the other is gone, stand too close and stare at the other's mouth while they talk, but i mean to each their own i guess??" that's so special to me

[nibbelraz]

Transmigrator Baby binghe and Broke single dad author

[fearandhatred]

in every lifetime

happy good omens season 2 anniversary everyone <3

full comic and more under the cut

here are the existing panels i have posted: panels 1, 2, 5, 6, 8, and 9 of panel 2. i probably won't post the rest because i did them really fast (like 4 of them today) so they're not great lmaooo just don't zoom in. honestly just so gobsmacked that i actually managed to finish this i need to go celebrate

and this drawing was inspired by the greatest comic ever created:

[lucky-katebishop]

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#like with episode 11 and youngwoo's mom tells him that she doesn't care if youngwoo quits or gets fired and he was so surprised and confused

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Nick and Charlie from Heartstopper are variants of Teddy and Billy from Young Avengers

29 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#4

This is just a little thing I wrote for a fic that isn’t published yet. I didn’t come up with Minerva/Tom but I can’t remember who did. For backstory, it’s one of those Harry gets resorted into Slytherin in his fifth year fics.

“Who was your first kiss, Professor?” Harry asked, hesitant and cautious but still eager. He wasn’t really sure what propelled him to ask his former head of house, but something gave him the courage.

McGonagall opened her mouth slightly in shock and then closed it. He could see her hand tighten around her quill, then relax as she took a deep sigh. She looked in Harry’s eyes and he was surprised to find what could only be described as grief. 

“A boy named Tom Riddle.” 

Harry blinked, opened his mouth, closed it, then blinked again. He waited for her to crack a smile, but that wasn’t like her. He didn’t think anyone would be like that.

“I- what?” Harry asked, voice wavering on the pitchy side.

McGonagall didn’t smile, she didn’t smirk, she just sighed and straightened her papers.

“I take it you know who that is,” she hummed. 

Harry resisted the urge to tell her that Voldemort himself had told him.

“I don’t- Professor. I don’t understand.” 

McGonagall looked up from her papers and took a long, hard look at Harry. He was wondering what she was looking for. He wondered, and not for the first time since being resorted, if she was trying to figure out if he was trustworthy enough to gain this secret.

“We were friends back in our school days. He was charming, intelligent, and on very rare occasions that made it worth it to be his friend, kind.” 

Her voice didn’t hold a wistfulness. But neither did it hold shame. Harry didn’t know how to take that.

“Were you two... in love?” Harry asked. He couldn’t fathom Voldemort himself falling in love, nonetheless with the woman in front of him.

McGonagall hesitated. She pursed her lips and drew her fingers across the feather on her quill, as if she was petting it.

“He wasn’t.”

Harry studied his professor. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. To fall in love with someone like that, only to later have to watch him tear the world apart... he couldn’t imagine feeling that kind of pain.

He knew what kind of boy Riddle had been. He’d seen him in his second year. He wondered if they had kissed before or after Hagrid had been expelled and Myrtle had been viciously killed. He didn’t really want to know.

McGonagall looked up at Harry and offered him a tight smile. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how fake it was.

“A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. How cliche, I know. Nonetheless, it happened, and here we are. I-” McGonagall stopped, her face contorting into pain.

But Harry wouldn’t know what she was about to say because she shook her head.

“Was there something else you wanted to know, Mr. Potter?”

He knew a dismissal when he heard one. Harry gathered up his bag and got up from the chair.

“No, Professor.” 

She looked at him once more and if it hadn’t been for the sadness that was held in her eyes, he would assume that the last five minutes had all been in his head.

“Very well. I trust that Professor Snape is being cordial as your new head of house?” 

Harry grimaced, but not because of Snape.

“Er, yeah.” 

She nodded and went back to her papers. Harry walked to the door but stood in the doorway. He looked back at her and imagined her as a fifth year hanging around with Tom Riddle, getting into shenanigans like he and the other Slytherins did.

He imagined her reaction when she found out, time and time again, what he’s done and who he’s turned into. He supposed he had an answer for why she wasn’t in the Order. He knew that if it was him, he wouldn’t be able to fight the person he used to love.

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35 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#3

I think one of my favorite things about Jeeves and Wooster is that everyone always describes Bertie as a playboy, but he isn’t, really. Like, yeah, he’s been engaged to almost every single woman in London but that’s only because of Aunt Agatha. And even then he always tries to get out of it because he can’t fathom living with a woman, bedding with a woman, pretty much anything to do with a woman besides having lunch with her every once in a while and helping her marry one of his friends. 

Like, okay, with Pauline Stoker, she’s literally IN his bed and he’s just like, are you wearing my pajamas? It doesn’t even cross his mind that she could be there for him! And in Wooster with a Wife he describes his life as a ‘monkhood.’ The only reason he ever considered marrying was because for a split second he considered having a kid, and even then he decided adopting would be better. 

I love that Aunt Agatha always puts him down for being an irresponsible playboy but she’s the entire reason why his reputation with women is so poor. 

45 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

#2

how many more versions of riddler am I gonna fall in love with, i’m getting tired

72 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I dunno if anyone has mentioned yet but the color symbolism in the mewest season of bridgerton is so cool.

So Kate, Edwina, and their mother all wear blue, purple, or pink.

Edwina wears almost exclusively pink while Kate wore almost exclusively blue in the beginning. Their mother wore purple, a combination of blue and pink (she also wore pink/purple separately which can symbolize her alliances at that specific moment).

Pink is a warm color which symbolizes Edwina's kind heartedness. It's also a very feminine color, especially since she wore a lot of pastel and soft pink which symbolized her youth. It's also a romantic color, which symbolizes her budding romance with Anthony.

Blue, on the other hand, is a cool color, which symbolizes Kate's harsh personality and her hesitance to get to know Anthony.

But as the season goes on, Kate begins to wear more purple. She's slowly warming to Anthony but she's not yet ready to admit it to herself (she may not even know what it is)- and can also symbolize how she's had to take up the mantle of being Edwina's mother figure.

And we can see in the moments that Kate is hesitant about her relationship with Anthony that she goes back to blue!

Also in that scene where Anthony is in his father's old study and he and his mother are arguing about his duties, theres a blue light on the back of his head as if to say his relationship with Kate is just around the corner but he's not ready to face it.

And then in the last episode Kate wears orange to the Featherington's ball. She's become her own person and she's able to wear something that has warmth but is not attached to the youthful pink that her sister owns.

This analysis kind of messy but I thought it was so cool! Yay for the costume department!

119 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

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[stil-lindigo]

a non-comprehensive guide to my favourite characters in claymore, the best manga you've never read (more under the cut)

don't know what I'm talking about? here's a crashcourse.

[smile-files]

i'm just a ragdolly... :)

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

just a little something for the darling @yournowheregirl to wake up to! it sounds kinda dumb and insignificant, but i always appreciate your tags in the fun tag games that come across your dash and for always being one of the first that ask something from those ‘ask me’ posts i reblog! it makes me feel appreciated and i am super grateful every time 🥰🫶🥹

There was meant to be two beds.

Steve specifically got a double king room for the goblins, and another room with two queens for him and Eddie.

So of course as soon as they got into Milwaukee the night before the D&D themed nerd fest, the (actually very nice) woman at the front desk says: “We had to swap around the rooms, but the two will still sleep all you boys, don’t worry!”

Whatever. That’s fine, right? They’ll all have a spot to sleep the next two nights they’re here for the kids’ (and Eddie’s) dragon game convention.

He gets back to their rented minivan and passes the key cards to Eddie in the passenger seat.

The van was just the first point of contention between him and the kids’ beloved Dragon Meister, followed closely by…everything else.

The first thing Eddie said when Steve showed up in the rented van was “King Steve is coming along on our journey?”, to which Steve could only respond with “This ‘super cool’ guy you assholes have been going on about this whole time is Eddie “The Freak” Munson? Really?”

Following closely behind are: the tapes and tapes of loud garbled ‘music’ Eddie insists on playing, his absolutely tragic way of unwrapping Steve’s burgers for him when they stop for lunch, the wariness Steve has in the first place about this being the guy Dustin wouldn’t stop talking so highly about…this nerdy, obnoxious, third-time senior…great.

“204 is the Hellions’ room, 207 is us.”

Eddie bends an arm backwards into the feral beast enclosure the second two rows have become over the last six hours and Steve’s surprised he still has his hand when it returns to the front.

Steve gets the van parked in the hotel’s garage, and they head up to their rooms.

“Alright, assholes,” he says to the somehow still rambunctious masses, “This is you guys, Make sure you’re up by eight so we—“

“Yeah Steve, we got it,” Dustin scoffs, “As if we’d risk being late to this.”

Steve rolls his eyes with a “Fine, goodnight.” and shuffles the few steps across the hall to his and Eddie’s door, leaving the troops to file into theirs.

The only thought in his head is of laying down and getting the fuck to sleep. It wasn’t even that late but—

“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me.”

So that’s what brings them here. To their one barely queen sized bed.

“I guess I’m on the floor then, huh?”

“I’m not about to let you sleep on the floor.”

“Oh, the King has chivalry does he?” Eddie rolls his eyes and throws his duffle onto the armchair in the corner.

“As much as you, asshole; I just want you to have the energy to corral the gremlins tomorrow.” Steve scrubs a hand down his face. “Look, we’ll just deal with it tonight and I’ll get another room tomorrow.” he lies. As if he’s got the cash for that.

Eddie looks him over, and seems to come to whatever conclusion he needs to because he says “Fine, but you better not be a blanket hog.”

Eddie’s the worst blanket hog Steve’s ever had the displeasure of knowing.

He thought Robin was bad, but this is something else.

Eddie’s fully a burrito within an hour of laying down. After a hearty, but silent, game of tug of war over the worn duvet.

Steve falls asleep angry and cold, and wakes up on a cloud.

He’s so warm and so entangled in the comforter, he can’t help but snuggle deeper into the pillow he’s clutched onto.

The pillow hums back at him and scoots itself under his chin with a sigh.

Steve squeezes tighter onto the pillow momentarily, but his curiosity of why his pillow’s making noise gets the better of him.

He cracks his eyes open, looking down at the thing in his arms.

It shifts as well, and Eddie Munson blinks up at him with those (holy shit…beautiful, deep, dark) doe eyes of his.

“Hi.” Steve breathes.

Eddie’s eyes flutter shut, and shuffles himself back into Steve’s neck.

Steve chooses to blame the still sleepy bit of him for curving himself back around Eddie.

“How’d you sleep?” Steve whispers into the now-bared hairline under the other man’s bangs.

“Fucking amazing…” Eddie mumbles, snaking an arm over Steve’s waist and settling a hand in the middle of his back. “How ‘bout you, Stevie?”

“Stevie, huh?” Steve chuckles.

It’s only then that Eddie seems to come to his senses, his head shooting up before he scrambles away, falling straight onto his back between the opposite side of the bed and the wall with an “Oof!” and a “Fuck!”

“Oh shit!” Steve shuffles off the bed and helps Eddie back up, ”You alright, Eds?”

“Yeah..yeah, I’m fine..” Steve gets Eddie back on his own two feet and (reluctantly) lets him go once he’s stable.

‘Reluctantly? Why reluctantly? What the hell??’

“Sorry I was all over you, not the greatest thing to wake up to, huh?” Eddie says, huffing a sardonic laugh under his breath.

Steve hums nonchalantly, “It wasn’t all bad, I slept pretty fucking amazing too.”

Eddie hums an acknowledgment, then: “I wouldn’t—“ Eddie starts at the same time Steve says “I should—“

“You go ahead,”

Eddie’s hands come up between them, spinning the rings on his fingers nervously. “I was going to say that…I.. Iwouldn’tmindifyoustayedtonight..too.”

Steve blinks. “Good thing I was going to say that I really should save my money.”

Eddie’s smile is slightly nervous, but there’s a hopeful tinge to it that Steve can only assume means what he thinks it does (hopes it does).

“Leaves me with more to spend on the Gremlins, right?” he shrugs.

Eddie beams. “Glad to know we’re on the same page, Harrington.”

also, if you haven’t heard it recently: Alice, YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE 🤩

[willowser]

in a way that i think katsuki can be flustered by intimacy, i think shouto is just plain as day curious.

situations like when you're pressed up against each other on a busy train car, leaning into a familiar touch rather than the unknown, i think shouto has no qualms about being so obvious. you glance up at him shyly, heat burning down your chest, and he's just looking at you, open and unashamed.

so close that you can see him catalogue you, explore in ways he maybe never has before; eyes flitting over the width of your nose and the curve of your lips and your each individual lash. just learning, in the most innocent and interested manner, the new bits of you he'll think of when you're not together.

i think in moments like this that could be deemed romantic—two people in their quiet corner, staring so deeply into the other's face, a breath apart—he's easily engaged, but i don't know if he realizes the significance of it. why it means what it means and why it will affect him uniquely, later on. all the lines you're crossing.

that's also why being kissed by him comes as a complete surprise to you, because i don't think he's planning any of it. he just wants to know, is all, and there's plenty to figure out, with you.

[buqbite]

part 1 (on VA and being better than humans)

part 2 (on welt and being just a human)