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[shiiro-arts]

-Fears-

I feel like I've been neglecting my AU so, here you go! a REALLY rough sketch. Very angsty too, of course :)

[cowboythewizard726]

woah-ho-ho-dude don't mean to alarm you or anything but has anyone ever told you that you've got some pretty beautiful majestic gorgeous eyes right there just a pair of completely absolutely striking ocular organs you've got in there man like jesus those are some pretty stunning irises dude like wow man

[cokoweee]

On this episode of 🐢🐉, Kendra bitches to a turtle who ain’t even fuckin listening for hours

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[tiringwritings]

buck and eddie as girl daddies

[someverygaymoth]

So, so, so— afterdeath to destructivedeath pipeline, yeah?

With little teensy Goth.

Reaper meeting Error and romancing him and all of this, Error slowly beginning to love him, because he loves Error despite the fact that he's not Geno anymore, but moreso, he starts to feel guilty for lying to him. He feels guilty for knowing Reaper's coffee order, his favorite snacks, remembering them all after all this time, guilty for having spent a lifetime with him, that he simply chose to ignore.

He sits Reaper down and talks to him about it, lost of crying, lots of careful kissing, lots of promises and boundaries laid out.

It only seems right to Introduce Error to Goth, now. But, Error is so nervous. So scared Goth won't forgive him for disappearing, even If he couldn't help it. (Goth is like 6 or 7 now) Reaper talks away all his fears, reassuring him and comforting him, and they come up with an idea...

Reaper: hey kid...

Goth: dad's home!!!

R, scooping him up in a big hug: hey dove!! Hi! Sorry, work was long today... And I had to go and get someone...

G, curiously: get someone? Who?

R: in a second, dove.

He laughs, before thanking Blue for looking after Goth today. Reaper walks over to the couch and sits Goth down.

R: you know how I met someone special, a little while ago?

G: yeah, you met somebody you love!

R: yeah, yeah I did. Just like I met your Papa, and loved him.

G: oh.

R: you okay?

G: you don't like to talk about Papa.

R: no, no, I just... Miss him sometimes. And that's not a bad thing. People, they come and go. And sometimes they come back. Sometimes they don't. But, if they come back... Things are always different.

G: why?

R: well, people, they change. And grow. And sometimes, to change and grow, you have to be away from people. Even some people you really love.

G: like... How Papa went away?

R: yeah, like how Papa went away...

G: ...

R: Goth, do you know how caterpillars become butterflies?

G: oh, yes, they... Make a cocoon, and go in it, and then they become a butterfly!

R: that's right! But, it takes time for caterpillars to become butterflies.

G: how long?

R: weeks, sometimes.

G: gasp that's forever!

R: snickering yeah, well, people are just like butterflies. But going into their cocoon to grow... And change... It takes even longer. It takes years, sometimes.

G: years? But... That's so long... Won't they get sad?

R, tearful: they get very sad sometimes, yes. But we need to be sad to grow, sometimes. Your Papa, he went away because he needed that. And he was sad without you, and me, and the people he loved very very much. But, that's what he needed to grow and change.

G: he... He did? So... He became a butterfly?

R: yeah, he's... Very different now. He doesn't look the same. Just like a caterpillar doesn't look like a butterfly. And he doesn't act the same, just like Caterpillars don't fly and butterflies do, and his name is different, just like a caterpillar is called a Butterfly when it comes out of its cocoon. But one thing stays the same, do you know what that is?

Goth shakes his head, frowning

R: he is still your papa. And your papa loves you, more than anything in the whole multiverse.

G: do you promise?

R: it's not my place to promise.

G: oh...

R: do you, want to see him?

G, looking nervous: ... Are you sure...?

R: sure about what, dove?

G: that... Papa still loves me.

R: I'm never been more sure of anything, bud...

G: I... Want to see him.

R: Error, you can come in.

The door opens, and Error hesitantly steps through. He looks to Reaper first, and when his eyes fall to their little souling, tears come to his sockets.

Error: Hey, dove.

G: Papa?

E, walking over: yeah...

G: you're... Like a butterfly now?

E: yup, just like a butterfly.

G: do you have wings like dad now?

E, snickering and sniffling: no, not quite... I look pretty different though.

G: your skull is all better!

E, outright crying now: yeah, it is.

G: do you feel better now?

E, sitting down on the coffee table: I feel all better now.

G: ... Then... Why are you crying?

E: because I missed you... And I missed your dad, and... I'm happy I'm home.

G: are... Are you going to leave again?

E: no, I'm never going to leave you again.

G: do you promise?

E: cross my soul, I'm not leaving you again. I promise, little dove.

Error holds out his pinkie in a gentle offering, smiling a little.

G: your hands are colorful!

They take the offered pinkie and the promise is sealed.

E: yeah, they are.

G: ... Can I have a hug?

E: yeah... Yeah, always.

[102dirtbag]

Got caught on the job ( `_ゝ´). I love them so much <3.

Okay now back to requests

[nitrateglow]

HOLY SHIT YES FUCKING YES THE VERY TITLE OF THIS VIDEO GETS ME

I'm so sorry older movies don't overuse closeups and cut every 2 seconds. Doesn't make them plays, kids.

[yupthisisshe]

The Best Present is Love - Ron Weasley x gn! Reader

Warning: feelings of inadequacy; mild cursing (in my writing, not actually spoken by them and it’s only once)

A/N: we get a little angsty during holiday celebrations but I swear it’s resolved at the end; we get kinda sappy cause that's how I roll

You went to his room to find him and, sure enough, there he was, sat off the side of his bed producing a melancholy you could sense from his doorway. One of the gifts he received during the gift exchange sat in his hands as he stared at it, his mind clearly elsewhere. He hadn’t even noticed you at the door until you spoke.

“Hey Ron,” you said, informing him of your presence, “What’s up?”

“Oh just, looking at my gift from George and Fred. It’s surprisingly harmless,” he tells you, looking up at you with a bit of a smile. As soon as these words leave his mouth, he looks back down, under the guise of inspecting his brothers’ gift to him. But he’s not hiding anything from you. You saw him just now. He’s upset about something. Whether or not he’ll tell you right now is a different story.

“Yeah, better look out,” you say with a nudge. “But really,” you say, looking into his eyes, “what’s up?” As you say this, he looks back into your eyes. Caught off guard at first, but then giving a surrendering and soft look, and almost sort of smile.

“Should’ve known I can't hide much from you,” Ron says.

“No,” you say, cupping his face and applying a gentle kiss to it, “you can’t. So tell me, sweetheart. What’s bothering you? What's wrong?” you ask, still holding his face ever so tenderly, with so much love in your eyes. He could feel it, and so he shared his qualms with you.

“I’m afraid that you may not like it here, with my family.” You look at him, puzzled. He senses the question “Why?” occupying your mind right now. However, rather than interrupt, you chose to kneel down in front of him and wait for him to speak at his own pace. You placed your hands in his lap to comfort him and give him the opportunity to fiddle with your fingers if he wished. He did. “S’ just that, we’re so messy and- and loud and, well, we are far from perfect and we aren’t like other pureblood families and-” You stood up, and Ron stopped talking. He wasn’t sure why you stood up. He thought that maybe all he had done was mess up, and you realized he was right and he should've never said anything and-

Oh. You were hugging him.

You stood there, cradling him, and he just accepted it. He didn’t try to deny anything, he just accepted your embrace and care, left himself bare to you, and you took him in for all he was, you took his family in for all it was, and you loved it. Most of all -well you honestly could hardly just pick one thing- but you loved how much love there was within the Weasley household. And as for Ron, you loved him. You loved his hair, his eyes, his cute little nose, his body heat, and the way he always ran warm so you'd snuggle him in the common room when you studied and you were cold. Or even when you weren’t cold. You loved how he would occasionally complain that it was “too bloody hot” but would hold you tight as soon as you made any motion of leaving. You loved his sarcasm and -as much as you wanted to smack him sometimes (lovingly, of course)- you loved his smart remarks. You loved the way he could and would confidently state the obvious as if it were a new revelation of sorts. And although it could be frustrating at times, even his tendency to be rather dense was cute at times. You especially loved how sweet he was to you. You knew that he would let the world burn if it meant that the people he loved were protected, and that included you. You felt the same way about him.

“Ron,” you looked at him sweetly and then continued, “I love it here.”

“You… do?” He looked genuinely confused.

“I love it here too, Ron. I love the love that flows through this house. I love the chaos. I love the lively energy and how there’s never a dull moment —especially when George and Fred are bored. I love how each person in your family is so unique —you and the twins included— and how everyone has such a strong personality- yes, you included!” you added with a smile as you gripped his shoulders strongly but not roughly. “I always have an amazing and wonderful time here and I wouldn’t change anything about it.” This time it was Ron who pulled you into his grip. The hug was strong and firm and full of emotion and unspoken words. Unsaid, but understood all the same. That was another thing you loved about him -two actually: his bear hugs and the fact that even though he couldn’t always express himself in words, he made damn sure you knew he loved you and appreciated you. And you made sure he knew you loved and appreciated him just as much.

[broodwoof]

veilguard gave us...

a far more representative and diverse character creator

a conclusion to a story that was never guaranteed to have any conclusion

a nonbinary companion whose gender is unavoidable and cannot be recontextualized as something else

multiple trans characters

a very diverse set of companions

a character who was intentionally written as demisexual

another character who was intentionally written as having adhd

another character who was intentionally written as autistic

information about places we have never experienced in thedas

cameos, but many new characters besides

depth added to many of the familiar organizations and political systems; not because they were poorly written before, really, but because we just get to see more of them in veilguard

[hank-archive-animated]

Goodbyes.

Wolverine and the x-men: Season 1, Episode 1: Hindsight

[6-2-aestheticsofhate]

Even when your canon death draws nearer and nearer you still have to slay in the promo art for the game

[mediumgayitalian]

bruh i’m so annoyed. spent 2 hrs on a script for my programs, pushed hard as fuck to get it done and had to SPEED to work to make it on time, bc the script took so long, sent it to my boss to print and does she print it? no. she is nowhere to be found. and of course i do not have a print code. so. guess i’m just doing something fucking else i guess.

[sillysiluriforme]

mint pumpkin and sky blue :3

INSERT THE BAKED GOODS INTO MY MOUF

[palmolli]

I forgot to post her. Sorry, guys. I found a book on Greek mythology in my school with a sick art style, so I got the idea to draw Hylia wearing ancient Greek inspired fashion. She's supposed to have wings on her arms, but I was too lazy to draw them on the drawing in the middle.

Augfhhh I love herrrrr. She is on my mind CONSTANTLY. I wanna yap abt her so bad...

So I will

I headcanon her as having Blue Diamond's voice. It's got that graceful, calm quality I usually associate with her. I imagine her voice resembling that of a river. Usually calm and gentle, but it can be chaotic at times. Which kind of goes with her whole goddess of time thing, if you believe the theory the goddess of time and Hylia are one in the same. Because of that one Sheik quote.

I ALSSOOO headcanon she views Impa as a daughter. There's never any mention of Impa's parents, so she could've been an orphan that Hylia (literally) took under her wing, raising Impa as her own. Which only makes Hylia's death worse to me.

A lot of people villianize her when the golden three r litorley right there. In my headcanons, the golden three created Hylia with the specific purpose of guarding the triforce and the people of their land before completely abandoning her and just... leaving her to pick up the pieces. I'm not saying she's perfect, nonono, just morally gray. (Morallygrayhyliaforthewin)

djwkdbiwhs anyways. I am Hylia's number one fan!!! (She's basically an oc at this point.)

[thesamsam]

me commenting rage baits for THOSE tiktok marauders fans 🤭