#prev SO REAL

[carolinemp3]

ok im not signed into my other acc on my phone and chances are im getting jailed relatively soon so im just gonna edit this post all day when i want to post

well. that cowboy hat jackles picture got me jailed

yk i like to think of myself as a really normal well adjusted guy

14x15 fucked w me a bit i think just bc i say skedaddle so often. so often. like its a Large part of my vocabulary. and now every time i say it justin!sam pops into my head 😔😔

pretend im reblogging this post https://www.tumblr.com/bloodydeanwinchester/724367207517274112

reblogging this https://www.tumblr.com/sauntering-vaguely-downwards/724367051448320000

I HAVE WORK. IN 7 MINUTES. AND THIS SHOWS UP IN MY NOTIFS https://www.tumblr.com/powerfulblob/724367997920231424/whos-dean-winchester

rbing this 20 times :) https://www.tumblr.com/transfagfrank/724336004544315392/hi-mutuals-we-should-all-hold-hands-forever

rbing this also. 5 times at least https://www.tumblr.com/transfagfrank/724331836684238848

[koka-mi]

TYSM FOR THE TAG AMI WAHHHH YAYYY

I’m getting my eyebrows waxed in a couple of days so I made them thin this time! >:3

@nonomikun @aubr33yyy @angelstrash I KNOW YALL HAVE PROBABLY DONE THIS PICREW EIGHT QUADRILLION TIMES ALREADY BUT I WANTED TO TAG YALL <33/NF OFC

Tag game: make yourself as a little guy

Tagged by: @thanatos-zagreus-shagreus

Tagging: @thiamsxbitch @rhyslahey @myinnerguineapig and whoever else is up for doing it 💙

[beif0ngs]

everyone on tumblr @Buggy the 🤡 right now 

[kiidart]

(click for better quality! 🖥️)

pt.1 pt.3

i love bratty computers breathe if u agree <3

this is a little long, so continue reading below! :3

[mossy-aro]

tbh as much as i do think it is worthwhile to discuss the topic of shipping aromantic/asexual characters and the nuances of it all (as well as the general attitude allos have towards aspecs in fandom spaces). it also makes me sigh equally because like... what characters. i'll be real guys we don't even have characters to discourse over. literally there are like 3 ever and none of those have fandoms anyway and the ones which do are like 'it was confirmed on twitter in a nebulously worded post by the creator'. its so bad out here

[amyp0nd]

(x)

DOCTOR WHO The Giggle

+bonus

[clumsypuppy]

whatever. go my scarab

ive been watching scruffys pikmin 4 playthrough (go check it out!!!!)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

There's nothing he can't do. Yet.

(Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll!)

[filialdisciple]

—a tangcheong reincarnation ficlet set during the shaolin tournament arc 👍

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Part 1 2 3

baek cheon didn't think much of the loud commotion being made in the audience stands as a large family entered the arena.

"huh? what's all that noise over there?" yoon jong voiced out.

the rest of the mount hua disciples turned their heads in the direction yoon jong was pointing at and they watched as people unabashedly stared at the person in the center of the group.

"you missing a cousin or something, samae?" one of the disciples joked.

the man in question looked closer to a tang than he did his own family members who walked beside him. whereas their hair were varying shades of light brown, his was dark and closer to tang soso's own color.

tang soso frowned, narrowing her eyes as she tried to peer at his features which were slightly too far to distinguish properly.

"I don't recall having any cousins in shaolin..." she mutters as yu iseol also tilted her head in question.

the man's gaze sweeped lazily across the arena. even from afar, baek cheon could tell that the man's gaze was contemptuous.

he didn't need to use his qi to enhance his eyesight to know that the gaze that was thrown towards the sect leaders' stand was absolutely scathing.

jo gul scratched his cheek. "he must be the rumored son of the zheng merchant family. see the crest on his robes?"

"what do you know of him?" baek cheon asked. he doesn't really understand why but a part of him felt like he had to be on-guard towards the strange man.

"not much," jo gul winced, "just that he's a bit older than us and that he...mildly poisoned one of the daughters of another family in sichuan."

"..."

they all turned towards tang soso.

"are you sure he's not part-tang or something?" yoon jong asked.

their conversation is abruptly interrupted by loud shouts cheering for shaolin.

the disciples of mount hua shared resolute nods as they began marching forward, letting the praises pouring out from the audience straighten their spines and walk more resolutely.

chung myung seamlessly slipped back into their fold, the money pouches he brought with him noticably emptier than when he had arrived.

it felt as if the cheers for them rang louder than those for shaolin. it was a very ovewhelming feeling and all of them could feel the pressure on their shoulders.

once again, they watch the reliable back of their sajil as chung myung finally sets foot on the stage, gazing up.

the current head of the zheng family was not influenced by the excitement that seemed to radiate from his fellow tournament-goers. rather, his eyes were locked on the face of his elder brother who he had never seen look as emotional as he did now.

there was disbelief on his face. he wore a strange expression which wavered between hope and doubt. unfathomable emotions swam in his eyes.

"ge, is everything alright?" he worriedly asked. "if you wish to leave, we don't have to—"

"no." zheng bo cut him off. "we're staying."

he shared concerned looks with his other siblings, but they silently agreed to let it be.

their eldest brother had always been distant, but he was never unkind to them.

they could never understand where the weight zheng bo seemed to always carry on his shoulders came from, but he never lashed at them.

they had never known zheng bo to be anything other than melancholic, so seeing the way the beginnings of a lively spark enter his eyes...

it was as if they were watching him transform into someone else for a moment.

"hyung...?" zheng bo murmured as he practically threw himself over the railing to get a closer look.

luckily, their youngest sibling, about the same age as the youngest second class disciple of mount hua, managed to pull their eldest brother back by the robe.

"zheng bo, what's gotten into you?" their mother worriedly clutched at him.

a string of incomprehensible muttering escaped zheng bo's lips. "...a descendant? no, he—a wife? no, as if..."

questioning stares were thrown their way from other audience members, but they were quickly distracted by the start of the deciding battle between the two finalists.

it was a battle that no one could have ever expected.

it felt too one-sided and the zheng family, as with the rest of the spectators, found themselves at a complete loss over the practically one-sided battle between shaolin's hye yeon and mount hua's chung myung.

there was heavy and glooming feeling charging the atmosphere. the previous racuous and excited cheers turned into silent feelings of apprehension and confusion.

“this is nothing compared to what mount hua has been through.”

zheng bo let out a pained, heartaching noise.

"ge," the second zheng son started, still lost. "do you know what he's talking about?"

it seemed to him that chung myung was talking about something beyond the prior slow decline of their sect.

zheng bo seemed to be too overcome with his own emotions to answer.

they all turned back their heads to the stage and were graced with the sight of a soft curve of a blade that arched beautifully, tearing apart all the golden winds thrown towards its weilder's way by hye yeon.

"beautiful..." someone in the audience behind them mumbled.

and it truly was a mesmerizing sight to see.

and it became all the more so when plum blossoms pink, an unstoppable multitude, bloomed from chung myung's sword.

tang bo crumpled where he had was standing.

happiness, guilt, and, most of all, /relief/ wrapped themselves around his heart—his heart which, for the longest time, for over three decades, had been hollowed and emptied out of any possible feelings.

"you're here too."

tang bo didn't have to be alone anymore.

[icharchivist]

it still makes me genuinely offended that DAVG opens on Varric narrating about Solas and going "Solas is very against slavery, one of the only thing we agree on", because i've seen people say "well yeah i hope so it's the bare minimum" and like

Literally half the cast of DAI for example, yknow, the game Solas and Varric met on, were pro-slavery in one shape or form. The one thing DAVG doesn't tell you is what Solas considers to be Slavery to start with, because it is how some companions will tell you "yeah i'm against slavery" and then will talk about somehow removing someone's freedom completely in one shape or form. Look at DAI's Solas' banters with Dorian (who's in DAVG and is a slavery abolitionist SPECIFICALLY, as said in the books, because Solas changed his mind in DAI) or with Iron Bull and you'll learn a lot.

"the one thing we agreed on" is super fucking funny from the character who has always famously been a Centrist, who genuinely didn't want to listen to Anders in da2 when Anders was talking about the inherent slavery of the Circles, and, if Hawke sides with the System rather than the oppressed in da2, Varric will disapprove of Mage Freedom in DAI, which is one of the type of slavery Solas is fighting against for example. Just because the game doesn't allow you to import Varric's past doesn't erase that Varric is a centrist as fuck.

Like sorry it's not our fault DAVG have the most innoffensive companion cast in the whole franchise that you don't know how it's like to have companions with actual offensive opinions that exists to challenge your point of view but that doesn't mean you know exactly how DA companions usually work and why it's an important part of Solas' character.

And sorry also that the game talks so little about Slavery and the multiple ways it manifest in Thedas but that doesn't mean you should just take that at face value.

"gngngn Solas being anti-slavery is the bare minimum" tell that to Varric the Centrist for fuck's sake you DONT KNOW HIM.

[huellitaa]

[primatechnosynthpop]

[ID: a doodle of the new kids on the rock. Neil is down on his knees clutching his head with a pained expression, with purple effect lines around his head. Ryan is holding up a hand with a purple glow around it, aimed toward Neil, and saying "Psychic blast", with the words in a large purple font with a shadow effect. Kevin incredulously asks "dude why did you psychic blast him?" with the words "psychic blast" in the same font.

Under the readmore is the same drawing, only Kevin has his current appearance-- bearded, bald and wearing a baseball cap. End ID]

this episode of new kids on the rock was kinda weird

A bald Kevin alt just for you (I originally designed them to be their 2016 counterparts for a comic whoopsies)

[ohsweetflips]

my neutral dragon age trait is that 50% of the time i'm like "the more i critique the games, the more i love them. i can appreciate each game for what they are but my criticism and frustration over what they could be are a sign of love" and the other 50% is like "this is the writing of the dragon age series. sure. why not. this may as well happen."

[little-piece-of-tamlin]

if you are a dnd player and you swear up and down how excited you are for the game and then you end up cancelling twice bc your boyfriend is over. then im gonna start doubting if you really care and if you have a place in my group

[lektricfergus]

[id: squidward from spongebob holding a telescope and pointing, wide-eyed. it is captioned “white” in all caps impact font. /end id]

me when taylor swift says she wishes it was the 1830s:😳😨👎👎👎👎

me when lana says "i believe in the country america used to be":👼🙈🙉🙊

[serbarris]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for tagging me @trashwithvariety 💖💖

“Emmrich, this is far too much! I can’t imagine what it must have cost!” Emmrich paused his careful mapping of Rook’s neck with his lips and moved closer to her ear, his light stubble scratching at Rook’s skin. He knew of her little crush—she had mentioned it the once and never again. She had noticed him while he overlooked her. If he’d known, all those years ago—no. He wouldn’t do that to himself. He let himself think about it as little as possible. He allowed himself to think about her in the library. A young woman who delivered his books, the ‘Miss Calliope’ that Audric spoke so highly of. He should have noticed her then, at the very least.

From the next chapter of At Best You Find A Little Remedy on ao3