#so yeah... sorry anon

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

can you come back to the fandom please? miss your posts :(

Sorry, anon, I can't be as active in the fandom due to very important work.

[manchesterau]

what's the december thing? can you explain im trying to decipher spoilers!!

OKAY OKAY so *spoilers for tit*

since the dawn of the first phannie everyone thought that dan and phil's anniversary was in october (when they first met/when they filmed pinof). that has always been thee dan and phil anniversary, it's the one everyone celebrates. we know it, dan and phil know that we think that, etc

now there have been theories/discussions that their REAL anniversary is in december but again we've never celebrated december as their anniversary it's ALWAYS been october

so today during the show phil said that in december it will be 15 years of dan and phil (here is a blog that was there)(and here is another blog with context)

so basically....phil has confirmed that december is their anniversary! and it's not a slip up because i mean...october dnp anniversary is iconic and if it was a slip up he'd just correct himself!

thanks to @10yearsofdnp we have these and these from the first week in december in 2009 where it seems they started officially seeing each other and some people have pointed out that they have the first week off in december and that they've done this before with tatinof (here)

also im freaking out because after they decided to share their real anniversary with us after celebrating it privately for 15 years

[trustymikh]

cat dad Giovanni?

Sure is!!!!

this man loves his cat more than his own son

[semperamans]

Wait because I'm so obsessed with Benny's doll wanting more, deeper kisses and him in her bed but he's determined not to fuck it up! To woo and romance her, treat her like a lady but she's sooo desperate, she's just a girl!

(can I sign off with ✨ so you know it's me sending asks? :3)

oooooh this… this is dangerous… this got me thinking… i am having so many thoughts… i need to lay down :’(

“doll,” benny lets out an almost pained grunt from the back of his throat. “y’gotta stop movin’ like that. won’t-won’t be able to stop,” he’s got his hands on your hips, grip so tight it almost hurts, but you like it, like it so much that you repeat that sinful action, seeking gratification and when your boy drops his head and lets out another noise you’ve never heard before you figure you’re doing a good job.

you see, benny knew from the moment he entered your room that he fucked up. he loves you and there is so much of you around that it’s almost hard to fucking breathe. your nail polishes are displayed on a pretty little tray atop the vanity. old posters from girlhood are pinned into the wallpaper. there’s a long-eared bunny plush thrown haphazardly across your frilly bedding and do you sleep with that? benny doesn’t ask because he knows :( and he finds it so. fucking. cute. :(

but now he’s really fucked. god he’s so very fucked. he should have told you no the second he heard your folks weren’t home and ‘specially when you told him they weren’t coming back til tomorrow. no no no it wasn’t supposed to be like this. he was supposed to go slow with you, with this; to take you on dates and give you his last name and protect you but now you’re beneath him, thighs parted, heel of your foot digging into the dimple at his spine, satin sleep shorts riding dangerously high up your leg. he hadn’t expected you to know how to move like that; caught him by surprise you did, such a sneaky thing but now he wants more and knows he can’t have it. shouldn’t have it. shouldn’t want it the way he does but you’re repeating his name like a prayer and he hasn’t even touched you yet :( so what are you going to be like when he does :( the thought makes him shiver.

“baby,” he says, but he’s a weak man. so weak for you, for his preening little lady, that he has to stop, clear his throat, and try again. “baby-oh fuck-honey, hey, hey, shhh.” “just need you benny.” you’re in tears. “want you to be close. gotta have you so close. please? please more.” he’s dizzy. so dizzy dizzy dizzy that he’s gotta lay his forehead on yours and try to collect himself, his thoughts, but it’s impossible when you sound like that and when you’re asking so nicely? :( his polite girl. “don’t you love me, benny?” you’re playing him. there’s not a doubt in your mind that he loves you. he’d do anything for you and your lust addled conscience weaponizes his unyielding affection. anything to get him closer closer closer. “love me, benny. c’mon. please? please love on me.”

and when you put it like that… how can he turn you down?

[om0000]

hi guys

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

why r sugurus and satorus manspread so NYYYASSTTYYYYYYY 😭😭 these bitches be takin up the whole space like close those legs damn

ANON I UNDERSTAND YOUR GRIEVANCES BUT PLEASE SAVE IT FOR SUGURU….. satoru manspreads occasionally but most of the time he sits like a dainty little princess, LOOK AT THIS MAN.

WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS……

[malenjoyer]

Good morning 🙏🏼

I want to thank everyone their support with reblogging my stuff over the years and reblogging some of the context of the situation.

Tumblr and Instagram is filled with the most supportive people I’ve ever had the chance of meeting. The last time something like this happened, I didn’t have much support, not even from people I thought were close to me. It took me a year or two to be okay with being perceived again in fandoms. So I’m very grateful for everything.

I just wanted to post that I appreciate all of the asks and I’ve been reading all of them. I actually get anxious I’m spamming everyone too much so I probably won’t reply to everything. Please don’t feel pressured to support me financially, there’s is a free option on patreon to follow. I’ll post future project plans and occasional updates because I still love comics and I still love DC/Marvel. I do enjoy having people following along for my art/reading journey so I would always be okay with people just following for free. My brain is telling me this post is too long now so I will go 🙏🏼😭

[dankmaths]

I'm like 90% sure if I don't get more of your ghost au I may just implode so like 🥺👉👈

not necessarily my AU but i ended up drawing smth based on a scene from @novethegreat's fic, "In Love With A Ghost". ooohhhh you wanna read it so bad ooooohh

+more google doc delusions ive had in my head for a long time and havent been possessed to draw under the cut please work god please

i like to think once yosuke gets over the whole undead roommate thing he starts to feel bad for leaving yu at home all day. (like a pet dog.....) so at some point he invites chie and yukiko over. maybe it’s a study session. but at first yukiko can’t make it so it’s just chie. yosuke tells yu to stay put in the room since chie is scared of ghosts (just like yosuke she’ll never admit it though lol). chie says that she and yukiko have been working on a new recipe and offers to cook which yosuke shoots down Very quickly, offering to cook himself, since a "friend" of his has been teaching him-- he very conveniently leaves out the whole undead roommate thing. but when he’s preparing the food he accidentally cuts his finger. yu forgets what he’s told and rushes through the walls into the kitchen scaring chie on accident.

yosuke: OW shit

yu: (phasing through the wall) yosuke! are you ok?

chie: yosuke! are youuuuuuUUUUAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

yukiko, the occult lover, is unable to see/hear ghosts… but when she hears abt "OHHH HANAMURAS APT IS HAUNTED ITS SO SCARY ITS AWFUL!!! i mean the ghost didnt kill me or anything he was actually pretty polite but its AWFUL!!!!!!" from chie, she gets sooo excited and begs yosuke to invite her over (for the ghost obviously not for yosuke. which is a bit of a blow to his ego LOL). and she comes in with a ouija board so she can talk to yu

yukiko: so. where is it?

yosuke: his name is yu. damn, not even a hello.

yukiko: well, where is he?

yosuke: …right over there.

yu tries to play along bc he thinks its fun, to yosukes exasperation. however he has trouble staying solid for very long so it takes foreverrrrr. but basically i think yu and yukiko writing each other notes to communicate like point blank pen pals would be cute… also when the others are around who can hear yu, playing telephone with what he says to yukiko and fucking it up (on accident OR on purpose) would be rly funny

[hrokkall]

draw minophus,,, plsss =*^*=

Monochrome old man yaoi sketch. For you

[cherrirui-official]

Friendlocke Violet Gijinkas (Part 1/7)

Since the edited episodes are starting to come out, I figured that bc of that and the fact that I've been keeping this in the back burner for a loooong while now, might as well complete all my friendlocke violet gijinkas!! Some are gonna stay the same while others are gonna have slight/ complete redesigns, so please keep that in mind!

I plan on posting them in order by groups of three, so there's gonna be seven parts in total, all of which I'll be linking here when done vvv

(Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven)

!! These will contain personal headcanons I have for the cast, little fun facts, and also spoilers for Friendlocke Violet (for both the edited vids and the streams) !!

@saltydkart-reblogs

And that's pretty much it, designs under the cut!

LARK:

HUGE nerd. spent most of his time during the Uva Academy studying different kinds of pokemon as well as different fighting styles he can utilize once he is able to go out on his own journey with his very own trainer! Too bad that didn't really help in the long run...

His entire wardrobe consists of McDonald's related outfits. It's fucking insane. He even has some from long LONG ago that aren't available anywhere else.

The bubble pattern on his hair is able to move and change. Nobody knows how this is possible, not even Lark himself. All Lark knows is that his hair looks incredibly stylish!

Speaking of bubbles, he has the ability to blow bubbles whenever and wherever he pleases!

Often keeps himself extremely clean and gets upset if even a small speck of dirt gets on him, despite this he somehow smells like McDonald's food and axe body spray. Disgusting. He's so cool!

Even after death he still likes to hang around the other team members as a ghost, often getting to know the newer members as well as reuniting with the old ones. Sometimes they see him, sometimes they don't. It usually depends.

SARA:

Due to being a human in her past life, Sara is able to actually speak with the other humans in the pokemon world. However she usually doesn't due to it being seen as extremely weird and out of place. She did slip up once while talking in the presence of Arven, who thought it was the weed making him hear things.

Oinkologne are usually unable to do much with their hooves but Sara spent nights practicing how to knit with her new hooves and now she's able to do it flawlessly. I don't know how she managed to do that but go queen!

When first joining the team she'd often have the urge to eat her food related companions. It was a strange time for Sara, but she managed to overcome it.

When Peppy gets sick, she usually is the one who nurses him back to health. She was a human once so she often is able to figure out whatever sickness Peppy has and treat it properly. I suppose she's like a second mother to him.

The bag she carries with her is full of thread that she collected from various Tarountula she encountered on the journey, as well as little things she knits together in her spare time.

For the most part, Sara forgives... but NEVER forgets.

Did you guys know that Sara has a new YouTube channel? Check it out!

Pastey:

Before joining the team, Pastey was a nameless wanderer. He's been down every road in Paldea and knows almost the entire region (except for Area Zero) like the back of his hand.

He's gotten hurt pretty badly throughout the run (ie. the Mikey fight, the Atticus fight, and ESPECIALLY the final battle), however, he does not gain any (physical) scars from those fights. This is bc he's basically an axolotl, and axolotls are usually able to heal without scarring.

Pastey's "arms" are, to put it simply, mud prosthetics. More info here vvv

Pastey HAS met Mall Bingo once before the run, however, he doesn't recognize her. The only reason he does not recognize her is bc she wears glasses. (You know how people somehow aren't able to recognize Superman bc he wears glasses in his civilian attire even tho his face remains the same? It's basically like that lmao)

Unlike the lightbulbs he eats, the gasoline he drinks isn't really mandatory to his diet. Gasoline is like alcohol to him and he drinks it like an absolute CHAMP.

He goes fishing when there's nothing else to do or when he can't sleep at night. He doesn't do this bc he thinks it's fun or anything, only bc it's a "good time passer" or so he claims. Other members of the team will often sit with him and vent out anything that's troubling them at the moment, and Pastey is always there to listen to them.

And that's pretty much it. Next is Joe, Hannah Ü, and Mykyie!

[evil-mcytblrconfessions]

hey!! can we like!! not send tons of hate and harassment to flower husbands fans!!!???

some of my friends have been receiving a ton of it lately and it’s ridiculous. just because someone likes a ship that you think is abusive for some reason (it’s not) THAT DOESNT MEAN THEY SUPPORT ABUSE AND DESERVE DEATH THREATS!!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE GENUINELY STOP. JUST BLOCK THEIR BLOG AND THE TAG AND MOVE ALONG

i really hope i don’t start getting some

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[penwrythe]

What's stopping the possibility of a ceasefire is pretty simple. Hamas is holding 239 Israeli civilians hostage including children and the elderly. What's happening in Palestine is a travesty and horrendous. But Israel can't initiate a ceasefire from the position they're in, so we need to be agitating for Hamas to release the hostages and call for a ceasefire instead.

NO GENOCIDE IS JUSTIFIABLE

HOW DOES THE KILLING OF INNOCENT PEOPLE ON THIS EXTREME LEVEL FORCE HAMAS TO RETURN HOSTAGES??

ISRAEL'S BOMBARDMENT AND INDISCRIMINATE SHOOTING IN GAZA THREATEN EVERYONE THERE INCLUDING DOCTORS JOURNALISTS CHILDREN ENTIRE FAMILIES AND THE HOSTAGES

EVERYONE IS TARGETED

YOU HAVE HOSPITALS BOMBED HOW ANY OF THIS IS JUSTIFIED

@sarroora @fairuzfan @palipunk @wearenotjustnumbers2

You know more about this than I do.

[achillean-knight]

Desperately need Michael angst. Pretty pleaseeeeee?

The Bite of 87

[new-revenant]

For the amusement park au

Danny consults Tucker on updating the park mascots so they're more appropriate for the modern day and still be ok for kids. Tucker, being the resident furry (which is canon), delivers. The characters are Wilfred Wolf, Robby Raccoon, Benson Beagle, Samson Skunk, and Hudson Hare. The mascots actually have their own attractions in the park on the kid's side

Yeah that checks out. Honestly really love Tucker being a furry, it’s so funny. I bet Wilfred is the hottest one. Robby is the second hottest and she and Samson are the only girl mascots.

[m1d-45]

You know, I've been thinking. The stars in our world often look quite dim, especially in areas where there is light pollution. Suddenly, I'm imagining that in the Imposter!AU, the Creator looks at the stars at night, captivated by their brilliance. Perhaps Scaramouche or Mona (Whichever you prefer, you may also just write another character you think fits this scenario :D) find them. The Creator looks at them, then back at the stars.

"They're very lovely, you know? The stars never shine this brightly back home. It's a lovely sight..."

They smile. "I'm happy that I'm able to see them, even if it's in another world. I appreciate you letting me look at them before I die."

Perhaps the character takes pause... And sits next to them.

It's a lovely night.

in the stars

word count: ~1k

-> warnings: violence, blood, both of those in your future so technically you’re not hurt yet, not written for mona mains, sorry, didn’t work with the plot :/ also diona/klee/qiqi/nahida/sayu mains are on thin ice with this one. questionable plot. barely edited.

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

< masterlist >

the stars never lie.

mona clutches her catalyst to her chest, wide eyes turned to the sky. she whispers to them, hoping they’ll change, shift into something she’ll understand, anything.

they don’t.

her head lowers, inspecting the book. thrilling tales, the spine reads, the cover a simplified dragon with a sword through it. she tries to read into it, to try and pick apart the motives behind the weapon, but all it returns is a simple needlepoint.

a compass. one she’d followed ever since she caved into the pull on her catalyst, one she’d followed out of the city at dusk and into the plains, hiking up starsnatch cliff at its behest. her twin tails had lost some of their curl on the journey, her hat flopping sadly. it was late, later than she’d normally be awake, and she stumbled once on a rock before quickly catching herself, checking to make sure you hadn’t moved.

you, sat at the peak of the cliff. you, surrounded by cecelias, face turned to the stars. you, who turned at her short cry.

“are you alright?”

she couldn’t bring her hands to shift her catalyst into its attack position. her hands, free from their usual gloves, dug into the cover of the book, shaking both with the chill of night and with… she couldn’t tell, couldn’t pin whether it was fear or nervousness, or something else that blurred the line between panic and excitement.

“just fine, thank you.”

her voice was harsher than it should have been. she could tell you were being genuine, the way the water in the air shaped around you like it wanted to cling made that clear enough, the stars shining down on you as if you were the only being on the planet.

the stars never lie. so why were they saying you meant no harm?

you turned back to the stars, your hands shifting back to weave into the grass between the cecelias.

"they’re very lovely tonight. the stars, i mean. they never shine this brightly back home….” against her better judgement, mona glanced up. the sky was particularly clear, constellations shining down unhindered. “it’s a beautiful sight.”

orders from the knights echoed in mona’s head, orders extended from a god she’d never met. she knew the knights wholeheartedly meant what they said, truly believing the words they were told, but you…

hesitantly, she brought her hand in a circle in front of her, scrying for your constellation. you didn’t have one, unsurprisingly, and she relaxed slightly in the knowledge that you didn’t have a vision.. still, there was something strange about the empty space where yours would have been. swapping the sigils and rotating the outer edge, mona decided to read your future.

all the air was sucked from her lungs, the images depicted in the water making her mouth dry. the water warped and bubbled a dark color, as if it itself hated to show what it did.

you were on your knees, tight steel chains wrapped around you and latched onto hooks in whatever you were sitting on. in front of you stood the favored, the creator’s most prized, their weapon drawn. their form was taught with anger, nearly seething. it was strange, so uncharacteristic that it froze the astrologist in place for a moment.

no matter how fiery the disposition, vessels of yours were calmer after being wished upon, heart stiller for being by your side. they, the most prominent on your team of them all, should be at most handling such a severe situation with a tick in their jaw and quiet fury in their eyes, not…

she watched with sick horror as the favored attacks once, your chest caving once, twice with hitched attempts at breathing before you slumped over, blood trickling from your neck. the favored stepped back, weapon dismissed, and mona closed the illusion before it played any further. she hadn’t meant to look all the way to your death, only a few-

…only a few hours.

her hands shake where they’re still clasped in front of her, the remains of her scrying circle swirling in her palms. you didn’t even have a day.

she let the water fall, sending it towards the cecelias around you, willing them to stand brighter as she approached. she couldn’t bring herself to summon her catalyst, not now that she knew what your fate held.

the grass was damp beneath her, seeping slightly into her nightclothes. you didn’t say anything, simply passing her a flower that you had been twirling in your palms. she willed it to heal, restored the color to its petals and the strength to its stem, then passed it back. she had no use for it, not when you…

you chuckled as you took it, staring down at it for a moment before turning skyward once more. mona followed your eyes up, spotting a well known constellation directly above you. nearly perfectly straight up, glowing like a beacon, was the constellation of the favored, six stars making themselves prominent against the dotted sea of night.

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

she swallowed, eyes flicking down to you. you were still watching the stars, probably tracing the shape of the constellation above you. unknowing of what it spelled for your fate, unknowing of the warning written above you.

mona settled into the grass a little more, taking her hat off her head so it wouldn’t fall when she looked up again.

“indeed, it is.”

[paceyjoeydaily]

DAWSON’S CREEK | 3x22 - “The Anti Prom”