#sort of anyway

[pien-art]

more good omens!! literally whats up with these guys

[rudjedet]

Dutch is great because so many idioms for killing someone contain the verb "to help". Het hoekje om/om zeep/naar de andere wereld - I'm just helping you get there. Doing you a favour, really.

[themoonking]

one thing i don’t think a lot of people understand about domestication is that it literally creates a new species. a dog is not a wolf. a housecat is not an african wildcat. a cow is not an aurochs. et cetera et cetera. by the end of the domestication process, the animal you have is literally a separate species than the animal you (or rather, your ancestors) started with.

when people talk about those russian foxes and say “domesticated red fox / domesticated vulpes vulpes” it makes my blood boil because if they were truly domesticated (which they are not) they literally wouldn’t be red foxes. they would be something entirely new. also, domestication is a process that takes thousands of years, and those russian foxes have only been a thing since the 1950s.

[hobbit--punk]

In case anyone’s wondering how our move to Madrid is working out, today involved my landlord toting a duffel bag full of chainmaille, plate armor, and a broadsword up to our apartment so he, my husband, and I could all nerd out about historical clothing together. The three of us wound up comparing notes through broken English, terrible Spanish, and Google Translate for an hour. 

Landlord: has mad metalworking and leatherworking skills, but no sewing skills and minimal woodworking skills. Needs a gambeson for his chainmaille and wants a wooden horse crest for his plate helmet. Can’t speak English well enough to find tutorials on YouTube.

My husband: has some metalworking skills including several years of making chain maille whne we were in uni, and mad woodworking skills including beginning carving. Has been wanting to learn to make swords for longer than we’ve been married.

Me: Has intermediate sewing skills, mostly in historical clothing and making quilts, is a native English speaker who knows how to find just about any skill set tutorial on YouTube. Has been wanting to experiment with medieval clothing.

Today has been a good day, y’all. 

[lieutenantraziel]

I’ve had this drawing in the back brain for years. It really is the best transformation

[dynamic-power]

Arrivals

Prompt: airport confessions

Words: 1.6k (listen, it got away from me, okay?)

5 airport proposals flight attendant Ian Gallagher witnesses

“First time?”

Ian looks away from the newly engaged couple standing and kissing in the middle of arrivals, close enough to the bottom of the escalator that they are causing a bit of a traffic jam to instead stare at the pilot who has just materialized on said escalator, two steps above him. 

Ian recognizes him immediately; Pilot Milkovich. He’d been one of the pilots on the flight that had just flown Ian from Austin to Chicago. He’s shorter than Ian, but the steps give him height advantage. His eyes are a bright, warm blue and his smile is tense, but in a way that’s tired, not forced. He's tattooed, the most notable of which are the "fuck u-up" across his knuckles with a bandaid censoring the word on his right hand, but Ian already gets the feeling he's a bit softer than he let's on.

“First time…?” Ian trails off. First time flying as an attendant? No, but it’s only his fifth, so he’s new enough. First time in Chicago? Fuck no, he grew up here.

“First time witnessing this sappy bullshit,” Milkovich says, nodding towards the couple who are now fully making out. 

Ian steps off the escalator, wheeling his small bag closely behind him. Milkovich steps off after him, and together, they squeeze through the gathering crowd to head towards the taxi corral. 

“Does that happen a lot?” Ian asks when they’ve stepped outside. 

Milkovich shrugs. “Not a lot. But it does happen. I don’t know what it is about airports, but people find that shit real romantic.”

“Blame it on the romcoms,” Ian muses. 

Milkovich opens the door of a waiting cab. “Headed to the hotel?”

“No,” Ian says. “I’m crashing at my brother’s place.”

“You from Chicago?”

“Southside.”

“No shit,” Milkovich says, thumbing at an eyebrow. “Me too.”

“No shit. Not staying with family?”

“Fuck no. ‘Sides, I got a flight in about twelve hours.”

“Me too.”

Milkovich smiles. “First leg headed to New York?”

“Uh, yeah, actually.”

“I’ll see you there, Red.” Milkovich climbs into the back of the cab with a wave and a charming smile and Ian almost doesn’t notice the next cab pull up, too busy watching the back of Milkovich’s head through the window. 

---

“Y’know,” Mickey says as they are walking through arrivals side-by-side, both bags on the outside so that they are close enough that their hands brush, “It’s kind of a shitty thing to do.”

“What is?” Ian asks. 

Mickey waves a hand towards a woman standing off to the left. She’s holding a great big neon yellow posterboard that says, “Anna, will you marry me?” in loopy script. Ian’s been flying for two months, and already this is the second proposal he’s seen.

“I dunno,” Ian says with a shrug. “I think it’s kinda sweet. The grand gestures, and all.”

Mickey grunts. “Of course you would, Ian. You’re a real romantic at heart, aren’t you?”

“What’s your problem with it, then?”

Mickey swings open the back door of a cab. Ian grabs their bags and motions for the driver to open the trunk. He tosses their bags in the back before climbing in beside Mickey. “It’s all so public,” Mickey says after Ian shuts the door. “What if poor Anna doesn’t want to marry her girlfriend? She becomes the asshole if she says no. But she’s also the asshole if she says yes and has to tell her girlfriend later that the answer is no.”

“Why does the answer have to be no?” Ian challenges. 

“It doesn’t have to be,” Mickey says with a shake of his head. Sacramento comes to view in the distance. “But I’m just saying, if it is.”

“I think, if you’ve been in a relationship long enough to consider marriage, you’ve probably talked about it before. I don’t think people actually ask without already knowing the answer.”

“Thought about getting engaged a lot, have you?” Mickey teases. 

“No,” Ian insists, but he feels his face flush. “Whatever, fuck you.”

“I’m sure your future wife is just as much of a sap as you.”

Ian can’t help it; he laughs. “Uh. No. No, you’ve got me wrong. There is no future wife.”

He can feel Mickey staring at him, considering him, and he wonders briefly if he made a mistake. He stares down at his feet, waiting for the tense silence to come to an end. 

“Oh. Me, too,” Mickey says softly. 

Ian’s head whips up, eyes wide and mouth open. “You mean you’re…” he trails off, unable to get the word across his tongue. 

“Gay?” Mickey supplies for him, cheeks turning pink. He turns away from Ian and stares out the window. “Yeah, not a big deal.”

But Ian can’t help but continue to watch Mickey as though he’s seeing him for the first time.

---

“I’m meeting up with Carl for drinks,” Ian says as he and Mickey step onto the escalator. They are on one step, their bags on the one above them. “Would you wanna come?”

“Don’t you have a flight tomorrow morning?”

“Nah,” Ian says with a grin. “I traded with Lisa. She wanted to see her new niece, so she’s headed to Indy. I’ll be on your flight to Portland the day after.”

“Will you ever let me fly in fuckin’ peace, Gallagher?”

It’s been nearly six months, and Ian has enjoyed his flights with Mickey the most. “Nope.” They step into arrivals, and Ian asks again, “So, drinks?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Mickey says, but Ian can see by his smile and the glint in his eyes that he’s pleased to have been invited. 

Ian’s pleased, too. He’s about to open his mouth, tell Mickey that Carl will be there with a date, and that he’d really like it if this was a date for them, too, when a man rushes by them. Mickey and Ian both turn just in time to see the man scooping a woman into his arms just a couple feet behind them. When he drops to his knees, Ian stops entirely and Mickey groans under his breath. 

“Lea,” the man says, shouting over the noise of people gasping and muttering and cheering around them, “will you marry me?”

Ian doesn’t get to see the reply because Mickey is gripping his elbow and pulling him away. “Come on, Red,” he says, sounding annoyed, but he’s smiling softly. “We gotta get to the hotel to clean up if you really want to go out tonight.”

Ian follows Mickey. When Mickey goes to pull his hand away from Ian’s arm, Ian catches it. He steels his nerves and twines their fingers together. “Mick, about tonight.”

---

“Of course I think we should keep living in Chicago,” Mickey says, gripping Ian’s hand as they step onto the escalator down to arrivals. LAX is busy today, people crowd them from every side, so he doesn’t hesitate to squeeze Mickey’s hand and pull him closer. “Your family is there, Mandy is there. I’m not saying we should move. I’m just saying you should move in with me.”

It makes sense, Ian knows it does; they’ve been together for a year, and his lease is coming to an end, and he hardly spends any time there, anyway. 

“Make it all official, and shit,” Mickey says.

“We should get a dog.”

“Who will watch the dog when we aren’t there?”

“We’ll share custody with Lip and the kids.”

“Lip would fuckin’ hate that.”

“Exactly.”

“We should think about making it really official.”

Ian freezes, nearly tripping as they get to the bottom of the escalator. “What?” he says, sure that Mickey couldn’t possibly mean what he thinks he means. 

“Yeah,” Mickey says, keeping a step ahead of Ian. His voice is soft, unsure. “I mean, it’s the next step, right? Get the house, the dog, then get-”

There’s a shriek to their left, and two men are hugging and crying and kissing. Mickey usually rolls his eyes and pulls Ian along. But this time, Ian nearly runs into him as Mickey stops and turns to watch. They linger, watch as one man slips a ring onto the other’s finger, watch as they kiss, and accept congratulations from people around them. Ian thinks, not for the first time, that it’s a rather sweet scene.

“Get married,” Mickey finally finishes. He sounds distracted, but looks up at Ian with wide, blue eyes. 

Ian’s heart is pounding. “You wanna marry me, Milkovich?”

Mickey shrugs and thumbs at his nose. Ian knows Mickey is nervous, too. “I might, Gallagher. I dunno.”

Ian reaches out and grabs Mickey’s hand, tangling their fingers together. “We can talk about it, if you want.”

“Let’s start with moving you into my place, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

---

Ian is glad to be back in Chicago. He’s only been away for a couple of days, but Mickey had been away for a few days before that, so it’s been a week since he’s seen his boyfriend and he’s really missing him. 

He’s scrolling through his messages as he takes the escalator down to arrivals, wondering why he hasn’t heard from Mickey, when movement ahead of him catches his eye. 

The crowd is parting, because Mickey is standing there, holding a bunch of flowers, with the entirety of Ian’s family standing just behind him. Ian suddenly can’t wait, takes the last few steps down and runs towards Mickey. He abandons his bag in favor of wrapping Mickey up in his arms. The flowers press akwardly against his back, but that doesn’t matter because his face is buried in Mickey’s neck and he’s home.

“I know you like this romantic crap,” Mickey mumbles, pushing Ian back so he’s at arms length. He hands Ian the flowers, which he eagerly accepts, and digs around in the pocket of his jeans for a moment. When he pulls his hand out again, he sinks to one knee, offering the silver ring out to Ian. 

Ian laughs. He laughs so hard he cries, or maybe he just cries. 

“This, uh, kinda felt appropriate, I guess,” Mickey says as he grins up him. “Marry me?”

Ian pulls Mickey up and into a kiss, wrapping his arms around Mickey’s shoulders, digging his fingers into his hair. 

“Is that a yes, Gallagher?” Mickey pants when Ian lets him go again. 

“Of course that’s a yes, Milkovich.”

[midnightsun-if]

R waking up in the middle of the night to a crunching sound only to get a heart attack from seeing the mc sitting in the dark watching them

"Uh...want some...chips?"

R would be extremely creeped out if the MC was just sitting in their room— as I think we all would be. Though, R being R, would quip: “This right here.” Gesturing to their body, eyes narrowed. “Is not an all you can eat buffet, okay? I know I said I was a snack, but I didn’t mean literally.”

Now, I don’t know if the MC is the one asking R if they want chips, but if that’s the case, R would be silent for a moment, wondering what the hell is going on, before muttering: “Of course, I want chips. Have any dip?”

[amabeeze3al]

Y'ALL why the FUCK are the Mappa animators showing of the CORPSE of a DEAD FIFTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL like teenage boys show off their Bugattis on tiktok. They got her ass at EVERY angle. They even added an INTERNAL SHOT from inside her popped fuckin' eyesocket PLEASE.

Mappa really dropped this at our feet like a cat brings dead fucking birds. That's the energy this emits. They're so proud of themselves.

If you REALLY want to dig in they even added "that one random item that's here for some reason that has literally nothing to do with cars but why not". Like people will just. Set their cat or a bottle of some expensive fancy brand of alcohol on top of their car and have a shot of it for. . . I don't know? An attention grab or something, EXEPT THE RANDOM ITEM IS JUST HER EYEBALL AFTER IT GOT SUPER SOAKERED OUT OF HER HEAD?? That's VILE man. This shit requires a life sentence MINIMUM. DAMN.

And then they have the AUDACITY to tease us that she might come back. I'VE SEEN THE NEW MANGA CHAPTERS they are NOT bringing her ass back (unless they pull a SIKE at the very end or something but come ON) but he looks so HOPEFUL I'm SICK.

GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU-

[incorrecttigerandbunny]

Agnes: Origami, where have you been? You left your cell phone on your desk, and I assumed you were dead.

Ivan: Mm, I would clearly be buried with my phone.

[wolfeyedwitch]

Hospital and Recovery Whump Dialogue

"Ew, why does my mouth taste so gross?" "That would be the iodine they swabbed your nose with before putting you under."

*reading medication list* "Ketamine? Like Special K? Man, that must have been some kind of party!" "Yeah, such a party that you were unconscious for the whole thing."

(alternatively) "Ketamine? Like Special K? Why would they give me that???" "Oh, maybe so that you wouldn't wake up during surgery?"

"Caretaker? Where are my clothes?" "Same place they were the last five times you asked; are you going to remember this time?"

"My teacher always said the winner of the knife fight goes to the hospital, and the loser goes to the morgue. I'm pretty sure this counts as me losing the knife fight though..." "Whumpee, it wasn't a knife fight, it was surgery!" "Same difference."

"Whumpee, stop moving or you're gonna rip your stitches!" "Right, the dissolvable stitches. I had momentarily forgotten that my insides are being held together by spun sugar."

"Ugh, it itches so much!" "That means it's healing. Now stop scratching before I have to find a cone of shame."

"Ooh, type O blood! You should totally donate!" "Uh, maybe later, when I'm not actively bleeding."

[toothwalker]

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Sonic falling in Sonic X:

Amy falling in the latest comic:

[reclusiveopossum]

Laying on my stomach on the deck, sun beating down against my back, with a small snake resting in my palms. Just resting. Not trying to get away, quiet, still, sunbathing same as I was. I could feel his sides expand with every soft breath even as my chest pressed into the wood beneath me with each of mine, far slower than his. Breathing. Quiet. Nothing else but feeling the rhythm of his air intake and my cheek on the warm planks.

[morgana-ren]

wait now i want mindflayer lore 👀

Alright, my boyfriend and I went and did a little experiment for y'all tentacle fuckers, and I don't think you're going to like the findings.

The Emperor is using you.

He will straight up admit it. Deny him everything. Do not trust him. He will show his true colors. He will show you he is a liar and he will straight up tell you. He will show you he is a liar and straight up admit that he is manipulating and using you.

Now, on one hand, it's super hot to imagine a mindflayer loving and caring and whatever else-- and that is the fantasy he offers. He offers to be 'the different' mindflayer. The one that still feels and has memories and fights to be human-- you know, what you want to hear.

I had my doubts because even Jergal says to you without a fucking doubt: 'mindflayers do not have souls.'

And he says it without any shadow of a doubt. At first, I had to consider the source, but knowing what I know, I think he might have been right.

Here's what I know lorewise to back it up:

Mindflayers who break from the hivemind seek to become the new hivemind. They are sadistic manipulators who have been ripped from their bodies and born anew into an alien form that thinks entirely different. There literally isn't a trace of their old mind left. That's just not really how it works.

The ones that are clever enough to break out of their hivemind (or 'brain') are exceedingly rare and always end up seeking to become the new brain with other mindflayers at their disposal to accomplish their goal-- which is always domination.

When they are born as mindflayers, there really isn't a single semblance of their former selves left. They might be able to remember, but they look through another person's eyes when they see their memories. They are aware of it, but they do not feel for it. It's part of why the Emperor is able to manipulate so effectively. He can pretend he remembers what it's like, because he remembers his former emotions and can play them.

I think the Emperor was one of the mindflayers canny enough to break from the Hivemind (netherbrain) and set his own goals. He doesn't want friendship with humans. Fuck no. He is working to dismantle the netherbrain because it's an active problem for his dominion. There can only be one. He pretty much admits this straight up.

Now, if you're still interested in mindflayer lore, I'm more than happy to oblige. BG is a bit interesting as you run into way more mindflayers than uh.. you usually would, and there's a little bit to take into consideration, but I'm happy to look into it for you!

[lieutenantraziel]

A gift of Fray for my friend on Twitter, @catboy_on_main

[hazbincalifornia]

Stellaluna likes the look and wanted to try it out!