#two posts in one day bitches!

[deoidesign]

Doing master studies the only way I know how: Stealing them and making them my guys.

(Barberini Faun)

(The Fallen Angel - Alexandre Cabanel)

(Covent Garden - William Bruce Ellis Rankin)

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Terry and Korvo

[front-facing-pokemon]

[mieczyhale]

[yuwuta]

twin aus are fun bc sukuna is sooooo ugly and yuuji is soooooooo pretty and beautiful and lovely <3 completely understand why sukuna ends up the deliquent loser twin bc why would anybody choose him when <3yuuji<3 is right there

[wonder-worker]

I've been thinking about the tragedy of Elizabeth Woodville living to see the end of her family name.

I don't mean her family with her husband, which lived on through her daughter and grandson. I mean her own.

Her sisters died, one by one, many of them after 1485. When Elizabeth died, only Katherine was left, and she would die before the turn of the century as well.

All her brothers died, too. Lewis died in childhood. John was executed. Anthony was murdered. Lionel died suddenly in the peak of Richard's reign, unable to see his niece become queen. Edward perished at war. Richard died in grieving peace. For all the violence and judgement the family endured, it was "an accident of biology" that ended their line: none of the brothers left heirs, and the Woodville name was extinguished. We know the family was aware of this. We know they mourned it, too:

“Buy a bell to be a tenor at Grafton to the bells now there, for a remembrance of the last of my blood.”

Elizabeth lived through the deposition and death of her young sons, and lived to see the end of her own family name. It must have been such a haunting loss, on both sides.

[milogreer]

fwiw i think before anyone gets defensive it's important to know that whoever messaged erik did so respectfully and they shouldn't be antagonized for voicing their opinion as someone who is (presumably) paying for patreon. there's a reason patreon allows patrons to message creators directly

[aesthetic-uni]

I will forgive the Super Mario Bros Movie of all crimes they’ve done with Chris Pratt if they let Luigi and Bowser be gay

[analogwriting]

The Other Side of Paradise

Chapter 3: Tangerine

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.4k first|next a/n: more date niiiiiight

Once finished with your frozen treats, the two of you headed to the movies. You still hadn’t fully decided on one. You didn't care too much about what to see, you were just glad to finally be spending some alone time with your beau - and you more than likely wouldn’t be paying attention anyway. Your mind was either going to be running or you were going to be too occupied doing something else.

“Did you decide?” Killer looked at you once you were at the ticket booth. You shrugged, looking over at the movie list. “Mm, how about that one?” It looked like a horror movie parody. The perfect combo of what you were feeling. Something that wouldn’t require too much attention.

He nodded, purchasing the tickets and concessions before the two of you headed for the theater. 

Once you took your seats, you looked around. The theater you were in was empty for the most part, save for a handful of other people in different groups. You were surprised, you figured that on a Friday afternoon - it’d be busier. Maybe it didn’t really start getting busy until later, but it didn’t bother you at all. You kind of liked it when it was empty - felt like a private showing.

Either way, you didn't care really. It's not like you were gungho to see the movie either. 

As it started, you were already only half paying attention. Your mind kept wandering to the big news. He said he wanted the two of you to enjoy yourselves before he told you, but you couldn’t enjoy yourself at all. You couldn't focus in the slightest, all the possibilities playing over and over in your head.

You didn't even really notice that you had zoned out until you felt Killer tap your thigh. You looked over to him, blinking. “Are you alright?” he mumbled. You nodded, flashing a smile. “Just thinking,” you whispered. 

Killer raised an eyebrow. He knew what you were thinking, no doubt. You leaned over, kissing him softly, resting your forehead against his for a moment. Then you had a small idea - a little payback for making you wait for so long. 

Your hand slowly made its way to his thigh and he glanced down before looking back at you as you slowly neared towards his groin. “Here?” You shrugged, smiling. 

“Why not?” You hands groped at him through his jeans and he groaned softly, clenching his jaw to keep himself quiet. The movie was pretty quiet at the moment and there might have only been a few other people, but he still didn't want to broadcast what the two of you were doing. 

Though, it's likely the others were doing the same. 

He let out a long sigh, trying to keep it together as you quickly undid his pants with one hand. “You're almost too good at that.”

“This ain't our first rodeo, love,” you mused, stroking him through his boxers. You thought about fooling around in the theater the entire time. You didn’t plan on investing in a movie, but you realized that you didn’t want to give in to lust now. You wanted Killer to have just a taste of his own medicine.

“I’m…” He was already panting slightly. “I was the one who was supposed to be treating you,” he breathed. You grinned, squeezing him slightly, making his eyes roll back slightly. “You'll have plenty of time for that later, I'm sure.” You winked at him. You knew how the date was going to end - the two of you boning somewhere. It’s how it always ended and you loved it every time.

He grunted. “Fuck, I love you,” he mumbled. He rested his forehead against yours as he panted softly, trying to keep himself quiet as you worked him through his boxers. You could feel him slowly building up to his climax, rock hard in your hand.

“Babe,” he mumbled, clenching his jaw. You felt him twitch, telling you everything you needed to know about just how close it was. “I-”

Before he could get the remaining words out or even reach his peak, you pulled your hand away. He looked at you through half lidded eyes, confusion taking over his features as he tried to figure out your angle or what was even going on.

You kissed the tip of his nose. “That's for making me wait so long. Now you're gonna wait too,” you whispered. He just stared at you through his bangs in disbelief as you turned, getting comfortable in your chair.

He just sat there, trying to figure out what the hell just happened as you tried to suppress a grin. You definitely knew that he was gonna let you have it later and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

--

After your little prank, the two of you finished up the movie as if nothing happened. It took him a bit to gather himself again. It had been a while since the two of you were really able to go at it, so you knew he was more than ready to burst before you cucked him of that.

On your way home, you realized he wasn't, in fact, driving home. “Where are we going?” Excitement filled your chest again.

Killer was quiet for a moment before speaking in a monotonous tone.  “I'm taking you to the middle of nowhere and killing you.”

You snorted, looking from out your window to him. “Don't threaten me with a good time.” You leaned over, kissing his cheek. You knew he would never do something like that. Plus, if he wanted to, he would’ve by now - long ago.

You did notice he was kind of taking you in the middle of nowhere, and it was dark so you were having a hard time making it out. However, you had a feeling you knew where you were going. The way felt familiar and there wasn’t exactly anywhere else. “Our spot?”

He didn't say anything, just smiled as he continued driving. It'd been quite a while since you've been out here, so now you were even more excited. Once more, you were practically bouncing in your seat.

The place that you had dubbed ‘our spot’ was on an overlook that had a beautiful view of your small town. It was beautiful both during the day and at night. At night, you could see the stars because there wasn't too much light pollution and during the day, the natural landscape was just breathtaking. 

A lot of people didn't know about this particular outlook either. Everyone knew about the other one, but you and Killer had accidentally discovered this one while out hiking one day and it became a place the two of you went to spend alone time together. It was always nice and relaxing out here. Quiet.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt Killers arms wrap around your waist from behind and his lips on your neck. A small smile spread across your face as you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him properly. 

He lifted you up, carrying you over to the truck and setting you on the tailgate that was now pulled down. You realized he had set down a blanket and some pillows. “Oh, you got it aaaall set up, huh?” you mused. 

He kissed you again before hopping into the truck with you. He kicked off his boots and you did the same before crawling onto the little palette he made in the bed of the truck. “I know how much you just love sitting under the stars.”

You felt your face warm up and you couldn't help but smile. He was right - you loved stargazing, especially with him. Any activity where the two of you just sat, simply existing in a beautiful place was your favorite. 

He laid back onto the pile of pillows and you curled up on his chest. The two of you were quiet, just enjoying the sounds of the night as you stared up at the stars.

“We got signed.��� There it was - the news.

Your heart stopped and you immediately sat up to look at him. “What? Signed? You mean…?” Your eyes were wide as you processed what he was saying. 

He nodded, a large smile slowly taking over his features as his excitement began to seep through. “A record label reached out to us. Apparently watched our last couple of shows. They want to sign us.”

Your head was spinning. Sure, this is what you hoped and dreamed of for him, but you still couldn't believe it! You stared at him as the information sunk in. 

“Baby, that's fantastic!” You kissed him hard, grinning from ear to ear. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you as he held you close. You were so elated - you could only imagine how he must be feeling. Their hard work was finally paying off!

After a moment of rolling around, he pulled away from you. There was a troubled look on his face. “What's wrong?” You frowned, worried.

He took a moment, clearly thinking of how to bring whatever it was up. “They want us to move to the big city. Across the country…”

You blinked, looking at him for a moment as you, once again, processed the information. 

“All four of us would have to move,” he said, helping you process things a bit faster. It was clear that he was worried how you’d react to this part of the news.

Then it hit you. He was leaving. Without you. Your eyes widened, unable to find words. You were happy for him but also somewhat…scared. 

Not in an insecure way. You weren't scared of him finding someone else without you - that wasn't it. No, it was the fact the two of you have practically been attached to the hip since you were seven. 

“We just need time to settle in and adjust, then you can move out there with us. We don’t exactly know what we’re gonna be set up with or how much room there will be. Hell, for all we know, it could be the four of us in a bedsit.” Panic was setting into his features the longer you were silent. You realized that he probably thought you were angry. 

Finally, you snapped out of it, finding your voice again. “Sorry. Processing.” You shook your head, smiling at him. You reached up, taking his face in your hands before pulling him in for the most tender and passionate kiss you could muster. 

“This is a good thing, baby. This is your dream come true.” You looked at him, slowly crawling into his lap and straddling him. He looked up at you with wide eyes, fear in them. 

“You go to the big city. I'll stay here - finish school, visit when I can. You focus on your dream, just call and check in every once and a while so I know you're okay.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to talk him down or yourself - maybe both.

“You're not upset?”

A soft expression relaxed over your features and you shook your head. “Why would I be upset? Its true that I'm sad that I can't go with you. But this is also bigger than both of us. This is something that you've been dreaming about since we were eleven. Ever since Kid brought it up when we were eleven.” Both of you smiled fondly at the memory.

“Well, actually. My dream is to marry you but yeah.”

You snorted, kissing him softly. He was such a goober and you loved him so much. “That one’s already a given and in the bag. Might as well get this one too, yeah?”

“I'm not sure what I'm gonna do when I don't get to see your face every morning when I wake up.” He pouted. You weren’t sure what you were going to do either. You already knew you weren’t going to be sleeping much without him.

You chuckled, resting your foreheads together. “I'm only one facetime away.” Again, you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him it was going to be okay or yourself.

“That's true but we’ll be in different time zones and different schedules and I’m just afraid that we won't be able to talk as much as i want to.” He frowned. You knew he didn’t really mean ‘talk’. You knew damn well that he’d face time you and you both would just sit in silence. Again, just simply existing near each other was enough for you.

“Texting is a thing you know.” You grinned at him. Neither of you were worried about the other cheating or the distance being too much to lead to a break up or finding other people. The two of you knew you were meant to be together and there was comfort in that fact. 

It was just going to suck to not be able to talk and see each other every single day. 

“We'll make it work. Then I'll graduate and move out there. You'll be a famous rockstar. We’ll have our dream wedding. Then live happily ever after.” You nodded, your smile widening. Nothing was going to stop your dreams. You were going to make sure of that. You were almost done with school anyway. It was your last semester - you were in the home stretch. You just needed to stick it out for a few months and then you’d be able to do whatever you wanted.

Killer smiled up at you. He already seemed to have calmed down for the most part. You’d never seen him so worried before. “You’re right. I'm just going to miss you so much.” His grip tightened around you. 

“When do you have to leave?”

“Next week.” You paled, eyes widening. That fast? You supposed that the label company probably wanted to start making money off of them as soon as possible. Still, you thought you’d have more time than barely a week.

You pushed all that aside. “Then we better make every second count then.” You kissed him hard, tugging his hair slightly to make him groan against you as you made your own intentions clear. You were going to pick up where you left off in the theater.

You were going to make sure he remembered tonight.

next

[daiourage]

Kinda spicy(?) garyjohn sketch since I’m sick rn

Take it y’all sinners (affectionate)

(Pls tap/click on the pic for better quality ;w;)

[dballzposting]

What if Gotenks lived with his dad Vegito but on weekends he lived with his other dad Gogeta but this is sort of a recent thing becasue Gogeta didnt secure split custody until recently so Gotenks doesnt really Know Gogeta that well and he goes to his modest and hearthlike apartment and feels disquieted becasue it is VERY DIFFERENT from the sensory-overload distraction-chamber that is Vegito's lavish house. And Gogeta doesnt narcissistically abuse Gotenks so Gotenks doesnt relaly understand him at all and he really doesnt get how an adult could be so calm and not get angry and yell at him over little things and so he thinks that Gogeta is actually just really furious but hiding it and so it takes a long time for Gotenks to trust him and trust that he genuinely isnt mad at him. But at the same time it doesnt take long at all for Gotenks to respond to his genuine calmness by feeling the most secure & safe that hes ever felt but he doesnt really understand that or why that is and he doesnt understand why he feels so yucky when he has to go back to his other home on Monday morning and so he just ignores it and plays iPad and skateboards. And every Friday night he gets so nervous he gets nauseous and Vegito always uses this to say "You dont have to go over there sweetie :) Do you want to? You Do Not Have To Want To" and then he yells at Gogeta over the phone about it. But without fail every time he gets to Gogeta's apartment and adjusts Gotenks does feel better and sometimes just falls asleep on the couch. And Gogeta makes tea every evening and it's sooooo yucky to Gotenks but he still drinks it every time becasue Gogeta made it and he deosnt have the maturity & wherewithal to understand that it's becasue it makes him feel included and cared for.

This isn't dragon ball any more not even close like not even a little bit

[cherrirui-official]

!! Cw // blood + knife ... Yeah that's pretty much it ahaha !!

Waltz

[glitter-lisp]

“Fuck,” he says emphatically. “It's Koby?”

“How do you know Koby?” the blond boy demands. Shanks ignores him, just like he ignores Garp and Bogard straightening in alarm at the same realization. He steps past them both, crossing just the few paces to crouch next to the small bed.

“Hello again,” he murmurs. “Do you remember me?”

Koby doesn't answer. Koby doesn't even blink.

—

One year after Marineford, Vice Admiral Garp calls Red Haired Shanks to ask for a favor.

[tariah23]

Now ppl are reblogging the yasuke post acting like I don’t know Asians are just as racist towards black ppl as white folks *falling to my knees* (all whites and nbs in general. Most of them jump up and down for white approval, willingly accepting any crumbs they can get so-)

[rithmeres]

genuinely these panels are going to make me ugly cry

[lordsardine]

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