#you are correct

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Shouto: Izuku is full of facts

Izuku: it’s true

Shouto: and existential dread

Izuku: that’s true too

[tea-time-terrier]

This year I got it together and now have twelve million photos of this creature in autumn.

[sterf17]

I redrew @userdaisy's Bears in trees Piece.

(yes indeed, I'm finally learning Photoshop!)

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

I’m still on my Larry Russell bullshit, you’re telling me this man WOULDN’T be the most dotting lover/husband ever? The way he treats his mom and Gladys? He’d really tell everyone you’re his wife the moment he opens his mouth bc he just cannot stop.

Yes with the way he treats his mom and Gladys, but also being raised with George steadfastly supporting his wife and advocating for his daughter

100%

[animentality]

I know hunger games is good, I just can't put myself through a sad dark dystopian world where things are sad and dark and suck and everyone hates each other and everyone dies.

Like I could watch the news...

[ghcstcd]

A couple Bismuth sketches. Mr. Ghoul, you are so pretty.

[marvins-linguinie]

eddie: you wanna hear a joke about pizza?

steve: oh god-

eddie: nevermind, it was too cheesy.

robin: hey, that was a good one.

steve: that was the stupidest joke i've ever heard.

eddie: i don't wanna hear it, rose shampoo.

robin: what?

steve: i might use rose shampoo, but at least i don't use 3-in-1.

robin: you two argue like a married couple.

steve & eddie: WE ARE!

[timeofjuly]

i keep thinking of the scenario if electrician were to run into ppl of her past like izzy from new years… i like imagine her going “ bunny it’s been so long you look better then ever “ and electrician is like 😀 do i know you..? due to their gaps in memory (i’m also interested how much their memory will affect them as the story progresses, i myself suffer from the issue and being young it’s kinda scary sometimes 😞)

This ask made me write something! This is set pre-RTC in the earlier days of MC’s sobriety. They’ve just moved to New Ebott here. 

Read it on AO3 or read it below!

Licence

You’re leaving the DMV, of all the fucking places, when it happens. 

Most people hate the DMV but you had practically skipped into the place for your eleven am appointment, overcome with joy at the thought of getting your driver’s licence back. The public transportation in New Ebott is great and your ass looks amazing after all the cycling you’ve been doing when the weather is nice, but there’s something about the independence of a car that you’ve missed. With your licence back, your employment prospects won’t be limited to the boundaries of public transport and your stamina when pedalling. 

With your licence back, you’ll be able to go to school. 

That’s the thing you’re most excited about. School. College. University. Whatever. You just want to learn something, to use the brain that you’ve let go to shit. You don’t even care what - at this point, with your dismal record and embarrassing results from high school, you’ll take what you can get. 

You’ve wasted enough of your life and you don’t want to squander a second more. 

After tucking your brand new licence safely in your back pocket, you leave the DMV, still smiling, and make your way to the bus stop. You’ll miss catching it; all the drivers are lovely and it’s nice to be driven around the city, like your own personal tour. 

You’ve got time to kill until the bus arrives, so you open your phone and start scrolling through hundreds of second hand car listings. 

You’re not picky; you have a tight budget and will probably hit your fair share of curbs in it anyway, but it’s nice to look at the fancier ones and dream. A convertible sounds nice; there’s a bright red one for sale, way outside of your budget. You imagine the wind in your hair, the sheer cool factor of rolling down the street with the top down. Oh, or maybe a motorbike; you had loved your stupid, ugly little scooter, and a motorbike would be even better. And you’d get to wear all the sexy leather gear. Double win. 

“Oh my stars, do my eyes deceive me?”

The cold hand of panic twists through your ribcage and wraps around your heart, fingers taking hold and squeezing. 

You know that voice. 

You turn around.

On the sidewalk are two people staring at you with equally ecstatic expressions and you only recognise one of them. 

Izzy looks… well, she looks good, you suppose, clothes fashionable and scales polished to a sheen, though you can see a few of them are missing. The spines on her head are droopy, a little paler in colour than what you remember, and there’s a beadiness to her eyes that you never noticed before. 

You haven’t seen her in months but from how unfamiliar she looks, it feels more like years. 

“Damn, you’re looking good!” says the man you don’t recognise. 

And you know that you knew this person once, can hear the echo of his voice through the fog of your memory, even recognise his hands for the way they’d felt on your skin, but there’s something missing, something your stupid, ruined, useless brain is unable to grasp.

“Hey,” you say, affecting your brightest party-girl smile. “Long time no see.”

“Fucking hell, no shit!” the man laughs. He’s handsome, tall and very blond. “How’ve you been? You look so different.”

With each month you add to your sobriety, you’re told that with increasing frequency. You don’t really see it yourself - you feel like the exact same person most of the time. Worse, even. You’re horrible to be around when you’re in pain. 

“Good, really good,” you say. “How have –”

“Dude, I thought you were dead!” Izzy crows, looking delighted. “You just disappeared, like that.” She snaps her fingers, a jarring scrape of scale-on-claw. 

“Yeah, we all thought that Jesse threw the bunny out with the bath water,” the man says. His tone is light, like it’s a fucking joke or something. 

This person is a stranger to you. You couldn’t even guess his name if you tried. And yet he knows about that —

You tense. Pull a smile to your face. Do your best to shake off the phantom feeling of ice crystallising on the tip of your nose. “Nah, I’m not that easy to get rid of.”

And he laughs and so does Izzy and you laugh too, even though it feels like glass in your throat, because what else can you do?

“Well, I’m glad,” says Izzy and then she sweeps you up into a hug. She smells like old perfume clinging to unwashed clothes and you can feel a faint tremble in her hands as they grip your back. 

You hug back, even though you suddenly feel strange and unwieldy, like your arms aren’t your own. 

I want to go home, you think. Another thing you’d be able to do if you just had a fucking car and hadn’t lost your fucking licence in the first place. 

Izzy pulls back but then the man swoops in to take her place. You’re pressed to the line of his body, and though you’ve probably seen it naked, touched it all over, the feel of it is foreign to you. 

You let go first. 

“What’re you doing in New Ebott, anyway?” Izzy asks. 

“Just passing through,” you lie, because fuck if you’re letting her know that you live here now. “What about you guys?”

“Same thing,” Izzy says. “We’re crashing with Palyso at the moment, remember him?”

Nope. 

“Oh, yeah, totally.”

“Yeah, good guy, really funny. Hey, he’s actually having a party tonight, you should come! Just like old times.” The stranger waggles his eyebrows at you. 

You don’t need to remember the specifics to work out what he means. 

“Yeah, come with us,” Izzy begs. “Everyone’ll be so happy to see you. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

The itch you’re not allowed to scratch burns. It’d be so easy, so fucking easy, to say yes. What’s one night? You don’t even need to use; who says you can’t have fun sober?

The word yes sits in your mouth like a hot coal and then the memory of water, cracking with thin shards of ice, washes over it. 

The desire is gutted out. Not even smoke remains. 

“I’ll sit this one out,” you say. 

“Aw, c’mon, bunny! You’ve gotta—“

The sound of an engine rumbles behind you and your soul sings with relief. 

Thank you, timely public transportation of New Ebott. 

“This is me,” you say, hoping you sound apologetic. “It was nice seeing you guys!”

You don’t wait for a reply, practically flinging yourself onto the bus. The driver gives you a concerned look - you’re a regular and most of them know you by name  - but you just give her a reassuring grin, because you’re fine. You’re fine. You’re completely, one hundred per cent fine. 

You take a seat near the front and stare down at your hands. You think of the way Izzy's shook. The way yours had once. The way they don’t anymore. You hadn’t noticed that until now. 

God fucking damnit. 

Stupid, unwarranted tears prickle hot at your eyes and worse, there’s something sharp poking you in the butt. 

Fearing that you’ve sat in something that’ll rip a hole in your pants - wouldn’t that be your fucking luck - you lift your hips and grope blindly at your ass. 

Oh, right. 

You forgot that you wedged it in your pocket after leaving the DMV. 

You look down at your brand new licence, turning the shiny plastic card around in your hands. Your own face stares back up at you. 

You dig around in your purse and from the very bottom, unearth the remains of your old licence, kept purely for sentimental reasons. It’s cut clean down the middle, made unusable the moment you’d lost it, but the image of your face is still intact. 

You compare the two, side-by-side. In the new one, your face is fuller and your skin smoother. Your lips have colour to them and your eyes are bright and awake, the whites white rather than bloodshot yellow. 

In the new one, you’re smiling. 

Huh. You see it, now. 

You do look different after all.

[c28hunter]

Another song that reminds me of jance? Most likely than you think

THIS IS THE PIC THAT EXPLAINS THE SONG

[zorlok-if]

I feel like Tommy would have a crazy amount of hours on BG3 (just like the rest of us😅). Do you have any idea what race/class he'd go with? Who he'd romance? I'm just imagining Zorlok watching him play and asking way too many questions while trying to get him to pick the most evil choices😈

Oh he most definitely would. (And if the power were going to his head, I could even see him getting Zorlok to help him get out of school and do his homework for him so he could spend more time playing).

He'd definitely play a bunch of characters—trying to see as many different playthroughs and variations as possible—but, for his first experience, I think his Tav would be a High Elf and would go college of lore bard with a couple levels in divination wizard (gotta love the portent feature and ability to learn spells from scrolls).

I think his Tav would accidentally end up romancing Gale. Tommy might be a little upset about it at first just cause he didn't realize that's what Tav was committing to. However, in the end he'd be happy because that Tav and Gale were perfectly suited for one another.

[ouatsqincorrect]

I don't have many headcanons but one of them is that the scar over Regina's lip cam from a moment where cora uses magic. Maybe not actually ON her but she used it maybe out of rage and something like a mirror or a vase broke and one of the splinters hit Regina in the face. My other headcanon is that Cora once hit her really bad (maybe after the birth of Snow Withe) and one of her rings split the skin above the lip.

headcanon accepted anon

[onejellyfishplease]

This blog already being the "unmutated Donnie au" and suddenly became the: "Donnie get double mutated with whatever the fans can reach out AU" ... lol

I mean...

You're not wrong

[enha-stars]

everyone SHUT UP. jay sang bruises and heeseung sang love wins all. no one speak to me. no one say anything because i’m this 🤏🏽 close to breaking down. do they even understand how talented they are. how beautiful their voices are? do they know? are they aware?

[partiallypoison]

shoutout to the person in front of me at the fob show last night who texted their friend “the drummer 😍”

[sophsicle]

when you’re panicking cause it’s the first day of classes and there’s no google maps for inside buildings which means the only way to find your class is to wander around the halls (embarrassing) and then do you sit at the back??? or the front? Do you say hi to the prof?? and like why aren’t there just rules for every social situation that tell you exactly what to do because it’s not the doing the things that’s the problem it’s thé not knowing what things to do

And then your spiralling is interrupted by the thought that this is good fanfic content

[feralmorty]

I love this commission I got from @/sweet_cowmilk on twitter 😭💖 Beta stays pissing rick off and that’s okay 💅🏼