Hate How Lighting A Candle Does Wonders To My Mood. Like Wowwww. Grug Like Fire? Grug Not Sad Anymore

“Fyp” we don’t do that here. I mean, Tumblr the app and website tries, but we don't do that here.

“But then how will anyone see it?” peer review.

“How do you get engagement?” by talking and engaging with other people. Or making a devastating typo. Either way.

“But—” Listen, you’re not doing solo stand up anymore. This is a group improv class being held in a SAW dungeon. Good luck.

we NEED to talk about the way they're looking at each other

-They both bear such striking looks of victory. Ten years they've been separated, facing loss and loneliness and a persisting sense of something hollow without the other by their side.

-"I want Rhaenyra," Daemon told his brother, without fear of consequence. "I'll take her as she is," as if he'd want her any other way, "and wed her in the tradition of our house." He didn't care for the ceremony or pomp of Westeros. He didn't want to be wed in the light of the Seven, which undoubtedly felt like a falsehood. "I'll take her as she is." The weight of that admission cannot be overstated.

-From birth, Rhaenyra had tried to live up to the expectations and perceptions of others. For the good of the realm, for the benefit of her father, attempting to stay as true to herself as could while maneuvering a court that was rarely, if ever on her side.

-Daemon was the first to see her as she was, to encourage all that others had chastised, and to celebrate in her truth. "You abandoned me," she tells him, because it's true. He abandoned her to the wolves of King's Landing, of her father's court, without a true defender.

-But she was a child. And perhaps he had truly thought she would be better off without his influence.

-Nothing could be further from the truth.

-In this moment, in the wedding of their choosing, they both share looks not only of victory, but of admiration, love, pride, and above all, a primal possessiveness.

-After so many years of wanting, he is hers. She has taken her fate into her own hands and claimed the Rogue Prince as her husband and consort. The man who always loved her as she was. Who continues to love her as she is.

-He looks at her with a promise. She is his to protect. To defend. His little princess has grown into a fearsome dragon, one who takes what she wants. Never again will he allow anyone to attempt to dampen that fire. Never again will he abandon her.

-He is hers. She is his. And together they will take what is theirs, with fire and blood.

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More OC things because that's like all I draw 😅 MHA OC, Inkspill! Her quirk: tattoo! She can manipulate the design of her tattoo-like markings to summon various creatures, effects and weapons. The bigger and more complex the design the more powerful the effect; she's limited only by her creativity and the amount of pain she can withstand, the trade off being she experiences a burst of concentrated pain equivalent to the pain she'd experience if she was actually getting her design tattooed!

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Giyuu: *smiles brightly*

Sanemi from far away: Who the fuck does he think he is… smiling so brightly like that. He’s so beautiful and he doesn’t even know it. What an asshole.

Uzui: You have to be the only man in the world to complain about your boyfriend being attractive.

Dabi!

dude does NOT wanna separated from his bf smh my head

i love the nancy wheeler who shoved a revolver in her boyfriend's face to try and make him leave because a monster was about to show up. i love the nancy wheeler who jabbed a middle schooler with a white-hot poker while his family was right there screaming and crying. i love the nancy wheeler who made sure to say "polo!" before bashing her boss's head in with a fire extinguisher. just let her be insane please it's her best quality