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i just found out this ship exists and i can't believe i was able to live without it holy shit
she was an aperture girl and she was a black mesa girl and they were in love and they were strong power battle lesbians
Jokes on them Gen's look became iconic (once cut properly, that is)
Six Sentence Sunday!
It's still MORNING here, y'all. Look at ME, posting my part in the MORNING. Don't get used to this haha.
A million thanks to @kiwiana-writes for always greeting me with a tag on these Sunday mornings and forever blowing my mind that someone as wildly talented as you actually wants to read what I write, and to my lovely @ssmtskw for being the sweetest, loveliest human and for giving me a tag this morning as well! I adore you both, and I thank you so so much.
Without further ado, here you are!
“You remember last Christmas?” Of course he remembers. While not the first time Alex had rung him at an ungodly hour of the night, his voice providing the perfect soundtrack to another waking stretch of twilight hours looming ahead of Henry like a lonely, abandoned path that he frequently traversed alone, it was the first time Alex had sought him out for counsel. The first time he’d been made privy to the inner workings not of Alex’s brilliant mind but of his equally brilliant heart. His first glimpse not at the perfect First Son of the United States, all charming smiles and clever quips, but of a youngest child who wanted nothing more than a quiet, peaceful holiday spent with a family fractured into two pieces years before, their jagged edges still capable of wounding all who ventured too close. It was the words of a son tired of straddling the ever-widening chasm between two pieces of his heart. Henry wouldn’t forget that night, couldn’t forget that night, and all of the private thoughts and fears that Alex had entrusted him with, for as long as he lived. “I do,” is all that Henry manages around the lump in his throat.
Going to toss out some tags for: @whimsymanaged, @indestructibleheart, @littlemisskittentoes, @suseagull04, @statueinthestonetoo, @rockyroadkylers, @affectionatelyrs, @heybuddy-drabbles, @anincompletelist, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, @ships-to-sail, @inexplicablymine, @leaves-of-laurelin, @cricketnationrise, @clottedcreamfudge, and @vanillahigh00
I NEED to see what y'all are working on, so please tag me in your posts!
My mom just said one of the funniest things I have ever heard she said "the bigger the conspiracy theory, the stupider/ dumber the person." And I couldn't stop laughing for like five minutes. I fu*ing love my mom
Intensely thinking about Spike rn
Meanwhile, on Twitter:
Brain farts, a thread
Y'know i feel like a lot of people glanced over this and i'm kinda sad about it.
In the very first season and episode, Nya and Kai are seen working in the shop. They're blacksmiths, they make weapons and armour. Passed down from their parents.
Now in blacksmithing they have this process called tempering. It's a process metal goes through by being heated up (below the melting point) then cooled down. As we saw Kai do it they can use water, though many use the air. This process strengthens the metal.
Now obviously Kai is the fire elemental and Nya is the water elemental. Just like their parents. Are you guys understanding what i'm saying?
The Smith family weren't just blacksmiths as a job, they were blacksmiths as a family. They strengthened one another! Even when they were seperated they remained strong to get to each other. Y'know how Wu said it," As iron sharpens iron, brother sharpens brother." Kinda like that.
Sorry i just had to share this, i just think this deserved to be acknowledged.
GAKUPO BIRTHDAY
TODAY THE MOST GOOD LOKING, HANDSOME, EYEFUL, GODDES, STUNNER, SPLENDOROUS, RADIENCE, MAGNIFICENCE, BEUTIFUL MAN and many more Gakupo birthday so everyone is obligated to congrat him
hi nobody will understand or see this sorry tumblr but @ferrolynx you are amazing. Happy 20th man you deserve so much more.
so, now that there's finally twelve poll options now. . .
This is now one of my favourite spots on this website oh my god.
I really hope someone has done this before
But just in case
Season 3 huh (said 3 years too late by someone who still hasn't finished the show)
NEW LU UPDATE RULIE APPRECIATION BECAUSE I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH <3333333333333
(images belong to @/linkeduniverse)
Hayao Miyazaki is my idol <33
Semi-motivational quotes from Hayao Miyazaki
The Rumor Come Out: Does The Taggerung is Gay ?
doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what
aubrey encounters the two childhood idiots out in the wild
happy one year since my first (technically second but they were posted back to back) ever post on tumblr here’s a suntan redraw! it’s been a while since i drew the og omori designs
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I know what I've said, Grave. My fear is about whatever is happening inside me. But… I'm not afraid anymore. I'm not a monster. I can control this. Maybe… I can even learn how to use it.
You have to trust me.
Fire In These Hills
“Why are you like this ?”
I turn towards the voice.
“I don’t know. I never knew.” I sigh. “I guess I was always this way.” I hear them hum.
“But why ?”
I don’t know how to answer. Why am I the way I am ? That’s the question of my life. I’m insecure, I never know what I want, I don’t really understand other people. Yeah. I’m weird. And the worse ? I know that. And I know that people look at me weirdly because of it. But here I am. Still here, after 20 years of this.
“I don’t know.”
There’s no one with me. I know I’m imagining this voice. I know I’m trying to cope with everything going on in my life. I had to change everything. My friends. Where I live. How I live. So, I don’t have time to ask myself why. And yet, here we are. I’m imagining a voice to answer that very question. Right now, I just want to go back home, and let myself not think. Let myself be myself. But I can’t. I’m stuck here, and I’m sick. I can feel my body temperature rise. And I just want to go home…
“You must have a reason ?”
I sigh again. Do I ? Do I need a reason to be myself ? To be weird ? I don’t think so. But if I need to find one ? Well, I would say that it all came from my childhood. The way my parents treated me. Telling me they treated my brother and I the same way. What kind of bullshit is this ? Some big ones. They never treated us the same. Every time he’s sick, or hurt, or doesn’t like to do something ? Well, let strong and younger brother do the work, right ? Yeah well that only works for some time, before crumbling down.
“I told you. I don’t know.”
And that is true. I was always kind of like this. I could blame the ADHD, the autism. But in reality, I know it must actually be the anxiety.
“Are you sure ?”
I close my eyes. I know a part of it.
“I… I miss them. They’re not gone, but gone at the same time. They… They take so much out of me. I don’t know why, but they sometimes make me feel like I’m not worth it. That, maybe I’m not enough. Or maybe I’m too much. I put so much efforts. I put so much effort in everything. They know it. I feel so powerfully. And yet I am let yearning for scratch. Am I not worth a bit of effort ? Is our friendship this easily forgotten ?”
I start to feel my eyes water. There’s a fire in my soul now.
“Would you like more ?”
Would I like more ? I want more ! I need more ! I’m not just a kid who’s insecure now, I’m a young adult, constructing myself. I need my best friend around. Even if it’s just a few messages here and there. But I have to yearn for scratch. And I feel like I’m going to have enough of scratch.
“Of course I’d like more. I’d love more. I need more. But how could I be so selfish, right ?”
“I know.”
“I’m so tired. Can I please come home ?”
This feeling. I’m exhausted. But kind of in the good way. I am shaking like a leaf. Home. My home is the people I love. I feel at home with them.
“If you can. If they will let you.”
It’s true. I could come home to my friend. If they let me one day. If they open the door once more. I keep a sob. I won’t cry for something that might be nothing. I’m shaking so much. I can’t feel the world. I need my home. I need my friends. I know myself. I don’t trust myself.
But after everything you’re here with me still. Or at least I hope you’re still with me. I feel like I don’t know you anymore. I feel like we’re growing farther apart, when you were once my rock. I feel like I’m not strong enough to just suck it up as usual. I need you. I need my friend. I need my best friend.
“So why do I feel like they’ve abandoned me ?”
“I cannot tell you.”
Right. ‘cause that’s just the little voice in my head making me go through my emotions. I take a deep breath, still shaking. My body is so full of emotions. I can’t handle them. I don’t know how to handle them. That’s why I need my friends. That’s why it hurts so deeply.
I feel like I might wreck this home. Do I really want to let go of all those years ? Fuck no. Am I ready to wreck this home ? Fuck no. Will I have to ? Maybe. And that’s what hurts the most !
“I really just want to come home. I really just want to go home. But right now, I don’t know where home is.”
“You’ll find home where you need it.”
I know that. But I don’t want to. I want the comfort of my home. I want the comfort that my friend still wants to talk to me. I want the comfort I felt younger. I want the innocence of those quiet moments. I want to feel that again. Is that to much to ask for ? Am I really worth all that ? Everyone tells me that, yes I do. But am I strong enough to believe them ?
“I don’t think that I’m strong enough.”
“You’ll find the strength to face it. You’ve faced much more.”
Maybe. But maybe that’s my limit. Is it ? I don’t even know if I hope it is. I just want to come home. I think I’ve lost the will.
Whump Prompt #595
Submitted by Anon - thanks!
There’s a huge misunderstanding and character B ends up hurting character A out of anger for something it turns out they didn’t actually do. B’s guilt when the truth is revealed is immeasurable.
— twist of fate
This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, marked on your calendar for the best part of a year and the start of a beautiful future. You’d met the love of your life, the man you were going to marry and grow old with, and you’d made it through navigating the torturous dating scene. The awkward first dates and first kiss, and the first ‘I love yous’, and yet here you were drinking on a rooftop with the Number Two Pro-Hero Dynamight.
I promised I’d post some more Bakugou cause it has been a little while and I do miss him! I actually wrote this for his birthday, but then I ended up posting the collab fic instead so I never got to write the smut part but I hope someone enjoys it anyway.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Warnings: breakups (not with Bakugou), mutual comfort, alcohol.
Word Count: 1.8k.
This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, marked on your calendar for the best part of a year and the start of a beautiful future. You’d met the love of your life, the man you were going to marry and grow old with, and you’d made it through navigating the torturous dating scene. The awkward first dates and first kiss, and the first ‘I love yous’.
I love you— what a big fucking lie.
You scoffed as you took a large gulp from the champagne bottle you were holding, grabbed from the bar at your now abandoned reception as you looked out at the view of Musutafu at night. The viewing point was somewhere you used to visit with your fiance, and to think it was the first place you’d decided to go when you found out he’d left you at the altar was borderline morbid. But considering your perfect life had now crumbled around you, you could forgive yourself for the psychological torment.
Kicking your heels off as your feet began to ache, letting them drop to the floor as you swung your legs over the ledge. Your mothers voice ringing in your ears as you sat on the grass, “Your pretty dress is ruined!” Not that you’d have any use for it now, your perfect life was pretty much gone.
“You know how dangerous it is drinkin’ so close to the edge?” You rolled your eyes in irritation at the sound, turning your head ready to shot some expletives in their direction before your words caught at the back of your throat.
You had to do a double take to make sure you were actually seeing what you were seeing, and that you weren’t this inhibriated already. The Number Two Pro-Hero Dynamight stood a few feet away, arms crossed with his face set in a a heavy glare. But he didn’t appear to have his gauntlets with him, even though his belt was still full of grenades and his mask sat over his eyes. Instead he was covered in a thick black hoodie that was zipped to cover the garish orange X that splashed across his chest.
“Well it must be my lucky night, I’ve got a Pro-Hero here to save me.” Sarcasm oozed through your tone as you held your large bottle up in a mock cheers to the Number Two hero that had appeared over the hill.
Besides the randy teenagers that used to frequent the area to make out and get high, this side of Musutafu was usually pretty abandoned so you were disappointed to see you were no longer alone.
“I’m off the clock, sweetheart.” He sneered back, shaking his head, “And I shouldn’t have to waste my time saving stupid people like you.”
“So don’t save me then,” You shrugged, turning back to face the city as the sun slowly fell over the horizon.
You expected him to walk away and leave you there, probably on a patrol to catch the kids that used the area to get high. But what you didn’t expect is for him to take a seat in the dirty grass beside you.
“Thought you couldn’t waste your time.”
“How’s it gonna look if I see your face all over the papers tomorrow with my face under it sayin’ I should’a saved you?”
You turned to face him, noticing the dark rings of charcoal around his eyes filled in from where his mask sat. A three-day strubble cast a shadow across his jawline and you had to take another sip of champagne to pull your attention away.
“I didn’t think you cared what the media said about you, Dynamight.” You laughed, remembering a post you’d seen online earlier that month where he’d shoved a reporter to the ground at the scene of a crime and broke his camera.
“I don’t.” He scoffs, “But I ain’t a total fucking asshole.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” You laugh, gulping another mouthful of champagne as you look down at the city lights below, “You make it your business to go around breaking cameras?”
“Very fuckin’ funny.” Bakugou sneers, “That guy deserved it. Tryin’ to take pictures in the middle of a fight— he’s lucky I saved him or he’d have come out far worse than his shitty camera.”
“Wow, you’re a real hero, Dynamight.” You teased back.
“So you gonna explain why you’re up here in—”
“Oh, why am I wearing a wedding dress and drinking alone?” You smiled bitterly, shaking your head. “My fiancé decided to stick his dick into my best friend.”
Bakugou’s eyes widened beneath this mask at the blunt statement before he shook his head, keeping his attention ahead to the bright lights in front of you.
“Shit.” He muttered beneath his breath.
You scoff, taking another swig of champagne, “So I guess you could say I’m celebrating.”
“That’s rough.” He reached up to scratch at his stubble before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
“So why are you up here, Mr Number Two?” You smile, “Not got any babies to save from burning buildings? Or camera men to hit—”
“Shut the fuck up.” He scoffed, his nose scrunched in irritation before his face paled.
You thought perhaps he might get up and leave after your bold question but instead he sniffed, using the outside of his wrist to rub his nose before looking across at the city.
“A villain attacked a building just outside Musutafu tonight,” He muttered hoarsely, “I didn’t get there in time.”
“Shit— I’m so sorry,” You immediately stammered, feeling like such an asshole. Your problems were miniscule in proportion to this, “I didn’t mean—”
“It’s fine,” He shakes his head, “I would’a never made it, but it still fuckin’ sucks, you know?”
“Yeah,” You murmured back. How could you even comfort someone for something like that? There weren’t enough words in the world that would convey the empathy you felt for him, and the victims.
“I just needed to get away for a bit.” He rasped.
“Me too,” You smiled, “I was sick of everyone looking at me with pity.”
Your family and bridesmaids had been suffocating after it happened, pulling you into their arms and drowning you in faux sympathy.
“Oh my god, I couldn’t imagine that ever happening to me.”
“It’s okay you’re such a strong person, you can do so much better.”
“If my husband ever did this I don’t know what I’d do.”
“I’m glad this came out now and not at my wedding.”
“Such a waste of a pretty dress.”
It was all the same bullshit as you listened to your friends slowly start to make it about themselves while your world crumbled down around you— So you left, thankful you hadn’t bothered to bring your phone as you were left to your own devices.
You offer the champagne bottle out to Bakugou as he stared down at it for a moment before taking it. Adjusting it in one large fist around the base of it before taking a large swig.
“If it means anything, it seems like he’s the fuckin’ idiot for cheating on you.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he passed the bottle back, “Only a real piece of shit leaves his missus on her wedding day.”
His words still managed to have your heart fluttering. You weren’t naive, you knew he was only trying to be nice, especially when thick black lines of eyeliner and mascara smudged in tear stains down your cheeks. Your lipstick faded around your lips and stuck to the neck of your champagne bottle, and your hair was now a complete mess from where you’d ripped out your veil, and still he managed to have you smiling as you couldnt stop the grin that spread across your cheeks.
“How long were they fuckin’?” He asked, and you appreciated the bluntness of it.
“Six months,” You shook your head, “Apparently they got close planning the wedding.”
“Shit, that’s fucked up.” He shook his head, reaching back for the champagne bottle as you watched him take another drink. Certain your lipstick was pressed against his chapped lips now as you shared the same bottle.
“Yep,” You rolled the ‘p’, “And apparently he spent the night with her after the rehearsal too,” You sighed, “I just can’t believe I didn’t see the signs.”
“Ain’t any of this that’s your fault,” He shook his head, taking another swig of champagne before handing the bottle back to you, “And thinkin’ like that will eat you up inside.”
“Could say the same thing to you, Dynamight.”
“I didn’t say it didn’t suck,” He shook his head, “And call me Bakugou, I ain’t workin’.”
“I’m glad to hear the Number Two hero doesn’t drink on the job— fuck.”
You shivered as a gust of wind swirled through the vantage point, reminding you of your outfit as you’d left the venue without a suitable coat. Hugging your arms around your body to try and stop your teeth from chattering as you drank more champagne, hoping the alcohol would warm your veins.
You heard a zip to the side of you and before you could object, Bakugou was shrugging his hoodie off to wrap it around your bare shoulders.
“Don’t worry about me, you’ll get cold—”
“Shaddup,” He cut you off, taking the champagne bottle back off you so that you could slip your hands through the arms, “Just take it, woman.”
You were immediately surrounded by warmth, his body heat still radiated from the fabric as you breathed in the scent of him. A mixture of ash, smoke and cologne as you pulled it tighter around your frame.
Bakugou pulled his hero mask up over his eyes to let it sit on his forehead, his messy hair now spiking upwards as he rubbed his eyes with the ball of his palm. The dark eyeliner around them smearing against his skin as he breathed a relaxed sigh, taking another drink as he turned his attention back to the view in front of him.
“You’re quite pretty actually,” You smiled at him, “The media always get you pulling the ugliest faces.”
“Hah?” He turned to you with a raised brow, his nose scrunched in irritation, “That’s still my fuckin’ face you know.
“Yeah, and I’m saying it’s really pretty.” You definitely blamed the alcohol flowing through your veins for giving you this level of confidence, certain the words would never have left your lips if you were sober.
“I ain’t ever been called pretty before.” He scoffed.
“I dunno why not— because it’s true.” You smiled.
“I ain’t the pretty one out of us two, sweetheart. Trust me.”
Ms. Fairchild was so real the whole episode, but I don’t think she’s actually dead. We never saw her DEAD body. All we saw was her lay on the floor. Maybe she heard me screaming “PLAY DEAD PLAY DEAD” at the screen, who knows, but I don’t think she’s actually dead.
Also; the screen cap from the trailer has me sweating. I don’t think Andy’s the fake out death, but I’m not certain he’ll survive. Don has never been someone to do something twice, that’s why the chucky films are so distinct and unique in every iteration, so the people for fake out death that are off the table are Andy, Kyle and Tiffany since I don’t think he’d have the balls to kill Jennifer Tilly.
Ms. Fairchild actually seems the most likely person for it thus far. So far, of all the deaths, her’s is the one I am speculating about. It was a brutal kill, but there’s no concrete proof she’s dead and not just playing dead. The only thing making me speculate about my own theory is why she didn’t stop playing dead when two people walked in.
I think the agent guy is working for chucky btw
I love them my honour 🙏 Anyways I'm so down for this 'people who don't like eachother become really close because they get tangled in a messy situation' trope 😭
(the cast reposted it and I was crying happy tears, they're so cool)
No my fear of microwaves isn't irrational? It's the most rational thing ever on of these days it's going to kill me and it's going to be on one of the days I forgot to ask it not to before I use it I just know it
me thinks he would really like metal (mmm I wonder why)
and I love YOU @gatheringofaccounts (and everyone) who got me to 50 reblogs >:D
LIKE HOLY GUAC HOW DID THIS HAPPEN????— 😭🤣😭
How.
Grab a fire extinguisher
remove safety pin via pulling
aim nozzle at base of flames
squeeze handle and sweep side to side until fire is gone
one again, how.
HOW DID YOU DO THIS, LIKE DUDE!?!!
IM FIXING IT IM FIXING IT!!
WHAT WERE YOU EVEN MAKING???
SHUDDUP I GOT THIS—
I GOT IT!—
BLEHEHAHAHEW—
Jeez this thing is useless— oh.. oh no thats bad.. uhhh.. sorry?..
YOU MISERABLE ROTTEN SHRIMP!!—
WHAAAHAHDGEHAAA!!!
Sweet Tooth
“I don’t want to be special. I want to be like everyone else.”