#but not by much

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: "Turns out I CAN be killed."

Charlie: "You didn't know that?"

Vaggie: "Nah."

Charlie: "So will you be more careful, now that you do know?"

Vaggie: "Mmm nah."

Charlie: "Right, right, for a second I forgot who I was dating, lemme go get us a shield..."

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #incorrect quotes #but not by much

[ohno-the-sun]

Sometimes I forget how spoiled I am in the dca fandom

Like took a peek at another fandom and they’re arguing about who’s the most complex character and what ships are problematic and what artstyles are the best I’m just like

Nope never mind

#ngl I do love a good argument #have trivial fandom discourse it’s fun! but like don’t be mean about it #tbf Twitter dca fandom is a little more contentious #but not by much #hmmm #thoughts

[ganonfan1995]

Oh fuck, I just had a really good zelgan idea with the TotK dynamic……👀💦

#what if she went back even further time #but not by much #ooough okay wait I have art ideas now #I gotta finish this game also #channeling inuyasha core

[kcuf-ad]

I fully believe that the Golden Dawn is the most batshit insane squad in all of Black Clover.

You have Alecdora hating on Yuno for fucking existing, David who I am fully convinced that betted on his soul, Klaus is the universe's biggest mom friend, Mimosa who wants her elder brother to fucking die, Yuno who almost dies on a regular basis, William with a fucking genocidal being in his head for years and Langris. I don't think I need to explain why Langris is the most insane one here.

#Golden Dawn #yuno grinberryall #black clover #william vangeance #langris vaude #mimosa vermillion #alecdora sandler #david swallow #klaus lunettes #meanwhile Letoile Siren and Hamon are the only sane ones #but not by much #they might be really good of hiding it

[bluefeather-tmnt]

Ok, so I posted this before, but it was completely unreadable... my bad.

#my art #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello #raphael #donatello 2012 #raphael 2012 #raph x casey #but not by much

[princessfbi]

What makes you think Ollie can sing?

Because the boy was cast as Sky in Guys and Dolls. Even in high school theatre you don’t just stick the pretty face as Sky Anderson. If he was the only boy in the program you wouldn’t pick Guys and Dolls at all!

Oliver has talked about how he did that when he was a kid and a girl told him that he was great even though he couldn’t sing which…. First of all rude.

Second of all we all know Oliver. That interaction keeps him up at night the same way I have to stare at a wall anytime I think about the one time I smacked a kiss on some random lady’s face when I thought she was my mom.

THIRD OF ALL IT WASNT HE COULDNT SING. IT’S THAT HE WAS FUCKING SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD. HAVE YOU HEARD A SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD SING?!?!! They still squeak half the time! OLIVER IS IN HIS THIRTIES AND HIS VOICE STILL CRACKS.

Oliver can sing and this random girl ruined it for all of us and I will die on this hill.

#oliver stark #evan buckley #anon #royal decree #also I am not one to rain on anyone’s parade but I need you all to start being honest and acknowledge the fact that Ryan singing in that #one movie was very heavily autotuned #like sure he’s gotta be able to carry a note #but not by much

[nerves-nebula]

Shouldn’t let white queers coin terms tbh they often don’t really know much about oppression outside of their queerness which leads to really weird internally incongruent concepts of how oppression works becoming mainstream. Which is annoying.

#nnstuff #rambling #I’m being hyperbolic btw #but not by much

[metaphorical-goblin]

Narumitsu + Coffee

He set the cup down, styrofoam and squeaky, all too hard on the already-stained coffee table. Edgeworth twitched again, tightening his fingers around the case file until his knuckles whitened.

His hair, frayed and frazzled. Eyes sunken, and yet, in the same beat, wild and panicked.

His tongue darted out to wet his cracked lips as Phoenix’s gaze caught his own, and Miles wriggled out of the stare just as quickly, casting his eyes aside to the ring on the table, carefully carved by a sweating glass weeks prior.

“You should get some sleep,” the defense attorney finally announced. It almost hurt to break the silence, this tenderly crafted thing they had been skating around all evening.

And yet. A sling, an arrow, sending the wall crashing down. A tension of Oobleck, that ruddy cornstarch-water blend they made back in third grade that was a living contradiction in itself.

Too much tension, a quick and decisive attack, and the concoction would thicken up, absorb the blow like rubber. But gentle pressure, soft, blanketing pressure…

“You can take my bed,” he added, already lifting his recently-abandoned coffee cup to his lips and taking a swig of the lukewarm liquid. “I’ll probably just… sleep on the couch tonight.”

Miles’ eyes shifted again. “I… can’t. Not yet. We haven’t even figured out who the real criminal is, yet.”

His sword hit the metaphorical wall, and Phoenix slumped down into the couch once again, case file in one hand and coffee cup in the other. His headache made its presence known once again with the motion. He bit down the urge to hiss through the pain. Miles crossed and uncrossed his legs thrice over in the silence before finally settling, bringing his own file closer with an angry squint.

“You ever think about getting glasses?”

“You’re changing the subject,” the prosecutor retorted.

“And you’re still reviewing files.”

He buried his nose into his own papers, if only to avoid Miles’ stern gaze, already feeling it bore into his side as he took another drag from his cup.

“I really wish you wouldn’t drink coffee this late.”

Phoenix shrugged. “It’s only… what, 10:30? I’ve got a lot to review, you know that. I don’t have—“

“It’s two.”

He blinked. “Sorry?”

“Two. Well, two-thirteen. Technically.”

Bleary-eyed, the man tore his focus away from his file and directed it to the clock that was shaped like a sunrise on his wall.

Miles was right.

Probably.

Phoenix couldn’t see clearly enough to confirm, anyway.

“Oh.”

“Oh, indeed.”

“We have court in… eight hours.”

The prosecutor nodded.

Phoenix drained another cup (how many was that? He had lost count) and slapped his knees. “So at least three more hours of work before i really have to go to bed.”

Miles twitched, again. Slid his file to the table. “Wright—“

“But you should probably go ahead and go. Beauty rest, and all that.”

A breath passed between them as the clock ticked, ticked, ticked away.

“It’s… late,” Miles finally murmured. Something about the evening required a reverence of this variety, he believed.

Phoenix swallowed and refused to meet those eyes that threatened to fold him in half and tuck him away in his breast pocket, close to his beating heart that would surely lull him to sleep within a moment.

“I have a lot of work to do, Miles,” he whispered.

His hand hesitated, hovering just on the outskirts of cloth and skin and bone (and perhaps something deeper, something they could have shared in another universe). Miles quickly withdrew, almost afraid of burning himself.

Another beat. Another shot through Phoenix’s aching skull. Another refill on his coffee should be in order.

And just one more review of this evidence.

It had to be good evidence.

It had to be good evidence.

And then, fire and ice all at once, kissing against his wrist like manacles of silk, was Miles’ hand, real this time.

“Phoenix, you…”

He didn’t have the words, naturally. They were hard to find in this sanctuary of almost-silence.

But perhaps that gripped harder than words would have, his fingers lightly curled around his pulse point and his eyes that refused to break him down, still staring intently at the file clutched tight in his hand.

That awed silence.

Phoenix let it envelope him as he fell back against the couch, Miles’ grip never faltering. His thumb moved in tight circles against his skin, rubbing over freckles and old scars.

He hummed, a deep and punched sound, gesturing to his lap, the pillow he had just placed there.

The most tempting siren Phoenix had ever heard of. His head sunk down into that pillow like a stone thrown into the ocean, and Miles’ fingers curled up into the ripple of waves of his hair, spiked and drooping and dulled.

He kept circling, tracing those feather-light touches all across his scalp, humming a short note every other tick of that never-stopping analog.

Phoenix hadn’t reviewed all the evidence yet. He didn’t know where it all came from. He didn’t know if it was reputable.

(But he had. Thrice over, already. And had it approved by detectives and prosecutors alike.)

(And yet.)

Caffeine and terror clenched his heart, and his fists clenched in time as he dry-swallowed a sob.

Miles didn’t need to know.

If the prosecutor felt him jolt, he at least had the decency not to say anything. Instead, he leaned down, grazing his temple with a kiss, and brought up his other hand to thumb over a dampened cheek, massage an earlobe between thumb and forefinger.

Phoenix steadied his breathing in time with Miles’ careful touches, his broken half-song dragging him deeper and deeper into a hypnotic slumber.

Murmurs of love and pride met his ear (and perhaps they left Phoenix’s lips, as well. He couldn’t be certain, at the moment), and the defense attorney’s eyes slid shut.

(Definitely looking for more prompts like this. I’d like to practice writing more imagery and a little less reliance on dialogue, and these shorter pieces are a great start for that!)

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #narumitsu #fanfic #wrightworth #coffee #post 7yg #technically #but not by much

[thatsbelievable]

#Tonight’s Mood #emotions #moods #affirmations #E.M. Hasty #Better than wet feet #but not by much

[obstinaterixatrix]

sitting next to dad on the couch silently as he plays classical music on the radio. this is the only way to bond with him btw

#my ramblings #I’m exaggerating #but not by much

[cannibalspicnic]

THE OUTER LIMITS (1995-2002) 2.01 "A Stitch in Time"

AMANDA PLUMMER and MICHELLE FORBES as Dr. Theresa Givens and Agent Jamie Pratt

#the outer limits #amanda plummer #michelle forbes #scifiedit #scifigifs #tvedit #picardedit #vadic #ro laren #chewieblog #userbbelcher #tagging with picard stuff so it reaches interested parties #i'm being so very normal about this #i'm probably making it look gayer than it is #but not by much #for anyone else who wishes we got a scene with ro and vadic together #apparently their wildly sapphic chemistry would have been too much to let them do a scene together #sometimes i gif

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Oh for fucks sake the Black Rabbit is Glitchtrap. It’s literally Glitchyboy trying to escape into reality via a new host from the main network.

That’s why it moves closer to us and prevents us from taking the mask off. If you can’t take the mask off, you can’t avoid the fucker. It reaches for you at the end to move from the servers into you, but either Roxy coming back online triggers the safety protocols and prevents that or Cassie walks too far away to reach and it misses it’s chance.

I’m so mad but this makes somewhat more sense than it being the MXES or the Digital Mimic.

#fnaf security breach #fnaf security breach ruin #ruin dlc spoilers #fnaf ruin dlc #it makes sense!! #the guy isn't made of remnant and its connected to the rest of the network so it wouldn't have mattered if it was killed as burntrap or not! #isn't it infuriating that its still fucking here?? #better than Mimic 2 I guess #but not by much

[coldflasher]

me staring at my latest attempt to outline dndb, which is currently split into various lists of non-chronological scenes categorized by subplot, colour codes based on a) things that need to link up with other scenes later in the fic, and a collection of romantic scenes labelled with emojis so i can make sure there's an equal balance of reasons to fall for each other on both sides: this is fine :)))

#i mean it's somewhat more coherent than when my outline was literally a bunch of index cards attached together with tape and string #but not by much #dndb updates

[wibble-wobbegong]

pov mike tries to come out to nancy

mike: nancy… i think- i think i might like boys. i think i really, really like will. i don’t know what to do-

nancy:

#nancy: i accept you. im not gonna talk to you for the rest of the season now #am i exaggerating? probably #but not by much #byler

[hamletteprinceofdenmark]

okay okay I’m normal again

hey do you guys ever think about c!tubbo for 0.2 seconds and have to go sit in a dim room with no noise to calm down?

#< hyperbole for the bit #BUT NOT BY MUCH #dsmp #tubbo #c!tubbo

[skyriderwednesday]

Honestly now that I’ve run out of dated cases and ones that reference others, it’s getting to the point where stories just go where vibes feel right.

Also sometimes I’m just arranging them so Holmes and Watson get to have a fun case between the harrowing ones.

Ran yourself ragged trying to clear an innocent man of murder? Sounds like it’s time to figure out that The Horse Did It!

#sherlock holmes #acd canon #i reject your chronology and substitute my own #my reasoning for the placement of silver blaze is a bit more complicated than that #but not by much #similarly: made a horrible screw up that resulted in a nice man’s death? #what a good time to get to do some dramatics and have lestrade tell you he’s proud of you!