#tell me what u think

[puppyeared]

What did they do to you

#first image is botw and second image is totk #this did confirm my hunch that Link kind of.. matured? got more formal?? #I noticed his dialogue options in totk are shorter and more formal compared to the funny ones in botw :( #it’s a very subtle change. he is a little silly sometimes when he says stuff like saying ‘I am indeed’ when a kid asked if he was a voe #or a very enthusiastic ‘nope!’ when asked if he used a sand seal to get to Gerudo town #anyway don’t mind me I’m rummaging thru my notes and screen recordings because I’m chewing on this fucker like he’s a chew toy #It makes me wonder if this is him falling back into his persona from pre calamity #but he already went thru botw with amnesia and he doesn’t need to be as stiff anymore.. if anything he’s more relaxed abt it #tell me what u think #botw #totk spoilers #tears of the kindom spoilers #tears of the kingdom #totk #legend of Zelda #loz #yapping

[zmickmilk]

So I tried editing for the first time :) made my drawing into one

#tell me what u think #but be nice #my first try yk #shameless us #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavich #shameless edit #my edit #gallavich edit

[thaliasthunder]

do u guys really think nico will see the ghost of jason since the elysium wasnt in the tsats map?

#part of me's sure they included that in the story since rick & mark know their reunion is something that EVERYONE wants #i mean they know fans would be disappointed if not and they wouldnt risk their rating and sellings #.....but #part of me also thinks they know their reunion is something everyone expects? so that wouldnt be much of surprise? #and since rick already established nico accepted jason's death in ToN so nico really purposedly searching for jason in hades #would be contradictory? #IDK GUYS #tell me what u think #tbh not seeing elysium in the map kinda set me off #but maybe theh wanted to keep it a surprise??? I HOPE SO #OR maybe we'll have a flashback of nico going to elysium to see jason BEFORE going to tartarus #tsats #the sun an the star #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #jason grace #pjo #hoo #pjo/hoo #rick riordan #riordanverse #mark oshiro

[microwavedmetal]

#house md #houseposting #decided to go with the og team for now #tell me what u think

[koqabear]

stupid fucking wip is finally off my hands i’m about to go knock out

#never write smut in multiple sittings. #it’s literally hell #anyways that’s all. go read my depravity of a fic #tell me what u think #rambles #fic: chulo

[doodlboy]

Rb 4 bigger sample size!

#tbh this is a really hard choice 4 me #on 1 hand zombie bc of obvious reasons but i also dislike green and I'm not the biggest fan of shiver #[altho they did say some raw as hell line abt everyone being made of goo so it doesn't matter if they're dead or alive] #skeleton is fun bc skeleton war and stuff #ghost would be cute 2 also big mans costume is adorable #idk man #anyway! #tell me what u think #splatoon #splatfest #splatoween #splatoon 3 #elliot rambles #polls #i didnt mean 2 set the time 4 so long oops #also also even if u dont play sploon u can weigh in on this if u want 2

[emoangel44]

just redid my web theme. check it out :)

#tell me what u think #raxz.txt

[davidmorfordd1234]

(via Listen to David Morford's remix created on La Scratcheuse)

#tell me what u think

[sunshinesteviee]

Okay how’s this mobile theme ???

#i can’t decide #i think I like it but idk #tell me what u think #pls

[prettymrswright]

new @prettymrswright smut just hit the streets🫣 that’s what they saying 🤭

#go read!!! #tell me what u think

[miamordanipedrosa]

summer is coming...contract talks will most likely be happening so let's talk...

feel free to elaborate in tags :)

#tell me what u think #daniel ricciardo #fran.polls

[daddyjackfrost]

JUST WATCHED EPISODE ONE OF MOONKNIGHT

😦😦😦😦

JANSJSNJS AND??? THOUGHTS???

#isn’t steven just so #cute #and sad #tell me what u think #i want to be inside ur brain #june <3 #hana’s.asks!

[over-rated-cheese]

Summary: It's 1997, Mike and Will meet at an old diner in their hometown.

I Finally posted my first ever fanfic. My writing is angsty and always will be angsty and this is no exception. I wrote this after listening to Old Friend by Mitski. It is silently inspired by the song but I mostly just took the part about the diner.

I would like to tag @theonebyler because they helped me decide rather this fic would be angsty or not. So thank you very much for that ❤

#(I was that one anon) #byler #byler tumblr #byler fanfic #byler fic #my first fanfic #byler angst #angst is life #angst #fanfic #tell me what u think #stranger things

[lizzieraindrops]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eris Morn/Ikora Rey Characters: Eris Morn, Ikora Rey Additional Tags: Season of the Haunted, the BIG themes of processing and healing and making new choices this season..., Recovery, the long process, Healing, it’s about the GROWTH, Solstice of Heroes 2022

Summary:

For so long, I believed peace was beyond my reach. No more. I have found it in guiding others down the same path that saved me.

But… I might allow myself to want more than peace. What, I am not certain. Is joy the word? Might I find that again?

  — Eris' radio dialogue from the end of Season of the Haunted

Chapter 2: Might I find that again  —  |  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |

Eris takes a moment to think in the HELM and comes to a decision.

Weeks passed. Incarnated Nightmares rose and fell and were transformed. As always, their herculean efforts were just enough to hold the line, for now. The following lull in urgency would not last.

Even so, after Calus' simultaneous ascendance and banishment, Eris' mind slowed from the fervor of weeks of sleepless research.

She stood before the immense golden Crown of Sorrow in the HELM's portside wing. Though it continuously rebelled against the unintended purposes toward which she had forced its fell power, with maintenance it remained bound. Bulbous nodules and long, limb-thick twisting branches of egregore held it aloft and swayed as if in their own wind. Their dark questing creepers wreathed about the dim room, doubling the uneasy dance of the candlelight.

The familiar red-sun-at-morning glow of the Nightmares that the infestation had attracted plucked at her attention, but she only spared them a glance to confirm that they were not hers. Eris was not one of them. They were echoes of bitter endings long past saving or changing.

Before those looming shapes, Eris held still. She cradled her Ahamkara stone in her hands, its burning chill against her skin. At slow length, she thought on the transformations she had witnessed, had helped birth.

She noticed in Crow a new groundedness, a more settled confidence developing in his stride. She saw the occasional smile or sadness cross Zavala's face unguarded more often than once in a blue moon. From afar — but not as far as before — she watched the Empress step into new patterns with renewed dedication and unburdened grace.

Eris herself had not enacted a severance from her tamed Nightmares. She had not undergone any transformation as showy or obvious as the others. Yet it was undeniable that she, too, had changed.

At first, she hadn't noticed, not until she looked back upon the course of her counsels over the months, and saw how giving them had changed her as much as receiving them had changed the others.

It shouldn't have been a surprise, bound as they were to each others' burdens and relief alike. Even as Eris had been easing open the shells of the chrysalises from which their renewal had emerged, they had been outlining a wire frame for fresh wings of her own. Now she was left with the bewildering possibility of stretching her own canvas between those new lifelines.

Where would she be, if not here?

She had already survived longer than any of those pitiful red revenants drawn to the spores, far longer than she had ever expected when she'd felt her Light go out in the tunnels beneath the Moon. The last traces of Arc had dissipated from her fingers like static, leaving her mortal. Back then, she had never thought to see the sun or stars again.

Yet she had emerged from the depths once more: years later and terribly changed, yes, but alive. When she did, the sun still touched her skin with warmth, even if it blinded her new, unearthly eyes.

In those early days of her return, every day's survival was a small, desperate victory. And every greater victory, whether hollow or sating, was another skin that soon stopped fitting and sloughed off to leave her raw, vulnerable, and needful of new purpose once more.

In these past years, she had become so many times — it was almost as if she still died and revived anew like any whole Guardian. But, of course, she was not. So few of them could even bear to imagine the pain of losses such as hers, much less the possibility of any life beyond them.

That possibility was something she, too, had long ignored as irrelevant, impossible. No longer.

As she had told the Drifter, guiding others safely through the treacherous mental labyrinths that she had once been lost in had brought her much of the peace she had long craved.

Yet, as Eris stood there, steady even surrounded by familiar shadows of suffering, she wanted more.

Though she still scarcely knew what form more would even take, she wanted it. How newly needful the self became, once the worst pains had eased. Instead of pushing that desire away and ignoring it, she drew it aside into a sheltered, curious place within herself and turned it over and over in her hands, truly considering it.

She had long known that she would not see the end of the war. But she was surprised to find that her heart no longer believed that meant it would never soften again.

Mara had always said she was worth more than her usefulness in the greater fight. Asher had always treated her wounded self with a kindness that belied his words. The Guardian had lightened her burdens one by one until she could breathe. Ikora had met her again and again with unyielding care and compassion, even when Eris had lashed out in pain.

All of them had chosen to trust that she was a person who deserved such regard, long before she felt anything like one. Perhaps, then, the change she felt now was truly within herself, within her own ability to receive such kindnesses, nurtured to life by the same.

Now, after experiencing the way her own presence in others' lives could work the same wonders, the wanting within her was a desire to keep growing deeper into that mutuality.

There was someone with whom the idea of such reciprocity and closeness lingered in the back of her mind, long present but unacknowledged. Even though Eris would swear they had both noticed that potential, it had always felt too irrelevant, unattainable, impossible to prioritize over the task at hand. But perhaps it had always been less a matter of priority and more one of balance. And now, as she thought of her... Eris was not so certain of her own previous objections.

Ikora had been different since Savathûn's return in the Light. Whatever uncertainty about the Darkness that had held her in suspense was gone. She spoke to Eris once again, as if she hadn't been avoiding her letter regarding Stasis for the past year. When the Relic appeared on a returned Mars, Ikora displayed no hesitation in sending her Hidden to delve into its secrets, despite the fact that it was clearly infused with Darkness in every shadowy brick and mirrored tile.

In these past months, working together so often to unravel the mysteries of the Lucent Brood and the Leviathan, the two of them were as close as they had ever been. They had both been changed by the shifting world, and had chosen to change with it. Yet what was it that was different between them?

Was it the same reason that Ikora had sought her out personally, with the excuse of bringing her research notes?

Was it the same reason Eris had spent so long thinking about this even now, long enough to give her her own answer?

Eris chuckled to herself in the dimness. The egregore seemed to seethe darker in response, the Crown to gleam coldly in affront at her amusement.

Eris eyed them with both respect and contempt. "Rail and rot," she told them. "I hold you bound yet. But you do not provide my only purpose." She glanced at the blood-red shadows, some of them familiar now. "Not anymore. You merely pave its path."

Eris wanted balance. She craved the light of the dawn as well as the shelter of night she had claimed to keep it from claiming her. She had always fought for the hope of that eventual break in the sky. But now, only now, did she consider that she might have a place beneath it, and not just in clearing the way toward it.

She left to go look for Ikora.

#eris morn #ikora rey #destiny 2 #season of the haunted #erikora #eris/ikora #ikoris #destiny the game #destiny fanfiction #posting this as a treat to myself after a Hell of a day!!! enjoy #tell me what u think #writers live for that shit u know #unveiling: trust and hope lives in my brain constantly

[shopcat]

the baby has one parent's little face marking thing and the other's coat because they're a little horse family the world is a beautiful place

#☆ #might become really obsessed with horses i'm not sure yet #maybe specifically mustangs and other feral horses... They intrigue me deeply #update i've been informed the thing is called a blaze but i just described it instead in the alt text bc i think clarity matters more than #erm. specificity?? #also sorry if i don't know what colour the horses are. someone tell me if u like i like this stuff #🐯 #domestic horse (equus ferus caballus) #equid #juvenile #top

[haetrack]

i’m starting to read spur of the moment part 2 now!!!! i was waiting for it can’t wait to read it all 🫠

IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU TO READ ITTT i hope u like it just as much as the first part anon 🫂❤️

#asks #anon #TELL ME WHAT U THINK #haechan our beloved