#hello! its been a hot minute

[b4kuch1n]

post-drive sketch commissions fulfilled so far! for Cookie Nomie, A. Peake, @azaelyas, viviiyon on twitter, bxby_ashhh on twitter, tsunesama, @trucbiduleschouettes, and Anna.

#commission art #e-sims for gaza #hello! its been a hot minute #I have been. cooking a Lot. such is the nature of lunar new year #but I have. also been racing to finish up some craft stuff due to sudden request from benefactor (mother) #and I was out of hanoi for uhhh two days in total. couldnt open my laptop during those #and also I've finally caught up on sherlock&co.... I. can see something approach in the near future. u must simply excuse me #hope everyones doing well hope theres been good eatin. hope weve been keepin up with helpin out where we can #news are turning in directions that make me hopeful. that have a familiar look I know from our own history #I will keep chippin away at the rest of the queue during the holiday. we gotta do what we can. I'm glad I can help at all #one more day til the year of the dragon. I'll show u guys the stuff I made for lunar new year tomorrow. for now I sleep #have a good night guys! every dragon was once a carp etc

[amity-png]

i think amity deserves to have goggles. as a treat

#the owl house #toh #amity blight #art tag #ITS BEEN A HOT MINUTE HELLO #im opening commissions soon i will! probably post abt it here

[tyongsies]

jaemin ♡ 'smoothie' (240408)

#nctinc #nct dream #gifs: jaemin #flashing gif #useroro #userresa #ocora #tuseral #aleksbestie #jadeblr #HELLO FRIENDS ITS BEEN A HOT MINUTE i missed giffing <3

[vaguely-concerned]

I understand intellectually just how ludicrously convenient, not to say integral, transporter technology is for the fully automated luxury gay space communism functioning of the star trek universe. but I do somehow feel that there should be more attention paid in-universe to the fact that when you step into one of those things you are playing russian roulette with your immortal soul. we should at least see some people do the sign of the cross or something before they step into one. it probably goes under the 'flying is actually statistically safer than driving' category of thing, I'll acknowledge, but the worst a plane (or spaceship) can ultimately do is crash and kill you. when the transporter malfunctions it will straight up divide the universe by zero and make you an evil twin while it's at it

#I simply think a system that means you can be downloaded to quark's holosuites at the mistimed flicker of an atom #probably would be regarded with a bit more awe and tremor. is all #the transporter is a capricious god that demands o'brien's attention and suffering as its sacrifice #star trek #star trek ds9 #ds9 #i'm a trek noob but already I am like 'why does ANYONE dare to use these things it's the greatest threat to galactic security' #in 'past tense' they literally oopsie delete all of starfleet for a hot minute!!! hello!!!!! can anyone hear me!!!!! #I'm sure people have been talking about this since the sixties but I can't get over it

[guardian-angle22]

TK/Carlos + Touch

↳ 4.08 Control Freaks

#911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #911lsedit #tk/carlos + touch #oh hello my old friend its been a hot minute since ive done one of these #my favorite thing from this episode was the looks they were giving each other tbh #but a close second is tk clutching to carlos' shoulder after losing andrea to the dark side #the massive sigh he gave as he just focused all his frustration into grabbing carlos so he wouldnt explode right there lol #my gifs #episode: s04e08 control freaks

[gingerbreadpopsolo]

Me: *casually scrolling tumblr*

Me: *sees ninjago trending*

Me:

Me: why do I hear boss music

#HELLO 2020 HYPERFIXATION HOW HAVE YOU BEEN #bringing back the roots of this blog osbfkwbfown #its been a hot minute since i jumped up kicked back whipped around and spinned #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago posting #my Morro's Second Chance AU haunts me to this day #as does my Ninjago FNAF fusion au #help

[helsex-moved]

'Who's supposed to be catching who again, Mr. Deputy?'

[Rbs appreciated!]

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #helsknight #evil xisuma #western au #exhels #kinda #its just lightly implied so im not too pressed about tagging it shipping #y'all will be seeing more of this au though #that's a promise #also hi hello ik it's been a hot minute #Hels' Western AU #Kirby Kreates

[dxfiedfxte]

He outstretches a long yawn, one that echoes throughout his home as he leaves the bedroom, looking a little tired, but feeling completely invigorated. He didn't know how long exactly he slept for, but it was definitely worth it, as he felt more rested than usual.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Maaaaan what a good sleep! I slept like the dead!." Rubbing his grey eyes, he takes his phone off the charger, unlocking it, his eyes widen a bit as he looks at the date on his phone:

Thursday January 18th 2024

It takes him a few minutes, but after he finally processes what exactly happened, it's not hard to tell what exactly had happened, and he couldn't even believe it, but after restarting his phone, he found that it indeed was the correct date. Putting the phone on his computer desk, he scratches the back of his head.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Wait! No way! Did I seriously sleep all the way past new year? Just how tired was I?" Confusion sets in, but it doesn't last very long, as it soon turns into a smile.

[{ 🦋 }} - "Phew, boy am I glad I booked the first three weeks of January off. Best sleep ever! Buuut I should probably make a post on twitter, before I become the next death hoax."

#ᴠ: Tʜᴇ Fᴏᴏʟ's Nᴇᴡ Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ (MAɪɴ/Pᴏsᴛ-P4UA) #Fᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ Mʏ OWN Fᴀᴛᴇ (IC) #HELLO HELLO I AM BACK #I know its been a HOT minute #But consider this post as proof that the blueberry lives again! #I'll be on Vergil for a lil bit after work #But after a few replies I will be here! #sorry for disappearing! #I had DMC brainrot - still got it - just to a lesser extent #I mean - enough to be here and be on Vergil anyway lol #Local blueberry ghost hunter sleeps SEVERAL days past the new year #A VERY Minato thing to do tbh lmao

[ramthews]

bratz was so right because i too love having a cute nickname to call the people in my life are you kidding. normalize calling your friends 'angel' normalize calling your friends 'pretty princess' normalize giving your friends a cute special pet name its FUCKING CUTE

#i'm soo. <3 i love pet names i wanna be the kind of person who uses pet names for people #i love being like oh you're a peach/gem/doll/etc when somebody does something nice for me but MORE THAN THAT #pet names in general are SOOOOO cute. LIKE HELLO I LOVE YOU NAMES OF ENDEARMENT #ITS JUST SUCH A CUTE CONCEPT TO ME #also the examples are nicknames from bratz . by the way #DSFMGKLSMDLKMDSLKMSDLKMSDLKDS #BUT NO SERIOUSLY ITS SO CUTE like ive been really into calling my best friend bestie like she texts me and i'm like omg bestie is here <3 #AND THATS ANOTHER THING. 'BEST FRIEND' YOU'RE THE *BEST* AND YOU'RE MY *FRIEND* YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND ITS SO CUTE #ive been thinking about this for a hot minute now its just SOO cutes to me #ram rambles

[wolfriver777]

Hi!

#man i miss postong hello #personal #i feel like its been a hot minute since ive gone ham and just posted every thought i had on a day

[bandy-andy]

HI ANDY ILYYYYYY

DELILAH HELLO! HI! HELLO!!! LOVE YA TOO!!!!!

#HEllo Delilah! its been a hot minute! always lovely to see ya in my inbox #I hopw you are doing so so so so so well and that you are having a lovely day!!!! :] #bandy answers #bandy answers mutuals

[cat-of-starlight]

Well I've been lurking on the edge of this game long enough, I better draw something so uhh-

Have a Daniil sketch!!

Alt version w/ injuries under the cut

Its Pathologic, you know how it is-

#Hello hi yes this is my 1st real contribution to this fandom #This is my first time drawing him actually so I'm surprised he turned out as well as he did #...That and I have been busy enough that I actually haven't drawn in a hot minute...aha #He's cute and a good warmup back into drawing though- so its fine #I DO plan to make an actual illustration because a specific song gave me brainrot about him- #but my big sketchbook for thumbnailing is out of paperrr and I like thumbnailing on paper/not digital #so stay tuned folks- I'll get a new one soon-ish(?) #pathologic #pathologic fanart #daniil dankovsky #my art #blood

[parcai]

kit you are such a crazy gal… love it for u 🫂🤍

thank u sm 4 joining me on this whirlwind romance!!! 🙂 expect wedding invitations soon. expect them. 💒👰‍♀🔔 🧛‍♀️.

#idk what i used 2 tag ur stuff 😭😭😭 my god its been a hot minute hello again yashvi #ishqqq #yashvi tag #???? LOL #answered

[lcveblind]

"Aren't you ever afraid to die, Princess?"

The abrupt question slips into the air as the waves crash gently upon the beach's shore. Its speaker eyed his only companion with his usual (if not less smug) smirk as she stood amidst its waters. For a moment, the princess is silent--her quietness filled with the cries of soaring gulls overhead and the rise and fall of the sea.

"I am not afraid of death."

That is what she chooses to say first. Edeline does not look at Cadius when she answers, coral eyes set upon the shimmer of the day's waves.

"What is death to someone of royal blood?" she continued. "Why must I be afraid, knowing that one, inevitable day, I shall be swept back into the tides of time to rest? I refuse to live in fear of what may happen the moment I perish."

"Instead--"

Her reflection wobbles on the water's surface.

"--I am more afraid for what may be of this world by the time I am gone."

"I can only hope that by then, I have done all I could, and I may rest in peace knowing the lives of many--especially those close to heart--will continue to improve even after my last breath."

"And if they do not..."

Her eyes fall shut.

"Then I wish nothing more but for their ends to be gentle and kind. That they, too, will find peace in their rest, and I may one day greet them once more."

#♡ || as spoken by edeline. #♡ || as observed by cadius. #hi hello it sure has been a hot minute but Im alive!! #just hyperfixed on a couple of things and am! currently starting my job training!! #so might be a bit more spotty still ajdhdh #but y eah #just #edeline not being afraid of death #she knows what will happen to her and is #not at all terrified of it #everything has its time and place #and when her time comes she's hoping it will be after she's done all she could as a princess

[vanderilnde]

HELLO HELLO HI!!! just read your butcher!simon and i’m. in LOVE??? maybe you could continue about reader like. keeps running into him at the Worst Times (running late going somewhere looking like shit, barely awake or crying in the elevator idk LOL) and he’s just like 🤨🤨??? OR reader tries to make small talk with him since they usually get off work at the same time but simon being simon he’s just like. hm. or grunts HE’S TRYING! BUT HE’S JUST a bit socially inept… oRRR reader bakes and had some leftovers and decides to give extras to simon and he’s like. Okay . and pretends that he’s not amused but secretly loves it SO CUTE AAGHH can’t think of anything else but penny for your thoughts? teehee LOVE YOUR WORKKK

ARGHHHH socially inept butcher!simon is so cute. i wanna build a shrinking machine and zap him with it and fossilise him in amber <3

-

Dusk has eclipsed Manchester, draping a greyscale blanket over the city by the time you enter the laundry room with a hamper tucked under your arm.

That was fifteen minutes ago. And since then, you’ve been trying to get the damn washing machine to work.

It’s an old hunk of junk. Repurposed scrap metal with duct tape lining its corners and a dog-eared note hanging above it, reading, Do Not Overload! in crude writing.

You bend your thumb into the start button for the umpteenth time, but it’s fruitless. The feeble machine rumbles to life, sputtering, then has its embers killed as it fails to continue running.

You angrily huff. Your eye bags are as laden as your muscles, heavy and weighed down with the stress of everything piling up. Job hunting; the constant maintenance your neglected flat needs; the abrasive attitude of your new neighbours.

Fleetingly, you consider moving back home. But before the rumination snatches you, you snuff it out with a swift, irritable kick to the drywall next to you, your toes bending with the impact, the pain crawling up your marrow.

“Bit uncalled for, don’t you think?” Chimes from behind you, and you swirl around, coming face-to-mask with Simon. You hope he can’t see your dewy waterline.

“Don’t believe that wall ever did nothin’ to ya,” he tacks on.

The cellophane of the plastic bag he holds—which you presume carries his laundry—crinkles as he clenches his hand. He’s swathed in sweatpants and a compression shirt, slick with a wisp of sweat, and lets his curls sit freely, its tint somewhere on the threshold between rustic cocoa and gilded blonde.

Simon’s words belatedly catch up to you. You heed his attempt at a playful inflection, unsure if it was meant for you or for him, and flush when you see how expectantly, and bluntly, he’s eyeing you.

You listlessly gesture to the washing machine. “It isn’t working.”

His grunt is prefatory. Simon walks towards the machine, poises a fist over it, and brings his hand down on it in three, sparse punches.

The machine coughs out exhaust, then burgeons into a smooth run.

“Not broken,” Simon grumbles, his words barely lucid beneath his Manchester lilt, “just fucking old.”

“I see,” you mumble, “thanks.”

Simon steps back and begins unloading his own laundry. He stuffs wads of clothing, all imbued with blood and the scent of meat, into another machine.

A pinprick of gluttony tugs your stomach. To say something, anything, to keep the conversation warm.

“The mask…” you begin, “is the black mold in your flat that bad?”

Simon turns to you, his eyes deadpan. It sends icy humiliation up your spine, leaving you pettish.

The hum of the washing machine loosely offsets the thick embarrassment in the room. Loud and tinny.

Beneath the rumble, however, a small, barely-there chuckle crosses Simon’s tongue. “Ha,” he says. It’s charitable at worst and genuine at best.

“… I should go… while my clothes’re washing,” you mumble, your cheeks hot with embarrassment.”

You’re past the threshold, stepping into the corridor, when Simon calls after you.

Your lungs stutter and stop. You want him to ask for your number, ask you out to lunch some time, but when you turn around, you feel like you’re falling.

An ornamental pair of panties dangle from Simon’s forefinger. It’s lacy, gauzy, and should be lying on the floor of your flat.

You burn a searing molten as you snatch it from his hands, mortified, and sprint towards the lift.

You turned around before you could see it. A caper in Simon’s eye, the barest implication to something more than a maladroit interaction: an amused, titillating smirk beneath his mask.

#simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod mw2 #butcher!simon #simon writing #writing

[muffinlance]

Kidnapped Zuko? Rescued by Gaang who dont know who he is and he has to hide his identity.

Okay, so. There’s already a teenager down in Commander Muttonchop’s brig. This fact is so far past concerning it’s wrapped around to let’s-not-think-too-hard-about-this hilarity, and Sokka finds himself grinning, and offering the guy a good ol’ fashioned Water Tribe wrist shake through the bars. They’re neighbors, after all.

“Hello, Fellow Prisoner. What are you in for?”

“I, uh,” says Fellow Prisoner, who is clearly undersocialized from his time in here. He’s looking a little grimy around the edges of his all-black outfit, and the bruises on him have had time to get newer, fresher bruises on top, which is just. That is all kinds of reassuring. Oh, and the giant fiery facial scar. Also reassuring. Though at least that one’s a few years old. So… inflicted when he was, what, Aang’s age?

So reassured, is feeling Sokka, for the Fire Nation’s upcoming hospitality.  

“Uh,” repeats Fellow Prisoner, who is uncoiling a little in the direction of Sokka’s offered hand. As if Sokka was trying to coax him out, and hadn’t just sort of forgotten he was holding it there while his thoughts were doing their downward spiral. But hey, one man’s desperate attempts to keep his cool were another man’s offer of friendship. Fellow Prisoner grasped his wrist and shook it, in both the most technically correct and least experienced Water Tribe wrist clasp Sokka has ever experienced. 

“Zhao thinks I was stealing military correspondence,” the guy says.

“Were you stealing military correspondence?” asks Sokka.

“Only his,” scowls Fellow Prisoner, to whom Sokka takes an immediate liking. “...What did you do? To get arrested. But not killed. He doesn’t usually…”

So, so reassured.

“Oh, you know,” Sokka says, continuing to shake wrists, because it is becoming clear that Fellow Prisoner has no idea how long this is supposed to last and Sokka isn't going to be the one to stop him. “The usual. Found the Avatar. Became traveling companions. Got captured doing something definitely heroic that did not in anyway involve excessive screaming of an unmanly pitch.”

“...The Avatar?” says Fellow Prisoner, who clearly knows how to focus on the important points.

“I’m bait,” says Sokka.

“For the Avatar.”

To be fair, Sokka is still a little stuck on that point, too. It’s been a few weeks, but he still wakes up too-hot in the night and wondering why the stars above him aren’t quite right.

“Yep,” he confirms.

Fellow Prisoner’s face does a thing. A sort of processing, processing, processing thing that involves progressively more scowling. “The Avatar left you? I knew the old man must be a coward.”

“So,” Sokka says, “about that.”

Fellow Prisoner drinks up Sokka’s story like a man who’s spent three years in a desert searching for water. 

- - -

(It’s been two and half years.)

- - - 

Their escape involves a significantly higher swords-to-escapees ratio than Sokka had anticipated, which is distractingly epic. 

Also, the last-minute bison save is both the stupidest thing his little sister could have possibly done and very welcome, which means that Sokka is going to catch his breath and let some of his adrenaline fade before channeling his inner Gran-Gran for a lecture. 

Fellow Prisoner sheaths both his swords. And kind of stares, rather than sitting down, so Sokka pulls him over before the bison turbulence (read: catapult dodging) can do the job. This does nothing to interrupt the staring. 

“Hi,” says Aang, looking back from Appa’s head. “I’m Aang! What’s your name?”

“...Li?”

Under the sunlight, Fellow Prisoner’s eyes glint gold. He is… very Fire Nation-y looking, now that there is enough light to see him. And he is warmer against Sokka’s side than anyone not feverish should be, even in the ridiculous heat these northerners call ‘winter’.

“Are you a firebender?” asks Aang, like that question hasn’t spent decades earning its status as an insult.

“Uh,” says Li.

“Great!” says Aang, who has already figured out Li-speak. “I need a teacher!”

On the deck below them, Zhao has gone from shouting to laughing. 

Sokka continues to be reassured.

#Zuko: I will definitely not ruin this for myself #also Zuko: *immediately gets declared a traitor to his nation AND burns bridges with the Gaang* #Sokka: oh my god he's literally a hot idiot #And There Was Only One Braincell #this doesn't have to be Zukka but boy did I want to use that tag #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla #Zuko #Fellow Prisoner Li #ficlet