I decided to watch Jujutsu Kaisen to see what’s all this hype with Gojo-sensei and…. I understand now. I’m so sorry for doubting you, internet
ALSO YUJI IS AN AMAZING ETHEREAL BEING I CAUGHT THE BIG DOKI DOKI FOR THIS BOY
I’ve been in denial but there is decidedly now three characters that I look at and go “oh shit i’m gay for them”
reki and his hoodies in ep2
“There’s only one bed?”
Dom has his back to Andrew, which means he definitely can’t see the frantic expression on his face — and he certainly can’t see Andrew turn on his heel to stare blankly at the wall as Dom strips off his jersey.
“Well, yeah,” Dom says, and Andrew doesn’t have to see him to hear he’s laughing, “we share an apartment with a whole goddamn team, Solis, we can’t afford a room with two beds.”
[send me a pairing/character and a prompt and I’ll write a three-sentence fic!]
me? teasing? unheard of. you on the other hand, you’re teasing me with information i desperately want to know. that’s not very fair to me now is it sweetheart?
PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS Soul dozen i have something for you-
*Hands the au where Team RWBY + JNR + Penny time travel and only Oscar can see them and also they can possess oscar, who can Use their semblances*
Do,,,,,, You like it
I had my third mcr related dream XD this one was also about my love of Ray Toro except i woke up panicked cause i was gonna be late for our movie marathon sleepover cause someone stole all the gas in my car. Upon waking i realized i was feeling claustrophobic cause of the pants i fell asleep in XD
there are two borzois for adoption near me and i’m losing my mind over them
5. heard you tell the same story multiple times but doesn’t point it out to you when you excitedly bring it up to them again + riz & gorgug (prompts linked here)
(starting immediately post-fhsy, and a little more angsty than the other prompt fills so far because it deals with some of the aftermath of spring break. sometimes friendship is late nights and brownie recipes and old stories.)
There are forty minutes left until Elmville when Riz digs his claws into the headrest of the passenger’s seat and clambers over the seat backs to sit shotgun in the Hangvan.
Everyone else is asleep, or as Riz suspects in Tracker’s case as she stays oddly still as a human pillow for Kristen in the backseat, at least pretending to. But Riz is quest-restless even though they’re heading home, and Gorgug’s awake because he’s driving, and both of their darkvision light up the street ahead for them.
Gorgug doesn’t look surprised when Riz lands in the seat next to him. Of course. Because his whole party knows that Riz doesn’t sleep, or at least has to be told to, or has to know that there are hit points to be regenerated and a fight to be alert for the next day.
Streetlights speed by and Gorgug brings the van to a smooth stop at a light, accelerating smoothly up afterwards to not jostle anyone in the backseat. He’s practiced, easy, calm. Meanwhile, Riz’s thoughts are a messy turbulent maelstrom. He can’t sleep, and after everything in the Nightmare Forest if he never saw a bed again it’d be too soon. But, forget sleep, his brain isn’t even letting him relax right now, and Riz is struggling to figure out the questions that are on the tip of his tongue. His fingers itch for a ball of red string, trying to figure out why he wanted to be up here with the passenger seat and the windshield and Gorgug.
“What’s being a barbarian like?” he asks quietly, and Gorgug doesn’t exactly startle but does tip his head to the side curiously.
“Can I ask why?”
“I’m—angry,” Riz says, surprising himself, but it feels true enough. “I killed Kalina, but she said she was with me my whole life. And I hate that.” He wants to hiss, to bare his teeth and make the hair on the back of his neck stand up, but it’s not Gorgug he’s mad at. “Sometimes I wonder if I should use that to. Hit things.”
“Okay,” Gorgug says.
“And you—you know about that. About being angry, and not being. As comfortable. Or at least you’ve said stuff like that.” Riz picks at his long fingernails, pretending to be nonchalant and not looking up to see if Gorgug’s insight is better than his shitty attempt at deception.
“Tell me about why you wanted to be a rogue?” Gorgug asks instead, and Riz understands it’s not really a question. He trusts Gorgug. He thinks about it.
y'all ever get So Caught up in a Fucking spectacular fic that you forget it’s not canon but the canon version actually is so fucking depressing you just ignore it and simply focus on the fic?
I made someone cry today /srs
Emma Sparrow pays a visit to a friend during a difficult time, and he is not the only one surprised to learn the extent to which another can know and understand what troubles him. Oliver Pentaghast and Thalon Lavellan belong to @ourinquisitorialness. ~3300 words. TW for past trauma and emotional difficulty/breakdown.
Once, Emma handed Cassandra Pentaghast a sack of skulls, and received a promise in return. Now, the Inquisitor saw to it the Seeker kept her word.
The letter sat heavy in Emma’s pocket, threatening to burn right through it as she stepped out of the carriage. Just as those skulls, the skulls of murdered Tranquil mages collected from dismantled Venatori constructs across southern Thedas, sat heavy in that sack as she thrust that burden, that responsibility on a woman whose order could’ve prevented it - and, for centuries, had chosen not to. A request from the Inquisitor himself, asking for her help in bearing that responsibility, as though she had anything to offer in that regard. Or any obligation beyond what she’d done already. Nevertheless, she’d answered that request, and she’d come. Following several practiced breaths braced against the closed carriage door - two short inhales through her nose, one long exhale through her mouth - to quell the sick in her stomach, she finally turned to face the looming Seeker fortress.
Thalon Lavellan stood in front of the large wooden doors, wearing a kind, welcoming smile and ready to offer kind, welcoming words as she approached. A momentary twitch at the corners of her mouth was all the reciprocation she offered, and she followed him inside without a word.
“You should be speaking to Sala.”
She did not look at the Inquisitor directly when she finally spoke, walking the fortress’s dark stone halls, but she felt the furrow of his brow and the stare out of the corner of his eye long before she bothered to return it.
“And when, exactly, was the last time you saw him?”
She didn’t answer. Thalon cracked a tiny smile, the smugness of which told her unequivocally that he already knew what she would say. “I seem to remember being told that ‘there is no finding that man if he does not wish to be found’.” His face turned slightly towards her, gentleness returning to the way he looked at her alongside a strong sense of confidence that he did, indeed, know what he was doing. “In any case, our purpose here today requires skills and knowledge you possess, not him. That’s why I asked you to come.”
Thalon’s next step brought his feet to rest beside each other. He turned to face the window beside him, gesturing pointedly with a nod for her to look out into the open courtyard. Flowers and herbs grew in abundance on either side of a winding stone path, along with some small trees. A dark-haired man in simple robes tended to them. Or, rather, stood on the path in front of them, and every so often crouched down and held out his hand to cradle the petals and leaves with the kind of appreciation - no, the reverence one has for something precious and new.
She recognized him the moment he stood, with a wayward glance in their direction.
i just wish i could write some sort of high fantasy story that’s like based around identity, particularly queer and racial identity, and also my hatred for colonizers but unfortunately i am Really Bad At Fiction,, also idk if it’d be considered high fantasy but regardless.. i. i like my idea a lot..
people i adore
number one: Wu chang
Me- *paints my nails black, gets some eyeliner and eyeshadow and is able to go to speedway and get a slushie after school-
Me, probably in the morning in my Agriculture class: fucking TRY me Jorden fuck you im confident now and i can kill god with my bare hands TRY ME WITH THAT TRANSPHOBIA AND ABLEISM TRY ME WHITE BOY
——— he is half of my soul, as the poets say
fINALLY!! now avatar really begins to shine, Toph is finally on screan
i don’t want to be negative in an entire post so i’m going to vent in the tags below so be aware that the tags are negative ⬎
richard cypher is one of the few men who have rights i’ll be honest.
Okay so I love @theweaselofthesea’s oc/self-insert Ollie, he is a precious boi and I’ve been itching to draw him for some time!!
bonus sketches of the little man, plus a hug from my Treasure Planet oc Ana!