Wait what did optimisticduelist do??? /gq

nothing problematic that i know of its just that his whole deal about hope players being the most powerful all the time because with belief you can do anything or whatever makes me want to grind the dude into little hope paste. i just disagree with most of his classpecting opinions and i know nothing about the guy past that

their relationship is a car seat headrest album 🥰

Nearing the end of season 4 of Lucifer. Calling it now, something is fishy with Eve. Nobody is THAT adaptable in a relationship then just...refuses a breakup! I don't trust her.

Twitter artists are all like I’m going to be selling this as an nft, as if I cant just save the picture for free

unprompted angstasks 【always accepting】 @jojoingjoseph​

A seemingly simple question broke the thin silence that had fallen over the room for a couple minutes now...

Speedwagon’s eyes went from the tall window he had been looking out of to his nephew across the room, as the young man rested on the large sofa. The sun was about to set outside; hues of oranges and yellows colored everything they touched as the light slipped through the window and into the room. If one were to look outside, pinkish tones could also be spotted adorning the sky as the day slowly made way for the night to take over. A rather dreamy sight to most who got the chance to look at it. A sight that seemed to contrast with the tempest within Joseph’s heart, though.

The question had come as some kind of indirect confirmation to what had been quite evident over the course of the past days. Not too long ago, all that havoc unleashed by Kars and the rest of the pillar men had finally come to what seemed to be a definitive end. In the best of scenarios, normally, the end of a battle signified a much needed downtime for the winners. A period for some well deserved relaxation, or even big and loud celebrations, especially after the stakes had been so high for so long. Pretty ideas, all of them. However, a painful truth for anyone who had ever been involved in a gruesome and horrifying encounter of such magnitude was that walking out of a battle absolutely unscathed was an outcome you’d only find in fairy tales, rarely ever –if ever– in real life, always leaving even the victors to deal with an aftermath that was sometimes just as harsh and difficult as the battle itself.

Joseph himself was a living proof of it, having lost his hand at some point near the end of the battle, according to what Robert had been informed of. The subject of losing limbs was not new to the old man, though, having grown up at a time and a place where something as ‘simple’ as breaking an arm or a leg most of times led to the amputation of said limb. You know, the ‘default’ treatment for such an injury at the time, completely disregarding the many side effects there were to such an irreversible procedure. There were also the many things he’d seen and learned not only through his many journeys around the world ever since he was much younger, but also through the medical research performed by his foundation over the years on the different fields they covered. He knew enough about that specific kind of trauma and their side effects to be able to tell that Jojo’s current ailment had little to do with it, though.

Because, really, the young man had been through so much in recent weeks, going from a relatively normal life, having just moved to America and going straight to dealing with dangerous and otherworldly creatures, going through some exceptionally strenuous training, and even coming to some huge revelations involving his family. It came as no surprise that Joseph hadn’t been the same for a while now, and Speedwagon had noticed that change shortly after them and everyone else involved in this ordeal had gone back to a more ‘normal’ pace in their lives. At the time, he had assumed it was mostly due to all the exertion Joseph had been put through, but…

...it had also been evident to the old man that there was something else to it. Something far beyond a physical strain… Something akin to what Robert would see whenever he dared to look at his own reflection in the mirror during the countless ‘bad days’ he’d had over the last 50 years. The dejection etched on his nephew’s features was almost tangible and, ever since Robert had found out about that possible parallel, there had been one recurrent thought –a person, or, even more precisely, the loss of said person–  coming to his mind as the possible cause for it.

Granted, Speedwagon had mostly seen Joseph and Caesar fighting and arguing over all kinds of things, even the silliest ones, during the time he had been able to stick around them, but that didn’t mean things couldn’t have changed over the course of the weeks they had spent together. He knew from none other than Lisa Lisa that those two had gotten along over time, making an outstanding team and coming to genuinely care about each other as opposed to what one would have thought when seen their earliest interactions.

“It’s not guaranteed, but sometimes talking things out can help.” He said, based on his own experiences on the matter. At this point, it was impossible for him not to think of what had been his first interactions with Erina after Jonathan’s death. All the talking, all the crying... Certainly, talking things hadn’t relieved all the pain and sorrow, and it never would. That much he had confirmed himself after those 50 years he’d spent mourning so far, but it definitely had helped both Erina and Robert a great deal to deal with those beasts and remain somewhat sane. It still did whenever those two sat down to mourn the late Joestar together.

The old man walked over to Joseph. He wasn’t going to pry or force things. Speedwagon knew very well just how difficult having someone being ripped away from you in such a cold and cruel way could be. One needed to be ready to even try to speak about it and, even then, it was something that you couldn’t do with just about anyone. A scarred hand was then placed on top of the young man’s shoulder, giving it a soft but reassuring squeeze.

“I know it’s been some tremendously rough times, especially for you, dear. I just want you to remember that I’m here for you if you need to talk. Alright?”

DID YOU HEAR???? Rege-Jean Page won’t be in Bridgerton anymore!!! I’m so upset!!!! You read the books right? Is Simon really not even in the other books enough to warrant a few scenes of him in future seasons of the show???

I did hear that! It caused quite a ruckus for awhile with fans tossing about the blame to various parties. Honestly he would have only had cameo appearances because of the nature of the books, so it’s not THAT big of a deal, but I’m also like...couldn’t you just throw us all a bone and pop in a few times? 😪 Oh well. We’ll always have season one!

I'd be so cute with my clit pierced... just tug on it a little while fucking me senseless and call me a pretty pup when I whine...

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goodnight everyone

Another question on formatting: Do you use an online generator? Or code everything by hand? That guide answer was really informative and super helpful! Thanks for everything that you have done in helping me with formatting :)

hi   again   nonnie!   yes,   i   unfortunately   format   everything   by   hand.   i   honestly   didn’t   even   know   generators   existed   for   it!    it’s   tedious,   but   that’s   why   i   try   to   keep   the   coloring   semi-simple   so   formatting   isn’t   too   awful.   in   case   you   were   wondering,   the   codes   i   use   for   html   are   <span style=color:#E9D1D0>   words   here   </span>   (   pink   )   &   <span style=color:#EAC1AB>   words   here   </span>   (   orange   ).   those   are   the   codes   for   color   text!   if   you   have   any   other   questions,   i’ll   try   my  best   to   answer!   it   is   really   no   problem!   the   only   thing   i   “generate”   is   my   spaces,   i   copy   my   reply   into   google   docs,   command + shift + h,   enter   in   one   space   in   the   “find”   bar   &   put   three   spaces   in   the   “replace   with”   bar!   can   also   work   on   microsoft   word   as   well.

this is it. my magnum opus. (click to read slides better)

totally didn't take me over three months no way

part 2 coming separately since Tumblr is stupid and won't let me post 12 images at once 🙃

queen banana is not chloe being akumatized again. its mr banana

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Both Zemo and Bucky himself have made comments about the Winter Soldier still being in him. Now Zemo could have just as easily been toying with him, but Bucky has legitimate fears. He was the WS for a huge portion of his life.

What is implied isn't entirely true. The ruthlessness, the brutality of WS? Bucky was not violent or murderous by nature. The war, that was a job; killing was expected of soldiers. Even as WS, he was following orders and completely mission directed. WS was born out of brainwashing and torture. What happened after Buck broke free? Nothing. Not even a trace of vengeance. In Wakanda? Lived peacefully. The trigger words that activate WS in the first place, that switch in his brain, were removed. Anything that held him prisoner to WS is gone. His mind, that is all Bucky Barnes.

What does remain of the WS (besides memories) is the skillset, the training (although with this show sometimes I dunno), some of which was acquired well before Hydra got their hands on him. He remembers. He feels immense guilt. He doesn't want to kill, never wanted to, and has choice. So a part of the WS may always exist in him, but not in any way that matters.

I hope his true stength can eventually be embraced. Partially to see him be as effective (kickass) as he should be and partially as acceptance that he is in full control of himself

🪱 - archive moodboard for @existenz1999

What's the wonder bread post?

I dont know and I dont wanna know bc every time Tenacious said "wait til you hear about [blank]" its never good

Don't worry, Juk's just borrowing it.

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How are you doing? 🖤

I’m doing okay! Not to get too deep or whatever but I was going through a rough period for awhile for some wellness reasons but I’m finally getting back on track I think. Thank you so much for checking in on me. 🖤

Anthony stood boredly behind one of the cash registers in Al’s Toy Barn, idly playing with the buttons on the screen. It had been a rather slow day which always made Anthony laugh because it amused him that even in a store full of toys, he found some way to make it miserable for himself.  The front doors of the store opened, causing a sigh to leave him,” welcome to Al’s Toy Barn. We strive for the best here at Al’s, and that starts with a smile from you, our loyal guest,” he turned his attention to boredly look at the customer who just walked in, straightening up a bit. “Can I help you with anything? Please, don’t hesitate to ask me about all our great deals here at Al’s Toy Barn,” he hated that speech; then again, Anthony hated being here in general.  He waited legitimately two seconds before returning his attention to the screen he had been preoccupied with before the customer arrived. Feeling the customer approaching, he groaned a bit, looking over at them, “are you going to seriously ask me about those deals?”

@glittrpines​