#now!

[achronicleofblasphemy]

Don't go anywhere.

#writer life #writers life #why now #stick around #pen and paper #now! #taking my break #writerscommunity #writing #author #writers on tumblr #writer #creative writing #writeblr #writers and poets #creative inspiration #inspiration #inspired #amwriting #original writing #creative work

[strawberrycowtime]

mia inspired phoenix!

fanart for @tacobellabeanburrito ‘s new look turnabouts on ao3

bonus live prosecutor reaction

he is Haunted by the Images

#ace attorney #my art #art #miles edgeworth #aa edgeworth #aa fanart #phoenix wright #narumitsu #wrightworth #ace attorney fanart #phoenix wright ace attorney #i know the edited sprites were pretty popular #but they didn’t give him any support! #they didn’t even put a black tank or anything!! #i gave him what i (thought) mias bustier looked like #(looking at google images post-drawing i realize i was wrong. oops) #everybody go check out new look turnabouts! #now! #right now! #goo!

[detroitlib]

From our picture files: Ladies' Home Journal July, 1950

#now! frozen orange juice pie #pie #pi day #ladies home journal #1950 #orange juice #1950s #vintage #vintage advertising #now! #oj #pies #orange juice pie #detroit public library

[qroier]

peekaboo?

#qsmp #spiderbit #roier #cellbit #now! #to propagate the chill stream vibes going on right now 👍

[asillyartist]

~Unexpected delivery~

🪴: ''I.. did not expect that'' 📦: ''...?''

((Pls Reblog my art will be pretty nice thank you!!))

#enphoso #regretevator enphoso #my art #art #fanart #regretevator #regretevator oc #silly #silly guy #regretevator art #roblox #new artist #regretevator fanart #box #boo! #kiss each other #now! #PLS PLS #paint #paint.net

[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

HEY NO WHAT THE FUCK

#HEY #NO #YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO DO THAT #FREAK #FREAK BEHAVIOR #PUT THE POST BACK UP NOW YOU FREAK #NOW! #the 1975 #matty healy

[c-schroed]

Just rewatched episode 20 of Revolutionary Girl Utena with my SO and of course it's still a fascinating show full of marvellous storytelling and deep meaning and it's nice to see another story shedding a little light on Wakaba Shinohara and wow Utena fought with her bare hands today to save a friend, but all I currently r e a l l y can think about is

i NeED ThiS kAPpA thERMoS!!!1!1!

#revolutionary girl utena #rgu #shojo kakumei utena #sku #kappa thermos #kappa #thermos #i need this as merch #now! #please? #wakaba shinohara #kyouichi saionji #schroed's thoughts

[onejellyfishplease]

Jelly's Mosquitello Masterpost

Praise Mosquitello!

Okay, so this au will be HEAVILY interactive! especially when it comes to the actions of the cult. there will be periodic polls wherein you can influence the course if the story and steer it towards a good or bad ending.

So! Links!

for the full Cult of Mosquitello experience, you might just need to scroll through the Mosquitello tag

I'll link a few of the more relevant posts here though!

First Appearances, The catalyst, First Follower, What can you see?, Snacks?, So many of you, Ninpō, How is he?, First Offering, Another offering, Drained,

The plot advances!

Thievery

A few more plot related links :)

Resistance Collection

Brosquitoes!

Reaching For Him: Part 1

Donatello's Computer: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

#mosquitello #it felt like this should have its own masterpost #its transcendend a shitpost #now! #it is its own au #*wipes tear* #im so proud

[emptyportrait]

happy halloween!

#Palestine #halloween #the moment you realize that the horrors of this world is not created by monsters or ghosts but humans #free palestine #ceasefire #now!

[theravenclawgirl7]

If I don’t see an Ellie Williams edit to Dirty Diana in the next hour I might die fr 🙏🏻🙏🏻

#ellie williams #the last of us #tlou2 #dirty diana #edit #now! #pls #i beg

[peaches2217]

🫂

🫂 - Comforting hugs

I said I wanted to deliver more Peach and Luigi Friendship content and by God I meant it

Back Home

~~~

“...But Weegee, the food! I’m almost tempted to call it quits and come home early just so I can eat something good again. I can’t even make anything good myself. Everything they eat is green! No carbs! No fat or oils or condiments! There’s not even any fruit! In fact… and, uh, the next three paragraphs are just about how much he hates the food.”

Peach giggled into the back of her glove. “The poor thing. He must be starving!”

“Oh, Mario doesn’t starve, Princess,” Luigi promised, scanning over his brother’s lengthy written rant once more. “He’ll eat anything! He’ll just act real grumpy the whole time if he doesn’t like it, like this.”

He folded the letter briefly to offer a demonstration of Mario’s Bad Food Face: arms crossed, eyebrows scrunched, lips set in a sulking pout. He mimed bringing a fork to his mouth and chewing with that unwavering expression, and Peach giggled again.

“Then at the very least, we know to prepare a feast for him once he returns.”

“He’s already counting on it! Mentions it at the very end.” Luigi shook out the letter once more, skimmed past the extensive complaints, and continued translating: 

“I can’t say for sure yet, but it should only be another week or two before this is all wrapped up in a big, pretty bow. I’ll let you know if that changes. Otherwise, let’s have all the pasta our bellies can stand in a week or two’s time! Hugs, kisses, and one more big hug, Mario.”

Luigi smoothed the creases in the paper with his thumbs and handed it to Peach. She admired the handwriting, and with her index finger she traced the indents his pen had left in the paper. “He writes differently in different languages,” she noted. “His penmanship is much more relaxed here. When he writes to me, each word looks careful and neat.”

“Well, you’re really the only other person he writes to, you know.”

“Ah! That might explain it.” Peach smiled down at the paper in her hands. “His letters to me are the only time he actually writes in the common tongue, then! No wonder he spends so much time getting the penmanship perfect.”

“Mmhm,” Luigi nodded, and he couldn’t help but tap his foot arrhythmically beneath the small table they shared. She almost got it. Almost. He thought to give her a nudge in the right direction, maybe reveal all the hours Mario spent hunched over his work bench forcing his hand to produce dainty curves and elegant lines because I write like a Conkdor with its head chopped off and a pen taped to its foot! That’s not good enough for a princess, Weegee!...

But something in Peach’s face made him take pause. She still smiled softly, but her eyes were unfocused, even as she continued observing the letter.

“Does it ever… get any easier?” She twirled a lock of hair around her finger absently as she spoke. “Is there ever a point where you don’t… you don’t worry for him so much that it makes you feel sick?”

Luigi’s throat felt suddenly tight. Worried. He thought he had recognized that look. He saw it on Mario’s face every so often, the tight smile and hazy eyes that told Luigi he needed a listening ear and a heaping helping of homemade spaghetti. It looked much more foreign on the princess’ face.

He knew she worried for his safety when he was gone. Did it keep her awake at night, he wondered, just as Mario would sometimes spend all night staring at the ceiling and praying for her wellbeing?

Before he could think up a reassuring answer, he blurted out an entirely inappropriate question, the very question he would present to Mario in the same situation: “Need a hug?”

Peach blinked up from the paper in her hand. Luigi was the sort who would squirm and shudder and run away as fast as his legs could carry him if anyone except Mario tried to touch him. She was just as surprised by his offer as he was. But before he could apologize and take it back and explain his slip-up—

“I’d greatly appreciate that, actually.”

Luigi gulped. Well… a friend in need and all of that, right?

He stood from his seat, and she followed suit. He held his arms out to either side of his body. What next? Was he supposed to step forward? Pull her in? That didn’t feel right. Mercifully, she closed their distance before he could make a wrong move.

She reached her arms beneath his and placed her small hands on his back, drawing closer and resting her cheek against the side of his head. She wasn’t much taller than him, maybe a few inches, but he suddenly felt tiny in comparison. A whole person and all of her fears, contained right here in his arms. It was almost too much.

Hesitantly, he returned her embrace, patting her back softly. “Mario’s… kinda like a cat,” he offered, eventually. He fixed his eyes on a distant shrub so he had something to focus on other than the overwhelming smell of strawberries encompassing him, and that at least helped him find his words better. “He keeps running off and getting pulled into who-knows-what, but in the end he always comes back home. You never really stop worrying for him. But you do get used to it. You realize he can take care of himself and you welcome him when he comes back and that’s really all there is to it, you know?”

Peach nodded. Her hair tickled Luigi’s face, fine and smooth. He wanted to sneeze.

He was relieved when she pulled away, taking a deep breath of clean air, but she still had that look, and that needed to change. He stepped forward again and placed his hands on her shoulders. More comfortable, still physical, maybe helpful? He hoped it was helpful. “Loving Mario feels like a full-time job sometimes,” he joked, “but I wouldn’t worry yourself sick. Nothing could stop him from coming back home.”

Color rose into Peach’s cheeks — oh, she was definitely hung up on “loving Mario,” that was rich — and finally, she graced him with a sincere, full-hearted smile. “Thank you, Luigi,” she said, and he squeezed her shoulders in response.

Tension that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in his body released when he sat back down, and he melted into his chair. That was enough physical contact for one day, or maybe a week or six.

“Perhaps we can discuss the details of his Welcome Home feast,” Peach suggested, grinning playfully as she held Mario’s letter out to him. Luigi grinned right back. He certainly preferred to see the princess in good spirits.

“Or maybe we should have something good for dinner ourselves.” He took the letter and held it to his chest with all the mock-sadness he could muster. “In his honor.”

“You’re right. It’s what he would want for both of us.”

“We should have all of his favorites, to celebrate his selflessness.”

“He’s going to hate us.”

“Worth it.”

Peach laughed as she rose once more and ushered for Luigi to follow her, presumably to the palace kitchens. He carefully tucked Mario’s letter back into his pocket and followed after her.

#and of course we've got more Autistic Luigi rep #that is essential #now! #what the hell do you call English in a setting where England isn’t a thing #Mario and Luigi are the only ones who would call it that. what would Peach call it??? #super mario bros #smb #mario and luigi #mario #luigi #princess peach #peaches' fancy fics #peaches’ prodigious prompts

[grubhubgamingofficial]

Trans women are hot, cis women are hot, trans men are hot, men are hot, non-binary people are hot, bigender people are hot, agender people are hot.

Love yourself, gamers.

#trans rights #transgender #bigender #agender #homosexual #bisexual #nonbinary #lgbtq #you should love yourself #NOW!

[astoldbychae]

As soon as the girls returned home, Ge went straight for this damn bear costume before they played their little hearts out...

Meanwhile, I. Am. Sick. And. Damn. Tired. Of. This. MF. Bear. Suit.

When she's not in it, she's sad and crying it out in her bed. When she is in it, she's making messes all around San Sequoia. Just dramatic for no reason.😩

Then...later on that night while everyone was sleeping, little miss wild child decides she wants to throw tantrums (because of her new "light sleeper" quirk) and cook sticker rocks

GIRL. GO. TO. BED.

#astoldbychae random gameplay #CARMELO GET THESE DAMN KIDS #NOW! #They don't do all this at your house #soon as they're at Marguerite's...it's the loud house #then her little infant is always fussin #Marguerite...girl...you alright!? #its cute tho because her cousin and sister always come over to help #it's like they just know she needs some relief #single mommin' ain't easy honey

[sexchangedotcom]

what you should do is u should lie down on a floor and listen to the velvet underground!!!

#now!

[tuiyla]

You are the only one I trust when it comes to Jackie/Shauna. Please share more thoughts about them,talk about the power imbalance/power play that exists in their friendship.

Okay so!

I'm very flattered by this ask and only ignored it for two weeks cause I've ignored everything uwu. But rest assured I'll be foaming at the mouth about Jackie and Shauna for a long while to come.

The power imbalance is fascinating in that it takes the delicacies of female teen friendship and then takes it to the extreme because of the Yellowjackets' circumstances. Left in the real world without the crash and the wilderness, Jackie and Shauna would have still come to blows and fought because Shauna was eventually going to fess up and tell Jackie that she had plans of her own. And given how codependent they already were getting on that plane, that still would have made for a compelling story. But heightened by the insane circumstances of being stranded in the wilderness? Oh boy.

The thing is, it's easy to look at their relationship and say Jackie had all the power until she had none of it and died. But I actually think Shauna had more power than probably anyone gave her credit for when Jackie was still alive and if anything it was in death that she let Jackie take over. At least the way I see it, Jackie's control over Shauna a) doesn't come from a place of malevolence and b) is just as desperate as Shauna is. Shauna falls in line and sometimes reluctantly but overall accepts Jackie's input and control, but it's actually Jackie's desperation that this reveals more. It's Shauna's affection that fuels Jackie and Shauna's betrayal that leads to the events of her demise. Jackie gives Shauna the power to destroy her and that becomes literal in the harsh circumstances of being stranded.

Particularly out in the wilderness, Jackie's actual powerlessness comes to the surface. She's useless at survival and her social skills become less and less useful as the group's desperation grows and they feel more and more distant from civilization. Shauna notices the target this puts on Jackie's back and tries to help her. And this can be read as her once again subduing under Jackie, trying to elevate the Queen Bee. But I think this just proves that Shauna, more than anyone (apart from Nat, arguably) sees Jackie as the painfully flawed human that she is. And she takes control of the situation but in a way that tries to help Jackie because that's what Shauna does. Not always help Jackie, oh no, but center her life around her.

As the drama and particularly the cheating and babygate of it all comes to head, Shauna actually lets go of her power. Her blowing up at Jackie, them blowing up at each other isn't just about Shauna standing up for herself but it's actually about Shauna letting go of the carefully curated control she's had over the situation. By having her affair with Jeff out in the open and by giving Jackie a nasty piece of her mind, Shauna loses the invisible but present power she's had all this time. Because Jackie storms out and Jackie has the last word. And the rest of Shauna's life will be defined by what she did and didn't do that night, what Jackie's life could have been.

And god, the two of them in Jackie's death. The way season 2 has been feeding us so well. And oh my god the pun I just realised that sentence has in a show like this. Jackie doesn't just haunt the narrative but she haunts Shauna in an unshakable way. We haven't had a Jackie scene since The Incident but I bet we will have Ella Purnell back to torture Shauna some more. And that's all because Shauna is giving Jackie that power, giving everything she can to the girl who'll never come back to her. It's not really Jackie because Jackie's last act was storming out and now she's gone. But Shauna keeps imagining being told off by Jackie and does everything she possibly can to alleviate guilt. She consumes Jackie so as to never lose her. She "shares" her with the group, to make them understand, to help ease the burden. She convinces herself this is what Jackie would have wanted. She gives that power back to Jackie over and over again. She marries Jeff and becomes the housewife Jackie would have been and has an annual meal with the Taylors. Shauna's been living in denial for 25 years because every day she wakes up and she gives a long dead Jackie power over her life, hoping for a different outcome.

And don't even get me started on "I don't know where I end and you begin". They're out there redefining the codependent bestie game. Jackie's dead but she's alive, she's always alive in Shauna's head. Because their power play as teens in New Jersey depended on a delicate balance of Jackie seemingly having the most control and once that illusion began fading, once Shauna showed her hand and let it all slip out, that was all it took. And Shauna will never ever stop feeling guilty about that. No amount of talking to the corpse or chasing ghosts or consuming Jackie over and over again will fix that. Shauna has lost all the power to Jackie but Jackie's dead and doesn't actually have anything so that just leaves them with... nothing.

#i appreciate the 'power imbalance' prompt because it gave a starting off point #even if it was general foaming at the mouth about jackieshauna #but please feel free to talk to me some more about them #i hope this post didn't disappoint lol and you still trust me #obviously there's much more to say #anon #yellowjackets #jackieshauna #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #yellowjackets asks #jackieshauna analysis #now!

[fuckedbykai]

Date night with silly Evan at a fancy restaurant 🥰😘

#evan peters #soooo cute #need this #want this #NOW! #he’s the dreamiest guy omg!!