Maybe dinluke-it The Kiss, 1859 by Francesco Hayez ?

big heart eyes for how your brain works @cutoutthepoetrywatson

Me writing my new fanfic where due to reasons Kreacher is able to save Regulus from the inferi in the cave and then takes him to James afterwards

Haha yeah, what if

this has stayed in my brain for like 2 weeks: au where obi-wan gets fed up with the city council because he keeps writing them asking them to fill this pothole on his street that he hates driving around and they keep not doing it so he decides to run for city council himself on the sole platform of if he’s elected he’s going to fucking fix that fucking pothole.

and he wins because he is very charming and not a lot of people vote anyway, and he fills in his pothole and then next election cycle, he’s planning to let someone else win so he doesn’t have to be on the city council anymore because he actually hates local politics.

only there’s this asshole in university who decides to run obi-wan’s re-election campaign because he’s trying to sleep with a political science TA and he thinks she’ll be impressed if he shows an interest in local politics by doing some grassroots voting door to door work for his community service credits…..and he chooses obi-wan to support at random and very nonconsensually

so anakin skywalker becomes the bane of obi-wan kenobi’s existence. obi-wan kenobi becomes the focus of anakin’s.

(obi-wan also becomes an elected official again, mostly because of the bored housewives vote.)

(obi-wan blames this on the fact that while anakin is a very horny intense nineteen year old, he’s also surprisingly effective with his big wet eyes and his obscenely pink lips. anakin blames this on the televised debates he scheduled between obi-wan and fellow councilor maul, where obi-wan’s eyebrows are drawn and he looks furious and his shirtsleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing his very nicely defined forearms.)

(they fuck about it.)

This book is the reason why I'm Into That Shit.

HELP WANTED: HAS AI MADE YOUR SERVICES WORSE

Hey folks Im writing an article about the current AI (ML) boom and I'm looking for screencaps from the last few months that you feel like show A) a pronounced decrease in the quality of the service and B) you believe that pronounced decrease to be because of AI

I'm talking terrible google results, grammarly giving bizarre recommendations, anything like that.

if you want your blog sourced i can do that too!

Alright. I want you all made perfectly aware that I have completely cut support for Wilbur soot and any associated projects. I find his "apology" to be disingenuous and trashy damage control, and it undermines whatever desire he has to improve, however genuine that is.

I 100% support Shelby and any victim of such disgusting behaviour, i commend them for their courage, and I wish them nothing but prosperity, support, and happiness. I will always value their peace over whatever art he made. I'll find other fucking art.

I think the interview went well. The recruiter sent me an application form after so I guess that's a good sign?

i've mentioned here and there that i made a relationships/dynamic spreadsheet. i have finally put it to use. look on my Works, ye mighty, and despair.

-extra note: i am not omniscient and i cannot watch every stream. i may have missed a sibling declaration or two.

-extra extra note: i currently speak only english and used google translate for the rest. if theres a translation error I'd love to know- i wont be able to go back and fix these, but im always so curious about how accurate google translate can be

extra extra note pt 2: do. do other languages use guardian as in "legal guardian" as in "not a family member but still Primary Caregiver of child" because i am suddenly aware those translations might not be correct. on the other hand tho if google translate decided that the parents are guarding warriors of the eggs im not going to argue

Me: "Okay you have a couple hours between classes. You can use this time productively to get work done that's due later this week."

Also Me: "Ehhhhhh... Ghost Adoption fic though."

Tweaked the existing moodboard I had saved and decided to post for my fellow Nettles x Cregan shippers. This is for my post-Dance au which sees Nettles pardoned by Aegon iii and granted land in the north in exchange for her help against Sylas the Grim after he invades in the direct aftermath of the civil war, cutting short the Hour of the Wolf. The working title is we’re the ashes on the ground. Taken from Circles (based on ludovico einaudi “experience”) by Greta Svabo Bech. It’s a multi-chapter fic, looking to be at least 20 chapters and I’m more than halfway through. Hope to post it in the next couple of months, once it’s complete.

While the Wolf of Winterfell is away, the hounds of the north do play. In the ashes of civil war, a wilding raider makes a move which will change everything.

@witheredoffherwitch @richardsthirdnipple @snowprincesa1 @emilykaldwen @tremendouswolfsaladranch @gwenllian-in-the-abbey @hieronymph @arcielee @zae5

"Try me, Bitch. -Legend"

*screaming into the abyss* I'm having fun, I swear. Take the work in progress.

why is coming up with fic titles the hardest thing ever on planet earth.

Tinky’s True Form

And here’s the boi! Tried to make it as close to canon (or at least to what we saw in the Killer Track) as possible. disgusting stinky little boi

Six Sentence Sunday

The situation felt precarious for Jamie’s relationship with Ted and therefore the team by extension, as if it was teetering the same way a shaking and tired Jamie was on his crutches; tentative, wavering, close to catastrophe at any moment.

If you're hurt, you're hurt. It's as simple as that. But it ain't about that... at all.

And even though Ted had been hovering and supportive since the injury, Sam still felt responsible for smoothing any lingering issues between the Mancunian and the American. No amount of laps would assuage the embarrassment Sam held from his Jamie Tartt-related outburst; which led to Jamie’s return to the team anyway.

COMIC COVER AVMM: ARC 0, TO GODS AND NONBELIEVERS

Y'know what, fuck it, have a little extract from the theoretical season 3 fic:

It’s grey, when the angel becomes aware of his surroundings.

Not a cold sort-of grey, but something deeply warm; something like the edges of sleep when one is wrapped in a soft blanket and nicely sated from a hearty meal and tucked into the side of someone you love.

Still.

Grey.

“Oh, it worked,” he says, even as he does not quite remember what worked.

He frowns, trying to go back to the last thing he remembers so that he might recall what brought him here, but finds there is something much like a fog in his brain.

Not impassable, perhaps, but something that screams of danger. Perhaps it would be better if he left those memories right where they were.

“Yes,” he tells himself, his voice filling a much smaller space than the whole of the grey. “I am sure someone shall come for me.”

As he says it, it settles in his bones like a home truth. There is someone out there who will come and find him – in fact, the angel is fairly sure that him being rescued is the sort of thing that happens a lot.

“Well,” he says, settling himself down so that he might feel the very beating heart of this grey purgatory he has found himself in, “that’s alright then.”