the main reason I will always be obsessed with David Tennant is that fundamentally, we share the same mental illness

what if surge met shadow

day 10: love is devotion ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

chilly

Words cannot describe how badly I’d wanna be snuggled up in Wriothesley’s arms oh my god.

He’s comically LARGE, so anyone looks small next to such muscle mass.

His hands are calloused, roughened up over time and veiny, but with you they’re so incredibly gentle, his fingers carefully caressing your cheek, moving behind your head to rub the back of your neck with his firm strokes.

And when he holds you, cherishes you, adores you, goodness, if he could purr he would be doing exactly that, utter bliss spreading from where you’re resting on his chest and seeping into his very heart.

Until his heartstrings play a song that can only be fathomed by a throaty and content hum.

Every fiber in his body flourishes and blooms like the most joyous and most delicate flowers when you snuggle closer into him, seeking his comforting presence—his warmth.

Your head tucked right under his chin, you’re engulfed by his scent, a slight metallic scent, layered in leather and yet, a hint of warm spice and the vanilla that you mentioned you like.

In his arms, you are safe, you are warm and you are loved so dearly.

gently places the Gale and Croissant dolls in a little box and VIOLENTLY SHAKES IT

Also here's what Karlach was right about if you forgot.

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100 days of kim seokjin (79/100)

still saving and moving a bunch of my personal favourites off my twitter! we should have known the place was doomed. the whole website is a bird sign.

here’s some of my many many tweets about the iliad.

FIG WINESHINE I AM ON MY KNEES FOR YOU 🛐🛐🛐

y'all don't understand how much I love her

please watch the case of the gilded lily on YouTube

and listen to the podcast the case of the greater gatsby

It's hilarious seeing a cutscene where Sena goes from 0 to 100 on Lanz, and then immediately going back to them being The Gym Buds™ right after.

Emet-Selch loved his friends so much that when Azem didn't return and Hythlodaeus left him behind, this man went on a thousand, thousand lifetime crusade to get them back and the moment he even had a fraction of Azem in front of it, he threw the entirety of the Ascian's plan out of the window and put his backing behind the Warrior of Light. Despite his heeming and hawing on Mt. Gulg about how were such a disappointment and he would of just killed us anyway, dude straight up STILL tells us where to find him and offers an invitation that will DEFINITELY put us into contact with the Shade of Hythlodaeus. And the man had some of THE BEST Soulsight ever, if Hythlodaeus could make out Ardbert's shade so could Emet-Selch. Emet-Selch could of stopped us from fusing and curing us of the light poisoning but he didn't. In fact, he didn't know what would happen and his mask slips a bit when he sees the shade of Azem for the first time since Azem abandoned the Convocation over their plan to sacrifice to summon Zodiark. Its like if you caught a glimpse of a dead family member or a friend in a crowd of people while out and about. But when you turn them around they're just someone who looks and acts similarly. Its no wonder Emet shouted in disbelief of Azem's appearance before realizing that it wasn't their full return, they are still fragmented and beyond their reach. "Just, a trick of the light...you are nothing but a broken husk!" He convinces himself and does battle with us and when we are the victor after he throws his all at us, he gives us the memory of his people. OUR people. And fades away. All the destruction he caused through all the shards calamitied into the Source and the people of Eorzea as the founding emperor of Garlemald are inobtainable. At this point, there is no getting vengeance to our characters for the Ascian's machinations. Ishikawa closes off the path of razing Garlemald to the ground and opens up the path to save Emet's remaining people instead. It is not a perfect solution but it is the one she put forth. And so we're told to remember that the Amaurotines once lived and fades away leaving the task of Elidibus to the Shade of Hythlodaeus handing off our birthright and us to sort out once and for all. And as if, we could think he holds any negative emotions towards us personally and it wasn't just bluster? He WILLINGLY joins Hythlodaeus in being summoned to Ultima Thule. He makes it clear, he doesn't regret any of his actions. I mean...why would he? At long last, at journey's end. He is united with Azem and Hythlodaeus to bring forth hope and open a path for us to defeat Meteion's despair once and for all. And he could of just told us his ideals were invincible but he instead offers us paths to the future, places to visit, people to see. Let us travel as Azem once did. The last remaining seat of the Convocation to shepherd the star before he drifts back to the aetherial sea. One last time, he cranes his neck and offers us his sincerest smile to see us off on our next adventure.

Drawing more fanart for Imposter Syndrome again because I love it so much. I love Rainy's writing so much! <3

Older brother sukuna and his younger brother yuuji who he begrudgingly takes care of by doing some shady shit. Slightly gang affiliated,,, sells drugs,,, maybe moonlights as a security guard at night to cover his ass…

He’s who bookies send after you when u owe a ton of money and they know u don’t have the funds to pay up. Can only assume sukuna is involved when another body washes up,, police never have any hard evidence.

He’s not the type to go after college girls but ur so pretty and malleable and innocent and he truly can’t help himself when you shyly knock on his door looking for an ounce. He could short you and you’d thank him, fill the bag with oregano and you’d be none the wiser. But hes amazed you even know his address, he’s not in the business of selling to inexperienced little girls. He moves weight by the brick and who are you knocking at his door late at night asking for such things?

Of course he lets you in, fondles you a little under the guise of looking for a wire, only finds the softness of your skin and the warmth of your ass pressed against his crotch. Smokes you out by feigning suspicion that you might be a cop if you don’t test the product. And you’re gullible enough to believe him, to let him shotgun smoke into your mouth and relax against the softness of the sofa as your head fills with cotton.

It’s not hard to pry the truth from you either. Some college friends taking advantage of your kindness, your urge to belong, steering you in his direction. Asking you to use your own money to buy product. And he doesn’t feel pity because you know you’re being taken advantage of just as much as he does, you’re a smart girl, just so lonely.

Of course he initiates it, seals his lips to yours after breathing smoke into your mouth, but he never expects you to be so eager. sucks and bites on your lips once a little whine escapes your throat and after a while his big tattooed arms circle around your waist, pick you up as easily as a doll and drop you into his lap. Your soaking through ur underwear under that little skirt and he doesn’t have to look down to feel it, feel the warmth radiating off of your there

After a while it’s routine. After a while you stop coming to him under the guise of buying, your true intentions clear as day when he gets a feel under your skirt and finds you wet and bare for him. After a while he’s only got eyes for you, for the convenience of your little house calls and how sweet you are, like there’s not guns hidden just out of view, like he hasn’t sold bricks of white powder in front of you.

And how are you supposed to know? He’s so indifferent and cold after you’ve fucked, let’s you leave with so much as a wayward glance. You’re not stupid enough to mistake a casual fuck as something more. And how are you supposed to know he’s a bouncer at the new club ur going to? That your ‘friends’ dragged you to? And how are you supposed to know he’s watching the roll of your hips when he’s supposed to be watching the door? That every lustful roll against the man behind you is threatening to burst the vein in his neck.

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CC-2224 has always been the sharpest of the batch; he finishes his exercises early, soaks up information and repeats it with impressive accuracy. He already knows how to read and write nearly a year and a half beyond his age.

But now it’s all gone. Every bit of it.

CC-2224 doesn’t even know his letters. He smiles when CC-3636 tries to help him remember them. His handwriting is nothing as it was before: shaky, lumpy. He makes letters set in front of him but connects them to no alphabet or purpose.

He doesn’t engage with controls in simulations. Even his ability to feed himself is not half as sure as it was before.

And after a while, Alpha starts to realize that CC-2224 can pinpoint that something is wrong, but he doesn’t know what. He’s not reacting the way everyone else reacts at the arrival of one brother or another; he’s not able to work out the relevance of lessons.

And worst of all, his batchmates are wary of him. They, too, know that something is wrong.

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art of a moment between Alpha-17 and Cody from little bird, little bird.

I really want to draw the 'Jere with ice lashes' picture(s) but so many more talented artist have already done it (and I don't want to be repetitive if that makes sense)- idk if I lost my shot or not. Would you guys want to see it or should I let this one go and focus on some other projects :'D?

What if I just drew something for the sake of whimsy, huh?? What if I posted something that I am excited about and didn't worry about how it would be received?? What if I just doodled something that was fun to draw and didn't worry that it ended up "good"?? What then??