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chordsykat · 10 months
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Dood... draw me like... Like one of yer'... One of yer' French chicks...
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furuba · 1 month
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living by the quote "the time will pass anyway" has done wonders for my motivation fr
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somehow a miracle has happened and I have some fics already finished for foxquin week
pray to the feeling-brave-for-posting gods that they’ll smile at me when the time comes!
putting this here just for me to keep track
Day 1 "I'll buy you time" or soulmate meeting maybe? still deciding.
Day 2 Undercover/undercover as civilians —finished
Day 3 “Technically it wasn't on fire" "Of course it wasn't on fire! You completely blew it up!" Wing AU —started
Day 4 Culture sharing/multicultural relationships —honestly faffing because there are so many things I could do for this one
Day 5 "I found him in the dumpster" —mostly done
Day 6 BAMF Quinlan and Fox Migraines/chronic pain —finished
Day 7 Quinlan as Guard general from the start —started
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This right here. Is how they make their marriage work. Because after 4x06 they have to. I mean look at Tom. Feet up. In the background but very much involved. Smug. Yet supportive to Shiv who is in the drivers seat. Where she feels safest. The betrayal had to happen in order for Shiv to see Tom for who he really is. What he’s capable of. But he still loves her. And she still loves him. In their own twisted, self serving, power hungry, bitey way. Greg can be Tom’s side piece and Shiv will have whoever she wants on the side too. Maybe neither of them are fit for a monogamous marriage after all.
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shari-ya · 1 year
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some bonds get formed when you least expect it and it's scary because they're so good, so beautiful.
its like; for quite a while now, i was almost stagnant, barely sailing, just coasting. then a gentle, unforeseen breeze came and pushed me through.
that breeze being you.
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colognedecigarette · 1 year
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i want to write pages long essay about how melissa marr's Ink Exchange rewrote my entire brain chemistry when i first read it as a kid, barely understanding whats going on; then again when i reread it as a teen, with slightly better grasp but still not enough to fully comprehend; then for the third time last night—when i just finally understood it. the love, the hate, the obsession, the possession, the bitterness, the heartbreak, the strength, the selfless love hidden in the selfish acts. how i've finally not just know but understand that sometimes you simply cant evaluate what's going on in a fictional world through the real world's lenses and values, especially when the world itself already explains that this is how we exist; how through that understanding i see Irial as the complex and layered character that he is but at the same time quite simple actually, all he does is motivated by love and duty; how fucked up Keenan truly is as a king but also at the same time well that's what he figured was best; and so many, many, many more.
but am on mobile, so....
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mejomonster · 8 months
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Not plot related, but I feel like 1 episode of young royals is worth watching for the visual decisions alone. The actors are still, as one assumes, likely more Model esque than normal people. As is usual with shows. But the show decides NOT to smooth anyone's skin, so you can see when girls wear cover up and see the very normal bumps and pores on human skin. There are people who aren't rail thin in this (although as usual thin is dominant in a show, it's nice to see some people who look like ordinary people I know, I am, that I see daily everywhere in real life). These people have the same full stories. The prince has acne, and he is our protagonist, and it's just fucking beyond refreshing seeing teenager characters who look like teenagers.
The choice to simply show skin as skin actually looks in this show? Is enough that i feel like anyone chronically on Instagram or social media should watch an episode or more, until they get used to faces in a show looking like Normal skin.
So much media perfects, hides, and takes away even the most basic shared aspect of human bodies lol. It's absolutely refreshing (and infuriating that it's refreshing instead of the norm in the first place) to see bumps on skin, pores, red flushing, razor scrapes, people waxing hair off. Normal things, real life things people have. That are so often absent in media to an incredibly big degree.
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spontaneousspirit · 10 months
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Heheheheh
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SELF INSERT OC X CANON CARTOON DOODLE JUST BECAUSE I CANNN!!! >:DDD
I've got a few sketches and stuff I can post, but I don't wanna just yet.
But I drew this rn within an hour. So why not?
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chemdisaster · 1 month
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thinking about how this time last year i was trying to speedrun human connection and how good it feels this year to Not Be Doing That
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veinvain-g1rl · 9 months
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Okay Okay, it’s not just 1 fanfic. It’s like an entire series I’m building based on very little knowledge of the games or fandom and one playlist I made.
But like if it’s good let me know!!
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hyp3rfixation-h3ll · 9 months
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fun fact i was SO scared i'd lose interest in botbots quickly bc of my ADHD making it hard to stick to ONE thing for long periods of time (dopamine and whatnot), but flash forward to now and im making fanfiction about it and posting it and making redesigns of the characters and writing literary analyses for it (WHICH I HAVENT DONE SINCE I WAS LIKE 11-13 ON DEVIANTART/AMINO) and i 4got how good it feels to latch onto something and have it be Your Brand until the heat death of the universe
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eilooxara · 1 year
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Honestly though I really would choose flight over practically anything
Not because it is useful but because it is fun
Like. Invisibility would be fairly useless to me at this point in my life because I don't go outside much and if I do I am incredibly attractive and don't mind turning heads; I've never been interested in super strength or speed, and that shit comes with a certain expectation to do Superhero Shit™ which I absolutely don't want to; shapeshifting is of course cool but I took HRT to get the really important shapeshifting done (see "incredibly attractive" above). I would enjoy the occasional weird fucked up form but like, broadly speaking... I'm all set? I'm happy with my current shape.
And telepathy would be awful. I'd rather have no powers at all than telepathy. It's either a serious privacy violation of everyone around me, or something I can already do with my phone. Like. If you wouldn't read someone's texts or diary or whatever without their permission why would you think it's ok to read their thoughts? Or if we're talking about consenting communication without speaking then... That's just texting? Like yeah it's hands free I guess. Not that good.
But flight, well. That's something nice. I constantly wish I could stop touching the ground. In video games I always always try to fly or climb as high as I can go and stay up there as much as I can. I would look my Most Gender floating ominously above the ground.
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tuiyla · 11 months
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Buffy and Faith sharing screentime again got me like 🥰🥹😭🖤
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katyspersonal · 1 year
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After the day of playing Elden Ring (and not eating </3 ) and ACTUALLY making decent progress, I gotta say - one thing that Elden Ring is better at than Bloodborne for me personally is that it FORCES you to think! Like you know I am not good at videogames, my forte is lore and headcanons and theories, and in Bloodborne I could do EVERYTHING just grinding hard enough! It helped that I like grinding.
But in Elden Ring that doesn’t work at all and I have to actually THINK what spells to put into slots and what weapon to put in what hand and how to combine moves and when to dodge or whet to beat. Like I finally beat that lion guy in Castle Morne but I did it with my brain way more than with my stubborness, like no amount of tries got me anywhere until I started to THINK. And it was satisfying! In Bloodborne getting ‘strong enough’ was way easier.
(sidenote, but I am so glad that I spoilered nothing about ER to myself besides only core characters and story, I am delighted that there are still many bits and pieces to keep me surprised)
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jagerstian · 1 year
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Ong umm WK Siren AU??? Began writing for it, you can read it under the cut. Tell me if this has been done already-
'Well, this is new', Martin thought as the heavenly song drifted through the air, falling upon eagerly listening ears. Sirens were known for their songs alluring sailors, and sailing maidens, to their watery graves. Many thought the songs sang of the listener's romantic or sexual fantasy, but that wasn't strictly true. The songs consisted of whatever the listener desired most, whether that be a companion, or a large cash of fish. It could be fun, too, opening one's mouth and having the lyrics form all on their own, because of course a siren doesn't know what the desires are. That's where the magic of the siren's song comes in. 
     Martin had sang a lot of songs in his time, as his curiosity for the human world had drawn him to settle near the coast, but he'd never sang one about this. 'I guess he's just as intrigued as I am, only for different things.'  The interesting lyrics that were forming on his tongue and falling from his seasalt-kissed lips were ones about discovery, and adventure, and knowing. Exploring the natural world, with no desire greater than that to uncover a new species, or learn the truth to nature's biggest mysteries. 
     The man who had fallen victim to Martin's song was of average height, his hair a dark, chocolate brown, and eyes that shone with intelligence, though the glaze covering them currently obscured that slightly. He walked into the surf, shoes and all, as if on autopilot. The secluded area Martin had stationed himself meant no one would see the curious man get lured away, and no one would care that he was getting his clothes wet. 
     'Too easy', Martin thought with a smirk. 'Unfortunate that someone so similar to me has to drown, though. I think we could have gotten along.'
     Martin's face fell slightly, before shaking his head. 'It would never work. A siren and a human? Friends? That would be doomed from the start.'  
     The stranger had walked farther into the water and Martin snapped back to reality as he was approached. He sang lazily, his gaze absorbing every detail of the human he could before he would inevitably let him drown. Such fascinating creatures, humans were. Martin never got tired of looking at them, they were all so similar and so unique at the same time. His gaze lowered to the water gently knocking against the human's body and his head tilted involuntarily. His eyes narrowed, trying to see below the water better, before dunking his head completely under. Fish were fairly normal to see hanging around people's legs, nibbling on their leg hairs and toes, but under the surface and surrounding Martin's prey was a multitude of oceanic life. From crabs to fish to stingrays, there were critters all following the stranger around, as if they knew him.
    'Geez, this guy's got half the ocean eating out of his hand! I wonder how he-' Martin resurfaced, mind racing as he tried to figure out why these creatures would be so comfortable with the land-dwelling intruder, when a groan from said intruder made him jump.
     'Oh, shit.' In his curiosity he had stopped singing, his mind too pre-occupied with the new puzzle at hand. The stranger was waking up from the trance, groaning quietly and raising a hand to his head. Martin's eyes had gone wide, his heart racing in what might have been panic, or perhaps excitement; he couldn't tell which. He had seen people of all shapes and sizes, touched their weird cloth coverings and poked at their weird, fleshy legs, but he had never actually talked to one before. Sirens didn't talk to humans, they only lured them to the depths of the sea! And yet, Martin couldn't bring himself to sing again. Not that it would have mattered, the stranger's mind was clearing more and more every second, and he was starting to take in the scene before him.
     "What the-" he started. "When did I decide to go for a swim? Ugh, my head hurts. Why do my- am I wearing my shoes?" He lifted one of his legs up to reveal his, indeed, shoe-clad foot. "Huh. Maybe Aviva was right, I should lay off the coffee." Movement caught from the corner of his eye drew him to look up and finally notice Martin, who had tried to slip under the water before the human noticed him, deciding that this was, in fact, a terrible idea and that he wanted to get out of there. Now. 
     Martin froze in place, panic practically dripping from his pores as he stared at the man who had caught him mid-retreat. For a moment, the man stared at Martin, and Martin stared at the man. The stranger blinked. Martin blinked back. 
     "Uh, hi. I'm-" the man started. Martin dove under the water and just like that, he was gone, as if he had never been there in the first place. 
"-Chris", he finished. The man- Chris- looked out to the ocean, rubbing his neck. 'Was that a guy I just saw? But it couldn't have been, humans can't swim that fast, so what…?'
     "...What the fuck was that?"
He made his way back to shore, removing his shoes and dumping the sea water out. He was mentally rifling through various explanations for what he'd just experienced. 
     'Well, I blacked out, right? So maybe it was heat stroke, and I hallucinated the whole thing? My head does kind of hurt, but it seemed so real. I could see everything in those eyes…'
     He was brought out of his thoughts by a voice calling his name.
     "-Ris! Chris, where are you? Chris!"
Chris's face lit up at the familiar sound. He hurriedly put his shoes back on and made his way towards the voices.
     "Aviva! Koki! I'm over here!" He called as the two girls came into view, the public beach and pier stretching out behind them. They ran over to him, relief taking over their expressions. 
     "Chris Kratt, what do you think you're doing? Where did you go?" Aviva scolded. 
     "We've been looking for you for ages!" Koki added.
     Chris raised a hand to his eyes and looked at the sun beginning to dip below the water line, ready for it's nightly swim. He must've lost track of time while out researching. He lowered his hand and turned a bashful face back towards the two, chuckling sheepishly. 
     "Sorry, guys, I guess I got distracted exploring."
Koki rolled her eyes, the playful smile tugging at her lips giving her away. Aviva raised an eyebrow while looking him up and down.
    "And what, pray tell, did you find that was so 'distracting'? Something in the ocean, judging from your soaking wet clothes and… shoes?"
The memory of Martin's spotlit and panicked face flashed across his mind's eye. He shook his head, deciding it might be best to look into this mystery a bit more before dragging the others into it. It could be nothing, after all.
     "Ah, yup! Thought I saw a, um, really interesting fish and wanted to get a closer look before it swam away. It could've been rare, or maybe even a new species! You never know, ha ha… ha…" he trailed off.
     Koki began to laugh as Aviva shook her head. 
     "Chico tonto, what ever will we do with you?" She giggled. 
     "Mmm, maybe get me back to the Tortuga so I can put some dry clothes on?" He laughed with them. 
     "It is getting dark, we should head back", Koki chimed in. 
     "Alright, c'mon Chris, let's get you home and warmed up." 
He laid there on his back, staring up at the top of the Tortuga. Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy slept peacefully from their respective hammocks, their chorus of soft breathing and light snores usually a comforting lullaby to the adventurer. But tonight, his thoughts were just a tad louder, and they were keeping him awake. He'd decided that what he saw earlier was definitely not a hallucination. Hallucinations can't look at you with eyes that soulful, there's no way. But he still didn't know what it was that he saw. He was certain it wasn't a human, it was simply impossible. The only way to find out for sure would be to go back and see if it showed up again. Hopefully this time he'll be hydrated and won't black out so he can get a good look at the… whatever it is. He shifted in his hammock, finding an unbelievably comfy position and letting out a sleepy, content sigh, his eyes finally drifting closed.
     "Tomorrow", he whispered before succumbing to the warm embrace of sleep.
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thefisherqueen · 6 months
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Ok, I did it. Just quit my stable 9 to 5 (more like 8 to 6) job. Even though I was technically overqualified for it I'm done pretending I can handle it. I'm just so fucking tired all the time when I get home, I don't have energy for anything else anymore, I think I was approaching burnout. Luckily I've got enough money saved to take a couple of months off to rest and then I think I'm going back into logistics. I was much happier and healthier when I was just walking around, sorting and carrying stuff, listening to music or letting my thoughts run free
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