gay, anime and all good wholesome stuff

Bronwen, any and all pronouns accepted, gay/lesbian, genderfluid, taken, 16 and loves multiple fandoms

[useless-finlandfacts]

samtaims ai vonder if inglis spiiking piipöl aar eiböl tu riölais thät ai äm äksöli vraiting in inglish rait nau bat tsast vith veri finnish spelling

sou if juu spiik inglish bat not finnish kän juu pliis reblog änd liiv ö komment on tis post tänk juu veri mats

[psychokonfetti]

Sammteims ei wonda iff inglisch schbieking pipel ahr ebel tu rieleis set ei ehm ecktschuli reiting in inglisch reit nauh batt schast wiss währi tschörmen schbelling

So iff ju schbiek inglisch batt nott tschörmen kenn ju plies riplock end lief eh kommänt on dies pust senk ju wäri matsch

[useless-finlandfacts]

tänk juu for joor tsörman kontribjuusson, ai äpprishieit it veri mats. änd it oolsou helps mii tu gräsp tö essens of tsörman äksent

[uselessslovakiafacts]

Samtajms aj vonder if ingliš spíking pípl ár ejbl tu rielajz det aj em ekšuely rajting in ingliš rajt náv bat džast vit veri slovak speling. Sou if jú spík ingliš bat not slovak ken jú plís riblog end lív en koment on tiz poust tenk jú veri mač

[viohra]

Самтаймз ай вондр иф иньглиш спикинь пийпль ар эйбль ту риэлайз дзят ай эм экшуалий райтинь ин иньглиш райт нау бат джаст виць вейрий рашин спеллинь. Со иф ю спик иньглиш бат нот рашин кэн ю плиз риблог энд лив э комент ан дзис пост цянк ю вейрий мач

[sprachtraeume]

Samtæms æ wonda if ínglis spíking pípl ar eybel tú ríalæs ðet æ em ektsuali ræting in ínglis ræt ná bat dsast við veri æslendik speling

so if jú spík ínglis bat nott æslendik ken jú plís ríblog end líf a komment on ðis post þenk jú veri mats

[langsandlit]

Samtaims ai uonder if inglisc spiching pipol ar eibol tu rialais det i em acscualli raiting in inglisc rait nau bat dez uid veri italian spelling. sou if iu spic inglisc bat not italian chen iu plis riblog end liv a comment on dis post tenk iu veri macc’. 

[awelshpolyglot-deactivated20260]

sumtaimes ai wundère eef angliche peepole ar ébl tu rayolize zat i am actualie ritin en angliche rite nau bat dees iz veri french spélling. sau if u speec angliche bat nut french plis cun u reeblog end leev a commant en deez post tank u veri muche

[chaotischkladblok]

somtajms ai wonde if inglisj spieking piepel ar ebel toe riëlais det ai em eksjelie wraiting in inglisj rait nau but djust wif verrie dutsj spelling

so if joe spiek inglisj but not dutsj ken joe plies rieblok ent lief uh komment on dis poost tenk joe verrie mutsj

[rewordfully]

Samtajms aj łonder if inglisz spikink pipul ar ejbul tu rielajs dat aj em akczueli rajtink in inglisz rajt nał bat dżast łif weri połlisz spelink

Soł if ju spik inglisz bat not połlisz ken ju plis riblok ent lif a koment on dis połst fenk ju weri macz

[seductive-celery]

somtaghms aigh bhondar iobh iunglois spíocang píopal ár éabal ta ríalaghs dat aigh eim aicsiúlaí raghtuing in iunglois raght nadh bot diost bhot bhéirí aighris spoiling

sómh iobh dhiú spíoc iunglois bot nát aighris cean dhiú plíos ríoblág eand líomh a camoint án dus póst taenc dhiú bhéirí moit

[allthingslinguistic]

sʌmtaɪmz aɪ wʌndɚ ɪf ɪnglɪʃ spikɪŋ pipl ɚ eɪbl̩ tə ɹilaɪs ðæt aɪ æm ækʃəli ɹaɪɾɪŋ ɪn ɪnglɪʃ ɹaɪt naʊ bʌt dʒʌst ɪn ði ɪntɚnæʃʌnl̩ foʊnɛɾɪk ælfəbɛt

soʊ ɪf ju spik ɪnglɪʃ bʌt nɑt aɪ pi eɪ kæn ju pliz ɹiblɑg ænd liv ə kɑmənt ɑn ðɪs post θænk ju vɚɹi mʌtʃ

[bobcatmoran]

ソムタイムズ　アイ　ワォンダー　イッフ　イングリッシュ　スピキング　ピーパル　アル　エーブル　ツ　リアーライズ　ザット　アイ　エッム　アックシャリー　ライティング　イン　イングリッシュ　ライット　ナオ　バット　ジャスット　ウイッス　ベッリ　ジャパニーズ　スペリング。

ソ　イッフ　ユー　スピック　イングリッシュ　バット　ノット　ジャパニーズ　プリーズ　リブロッグ　アンッド　リーヴ　ア　コメンット　オン　ディッス　ポスット　サンク　ユー　ベリー　マッチュ。　

[vrabia]

samtaims ai uandăr if ingliș spiking pipăl ar eibăl tu riălaiz zet ai em ecșuali riating in ingliș rait nau băt giast uiz a veri rumeiniăn speling. său if iu spic ingliș băt not rumeiniăn chen iu pliz riblog end liv a coment on zis post senk iu veri maci. 

[avocadostealingwhore]

三台麼 愛 玩大 衣服 英理社 素皮請 皮破 二 誒波 圖 日來四 薩特 愛 啊麼 啊可圖啊哩 熱愛聽 音 英理社 熱愛牠 腦 吧特 加色特 五一特 誒 杯理 拆你色 色陪另。艘 衣服 雨 色皮哭 英理社 巴特 耨特 拆你色 看 魚 皮裡色 日一不落個 安的 哩不 誒 口們特 歐呢 紫色 破色特 三可 雨 杯裡 嗎車。

santaime ai wanda yifu yinglishe supiqing pipo er eibo tu rilaisi sate ai ame aketuali reaiting yin yinglishe reaite nao bate jiasete wuyite ei beili chainise sepeiling. Sou yifu yü sepiku yinglishe bate noute chainise kan yü pilise riyibuluoge ande libu ei koumente oune zise posete sanke yü beili mache.

[rubixpsyche]

I was gon say “I’m not smart enough to do this in chinese” and you absolute mad fuckin lad you did it

but also yifu,,,,YIFU,,,, AHSHSHSSH

[teenydancer]

im too slow for this

[petermorwood]

Reblogging with amazement and amusement.

This is when linguistics meets gymnastics. Or possibly origami. :-D

[burntcopper]

Joke’s on you, other languages, English is so inconsistently spelled that we can read any of them except the ones in other alphabets.  Half of learning to read in this language is having a gap where our brain takes a millisecond to take a guess at the pronunciation *this* time.

[ibelieveinturtles]

This ^^

[firefox-official]

[firefox-official]

[firefox-official]

[firefox-official]

[stankpasta]

girl what

[wingedcorgi]

catradora (+gang) in college birthday gift for my lovely, beautiful & amazing @maria-tries! 

[zeekayart]

[suckmahkiss]

Kissing?

[secondlifep]

P’ing I guess. 🤦🏼‍♂️😂😂

[homopower]

I’m just gay.

[thehollowprince]

I have a void inside?

[romanathellama]

Spitting?

[yard-3103]

Grass?

[looney-mooney]

Do I have the powers of the looney tunes, the moon, or insanity?

[dreamworksoverdisney]

Finally I have the power to defeat the Disney corporation!

[inactive-invisible]

I can turn invisible!

[mutantsgurls]

I guess I’m some kind of mutant then.

[0non-bee-nary0]

I am a boy, the only power I ever wanted.

[dwemer-osha]

HELL YEAH WEATHER POWERS

[catra-is-pretty-gay]

Still queer, but also a feline that can literally claw through solid metal

[min3nc]

[REDACTED]

[azzther]

I have absolutely no idea

[novaxlight]

Light? Or blackholes... I just realised the amount of juxtaposition in my name...

[19b-archive-deactivated20250525]

Sharing a Bed: White Rose

Drabble for @white-rose-weekend Day 3: Waking up in the morning.

“Goodnight, all!”

“Night, Yang. Sleep well.”

“Oh, I’ll try but it might be hard with Blake and her–ow! I was going to say snoring!”

Weiss holds back a giggle as she watches the latter half of her team bicker all the way into their bedroom. That makes three couples to all three rooms, and Weiss gets to experience the magic of sleeping on a couch. When Team RWBY and Team JNPR embarked on a joint mission, she figures that someone would have had the sense to make sure their sleeping arrangements would be adequately met. Instead she’s served with a reminder of her favorite mantra: if you want it done right, do it yourself.

At least it wasn’t entirely unsalvageable. With six out of eight of them dating each other, most people had a bed. Blake and Yang, Ren and Nora, Jaune and Pyrrha… And then Weiss. Just Weiss.

Hmm.

A small pang of loneliness wells up in her heart, something she wouldn’t have expected. Relationships have never been at the forefront of her mind. Planning to inherit the SDC, and when that didn’t pan out, becoming a professional licensed huntress was always her priority. Still though, that doesn’t mean she can’t think of it once in a blue moon, right?

Maybe it’s the realization that most of her friends are practically joined at the hip that’s driving these thoughts as of late. It’s understandable but not something she can’t ignore. She harumphs to herself and spreads her blankets over the couch.

Does Ruby ever feel the same?

What a silly thought. Weiss chides herself just for having it. What difference would it make? She brushes it off as mild curiosity stemming from the fact that they’re both in the same situation compared to their teammates. And yet…

“Ruby?”

“What’s up?” The girl in question peers around a corner, arms full of blankets and pillows. They’re stacked so high that all Weiss can see of Ruby are messy bangs and two silver eyes.

Weiss bites her lip. It’s a dumb idea. She shouldn’t ask. It’ll make things awkward between them. “Would you like to share the couch?” It slips from her lips anyways, the idea too tempting to let go of.

She can’t quite tell what expression Ruby’s making, but her silver eyes blink-blink a few times. “I thought you wanted it. I packed a sleeping bag, remember? Told ya it would come in handy!”

Handy? Right now it’s more like an obstacle in the way of her goal. “It’d be more comfortable for you, and probably warmer too. I don’t mind.”

Ruby looks between Weiss and then the couch and then back to Weiss, and the former heiress again wishes that Ruby would put down those sheets so she could read her expression. It’d certainly make her heart stop beating so fast.

“Sure!” Ruby chirps, and would you look at that, Weiss’s heart skips even faster. She clears her throat to buy herself a second, needing to make sure her composure doesn’t crack.

“If you insist,” she says as if she weren’t just the one to make the invitation. “Finish getting ready and I’ll make the bed.” Ruby takes that as invitation to toss everything she’s carrying onto Weiss, who catches it with a yelp. Ruby salutes at her before scampering away.

With a sigh, Weiss untangles herself from the blankets and gets to the arduous task of setting them out. She takes the back cushions off of the couch to make more room for two, and then sets them on the floor. You know, just in case someone is a kicker and pushes her onto the floor in her sleep. Well now that she thinks about it, which side would Ruby prefer? Weiss can see the appeal of being on the edge and having more room to stretch, but being on the inner side would mean you’re squished in between the couch back and the other person–

Weiss decides she’ll take inner spot.

It’s just one night after all. What’s the worst that could happen?

~~~

Apparently the answer is insomnia. Weiss’s body jitters with adrenaline as if she had just stepped into a Deathstalker nest. That might be preferable if she’s being honest. At least then she wouldn’t have to lay here in silence wondering why the girl pressed against her is living rent free in her brain.

Trying to find a position that will help her sleep, Weiss turns onto her side and promptly freezes up. Ruby’s not only still awake but gazing at her. They’re mere inches apart, the other girl filling Weiss’s vision.

“Still up?” Ruby whispers, seemingly unfazed by the closeness.

“I could ask you the same.”

Ruby tries to shrug but laying on her side turns it into a strange little wiggle. “Usually takes a while… Are you comfortable?”

Weiss is not, but it’s not because of the bed. She’s not about to admit that though. “I’m fine. Maybe a bit cold.”

“Want more of the blanket?”

“Haven’t I already hogged enough?” she says, well aware that she prefers to bundle up.

Ruby purses her lip in thought, and then her eyes alight when an idea seems to come to her. Before Weiss can question her intentions, a hand slips around her waist and tugs her close to Ruby.

Weiss’s thoughts can be described as the sound of TV static for a few seconds as she comes to the realization of what’s happening. A blush forms on her cheeks and down her neck, fair skin doing nothing to hide it. “Ruby?” she whispers.

Cyan meet silver, and a quaint little smile crosses Ruby’s face. It’s the only answer Weiss receives. For reasons she’d rather not dwell on, her musings from earlier return to the forefront of her thoughts. ‘Does Ruby ever feel the same?’ For half a second, a question forms on the tip of her tongue that’s far more personal than she’d ever have thought herself capable of asking.

With a satisfied hum, Ruby closes her eyes. Her smile hasn’t faded, and she shuffles in to rest her head just shy of Weiss’s shoulder.

On second thought, she can ask another time. Why not enjoy the peaceful moment instead of risking ruining it with what-ifs? Weiss lets out a breath she’d been holding and lets her tension flow out with it. She leans forward so they come into contact, just barely. Tonight, at least, she won’t feel any more pangs of loneliness as she drifts into dreams decorated with roses.

~~~

Waking up in the morning proves a shock thanks to six pairs of eyes staring at Weiss and Ruby with varying degrees of amusement and surprise. She opens her mouth to swear at them, only for a still-sleeping Ruby to pull her closer with a coo. Weiss sighs and pulls the blanket over both their heads, shielding them from their unwelcome onlookers. Five more minutes.

[rox-and-prose]

Okay so since I’m in a mood to actually tell it, does anyone want to hear the story of the most questionable vodka I’ve ever had?

[squeebers42]

Yes. Tell me the tale of the forbidden vodka.

[rox-and-prose]

Okay before I begin, I want to define my term. “Most Questionable Vodka” is an award not for a vodka of dubious origin, but rather for a vodka whose design, name, and taste were all odd choices. I have had dubious vodka, both in flavor and quality of manufacture. My friends used to make Skittles vodka which just consisted of putting skittles in a bottle of vodka and tossing it in the freezer for a few days. What I’m saying is that this story is about something whose existence was something you have to come to terms with. With that out of the way, lets go on to the story.

Back when i lived in Santa Fe, I used to go to this bar called Cowgirl a lot. I didn’t really have a lot of money because I was a college student with no job but I went anyways to hang with friends and also grab a drink or two. One night, as we were talking with the bartender, I noticed a bottle at the end of the shelf closest to me. I was immediately curious about this bottle. Why? Because it was a type of vodka I was unfamiliar with? Well yes but it also had one other trait that jumped out: it was green. 

Now, I don’t mean that the bottle was green. In fact, the bottle was white frosted glass. I mean the liquid inside was green. And not just green. A BRIGHT green. A neon green. A violent green. To my eyes it seemed to almost glow in the dark bar. You know how some animals are brightly colored to signal that they’re poisonous? Something to keep in mind.

“WHAT is THAT?!” I shouted calmly to the bartender.

With a smile pulled the offending bottle off the shelf and showed it to me so i could read the label. THe brand was Three Olives. The flavor?

“‘Dude’?! The flavor is ‘DUDE’?! What the hell does ‘DUDE’ taste like?!!!” Now, years later i would find out what dudes taste like but more importantly I would like to point out that “what does dude taste like” is not a wise thing to shout in a crowded bar. Luckily, no one noticed, or they were too busy in their own problems to care.

“Oh I have no idea,” said the bartender, “they won’t let us open the bottle until a customer orders it so we can’t taste it but we can’t sell it because we don’t know what it tastes like.”

I thought about it for a whole second, which is about ten years in ADHD time, and made an executive decision. I was going to be that customer.

“I would like a shot of DUDE please!” I said, a little too loudly.

I have never seen a man open a bottle that fast. I mean one second it was back on the shelf where he placed it after showing to to me, and the next he was pouring a shot and no intervening steps could be seen. I mean he broke the sound barrier, the sonic boom momentarily silencing the bar. I mean the top of the bottle disappeared and to this day I have no idea if it was a cork or a screw cap that sealed the contents from the outside world.

I looked at my shot. It was no less green outside the bottle. My enthusiasm faltered slightly. Slightly. I drank it. 

Okay there’s really no way around this: it tasted like Mountain Dew. Flat Mountain Dew. Mixed with rubbing alcohol. 

I looked at the bartender. He had tasted it too. I could see we had come to the same conclusion. We never talked about it again

He never did charge me for the shot.

[punknursejoy]

[lucytara]

tonight i’m thinking about blake waking up and realizing that if she isn’t dead, yang isn’t either. tonight i’m thinking about blake’s first word of volume 9 being yang’s name

[qrowbrnwen]

so remember back in volume 1 when we had flat-colour backdrops and side characters were just silhouettes

[maria-the-reaper]

I think we are all being too negative right now

So I’m going to share what I think these scenes are actually showing

Ruby was just having a pillow fight at Schnee manor and it got so out of hand she got yeeted through a wall

Salem is just helping Oscar with an eye booger

Robyn decided to show off her sick dance moves when she was done with comedy hour and it just got too hot to handle

Winter and company are practicing for a play they are in (I mean look at her she looks so Shakespearean)

Glynda showed up to put Ironwood in timeout

[sid471]

Hi girls gays theys :3

And allies 😗. If you’re not an ally……… go away and also block me please and thank you >_>

Anyway we all love ✨representation✨. So let’s go over the canonically LGBT characters in RWBY so far :3 In no particular order… So I dunno why I’m numbering them but whatever lol

#1. Coco Adel (Lesbian)

#2. Ilia Amitola (Lesbian)

#3. Scarlet David (Gay)

#4. Nolan Porfirio (Gay and dating Scarlet) Still waiting for those Scarlet x Nolan fics >_>

#5. Saffron Cotta-Arc

#6. Terra Corra-Arc (^ Married wlw)

#7. Yang Xiao Long (wlw)

#8. Blake Belladonna (Bisexual)

#9. First Mate, named Matte Sky by their voice actor (Nonbinary)

#10. May Marigold (Transwoman)

I’m blanking on if there’s anyone else, if there is lemme know :3. Also CANONICALLY LGBT. So as much as it pains me to admit it, Qrow is not confirmed bi (yet) and Clover was not confirmed to be gay. Yes there’s subtext, but if it hasn’t been stated officially, either by creators or by the character themself, doesn’t count

[tumblezwei]

The direction of that last scene with Salem though

How we get those flashbacks to Cinder with the shock collar, the one where she resists it and kills the Madame who keeps trying to subdue her. Just like back then she's so close to rebelling, so close to realizing that she's in a position no different than her childhood.

But Salem retracts, she puts blame on herself instead of doubling down on Cinder's punishment. She acknowledges Cinder, she gives her the barest hint of attention and affection and that's all Cinder needs to be put right back under her thumb.

It's just. Fuck. It's so good.

[novaxlight]

It's one of the best forms of manipulation, I believe it is called intermittent reinforcement and it is what keeps people hooked to a manipulator... It stops them leaving because they crave the affection from their abuser

[casualavocados]

— curse my innocence goodbye —

[bloodraven55]

I’m gonna label this new aspect of Ren’s Semblance “We Been Knew” fhkdjsafghdfa

[lierenprotectionsquad]

The last two episodes wrapped into one meme. Enjoy!

[luimnigh]

Also, it makes perfect sense that this is where Ren unlocks the evolution of his semblance. 

Up until this moment, he still believed that the adults knew what they were doing. That their age gave them wisdom and experience that he and his friends didn’t have.

But he gets to see first hand that the entire group is fighting and bickering and not sharing their emotions. 

Meanwhile, his friends are capable of disagreeing and airing their emotions and still finding a way of moving forward. 

The veil is lifted. He understands why saving the world is the job of him and his friends now. He understands why Team RWBY beat the AceOps. 

And with that understanding, he can now see clearly. 

[sister-ilia]

Feelings don’t matter

[schneesbian]

The tides are turning…

Like, bro, get OUT OF THERE!!!!!!