#it would be devastating

[kikaichuno]

//I keep imagining Shino getting married and all his friends forgetting to show up to his wedding. I guess I love making myself sad.

[uncorrect-again]

Saw a absolutely foul comment on that one Twitter post about asgore having his own version of the toriel being shocked if you due during her battle in undertale thing.

Saw you comment on the original post but idk if you saw this reply.

YESSS I SAW THAT COMMENT IT MADE ME ILL UGHH

[stars-n-spice]

You dont understand how much I NEED a Crosshair edit or animatic to TØP'S "Tally".

[phantom-pxssy-fart]

Thinking about how Walker definitely listens to and probably enjoys the song American Pie by Don McLean and wondering how Yelena and Alexei would react the first time he unknowingly plays it in front of them

oo ow

[sunnibits]

they gave the ninth doctor blue eyes because they knew christopher eccleston would be too powerful if he had big sad brown eyes in his arsenal

[discordiansamba]

"...can I call you Uncle?"

Iroh goes very, very still.

He looks up at the young man sitting across from him. He tries to make time to have tea with Shun whenever he can, though it is not as often as he would like- in spite of the fact that he's taken up permanent residence at the Caldera.

Shun is watching him, gauging his reaction. That part of him makes him feel so different from his previous incarnation who at times seemed almost oblivious to the people around him. It has taken him two lifetimes, but his nephew has finally gained the ability to read the room.

(It is bittersweet. Shun was not well liked in his tribe. He suspects the origin of this new talent is rooted in that.)

"Of course you can," Iroh says, "-but you do not have to if you do not wish to. Who you were to me in your past life does not need to define who you are to me now."

"I know," Shun says, "-but I want to."

Iroh smiles. He can feel tears prick at the corner of his eyes. They are of the bittersweet sort- happiness, at the chance to be an Uncle again. Sadness, because it did not have to be this way.

(He'd sent his nephew off to die.)

"In that case," Iroh says, "-I would be more than happy if you did."

Shun nods, taking a long, awkward sip of tea. He drums his hands nervously against the table when he's done, before he finally swallows and says-

"-this blend tastes like unwashed feet, Uncle."

(Iroh nearly spits out his tea. Ah. It would seem two lifetimes is not nearly enough to convince his nephew to like tea.)

[ithildinwrites]

the urge to write a sad frieren fic in himmels pov…

[haloburns]

the BEST part about the boiler room job is that greg forget the most basic rule of conning

they call it the moonwalking bear, but it's the number one rule of stage magic

"don't look at this hand, look at that one."

he is so FULL of himself, so proud of his ability to spot a con, that he stops ACTUALLY paying attention. its so brilliant. its so SATISFYING