#sorry if

[tallyfan2005]

YOU LIKE SCOTT PILGRIM AND DDLC TOO??? NO WONDER YOU WERE IN MY DREAM LAST NIGHT

YES YES YES😁😁😁 BOTH ARE VERY SUPER TUFF AND COOL😁 What was your dream about🤔🤔OOO WHAT DID I LOOK LIKE🧐🧐

[alhall]

Please help me find Twisted wonderland!🙏

there was a post about the teachers where the Mc came with a request to teach her how to kiss (she seemed to like someone there) and then the teachers go to a more piquant topic. I remember that Train put the heroine on the table and said that if they He won't resist , he would kiss her all the time , and she did not understand that he was lonely, etc. (Teachers have written everything separately)

[avabella-mozzarella]

i just realized i've been using "yayyy" a lot and i dunno how to feel about it

[anonymousqualities]

*All of the batfam congregated in the livingroom at 3am*

*Bruce sees damian coming downstairs*

Bruce: “Damian, what are you doing out of bed?

Damian: “I’m actually worried about Todd... Why did you have to throw him out onto the streets, father?”

Bruce for the 10th time since they all came down to talk: “I did not throw Jason out into the street!!!”

Alfred: “quite right Sir, you threw him on the lawn. He rolled into the street”

[joyful-soul-collector]

Warning: Kinda Long Rant

Hey you know what makes me really fuckin mad? When people talk shit about their kids IN FRONT OF THEIR KIDS, like they can’t hear/understand them. I feel like some people think kids aren’t fully human yet. Like they don’t become someone to respect until they’re about 20. And even then people are often written off as too young to understand. 

My family has these parties at our house sometimes, most of the time it’s my mother’s friends since she’s still in school and everyone around her has a similar schedule. But we had a party with some of my dad’s friends, most of them people I’ve never met before. And one of them was a woman who brought her little six year old daughter with her. 

Now, it’s not unusual for people to get fairly drunk at these parties (not crazy drunk, but definitely tipsy), and this woman was definitely a little drunk when she said these things, but I don’t think that gives her much of an excuse. She wasn’t drunk enough not to realize her child was in the room, in fact her daughter was actively trying to get her attention and show her something. She knew her daughter was there. She just didn’t give a shit. 

Anyway, I was talking to this woman as well as my sister and the woman’s daughter about books, and I’m not sure how we got on the subject, but we started talking about children. This lady starts going off about how my sister and I shouldn’t have kids. About how she made a mistake when she was younger, and how she shouldn’t have had kids.

Her kid is IN THE ROOM. Her kid is ASKING HER MOTHER TO LOOK AT SOMETHING SHE DREW. And this woman is completely ignoring her. And I have never met this woman in my life! She is now trying to tell me what to do with my life without knowing at all what I think!

AND THEN the woman starts going off about how her daughter isn’t going to have friends because she’s a nerd. She’s not going to have friends because she likes Teen Titans Go, and brought her pokeball toys with her to the party, and can quote Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse. 

At this point I cut off her mother and told the daughter I had a Spider-man poster in my room and asked if she wanted to see it (she did, and she was very excited about it, she talked to me for the next ten minutes about Spider-man), and we both walked out. 

I ended up asking the little girl if everything was cool at home. The mother had said a few other things that would be too long and complicated to explain on here, but I wanted to makes sure everything was ok. She reassured me that everything was cool, though part of me wonders if she knew what I meant by “cool”. 

My dad is friends with this woman, so I’m going to ask him more about her, but for now I’m just hella done with this adultist bullshit. Quit talking about your kids like they’re some sort of bug that can’t understand you. Quit ignoring your kids. It’s ok that you can’t give them your attention all the time, but at least give them some sort of signal that you’re just busy and can’t get to them at the moment. Just treat kids with respect okay?

Kids are people too. 

[lpanne]

Thank you anonymous person for letting me know about the youtuber who copied my art. luckily my roommate speaks french so she was able to help me message the person! (i’m not linking y’all to the video because i don’t want this person’s views to go up)

[their-misplaced-wings]

POST ACOWAR HEADCANON

I feel like we all need a little bit of Feyre and Rhys a few years after ACOWAR, and I really believe Feyre will get her shop in the Rainbow. But! this is long and a little spoilery so I will put a break. Enjoy!! 

Years after the war with Hybern, Feyre finally has her little art shop in the Rainbow

Three nights a week she offers classes to anyone who wants them, and doesn’t charge for them or for supplies. Sometimes she has to set up space outside in the street to accommodate the turn-out, which she happily obliges.

Rhys insists on covering the High Lord/Lady duties those nights so she can focus wholly on her class, but not without a few “I am so humble and giving” remarks once in awhile.

Feyre, as usual, comes home covered in paint up to her elbows with her face lit up like the heavens. Rhys fills her in on any details from the night while they bathe

One night, after suggesting he might be occupied until after she returns, Rhys (the ever crafty illyrian) decides to surprise his High Lady. He slips into her class just has she is starting and silently slides into a seat in the back, sending winks at those who do bother to look his way. They try to hide their grins and refocus on their teacher.

Feyre is so focused, so immersed in her role there–with her people, it isn’t until she catches his scent over the paint. Her eyes snap to meet his, that wicked grin of his hardly hidden behind his canvas. She looks away but doesn’t hide her smile.  

I see you are indeed “occupied with incredibly boring meetings all night,” High Lord. She would send back, continuing her path through the students. Feyre offers praise and suggestions to each painter, addressing them all by name.

Feyre deliberately weaves through the room, leaving Rhys for last, and nearly squeaks when she realizes Rhys was in the process of painting a not-so-modest image of the High Lady of the Night Court (*ahem*)

Rhys laughs down the bond, raising an eyebrow, Tonight’s subject wasn’t the naked form? What a shame, I can’t seem to get this one out of my head. He flashes her an image of them last night (you know where doing you know what).

Feyre simply smiles, broad, and gestures to his painting with her hand, “try accenting these parts with a few darker shades, you have my ass is blending into my thighs.” She winks (Rhy’s wink) at the young fae sitting next to Rhys, who was trying her best to keep her face neutral.

Feyre gracefully returns to her own painting. Occasionally, students will hail Feyre, eager to show her their progress.

As the lesson draws to an end, Feyre offers the floor to anyone who wants to share their paintings that night. No one is obliged to share, and that night everyone cleaned their areas and left swiftly. It might have something to do with the High Lord and Lady staring at each for the last fifteen minutes of class.

Rhys snaps his fingers and the door locks, window-blinds snap shut, and they winnow home.