#yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees

[punksrhea]

RHEA RIPLEY & IYO SKY WWE RAW, January 5th, 2026

[crimsonxe]

Warframe 1999 New Years spoilers (namely Eleanor, actual screenshots, & Aoi, text cause the only way to upload ps4 pics is through twitter and that's not happening) below the cut. I just want to say this was EVERYTHING I could've wanted:

Aoi: I mean its adorable af and I just love it for that.

Eleanor: OMFG IT IS EVERYTHING MY BLEEDING HEART ROMANTIC WANTED YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES. Kind of annoying that it removed my Drifter's tat but whatever.

My Drifter doing the thing, the "hell nah baby girl, you don't need to pull away. I love every part of you."

[fruk-choosing-a-username]

me: time to search for some sims 4 mods to spice up my main forever save as i wait for the new pack

the humble and incredible zero:

me running to my pc to create my blood mage grey warden:

[caracolcondiarrea]

HAPPY 2O24 EVERYBODY LUBERTO IS CANON

O MY GOOOOOD I CANT BELIVE IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I KNEW THEY WERE BOY FRIENDS EVEN BEFORE I WATCHED THE MOVIE I KNEW IT. YES FUCK YEEEEEES . YEEEEES.

[openedbooks]

❛ Don’t look at me like that. ❜ [ ciaran to iorveth ehe ]

To his credit, Iorveth's expression does change, though likely not in the way Ciaran had intended. Disbelief crumbles into anguish; jaw tensing as teeth grit, brows drawing together into a deep furrow as a single verdant eye races over the elf before him. His right hand, his most trusted companion-- battered, with lingering wounds, clearly worse for wear, but--

Alive.

" Do tell me, then, " Iorveth's tone wavers, only slightly, though not from the anger he so often feels boiling in his veins. It's the relief washing over him that tightens his throat, crashing into him like a wave and knocking him off-balance. " Tell me how I am meant to look at you. I thought-- "

They both know very well what he thought.

Iorveth knows better than to tear himself apart over a lost life. He knows that war is war, and in it people fall. Anyone can fall. Yet, even so, this had struck him, festering into an open wound that he allowed no other soul to see. He could not let it hinder him, and yet in the time he believed Ciaran to be dead, that hollow feeling of loss haunted him.

To learn that he could be alive was too much to hope for, and yet the Vatt'ghern's reveal had taken that loss and twisted it. Iorveth swallowed grief and it became guilt, littered with stubborn scraps of hope and the bitter swill of regret. He hadn't known. He'd had no way of knowing. But his lack of knowing had left Ciaran alone, tortured in the hull of that blighted dh'oine prison barge for all that time.

Iorveth had thought to save him, then, and make it up to him somehow. But there had been no sign of him when he'd gotten the chance. The grief returned and the guilt did not flee, and both were pushed down, deep below the surface for the sake of their cause.

And now, here Ciaran stands. Even after all of that, he's dragged his way back here to stand before Iorveth as if nothing has changed.

The Aen Seidhe laughs-- mirthlessly, as if someone punched the air from his lungs. He steps forward, clasping his hands upon the other's shoulders and holding him at arm's length. He's solid under his palms-- no ghost, no dream.

" ...I received your warning. I am grateful, Ciaran. " Grateful for that warning, or grateful that he is here and breathing? Perhaps both. Undeniably both. " Come. If you wish to stay, I will show you the rest of the way. "

200 random dialogue prompts ( accepting ) // @luredeep

[aesthetic-streak]

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’d give up my right eye, left leg, and uterus to be able to drink ocean wATER

[thetepes]

funny how quick you were to joke about the feet pics thing when someone mentioned "a thing" recently. almost like you already knew which conversation they might've overheard.

Oh yeah, baby. You're on to me.

[oclcl]