Continuing The B99 References Because I’m Unoriginal Lol. Also The End Times Have Got Me Unemployed

Just another day in the survey corps…ಠ_ಠ

Art/Comic by Estelle // Translation by Akaritakutranslations // Find this comic untranslated here // Reposting elsewhere is allowed but please give credit to the artist and translator

Why does he sulk so much about Hange having a crush on Shadis?

Sexy Times With Wang Xian Tags But It's The Star Wars Title Crawl

As requested by @toastedcoconutchips

I think I overdid this

Oh my god what I have done

BONUS

matchablossom stans: joe carries cherry after he’s injured

sk8: joe carries cherry after he’s injured

matchablossom stans:

 (ง •̀ゝ•́)ง 

All winter Nordics as a set! I just love these guys.

i feel like ‘fostered by elves’ definitely made Tuor and Turin Weird to humans and attractive to elves (as is actualy shown in the Narn to a degree I think)…

imagine how incredibly weird/messed up a child partially fostered by the Ainur/Valar in Valinor would be.

Am I talking about Fëanor again? Yes I am. Sure he was Finwe’s favourite child and he loved him. But Finwë was grieving, and King; which is to say his father was both overwhelmed by his emotions (which he ended up putting before the wellbeing of his child in the end) and busy. Finwë was also at least at some point during Feanor’s youth went to stay at Ingwe’s and was walking around on his own, at which point he fell in love with Indis, so he simply cannot have been around all the time.

There is also a note on Fëanor being the only elf to learn Valarin. And there is that note I quoted about Fëanor giving many jewels to the maiar of Lorien, presumably because or while they cared for his mother’s body. 

…what I’m saying is… distressing/depressing idea of tiny child Fëanor tinkering away in the gardens of Lórien beside his mother’s ‘sleeping’ body while the maiar try to babysit him. 

Not Fëanor learning Valarin as an adult because he’s a special linguistic genius (though that’s true) but simply because his babysitters were occasionally incorporeal beings who whispered a distressingly alive, sharp language into his tiny pointed ears. 

Jellal, screams: OHMYGOD

Erza: What is it and why are you on the counter

Jellal: A SPIDER ITS DEADLY.

Erza, picks it up: how did a tarantula get in my room

Jellal: YOU HAVE CAKE EVERYWHERE WHY WOULDN'T THERE BE

Erza: it's just a bug tho

Erza: He's fuzzy touch it

Jellal: UM NO

Erza: TOUCH IT

Jellal, running: NONONONO

Erza: COME ON HE ISNT THAT BAD

Jellal: PLEASE NO

-one hour later-

Jellal, with spider on his head: OH MY GOD

Erza: his name is Patrick.

Jellal: oh my Patrick.

Erza: he is our pet now.

Jellal: what does Patrick want for dinner

Erza, listening to Patrick: Chinese.

Jellal: good choice bud.