#//NO FILTER WHATSOEVER!

[queen-of-hawkins-why-ler]

In the scene where the boys are biking with Holly, I hope Mike and Holly start talking about El so that Holly can be like, “Will, why don’t you have a girlfriend?” and Will can be totally taken by surprise and give some slightly odd, contrived answer that Doesn’t Sound Quite Right so that the alarms can finally sound off in Mike Wheeler’s brain.

[ghuleh-anima-mia]

"I want you to remain in heat."

[nevesmose]

Separation 11347

This was, by Trazyn's infallible reckoning, his eleven thousand three hundred and forty-seventh divorce from Orikan. The Diviner, on the other hand, was adamant that it was in fact only their eleven thousand three hundred and forty-sixth. This dispute was what had caused the current divorce.

At first he had settled contentedly into his usual divorce routine, entering his meticulously-preserved time loop of a "Happy Divorce" party plucked from the Terran city-state of Nova Yoruk in early M3 as the Imperium kept its years.

As had been the case so many times before, the Lord of Solemnace basked over and over again in the reassurance of the assembled middle-aged humans that he was indeed so much better off without that asshole in his life, rounding off the festivities with a cake depicting a miniature confectionery figurine of Trazyn using a guillotine on a similarly-constructed sugar-based effigy of Orikan.

It was all very gratifying, and he was certain that when the amusement faded he would return to find Orikan waiting for him apologetically, his eminently bullyable faceplate resembling a weeping juvenile felid.

It was, however, not to be. He returned to the Galleries to find no trace whatsoever of Orikan. He was so disconcerted that he even briefly considered retrieving his much-prized clone of the primarch Fulgrim from stasis, but decided against it. It had, after all, only been a few subjective decades since he had placed the clone into a detailed diorama of the genuine being's final battle with his erstwhile companion Ferrus Manus for enrichment purposes. He had been thoroughly pleased with himself for coming up with entertainment of such realism and, judging by his mute tears of joy, so too was the clone.

What a wonderful caregiver I am, he had thought, jauntily walking away. Perhaps he and Orikan should adopt, which when used by Trazyn the Infinite is a word which means kidnap, an Astartes or Aeldari together.

Time passed and with no sign of Orikan's return, Trazyn felt it justifiable to seek other outlets for his multifarious urges. After exhausting every category on Cronhub and getting banned from Nemesorindr, he arose to find that the necrodermis of his lower limbs had spontaneously reformed itself into the shape of a baggy, ill-maintained example of the Terran garment known as sweatpants.

This could not stand. He resolved that he would start A Project, an undertaking of such majesty and glory that no one, least of all that cycloptic fool Orikan, could deny him the attention he deserved.

After brief forays into stop-motion animation and painting miniature Space Marines (accomplished by shrinking normal Astartes through arcane technosorcery and ignoring the resulting high-pitched noises as he applied pigment of a much too viscous consistency to their battleplate) his thoughts returned once more to his display of the battle between the primarchs on Isstvan V.

Theirs was a tragic tale of heartfelt companionship severed by corruption and betrayal. He himself had mentally projected several hundred phaeronfics about them to the great repository of the Necron race whose name, although untranslatable into any other language, was best rendered as The Sarcophagus-Belonging-To-Us-Alone, and some of them had even received multiple scarabs of approval from the discerning audience entrapped there forever.

Surely, he reasoned with the confidence of a being who had long since activated the developer console of his necrodermis body and manually increased its confidence, intelligence and charisma variables to 100, this meant that no one other than he could restore their friendship.

And so, in single-minded pursuit of compassion and friendliness, the Archaeovist and his forces wrought a swathe of destruction across the galaxy.

A foray into the Eye of Terror itself resulted in the capture of Fulgrim through the use of a vast two-pronged stick to pin the writhing daemon prince to the ground where he had been basking one day, while the sacrifice of his entire collection of ancient Terran doujinshis to the haemonculi of Commorragh itself had given him forbidden knowledge sufficient to wrest back the very soul of Ferrus Manus himself and place it into a suitably prepared necron host body via the biomorphic resonance of the necrodermis which had coated his hands in life.

Finally, the moment of glory came. The daemon Fulgrim and the metallically resurrected Ferrus Manus were placed into the same containment chamber and -

It was not at all what Trazyn had hoped. After a monumental bout of hand-to-hand combat lasting for hour upon hour, the two primarchs had settled into an uneasy stalemate, in the sense that Fulgrim was currently coiled around a light fixture on the ceiling and Ferrus had run out of objects to throw at him.

"You're even uglier now than you were when you had flesh," Fulgrim hissed venomously.

"And you were more of a snake then than you are now," Ferrus shot back, the frozen inexpressiveness of his necrodermis faceplate matching the famously stone-faced countenance he had displayed in life.

Fortunately Trazyn, who never made a mistake of any kind whatsoever, had prepared for such an eventuality. A concealed slot opened in the ceiling of the containment chamber, dislodging Fulgrim from his perch, and through the opening there descended a vast garment of woven silver-metallic fabric, emblazoned with inscrutable Necron symbols and sized in such a way as to accomodate the bodies of both primarchs.

"This is your get along shirt," Trazyn said, his voice amplified throughout the containment chamber. "You will wear it."

[a-deck-of-cards]

Damian: I’m sorry I insulted you. I was trying to flirt.

Jon: . . .

[ladykeyleth]

Bonus:

[nocturnalazure]

[wejustvibing]

thinking about that time lewis went to nasa and asked them if they faked the moon landing 💀

[maranull]

Finlay: *is quietly slurping noodles with Malenia and Loretta somewhere in the field* Loretta, to Malenia: Look, she’s practicing. Malenia: What for? Loretta: Your date tonight. Finlay: *chokes*

[oetscop]

trying to take selfies more bc i honestly just. stopped taking them around 2022 lol i literally dont even know what i look like anymore (he/they)

[marimayscarlett]

Him or him? 😈

WHY. WOULD YOU DO THI- i need a moment

No, all jokes aside, it will ALWAYS be Richard. Always. I am very set when it comes to my favourite and while I adore Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin) to bits and have a special (warm and cozy since he deserves nothing less) corner in my heart reserved for Michael Jackson, both will never reach the level of love and admiration I have for Richard.

Not to sound cheesy, but this man is everything for me (he's so enthusiastic, interesting, so creative and driven by his love for music and just a warmhearted individual), I fell in love with him almost 10 years ago and he has that number one spot since back then 🙏🏼

Now, actor-wise. That's a little different since actors for me have kind of a subordinate position after musicians (since I kind of have the feeling I can 'fangirl' about music even more than about movies/shows/actors), yet I am a big movie fan since I grew up in a very movie-enthusiastic household.

I had my customary teen-crush on Keanu Reeves, had my little Christian Bale-craze and fell head over heels for Joaquin Phoenix but none of these were so mindbogglingly intense (!) like my enthusiasm for Richard or Rammstein. Now those guys are just there, chilling in my 'favourite actors'-file.

With Hugo it's just. A little different. I've known him for half my life, 'The Matrix' is my favourite movie ever, and just now I'm kind of realising how perfect he is for me (since I was so scared of him when I was a teen). He's so versatile and talented, much more than a lot of actors I 'swooned over' before, he has such a great voice and is overall so approachable and down to earth, and such an interesting individual. It's like looking at a long term acquaintance and realising how they accompanied you through life and how much you actually love them 😌

And on another note: As a Rammstein fan for almost 10 years, I've seen and read some shit/dumb articles/stuff from people who don't understand the band and want to make this everyone's problem. Not only in the last year. Being fan of this band can sometimes be challenging, especially for someone with some anxiety issues, plus Richard is sometimes so unhinged and a lot to take in (you know what I mean), so a little voice in my head tells me it's nice to have an unproblematic side-obsession, and that's Hugo for me 😅

[stormysapphic]

thinking about the post that's like she let me hit because i am devastatingly sincere :( like that's me! so who's gonna...!?

[syn4k]

every so often i am reminded of the fact that we are tumblr mutuals with quinn hills, who is the sister of joe hills tsd (of hermitcraft fame). i don't have anything to add to this post i just thought id share it

[deducemyheart]

Cecil while chatting with a zookeeper on air: I’ve learned a lot of neat things while wearing a blindfold

Listeners of Night Vale:

[thespineoftherighteous]

given that I don't have anything filtered for it I think it's a miracle that I only have come across mild tsc spoilers and I know I am definitely pushing my luck but one thing about me is you'll never not catch me dancing with the devil that is content I should be avoiding

[isatoru]

when i say isagi just really loves your smell and everything about it so rawly i really do mean it (in a freak way always). he needs it hairy and much more than that he prefers to eat you out after you’ve been sitting down all day, marinating in shorts or something… or have gone to the gym etc without showering so it’s just your raw and genuine smell mixed with sweat. he’s just so horny about your basic normal human body stuff lol he’s so weird. plus he of all people, akin to a wild animal, can’t help it. i mean your pheromones are heightened in your sweat he will go crazy every time

[angelstrawbabie420]

dear god im so autistic