#1. that it's not their specialty

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[bunnithechubs]

brief intermission to introduce to you the Charlie Abrams, the future of the YA Fantasy Romance Novels.

[sneckoil]

Was it ever explained why house chose to specialize in nephrology? it’s such a small but interesting detail to me

[orcinus-veterinarius]

It’s almost that time again. Time for job hunting.

But this time… I’m looking at zoo and aquarium jobs.

[souenkun]

Maybe manifesting for your favorite character to appear in the gacha game you've been addicted by writing them in a fanfic actually works! 🤯

Excerpt taken from "the home that awaits us".

[theartdaleterrier]

Quick Borzoi before bed. I think I'm getting the hang of the individual parts of the Borzoi, but might need some work putting them together. What do you think? 🤔

[promiscuousasexual]

?????

[tyranitarkisser]

Nurse Mituna?! Do you trust her....

[problemcore]

[gumy-shark]

girl who loves analyzing fighting styles and characters power levels vs mob psycho 100, an anime which doesn’t focus on the mechanics of its power system at all

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Concept: in her obsessive need to control Anne and Marcy, Sasha tries to cause tension between them because they're getting a little too close and they might be oblivious but she sees the way in which they look at each other and - oh, oh no, no no no no no she's not having that. There's a reason they called their garage band "Sasha and the Sharps" and it's because it's always been her and her two girls, not her two girls... weirdly crushing on each other and leaving her behind.

Thankfully, she knows the inner workings of their psyches like the back of her hand. She knows all about their strengths, weaknesses and insecurities. She just needs to compliment Marcy's intelligence a little too much in front of Anne while rubbing on Marcy's face that she'd probably be alone and unable to handle herself in public without Anne bringing her down to reality. Stirring Anne's jealousy and Marcy's insecurity is surprisingly easy, especially when it starts to reflect in the way in which they treat each other.

[stevie-petey]

speaking of jon, can we get a blurb of how he was feeling when bug fell at the house and almost died by the demogorgon? i know that guy was close to tears

YES YES YES I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO THIS BLURB ANON

enjoy <3

"bug-" one second you're beside jonathan, the next you're on the ground, clutching your ankle. when jonathan realizes this, he feels the world stop. "bug!"

he starts to scream, tries to go and help you up, but a hand grabs at his jacket, stopping him. jonathan, blind with fear and rage, screams at the person holding him back. "no, let go of me! i have to help her, nancy!"

the monster stalks closer to you, and jonathan watches as you try to stand up but only fall back down. youre in pain. he can see it all over your face, the way you scrunch your eyebrows together as your lips quiver.

he has to help you.

jonathan cannot let you die.

youre the only person who puts up with his bullshit, who can take his shitty days and make them into his favorite days. youre his best friend, the first person who ever paid any attention to him. hes based everything about himself around you. his kindness is an extension of yours, his intellect is a result of yours, his humor a connection of you.

but youre on the ground in pain and nancy is holding jonathan back and the monster is inches away from your face.

even if jonathan breaks free from nancys grasp now, he'll never make it in time. you seem to know this too, and jonathan watches as you nod at nancy, accepting your fate as if this makes any of this okay, and jonathan just wants you back in his arms where nothing can ever hurt you ever again.

he loses his voice, screaming your name repeatedly. he cant do anything. he cant fucking do anything.

all jonathan can do is watch as you brace for your own death, the death that he caused. jonathan byers, the boy born from selfishness and greed, is what kills y/n henderson in the end.

the monster bends down, gets ready to lunge, and jonathan forces himself to look away. he cant watch. sobs wrack his body, he thinks hes about to die alongside you.

then, in a flash, steve harrington has his arms wrapped around you and carries you towards jonathan and nancy.

the second he sets you down, jonathans body collides against yours. his hands are everywhere. they sprawl all over your back, your sides, your head, your arms. every part of you that he can touch, jonathan does.

youre alive.

youre alive.

"bug." the nickname falls like a prayer from his lips. jonathan has never believed in a god, but he does believe in threads attaching everyone to each other.

and his thread connecting to you hasnt been severed yet.

your fingers find their way to jonathans hair and you tell him its okay. you soothe him and jonathan only then realizes that hes shaking. your body heat presses against him, a reminder that youre alive, and jonathans head buzzes with concern.

"did it hurt you, are you bleeding?" jonathans hands continue to run all over your body, if he misses any sign of injury then he'll never forgive himself. "there should be a first aid kit-"

you grab his hands and kiss jonathans knuckles. your lips, so familiar against his skin after years of being soothed this way, settle something within jonathan. the kiss seep into his bones, spreading throughout his body, and slowly hes able to breathe again.

"im fine, just twisted my ankle. if you help me up, im sure i'll be able to stand again."

jonathan helps you up in a heartbeat. you lean against him and he wraps an arm around your waist. youre still here. he has to remind himself of this. youre alive and thats all that matters.

but you almost died tonight.

jonathan had just almost lost you.

your hair is a mess, your shirt us torn and stained with your blood from earlier, and your ankle is the size of a balloon and yet jonathan thinks youve never looked more beautiful.

jonathan doesnt realize hes staring at you until you turn away, your cheeks flushed, and he hates the way his stomach drops. hes made you uncomfortable again, crossed some invisible line, but jonathan is so fucking tired of lines.

what matters is that youre alive.

your hand is in his, and jonathan knows that no matter what happens next, hes never letting go of you ever again.

youre his and hes yours. threads and lines and strings in all.

[thedailyvio]

Day 260 - 264

WIP Below:

[abirddogmoment]

everyone say Pinecone Championship Weekend 👀

[novafire-is-thinking]

An individual in a powerful position teams up with a mad scientist to carry out their grand plans x2

The main thing that sets apart these two pairs are their motives.

Prowl wanted to speedrun the war to [hopefully] prevent more deaths in what was turning into a massive conflict while Mesothulas was merely obsessed with the intellectual challenge and inspiration.

As far as I can tell, Agent Croft desires control over Cybertronians for the sake of gaining more power while Dr. Meridian just wants to get rid of them.

But still. Color Theory says a lot:

Also, Mandroid has the whole spider theme going on with his Arachnamechs.

Reminds me of a certain scientist who liked spiders…

[firelightfoxes]

the win pic i chose from this weekend :) it's my favorite win pic ever!! we both look good for once lol