#48 hrs.

[schlock-luster-video]

On December 14, 1982, 48 Hrs. debuted in the United Kingdom.

[batmandarkknightuniverse]

48 Hrs(1982 Film)Andres Pop Culture Movie Tribute

[mxrcusflint]

i love you, i'm sorry

[idontcaboose]

Haunted car au pt 3

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Duke wasn't sure what was going on with the Batmobile, but it was glowing a weird green and looked like a misty blob was inside the driver's seat. It was not doing anything, just sitting there. It felt like they were watching him, though, and Duke wasn't sure how to feel about that. It wasn't until Alfred asked to fix Bruce's abysmal parking job and cleaning it that he got nervous. Normally, he would have told Alfred or anyone really, but he knew he was pushing the sleep limit that Alfred imposed. He would not jeopardize his lead on a drug ring targeting college students during the upcoming exam season.

He felt thing watch him approach the car. He really did not want to get in there with it, but after a bit of hesitation on his part, the entity moved to the passenger seat. At least it was polite. There was a small issue of not being able to back up for a moment, but nothing after that. It was smooth driving through the main floor down to the vehicle bay, and nothing kept him from exiting the car, but Duke was still wary of the car.

Cleaning the Batmobile was another issue. The car seemed to shiver when the water was sprayed on it. It flinched from the towel he was using, and after the rinse off, the thing GROWLED at him! Duke was not going to mess with that again anytime soon. He was just going to suit up and get the heck out of the cave. Duke wasn't a complete idiot though, something was in the car, he did tell Alfred that the car seemed to be running weird and maybe Bruce should look at it once his mandatory 8 hours injury rest was up. Bruce was the last one to use the car, so it's his circus and monkeys to deal with. He had a drug bust to deal with.

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I am procrastinating a task I imposed on myself... So, you might get more sooner rather than later. No promises.

@kizzer55555 @sebas-nights @candeartist422 @trappednyourheart @fandom-life-corrupted-me @tkiesai @2lbballpeenhammer

[imsofreakingtired]

After a brutal fight, you scream at Sevika, accusing her of caring more about Silco than she ever did about you, and she agrees and calls you a distraction.

when you leave she regrets it but she’s to late

my god i love that. thanks for the prompt!

the cut that always bleeds

content warning(s): wives fighting 😔

"i don't love you anymore, a pretty line that i adore five words that i've heard before 'cause you keep me on a rope and tied a noose around my throat you're gone, then back at my door"

~~~

It had finally happened.

You’re sure of it, and it makes you go cold all over.

Your head is heavy from lack of sleep, but you can’t even stand the thought of lying down. Your heart’s pounding something awful in your chest, as if you’re waiting for the knock that would come any second, bringing the brutal news that you had lost your wife for good.

Sevika had promised you there was no external business tonight. She had promised that she would come directly home after the Chem-baron assembly, she had given her solemn word.

So either she was really dead, or—

The door swings open, hard, so that a thin rain of plaster and dust showers onto the floor. You see Sevika’s tall figure in the doorway.

You stand up.

“Shit,” Sevika mutters. “You spooked me. Why aren’t you asleep?”

Your voice is dangerously low. “Where have you been?”

Sighing heavily, Sevika takes off her cloak and throws it carelessly over the chair. “Silco needed me to take care of some loons trying to steal supplies near the harbor.” Without meeting your eye, she goes to the icebox and takes out a bottle of beer. “Then there was a misunderstanding with some fool merchant about a shipment for Topside—”

“Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”

Sevika looks at you over the bottle. “What?”

“What,” you echo. “Very nice. What. Because you can run around all day, all night at Silco’s beck and call without a care in the world, and I can just sit here worrying myself sick, right?”

“Baby, don’t start. I’m not in the mood.”

“Don’t baby me.” You slam your fist against the table, causing the empty glasses to jump.

Sevika just looks at you. Her cool silence makes you angrier than any insult could have done.

“I must mean nothing to you, don’t I?” You yell. “Is it too much to fucking ask that you send a message in advance, telling me you’ll be late?”

Sevika tips the bottle back, draining the whole thing in one sip. Then she calmly set it down on the table.

“You think I like sitting up here alone until the fucking morning, not knowing whether you’re alive or dead? If I matter less to you than a fuckin’ object, what are you keeping me around for? You might as well save us both the trouble and stop off at Babette’s every night after work.”

“You’re right, maybe I should.”

A deathlike silence falls.

You stare at her, shaking slightly, as her words sink through the air between you like stones in deep water.

Sevika must have seen the way your face changed, the shock in your eyes, and she must have realized the weight of what she just said, because she tries to backtrack. But the damage is done.

“This isn’t a relationship,” you say quietly. “The relationship you’re in, the one you’re fucking devoted to, is with that man in the office above the Last Drop. Just say so.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Fuck you!” You scream.

Sevika stands quickly, her eyes stony with anger. “What did you expect, then?” she says harshly. “Tell me. What’d you expect—honeymooning around the riverside, flying off to Noxus, for Janna’s sake? We’re at the brink of war.”

“Is that what you think? What am I, your fucking toy bride?”

“You’re not a toy,” she snaps. “You’re a distraction.”

A moment passes before you repeat, “a distraction.”

She glares at you. “Silco was right,” she says. “This whole thing—you—it was all just holding me back.”

The slap rings through the empty room.

Sevika stands unmoving, like she’s carved from stone. You watch her, eyes burning, palm stinging, waiting for a reaction, waiting for her to hit you back, yell at you, curse you out—anything. Anything to show that she felt something.

But she doesn’t say a word.

You shake your head, slowly. “You’re a jackass.”

Still no answer.

You turn on your heel and storm into the bedroom you shared with Sevika. You rip your few spare pieces of clothing off the hooks on the walls and roll them violently into a bundle, then stride back into the front room and yank open the door. Sevika is still standing in the same place, staring at the floor as if holding a silent argument with the floorboards.

Before you leave, you turn and say, “Sevika.”

She looks at you.

“You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me.”

The door slams behind you.

~~~

Sevika listens to the dust settle. She stands in the dark room, feeling strange and vaguely angry. Suddenly she lets out a yell and grabs the empty beer bottle and hurls it against the wall. It shatters upon impact, the shards dancing across the floor.

Sevika stands, unsteady on her feet, swaying slightly. She grabs the back of a chair, ready to break it as well, then changes her mind and goes to take out another bottle of liquor.

Soon the world is comfortably fuzzy and nothing was ever real, your voice fades pleasantly into the back of her head like the thin buzz of electricity...

~~~

Sevika wakes up among glass shards and splintered wood. Her head throbs like it’s ready to split open. She sits up with a groan, blinking in the daylight seeping through the small window. What time was it? Why was she sleeping on the floor? Why hadn’t you woken her up?

There had been this strange, funny dream she had…this dream where you were real mad at her…she should tell you.

Then she sees the open door of the bedroom, and the empty bed beyond it. Then she remembers—the fight, your anger, the sharp sting of your hand against her cheek. “No,” she mumbles to herself. She gets to her feet clumsily, staggering. “No.”

Stupidly she goes into the bedroom, as if you might be hiding somewhere in the corner or beneath the bed. She sees the empty hooks on the wall. She walks back out and opens the front door, looking up and down the apartment hall. She calls out your name in a hoarse voice.

But you’re not there.

[xoue]

[modernmanblues]

talk about swagger in the first gif

[cinearche]

48 Hrs. Dir Walter Hill. Paramount, 1982.

Cinematography: Ric Waite.

48 Hrs. (Walter Hill, 1982).

[to-the-stars8]

No one can convince me otherwise that Wayne Manor isn’t like the house in Home Alone. Filled with too many people that are always coming and going with the homey, warm vibe to it. It just looks like you can go in and be comfortable. I can’t vibe with it being quiet, boring, and overall somber. That house is loud, bright, and warm!

[southbedfordstreet]

buck buckley doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve; he keeps it in the palms of his hands and holds it up to show to anyone and everyone who looks his way like he’s back in kindergarten and it’s his turn for show & tell

[kolkaslove]

I don't think I ever showed photos of my locker here lol.

Most of the art is from TFBW, the "i love my husband" drawing is from SpookyTeeth ,the Metrosexual drawing and scarf one are from Milei on DA. The Craig and Stan drawing is from Ninitheweenie on DA . The drawing with the orange bg is from Buddypants on DA and the drawing on the inside wall of the locker itself is by psinok on DA,,,, the pastor Craig and Tweek Imp drawing is by Nyanmi1411 who I think is on Twitter but seems to have a private account.

Bonus,

Someone tried to rip Tweek off????? 😭😭😭😭 I went to my locker one morning and it was just,,,,, like that and I put some tape over him and tried to smooth it out. Sigh

I have spares of them in my locker in case anyone tried to take them off, but think they're a slightly different size than these so it would look off if I only replaces Tweek

[lucky-draws]

i love the silly looking green bug thing from red dwarf . and the spaceship is pretty cool too

[thepastneverforgets]

i like to think buck's "my own boyfriend wont even kiss me" line stemmed from some initial hesitancy tommy wouldve shown if he went in to kiss buck and instinctually reached in to cup his cheek or clasp his chin for the kiss, before he realized he had to be mindful of his boyfriend's very active and severe skin condition. and buck being buck read that as tommy being grossed out by him a little. but was still being offered kisses, just not very tactile ones atm, so he couldn't be completely miffed about it

[rollercoasterwords]

ok personal top 5 least favorite responses 2 lambpost:

1. terfs going ‘woman moment’ -> your politics are rooted in a fundamental reinvestment in the very sex binaries that undergird patriarchal power & your analysis of this post is shallow & mean-spirited. immediate block

2. ‘get therapy LOL’ -> health itself is a social construct as is mental health & therapy is not a neutral institution. your assumption that anything deemed strange/abnormal/uncomfortable must be the result of an emotional state in need of ‘fixing’ indicates a lack of critical self-reflection as to how and within what institutional confines your own ideas about what is ‘normal’ & ‘healthy’ have developed

3. ‘wait is this deep & meaningful or is it weird & horny i can’t tell’ -> your inability to reconcile the fact that the erotic can be meaningful & the grotesque sexual paired with your assumption that art must have a single, fundamental True meaning is tiresome

4. ‘oh yeah well i’m NOT the priest’s favorite sacrificial lamb because i bite & kick & fight back’ etc etc -> ok. why r u on the priest’s favorite sacrificial lamb post then

5. ‘clearly the Actual Meaning of this post is X & anyone interacting w it in a different way is a freak/brain damaged/incapable of critical thought/etc’ -> do u enjoy the pedestal u have built for urself. does it make u feel special.

personal top 5 favorite responses 2 lambpost:

1. this comic by @honeyedheartss -> beautiful & i am always thinking abt it <3

2. these tags by @unclemagnemite -> genuinely a fresh & fun interpretation i had not considered which added something new 2 my own experience of a post i wrote. also very funny

3. people making webweave posts w supernatural & succession characters -> this is what social media is meant for. also ur so right that character is definitely the priest’s favorite sacrificial lamb…

4. this fanart by @penaltyboxboxbox -> idk who that man is or why he’s the favorite sacrificial lamb but i think it’s so cool how his guts r out

5. this comment on tiktok -> let’s all hold hands & become alpha wolfs. together <3

[cogentsummoner]

how to woo your soulmate: chapter one

pairing: villain!all might/reader rating: teen tags: villain all might, soulmate au, slice of life/fluff, reluctantly falling in love word count: 1.5k summary:

Most people were happy with their soulmates. Sure, there were the odd few matches that simply didn't work out, for one reason for another, but they were few and far between.

You, however... your soulmate was the Number One Villain in the country, who was intent on winning you over. After all- it's fate, isn't it?

read on ao3 here!

[skitskatdacat63]

I don't know what compelled me to make this but now it exists