#Adam is an ally

[matiasthecamilion]

This must be one ofmy favourite captions on Adam's videos

[divine0rdainment]

Randome demon: IS ANYONE IN THIS HOTEL STRAIGHT?!

Angel:...

Charlie:....

Vaggie:...

Husk:....

Alastor:....

Adam: *Raises hand*

Lucifer: *grabs his hand and pulls it down* We have literally fucked.

Adam: Oh... Right.

[dimension20official]

GAME CHANGER: BATTLE ROYALE - OLD GUARD vs. NEW BLOOD

Launches April 3rd on Dropout.tv

This 4 episode event series features host Sam Reich, contestants Ify Nwadiwe, Rekha Shankar, Ally Beardsley, Adam Conover, Vic Michaelis, Tao Yang, Anna Garcia, Izzy Roland, Lily Du, and Jacob Wysocki, with guests Rick Devens, Andrew Fuller, Clauda Sandoval, Laganja Estranja, and Howie Mandel.

[altamont498]

Transman: *gets bottom surgery*

Transman:

[vamprisms]

it's unreal to me that we lived in the time before any gay people were allowed to get married. for the 2124 college student reading this for their assignment yes we still existed before that. btw you should check out a little indie movie called i now pronounce you chuck and larry 2007. it was a real cultural milestone and will be a great source for your essay

[honeysucklehotchner]

blue - luke alvez x fem!bau!reader

summary: luke brings you iced coffee in the morning with a sweet note <3

warnings: unedited, lowercase intended

a/n: saw the picture on the right on pinterest and had to write something like it :)

_-.*•.—.*•._-

you and luke had a friday morning tradition of getting up earlier and stopping for coffee on your way into work. you were best friends, and had recently confessed your romantic feelings for each other but were still in an in-between, flirty phase and unofficially together. you had been on top of the world the past few weeks in the lavender haze of the honeymoon phase with him. he made your heart flutter in all the best ways.

you had a bit of a rushed morning, waking up later than you intended after staying up late working on some paperwork. you’d texted luke to let him know you’d have to skip coffee this morning, much to your disappointment.

‘no worries! see you at work :)’ he texted back almost immediately and you smiled softly at his text, his contact showing up with the heart you’d put next to it.

you got to work, setting your bag down at your desk and sitting down, slightly out of breath as you’d been rushing into the office from the parking lot. you glanced over and saw luke’s desk was still empty.

just then, you felt a warm hand against your shoulder, his hand gently moving a piece of hair from your face. you knew it was luke right away and glanced around anxiously, worried that someone might notice. nobody else on the team really knew about your unofficial-official relationship and you were a little shy about PDA regardless.

he laughed softly, “good morning, cariño,”

“morning,” you said, smiling up at him from your chair.

he set an iced coffee down on your desk, a small sticky note folded up on top of it. he made sure nobody was paying attention and leaned down, placing a gentle, feather-light kiss on your temple before heading over to his own desk, dropping his bag on the floor.

you watched him walk away, the soft kiss he left you had your stomach filled with butterflies and your skin warm and tingly. you turned on your computer and logged in, then opened the sticky note. in his slightly messy chicken scratch writing it said: ‘you look pretty today, i like you in blue’ then on the back with a tiny scribbled heart ‘enjoy your coffee, cariño’

you felt your cheeks turn a little bit pink as you tried to bite back a smile. you glanced up at him and made eye contact with him. you mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ and he smiled back at you, nodding and going back to his paperwork like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to do something like that for you.

you still weren’t used to his gentle love and sweet thoughtfulness. whether it was bringing you coffee at work or showing up at your apartment with a bouquet of flowers, your heart melted every time. you couldn’t believe how fortunate you were to have someone care about you so selflessly and though you weren’t officially together yet, you had no doubt that you were going to spend a lifetime with him.

[sarah-chasm]

I’m so fucking sorry… WHAT!!???

(I’ll be fine I just need to adjust to this INCREDIBLE REALITY )

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!👑✨🤯🥰🤩

[klanced]

[12yo keith is standing in a walmart parking lot holding a rainbow colored balloon and other miscellaneous items]

shiro: wha- is that keith? what is he doing?

adam, deathly serious: takashi he worked super hard on this. so please just play along

shiro: what is ‘this’ supposed to be?

adam: (shhh! he’s coming over here!)

[keith nervously approaches shiro and adam]

keith: ummm... hi shiro

shiro: hi keith :)

keith: happy gay month cuz you know. you’re gay and stuff.

shiro: .. okay. thank you?

[keith hands over the balloon]

keith: i got you this gay balloon cause it’s got all the colors of the rainbow. because it’s gay 

shiro: okay-

[keith starts handing over the other things in his hands]

keith: and i got you skittles because they also have a rainbow on them-

shiro: okay-

keith: and i got you this cookie cake, it says, um

keith: [mumble singing] ‘beee who you areee with yourrr.. priiiide’

shiro: this is for-- pride month-- why did you do this, why are you doing this?

adam: (BE. NICE.)

keith: .. because you’re gay!

shiro: .. okay.

shiro: wow, thank you keith, this is really nice! i’m sorry i didn’t get you anything :(

keith: why would you get me something for pride month?

shiro:

adam:

keith: ?

shiro: keith, this is so thoughtful, thank you! :)

keith: :D

[politedemon]

THE DISRUPTORS (2024) dir. Adam Frucci

[pinkniz]

How I treat that one male character I call my "beloved wittle princess babygirl💕":

[supakixbabe]

Just a friendly reminder that The Elite are an ally for the Trans community. 🥹🏳️‍⚧️

Photos found by @ / feelneurotic on Twitter (Not taking credit for finding the sources. I knew about em’ though)

[lotus-pear]

I need Verlaine in the mainplot so bad , like Asagiri just make a plot twist by adding him and Agatha,I made new ideas for that too -Verlaine anon coming back to live

the day verlaine comes back into the main plot i will ONLY post about him /srs like that man will become the focal point of my existence

[shutupcrime]

I love that Adam ruins everything has just slowly evolved into Adam explains how capitalism is a human meat grinder into which we are all slowly falling

[fredbydawn]

I am once again putting in too much effort

[oh-allie]

(HH phase post 3) I WAS TOO FUNNY TO BE MAKING JOKES ABOUT HAZBIN HOTEL...

guys are we thinking that, cause its been confirmed that demons CAN be redeemed (with sir penis) are we thinking that adam is in hell now ?? I ACTUALLY REALLY HOPE SO 💔 he was too cunty to die <\3 he is THE dickmaster, THE misogynist, THE man, and his nuts DID create all of humanity 🙁

well he mightve been the first dickmaster but lucifer was obviously the best because jeez dude your chick got stolen twice by the same guy 💔

(understandable i am in the process of selling my soul to him he is my wife)

[honeysucklehotchner]

walls — luke alvez x fem!bau!reader

summary: luke takes care of reader after she gets hurt on a case which leads them to confess their feelings for each other

warnings: unedited, lowercase intended, cm canon typical violence (only mentioned, nothing graphic), reader is injured (mention of broken bones and bruises), fem!reader, slightest mention of luke’s sweatshirt fitting loose on reader

a/n: rose from the dead to bring you this fic, i know most of my followers are here for hp and st content so i’m hoping this reaches the right audience, either way pls let me know what you think! <3

_-.*•.—.*•._-

you sat on the edge of your kitchen island, watching luke cut off the bottom of the bouquet of flowers that penelope had given him to bring you after work. a sweetheart, she didn’t want you to feel sad while you were stuck at home, replacing them every other week so you weren’t left with wilted petals. though you insisted it wasn’t necessary, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

he filled a vase from your cabinet with water and arranged the flowers neatly in it, setting it on your counter before leaning against the marble with his arms crossed, looking at you. you tried not to take notice of the way his arms flexed under his shirt.

you smiled at him, beginning to tell him about your day and the short walk you managed to take roxy on this morning. you’ve settled into a routine like this now, him coming over before and after work to pay you a visit, making sure everything is in order so you don’t have to lift a finger.

you’ve started to feel better, concussion fading and bruises turning brown. still, your wrist remains in a cast and ribs taking their sweet time to heal. luke had driven you to your doctors’ appointment yesterday and was there to pick up the pieces of your frustration when they told you you couldn’t start physical therapy for at least another few weeks.

tonight, you’re complaining about exactly that and how eager you are to get back in the field, claiming that you feel “totally fine!” but he doesn’t miss the way you wince slightly when you’re reaching for something in the cabinet or when something accidentally brushes against your side. nonetheless, he listens to you and watches you closely, the evening sunlight coming into your apartment from the windows reflects off of you, illuminating your hair and skin. you’re wearing a sweatshirt he left behind a couple days ago and it hangs loosely on your frame and he notices your socks swinging back and forth off the edge of the island don’t match. he doesn’t know how to tell you that he loves seeing you like this, outside of your stiffly professional work clothes. right now, he thinks you’re the closest thing to an angel he’ll ever see.

body acting on its own accord, he steps forward and intertwines his hand in yours and as if it’s the most normal thing in the world, you continue your rant. it’s not until he brings his other hand up to cup your jaw that you finally stop talking, eyes meeting his unsure of what exactly is happening. you wonder if you’ve fully recovered from your concussion because this feels a little too much like a hazy dream you’ve had before.

he holds your face so gently, eyes glancing between your own and your lips, “can i kiss you?” he whispers.

oh.

“i- yeah-” you reply, taken aback but admittedly desperate, having waited for this since the day he walked through the doors of the bau, “yes,”

he smiles down at you, tilting his head only slightly teasing at your eagerness as if he doesn’t feel the exact same way about you but he doesn’t give you enough time to react, before leaning in to meet your lips.

then with every ounce of self-respect in you disappearing, you lean back, the only thing keeping you upright is his hand on your waist. your left hand is braced against his chest and your other is holding his bicep. after a beat, you come to your senses and kiss him back with a similar fervor, wrapping your arms up around his neck.

he smiles against your lips and pulls away, not leaving you without a few more chaste pecks for good measure as well as a short trail of them down your jaw and neck as he buries his face into you and holds you close.

“luke, ow, ow,” you say, as he squeezes your bruised ribs a little too tight. he immediately loosens his grip and pulls back with his hands up in fake-surrender.

“sorry, sorry, i forgot,” he defends, and you laugh softly at his antics. it’s been a few weeks and you’re still admittedly a bit embarrassed about your whole unsub-incident that earned you said-injuries, but you’re sure that it sucks the most right now because you want nothing more than to be completely and selfishly enveloped in luke’s arms. so you do the next best thing and take the opportunity to lace your fingers together with both his hands and pull him back towards you.

“it’s okay,” you say, lips twisting into a shy smile. you’re sure your cheeks are a similar shade of pink to garcia’s favorite lipstick but if he notices, he doesn’t mention it.

he looks at you for a minute then smiles, doing the god-awful thing he does where he subconsciously sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek and it makes you dizzy. it’s something you know you shouldn’t take notice of, not as a friend, and especially not as a professional colleague but that line has been more than crossed at this point so you don’t find it in yourself to care.

“i’m in love with you,” he says softly, he reaches up and brushes a loose strand of hair away from your face and the way his fingers brush your skin is enough to erase the horrible thought in the back of your mind that this is just a cruel joke he’s playing on you.

“me too,” you reply, before furrowing your brow and squeezing your eyes shut. you shake your head, a laugh escaping you, “i mean, not-”

he raises his eyebrows, squinting ever so slightly and you take notice of the playful glimmer in his eyes as he waits for you to find your composure.

“i’m in love with you too,” you finally manage with a deep breath, biting the inside of your lip and smiling.

you wrap your arms around his torso and he holds you carefully, not wanting to hurt you again. still, you feel secure enough that let your shoulders relax for the first time in what feels like ages, an outward sign that you’ve let your metaphorical walls down and he’s more than happy to never let you put them up for him again.