#And then they make out

[ho-ho-homosxual]

*Family Feud Buzzer sound*

Stanford Pines and Fiddleford Muguket

Gay as hell to be another man's groomsman like what are you gonna do? Stand there and wish he was marrying you instead? Gayass.

[whathorselegs]

Your typical 'Kunikida and Chuuya bonding over how much Dazai annoys them' scenario where they're making jokes that they have a whole list for ways to get payback.

Only as they describe them to each other Kunikida's get increasingly graphic and unhinged to the point even Chuuya is concerned whether Dazai will survive until the end of the year. When Kunikida is finally done letting off steam, they sit in awkward silence for a moment before Chuuya says, "Buddy, I feel for you, and I admire the creativity, if you ever wanna make torture your career the mafia has a spot open for you, but Dazai is not worth the amount of life sentences you'll get for all that."

[smallsinger5901]

lawlight au where theyre about to kiss and then L is like ‘oh SHIT im having a heart attack Kira is killing me’ and Light is like ‘no bitch that’s nerves’

[arkangelo-7]

The fact that DC isn’t capitalizing on the Billionaire Romance potential between Bruce in Clark is criminal.

It has all the markings of success. Tall, dark, brooding love interests that’s richer than God but has a tortured soul? Check. Small town protagonist who’s in over their head but too in love to care? Double check. Complicated family and/or workplace dynamics that could pull the couple apart? Triple check.

Superbat is like an Ana Huang book on steroids; I know I’ll never see it actualized but DAMN is Bruce and Clark’s dynamic perfect for it…

[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

I hope next week Rio just casually walks past Teen and pulls Agatha out of the ground like a dirty turnip

[relmint-draws]

im so eepy rn

[whomeverknorks]

arranged marriage enemies to lovers alcina x reader au snippet that i will never finish 😌

xxxxx

You’re not sure why your feet are carrying you past your chambers and straight to hers, but you do know that everything feels different in the moonlight — the shame of doing such a thing under the sun’s watchful eye would have stopped you, disgusted you.

But just as shame disappears in the dark, the despair in you makes itself known. The night brings nothing but cold and silence and too much time to think about how dreadfully alone and out of your depth you are in this strange place. Your new home.

And so, while every firing neuron of your brain insists that this is the worst thing you could possibly be doing, your heart drives you forward in search of the one thing you lack. The one thing you crave.

You wish it was something baser — carnality, the feeling of another body against you, the distraction of a mindless fuck.

However, tonight you yearn for something worse.

Companionship.

Well, not even that — just… someone to talk to.

Gods, how pathetic. Especially when the only person to talk to is her.

You’re at her door in a heartbeat-and-a-half (but who’s counting?) and you don’t knock. She doesn’t deserve such a kindness.

The ‘she’ in question is sat by the open window, cigarette in one hand, wine glass in the other. Her selenite skin reflects the glow of the night’s full moon and the light seems like it’s shining from within her, her silhouette outlined in an ethereal, full-body halo.

The effect is ruined by the scowl she wears as she turns to you. Such a handsome face wasted on an awful soul.

You hate her.

(She hates you too.)

“Why are you here?” she asks. She stubs the cigarette out in an ashtray with more violence than necessary.

“I thought this room was mine as much as it was yours.”

Her own words thrown back in her face shut her up. She screws her lips into a thin line and glowers. You wait for her to renege on that particularity of the contract, and she seems to want to, you can see it in the way her shoulders tense and her right hand clenches — but you’ve caught her in a trap of her own making. Alcina Dimitrescu is stubbornly addicted to propriety, first and foremost, and she’d rather remain obstinately true to her word (even to her own detriment) before she lets anyone call her a hypocrite.

Joke’s on her; you have her figured out because you’re not that different at all.

Her nostrils twitch and she scents the air.

“You’ve been drinking.”

“Absolutely.” You make your way further into the room, stalking toward her. She watches you carefully, cooly, but doesn’t move to stand. “If this is to be my life, why not learn the trade? The trade, of course, being how to drink yourself numb like a proper Lady of this castle. I don’t actually care about winemaking.”

“Excuse me?”

You’re in front of her now, not quite eye level as she leans forward dangerously in her chair.

“Don’t pretend, Alcina. Not with me. As much as I can’t stand to look at you, it’s hard to miss how much you imbibe. And I know you can’t be completely immune.”

You can see it in her eyes. She may be inhuman, but the bloodshot, glassy misery is unmistakable.

“Tell me, why do you drink so much? Is it to forget the life you’re cursed with?”

She looks down her nose at you, her eyebrows creasing in disgust, before a somber look washes over her and she turns to look out the window. She places the glass down on the windowsill and glances at it. Considering.

“Sometimes.”

You’d expected her to slap you, not tell you the truth.

“Does it work?”

She gazes out the window again, her eyes unfocused.

“No.”

“It’s not working for me, either.”

She turns back to you and regards you with some unidentifiable expression, though the look on her face is softer and lacks her earlier ire. She seems tired.

“Is it me?” You hate how desperate you sound. “Am I what you’re cursed with?”

You almost miss it when she answers, quieter and smaller than you thought possible from such an imposing woman.

“No.”

[heavenly-memerant]

Broke: Yizhi is nonbinary and doesn't do anything about it because he's too busy commiting treason and trying not get boiled alive by Qin Zheng

Woke: Just as Qin Zheng is about to boil him alive Yizhi comes out as nonbinary and argues "I can't be executed for treason because I'm not that Zhang Yizhi that commited treason, he was a guy and I'm not a guy so we are obviously different people." Somehow this works

[wholecakes]

the early stages of zosan where it is so fucking clear these two do not like each other at all. zoro thinks sanji is a lovesick fool (he is) and sanji thinks zoro is a green freak of nature (he is). maybe the realization that they’re not so different comes after a night of drinking. maybe it comes after some late night banter. maybe it comes when zoro realizes that sanji is the same level of self sacrificing that he is, just in a different way. maybe it comes when sanji realizes that zoro is actually riddled with anxiety when it comes to needing to protect his crew.

[thegreatmousebafoon]

Mycroft: You’ll be back! You know why? You’re too competitive. It’s your worst feature… well, actually your ears are you worst feature, but competitive is right up there ( slams the door ).

Sherlock: My god- Can you believe him?!

John: No. I always thought your boney feet where your worst feature.

Sherlock: Ok- ouch. If we’re gonna talk about worst features, I am particularly adverse to the mustache.

John: Hey! I shaved that ages ago-

Sherlock: I still know it was there.

John: ….

Sherlock: ….

[thesicca-blog]

Hi bucktommy Nation! I really, really need someone to write a fic where Buck and Tommy are on the same call after the breakup, and Tommy does something completely reckless to save Buck's life, ending up in the hospital, with Buck completely devastated at his bedside, asking Eddie why Tommy would save his life after he broke up with him

And when Tommy wakes up, regains consciousness, whatever, it turns out he could hear everything that happened around him, and he tells Buck that he'll always save him because even though they're not together, he can't imagine a world without him in it

Please and thank you!

[hes-as-stubborn-as-ever]

Virgil while working on his next Logan puzzle: oh god I hope he'll like it

Roman standing in the doorway to his room, having listened to both of them rant on and on about this for weeks, knowing how down bad Logan is: dude chill he'll love it because you made it for him

[somemismatchedsocks]

I quadruple dog dare you to draw arimy fanart

BABYIES OMG AAAAAAAAAA YES EXCUSE TO DRAW MY GIRLS 💥💥💥💥💥

[triumviiirate]

saying this about bones is literally the funniest thing ever. please remind me which character spends the entirety of tos actively demeaning humanity as a whole. quick

[dumbassratsimp]

Don’t you ever just look at two characters, and you just KNOW they’re secretly married?

Like, you know what you are. Just shut up and make out, holy shit 😤🤌✨💕

And then they were roommates 🤭🫵🏳️‍🌈✨