#Any how

[theskullkid]

gandalf: (saddled up on his horse) get a pony, loser, we’re going on an adventure bilbo: bitch what

thats how it went right

i had that in my head for too long i needed to share it with the world

[arnie-cunningham-official]

do you think the IHNMAIMS characters new the can opener was invented years after the cans and that, you can actually open a can by smashing it?

[veryrealimagination]

The next time James Pendrick came through Toronto, it was with discretion. It seemed that every time he came back to the beloved city, it was met with disastrous consequences. His traitor of a wife, multiple inventions either destroyed or hidden, Terrence Meyers, Allen Clegg, his thoughts about saving the future, all in tragedy.

He also did so due to the nature of his visit.

With a hat pulled low, he made his way over to the small little bar at the end of an alleyway. James had been taken here prior by his paramour and they agreed to keep doing so when he was in town. It was easier to sneak away to whatever room he would be renting for the week. His home kept out visitors, so he was unable to take him in there. Once James managed to find places of discretion, he usually search out.

The place had a crooner as singer tonight. The song was heartbreaking, but their voice was smooth as some bourbons he’s had down in the American South. This time, he tried a house bottle and waited for his companion to show up. It took an hour, in which the singer went through another heartbreak story, a story about a dog, and something about a crossroads, before someone unceremoniously dropped in the chair beside him. “I was beginning to think that tonight wasn’t a good one,” he whispered.

“It almost wasn’t,” Llewellyn Watts muttered, “It’s a nasty case at work. Murdoch has a few theories, but Brackenreid sent us all home.” He glanced at the man sitting next to him. “Well, close to it, at least.” A shared smile, before they turned back to the stage. A glass of wine instead of a harder liquor, and they caught up on their own adventures. One glass turned into a third one before he allowed himself to kiss the man on the cheek. “We should head to the next place before I am unable to keep my tact.”

Through his second glass, James smiled in amusement before paying their tab and helping the man up.

-

The morning was warm.

James was curled around his bedmate, holding them in a stranglehold as he received the same. While they were bare under the sheets, nothing physical was happening. That was all last night, as the crispness of his sheets attested. While his body was performing its routine checks to make sure that he was still in working order, it appeared that it would not simply be a check for the other man as Watts’s body reacted in kind.

Then, lips found his collar bone. “Llewellyn,” he murmured. A hand, coated, started giving him delightful pleasure. “Ahhh.” The man then moved on top of him, continuing his ‘assault’.

Knocking on the door interrupted them. The man above him growled, surprising James but he felt a thrill at the noise. “If this is the same as last time…”

“Last time?”

He nodded, but wasn’t able to explain. This time, the knocking came with someone talking. *“James, it’s Murdoch and Thomas,”* a familiar voice called on the other side.

The younger man dropped his head on James. His delightful ministrations also stopped. “Almost exactly the same,” he pouted.

“Oh really?”

The man nodded against his chest. “A previous fling, he started something while I was trying to get ready, then Murdoch showed up.” He raised his head. “There’s not going to stop until seeing you. I believe I will hide in the water closet until they leave.”

James understood that, allowing the man to take one of the blankets from the bed to wrap himself in before grabbing a robe to cover himself. Opening the door, the two men were not impressed at his tardiness in answering. Or the fact he had not even started for the day. “Pendrick,” Murdoch said, forcing his way in.

“Murdoch, what a lovely surprise.” He nodded at Thomas, who he stepped aside to let in. “What is it now? I do believe I haven’t even started any sort of revolutionary experiments that would allow me to be targeted.”

Thomas led the nicer conversation. “Ashmi was broken out of jail, and explicitly killed by the person that did it,” he informed, “Discovered yesterday, dead for at least twenty four hours prior. Last night, we found the same for Sam Trenwith.”

Oh, well. “Well, if it happened last night, I can assure you, I was quite preoccupied.”

“Really?”

Murdoch, who had been paying attention a small bit, saw that there was more clothing that would be normal even for Pendrick to have been there for a few days. In fact, there was something about the suit…

“Incredibly vigorous discussion on the properties of a new material I have been working on. Stayed up until the Devil’s hour, when I almost dropped my drink.”

Brackenreid noticed with amusement when Murdoch rubbed the bridge of his nose after picking up a jacket. “That’s not what was dropped,” he panned. Looking over to his superior, he walked over to the water closet. “Get out here.”

The amusement grew. “Had some company last night, James?” He looked around for a lady’s corset or some undergarments. “Did she leave before you awoke?”

“Watts, get out of the closet!”

The Inspector glanced over in confusion. “Watts?”

Murdoch pointed at three different areas. “That was the suit Watts was wearing yesterday. Long johns are in the corner, while Pendrick threw his over by his suit. Tie on the bed, I recognize the pattern.” He pounded on the door. “Llewellyn Watts, you open this door and face this!”

The comment about company last night and what they were actually doing ran through Brackenreid’s mind. “Bloody hell.” Then, he focused on James. “You had sex with my younger detective?”

“You were more amused when you thought it was a woman,” he mentioned, trying to not get into more trouble and not realizing that it would be the opposite.

Murdoch, quite annoyed, tried the door knob and found it locked. A quick flick and a pick was in his hand. It wasn’t much to unlock the cheap thing and push the door open. “Get over here,” he hissed, dragging out the younger man by the ear. He stopped by the Inspector. “James Pendrick?!”

Watts made sure the bedding was covering his lower half, but his shoulders were left bare and he didn’t want to keep shrugging it up. “I do not perceive the problem of my current paramour, Murdoch,” he defended, twisting around. Murdoch had not let go of his ear.

Brackenreid pointed at Watts. “Two weeks of paperwork!”

“What?!” he yelped, both from the punishment he was receiving and the ear twisting that was still happening.

“Two weeks of paperwork, I’m having Mitchell watch you. Don’t trust Crabtree or Higgins to not allow you out. No after work ‘meetings’ with James Pendrick ever again.”

“I do not understand the issue you have with James. He has been shown numerous times to be an innocent and patient individual when events in his life conspire to ruin it and you have to continuously investigate him.” He pointed at Murdoch from an awkward angle. “You, of all, should be delighted that it wasn’t the same person that you caught me with the last time!”

Oh, he hated the reminder of that. “James Pendrick has an unfortunate track of bringing trouble.”

“So do you, I, the Inspector and most of the people in and connected to Station House Four,” Watts argued.

“Bloody hell,” the man repeated, “Get dressed, and we’re all going down to the Station.”

[syni-gin-ryn]

Wow, I didn't realize how much tumblr's compression affect images. I understand now why people always tell you to click for a better resolution

Sarah Nuevo, First And Only Daughter Of Elyin Lassar and Ronan Gwilt, The Fleeting Light, The Essence Of Nature.

[jinx-o-rama]

I GOT MY DAMN ACCOUNT BACK! But those damn Gs made me pin their post so ya know it's greattttttt

Hey y'all just wanted to say I appreciate all the interaction with the Station G stuff also I will go back to my normal stuff! good news as well I will be continuing Station G! Remember keep using the Kaleidoscope Terminal :)

[blinkasaurus]

Which color looks best on William Zabka?

Oh my god. Anon. How…how can you expect me to choose?

Except of course I have an answer for you. Of course I do.

See, Billy looks great in white.

Also great in dark blue.

Various blues, red accents…really brings out his eyes.

But lemme tell you something, and it’s lucky for us, because it’s most of what he wears…

BILLY

LOOKS

BEST

IN

BLACK

I rest my case.

(Thank you for the ask, anon. This was so much fun.)

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Hehehehehe

I have yet to actually play the game, but let me tell you when I do we'll be going places dgyshsjsjnsksnshdhhsjs

The fanart was what got me, really :P

I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"

[some-pers0n]

I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through

[unsung-idiot]

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

[pouletpourri]

"You just have to look closely."

[just-spacetrash]

the 'what if you played it a little risky' post literally Changed my life but i cant fujkign find it in my blog because its. a tiktok screenshot

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[morganbritton132]

No one tells you when you get a Big Serious Job™ how many fucking abbreviations you’ll be forced to learn.