#BRICK ESPECIALLY.

[stardestroyer81]

Can you guess who my favorite Pizza Tower character is? 💙✨

[the-crooked-library]

does anyone else think about Spike and Giles looking at each other and seeing a personification of the most despised and vulnerable aspects of their own past or is it just me

[iheartmangomonster]

cane user tim

peep the fuzzy slippers they're my favorite part

[darkwood-sleddog]

i really gotta wonder what goes through the heads of people that are adopt don't shop EXCEPT when it comes to service dogs. as if this somehow makes them noble? as if service dog users are the only people in the world that deserve dogs with stable temperaments or dogs that are bred with thought towards their health and structure? it's a really bizarre way of thinking that really, to me, harkens to the ARAs that are anti sled dogs until it's somebody doing it for fun only or until you mention indigenous people. are you so afraid of looking ignorant for your ill held beliefs? is challenging your currently held beliefs about what's 'morally right' for dogs that uncomfortable?

there are so many other jobs that dogs currently DO for us that require balanced, stable, healthy, purposeful dogs (including companionship!) and on top of all this dogs deserve to exist with thought and care put towards their existence. Dogs do not deserve to only exist if they're random happenstances from backroad strays or somebody's ill conceived backyard litter with zero health testing. dogs deserve responsible breeding just as much as humans deserve to have dogs with responsible breeding. how is this remotely hard to grasp?

[phoenixkaptain]

My favourite part of MDZS is how cool Wei Wuxian is.

Like, we don’t talk enough about how cool he is. He performs Empathy three times. His ability to use a flute is so powerful, the song doesn’t even have to sound good for it to work. He brought a dead guy back to life (kinda sorta).

But especially, I love how Wei Wuxian treats ghosts and corpses! Wei Wuxian just hangs out with corpses, for FUN!! He scares away low-level corpses just by existing! He hears the voices of the dead to the point that he can’t enter a place too full of resentment without getting a headache from the constant chatter.

I also really like the Extra where Wei Wuxian is just like “Well, the ghost will go away when he’s done screaming. I’m not worried about it.” And he just leaves a screaming ghost at some guy’s house so the ghost can move on peacefully (as peacefully as is possible when one moves on by screaming).

I love all of this so much because Wei Wuxian is constantly saying that people have too high of expectations of him. Xue Yang telling him to put Xiao Xingchen’s soul back together is just one example of this. Someone will tell Wei Wuxian to do something and he’ll be like “How powerful do you think I am?!” And it’s like… Wei Wuxian, you spent six hours hanging onto a cursed sword in the Xuanwu’s mouth, you survived three months in the Burial Mounds and then returned to make it into a semi-livable place, you killed at least a thousand people that one time, and you came back from the dead, just to name a few.

Wei Wuxian is so strong. He’s so cool. He is terrifying. He is unstoppable and unflappable if only because he gets over his embarrassment in about fifteen seconds! He just rolls with it! He rolls with anything that happens! He remains Shocked and Apalled by Lan Zhan’s behaviour for all of five minutes before basically going “lol okay”! He told Lan Zhan that he wanted to sleep with him in front of Lan Xichen, Jin Ling, a handful of Jin disciples, and the literal bad guy of the novel!!!

(I’ll never get over that scene. It is so funny.

WWX: “I need to say something, it can’t wait.”

JGY: “Then just say it right now as you are.” (Referring to the fact that Wei Wuxian has a wire wrapped around his throat that can kill him in seconds)

WWX: “Good point! Lan Zhan, we should’ve fucked.”

This scene is so fucking funny, I will absolutely never get over it)

I love powerful protagonists and honestly, Wei Wuxian is at the top of the list when it comes to overpowered protagonists. The only thing that phases him is dogs, and even then, he himself admits that he can get used to their presence as long as they aren’t barking.

TLDR: Wei Wuxian is so powerful and I totally get why Lan Zhan fell for him.

[beatcroc]

there's no way the bathroom at peppino's pizza is actually that big but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . hey ummm anyway.... i care them...... anyway there's a lil ramble on my take on fake pep's like psyche or whatever in tags on the og post if ur into that kinda thing :y

hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino]<- u are here [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]

[knuckleblaster]

less art of Gabriel with washboard abs and more art of Gabriel built like Gianni please

[crunchycat6]

hiiii i come bearing some art of @neuro-toxinnn 's pizza dragons because i am in love with these critters oh my goodness

[hyperfixationstation1]

90% of Les Amis have never worked a customer service job like no wonder they’re “for the people” send post

[lunalikestowriteanddraw]

Me, a fool: im gonna use Torbek for the “Used as bait” prompt :)

Episode 22: *Torbek makes/is the subject to a fucking “Master Baiter” joke*

Me:

Me: I am no longer using Torbek for this prompt

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing based on the film Final Destination. There's a large dark blue silhouette of Alex Browning with his shoulders slouching and his head tilted slightly. A few of his features are defined with a faded yellow, but for the most part the details are obscured. In front of him, there's Flight 180's plane plummeting down, drawn in a light blue. Smoke and fire and explosions cascade off of it, dominating the left side of the piece. This is coloured in very warm tones, with the flames being quite bold. The background is a dark blue, though lighter than the silhouett of Alex.]

Inktober - Day 4 (Dodge)

Movie - Final Destination (James Wong, 2000)

[izzystizzys]

Die Alone: The Coruscant Guard Christmas Special

All‘s calm and quiet on Coruscant, for once - the Senate‘s either gone home to celebrate the universally beloved Xeshmas with their closest, or is attending the annual festive bash at the Spakatomi Splaza buildings, sponsored by Chandrila. At 79’s, a horde of merry Commanders get together to bask in the Xeshmas spirit (red, green and white shots) and celebrate another year survived. But wait, Bacara groans into someone’s boots only thirty minute into their jolly bash, where the kriff is Fox? Ignored the invite again?

A strange feeling comes over Cody. He spent the entire day brooding, telling everyone who would listen that he has the strangest sensation of having forgotten something important and being told it can’t be that important if he’s forgotten it (Wooley) or to quit being such a partypooper (Rex). Now, it dawns on him.

He never sent that comm to Fox.

To be entirely fair, Fox probably couldn’t have attended either way - stuck as he is as the singular vod on babysitting shift at the empty Senate building. Still, it would’ve been nice to at least hear from some of the others, considering he saw them all loiter towards the clubbing district on security cams anyways. Now, here he sits and gathers dust - as a glorified secretary while his brothers are off partying or on security detail at Spakatomi Splaza.

Fox heaves a deep sigh and traces expletives in the thin film of dust on the reception desk. One positive of this whole thing - for once, he’s safe from being accosted and having slurs thrown at him by uppity senate staff, or, Force forbid, being called on a special mission by the Chancellor. He’s safely in his Nubian mansion by now, thank the Galaxy.

Thire and Ballsy are heading the party security, which, most ridiculous kriffing thing he’s had to assign troopers to in a long time. He would’ve doomed himself to it, but the Chancellor specially requested he man the desks and empty Senate. Fox is, after all, the best of the best.

Kriffing Xeshmas parties. Mothma, who’s usually capable of critical thought, specially requested they be in softshell for this assignment - to make their guests feel more comfortable and off the clock, she told Fox with a completely straight face.

Imagine that. Off the clock. Hah.

Fox is so busy watching the imaginary off-time he’s only heard of in dreams that he doesn’t even register the sudden plunge into darkness, until he starts to blink and his brain slowly comes back online.

Well, kriff.

With a heavy, internalized eyeroll, he flicks at his vambrace. Nothing. Taps for the light-controls. Nothing. Pokes at the screens of various pads.

Nothing.

…double-kriff.

With a much more external sigh, Fox heaves himself to his feet and attempts to manually flick on his helmet lights, only to grunt out a string of curses when he realizes they shorted out along with everything else. He gropes at his belt and -

Yup, magpack on the blaster too. Great.

Fox trudges through the empty, darkened corridors with all the enthusiasm of the world’s saddest glorified customer service worker, mentally cursing all the great forces at work to create this extraordinarly shit day for him.

Mothma for throwing stupid kriffing Xeshmas parties and requesting an unreasonable amount of softshell (!) Guard for it.

Palpatine for ordering him to babysit the Galaxy’s center of operations alone.

Cody and all the rest of them for not even kriffing pretending to invite him to anything anymore.

This stupid kriffing generator for deciding to kick it at the worst possible moment, and whoever was stupid enough to make the whole Senate power grid and comm access dependent on one single kriffing -

Fox freezes, all at once.

Voices. Plural. Outside.

Slowly, Fox creeps towards the slide doors leading outside. He pries them open gently, careful not to allow for a single creak or slip that could give him away. It’s more likely to be nothing than anything, but -

“ - enter from the trash chute, while Bossk takes the staff entrance on the other side and cover more ground that way. Bane, you will screw off the vent covers through the third floor exit and -“

“I know what I’m doing”, a deep, gravelly voice interrupts that sends shivers down Fox’ spine. He’d hoped he’d never have to encounter it outside a criminal court recording again - triple kriff. “I don’t need your lectures, Sing.”

“Touchy today, are we?”, Aurra Sing says, snidely, and it begins to dawn on Fox exactly how kriffed he really is. “Relax, Bane. We know what we’re doing. The Chancellor’s treasury doesn’t stand a chance in Sith-hell.”

A low, vibrating hiss answers her, trembling with laughter. Fox has to force himself to hold his breath to keep in the expletives that want to slip free, hands cold and clammy in his gloves.

“Alright, everyone on position. We wait an hour for the commotion to really get started over at Spakatomi, and then -“

Deciding he’s heard enough, Fox carefully shifts the sliding doors back closed and inches back through the hallways with his heart hammering in his chest. Kriff, kriff and double-kriff this stupid kriffing holiday - first thing he’s doing when he gets out of this alive is outlaw the very idea of Xeshmas for all acting GAR personnel, and then he’s going to shove a Nabooian fir-tree up the ass of Jango Fett’s kriffing ghost, because somehow, this too is his fault. Fox just knows it.

First, though, he’ll have to keep three of the Galaxy’s most infamous and deadly bounty hunters from stealing Republic secrets and treasures on his own.

(Somewhere, among the debris-littered ring of planetary satellites, a string of increasingly desperate comms waits to go through:

CC-4477: FOX

CC-4477: FOX HELP

CC-4477: FOOOOOOOX

CC-4477: THERE ARE SEPPIE TERRORISTS IN THE LOBBY THEY ARE BEATING UP ORGANA

CC-4477: I AMN HIDNG I TOLET

CC-4477: Sorry for that, Commander. The situation is back under control - I have acquired a bomb. I‘m sure you‘re right outside with the others setting up a perimeter - I‘ll keep the hostages safe, ori‘vod! :) -Thire)

[kate-bot]

my “toxic”? trait is whenever i fixate on something my immediate reaction is to take myself to the pottery painting place near my house and paint it on a plate or a mug or a coaster. literally all of the plates in my house are like this

[slowmo-yo-yo]

Thinking about Chuckies speech at the end of the movie where Chuckie tells Will to leave and that he’s better off in California and Chuckie says “I don’t know much but I know that”. Something about chuckie accepting the fact that he’ll never be able to compete with wills intelligence and he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. Meanwhile there’s Will, who advocates for Chuckies intellect almost every day and believes whole heartedly that he’s also a genius despite what everyone else says. Like he may not be a mathematical genius or know how to solve math equations the size of his torso but hes so selfless and empathetic and has a stellar way of articulating his emotions when he’s called upon and it just blows wills mind. And NO ONE sees it but him.

Like we know Chuckies a great story teller and an unapologetic loud mouth but underneath it all he’s got this bleeding heart that has kept Will safe his entire life (maybe maybe not stealing that line from one of my fav fics wink wink). Saving him from every close call with his foster father, bandaging every cut and icing every bruise, wrapping him in his own clothes and blankets and offering him a place in his bed until he was an old enough to move out on his own. He’s never not looked out for Will. That same empathy that helped feed him and keep him warm has always amazed Will. There are some days where Will cant believe how lucky he was ending up with a guy like chuckie, someone who can see straight through him and love the gross messy parts of Will that he believed couldn’t be loved. His kindness and his sincerity are seen in every little thing he does when you’re actually paying close attention and his selflessness and unconditional love for all that Will is will always be more impressive then any math proof on the planet.

And sometimes Will has enough of people reducing Chuckie to just some nobody because he’s seen this side of Chuckie that’s so well rounded, so warm, so intelligent, and people have to gaul to compare the two of them and call him an idiot when Will knows the truth. And Chuckies not bothered by it either, because that’s the box he’s been put in all his life, meanwhile Will is beyond insulted on behalf of Chuckie because he KNOWS Chuckies one of a kind and a genius in his own right.

I can picture some of the upper crust Harvard staff reducing Chuckie to the blue collar all braun no brains stereotype and asking him shit like “what do you see in that guy” and you can see Will physically seething because where the fuck do you get off insulting him like that in front of someone who would lay his life down in an instant to protect him. Someone who’s so deeply infatuated with him and his brain and how his mind works. Someone who’s so in love with him that he considers every part of Chuckie to be worth studying. It’s almost a shame that other people can’t witness Chuckie for Chuckie but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He takes pride in the fact that he gets to see this side of chuckie no one else sees, and that he gets to keep it forever.

[panaceatthedisco]

I think my favorite thing about the dead boy detectives is that while these boys are absolutely running from Death, she sure as hell ain't chasing them

[lifemod17]

I have still not moved on from this. Therapy happened for Andrew, the interviewer, and me.

I'm still processing all of *gestures broadly in the general direction of the video* THAT