#Evil cousins
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lil-space-king · 2 years ago
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The difference between jam and barbecue sauce is devious
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gameguy20100 · 2 years ago
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(about Jeanette) Imagine one of Marinette's friends jokingly calling London "City of Awful Cousins" after they find that Marinette also (alongside Adrien) has awful cousin that lives there
Mind is I use my OC for this? It'll be funny.
Dustin: So first Felix, now bitchy pigtails? Is London just cursed to be a breeding ground of evil cousins?
Adrien: Aren't you from London?
Marinette: Wait, do you have a cousin?
Dustin: No, My Uncle never had kids.
Alya: If he does have a child I'm calling an exorcist!
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skepsiss · 7 months ago
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Eddie would show Steve real music this, Eddie shows Steve the wonders of Lord of the Rings that----I get it. But have you considered....... Steve gets Eddie into those ridiculous, smutty romance novels? The ones that even if they're bad, they're good. Have you considered Steve getting Eddie into the Indy 500? NASCAR? What about cooking shows? Cheesy soap operas where Steve literally knows every insane storyline by memory? WHAT ABOUT EDDIE GETTING INTO STEVE'S INTERESTS???
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tiddygame · 1 month ago
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Simon started his sleeve well before he became Ghost.
It started when Joseph was about 3 1/2 and Simon got a nasty scar on his arm that made the poor kid upset every time he saw it. Joseph knew that it didn’t still hurt, but for him it was a reminder that is uncle was always in danger. It scared the kid to think about what caused it, even though Simon assured him that he was okay.
So after a brief discussion with Beth and Tommy, he figured he’d get a tattoo to cover it up. A sleeve would be expensive, but if it meant Joseph didn’t cry every time he saw the scar on his uncle's arm, it would be worth it.
It took some looking around for an artist that was willing to tattoo scar tissue and one that he trusted, but it wasn’t long before he was scheduling a consult.
Then he realized he had no fucking idea what he wanted to get tattooed.
He felt like getting a flaming skull or half naked lady permanently etched into his skin would defeat the purpose and he most certainly was not going to get something in a language he didn’t speak.
His mom jokingly suggested that he could get a floral sleeve and cover his arm in flowers.
And, well, it was close enough to a dare that he couldn’t turn it down so a few weeks later, he’s got his appointment set up to turn his arm into a garden.
He has quite a few types of flowers in there (some that his mom loves, some that Beth and Tommy had at their wedding, etc. etc.) with vines and leaves to fill in the gaps
The appointments are quite far apart with his deployment, Simon didn’t want to deal with a healing tattoo in the field. They started at the scar, covering it up and then expanding from there.
Joseph loves the flowers.
He was always so excited when Simon let him fill them in like his arm was a coloring book, even if he still struggled to stay in the lines.
He used to cry every time Simon left and it would break his heart, but now Joseph demanded that his uncle return as fast as he could so he could go back to coloring his arm and talking about sharks.
Joseph loved the flowers.
It took a while for him to go back.
There was no reason to, not anymore. He had more scars, but there wasn’t anyone he had to hide them from.
The tattoo was left unfinished for a long time, only part of his forearm was done.
Ghost didn’t care. He wore long sleeves even in weather warm enough to cause heatstroke; he couldn’t look at it.
When he did, he didn’t see an unfinished tattoo, he saw his nephew. Saw him looking up at his uncle with big brown eyes, begging Simon to carry him. Saw him sleeping under the Christmas tree.
Eventually he returned. He requested a slight change to the design and showed the artist a photo of four headstones and the bouquets that accompanied them
(There was a fifth, partially out of frame and cut off, vase empty)
The artist nodded and got to work.
In the new sketch, a few new flowers were added, but the first thing Ghost noticed were the four little garter snakes that had been weaved through the petals.
Ghost nodded and that was that.
Every now and then a rookie would see it and start to laugh, but when they remembered the reputation of the man they were laughing at, it was quickly cut off with hasty (and futile) apologies. (They were still going to end up running laps until they vomited up their lungs.)
It was rare that he was exposed enough for people to see the tattoo and from a distance, it just looked like a simple sleeve. It wasn’t long before his little garden became a lesser known rumor that followed him around and joined the other whispers.
Ghost didn’t care. He didn’t get the tattoo for himself or any prying eyes. From the moment he booked the consultation to leaving the parlor with his sleeve complete, it was all for Joseph.
The rookies could spread whatever rumors they want, his nephew would have loved it and that’s all he wanted.
The first time Soap got a proper look, he just stared at it for a while before going off on a story about when he was little and picked up a snake thinking it was a stick.
From anyone else, it would have felt like that were trying to change the subject so they didn’t have to acknowledge that The Ghost had such a “feminine” tattoo.
From Soap, it was comforting in an odd way. It was obvious that Soap wanted a better look at it, but he never pushed Ghost. Just like the mask, Soap was patient.
Later down the line, it would morph into quiet nights with Johnny tracing the lines and trying to identify each type of flower. He’d look to Simon for any clues but would complain that Simon always looked too love-struck for his facial expression to give any hints on if he was getting close.
Simon didn’t deny these claims but still refused to offer any help.
And even longer after that, Johnny would shakily color in the petals as he tries to regain his fine motor skills.
The markers would often slip out his hands and the shakiness meant he couldn’t stay within the lines, but the fact that he was there at a all, debating which pink to use on the peonies and getting frustrated with himself when he couldn’t get the cap back on, was enough of a miracle that Simon could barely keep himself together as his sleeve regained its color for the first time in years.
When Johnny was done, Simon hugged him with one arm, holding the tatted one up and away so that the new ink wouldn’t smudge.
Eventually, Simon would tell the story of why he got the tattoo, even if Johnny already had a pretty good guess based on the wistful look Simon had when talking about it. He would tell him which ones his mom loved, which ones had been at Beth and Tommy’s wedding, and which ones were just the artist adding some to make it more cohesive.
But for now, they would hold onto each other tightly, neither of them willing to separate. Maybe for some, crying over a box of sharpies wasn’t a happy ending, but Simon didn’t care. He had Johnny in his arms and that was all he could ask for.
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soupinaboot · 5 months ago
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Batman's life must feel like a goddamn soap opera at times.
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evilkaeya · 8 months ago
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THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT KAITO AND SHINICHI ARE COUSINS??
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puppetmaster13u · 10 months ago
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Prompt 195
“Oh. It’s you.” 
The entity that had been summoned practically growled, a cloak like swirling galaxies- or was it swirling galaxies molded into a cloak- shimmering around their form. One pair of arms crossed over a chest where a star pulsed with the heartbeat of universes, alive yet dying as lazarus green eyes glowered down at the league and bats alike. 
“You know you could, fucking call, right?” they whined, aura of terror suddenly broken, unnatural fear torn away and leaving all of them wrong-footed and confused.
Well, apparently all of them except for Ras, who had an honest to fuck grin on his face, one that looks almost carefree, if a little feral. Nope. No thanks. Not this timeline-
“But phones didn’t exist last we spoke, ya ‘amar.” 
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blatantprinterpropaganda · 1 month ago
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ai-oon's current search history like. "am i gay" "am i gay quiz" "universal design initiatives bangkok" "how to tell a beautiful smart attractive interesting clever rich woman who kissed you that your twin sister who she thinks is you and who she is actually dating in fact ditched her when she went blind to get married to a man but then your sister fell into a coma on the same day she asked you to break up with this woman who is too good for both of you and whose heart you don't want to break and who you may be 50% in love with already" "what if it's 75% actually" "how to stop thinking about lesbian sex" "how to get rid of a cockroach without touching it or looking at it or thinking about it" "is it gay to forget there's a cockroach in the room because you're so busy thinking about lesbian sex"
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telemna-hyelle · 2 months ago
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In the annals of the kingdom of Burgaria, their ancient King stands out as a noble figure, wise and good, defending the nation with courage and righteousness.
But the Children of Donald tell a different tale, a tale of a thief in the night, stealing the very sustenance of the kingdom, their cherished heirloom recipes, and laughing in triumph as he departs.
Which version is true? Who can say? History is written by the victor, but there is no victor here, only endless war.
tl;dr i think the burger king and the hamburglar are the same person with vastly different cultural interpretations
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shivroy · 7 months ago
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waystar royco employee stress relief
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lilithofpenandbook · 4 months ago
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Seriously how can M*r*uders stans like random Slytherins (who tf are Evan Rosier, Pandora (is that Luna's mum and why tf is she Evan Rosier's twin in half of these), and I don't even want to discuss Regulus) and make them Actually Misunderstood Good People Who Were Forced Down That Path when at least one of them *coughreguluscough* was obsessed with Voldemort
And then turn around and make Snape an awful person?
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raz0rvampire · 4 months ago
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As a mexican american myself, i believe chris shouldve been a beautiful brown boy 💔
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chocostrwberry · 6 months ago
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Okay, who is Chloé's mom? I wrote a fic where she had a different mom too, and I am curious.
Probably another actress/coworker! Her father and Audrey paid the woman to keep quiet. They even faked Audrey’s pregnancy so the press wouldn’t find out about the affair, but Audrey had despised Chloe ever since, and even had Zoe when she travelled to the United States as revenge towards the mayor.
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nshtn · 2 months ago
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top 10 images that man can't explain 1
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dazeddoodles · 6 months ago
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I have a headcannon that Caduceia is Raine’s transphobic cousine who keeps deadnaming and missgendering them. Eda once had an unpleasant run inn with her while she was dating Raine.
I was about to question if she would be transphobic when she herself dresses masc.
But then I remembered she's supposed supposed to be a toxic doctor character. And also there are terfs who dress like that.
So maybe she would keep bringing up "biology" in a matter a of fact way. (She'd be the doctor that asks fat people if they tried losing wait when that has nothing to do with the issue)
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xielianlover2 · 7 months ago
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