#Feed The Rats

[gothamitee]

What will you be tonight? That’s the question

[xitsensunmoon]

Wanted to draw a more realistic version of bhtf boys but kinda went a bit overboard with lighting and don't have enough energy to correct it anymore fjahjdjd oh well. Maybe another time.

I simplify their designs a lot, as I just don't really have energy to draw this much detail at all times so it might be a bit of a surprise just how neglected they look in reality lmao.

But their clothes would be constantly stained in blood and mud.(Which I unfortunately forgot to include with sun oops) Heavily patched and look very messy, like it was made by a child. Nothing about their looks would signal anything but unfriendliness, even Moon's fur somehow looks unusually spiky, clogged with dried blood and debris. It's very unpleasant to the touch when you meet them the first time. The blood on their clothes is all shades of red: faded, dry and fresh. They'd smell very distinctively of death. Rot, metal and blood. Until the first laundry day, that is.

[senorboombastic]

Live Review: Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs at O2 Ritz in Manchester 30 September 2023

Words: Andy Hughes It seems like only yesterday that we were packed into the Star and Garter in Manchester to watch this relatively new band with a funny name creating a proper racket to a rapt crowd. Well, they were relatively new to us at least, but at that point we were catching Geordie lot Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs on their ascent. Darlings of BBC 6 Music (favoured by the one and…

[phebess]

its the way the lnfour admin new EXACTLY what they were doing posting this. don't feed the rats, admin, we will colonize and take over!!!

THE WAY LANDO LOOKS AT CARLOS JFFUZKDGJDGUZGGK SHUT UP

[salethe2]

Blitzo catching rats for Stolas has to be one of the cutest, funniest things ever.

[omuricebreakfast]

Good Morning Tumblr

I present to you My newest Kinito headcanon once he's released from the confines of his webworld prison:

[rat-detector-24]

Some cheese for you rat. Rat detected.

Squeek squeek squeek (I love you) :D

- @aki-babes

Squeak Squeak. Squeak... Squeak Squeak? Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak.

(Translation: I'm hungry. But... thank you? I don't know how to respond.)

[restlesskeychains]

*places toy dinosaur and go fish card on table* may we have some ody and athena art in these trying times? (Love your art btw)

*slips toy dinosaur and go fish card into pocket*

[saintundying]

we could write novels about the weirdness of armand and daniel’s dubai dynamic and yet we still have to sit here for 2 years going “which could mean nothing”

[lefttoesucker]

Rugged old men, my beloved <3

[brewed-pangolin]

A million thank you's to the amazing @temeyes for bringing the enthusiastic menace that is Gym Rat Soap to life.

I can not begin to tell you how much I'm in absolute LOVE with this depiction of him.

I may let loose some very (VERY) NSFW Gym Rat Soap imagines/drabbles that embody Soap MacTavish from the game. But before he graces your screens and steals the spotlight of my inspiration, this is how he appears in my head.

Bouncing around like a madman while I'm trying to maintain some semblance of sanity.

And now he will forever be my snicker (attention) needing gremlin. Powerlifiting his way through the walls of my subconscious until I finally feed him and let him loose onto the unsuspecting Soap Squad.

So much love to you, Tim! 💛

[sssarrrra]

𝗗𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗲𝘃𝘀𝗸𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁

Fyodor sees himself as hollow. The only thing that should fullfill him is faith, God, future visions. And yet, his mind, his flesh desires more than this.

Still, Fyodor doesn't see himself as an individual, but rather an instrument for Heaven's will.

Dostoevsky barely has any personal preferences and hides them well. The only consistent drive he is open about is a desire to be around beauty: classical music, delectable food, gorgeous people.

As if being around perfect and good-looking stuff can clench Fyodor's self-disgust.

Every time Dostoevsky is lavished with nice things, he feels like a rat, crawling into a royal palace. He doesn't deserve any of that. Not after everything that happened.

And yet, his little heart can't help but tremble every time someone gifts him an earthly pleasure: good wine, sweet tea, a peaceful atmosphere; people tending to him, surrounding him with all the comfort he needs. Fyodor can get addicted to it easily. But it never lasts.

There is a part deep inside of him that never relaxes, never gives into safety. Maybe, it's the part that ultimately broken or the one that belongs to God. It's restless and unstoppable.

Every time it wakes up, Fyodor's compulsion to save destroy the world takes over. Something triggers Dostoevsky, reminds him of his ability and he is back on his feet, searching for a way to fix everything.

Fyodor can never enjoy a good life for long enough. Every time he does, his drive drags him back into sewers,

where memories of peace

can only haunt him.

[merry-fagoland]

is he about to fucking poison me

[sillydsafgoblin]

Jerry doodle because I'm a Jerry fan

[lunarharp]

post that reads like a mood swing

[wickjump]

if horror had a had a remy (rat chef) would it live in his empty eye socket