#I’m about to cave

[thatotherman001]

The urge to draw marbles in her red dress is strong my friends

[smol-stardust]

I need to stop being such a sucker for hats and hat chains.

[waywardstation]

POKEMON MASTERS WHEN I GET YOU

[0vergrowngraveyard]

gift for @myymi 🩵

(the fic: rainstorm)

[vinelark]

i don’t remember if i ever shared this here, but a while ago i posted a little twitter thread about bats and gas station snacks and some very talented podficcers made a podfic of it! 🎧

[podfic] Jersey Vigilantes Don't Pump Gas by isweedan & reena_jenkins

original thread (text under the cut):

nested tweet reading: ever since i learned gotham is supposed to be in new jersey i can’t get this concept out of my head: [a badly drawn bumper sticker that says “jersey vigilantes don’t pump gas”] / quote tweet reading: the batmobile can’t just slip in and out of a gas station unnoticed. an employee HAS to go fill up the tank. meanwhile the tired night shift cashier knows the various robin eras because they come in to buy different snacks as time goes on.

one night while the manager is out filling *the literal batmobile* the cashier blinks and comes face to face with a child in a leotard and green boots, buying a pack of twizzlers. “thanks!” the first robin calls, somehow vaulting over two rows of shelves on his way out the door.

years later, after a stretch of quiet weeks, a new, curly-haired robin comes in and grabs a bag of flamin hot pepper puffs. the cashier doesn’t even think robin 2 actually likes them, but he looks really satisfied with himself every time he drops them on the counter.

(even after the second robin abruptly stops coming in, the cashier keeps slipping flamin hot pepper puffs onto their order list. no one else ever buys them, but it just—feels like the thing to do, somehow.)

a stretch of months without a robin, oddly tense. then the third robin appears, even smaller than the first two. he slips inside and buys a cup of black coffee and drains it in one go right at the coffee station, nervously eyeing the door like he’s afraid he’ll be caught.

the fourth robin, when she shows up, makes a beeline for the protein bars. finally, the cashier thinks, someone remotely sensible for this line of work. (though maybe not sensible enough—or maybe TOO sensible—because small caffeine robin is back a few months later.)

the fifth robin, when he first appears, approaches the counter. “you will direct me to the best snacks new jersey has to offer,” he tells the cashier.

“uh,” the cashier says. “i like sour patch kids, myself.”

robin 5 nods. “i will take a bag of sour patch children.”

(one night, not much later, red hood strolls through the door. the cashier has lived in gotham for over a decade now; they barely blink, even when nightwing bounds in after him.

“oh, shit, flamin hot pepper puffs,” red hood says. “i haven’t had these in ages.”

“aw, come on,” nightwing says, already holding a pack of twizzlers. “no one else can stand those.”

“why do you think i got them in the first place, dickhead?” red hood says. “to fend off new jersey’s number one snack thief.” and he buys buys every bag in stock.)

[ato-dato]

I return to you with one piece fanart, sire.

[doctorsiren]

gives them hands so they can hold them and also wheatley is there too

[neilperryismine]

something that i find so haunting about dps is that in every scene neil is so jumpy, he just can’t keep still — he’s either constantly jittering about, tapping his foot/moving his leg, and not keeping eye contact too long — and by the end, as he walks to his fathers office and then sits there, he’s completely still, completely resigned to his fate. it’s so clear that neil isn’t there anymore, we’re just watching a shell of a person who’s long gone.

[bloumiiss]

“The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upward to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood.”

“But they cradled me, yes?”

I got really into the theory of the apple (from that one image from the beast yeast chapter 7/8 leaks) being the fruit of knowledge. And I thought, what if Pure Vanilla takes a bite out of it? (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

So here’s an artwork where Pure Vanilla is slowly going insane after taking a bite, and all Shadow Milk can do is hold him as he succumbs to the same insanity that claimed him so long ago. Fun stuff, am I right? ((o(^∇^)o))

[alibeehaw]

“Dear Edward…”

[forgetmenautical]

blade!!!!!!!!

[recareels]

it is literally so flippin cold out this morning (like cold enough for me to see lil clouds of my breath!!!) and literally all i can think of is reca dressing you up all warm n cozy in a faux fur coat + a knitted beanie and matching knitted mittens, pulling the brim of the hat down to make sure it’s covering your ears and then fastidiously tucking each mitten into the sleeves of your coat and going ‘there :) now Daddy’s little starlet is all snug and safe from the cold :)’

and even though it’s true and you are, you can’t help but pout, holding out your wool-clad hands and going ‘but Daddy, my fingers are still cold’ just so he’ll sandwich your hands between his always-toasty palms with a little knowing smirk and lidded eyes, kneading them slow and purposeful with a ‘of course they are, baby’

[starryluminary]

Hear me out

[daily-grian]

grian with da rainbow pencil #ptide

[divkazkdovikde]

you know what absolutely doesn’t make sense in the marauders fandom and yet you all people ran with it? moony toast. you know the one, where he cuts it in four pieces and has every piece with different topping? lovely, yes absolutely. i know. BUT WHY HAVE I NOT SEEN A ONE SINGLE OBJECTION ON HOW FUCKING UNREAL THAT IS? like you’re telling me, that one single fucking toast was enough of a breakfast for him? FOR A FUCKING TEENAGER IN DEVELOPMENT?!?!?! FOR A WEREWOLF?!?!?! YOU’RE TELLING ME, THAT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU FAKE ASS BITCHES I’VE SEEN TO POST HERE HOW YOU’RE HAVING A MOONY TOAST, THAT IT WAS ENOUGH FOR YOU?!?!?! nahhh, na-ahh, i’d bet all my money, you had to make at least another three toasts like this for it to be enough. like i dunno what kind of fucking toast bread are you guys buying or you think the elves were making, but the toast in a real world is the least hunger-full-fucking-filling (or something like that i dunno english fuck me) piece of a fucking bread you can buy. i have to have at least four toasts to not be hungry again in an hour. more realistic would be, if he’d just have the four toasts and every with different topping. that, would make sense.

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

Do you think that when Katniss and Peeta are growing back together, and on days and nights where they’re particularly struggling, they build a fort inside their home while the rain pours outside and they pretend like they’re back in their cave, huddled up and safe, eating lamb stew and trying to make the other smile and laugh?