#I’m definitely correct

[autumn-opossum]

My theory for why Dr Hemlock’s hand is always hurting is that he’s a beginner crocheter who hasn’t learned how to properly hold his tension yet. The glove is a compression glove

[noodlebox-bird]

the gang innocently murders lavi

thank u @metiredlr for the insp ✨

[thwackk]

i realized im never gonna color these ever i might as well post them, YALL FW BUTCH ZORO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[blaithnne]

I like how I gave Frida two flags when she only needed one, meanwhile David has to squish both flags together. To be fair, it’s just like Frida to be incredibly organised and bring multiple back up flags, and for David to panic and not do that.

[loz-the-noob]

Because I’m playing dual destinies and I miss Ema Skye with my whole heart, please take this WIP list of Silly Goofy Things Ema Has Done throughout the games I’ve played. Feel free to add to it if you think of anything I’ve missed.

Things Ema Skye has Done

Threatened to spray potentially hazardous (?) chemicals on a child

Unwittingly convinced everyone she was a crack addict

Sung a song in a court of law with very little persuasion  

Openly admitted that she intended to commit tax evasion. To a lawyer.

Accused a blind orphan of murder with a 45. caliber revolver 

Cried because she couldn’t push something over

Essentially received a bonus in the form of snacks and was completely fine with this

Apologised to a trash can 

Bullied Apollo into buying tea for her from an overpriced vending machine

Somehow confused the words “pickle” and “sausage” in the context of a well-known phrase. 

Inexplicably physically morphed into the Prosecution’s imprisoned brother briefly during a trial. This is never addressed. 

Said ‘Ah’ AT LEAST 12 times in Apollo Justice. I’m pretty sure I missed some 

“Eh heh heh, you want to know about my tool do you?”

Signs legal documents with a little heart next to her name

Was placed on security for a major venue with literally no means of communication with backup?? She had to physically go and get people. This is not her fault.

She has been set on fire. This was also not her fault.

She’s canonically very clumsy. Allegedly breaks bulbs all the time. Did I mention I love her.

Momentarily considered going on a destructive rampage at a concert she was supposed to be security for.

Very nearly let a 15 year old girl convince her to eat potential evidence at a crime scene.

I’m 90% sure her footwear is a health and safety risk

[kierancaz]

Balin always showing up to exposition dump about Thorin while Thorin is standing like a few feet away staring dramatically off into the distance will never not be funny to me

[mylittleredgirl]

depression is genuinely so fucking stupid. at least being insane is interesting.

[gr8ntaire]

having ur dad get u into f1 is a conundrum sometimes. Like no I don’t want a middle aged man to cut n dry recap the Lewis Hamilton and Nico Rosberg rivalry I need a gay person in their twenties full of a flair for the dramatic to do it otherwise it’s not the same.

[sillywebz]

hey when is it xions turn to skateboard??

[lady-harrowhark]

Blue eyes… limpid… ???

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Hi my name is Cytherea “Dulcinea Septimus” Loveday and I have silky chestnut ringlets (that’s how I got my fake identity) that have been painstakingly curled to spread out over my shoulders and blue eyes that appear a limpid moonless purple and a lot of people tell me I look like the Duchess of Rhodes (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!).

[diamonds-at-y11]

ATSV thought I found in my notes app from like a year ago

Across the spiderverse spoilers obvi it came out a whole year ago THE MAIN MESSAGE OF MOST OF THE SPIDER-MAN MOVIES IS “WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY.” BUT MIGUELS ENTIRE THING WITH “”CANON EVENTS”” IS THAT THEY MUST HAPPEN AND THEREFORE YOU MUST LET PEOPLE DIE INSTEAD OF SAVING THEM EVEN IF YOU CAN (eg miles successfully saving the police captain in mumbattan after Gwen tries to stop him). But the entire thing with great power=great responsibility is that if you have the option to help others/save others then it is wrong for you not to try. MIGUEL IS LITERALLY GOING AGAINST THE MAIN CORE OF WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SPIDER-MAN BY ENFORCING THAT SOME PEOPLE ARE REQUIRED TO DIE EVEN IF THERE IS A WAY YOU CAN SAVE THEM

Like Miles literally asks Peter B “what about uncle Ben? Would that have been ok? If you knew and you just let it happen?” LIKE THE ENTIRE POINT OF UNCLE BENS DEATH WAS THAT HE JUST LET IT HAPPEN INSTEAD OF DOING SOMETHING. THE ENTIRE POINT IS HE COULD HAVE SAVED UNCLE BEN. THAT WAS THE PROBLEM. BUT MIGUEL SEES IT AS THE SOLUTION. PETER B STARES IT RIGHT IN THE FACE AND DOESNT SEE THE ISSUE????

[all54321]

Wildcards!

Session 4 time! For some fun, I decided to add a death count for just the wildcard. Just to see how deadly each one is. The death count will be delayed a bit to figure out how many deaths are wildcard caused. It’s also under the cut for added spoiler protection.

Session 1: Shifting shrinks you, jumping grows you.

Session 2: Constant Hunger III. You can eat everything, but food restores no hunger (instead increasing the hunger effect to 8), and each item gives a different effect. It changed twice more during the session.

Session 3: The Immortal Snail. Everyone has an immortal snail that chases them down, it can mine, fly, teleport, and it speeds up when further away. Nothing can stop it. (It can also rebound TNT, and it drowns the player if it is drowning itself).

Session 4: Time starts moving extremely slowly then speeds up over the session to being extremely fast.

Session 1: 1 death

Session 2: 6 Deaths + 1 Assist

Session 3: 27 Deaths

Session 4: 0 Deaths

[darling-im-wonderstruck]

one thing about me is that if you’re a mutual who is actively in a fandom i am not part of, i am silently cheering you on and agreeing with each and every one of those headcannons and takes you have

[keef-a-corn]

HEAR ME OUT-

THIS MECH

THIS SONG

ABOUT THIS MECH

I WILL ALSO ACCEPT KNOCKOUT SINGING THIS ABOUT BREAKDOWN

[secondstar-acorn]

the implication that beelzebub did a miracle so that the fly would be immortal for gabriel is genuinely so fucking sweet

[collectivecloseness]

Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Reader

Eddie got into the nearly nonexistent line, hours before the show he’d saved up for so long for, the sidewalk behind the black rope soon to be filled with your adoring fans, who’ll wait for you to enter the stadium, hoping for autographs. You were so kind, Eddie knew, that you’d give some lucky people your presence! Or the ones who were good attention grabbers, and oh was Eddie skilled at that! Easily he made his way to the front, and he stayed there after being one of the first in the row, and through intimidating the many people who tried to barge in front of him. Body firm as he held tight to the rope, and stuck in place.

Until you came out of your car. Eddie’s body went through a rush then, every cell in him firing up and making his body soar, as he became just another part of the cacophony of screams, jumping up and down in place while you headed down the line to the stage doors, waving at everyone who screamed your name.

He couldn’t believe he was seeing you again! He’d seen you a bunch of times, but he’d never gotten this close! You were so... amazing, this close up, and not just on a poster or record art. This was you, in all your glory, pumped before a show with that intense surge he knew all too well from his smaller gigs. And Eddie was not only starstruck, but lovesick...

You signed two people’s books, who were closer to your car, before you reached Eddie. His smile beaming as he realised you were stopping! And then you took off your shades, just to smile and look into his eyes. Just for him. His mouth dropped open.

“Hey! I think I saw you this morning, outside of Brent St? I recognised your hair. It’s soooo pretty on you!” You genuinely compliment him, seeming enthused at his looks. Asking him, like this was just a normal conversation between two warm strangers. And that was Eddie. You remembered him...!

Eddie literally can’t help but cry. Fat tears blocking his vision of his dream girl, so he swipes them quickly away from his face, even as they keep coming. The charm bracelet he made based on titles from your albums, scratching at his cheek. Eddie nodded hard, his voice loud and eager. “You’re right! That was me! I’m Eddie! I’m your biggest fan I- I’ve been to every show!!! Thank you so much! You’re the pretty one!” He hopes that last one was okay, swallowing a lot of spit as it blurts out. After he tried to cram every thought into his small one on one time with you. Nervous, but you making him higher than any drug in his stash back home would do to him.

But you keep smiling at him, and his breath stops, as you lean over, and so tenderly play with his hair. “Don’t put yourself down pretty boy. You’re beautiful Eddie!” Your fingers are still teasing the roots in his hair and Eddie just about melts. It felt so good. Eddie couldn’t remember the last time someone played with his hair, someone touched him like this. And you’re touching him! You! Trying with near pain not to close his eyes from your caress, your petting, because he wanted to watch you holding him so fondly!

You sign the little autograph book Eddie can barely keep a hold of, that’d he’d almost forgotten about, and he’s thanking you over and over, just word vomiting about how he’s been following your music since day one, how much he worships it! Mentioning an underground concert basement he saw you play in, which he sees your body light up at, knowing it was one of your very first professional gigs. While you keep on signing.

But then you take his hands, cooing audibly over his rings, before letting your fingertips play over them, up to his own pads. “These are guitar players hands, right Eddie?”

Eddie nods, eagerly informing you all about the model he plays, knees trembling as you’re holding his hands. His eyes flitting between how beautiful you are this close, and what you’re writing into his skin, as you take the pen cap lid between your dark lipstick, and focus on his hand. He swears he’ll get it tattooed. Whatever it is, as soon as he’s home.

Eddie looks as you finally (unfortunately) let him go. It’s not only your autograph on his skin, but some random word. Fleeting panic bubbles up in Eddie for a second, was he supposed to understand some kind of reference? But you explained straight away, “It’s a password.” You had leant in to whisper, ducking your hand and your mouth under those pretty curls to press your cheek to his ear. Giving you two some privacy. “Give it to a backstage manager before the show. But don’t worry, I’ll still remember you again, like I did today.” When you finally leant back, you winked at Eddie. A few fans behind you screaming into his ears at the display. But almost like only you and Eddie existed, you stroked those gorgeous curls you couldn’t believe you’d only seen today, knowing you wouldn’t forget them now you had been so blessed.

Eddie can barely nod, his hands gently holding onto yours as it starts to softly slip out his grip. His eyes as wide as his lips were thick, mouth on the floor as Eddie watched you slink away. Not taking your affectionate eyes off of his until the final second, where you put your shades back on, and turned around to sign one more picture. Before ultimately waving to everyone, and heading inside. Disappearing from public view, behind heavy doors, and butch security.

Eddie’s puppy eyes could finally leave you, head slowly creaking down to his hand that was just trembling. Especially as he looked and saw the black ink still there. That just really happened... Now Eddie wasn’t running to get to his front row place through the auditorium’s doors. He was running to any stage door, any, so he could obey you. To see why you gave him this password and why you wanted to see him! And so, just like you wanted, he could go follow his star...