#I’m just screaming

[twinksintrees]

everyone shut the fuck up danny motta just said his fursona would be a ferret and i. need to punch something

[thelabryslibrary]

Tamsyn Muir really said Exhume Your Gays and we all grabbed a shovel

[newtennants]

Thinkin about sad ghost thoughts.

When he got back from Roba, he went and lived with his family, healed and had a happy(er) life. I don’t think he wore the mask then, even with all of his scars. So I wonder, like how might his interactions with his family been with that. Like Joseph, kids don’t know any better, did he ask about the scars? Did he make those jarring comments about them like kids do? How did Simon take it.

And then after his family is gone, and he is pronounced dead, was it just like that? Did he immediately begin wearing the mask, I know Shepard wanted him to hide his identity but-

Was it hard to adjust to? Did he feel like he was suffocating? When did he decide to wear the skull mask? What made him fully commit to that persona, and the call sign.

And if he didn’t immediately switch to the mask, what did it?

[naksua]

AOS PT 2 EP 1 thoughts and theories because i’m gonna go bonkers

i’m convinced this isn’t buyeon but yeong simply being brainwashed through amnesia to believe she’s buyeon. i do think that buyeon is still there somehow in some form because she’s able to see energy but JUST AINT NO WAY IS THIS NOT CHO YEONG!!!!!

also like this feels like mudeok / naksu and jang uk banter when they interact. buyeon was more pretentious and sullen imo

idk bro

IDK BRO IM just SO MANY THOUGJTS and from a writing standpoint idek how to go about this

[duchesschameleon]

you ever read a fic that just…you can feel it shifting something inside you? like it has absolutely changed you and is gonna stick with you?

yeah just read one of those - grapefruit mignonette on ao3 by slapshots it’s max verstappen/charles leclerc restaurant!au and it’s absolutely fantastic and I need someone else to read it so I can scream about it with them

[cliopadra]

WE’RE GETTING A SEASON THREE!!!???!!!

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Movie William Afton was born to be a killer..

[unvsannvs]

Okay and who allowed the music coordinators to pull a fast one on us again

[fumifooms]

Omg guys he just genuinely likes bugs and mollusks and critters 😭💘💔 Forced to noble when he just wanna crouch and watch things skitter in the dirt…

[bathroom-sand]

paramount and spyglass are trying so hard right now to save face because jenna ortega rightfully left the scream franchise after they fired melissa for supprting palestine. nobody is dumb enough to believe the excuse that it’s a scheduling conflict hours after rumors she was trying to get out of her contract cause she was pissed. i’m very thankful that jenna is risking her career and using her position to do the right thing. she’s been outspoken about palestine for years now. i hope this begins a trend of zionist losing money for their support and complacency with an active genocide

[tellmewy]

Not to be NSFW, but I would like just one kiss.

[amnestyliketaz]

in honor of the nimona movie (it’s so good i’m gonna scream and cry for the next million years) i must share my favorite nimona art ever

drawn by ND stevenson ofc and posted on twitter a few years ago i believe

do i even have to SAY anything? the shark, it’s not rocket surgery, baby nimona, the DOMESTICITY of it all im gonna explode

UPDATE!!!! GAY DADS AU THREAD https://twitter.com/gingerhazing/status/1676058949504892928?s=46

[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

“me & bae” “me & my bf” “me & my gf”

me & my unquenchable need to be loved, even though i’ve failed in finding a man that loves me

[thatsfrickenace]

[thejeangreysummers]

boxer au simon “ghost” riley

⁃ everyone is exiting a kickboxing class you show up doe eyed with your little matching set and a bag the same color. simon immediately crosses the gym before soap or gaz get a chance to.

⁃ “i think i have something you’ll like.” simon offers hesitantly, if any other tall masked stranger approached you like that you’d leave for the sake of self preservation. but he’s so hesitant in the way he offers looking above your head and not making direct eye contact. his shoulders are drawn together like he’s trying to make himself smaller.

⁃ he ducks behind the desk and pulls out some Everlast hand wraps in the same color as your clothes.

“your favorite color.” he says jokingly

“how’d you know?” you laugh and for the first time he looks you in the eye and something shifts in your chest.

“you’ve got good taste.” he quips

he’s extends his hand in front of yours and you’re so dazed, you just hold his hand. simon is already tipsy of your laugh he considers kissing it. he begins wrapping your hand and the realization makes you flush with embarrassment.

⁃ until he starts talking… he’s explaining how the wraps work and which gloves he recommends and your initial reaction shifts into annoyance. you want to fuck with him just a little bit, because who is he to explain anything to you? he probably doesn’t even work here and you’ve been kickboxing for the last two years.

the stress relief it gave after your last break up worked wonders.

⁃ “do you want to practice with me love?” he offers after he lingers on your wrist

you concede and slip under the bar of the ring. his eyes tell you everything. eager to be close to you he explains a hook and a jab, of course you nod and smile feigning ignorance as he tells you how he’ll explain the kicking afterward. you’re feeling a little triumphant when the false jab distracts him as you sweep him, he falls and makes a jagged hurt noise.

⁃ your playfulness turns to panic

“are you okay? i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to actually hurt you. i kind of expected you to grab my leg or move or laugh? i didn’t mean to—” you fall to your knees beside him worried he hit his head. he shifts on to his back leaning lazily on he’s elbows and he’s smiling at you. that little fucker. or huge fucker honestly, he’s so tall he’s practically scraping the celling.

⁃ “you’re such an asshole.”

“wounded my pride, worse than a physical injury honestly.” simon looks up at you cheekily

“how long have you been doing this? do you work here? why did you come up to me?”

simon wants to toy with you a little more. he loves your short temper paired with your softness it’s intriguing. you’re so sweet worrying about him, would you be like that at one of his matches? anxious fluttering around saying a hail mary he won’t get hurt? or would you bask in the stadium lights, proud that he belongs to you? he intends to find out immediately.

“well ‘m a professional love, a man’s got to eat someway. my trainer, price, doesn’t love when i frighten the clients, but you’re too pretty to avoid.” simon winks at you like his voice isn’t flirtation enough

“i’m not afraid of you.” you lean in front of him on the mat and he gets a long look at your tits when he meets your eyes again you’re aware of how public this display is. you scramble to you feet and extend a hand to help him up and simon doesn’t move.

“get up.” you command in a harsh whisper

he shakes his head shamelessly drinking in your figure.

“seriously, get up someone could come in here.” you urge extending to gently kick him and in a moment he’s pulling your ankle shifting to ensure you fall directly on top of him. he places a gentle hand on the small of your back, respectful almost hesitant.

“now we’re even.” he teases

he smells like mint a touch of lavender and something distinctly him. you want him to lower his hand even though you’re in public. you almost want to kiss him, but then he’d get the wrong idea about your intentions. you were supposed to be scouring the price for this gym across from your apartment nothing more. he probably does this with every pretty customer that walks through the doors. you push yourself up using his chest as leverage.

“we are not even, you tricked me!” you scoff

“then let me make it up to you let me buy you dinner.” he offers

you can’t date this stranger at the gym across from you apartment. you’d see each other again, after dating your co-worker you decided not mix buisness and pleasure. boxing is an essential part of your routine, it’s safe and consistent. he’s roguishly attractive and probably not staying in the country.

“no thanks, you’re something but y’know you’re not from around here. i want a serious relationship.” you know your honesty will scare him away and you’ll never speak again

“well if you get off me, i can get on my knees and propose” simon smirks

you realize that you’ve been leaning directly on top of his chest, not shifting or standing.

“it’s one knee.” you counter as you slide off him and stand up

“for you i’d beg.” simon admitted

the way he looks at you for a second you almost believe him.

“i’m sure you offer that to ever pretty girl who walks in here.”

simon is serious about the begging, he’d wait as long you wanted to have you underneath him. but someday soon the sweet sound of you whimpering his name would be fill the room. you’d be the one pleading for him just to put the tip in.

“come to my match tonight. if i win, you let me buy you dinner. our first real date.” simon promises

he’s such trouble and you want him despite it.

how many girls batting their eyelashes and love struck boys come to his matches longing to see him afterwards? one of them will surely take your place if you don’t attend.

“what if you lose?”

“i won’t.” simon drawls

“you think you’re that good?” you taunt

“i think you’re lucky.” simon breathed

[very-cherrybomb]

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩?