#IT'S PURE CRACK

[raine-st0rm]

ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A TGS CRACKFIC

Youre probably not, but now you are!! May I present, a crackfic made by two sleep-deprived maniacs who apparently only write at 2am?

⚠️ Reading might cause your brain cells to fall out

⚠️ You might cry reading it, not in a goodway

this fic was made by me and Pasta ( @feta-cheese-raviolis )

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54820216/chapters/138952126

[juststubborn]

Gus and Shawn are freaking obnoxious(♡) and such assholes but in a can't-help-love-them way aajdndksjfjei seriously i still have to find a show with characters like those two- or like all the supporting cast. I absolutely love them.

[mellosdrawings]

Guess what happened to my dog yesterday.

[carrythatwayt]

Muriel: sweetest angel in the garrison.

Pt. 2

[imaginariumwanderer]

"I wonder if death feels warmer in your arms."

Everyone... I would like to direct your attention to this wonderful fanfic/art made by Bloomie/Clouddii. If you enjoys seeing your ship does that common couple activity of "dying together" like me then I totally reccommend it!

I'm late, but I did promised to draw a cute lil sketch for the fanfic. This certainly is a sketch, but I dunno if it's cute or not

[alex-frostwalker]

This is just a joke pls

[idliketobeatree]

hey do you think Charles would fall for Niko shouting "help! Edwin is not moving, he needs CPR!" dropping everything like oh shit and getting deadly serious ready for that mouth-to-mouth action, as Crystal screams in the distance HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO BREATHE CHARLES

[lanormie]

sims 4 isekai! where you wake up to find yourself in the game in one of those basic ass base game houses.

you haven't even got the chance to explore your surrounding when all of a sudden-

ding dong!

it's the welcome wagon.

you open the front door and almost pass the fuck out when you see gojo satoru, geto suguru and nanami kento standing in front of you, looking utterly confused.

"hey! so," gojo speaks first, "silly question! uh, where are we?"

you're just about to open your mouth to reply when geto jolts, an interaction menu spawning around him. based on the look on everyone's face, seems like they can all see the UI.

the floating cursor clicks on Invite In, and some mysterious force ushers you four into your barren living room.

nanami looks at the plate of fruitcake apprehensively before setting it down on your coffee table, then immediately makes a beeline for your computer. "please pardon my rudeness," he stammers while booting up your PC, "i promise this is not my doing."

you assure him that it is fine before turning around to find gojo rummaging through your fridge. "this is amazing!" he exclaims, "every time i think of a dish the ingredients just appear in front of me!"

while watching a plethora of mixing bowls and cutting boards pile up on the counters, you see geto jolt again. the cursor starts queuing up interactions, and you can clearly see that the player very obviously wants you to flirt with him.

"i'm sorry in advance," you squeeze in an apology while you both make your way to the ratty uncomfy couch. "i have a feeling i'm about to say something completely unhinged."

"it's alright, i understand." geto gives you a kind smile, and you feel your heart do some Olympics level somersaults.

you totally get the player now.

the queue kicks in as soon as your ass touches the couch, and you blurt out, "hoo boy if this isn't the finest piece of ass i've ever seen-"

your eyes widen in mortification before you even finish getting the sentence out. slapping your hand over your mouth, you look across the couch, preparing yourself for whatever wrath your unintentional brashness has brought forth.

to your surprise, geto just peers amusedly at you with a corner of his lips quirked up, looking about half a step away from a bursting into a cackle.

over his head, a tiny love heart with a plus sign pops up for a moment before disappearing into thin air.

you end up talking to geto on the couch (nanami would turn around in his seat to join in the chat once in a while) for what seems like hours before catching the sight of gojo waving wildly from behind the counter.

"guys," gojo pouts, pointing at a single cutting board sitting on the ground, "i can't move."

(here's part 2!)

[roses-and-revolutions]

Tell me, Superman, what is it that makes one man a hero and the other a villain? Is it his actions, his goals, or his ambitions? Nah! It's whoever stands on the winning side of history that gets to determine that...

Let's fight Big Blue.

OR!!!!

The DC universe is Amity Park's personal rage room and Casper High's senior year is going through it.

[foreverfearlessred]

When the Monaco national anthem kicks in followed straight by the Italian national anthem:

[ultimate-marysue]

My brain produced a thought: Damian and Lian parent-trapping Jason and Roy. Lian notices how much happier her dad is with Jason around and comes to the logical conclusion of "well, if they married he would always be around, ergo my dad would always be happy".

Damian is tired of Jason constantly worrying over him after Talia specifically asked him to keep an eye on him and just wants freedom (and his brother to be happy, but shh, he doesn't need to know that). Lian and Damian meet in some sort of youngest justice summer camp get together with a bunch of other tween heroes where Roy and Jason help out and realize they have a common cause.

They spend the entire summer just setting up elaborate schemes to make them fall in love, but they're hilariously bad at it. It ends up working though, so they are convinced they're geniuses. In actuality, Jon who's been helping with their plot just got tired of running around trying to set up his friend's brother with someone else and just told them about it.

[the-goddess-of-gays]

one time Percy walked in on a seriously sleep-deprived Leo spewing motor oil and Tabasco sauce all over the engine room because he "wanted to see why Festus liked the stuff so much" and (being the genius we all know he is) decided to chug a bottle of it.

long story short, Leo ended up confined to his cabin for a ten-hour nap by a deeply concerned Jason Grace and a deeply annoyed Piper McLean, and Percy had to go apologise to Annabeth for how horrifying he must have been as a middle schooler (she laughed for a solid ten minutes)

[xraay]

The brainrot got to me (sketch under cut)

[ahhrenata]

had to get this out of the system. Death Stranding got its grip on me (so has Norman Reedus 😅)

[boringsickness]

Bernard is once again questioned by Tim's family about his theories.

Bernard: look, they pay me good money, i have fun with it and I'm not harming anyone. what's the problem?

Tim: ...they pay you?

Bernard, proud: yup. 20$ every 100 words.

Batfam: [completely silent]

Tim: but I can give you money if you need?

Steph: aw, r u sad bc you can't be his sugardaddy anymore?

Tim, blushing: NO!

Bernard, whispering to him: dw, i do love being your sugar baby.

[ohbother2]

Introducing everyone to my Alastor headcannon!

He's a deer right? And what are deer well-known for? Yes, yes, staring un-waveringly into your soul in the middle of a country road in the twilight hours.

But what else are they known for?

As soon as something happens, they are GONE. They run so fast and with such wild-abandon to just get the fuck out of wherever they are they they go hurtling through the brush never to be seen again.

This brings my to my head cannon - Alastor is easily skittish, he is just fortunate that his deer-caught-in-headlights instinct takes over long enough for him to grapple with his fear and restrain the part of himself that wants to flee, so instead he just stares unwavering and intimidatingly with that cocky grin until he has enough composure to begin talking again.

Now, sometimes, sometimes his instincts are too strong. And sometimes, he cannot stay composed, especially after a particularly bad fright, like bumping into Nifty or Angel Dust stalking the corridors of the hotel silently at night. What happens then? Alastor freezes for mere seconds, and then goes hurtling as fast as he can in whatever direction his feet decide to take him.

Sometimes, much to his dismay, his feet decide to propel him into the nearest wall before he even realises where he is heading.

This has led to many encounters where Alastor appears to bolt head-first into a wall for no other explanation than he felt like it, and he leaves Angel Dust as confused as ever as he bounces back from the impact, shocked from his deer-like-terror, and begins a conversation as normal, ignoring the new antler shaped hole in the wall he had just careened into.

No one dares question him about this odd behaviour, and the residents of the hotel have just had to accept that they often see the sole's of his shoes as he sprints full-pelt away from them at the drop of a hat.