#Idk where I was going with this LOL

[crocodiller]

Sure you can just toss a healing potion next to someone and they automatically absorb it by standing in it, but what if it didn't work that way. I feel Gale would rather wait for proper healing.

[megapocalypse]

You know that trope of "fake dating" where MC tries to get ML jealous? Okay, and also how when this applies to Moshang and Bingqiu it's normally cumplane fake dating and Mobei with Binghe.

Imagine a weird scenario of circumstance where instead SQH convinces Binghe to fake date him to make their crushes jealous, and Mobei does the same with Shen Yuan (how did they get there? I don't know.)

Full out wars would happen, friendships would be broken and it would be a bloodbath. LBH obviously being the yandere jealous type would plan out ways in his burn book on how to maim Mobei while crying and listening to mitski, but I think their dynamic would mostly be "giving each other murderous stares" and breaking their glass beverages during fake double dates.

Binghe would make vent art or something about murdering Mobei and the other suitors, and making a weird shrine in his home where he cuts other guys out of the pictures he took of SY.

SQH and SY on the other hand? They'd kill each other. Like SY would be giving SQH "you're dead to me" looks, and SQH would be seething. It wouldn't take long for either of them to snap and just throttle the other, full on fighting where they try to strangle the other. Somehow weapons might get involved who knows, but someone has to go to the hospital afterwards.

(Eventually they make up and everything works out with Moshang and Bingqiu endgame 💕 just a few broken ribs to spare.)

[zephyrfuse]

puts them in the hydraulic press

[gravity-falls-fanatic89]

Listen, muscly physiques are great and all, but the appeal in Stan, and Ford, lies in more than that.

The fan base consistently makes sure their imperfections are always positively viewed.

Stan is going to be the guy that will pull his shirt off, and just dig into your car when it's broke. He'll probably get down to some dirty jeans and old shoes, but he ain't going to care if his gut hangs out over the engine, or sweat pours down his back, and you see his scars and burns.

He'll clean up real nice too. Maybe outdated, but still clean and cheesy, where it just fits him. All the pet names and gestures you can think of will make your ass blush, but woo you immediately.

Ford will be more oblivious to fashion or social protocol, and totally go deep in the woods with you, just diving into everything, covered in earth and flowing with adrenaline. He's going to feel ridiculous being shirtless or down to more relaxing, plainer clothes with you, but over time, you are a safe space for him to be himself, mentally and physically.

He probably will always opt for long sleeves outside the Shack, but shirts and stretchy jeans are fine(especially when he starts enjoying food and feeling comfortable with you).

Scholarly clothes are synonymous to him with presenting his intelligence. He will dress well, and sharply, to draw away from his polydactyl condition. But, under it all, he'll carry little things with him as nods to the kids, even at university events and seminars. Maybe a sweater on from Mabel in theme with the topic, and a DD&MD keychain, and maybe some socks from it as well to incorporate Dipper. He maybe highly intelligent, but they remind him to stay silly and weird, even when they're apart.

I just love them dammit.

[whumpthefifth]

Whumpee who, to all who do not know them, is a monster. They’re bigger. Scarier. Stronger. Fanged and clawed, barbed and muscled. For all intents and purposes, they could very well fight back against Whumper — a smaller, frailer creature.

But they don’t attack back — they wouldn’t dare! How could they, of course, when Whumper had taken them in — a sodden, repulsive, unloved wretch — and had been so good to them when anyone else would have bolted and ran? No one but Whumper would be so kind to “look after” something so ghastly-on-the-eyes. They oughta be thanking them for acting against their better interests.

[toodleslol]

nootun puhd 👍

Made this last night lol

[doc-broken]

“…”

The silence is deafening. Neither of the two survivors speak as the still living clone turns to her friend, or rather the friend of her… DNA source? clone-mother? Whatever she was, the original Gale Minnie Morrison was now dead on the floor.

“But… I… I was the clone? You said it yourself, I was Minnie and that was Gale…” She could barely process this. Even as a month old clone, Minnie was implanted with all of Gale’s old memories, they even had to use her middle name to tell the two apart.

“Why…?”

“I’ll tell you later. For now, we need to leave before someone gets here.”

————————

A few hours later, now in Robin’s apartment. Her bloodied hands washed in a long shower, letting her think about what to tell Minnie… and perhaps herself. The clone girl was sitting on the couch, still in shock at watching herself get shot. Kind of.

It felt like hours in thought, replaying the scene in her head over and over, only snapped out of it by the clink of a spoon as Robin sets down a bowl of ramen. Minnie’s favorite comfort food. Gale’s too, of course. She slowly looks up at her clone mother’s roommate, asking once again in a hushed voice.

“Why?”

There’s a brief moment of thought from Robin.

“Do you know how I figured out you were the clone?”

“You saw I didn’t have a belly button, Gale nearly tore my shirt off to show you.”

“No. That’s not it. I knew who you were because you were kind. Gale was barking orders like I was a dog, and you were pleading, almost begging. You came out almost a carbon copy of her, but in less than a month you became a kind and wonderful person just because you decided to hang out with us instead of soaking in the positions Gale had. She was an egomaniac, and we were tools to her. You just wanted to live, but she wanted to kill you.”

“…”

“You’re a clone, but you’re still a person.”

“I… thank you, I guess.”

“Don’t thank me. Just. Keep being a better person.”

You, a fake clone, are stuck in the classic “Shoot one, let one live” situation. To your horror, the person with the gun outsmarts you and uncovers that you were fake all along. Just as you brace yourself for the bullet, they point their gun towards the real person and pulls the trigger.

[emberglowfox]

birds of a feather

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

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[zaahvi]

GLORY TO THE RISEN GODS

[peachiiwren]

had to draw them as that one meme going around on twitter

Original:

[isaacz]

[bunnieswithknives]

Wow Dale I didn't know you liked entomology! 💕

[veveisveryuncool]

don't cry, starlight, it's just a dream...

kirbtober day 01: dream

[turtleblogatlast]

AU where Leo is trapped in the Prison Dimension for months instead of minutes and the only way he gets by with his sanity intact is through recording himself talking to his wrist comm.

When they finally manage to get Leo back and make him rest up to heal, Donnie can’t help but listen to the recordings left behind.

He’s not sure what exactly he’s expecting, only that his subconscious is screaming at him that it has to be heartbreaking, that it has to be torturous.

Instead, what Donnie is subject to is a full thousand hours’ worth of Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu crossover fanfiction. More than one part in the series. Spanning well over a million words.

(The worst part is that it’s actually good.)

[adhdandcomics]

whoever needs to hear this: if you got a disability, if you don’t know if you have something, if you ever think “it’s not that bad” if you have a thing about guilt, if you’re ill, Anything: listen. it is okay to throw things away.

you can throw it away. if it sucks and it stresses you the fuck out, if you just “need the right time to fix it” for the past 3 months. or years. if you loved it once upon a time but it makes you feel kinda weird and guilty now. if it’s a jacket youve reaaaally been meaning to mend and then donate. a jar of sauce that ���all you have to do” is clean out to recycle but it’s been a week and now there’s a small colony growing in it. slowly shredding to bits fabric scraps you plan to use to fix something. busted picture frame. cracked mug. old shoes. extra box. an entire pack of granola bars that you hate so much but don’t want to waste.

life is already so goddamn difficult for us. i know you still care about recycling and the environment and sustainability. but it’s okay, i promise. sometimes you have to take care of your space. sometimes you have to cut your losses so you can actually have energy to recycle the next thing. get rid of the old shirt before it turns into a tornado pile of guilt under the bed. you’re not a bad person. you can throw this one away.