#LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[bilbo12]

HELPPPP, THE WAY SONIC FALLS DOWN TO THE FLOOR!

AND THE WAY SHADOW REACHES HIS HAND OUT TOWARDS HIM, ACTUALLY WORRIED AND CONCERNED ABOUT HIM!

AND THE WAY HIS EARS DROP AND HIS PUPILS TURN SMALLER WHEN HE SEES THAT HE'S NOT GETTING UP BECAUSE HE'S PROBABLY THINKING THAT SONIC IS DEAD AND THAT HE'S NOT ALIVE ANYMORE AND HE CAREEEES, HE FUCKING CARES SO MUCH ABOUT HIM!

EYE PUPILS BECOME SMALLER WHEN A PERSON IS SAD! SHADOW IS FUCKING SAD THAT SONIC SEEMED DEAD! LET'S GOOOOO, HE FUCKING CARES!!!

OAIBFIUSBGIANIPUSFNGUPANOFN I CAN'T WITH THESE TWO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[segasonic-popcorn-shop]

[ivanttakethis]

WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK

[morningstargirl666]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Rewriting what was the old chapter 22 of TBBW (1920s Dance, Woo Woo!) and the last half, the klaroline half, has become a chapter all on its own. It's really building up to be one of my favourite chapters in the entire fic, and it's partly because I read @kirythestitchwitch's Crash Course which made me crave a cheeseburger so badly I wrote it into this fic. So here's a sneak peak --- don't let the fluff fool you, this chapter has its fair share of angst hehehe

“You know, I’m really surprised you didn’t insist on paying,” Caroline commented, unwrapping the paper around her cheeseburger as she settled back on the bonnet of Klaus’ car.

Klaus sat beside her, unwrapping his own burger as he stretched his legs out in front of him, one leg hanging off the side and resting on the upwards curve of the rim that snaked above the front wheels. Caroline leant back against the glass of the windscreen, relaxing into her spot as the sweet, steaming smell of the burger hit her — two seasoned patties topped with melted slices of creamy, cheesy goodness calling out to her from their package in a perfectly toasted, soft sesame seed bun, stuffed with crisp, curly lettuce and slices of fresh tomato. Up above, the light pollution from Mystic Falls was less intense so far away from the town, parked outside a quiet diner just off the Jackson highway. The stars were beginning to peak out from behind the clouds, the moon a quarter-full and shining down on them from the night sky above. Behind them, the warm glow of the diner spilled out onto the parking lot, employees wiping down tables and serving the odd exhausted truck driver behind the glass, like one gigantic, square-shaped fish bowl. The neon lights of the diner’s name, Wayback Burgers, flashed and flickered in the dark, reflecting red and blue light onto the wet pavement. 

“And why’s that?” Klaus asked, licking his thumb where the various condiments and sauces had leaked out of his large, triple stacked bacon cheeseburger and onto his hand. She’d felt weird ordering him nothing at the drive thru after she’d asked for the cheeseburger and fries, impulsively buying a milkshake to wash it all down with too. So she’d turned to him and asked if he’d wanted anything, and with some hesitancy, he’d ordered one of the meatiest burgers on the menu.

It was weird. The choice prodded something in her brain, seeming familiar. It was only when they got their burgers, Klaus eyeing his with a hunger that looked out of place on a vampire, that she realised why.

Tyler always ordered the meatiest thing on the menu too. Burgers, ribs, steak, chicken wings — it didn’t matter where they bought lunch, if there was an option to eat like a hungry pack of hyenas, he’d take it. Klaus had slightly more decorum, but the look was exactly the same.

“I don’t know. Aren’t you supposed to be ancient?” she shot at him, setting the wrapping in her lap and taking her first bite of her burger. She sighed in bliss the moment the taste hit her tongue — it was truly a magnificent burger. The patties were seasoned to perfection, falling apart in her mouth, cheese melted onto them. The tomatoes and lettuce were fresh but not soggy, and the pickles buried beneath it all had an acid tang that balanced the whole thing out. “Old people are always moaning chivalry is dead,” she finished, holding a hand up to cover her mouth as she spoke around her food.

“And I seemed like the type?” he asked, glancing at her with a raised brow. His voice dropped to a dry drawl. “Why? Because I’m old or because I’m dead?”

She grinned, cheeks full of food. “Both,” she informed him happily, before chewing the last of it and swallowing. Klaus grunted, finally taking a bite out of his burger. Like her, he seemed to melt into the taste, some of the tension in his shoulders easing. She shrugged, eyeing him consideringly before turning her gaze back to her burger, folding down the wrapping. “Most guys get weird when I offer to pay.”

Tyler normally did. Matt had. Since both boys were on opposite sides of the financial spectrum, she kinda figured it wasn’t because of the money.

He looked at her then, searching her face for something. He swallowed his food before he spoke. “Did you want me to pay?”

She shook her head. “No. It was my idea to drag you out here. And you’re giving me a lift home after my car broke down even though I’ve rejected you like, a bajillion times. Least I could do was buy you a burger,” she teased, smile strained.

They hadn’t spoken about it, on the drive here. This thing between them; his jealousy towards Tyler and cruel actions earlier that night; the dozens of hesitant advances, if unwanted on her part. They weren’t friends.

Problem was, Caroline wasn’t sure if they were enemies either. 

Enemies didn’t show each other their personal artwork or unfinished sketches that were hidden away from even their family’s prying eyes. Enemies didn’t sit on a public bench and discuss lost dreams. And they certainly didn’t buy burgers at drive-thrus and eat them together under the starlit sky.

Klaus sighed, but didn’t seem offended. “I don’t think it was quite a bajillion times.”

“Yet,” she corrected cheekily, taking a big bite into her burger.

Instead of the scowl she expected, Klaus smiled fondly, following her lead and taking a bite too.

[starheirxero]

I think the main celestial siblings should adopt servant sun and give him a life that's normal. amen

[tornadotree]

NICOZI HIVE HOW ARE WE FEELING-

[hellishfig]

the cast of never stop blowing up is fucking ELITE

most of them are returning members, and what a crew! ify! izzy! alex! rekha! ALLY!!!!!

and at long last... JACOB WYSOCKI

and BRENNAN'S OUTFITS!!!!! blood! rips! dirt and dust! the die hard homage! absolutely fantastic!

this is going to be thrilling and i'm so incredibly excited

[wangxian-on-repeat]

Wei Wuxian: now remember kids the most important lesson in life is to always stay silly

[stormyoceans]

FIRST WIN OF THE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[aajae]

[ilostyou]

in just about 48 hours we'll have updated style vocals............................

[wazzappp]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP ITS EVERYTHING IVE EVER WANTED

LOOK AT HOW KHAJI USED THEIR LEGS TO PUSH THE SKIN AND MUSCLE ASIDE TO PHYSICALLY BURY THEMSELFS INTO HIS FLESH IM AJDKLA;SJFKLD;AJFKDLA;JFKDS

[sayaberry]

[misterbaritone]

HELLO?! WE’RE BACK DEPARTMENT?! I NEED TO FILE A CLAIM!

[what-immortal-hand-or-eye]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Meryl Stryfe/Milly Thompson, Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood Characters: Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson, Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood Additional Tags: tags to be updated, Canon Disabled Character, Trans Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Trans Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trans Meryl Stryfe, trans milly thompson, we are going to be having so much fun with gender that's a guarantee, trans humor Series: Part 5 of Write Your Ticket Summary:

If the song of humanity is to persist, then you've gotta raise your damn voice! or A story about grabbing the future by the throat. A story about refusing to go gentle into that good night. The final part of Write Your Ticket.

IT’S HERE

[fanofthelamb]

@paintpaintpaintman no mercy no escape only the little shits hanging out in the cold