#Nothin to Somethin

[xxplastic-cubexx]

(thanks to the defrost tiktok anon) Eric would be on the cooking duty and Francesca would be trying to either push things off the table or steal something from the counter constantly or play with moving metal kitchenwares to the point that Eric has to decide that the safest way of him to cook in peace is by holding Francesca all the time while cooking so that she doesn't do anything

artistic rendition cause you be cooking here .............

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

the quietest week in tusla was the week Darry bundled all seven boys up in two cars n drove them all a million miles away to the nearest beach. On contrast, the most disruptive week in tusla was the week immediately followin.

[esaari]

Creed ~

[chaotic-starlight24]

When you hear more news about people sexually harassing the actors (The Outsiders Musical)

[tha-wrecka-stow]

You Can Find The Original Version -> Here

[dusty-pistol]

GRGRGR, I WANT TO YAP AND TALK BUT THE ONLY THING ON MY MIND ANYMORE IS CALLUM. THIS AIN'T FAIR.

GET OUTTA MY HEAD OLD MAN!!! ANYTIME I DRAW, CALLUM ENDS UP ON MY CANVAS. I CAN'T WRITE ANYTHIN IF IT DOESN'T INVOLVE HIM. I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHIN BUT HIM. I AM BEIN HAUNTED BY THAT FICTIONAL MAN. GAAUUHHHGGGGHHHH

[thedeafprophet]

Alex feels absolutely nothing except pure annoyance towards Edward, a solid foundation of a long lasting marriage <3

[scaryscarecrows]

Jason feels like shit.

His skin’s twitchy, his body aches, and it’s hard for him to focus his eyes and his ears; it’s like trying to navigate underwater. Breathing is harder than he thinks it ought to be, and all told, he feels like he’s being tossed around in rough seas.

He’s semi-passed out on his bed, facedown with his electric blanket draped over his shoulders, listening to the rain hammering against his window. The rain sounds like radio static.

Ohh, his skin hurts.

The rain drowns out the footsteps in the hall, at first. Then they get closer, close enough that they can’t be ignored, and he frowns, pulls his head up. The steps aren’t heavy enough to be Ages, they’re not fast enough to be Drouot, and they lack the distinctive gait Clyde has. Everybody else is lighter, so…

He’s awake. He pinches his wrist with his nails to make sure, manages to draw blood. Someone is here, someone that shouldn’t be.

Pity the robber. Of all the places to break into, this is the worst choice. He probably won’t even have to hurt the poor bastard; once they realize where they are, they’ll book it.

(How’d they get in, though?)

As the steps get closer, something else becomes apparent; the tight, clenched-teeth giggling of. Of someone suffering from Joker Venom.

God, no…

Joker’s dead. He has been dead for years now, and he can’t come back, because they burnt him up and flushed the remains to be sure. But Jason knows about Panessa Studios, about the…the things inside, about what Bruce nearly became. He’s not at all sure they didn’t miss someone else.

He rolls onto his back, one hand grasping clumsily for the switchblade in the pocket he’s sewn onto his pillow and the other pulling his bedside drawer open for his gun. He knows what it’s like, to laugh so hard you puke and crack ribs and suffocate, and he knows being out of your misery is better than that.

The giggling cuts off and a second later, his bedroom door swings open. Jones. It’s just Jones. But…he’d heard, he’d swear he…

“You okay there, sir?” Jones asks, voice wary. Jason returns the gun to his drawer and tucks the knife away.

“Thought I heard something,” he mumbles. “Guess…guess I was asleep?”

“Yeah, Jimmy’s having an episode,” Jones says, and the world drops out from under Jason like a blown-up floor.

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.” When did he get so close? He was by the door a second ago, wasn’t he? “All right, lemme see…”

“No, you said–”

“Fuck-all, is what I said. Don’t squirm.”

Huh?

He stills, lets Jones feel his neck and look in his eyes and listen to his chest. The rain picks up the pace, slamming into the windows.

“You don’t look so good,” comes the ultimate announcement. “Shockingly, drowning in the bay is bad.”

Yeah. Yeah, he guesses so.

[lieut-dundy-le-vesconte]

Sensin somethin again. Some kinda shift. I do NOT like it

[skyplayssplatoon3]

Man I do hope Splatoon 4 does something about mirror matches

This is the first Splatfest (and I've played since the first game) that I willingly tapped out super early, cause legit 95% of all my matches have been mirrors and contribute absolutely 0 to the team 😭

If I just wanted to play Turf War, I'd play Turf War, I play Splatfests for the teams babey!!

At any rate, good luck fellow Wizards and all 3 teams in general!

[the-alphonze]

Me right before sailin’ us into a trapped navy base almost killin’ all of us instantly because the cap’ns are blind and wouldn’t know what a trap is if it were literally screamin’ at them

[xxplastic-cubexx]

if your erik magnetized the iron in my blood i’d thank him

could not think of a sexier way to go out if im so tbh i thank you for the kind words my friend

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Soda runs the match over the rough grooves at the bottom of his two front teeth and promptly snaps it in half. "Shit! We're gonna run out of matches."

"Nuh uh, look. You're doin' it wrong." Dallas flicks a match along his eye tooth 'n doesn't get anythin' even close to a spark. "Fuck, I swear I've seen people do this."

"Wait, lemme try again." Dallas grabs the three remain' from the coffee table 'n passes one to Soda. He wiggles the head around 'n drags it over his molars 'n a flame sputters to life.

"Sodapop Patrick Curtis 'n Dallas Tucker Winston." Soda drops the match 'n starts at the sound of Darry's voice. They both dive for it 'n Dallas catches it, flame goin' out against the inside of his palm. He hisses but doesn't have time to inspect it before Darry snatches them both off the couch, roughly turnin' Dally's hand over to check the damages. Findin' nothin' but a bloomin' red mark he drops his arm, whackin' them both in the head.

"What the hell were you two doin'?" Soda grins 'n tosses his hair out of his eyes. He props his elbow on Dallas' shoulder 'n Dally hunches down a bit more so Soda doesn't have to stretch to reach.

"Nothin'." Dallas shrugs 'n Soda slides right off. He kicks Dallas in the shin 'n Dallas elbows him in the side in return. They both giggle until Darry pins them to the wall with a glare.

"Didn't know nothin' looked like playin' with matches nowadays. Someone should have filled me in." Darry scoffs dryly, rolls his eyes. "How old are you two?"

Soda grins again before scrunchin' up his brow 'n scratchin' his head, feignin' confusion. "Glory, Dallas, I clean forgot. You remember?"

Dallas smirks, tiltin' his head, 'n touchin' his tongue to his silver canine in thought. "You know I think I do it's-"

"Y'all are too-" Darry starts.

"-Too damn old!" Soda 'n Dallas finish for him 'n Soda howls, grabbin' Dallas' shirt 'n dissolvin' into laughter. Dallas grabs his elbow so they both don't hit the carpet, cacklin'.

"Y'all are worse than Pony." He smacks them both up the head again 'n Soda wails in mock indignation, doin' an impressive version of Pony's whine.

"Dally, you see how this hood treats his poor brothers?" Soda pouts at him from under honey lashes 'n Darry jabs a finger at him. He grabs Dallas 'n manhandles him into the kitchen, checkin' the temperature of the tap water before he shoves Dally's hand under it.

"Truly, Soda man, I've seen wild animals gentler." Dallas calls over his shoulder, tryin' 'n failin' to pull his hand back.

"Well, ain't that a funny coincidence." Darry flips the tap off 'n checks the burn again, releasin' him when he's sure it's not serious. "I've seen kid brothers stupider."

"Aw, Darry, y'know you love us." Soda grabs Dallas, pinchin' him by the chin 'n poutin' again. "How could you stay mad at us?" Dallas knocks Soda's head away with the heel of his hand 'n jumps on him.

Darry rolls his eyes 'n steps over the two of them howlin' on the kitchen tile. "Quite easily."

"Darrrr!" Soda jabs Dallas 'n the ribs 'n wriggles out from under him.

"Fine." Darry lets out an almighty sigh 'n shakes his head, reachin' over 'n snatchin' the last two matches off the coffee table. "But y'all are done fuckin' around with matches until you can act like you got any damn brains in your skulls."

"Hey, that ain't fair," Dallas takes Soda's hand 'n hauls himself off the kitchen floor. "How the hell am I meant to smoke?"

Darry smiles for the first time that afternoon. "Maybe if you put your fool heads together you can get one spark a sense between the two of you."

"Well, a course!" 'N before anyone can stop him Soda grins with every tooth in his mouth, grabs Dallas by the back of the neck 'n cracks their heads together.

[eliothebeast]

If you find yourself wantin' to ship the same character multiple times or conflicted with a love triangle/love corner may I recommend: shippin' them all together!!! That's right folks you can put them all together for the cost of literally nothin'!!! Try it yourself, it's way more fun than enterin' a ship war or a place of overused tags!! Plus, you may discover somethin' 'bout yoursef...

[todayisafridaynight]

So what are you gonna franchise are you gonna do after Yakuza? Like you did the DB

if i knew my contract liking rgg was expiring soon then id probably have something lined up but fuuck man i dont know. maybe theyll give me an extension to keep liking rgg until i find something else

[boomsheikas-art-blog]

Hi, wasn't there a comic you were a part of? I thought you had made a post with a link on this account but I can't seem to find it, maybe I made it up?