#Nothing Important

[whisperofthewaves]

hey girl are you okay you've been obsessively listening to the murderbot diaries on a loop for four days now

[mislamicpearl]

I'm not a fan of shows making exaggerated jokes about young characters not knowing what older technology is, so I was glad that Arin called it a rotary phone.

BUT it was also funny when Wyldfyre said "I still don't know what this thing is" because in HER case it actually makes sense.

Also my sisters reminded me that Lloyd, who's likely close to a decade older than Arin, didn't know what a VCR is, which makes it even funnier.

[anticosmo13]

Got new shades from Etsy!! Ac & Aw💙

[a-concert-just-for-me]

My sister sent me this yesterday and I agreed with it and now today when I missed her cue to stop asking her something, she flashed her screen at me with this image on it 💀

[mechazushi]

Kaiju Number 8 Incorrect Quotes <take 7>

Iharu: Truth or dare? Reno: Truth. Iharu: When was the last time you slept? Reno:... Reno: Dare. Iharu: GO TO BED. Reno: I don't like thIS GAME.

[chrlotpony]

I first I thought the red eyeliner looked cool but it honestly looks like the makeup I used to put on talking Angela

[kkittyco]

Question:

Where are you guys finding more of the hellpark comic? I've been looking literally everywhere for it and I can only find what's on the actual hellpark Tumblr page!

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

Example:

(I'm not sure if some of this is just fanart tho)

Please tell me where you guys find this stuff!

[ranbowkng]

Forgive Me Father for Thine Lips are the Sweetest Sin

Summary: Gary shows up on John's porch and expects to initiate him. Instead he initiates a spark between them

John Ward sighed, his bedroom eyes wearily glancing at the smirking cultist before him. He thought it was over. He sealed the crucible, if only temporarily, and had left with Lisa and Garcia, allowing them both a safer place to reside than their apartments. So why was the demon back? And why had it been so confident as to walk up to his front door and knock as if he wouldn't try to send it back to hell? He was pretty sure it was looking at him the way it would a snack.

"What do you want?" John leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms as he looked up at the cultist.

"Glad to hear your enthusiasm," Gary said, a chuckle laced in his tone, "Because I need you."

"...what?" John raised an eyebrow. Holding a carton of cigarettes in his hands.

"I've realized my mistake! It's all so simple! I've been trying to go about this as if we are different, but you and I, we're exactly the same!" Gary waved his hand in a hundred different directions, adjusting his sunglasses frequently, "What do you say? You and me in a new world order?" He shimmied his shoulders a few times as he spoke. John wondered if this is what all those kids were referring to when they referred to something as "radical." He still didn't understand the appeal.

"Hmm, what a difficult choice," John spoke sarcastically as he placed a cigarette between his lips, "I'll certainly have to uh...think..." He patted down his pockets, searching for a light.

"Allow me," Gary said, snapping his fingers to light the end sticking out of John's mouth.

"Oh... thanks," John inhaled deeply, letting the smoke escape his lungs before holding the cigarette between two fingers to continue talking, "Not happening. In case you haven't noticed, your cult is gone, we defeated you."

"Not necessarily," Gary hummed, "At best you've momentarily inconvenienced us, but you've hardly come close to defeating us. After all..." He gripped John by the shirt, pulling him close to whisper in his ear, "We still have the girl~"

John's breath hitched as he dropped the cigarette on the ground. Gary stomped it out with the heel of his boot, grazing over John's toes in the process, "What have you done with Amy?"

"It's hardly Amy you should be worried about dear preacher," Gary hummed, using his grip on his shirt to spin him around, pulling him to the walkway to his house, "I'd be more concerned about them if I were you."

John looked up, horrified at the sight. Two cultists, covered head to toe in crimson robes, sat atop the neighbor's houses, pointing guns at two windows in his house. One towards the window of his bedroom where Garcia had laid down for a nap, and one towards the kitchen where Lisa had been preparing herself lunch. John looked to the cult leader before him, fury scrunching his face into a threatening glare, "Call them off, now!"

"Calm yourself priest, I shall," Gary held up a palm, a signal to the cultist to hold their fire temporarily, "If you agree to my terms."

"What terms?" John raised an eyebrow, clutching his crucifix.

"You drop that silly stick and join me as my right hand man, and I spare the girl," Gary said, "Join me as a lover and I spare them both."

John's face flushed, how did he know?! See, from the moment John laid eyes on the cultist, he felt a spark. Previously he was able to push off these feelings merely by being thoroughly annoyed by the prospect of them. As time went on, he had to make more excuses why the feelings weren't real. Excuses like "he's evil" "he's dead" "he hates your guts and wants to use them as Christmas tree decorations" "he's probably a man" but now here he is, bringing them up to use against John.

"I am not joining you, lover or otherwise!" John yelled.

"That's quite a shame," Gary sighed, lifting his arm, "Take aim, and-"

"Wait!" John grabbed Gary's arm, stopping him before he could give the command to fire, "I'll...I'll join you..."

"Excellent!" Gary motioned for the cultist pointing a gun at Lisa to stand down, "I suppose minimizing the casualties to one would be efficient. Take aim-"

"I'll be your lover!" John shouted, stopping the cultist.

Gary smirked, lowering his arm, "Mind repeating that for me?"

"I-" John couldn't believe what he was agreeing to, but if it saved Garcia's life, so be it, "I...will join you...as a lover...if you accept my terms!"

Gary rolled his eyes, "I hardly believe you're in a position to make demands here."

"It's one demand, and if you refuse then I will exorcise you," John lifted his crucifix, pointing it at Gary who raised his arms in surrender, "Are you willing to listen now?"

"Oh I'm so scared-" Gary was silenced by the sudden sizzling of his skin as John rested the tip of his crucifix against his wrist, "Ow! Okay! Okay! I'm listening!"

"One kiss," John's expression was cold and unmoving as he spoke, "I want one kiss before we agree to anything. If we both enjoy it, I'll go off with you. If you enjoy it and I don't or vice versa, oh well. If neither of us enjoy it, don't waste my time by putting my friends lives in danger ever again or I will exorcise you twice."

"Feisty" Gary smirked, signalling for the other cultist to stand down, "Fair enough, and to liven this up a tad, I'll let you be the one to engage the kiss."

"Fine!" John huffed in annoyance.

"Indeed," Gary was far too full of himself for someone who was cowering under what he believed to be a "pathetic stick" two seconds ago.

John inched closer, more annoyed by the closeness with each movement he made. One part of John wanted to rip off the cultist's face, the other part of him wanted to rip off something else. Regardless, he stood an inch away from Gary, looking into the eyes hiding behind the shades.

John reached up and in one swift motion pulled Gary's lips onto his. His vengeance for all the cultist had put him through, he ravished the taste without room to breathe, and bit his lip harshly as he pulled away. The worst part of it all, he enjoyed it.

Gary's face was red as his robes as he was released, blinking twice as he tried to catch up with what just happened to him, "...priest."

"Didn't enjoy it much did you?" John waved him off, hiding his own blush by turning to the side, "Run along, don't waste my time again."

"...I apologize," Gary didn't even give John a second to process the words before he pushed him through the door frame with his lips on John's, kicking it closed behind him.

Both staggered backwards, refusing to pull away from the other until John couldn't breathe. When they finally pried themselves away from each other, they had landed on John's sofa with Gary sitting on top of John.

"Priest..." Gary's voice was soft, unable to conjure more than a whisper.

"Cultist," John said back, trying not to mirror the cocky smirk, "Enjoyed the taste of my lips more than a little did we?"

"I... didn't think asking you to be my lover would go so deep...I thought it would be a business exchange. I didn't know it could taste so...good," Gary said, "Forgive me, my accomplice."

"Hmm," John failed to not conjure a smirk, "You can earn forgiveness by-"

"Gross," Lisa's voice caused him to shut up, "Get a room."

"Ms. Pearson!" Gary said, frozen in John's lap.

"This isn't what it looks like!" John said quickly.

"I don't care," Lisa said, walking away, "I'm going out with Tiffany tonight. Please try not to do anything stupid." With that, she walked into the bathroom, which John could no longer navigate due to the excessive amounts of makeup products that littered the sink.

John and Gary turned back to each other, both of their faces dusted pink.

"We had a deal," Gary said, "You are now a part of my Order."

"And you are now mine," John said with a blank stare, "An even exchange."

Gary was a bit startled by the sentiment, his blush growing ever further, but he quickly buried his head into the priest's shoulder, "John..."

"Gary," John said.

"Perhaps, I don't mind if we're romantic without a trade to justify it, even though you now most definitely are now a member of my Order," Gary's voice was muffled in John's shirt, but John heard every word very clearly.

"Mm, you want to kiss me again don't you?" John asked, patting the cultist's shoulder.

"... perhaps," Gary responded.

"Go for it," John said. And he did, melting into the sinfully good taste of John's lips.

And it wouldn't be the last time he did.

[raybeam-littlebean]

A funny little story came up today that I must share as I'm low key proud of it.

Some months ago, I was helping a buddy of mine move out of his apartment. And with his things, I found a violin with its bow. The following exchange happened:

𝙈𝙚, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙣: Oh sick! I didn't know you had a violin! *Starts playing a part of Danse Macabre I really liked*

(It wasn't at all perfect, the strings were horrendously out of tune, but somehow I was able to play it well enough to be recognizable)

𝙂𝙪𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙: Oh, shit– I didn't know you knew how to play!

𝙈𝙚: I don't, I've actually never even held a violin before.

It was very true. I've literally never held a violin a day in my life, but I've been obsessed with violins since childhood. I somehow played Danse Macabre well enough for it to be recognizable at best by ear alone. And I thought that was almost as hilarious as the face my friend made in confusion.

[charliehoennam]

today is just one of those days where I'd like to disappear under a rock and simply never come out.

[whisperofthewaves]

I will never be free of this

[sall0]

I just wanted to show you my new sketchbook

thanks for your attention

[nn-the-doodle]

I feel funny today...

His name is Mariano. He likes Maria Juana.

Did you understand? Maria and Juana form Marih- (This is a bad joke)

[mikitadreams]

Nothinf important, just two SBL doods, also mantadron

Sighhh how I wish SBL (se buscan ladrones) was popular, all I see is spooky month art 💔

[evan-on-the-internet]

Hey @flunkett

[chrlotpony]

I went on Pinterest for 2 seconds