#OH NOOOOOOOOO

[kabra-malvada]

H. H... H E L P M E S H E I S...

S O H O T-

[anominous-user]

Oh no

[speakingofdoorknobs]

https://www.radiotimes.com/tv/comedy/ghosts-captain-fans-waiting-gay-newsupdate/

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

I love him so much it makes me SICK

[prickles-the-penguin]

So, I caved in...

Note to self: do not download Otome games before school starts in the future.

But...they're so fine...

I downloaded my first Cybird Ikemen game--Ikemen prince. Currently playing Leon's route for season 1. And he lives in my head rent free. Oh to be waltzing with Leon...

Ngl, if I tell myself to do it for him and make him proud, I do get stuff done... To each their own.

[aamusedly]

@infernaliscor from HANCOCK.

"Marowski pulled his business, Hancock." Fahrenheit hit him with it nearly the moment he and Karlach made it back through the gates of Goodneighbor. "He got a shipment in this morning, didn't stop for our usual skim. Says he's got new buyers in Diamond City."

Hancock straightened, shoulders squaring in a look of barely suppressed shock. He was still waterlogged, and still limping from his battered ankle, but that suddenly became much less pronounced. "...And? What did the Watch do?"

"They told him to talk to you. But you weren't here, so Marowski says you can come to him." Fahrenheit's tone was grim. "Nobody fought him on it."

"Motherfucker wants me to beg," the mayor growled low in his throat. And he continued towards the Statehouse anyway. "Come on, Red Hot. I need a fucking drink."

"...You're not gonna talk to him? If he pulls his chem business, the Neighborhood is gonna suffer."

"I don't beg." His lip curled as he stepped on that ankle, refusing to limp.

[pfhwrittes]

@gemmahale just brought barry sloane’s new project to my attention and i am weak at the knees for the way he says “hiya darlin’” in the trailer already

[ottpopfic]

Hhhhhh the Percybeth cousins (Ty @drawbridges4cats for sitting with me through that it helped) ill do piccrew later

Michael (Mikey): eldest, eight years younger than Katie, absolutely a little goblin a menace to society. He's like one of those puppies who are too smart for their own good and figures out how to unlach the baby gate and open the fridge and just cause havoc. Impossible to keep out of water, if there is so much as a dixie cup of liquid he will find it and then somehow become damp. He's fist fighting bullies, he's climbing out of third story windows, he's running from the cops, he's giving his parents new forms of anxiety they didn't know existed. Once he goes to camp and can let some of it out he gets better, but elementary school was an affair

Lina : middle, named after the architect Lina Bo Bardi, ten years younger than Katie. The most calculating eyes you have ever seen on a child, a prank streak to rival god. If the Jackson kids get in trouble it's her fault but no one will ever know because of how well her (and only her) tracks are covered. Her family knows she did it, whatever it is, but no one can ever prove it. If her brother is the too smart puppy she is that cat that sits on the counter and knocks the treats down so the dog will open them

Mako: twelve years younger than Katie. Went through a nonbinary streak during grade school that they halfway changed their mind on, solidly a they/them for about ten years but later goes by all pronouns and just doesn't care about gender but leans more fem. Puts the ‘H’ in ADHD, the kid practically vibrates. Best at sword fighting of the four, a total jock. Goes straight for the kneecaps first, both verbally and physically, asks questions later. Very indigent, will always speak their mind

Charles (Charlie): twelve years younger than Katie. Katie teaches him fiber crafts and he takes off, that kid is always making something his backpack is just full of yarn. The calmest of the four, just like a chill dude (its the yarn). Also kinda quiet but only in comparison to the others, is dubbed the youngest by his siblings but the rents refuse to say which twin is older (it's actually Charlie). The most Athena of the siblings

[kraang5]

:0

YALL. GHOSTY GOT KRAANGAFIED. OH NOOOOOOOOO

[dnangelic]

-deletes a blank draft from my drafts after i put it into queue-

-it deletes the finished reply from queue-

ooooooahhh

[chillzosworld]

I CAST REVIVE

No there too much , trauma for them to live I gave them so much it killed them, might wanna take them back to graveseeker or just trying to do sm man

SHES ALMOST DEAD CUZ I NEED TO GIVE OC'S TRAUMA

[moocowmoocow]

[aerodaltonimperial]

Prompt time! Junglehookhausen...by? Darblehookhausen? Idiot quad? Don't know their name but Darby/JB/Hook/Danhausen poly quad first kisses please?

(we just call them blorbo quad??? man we need a name. half-deadjunglehookhausen? boy that's a mouthful. [that's what he said]🖤🧡💚🖤)

If anyone asks, they went to dinner. A movie—the sort of thing that's easy to search details for that no one will ever want beyond a neutral, "Yeah, it was entertaining" or a shrugged, "Needed more explosions." Casual, simple ways to fill time on location. As far as everyone else is concerned, they grabbed pho, saw a flick, and retired early.

In reality, things are a bit different. They do go get dinner, and they sit shoulder-to-shoulder at the counter with their noodles, and Jack's nervous enough to tap his fingers against the fake marble the whole time. Next to him, Hook bumps their arms together before they leave, but he's not much better. They'd talked about this. They'd planned this; nerves, as it seems, have a way of sneaking up on everyone.

But back in the hotel room—Hook's, though no one knows why they settled on that one—it's slower. Deliberate. That's the thing with stuff like this, really. It has to be. Too many moving parts, too many players. Hook reaches for Jack. It's not a new thing, reaching out for him, but pulling him close and kissing him is. Hook closes his eyes, and so does Jack, and they stay there for a few seconds, because it's them. Ride or die. Through thick or thin. Just Jack, soft and warm against Hook's mouth, and Hook's apprehension settles with a little sigh of finally.

Hook pulls away. He's got about two seconds before Darby swoops in, all bristling confidence and endless courage, even in the face of the unknown. He doesn't kiss like Jack does, that's for sure, but Hook thinks, wildly, strangely, that maybe they have settled into something together, and he's getting the tendrils of it when Darby coaxes his lips apart, the sort who demands more immediately. And by the time they break apart, Danhausen has already grabbed Jack's face to do the same: the most unlikely of pairings, the impossible that shouldn't work.

Except that it does, doesn't it? It works when they end up together, it works when they're tugging shirts off and getting arms caught and laughing, laughing, because Hook doesn't think it's even possible for this to be smooth or rehearsed, and honestly, it's better that it isn't. At one point Danhausen trips on the end table and nearly takes the whole thing down, clock and all, and then Jack's leg gets stuck in his jeans and Darby has to pull the denim off when Jack just gives up. It's probably the worst attempt ever made, which is why Hook's sort of overcome by the knowledge that it's the best.

And by the end, as Hook stares up at the ceiling and wonders if everything has now fundamentally changed—if he'll go out in the ring now and remember Danhausen's hands splayed across Jack's chest, or Darby's thigh thrown across his own, or the way someone's fingers had tangled in his hair and Hook can't even figure out whose they were.

"God, this bed is too small," Darby says, to the ceiling and the curtains and the mass-produced hotel artwork hanging on the wall.

"It's a king," Danhausen tells him.

"Well," Darby replies, "we're gonna need a bigger one."

Hook reaches across to grab Jack's hand. It's nice, tangling their fingers together. He likes this; likes the ability to just do it. He smiles up at the single domed ceiling light. "Will we?"

"Yeah," Jack says, and squeezes Hook's thumb.

[drathanasius]

[top-shelf-tender]

Tell them everything meme: I'm worried that the person you once were is going to scare me. I'm worried that once I find out what you were like, I'll be too much a coward to love you.

Husk’s gaze dropped to the bottle in his hand, angling it to catch his reflection in the colored glass. He was looking better these days. Since the renovations to the Hotel, Husk felt a renewed sense of purpose, and it showed in his updated manner of dressing and care in grooming. He took pride in himself again, in presenting an image that would help Charlie bolster confidence in potential new patrons…but he still didn’t quite see the ruthless Overlord that had once stared back from casino mirrors and penthouse windowpanes.

He could feel a lump forming in his throat as he mulled over the words. Husk had never pretended he was anything more than a greedy, thrill-addicted drunkard. He didn’t seek to ascend to Heaven because he knew, resolutely, that Hell was exactly where he belonged. Yet, this heart-wrenching confession hurt because it clearly belonged to someone who cared about him. Someone he could very well hurt and disappoint. Husk may not care about redemption, but he did care about those close to him.

“It’s a very real possibility,” he finally rasped, ears pressing flat. “I’m not gonna sugar coat anything. I’ll tell you the unfiltered truth if that’s what you need, but you wouldn’t be a coward for havin’ the common sense to leave me behind…” With a sigh, the cat raised the bottle to his lips and drank.

[gomi-chan]

Lol just made a silly thing just cuz lolololol