#Synical

[blackrosecapri]

and AND . and what of they met as teenagers. have we ever thought about this. i sure have.

[insomnia-goblin]

Feeling in a mood where i want to share dark/self deprecating jokes to someone, rant about politics, and laugh in nihilism.

[ithisatanytime]

(synic)

[thatchickwiththecamera]

One Last Drink?

So…I poured myself a drink tonight. It’s been a long week, it’s finally Friday, and I haven’t had whiskey in a bit. So I decided to pull my favorite bottle out of the cabinet. Well, I’ve had only a few sips and something seems…off?

It tastes almost foreign. It’s the same brown liquid as before when I opened the bottle a few weeks ago. No one has messed with it. I’m the only one that drinks it.

But it just doesn’t taste the same. The flavor is off or at least my reaction has changed. It’s almost like my body is repulsed by it. The smell. The taste. The burn. Everything I used to love and crave. It’s like my brain doesn’t want it anymore and I don’t know why. Is my body trying to tell me something?

Cause for the first time in a long time I’m having to force myself to finish a drink because this shit is $40 a bottle and I hate being wasteful.

It’s this growing up? I know I’m almost 30, but damn.

I didn’t think this would happen.

[benevolentfalcon]

The real reason why French workers have their rights, why they can so frequently turn out for so many protests, why they have this history they can draw on in an instant, is because the French working class is ORGANIZED!! They have worker institutions! Unions are actually politically important there, that's why journalists feel the pressure to treat them fairly.

Don't waste your life and political energy waiting for some ideal insurrection to manifest, like the descent of a benevolent god, but rather GET! YOURSELF! ORGANIZED!!

As someone who did protest in 2020 and 2022 it makes my blood boil when people say we need to protest like the French. We did!!! And the police tried to kill us and everyone else decided that we were thugs and terrorists.

[biribaa]

can i... Can i request Yandere! Dandy X reader who is his old friend?"

Yandere!Dandy x reader who was his old friend

TW/CW: Yandere behavior/themes, stalking, threats(to other toons)

Dandy, despite his very obvious, questionable and murderous actions, and short tamper about... Gaining tapes, genuinly have a good personality. He enjoys to socialize, and help his friends! He just, have some not common beliefs...

In short words, Dandy is synic. You, or anyone, can point out a murder whenever you want, and that big smile with a innocent face will still stand in front of everybody.

Being the charismatic friend that Dandy is, and you being his favorite person ever around Garderview, results in Dandy giving you some discounts some time or other! It was questionable the first time, for you and the other Toons, but you just assumed he wanted to get back to your old friendship.

His smile tremble a little when you abuse of your exclusive discount to give the others what they need/want. But that's okay!!! Everybody are friends : ) ig

Despite everything, Dandy is always trying to push some dialogue with you, kicking his feet and that large smile being a spotlight in his expression. If you suspect from that or not... Its up to you. Because he could listen to you ramble for hours, which is nice coming from someone like

What isn't nice of Dandy, is his jealousy. What Astro or Tisha does that he can't do? Support you? That's the bare minimum from a friend. He could do that and much more if you just let him enter your life again.

Ok, yeah, maybe he stalks you when you are in some floor searching for Ichor. But its for your own protection, he can't let his dear friend move around with his other clumsy friends and hundreds of twisteds out there!

It doesn't take too long until you start to suspect of Dandy for suddenly wanting to join your life again. But for him, he was always there with you, for you.

I can imagine Dandy doing silent and not-so-silent threats to other toons for getting too attached to you. We all know how Dandy is when hes angry.

Before you know it, there's only you in the elevator, and Dandy is more than happy to see you and help you with some sales for his best... friend.

[the-morningstar-family]

Mama lays there. Thin and gaunt like never before. Cassius hasn't come home for days.

He didn't help anyway. He made it worse. It's good he hasn't been there.

Alastor looks at the crying boy. He's just turned 14. Mama had apologized so much for not being able to do something for him. But the boy just took care of her. He'd simply wanted her to get better.

Alastor stares at the corpse. His teeth grind together painfully, and he glares at the boy.

Alastor, voice low: “Can't you do anything right?”

The boy barley looks up, fixated, tearfully, on Mamas cold unmoving face.

Alastor: “How could you just let her go like that? She deserves so much better”

The radio demon's voice is unusually emotional, almost breaking at the end. He doesn't hold anything back, in fact, he lets it grow in his chest.

Alastor: “You could've done so much better!”

The boy is entirely engulfed by the mother's death. Alastor would be understanding if it wasn't this boy. This boy is the exception.

Alastor: “You could've stolen his money, for a doctor or at least medicine. Why didn't you?”

His words are almost pleading now. The command sucked away. Almost begging himself to find an answer. Why he didn't do this or that? Turn the time back and do anything to avoid the inevitable, what already happened

Alastor: “Get this under control”

He motions to the boy's tears but doesn't really look at him anymore.

Alastor: “You know he won't care”

If one listens very closely, there's a soft note to it. A little sorrow for the. Boy with a father who won't cry with him. Who won't help him at all, and worse, might pose a tantrum for the emotions in the first place. A few more shuddering sobs. And the boy takes a deep breath. Then he gets up and wipes his tears away. With shaky hands he rearranges the blanket of his Mama, then does her hair one last time. She is so still and cold and unmoving. He just wonders how he'll arrange a funeral, without any money.

Alastor stares at the cloth. Almost tempted to pull it back. She is dead still, but oh does he miss her face. But a blink later he's starring at dirt, and a self made little wooden cross.

The bayou had always been a part of home to Alastor. So he'd taken it to hell.

Though this is not hell's. The boy never could get that money, and after another one of Cassius rage filled rants, he was afraid that he might find her body gone. So after after three days, he puts Mama to rest at their favourite spot under a tree and it's the most empty he's ever felt. The boy is remembering one of Mama's favorite songs in the radio.

Boy: “Well meet again, don't know where don't know Wh- when- b-But I know we'll meet a-again-”

The boy's voice cracks to hard, and his breath is too uneven to continue to sing.

Alastor: “You won't”

He says matter of factly. But as another sharp breath is drawn in, the boy burries his head in his arms. And suddenly, the demon doesn't have the heart to remain synical.

Alastor: “... It is for the best, rest assured she's happy.”

The boy looks up at Al as if asking for an answer to a question he doesn't even know.

Alastor: “You will always miss her. But you will learn to bear it”

The boys sobs quiet a bit. They look into nature in front of them. No word is shared. And yet, it feels right somehow. That in someway he's made a step forward, while not having moved at all.

[astridhoff03]

I may not like the httyd live action remake but I still have my little predictions if DeBlois had said the truth about that this movie 80% different.

(Also Fishlegs will have an accent, which seems kinda weird for me at least. I still don’t know how DeBlois wants to deepen a Story that has already a lot of depth, but hey we will see in June.)

1. they stretch the fight with the red death like Spielberg did this ultra long scene in Jurassic Park 2 where Eddy died.

2. they will add at least some new dialogue from what I can tell about the scene on the cliff between Parker and Thames.

3. they show us some things from Toothless‘ perspective.

4. they will add some knowledge from the sequels and TV-Shows.

5. they could give some dragons new cool abilities.

6. use deleted scenes from the original.

7. make fishlegs more synical like he was in the books.

8. use dragons from the books.

9. they will add some new scenes in between the ones they recreated

Or but they probably won’t do it, they would have created a story with all the informations of the trilogy and tv shows and would have created something new out of it.

[hermioneismyrealname]

This was my concern... what what hope did we have in the first place for gmmtv making something like this. Hah! Kinda wish it went to domundi or mame (not really). Heck, Saint's company would understand the message just fine but noooo, we get half-ass ending time skip lazy writing gmmtv.

Welcome to Thai bl, the industry taking after kpop's shit fest with grace.

not even being dramatic when i say that if they recast boss in bounprem's vampire project i will fly directly to the gmmtv building with my flaming pitchfork

[mayzi33]

Guys, I loved the Tails & Vector duo so much you don't understand.

They're literally so in synic

And let me point out something I particularly loved that caught my attetion: the way Vector shakes Tails's hand.

For those who don't know, shaking someone's hand with both of your hands (one under and the other one on top) is usually seen as a respectful yet affectionate way to show that person you trust them. Cause like, you're using BOTH of your hands to greet them and coddling their hand with them, so it's like showing phsyical affection while also keeping it respectful like a handshake should be. I loved it so much.

Please, Sega, give us more interactions of Tails with other characters besides Sonic. Keep this up, please.

[evilvampwhore]

my teacher called us synical buttholes

[bobohu4eva]

I've never posted this kinda thing before but holy shit y'all. Obviously if you follow me here you enjoy reading romance, and this is the best romance story I have ever read. This is also just so much more than your typical romance novel. This honestly kinda made me believe in true love again (despite my writing here I can be very synical lol). It's about love and mental health and how you don't have to be mentally okay to love or be loved. And on top of all that the writing is just so goddamn beautiful. I wish I'd had a pen and sticky notes while reading this cause the number of lines that just blew my mind was crazy. I wish I could write like that. I seriously can't recommend this book enough. I laughed, cried, and everything in between. The characters are both lovable and insufferable but you still end up routing for them so damn hard. 10/10 and one of my new all time favorites. If you love reading about love, read it.

[thelikesofus]

"You didn't have to wait up"

steady steady

911 on Fox | Buddie | 970 Words | Canon Compliant, 6x12 Coda No this is not the five sentence it was supposed to be, it got a little out of control so ahh merry early christmas I guess xx

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"You didn't have to wait up." Buck says as he closes the front door behind him and toes off his shoes in the pale light of the hallway lamp.

"I know," Eddie says from the couch. He's got a mug of half cold camomile tea in his hands and a cushion in his lap as he leans back against the arm of the couch. He draws his knees up to his chest as Buck perches on the couch next to him. He looks tired but more relaxed than he did before he left earlier that afternoon. "But I wanted to make sure you got in alright."

"I have a key." Buck's mouth quirks at the corner and his eyes sparkle, and Eddie's traitorous heart skips a beat.

"Not what I meant." He says.

Buck reaches for the blanket in the basket next to the couch and offers Eddie on end of it as he draps it over his own knees. Eddie offers he his mug and Buck chuckles before accepting it and drinking what it left of Eddie's tea.

"I could have made my own."

"I know, but you just sat down."

Buck hums in response and relaxes back against the back of the couch, Eddie bravely tucks his toes under Buck's thigh and reveales in Buck touch as his hand clasps around Eddie's shin through the blanket, the now empty mug abandoned on the coffee table.

"How was Maddie?" Eddie asks quietly.

Buck's hand rubs up and down his shin and Eddie's not sure if he realizes he's doing it, the repeative motion most likely a subconscious, self soothing action. "Good. We talked, she meant well, with all the visitors and the-the meals. I guess I hadn't really thought about-. I don't know."

His hand stops and slides down onto the blanket.

"I'm sorry, by the way." Buck says and when Eddie raises a brow at him he shrugs. "For dying I guess."

Eddie is surprised by the laugh that bubbles out of him, both humorous and synical. "Wasn't your fault."

"I know but-."

""We've been here before, Buck." Eddie reaches for his hand and plays with Buck's fingers instead of meeting his gaze. "You can't control the weather. I'm just glad you're okay."

Buck relaxes and his fingers fold around Eddie's, just holding. "Me too."

They're quiet for a while, letting the soft yellow light of the hallway bulb drap over them and listening to the branches of the orange tree scratch against the window pane.

"I haven't been sleeping much." Buck whispers and Eddie squeezes his hand, prompting him to continue when he's ready. "Every time I wake up I'm scared I'm back in that place, in the dream."

Eddie runs his thumb along the bumps of Buck's knuckles.

"I wasn't scared like that today."

"What do you mean?"

"When I came here today I really wasn't planning on taking a nap on your couch but when I woke up-." Buck pulls his hand away and rubs both if his palms up his face and Eddie watching his chest expand and his shoulders rise as he takes in a deep breath. "I knew exactly where I was when I woke up, and I wasn't scared. I haven't felt like that since I got out of the hospital."

Eddie might have to go back to the cardiologist because something is definitely wrong with his heart, the way it stutters irregularly. Something in him blooms at the thought of his home being a safe place to Buck.

"You can stay here," Eddie says before he can stop himself. "For as long as you need."

Buck's smile is small and quiet. "Thanks, Eddie. I wouldn't want to hang about like a bad smell but I appreciate the offer."

"You smell just fine to me." Eddie jokes even as he feels his cheek turn pink. " I mean it Buck, you're always welcome here."

"I like being here." Buck admits quietly.

Eddie cups a hand around the ball of Buck's shoulder and squeezes until Buck looks up at him. "I like it when you're here, too."

It's Buck's turn to blush as he ducks his head bashfully and fists his hands in the blanket. Eddie can see him biting the inside of his cheek before he asks, "Can I stay here tonight?"

Eddie reaches for him with both hands. "Come here."

It takes a moment for Buck to understand what he means but eventually he leans to the side and then rotates until he is lent against Eddie's chest, curled into his side with his head on Eddie's shoulder, the both of them tucked closely together under their shared blanket.

At first, Buck is stiff and awkward with long limbs and sharp joints digging into all the softest parts of Eddie but as Eddie runs his hand up Buck's spin and slides down to lay almost flat on the couch, his head resting on the armrest, Buck relaxes into him and they slot into place like puzzle pieces.

"Get some rest, okay." Eddie says. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?" Buck whispers and his lips brush against Eddie's collarbone sending a shiver skittering across his skin, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.

"Always."

Buck's hand clutches at the fabric of Eddie's t-shirt and Eddie turns his nose into his curls. In the morning they'll regret not moving to a real bed, each of them too long, too broad and on the wrong side of thirty to be sleeping together on a couch through the night. But there's a promise to having Buck held tightly in the circle of his arms, his heartbeat tapping out a rhythm against Eddie's side. Steady, sure, and alive.

The blanket is warm and the slow puffs of Buck's breath against his skin lull Eddie to sleep.

Send me the first sentence of a fic and I will write the next five-ish (or a whole fic probably)

[indigoartistrulu2004]

I think the biggest reson loud house fandom dies alot it because no one has fun anymore in it

We use to make rarepairs , headcannons project into the characters now almost all fans do it repeat the same regurageated shit like incest bad ,pedophilia bad , sad loud house cringe, this ship better etc

It very much more synical and i personally do not like it.

You can achnolge the fandom flaws and not suppert the gross shit but when most do it all the time it grows tiering.

Especially ship wars like omg as long it not proshiping keep it to yo self.

You are allow to dislike a ship without harassing someone over it.

Also the sad loud house fanart meme were funny at the beganing but now there boring

[charkyzombicorn]

Hehehehehehehehe

SO!!! HALLOWEEN AU!!!! Franky is a cyborg. But not just like canon!

When Tom graduated as an apprentice, and his master trusted him with the blueprints for Pluton, they also trusted him with a piece of wood about the size of his thumb. Tom never got the chance to explain what it was to Iceberg properly, but when Iceberg was ten and having nightmares he showed it to him once and called it wishing bark when Iceberg had snuck into his office. Iceberg wished he stopped having nightmares. Then later when Franky was found abandoned near the beach he took Franky there and Franky wished for his parents back. Franky didn't get his wish, and eventually Iceberg grew out of believing in wishing bark when he became a teen and a synic, but then when he was 28 something changed.

When he had to find Franky's body, things changed.

Because the sea train was sturdy, and steel and unforgiving over Franky's scrawny frame, and Iceberg could only find so many pieces when he finally caught up to him, could only carry so many, swimming back on his own in grandline waters. By the time he got back Franky wasn't even bleeding anymore.

And no one would help Franky, so once again Iceberg had to pick up after his supid little brother. He wasn't good with biology so he filled Franky's veins with engine fuel and replaced his limbs with the same unforgiving steel that took the first set from him (that killed him, he's dead, he's been dead for days, Iceberg can't escape the smell) and after a month spent awake over a magnifying glass making some of the cleanest works of engineering you'd ever see, over a table that smells just the same as the rest of their house does now, of yelling at his stupid little brother for trying to fight a train and for not waking up, he realized that maybe Franky wouldn't wake up. Maybe Iceberg was equipping a corpse with metal hands precise enough to make themselves over again, with a metal nose that didn't have skin to cover it but wouldn't break and bleed like Franky's always did when he fell on his face. Maybe Iceberg lost his dad and his brother 33 days ago.

So in his lowest moment, he took the childish wishing bark that warded a child's nightmares away, that still owed Franky, and put in in his skull, where Franky could keep it, but it would also stay hidden from people who knew what it actually was and why Tom was hiding it.

But then Franky woke up.

[dnfao3tags]

hello! do you know any completed famous/non-famous works? i find it incredibly hard to find them but it's one of my favourite tropes :( for example i love this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28812039

hello anons! try my tag on it -> here

here are a couple more since it seems due for an update !

famous x non-famous dnf

— Dream has loads of clout and he gets some non famous idiot pregnant by Anonymous (teen | comp. | 17k | mpreg (mario anon wahoo!))

Apparently famous x non famous is far more beloved than I realised

— for a while you were all mine by brokenlikeastitch (teen | comp. | 20k)

When Dream’s lease runs out, George offers him the spare bedroom in his apartment. He rambles when he asks, “I have an extra room, and it’s pet friendly if you ever want a pet or anything. You won’t really have to chip in for rent, it’s pretty affordable so I can handle it.” George is acting like he has to sell it to Dream, and Dream just puts a hand on his shoulder, cutting him off, “You don’t have to convince me, dude. I’ll do it, and I'll help with rent and utilities and groceries, obviously.” He blinks, like he hadn’t expected Dream to say yes that quickly. George looks relieved when he asks, “You sure?” “Positive.”

— He's My Caffeine Fix by etherealkindofpain (teen | comp. | 16k)

In which Dream hates coffee but the coffee bean-haired barista helps make it seem a little less disgusting.

— romantic curses and how to break them by brokenlikeastitch (teen | comp. | 18k)

George is cursed, like there’s no other logical explanation. With every wedding invite he receives, it only solidifies his theory.

— Stan Behaviour by synics (expl. | comp. | 19k)

Clay runs a stan account for a streamer he's slighty obsessed with.