#THAT'S THE GOOD STUFF

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

Bantering enemies-to-lovers is all well and good, but "I genuinely want to murder you" to "I would give my life for you" is just perfection

[goodomensao3tagoftheday]

[acourtoffeyandfables]

Fabian throwing a banger of a party and being a maximum legend but also having to constantly remind his friends that he's cool now

[fivewantscoffee]

Paradox psychosis makes this impossible, but I still really love the idea of an AU where, after the world is saved, an actual 13-year-old Five shows up at the Academy.

Because even if the apocalypse didn't happen, that boy who ran out of the Academy sixteen years ago still time travelled. He doesn't end up in the apocalypse this time because there is no apocalypse for him to end up in, but that does mean that until Five can work out the math to send him back, there are two Fives in 2019.

And maybe the younger Five only stays for a little while, but here's the part I keep thinking about: how would our Five feel when he's suddenly faced with this version of himself?

This child who is still brash and arrogant, full of confidence in himself and his abilities? This child who doesn't know time travel but still jumped through time purely because he figured out he could, because his dad had the audacity not to let him.

This child he can barely stand to look at, or listen to, because he is everything Five was on the day he made the biggest mistake of his life.

To make things worse, what if there's a part of him that's jealous of how easily his younger self fits back into the picture? He's still out of his depth, but he hasn't had forty-five years of isolation to make their siblings strangers to him, nor him to them.

In fact, the younger Five is the one they remember. He's the Five they've missed for sixteen years. How could he watch them interact, still struggling with how to, and not be jealous?

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

Unpopular opinion time:

You know what's better than putting a character into shit?

Getting said character out of it and them becoming wiser, stronger and happier than ever!

[domi091]

Y'all ready for today's update of ( an unstoppable force between static starts ) from @skimmingmilk

I'm mentally unwell and I can't wait I'm literally feeling the adrenaline rush thru me from excitement y'all bbbvgvhknnnkjhhvgg I can't wait

If you're not reading this WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE go shed some tears fam

(Skimmingmilk please take your time tho)

[kennys-parka-jacket]

I need to compile a comfort compilation of all the times someone acts concerned about kenny's death. Or just acts normal about him dying.

[wisegirlandseaweedbrainforever]

Tmnt crossover with all cartoon tv shows, AND they don't make fun of the 87 boys and take them and their roll in the story seriously?

Yes please!

[twodiamondhoes]

I AM HERE TO BE A PLAGUE

BUT

Golden Timeline, Tango and Etho sparring

OR

Red Dwarf AU Ace interacting with Grian vs Ace interacting with Scar (I have so much sekrit knowledge)

Ohohohoho you thought that you were going to trip me up and get me to post something spoilery, didn't you!

.... well you were right. BUT if you thought you were going to get Golden Timeline Tangtho silliness with this prompt, prepare to be disappointed! *Throws confetti* SURPRISE!! Bdubs introspection!!

(Context: Golden Timeline is our affectionate nickname for a "What If" style au if Etho had made one different decision in Dirges. It's surprising how much came down to one conversation, and Etho's inability to admit how scared he was, and how much Skizz meant to him.)

It was moments like this where he recognized Etho the most, Bdubs thought. Where he could see past the years—past Skizz, and Ren, and the Devil himself, past war and death and mud and blood at the base of a fallen tree to the man that he’d first fallen in love with. He heard the sound of Tango hitting the ground (again) and looked up.

“Are you going to keep tormenting him all day?” he asked, in a language that only they spoke, anymore. Time had moved on without them, and taken the last vestiges of familiarity with them. It was part of why Bdubs had caved, at last, and let them go to America.

Tango was picking up on some phrases here and there, some intonations. Languages weren’t where his genius lay, but it was hard to be around them and not pick up a few things.

“He has to learn,” Etho said, his jaw tight in a way that Bdubs wished he didn’t remember.

If he tried, he was sure he could smell horses and the stink of hundreds of men. He was sure he could conjure up, word for word, the speech Beckett made at the mouth of the Garonne, so close was this one to the look that Etho had on his face that day.

He had always cared too much.

“Just don’t break him.” Bdubs said, and left, because he couldn’t stand there and watch with the memories of the screams of men whose names even they had forgotten in his ears.

As he left, he heard Tango behind him, climbing back out of the mud—no, Bdubs shook his head sharply.

There was no mud. It hadn’t rained in weeks. The closest was where Tango spat into the dirt, shaking his limbs out, a fire in his eyes that said he wasn't going to stop until Etho made him.

“Are we going again, or what?”

Bdubs rubbed at the skin over his heart, where he’d once held half of a Breton’s polearm close to his chest, and went to tend the horses.

Later, Tango would come and put a hand on his arm, let Bdubs lean into his shoulder for a moment, and then drag him back to the fireside and force the sounds of ancient memories out of his ears with raucous laughter.

He would wait until Tango was asleep and whisper apologies for his every failure into the air, and hope that at least the stars were listening, that perhaps a saint would be a sympathetic messenger. He would close his eyes and spend the rest of the night wishing that his crystal-clear memory would let him see Etho’s face once more, unscarred by Beckett’s mistakes, open and easy. If they had ever gotten to reach Heaven he would have seen it there, but those doors were closed to them both forever.

But, he thought, an eternity with Etho—and now Tango, as well—by his side was a close second.

[doortotomorrow]

garron : bones to pick

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

You're immortal and you can never die of any injury. This superpower you were born with is enough to make all the demons envy you.

Suicidal Immortal Beings, my love

[godnattakatta]

there’s no one like Macavity

[lynne-monstr]

going absolutely feral at the onmyoji episode 8 flashbacks. specifically the one of hiromasa at court when he sees seimei, and immediately slings an arm around him and happily starts chatting. I need at least 80 outsider pov fics about the court gossip after that happened in broad daylight.

[unclassedguy]

I swear childhood movies seemed like the normalest thing ever as kids but then when you look back on them it seems like a fever dream.

Like, what do you mean as a kid I watched a movie about a talking truck becoming a secret agent in a world populated by automobiles???? Or one about a french rat that wants to be a chef controlling some guy by the hair and cooking the tastiest shit imaginable only for everyone to find out that the guy is actually the son of a famous chef?????

And then there's those weird movies you watched that you don't even remember the names of but haunt your dreams in the dead of night when you least expect it and that nobody but you remembers.

[im-no-jedi]

I have very specific desires for the season finale and future of TBB obviously ROFL