#THIS stuck in my head sorry sorry

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[o-lanterns]

[ID: Simon sitting next to Prismo, "So... Why did you make Ice Queen like that?" Prismo asks "Like what. Cunty? ... Milfy?" Simon looks tired and doesn't know how to respond. end ID.]

[millenianthemums]

hey i was caramelizing your boyfriend and he uh. he stuck to the pan. yeah i didn’t deglaze it enough and he’s really burnt on there. i mean we can soak him for a while and see if we can scrape him up but i’m not optimistic. sorry.

[trisarahtops-sketches]

Little dinosaur fast speed running very quickly rapid dashing

[panthermouthh]

Where Johnny goes, the Devil follows; where Johnny goes, the Devil is already there.

Based on "A cornstalk fiddle" by the incredible @notbecauseofvictories

Finally finished this comic after months of zero progress. I adore this story and think about it often, and am so happy to finally be able to share this fan work with you. I hope you all enjoy!

[whump-in-the-closet]

weak in the knees for situations where a stoic whumpee allows someone to help them. they don't say a word of acceptance but they don't protest either. Too injured to say no and too tired to deny they need it. Just grudgingly letting a gentle hand guide them to a bed or to wrap a wound. Then a quiet, "thank you." in between sharp breathing as they try not to break down in front of someone else. Love love love shielded vulnerability

[nothing-particularly-exciting]

LIFE, IT NEVER DIE

WOMEN ARE MY FAVOURITE GUY

SEX, I’M WANTING MORE

TELL THE WORLD, “STOP THE WAR”

[thatswhatsushesaid]

huaisang, do you have spurs that jingle jangle jingle as you go ridin' merrily along--

[mulderscully]

"Henry gives as good as he gets, hooking one knee around the back of Alex's thigh for leverage, delicate royal sensibilities nowhere in the cut of his teeth. Alex has been learning for a while Henry isn't what he thought, but it's something else to feel it this close up, the quiet burn in him, the pent-up person under the perfect veneer who tries and pushes and wants." — RED WHITE & ROYAL BLUE, page 133

[rusty-gloinks]

joy and whimsy

[visismu]

"Bitches know they can't catch me (Vroom, vroom) Cute, sexy and my ride's sporty (Vroom, vroom) Those slugs know they can't catch me (Vroom, vroom) Beep, beep"

[moonhibs]

I just feel like she hopes she'll become someone better but cries knowing she won't.

[samus-arans-sweaty-pits-n-balls]

[were-changing-cake-vaults]

Gem would like to pretend that things are normal around Magic Mountain.

Or, well, that everyone else is normal, and she’s keeping all the weirdness to herself. She’s the one who decided to go a little creepy this season, after all, and as far as she can tell, she’s the only one smelling the rot coming from the river. All her neighbors should be fine, and have only commented that her boat burns a lot of coal fumes that sort of reek. It’s definitely not rot, and things are normal for them, and they are decidedly abnormal for her.

Which is fine! Gem wants her friends safe! Sure, she’s been hearing weird gurgling noises from the flooded caves that line the beaches, but she’s probably just hallucinating. Or maybe Scar is smacking salmon heads on note blocks again, despite living on the other side of the mountain. And sure, Impulse died and came back completely washed of color, but that’s just a demise thing. It’s just the creepy she dragged along with her- Joel’s totally fine, and that’s enough evidence for her.

Well, it would be if not for the fact that the salmon she’s been getting from fishing are starting to look…strange, all sharp-finned and much slimier than normal. And the cod, too, have far too many gills, like gashes down their sides. Grian pulls up a fish one afternoon and Gem swears it’s got six eyes, but Grian only remarks them as “weird patterning” and shoves it right into the furnace for cooking.

He’s been eating a lot of fish, recently, straight from this very river, the one that smells of rot. Caught them all himself. He’s also been fishing a lot- Gem doesn’t know the last time he worked on his base. He keeps trying to dredge up a book. She asks him one day why he keeps going if he’s already got a ton of books from the water, and he sounds haggard when he replies:

“The book, Gem. I’m not looking for a book. I’m looking for the book. It’ll give me all the answers I need. I haven’t found it yet, but the ocean will provide for me. I know it’s the next one.”

Something in the way he looks at her makes her gut twist. His eyes are empty, glossed over, and she knows the joke is that he looks like a cod, but it’s- he’s different, now, washed out and shiny skin, little to no meat on his bones, bags like pits under his soulless eyes. Something about the way he phrased that—the ocean will provide for me—makes her spine recoil back, feet dragged backwards towards her boat. A fear-stricken laugh bubbles up Gem throat as she tries to remember the last time he wasn’t fishing. When was the last time he slept?

Come to think of it, when was the last time she slept? Isn’t there a warning for those who stay up too late?

And when she tells him it’s an addiction, Grian just laughs it off, throws his rod into the sea, and pats the seat next to him. And then there she is, fishing alongside him, like she was always doing. She was planning to do this, yes. More and more of Magic Mountain arrives, plus Etho, who brings along a disc to put them in the mood. It’s a swan song.

The ocean sings back. It gives her an image of a great tall lighthouse, cherished by watery angels, who dance around it. It gives her the size, the colors, the materials to recreate it in verse. She smiles. It tells them all to knock another hermit off the list of survivors. She grins.

Before turning to join the group on their quest, Gem looks into the water one last time. Staring back is a well-kept woman with long, shiny red hair.

There is a book in her hand.

[teddybeartoji]

grumpy cat dabi x his very unbothered neighbor... you invite him in without a second thought and in his head he judges you for doing so bc hello? doesn't he look.. dangerous? doesn't he look... scary? are you stupid?

you just give him a curious look when you realize that he's still standing by the door and simply tell him to close it behind him.

you offer him something to drink and then invite him over to the living room. this is the first time you're seeing him - you're getting to know each other. this is what this is.

you put on an old crime show and then try to ask some questions but you don't push him too much. he keeps side-eyeing you. bc you're... weird. doesn't this feel awkward? isn't this strange? he doesn't even know why he said yes to your offer. but there you are, unfazed as ever. just casually watching the tv with a stranger a mere few feet away from you. what if he's a killer? what if he's a fucking murderer?

you don't think he looks anything like that.

you think he looks like stray cat who needs some food and a shower.

turning to him, you give him a smile and he averts his gaze quicker than he has ever done before. you reckon he'd hiss at you if you tried to sit any closer. you don't mind. you're patient. you know he'll warm up to you. eventually.

(he does. you keep inviting him in every time you see him. he doesn't think it's that weird anymore. he doesn't think you're weird.)(he might even... like you a bit now.)