#They were roommates

[mothsaresc4ry]

Wednesday: *turning around in her chair* Enid. I have thought about spending some "quality time" with you. Would you be interested in that?

Enid: OMG! I've been waiting three months for that!! YES

Wednesday: good. Tomorrow at five, Lurch will pick you up.

Enid: Okay! Hihi

---- the next day at five ----

Wednesday: *tosses a small package* first time holding a grenade?

Enid: *catches it with trembling hands* y-yes.. it was never really a goal of mine..

Wednesday wasn't allowed to plan the next few "quality times"

[livpet]

No one in any universe can convince me that Frodo and Sam weren’t deeply, unendingly in love with each other. It’s simply an objective fact. I have no evidence to prove this, but I’m entirely convinced that they were so overtly gay that Tolkien was forced by his publisher or editor or somebody to make Sam marry a woman in the end. Sam never mentioned Rosie even once until they were already in Mordor. He was constantly ruminating on everything and everyone that was important to him, but we’re supposed to believe that he managed to forget the Cottons, his favorite family aside from the Baggins allegedly, until the last act of the last book in the trilogy? I don’t buy it for a second. Even the One Ring didn’t try to tempt him with winning over Rosie. And then, when they’re home and Sam is thinking of marrying her, he literally tells Frodo that the reason he’s hesitating is because it would mean not getting to live with him anymore. So Frodo just invites Rosie to live with them because he doesn’t want Sam to leave either. Then, the cherry on top of their completely obviously adorably gay sundae of devotion, the second Rosie is buried, Sam gets his affairs in order and hightails it to the Grey Havens to spend eternity in bliss with not his wife of many years, but his “roommate.”

[patheticjayce]

What if...

Re-Animator AU?

➕️

Yeah? No? Maybe?

[creepst-crypt]

Wouldn’t it be horrible if he’d witnessed something so scary while in Gravity Falls that he makes a memory gun and ends up using too much to the point he loses his own self identity for the next 30 years and never returns home.

[lambjurk]

So like,,,,, definitely didn’t JUST fight in the Honda Odyssey

[crabbys-stuff]

They indeed match each others freak

[deadsetobsessions]

Short DPXDC prompt #2, from @stealingyourbones.

“It’ll be good for you!” Dick threw an arm around Tim’s shoulders as he beamed his way through Gotham U’s campus.

“I could have done this online. They have virtual degrees. I could have hacked my way into one.”

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t get the authentic experience!”

The group arrived at the dorm building, one of many, and Damian gave it a dubious once over.

“If this is authentic, I refuse to be a part of the locals.” Damian quietly remarked, before peering cautiously at Dick. “I have obtained my degrees. I do not need this experience.”

“It’s really not that bad, guys.”

“How would you know? You went to Blüdhaven for college.” Tim retorted with the voice of a young man resigned to despair. “You lived off campus and your door pin was Zitka’s birthday, month first then date second.”

“… Tim, why the fuck do you know that.”

“When I knocked on your door, that was just common courtesy. I didn’t actually need you to open it. I could have opened it myself.”

Dick’s smile brightens even further, with the light of an LED bulb instead of his usual sun, and places a hand on Tim’s head. “You’re creepy sometimes, you know that?”

“And you’re careless sometimes, you know that?” Tim groused. “Ugh, whatever. Let’s just get this over with. I can’t believe I’m going to have a roommate.”

“It’ll be fun! And if it isn’t, you can always swap roomies. We have enough pull to have that happen.”

“Doubtlessly.” Damian said. “This campus barely passes the bar of acceptability. Why is the campus like this. Why is it incorporated into the city.”

Tim smirked. Even though Damian spoke with formal language only found in the highest of echelons of society, Jon’s influence was beginning to make itself known. Good for him, the little shit. Privately, Tim thought the presence of a Kryptonian brought out the better sides of a bat. God knows Kon did, for him.

“Okay, enough whining you two! Let’s get Tim settled in.”

Tim elbowed Dick in the gut and kept walking into the building as his big brother wheezed dramatically. Damian rolled his eyes- he’s seen Nightwing take harder hits than Drake’s pointy elbows and walk it off- and followed. Unbeknownst to them, Dick all but beamed with joy at their solidarity. His plan was working.

——

Tim settled into the dorm, disgruntled at the small and uncomfortable twin mattress. The dorm smelt of faint mildew, had at least ten safety code violations, and had ventilation that probably hasn’t been cleaned since the last fear gas attack. The vent thing honestly might explain the state of Gotham U’s students and their proclivities to become supervillains. Tim is more tempted to go into villainy than ever before with these conditions.

That is, until his roomie walked in.

Step 1) reboot brain.

Holy shit, his roomie was HOT.

Step 2) notice all the weird things his roomie all showed unconsciously. Too graceful. Walking carefully, like how Kon does sometimes when he’s remembering to be careful with his fragile surroundings. Meta? Too sharp teeth.

Wait. Sharp teeth?

“Uh, hi. I’m Danny. You must be my roommate. Tim, right?” The guy, Danny, had a deep voice. And too sharp teeth. Because he smiled. It was a damn nice smile.

Step 3) bi panic. DID TIM MENTION HE WAS HOT??

“Uh. Hi. Yeah, I’m Tim.”

“Cool. What’re you majoring in?”

“Forensic Analysis. You?”

“Aerospace engineering.”

They looked at each other awkwardly. “Cool, I’m just gonna set my stuff down.”

“You’re not from here, right?” Tim asked and promptly flushed when an amused smile gets thrown his way.

“The accent give it away?”

“Yeah. Uh. You want a tour, man?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

——

It was flashes of things.

“Oh. I don’t go anywhere without my thermos.” Danny smiled, patting the dented thing. Except, Tim’s never seen him drink from it.

Or:

“Oh, woah. Food’s not attacking me.” And the thing is, Danny actually looked apprehensive before poking at the cafeteria food.

What??

And a month passes before Tim realizes he’s one hundred percent absolutely fucked.

Because it’s one thing if it’s an extremely attractive dork with brains and humor.

It’s an entirely different thing if the extremely attractive dork with brains and humor was a complete and total mystery. Tim is an absolute sucker for mysteries. It’s even more attractive than smacking him in the face with a brick!

“Hey, Tim?”

“Uh. Yeah?” Tim screamed at himself. He’s dated like fifteen different people! Why the hell is he so awkward with Danny?

(Tim was always awkward. He has that autistic rizz.)

“Tell me more about blood splatters?” Danny asked with a hopeful smile. Tim folded like wet paper. (It helps that he knows a lot- too much- about analyzing blood splatters.)

——

Outside of their window, Nightwing cackled to himself. It was worth using the Wayne name to get Tim the most interesting college kid Dick could find as a roommate. Who said Tim had the market corner on stalking anyways?

Nightwing flipped off of the roof, all but skipping home.

Robin, his patrol partner for the night, grimaced. For all Richard was his favorite, the man unsettled him at times.

[turnipoddity]

TURNIPODDITY.....

drop another HOUSE MD and my Life is yours.....

give me your soul

[babydipper]

“How did you know how to do it?”

“Do what?”

“Stitch me up.”

“It's just sewing.”

“And the IV?”

Jazz’s mouth opens, then closes as she also closes her eyes. He lets her think about the answer, a good enough lie. “A friend had a doctor phase a few years ago. We would try to do a lot of things on fake skin before she moved on to tattooing.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I am telling the truth. Look, I had- I had a weird childhood, so sometimes I had to improvise.”

“No, I believe you,” he says, and he means it. It's so stupid she couldn't make it up. There's also a part of his still light-headed brain that can translate weird childhood and improvise into what it truly means. Maybe she has lied, but not about the thing he thought she would, and it counts for something. The wind on the roof gives him shivers. “Why would you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Help me out. It's none of your business.”

Jazz watches him attentively and there's something about it that makes his muscles tense, body fully ready to jump. She tilts her head just slightly. “We live together,” she points out as if it explains everything. As always, it doesn't. Then she bites her lip. “I- I have never had anyone to catch me if I fall. I guessed you don't have anyone like this either.”

It hits him harder than the fucking bullet last night. “You think I would catch you.”

Jazz smiles and it's full of mischief. Then, like a fucking psycho she is, she leans back out the edge of the building.

He has her arm in an iron grip before he can think about it and pulls so hard, she stumbles forward and falls onto him, laughing, bouncing back like a tennis ball. “Are you fucking insane?”

Jazz just laughs harder, her forehead on Jason's chest, her arm still firmly kept in his hand. “Now we both know you would catch me.”

“You are so full of shit,” he grumbles, but the vibration on his skin manages to calm his heart back to a rational tempo. “You could have died.” It makes her burst out into a fit of giggles. “I got shot last night, you dipshit, I wouldn't be able to jump after you.” Not to mention the lack of proper equipment.

“Sorry I needed an outlet after literally saving your ass.”

Jason closes his eyes, trying to contain the laughter, “I will push you.” The wound was on his inner thigh, not his ass, so she can fuck right off for all he cares.

“I'd like to see you try,” she bites back. “You should have this checked out, by the way. Are you even vaccinated?”

“No need to.”

“I'll drive,” she gets off him, deaf to anything he says, and starts to climb down.

Jason follows. She doesn't even know the address. “Like hell, you will.” The story on AO3

[br4e1yn]

The worst person you know is actually a bisexual

[pandorianbastard]

Jayvik cosmic horror au

Okay, once I saw some amazing Jayvik art by @attckher and I was like HELL YEAH! It inspired me to create something with similar vibe, cuz I'm a big fan of Annihilation (mostly the book version). I'll leave this fanart here for now, but I'd really love to write an Arcane x Annihilation crossover fanfiction as well.

[hyperfixatingsohardrn]

Viktor smells like Jayce Talis it’s canon

[schpect]

kissgirls

[incorrectdarmok]

[ID by @sage-was-stolen:

Images are from the "Star Trek: The Next Generation" episode "Darmok".

First image: A closeup of Picard as he speaks to a wounded Dathon, in an attempt to comfort him. Captions are added that read: "And... they were roommates."

Second image: A closeup of Dathon responding and smiling while laid down. Captions are added that read: "(Laughing) They were roommates!"

End ID]

[cas-dyke]

sometimes i wish cas could’ve seen how dean was doing during times he was “dead”, just so he could know how devastatingly and entirely loved he was. like, if he saw dean being fully suicidal every time cas disappeared, i feel like he would have no choice but to see that he meant everything something

the face of a man who is coping well with the loss of a buddy

[turbotastico]

I like to think that Felix and Turbo didn’t get along at first. Turbo, being the competitive freak he is, sees Felix as a potential rival and frequently scoffs at him or tries to annoy him.

On the other hand, Felix tries to be patient and a good neighbor, but Turbo often manages to get on his nerves.

For Turbo, this scoffing soon turns into a need for attention

Felix’s attention

even though he doesn’t quite understand why.

For Felix, tolerating Turbo becomes a habit and he stops getting as frustrated as before, focusing on other things, which only makes Turbo crave his attention more.

Turbo: “You may be the shiny perfect new game, but everyone knows who’s really the best around here, repair-boy”

Felix: “Come on, Turbo, there's no need to be so jealous. Just... stop bugging me. It's not my fault everyone’s playing my game-”

Turbo: “The gamers might like you for now, but let’s face it, it’s me they truly adore”