#This ideas just been spinning in my mind

[bathtub4rats]

Scarecrow but he's a small town cryptid

[vaguely-concerned]

Thinking about the symbolic weight of smoking in the TLT universe that comes to the fore in The Unwanted Guest -- the way it moves through from person to person: Pyrrha smoked, and Augustine wanted to impress her in all her stone cold fox MILF James Bond glory (and tbf who wouldn't) so he started too. and even though as far as he knows she's been gone for a myriad and is never coming back, he keeps the habit. Ianthe sees something in the hollowed-out Faberge eggshell of Augustine that resonates with her, all that gilded eloquent emptiness and disdain through the ages, so she picked it up from him to try to emulate it. She picked it up so hard that Palamedes -- the exact spiritual antithesis of the 'smoking! on a space station! what a powermove' ennui Ianthe so admired -- spontaneously unnerded enough to even known how to, simply from a sort of contact contamination of the soul.

G1deon and Augustine sharing a jittery smoke after their near-Harrow experience during soup night, and it's the closest thing to any real sense of brotherhood that remains between them. Pyrrha going ten thousand years dying both literally and for a smoke (and then Camilla sold her fucking cigarettes (for a third of what they were worth, probably Pyrrha's own good, and also more importantly grocery money). what an entirely haunted time to be alive etc.). Augustine and Mercy trading a cigarette back and forth in the middle of their collusion over the love and murder of god.

An act of small and measured self-destruction in the name of something a little bit like connection when you're stuck somewhere in yourself where love itself dares not or cannot tread (ritualized, transmissible)..........

[pray4jensen]

if there's ever a season 2 of the winchesters, i need an episode where lata decides to summon dean and his magical monster-crushing impala and cas shows up too because apparently when the summoning happened, cas must've been gripping dean tight because he got flung through time and space too.

so the kids are like hey who's this, and dean rubs the back of his neck and says it's a friend.

so they're on the case and they're mid-battle when john's thrown straight through a chain-link fence and mary gets a nice face-to-face with a concrete pillar. so when they finally get out of there, lata brings out the first aid kit, except dean grabs it and rushes over to cas because cas just fell onto paper at that very moment and he's got a devastating 1/8 inch cut to his pinky (it's not even bleeding).

cue carlos looking at them with a very strange expression on his face and the heteronormative viewers watching the show laugh and giggle because haha look how funny it is that dean's mother-henning cas when john and mary are personally on their death beds.

anyway, because the rest of the gang was too busy dealing with life-threatening injuries, it's only carlos who notices the weirdness and for the rest of the episode, the camera keeps cutting back to his face every time dean and cas are together.

they head to a diner and lata accidentally drops her entire burger onto the floor. but cas still feels hungry after devouring a platter of fries so when the waitress comes up and lata's about to reorder because she's literally starving, dean butts in and orders cas an eight-course meal. lata throws him a dirty look but carlos once again has a strange strange expression on his face.

and it's like this the entire day. the monster traps them into a meat locker and cas reports feeling chilly so dean immediately takes the jacket off his body and wraps him up and he's already stripping down to his birthday suit to offer cas his body heat. meanwhile john's hemorrhaging on the floor and his temperature is plummeting and mary and lata are freaking out and carlos...oh boy, carlos. he can't even help. he just stares at dean.

finally, after several more instances of dean's cas-induced incompetence, even the others have noticed, so when they get to the motel room for the night, mary angrily lets them know that actually, they don't need dean's help because clearly dean's more preoccupied with his friendship with cas than the literal monster chasing them.

so dean shrugs and says suit yourself and as soon as they're gone, carlos, who's been having a mental breakdown all day, is like they are so not just friends. mary and john, like the heteronormative viewers watching the episode, are like what and they're confused but lata, the realization dawning on her face, says oh my god and starts looking faint.

so john and mary head to the window and to their shock, dean and cas are parked outside, making out in the impala. as it so happens, the monster they've been hunting is out there, creeping closer, except dean (with his tongue still shoved down cas' throat) picks up his gun and shoots once, the monster instantly bursting into a ball of dust, and john and mary just look on incredulously.

anyway, once they recover, they turn back and say um yeah so those two are definitely not straight and carlos just throws up his hands and looks into the camera like it's the office and the episode abruptly ends there.

but, even as the end credits play, you can see still hear the sounds of dean and cas making out though before it slowly turns into suggestive moaning.

[peppermint-moss]

PUT ME IN A BOX, BOY, PUT ME IN A BOX! PUT ME IN A BOX AND CALL ME ANYTHING YOU WANT, BOY! - Worth it by Haley Heynderickx

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Uh oh mr. citrus clementine.... someones in a pickle (been trapped in his own mind for months after having to lobotomize himself to gain critical information that would have otherwise killed him and wiped out any memory of his existence)

commission info || ko-fi (tip jar)

bonus: was messing around with finishing details and accidentally made this which i thought looked sick as fuck

[roboyomo]

i'm gonna be honest every day when i come back home i like. Immediately get hit with a minimum of 2 things that i Need to do (eating and getting work done and what not) and it is like my body is being inflicted with damage over time because it feels too overwhelming knowing i have many tasks to do even though they're. Are literally daily tasks everyone can do in minutes. but it just feels like too much at once even though each task would take so little. But i cannot help it and i end up wasting about 4 hours rotting in bed or doing not what i'm supposed to do and then feeling terrible about not doing shit that i needed to and "oh i Have to make up for it tomorrow i will GET EVERYTHING DONE IMMEDIATELY ONCE I GET HOME"

you'll never fucking guess what happens Again. Dude.

[articskele]

Thinking about....... Sun Onceler.........

[kenobihater]

how surreal it must have been to wake up in the sun's bright warmth after two centuries of darkness... how did he feel? was he in awe? in shock? did it make him happy,or just worry him because the rules had changed?

[the-art-was-blocked-dawg]

What if I told you I like Heinoustuck and I'm making my own rendition of it sometime

Here's my sketch also!

[sammydem0n64]

No way it’s the lizards

Ft them without… certain “accessories” under the cut… lol

[arolesbianism]

I may be failing my plan to not make any isat aus. So there's this guy her name is Euphrasie right. What if I took her and combined what could be 3 separate au concepts into one. And in the process forced myself to go back and reread a bunch of shit to make sure I know how to maximally fuck over this sad wet puppy of a woman

[ghoulangerlee]

There are a LOT of logistic things I'd have to figure out but if I were to somehow spin the Ghost universe into a Dungeons and Dragons game would anyone be interested in that lmao

[coquelicoq]

i finally wrote an xword that i think might be nyt-submittable...i originally wrote it for the local paper though so i now have to go back through and rework the clues to take out the specific local ones and make some of the others harder. i know exactly which day of the week this would run in the nyt (if it gets accepted) because this type of theme always runs on the same day, so at least i know which clue difficulty to aim for, but i'm still finding it difficult to hit that precise level! i'm used to just making the clues as easy as possible because my local paper's audience is mostly people who aren't xword aficionados. i already reworked this puzzle a couple times based on feedback from friends and family but that was all still when i thought i'd be running it in my local paper. i kinda just want to be done with it but i've never had a theme and fill i thought were completely nyt-worthy before!

[lacking-artdration]

today my demons won. i thought about what could've been

[annaofaza]

For some reason, I've been thinking of Knives's "Take me back to the higher dimension!" with Waymond and Evelyn's "You feel it too? Something is off: Your clothes never well as well the next day; your hair never falls in quite the same way. Even your coffee tastes wrong. ... And you stay up every night, wondering to yourself—" "How can we get back?'" exchange in EEAAO.

Like... Knives is trying to create this paradise, this beautiful world where Plants don't have to suffer, and I think he still remembers the innocent days with Vash and Rem, back on Ship Five. Except all of that (to him) was a lie, an illusion, yet he wants to recreate that sense of peace for real—but he's wondering at the same time if it's even possible in the first place. If he can bring it back.

And then Knives creates this illusion with Vash, but he can't make it stick. But he remembers that euphoria of having his brother "back," that peace that's been eluding him, and he so desperately wants that to return. And from that point on, while he's mending, while Vash is Eriks, he'll be thinking, It's possible. It has to be. Just bring me back and I can make the rest happen.

[fortune-maiden]

Eternally torn between Quirin’s note revealing bits about his past and the DK or cryptically begging Varian to forget about the rocks and take care of himself and be safe

[swantonbomb]

been feeling soooo chatty and talkative today usually josie gets the brunt of my overflow of words hehe