#Twenties the Show

[urjuesfav]

SAVE ME JONICA T GIBBS

[pepperpepi]

i drew this a few days ago and forgot to post it hi

[cyani07]

even when i doubt you, im no good without you

[riggsink]

trying to practice drawing everyone without reference, first up are the lesbians

I love the look of casey's tattoo, but it'll probably never be drawn consistent RIP

[ink-through-her-veins]

Arthur starts out as an insufferable spoiled brat who falls madly in love with his mouthy servant. So madly in love that he risks his life time and again to save Merlin. Thankfully, Merlin’s an oblivious idiot. Unfortunately, the people around him are not. So while Merlin doesn’t notice that Arthur’s so in love with him he can’t function, everyone else is like “he’s so in love with you, he’d die for you” and Merlin’s like “nah, he’d do that for anyone. He’s just like that.”

And now, sweating bullets, Arthur has to start risking his life for peasants and anyone in danger like he’s truly noble, or Merlin’s gonna figure out that he’s in love with him.

Literally, Arthur experienced so much character growth to keep himself in that closet when he could of just said, “Nope, it’s you Merlin. I don’t give a flying fuck about anyone else.”

[malakas-vihallas]

I wonder what Caitlyn's last thoughts might have been?

This scene is still so painful.

[tobythetrashyartist]

”why dø yøu persist, after everything i've døne?”

“because i prømised yøu.”

i was trying to copy the art style of the show, but i think i just ended up combining it to my usual style lmao

here's a version without the effects and stuff bc i loved how i rendered it and y'all must see it too

[poirott]

Hercule Poirot + festive

AGATHA CHRISTIE'S POIROT (1989-2013)

[clancysletter]

please use discretion when you're messing with the message man — for anonymous

[beetlebug---1]

Promptober day 30: love 💕

[fanfiction-obsession]

So story time. I���m on a competitive weightlifting team (for fun) and that means I spend a lot of time around many very straight men (which truly could be its own story series) but today we had some downtime and were bored so we were talking about opinions we have on shows and one of them turns to me and goes, “I bet you have some really good Phineas and Ferb takes,” because I am nothing if not, incredibly predictable. So I gave some of my milder hot takes (because I did not know how safe the space was) and he goes, “cool, mine is that Perry and Doof are in love with each other.”

Y’ALL. THE WAY I SWIVELED AROUND SO FAST. Like I need you guys to understand this is a man who does Olympic-style weightlifting at the national level, has a full beard, and religiously eats a pound of beef a day to meet his protein goals. I was like Owen what the fuck and he was just sitting next to me, grinning, and watching me vibrate at a speed known only to autistics as I struggled to string together two coherent thoughts that weren’t holyshitholyshitholyshit.

And when I finally managed to get a thought together I expressed how shocked I was, and this man just goes, “well of course I ship them, I’ve seen the show.”

[chronicowboy]

good dogs don't run away | 1.1k

Eddie is smiling at him. Soft and fond and sure. God, sure. And he's pink. So pink. And Buck wants to kiss him so badly he's stupid with it. And that's new. But it's not. And Buck's never been so confused in his life, but he's somehow the most certain he's ever been. About this. About them.

Because Eddie came back. Chris in tow. And now they're on Eddie's couch which is still Buck's legally. He thinks. He can't remember much of his panic-induced deep dive into the ins and outs of subletting. But he thinks that the couch is his. Theirs. Might have always been theirs.

He's so fucking stupid. But Eddie is too. They share everything, it seems. The world around them not split down the middle, but woven together by their own two hands. Built from the ground up. Christopher's cement between their bricks.

Home. Not a haunted house anymore. Just home.

Eddie clears his throat, scrubs a hand over his smile, and Buck has the insane urge to slap his hand away. Doesn't want anyone to touch that smile but him. Not even Eddie himself. And Eddie must see something on him because he ducks his head and huffs a laugh and comes up pinker than before.

"I, um, well..." Eddie shrugs, all nervous bashfulness that makes Buck want to put him in his pocket, maybe his ribcage, just to keep him close, safe. "I'd ask you to move in, but..."

"Hate to break it to you, Eddie." His lips curl around the name differently now. Or maybe they don't. Maybe he's always said Eddie's name like it was his favourite word, a plea, a prayer. "But I've got another month of rent down on this place, so if anyone was asking anyone to move in, it'd be me."

And, holy fucking shit, he's flirting. With Eddie. Honest to God flirting. About moving in together. Which they've already done. Because Buck couldn't bear the thought of a stranger living in Eddie's house anymore than he could bear the thought of Eddie and Chris being apart for longer than necessary.

Eddie, still smiling, still pink, rolls his eyes. Shakes his head. Fond. So fucking fond. Buck feels adored. Doesn't know what to do with it.

"Buck, it's literally my house." And, shit, has Eddie always says his name like that? Like a goddamn sacrament?

"My name is on the lease, Eddie." Bullshitting again. Can't remember a single fucking thing about property law when Eddie's big, brown eyes are looking at him like nothing else exists in the world.

"I'm the owner." He gets indignant then. That squawky, disbelieving tenor to his voice that only ever pops out when Buck is being ridiculous. And Buck wants to fucking drink it or something. Loves him. Loves him so much.

"I'm the one paying for the place right now."

"Yeah, paying me," Eddie says, incredulous. "If anything, right now, I'm your landlord."

"Ooh, hot," Buck teases with an eyebrow waggle, swaying forward just to test the waters. Eddie flushes a deeper pink, drifts towards Buck like a magnet. Buck clears his throat, slaps on that coquettish expression he'd perfected at nineteen years old, lonely and horny. It feels wrong on his face in front of Eddie, so full of love - still horny. "You know, I had a bit of trouble with my rent for this month..."

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie quirks an eyebrow, smiles wider, canines peeking out. Christ. "How are you going to make it up?"

"I'm sure we can come up with an—" Buck sets his hand on Eddie's thigh, has to bite back a grin at the sharp breath Eddie sucks in "—alternative payment plan."

"God, you're insufferable," Eddie says, leaning forward enough to brush his nose against Buck's. He swallows, throat clicking, and Eddie's smile widens again.

"And yet you suffer me anyway," Buck murmurs.

"Always."

Eddie kisses him then. But they're both smiling. It's more just pressing their mouths together and trying not to giggle. But it's the best kiss of his life. He's kissing Eddie. Eddie Diaz. His best friend. Partner of seven years. The love of his life. And it's a terrible kiss because neither of them can stop fucking smiling which makes it the best kiss of his whole entire life. And then, Eddie's hand finds its way to the back of Buck's neck, tilts his head just so, and oh. Oh. Every kiss with Eddie is going to be the best kiss of his life, huh?

They trade gentle, teasing kisses back and forth for what could be hours, days, weeks, months. For all Buck knows they could have been kissing longer than Eddie was in Texas. Likes the idea of that. They're sharing the same oxygen, and Buck thinks he doesn't want to breathe any air that Eddie hasn't already dragged into his lungs. Kind of wants Eddie to inhale him all the way in so Buck can live in his chest and make sure his lungs stay working always.

Eddie hums against his lips, and Buck wants to do something drastic. Wants to level the state of Texas with the sheer force of his all-consuming joy. Forgets Texas exists entirely when Eddie's hand begins to drag over his skin. Down from the back of his neck with a final scratch to his scalp that makes Buck keen, down to that spot on his shoulder that has been Eddie's longer than either of them knew, down to Buck's chest, settling over his heart. And Buck is helpless against the wounded noise that falls from his lips.

"Stay," Eddie whispers against him.

"I-I have a few conditions," Buck replies, somehow unknotting his tongue from its mission to tangle itself with Eddie's uvula.

"Of course you do." Eddie scoffs, pushes him away with the hand on his chest, then reels him back in by the collar of his shirt.

"Just one teeny one," Buck promises, bumping his forehead into Eddie's and then staying there. He gets distracted for a moment, lost in the brown of Eddie's eyes. "You're not allowed to leave the house for more than 24 hours at a time."

"Buck."

"Fine, forty-eight hours."

"Buck."

"Seventy-two hours and that's my final offer."

Eddie's eyes flutter shut with a sigh, long lashes brushing his cheeks. He shakes his head, but another brighter smile tugs at his cheeks.

"Deal," he rasps. And Buck thinks maybe, maybe, Eddie is going to give him his own time limit, stop Buck from ever leaving too long. But he knows. He always knows.

Eddie told him to stay. And Buck is nothing if not a good dog.

[foolishfantasia]

People who still think Infinity Train got cancelled because they, sanded a character to bits, cremated a conscious white man, and okayed a monster with severed arms make me laugh because Owen, the man, Dennis has already confirmed that CN & HBO had no problem with their insane deadly ideas. If anything they were pretty quick to approve them.

Yah wanna know what didn't get approved so quickly/approved begrudgingly? Jesse's American Indian/Native heritage and the Rymin's heartfelt conversation about how it isn't easy to be Asian American/Asian Canadian in any creative industry. Why did Jesse being himself take 7 months to be approved? What did Dennis mean when he said a similar thing happened with Min and Ryan?

[doctorsiren]

“Can’t change what you’ve done.”

[necroticboop]

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA : ↳ S02E20, Lay Down Your Burdens

[corvesha]