#WE'RE GONNA CRASH

[kefilynn]

Josh scaring Ash and Chris to bring them closer 💀💀💀

[alice-the-demon]

I put the audio to this one too (very loud)

[liendrawing7071]

HAPPY ARTFIGHT EVERYONE

[darknessandasong]

[kadkadduwa]

U have the coolest artstyle ever dude

thank you kind stranger... you too

[egophiliac]

Do you have any final theories/desires for Book 7 Part 12?

(slamming fists on table) I DEMAND MORE CHE'NYA

[alchemistc]

the promised follow-up to like pulling teeth. the show is never gonna let them talk this much, but I will continue to do so

suckage ratio

"Sometimes I say things before I think them through," Evan says, and Tommy's brows shoot up. He can feel them being judgy, and he wants them to stop but unfortunately they have a through line to his reactions in a way his mouth doesn't.

This feels like a test.

Tommy keeps his mouth shut, and Evan breathes.

"And I just - you always - I know I say stupid things. I know I should think before I talk, but s-sometimes the words just get backed up and if I don't get them out..." He gestures, some strange swoop over the top of his head, something that might be an explosion. "...a-and then I get flustered, and I say things that - I say things I don't mean the way you think I mean them."

What we've got here is a failure to communicate, Tommy thinks to himself, and tries to get some control over his goddamn eyebrows. The whole face area in general, really. His shoulders, too, which have turned in on themselves and he's already failing this test fucking miserably, he's pretty sure.

He's still here. That was - that was the first thing. The one thing Evan had demanded, before they even thought about...this. This nightmarish scenario where they excavate things they've both buried for safe keeping.

Evan pauses. He's been doing that thing where he leans - feet planted, wrists turned with the full weight of his body leaning into the palms planted on a vertical surface, shoulders shifting, head tilting. Tommy's dubbed it his We Should Talk stance, and every time he's pulled it out since they agreed to try it again it's set Tommy on edge.

His eyebrows aren't a fan of the We Should Talk stance at all.

He wishes there was a rational way to explain to them that this is actually helping.

The shoulders are a lost fucking cause. He perfected protecting his core by rolling in on himself before Evan was even born, and once he stopped playing it straight in both a literal and figurative sense he lost the habit of projecting.

Mostly. A direct hit to his meaty center typically sends him flying back to the comfort of not-being-Tommy, for a while.

"You can - you can say something, now."

Tommy blinks. Processes. He feels like a selfish jackass for taking in Evan's words and immediately spiraling into his own self-pity.

"How -?" Tommy starts, pauses because he's not sure that's the question that will actually get him the answer he needs. "What can I do? To help you with that?"

"I..." Evan looks stumped. Like it never actually crossed his mind to come up with a solution, a bridge between the two of them. It makes Tommy ache, a bit, to think of all the time he's recognized this about himself, to think that no one has ever bothered to ask before. Tommy certainly hadn't. Tommy's been constructing and tinkering with his exit plan from the moment he booked it out the door after asking him out.

("Don't make me ask you for your work schedule, Tommy, I know you didn't have a shift that morning."

"Well it wasn't in the morning, obviously."

"When was it?"

"...28 hours later," he'd said, and immediately added another movie series to the growing list he'd maintained even while they were broken up.)

"We can figure it out together," Tommy says, and the full weight of that hits him like fucking anti-aircraft artillery. He holds up a fist, raises a finger. "Shutting down and bolting doesn't help," he says, and lifts a finger. "The snide comments are a problem." Another finger. Evan blinks and stares at him with something heated simmering in his gaze, and Tommy glances at his own hand long enough to conjure up an eyeroll. "Deflecting into a flirt isn't useful, either," he adds, raising a third finger, which earns him Evan's tongue planting itself in the side of his cheek before he rolls it out to poke between his teeth.

Evan takes a deep breath, shakes the flirty brow loose, sucks his cheeks in like that's a more serious expression. Christ, they're bad at this.

They can get better, though.

"I - I know you're trying to relate with me, but th-the interruptions are... when I lose where I'm going I get frustrated," Evan adds, his own shoulders curled in like the way his mind words is some sort of moral failing, and not one of the most fascinating things about him.

Tommy wishes they were in a place where he knew how to explain how much he adored the things Evan was always trying desperately to keep under the surface.

He still hasn't figure out a way to phrase "Your obsessive nature and idiosyncrasies and the way you're incredibly annoying sometimes make me feel a little feral." in a way that won't be interpreted as an insult.

Tommy holds up a fourth finger. "Add it to the list."

Evan's gaze darts around for a moment like he's thinking about making a physical list, and Tommy wants to bite him.

"You have to stop interpreting shit before I even get to my point," Evan says, looking a little less like this is the first time he's never thought about how to make it work, before. "I'm not a mystery for you to unravel, Tommy, it just takes me a bit to get to where I'm going."

Tommy nods. The eyebrows seem to have settled. Evan shifts his weight, glances again at Tommy's hand - all his fingers and his thumb outstretched. He looks antsy.

Tommy can't help the soft grin that tilts at the corners of his mouth. "You wanna get your phone out, or is this a paper and pen kind of situation?"

Evan's hand digs into his back pocket immediately.

Tommy's shoulders are loose, he realizes, while Evan ducks his head to type.

He hates this, but its the first time in a long time that he hasn't had to temper an immediate urge to lock his heart in a cage and throw away the key.

Evan pauses in his typing. Reaches across the space between them to fold Tommy's pinky and ring fingers down. He pauses. Frowns. Folds Tommy's ring finger back up. "That's blanket permission to call me out when I'm being an asshole."

Tommy sucks in his lips. Fights the urge to press forward and smother his face in kisses, run his fingers through the loose curls he'd thoroughly enjoyed fucking up last night. "After you've finished, maybe," Tommy negotiates, and Evan's face does something complicated, self-admonishment followed by a glance so devastatingly grateful that Tommy's afraid he'll have to fight someone in the future for not just fucking listening to this man.

It'll probably be himself, if he's being honest. No issue there, he's used to that internal battle.

He bullet points his list until he's folded all of Tommy's fingers back into his palm. He strokes Tommy's thumb once he's done, curls his hand around the closed fist. Holds Tommy's gaze for a long, long moment.

"I'm gonna say something and I just want to let you know ahead of time it's a - a fully formed thought."

Tommy can't help the grin, or the hand that reaches up to fully encompass the one Evan has curled around his fist. Tommy's never been particularly enamored with his own size, or the way he dwarfs people, but there's something about the way their hands slot together that has always driven him a little wild.

"I want this to work," Evan says, and Tommy's breath kicks it's way from his lungs. "Someday, I wanna live with you. Get a dog. Talk about marriage, and - and kids." A flash of something across his eyes. "If that's - if that's something you might want, too."

The last time Tommy admitted to wanting something like that, he'd been getting ready to spend the rest of his life pretending to be straight. The want never left, but it did bury itself deep where Tommy could keep it safe.

They're tunneling down, though, aren't they?

"I want those things," he murmurs, because saying them at a normal volume feels like asking to have the words ripped right from his mouth. "I want them with -."

Tommy's breath comes out shaky, and between his fist and palm Evan's hand squeezes.

"I've wanted them with you." He manages slightly more than a whisper. Evan's eyes are a little misty. Tommy's throat is tight enough to be aware he's close to tears.

He shoulders don't curl in. He's almost certain his eyebrows aren't currently grooving the wrinkles he'll have when he's older and grayer. Both of his hands are occupied either with holding or anchoring Evan. He takes a steadying breath, and the noise that bubbles out of him is half-laugh.

"I hate this so much, Evan," he admits, and Evan grins back at him. He's aware of the fact that he's definitely going to cry, at some point in the near fucking future, and for once it doesn't feel like the end of the goddamn world.

"Next time it'll suck like..." he tips his head side to side, "...three percent less."

"Does the suckage percentage increase over time?"

Evan's cheeks drift up towards his ears. That smile has been fucking deadly since the first time Tommy saw it.

"Guess we'll find out, right?"

[lgbtlunaverse]

the wangxian + a-yuan "dads with an adopted son" thing is fine and enjoyable in fanfics honestly but I think we as a fandom are really not utilizing the idea of all of them in unconventional familial structures enough. Like, canonically it wasn't so much that wwx was a-yuan's guardian as that a-yuan was being raised collectively by the wens and wwx was adopted INTO the larger wen family. And lwj got attached to him through that. A-yuan just has these very attached weird uncles/older cousin figures that aren't related to him by blood at all but keep sticking around.

Just think of a modern AU with a lot less death where lwj does as he does in canon and keeps showering a-yuan in gifts as much as he can and when wwx is like "aiyah lan zhan you're gonna spoil him. Not everyone is as rich as you! What's his family supposed to say if they can't buy him all the stuff you do?" lwj just goes "Hm". And from then on out every year once a-yuan's birthday is near the extended Wen family members (well. the ones that are invited that is. No one wants wen chao at a birthday party) wakes up to a wechat payment from lwj.

Random wen cousin number 6 texts granny like

cousin 6: i just got 400 yuan????

granny: oh that's just wangji

cousin 6: i've never met this guy in my life???

granny: he wants you to buy a-yuan a nice birthday present!

cousin 6: how does he know my bank account???

[tricoufamily]

new gaming pc is coming this week. return to me

[consumable-connie]

Two prey in a stomach

Prey 1: Y'know I'm actually really nervous, I've never been eaten bef-

Prey 2: WE'RE GONNA DIGEST!!!

[autisticjoshrusso]

dr odyssey fandom. i am looking around at all of us. we need to sit down here for a second. look into my eyes here.

we are going to be so normal about vivian. i know a lot of you also came from the 911 fandom as i did. we're going to be better than said fandom's track record okay? we're ESPECIALLY going to be normal about the lovely actress who plays her. no matter what happens in this show we are going to be kind and we are going to be appreciative of her hard work and we are going to be so so so normal.

i will start killing people with hammers if they break this code. ok that is all back to your regularly scheduled posting.

[sapphic-agent]

KORRA THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU

[madmacci]

I had to participate.

Between these two, I don't think there is a single shot they'll miss.

[alchemistc]

Every time Buck tries to hook up with a guy he finds out that they know Tommy. Every time. After three months he prefaces every flirty interaction with "this has kind of become a weird thing so I'm just gonna start us out with Have You Ever Slept With This Man?" and pulls up a photo.

[good-beans]

Tuesday night meme (@ myself)

[wayco-roystar]

Things do happen.

Succession, Season 4 Episode 8, "America Decides"