#WOULD SOLVE ALL THESE PROBLEMS

[problemnyatic]

"I think this Category of human being is disposable" okay that not only sucks and is fascist but also makes getting you to deem someone to be disposable a simple matter of convincing you they're in The Category regardless of the truth. Also The Category is often misapplied to a vulnerable minority because it makes people like you agree they're disposable.

"Anyone who disagrees with me about The Category of people being disposable is a Category apologist or probably also in The Category themselves" Oh so you're just totally unconcerned with truth or justice or ethics or human rights and just are feeding your bloodlust for the sake of revenge fantasies. got it 👍

[drulalovescas]

They wanted to kiss so baddddd

[lovelyghst]

simon riley loves letting you play with him. he adores when you push him around, and while he doesn’t think he could ever allow himself to fully lose his guard, he merely goes dumb when you have him.

when you hold his face in both of your gentle hands, soft against his scars and stubble as you look at him with nothing but benevolence.

pinching his cheeks between your fingers to get him to open his mouth, jaw falling slack to welcome your other ring and middle fingers against his tongue, knuckles nestled between his pink lips.

he keeps his eyes on yours, somewhere far in the back of his mind wondering what exactly made him like this—how the big, bad ghost had wound up on his knees for a pretty girl such as yourself, half his stature and with not an ounce of meanness in your bones—before his brows are pinching and he’s groaning lowly around your digits as you apply more pressure down onto his rough tongue.

[bluestreetlights]

one thing i don’t like about season 5 of miraculous is that alya still believes lila?! like girl you know that you’re ladybug’s bestfriend, marinette doesn’t even like her, and literally asking a few questions will get you all answers you need. you know she’s lying straight through her teeth! the writers still choose to make her believe in lila when they give her the biggest reason not to!!!

[khoirbin]

could you imagine if everyone pretty quickly figures out Loops identity but doesn’t mention it because it’s rude to talk about who someone was before they Changed? like Odile finally reveals to the rest of the party that loop was SECRETLY SIFFRIN THE WHOLE TIME!!! and everyone’s like “madame that’s very rude you should apologize” because of course they already figured it out, people they know go through changes all the time, they know how to spot a friend that looks different

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In the world of heavy metals, love is denser than hate!

[starry-eyed-psychopomp]

Hualian miscommunication is on another level omg

Xie Lian’s over here like, “I can’t ask him about his past because then I’d have to tell him about my past and that time I almost did a genocide, and that’ll scare him off for sure!”

Meanwhile you’ve got Hua Cheng going, “I can’t tell him about my past because then he’ll find out I know about that time he almost did a genocide, and that’ll scare him off for sure!”

Like have a normal conversation you losers!!!

[sesamestreep]

it’s wild to me that like every modern adaptation of Sherlock Holmes (and by modern I mean “made recently” not “set in modern times”) is like Hell Bent on coming up with a Reason™️ that Watson stays with Holmes and trots around with him on adventures all the time despite the inconvenience and the danger and all, and so it’s like “oh, Watson’s a gambling addict, he loves uncertainty and mystery” or “oh, Watson’s an adrenaline junkie, he gets off on being constantly in danger from criminals” or even like “Watson’s atoning for sins of the past of BEING IN THE WAR by solving crimes with Holmes now” or WHATEVER. And it’s like, girl, maybe he’s just in love! Did you think of that?? Maybe he’s got a crush and it’s making him do stupid things. Maybe he’s just got bad taste and his type is guys who don’t know how to refold newspapers properly but can identify different types of cigar ash by sight, smell, and taste. And wrote a monograph on the subject. Maybe he’s down bad is all. I mean, Keep is simple, stupid!!!

[essektheylyss]

Losing it over the fact that Caduceus was ready to Bane and Zone of Truth Braius if he didn't seem like he was going to be forthright. He seems from an external perspective like he's being kinder than, say, Fjord and Beau, but he is just as prepared to be mean in pursuit of growth. Do not ever forget that Caduceus, for all he makes an effort to come across as kind and helpful, is every bit a member of the Mighty Nein. And the Mighty Nein are so ruthless and such bastards and I love them for it.

[caintalina]

they are a set DO NOT SEPARATE!!

[strawberrysands]

Spencer Reid x reader: caught

Spencer Reid x reader

Word count: 900, short but sweet

Warnings: talk of sexy times, a little bit of kissy kissy, Hotch being a proud but stern dad ok ok that’s it I think

Summary: You and Spencer have been keeping your relationship secret, and getting caught leads to an…interesting conversation.

You groaned and put the pen down on the case file in front of you. You and Spencer found yourselves alone in the conference room and you had been cranky all morning. The reason for that was simple: Spencer had gotten up before you, to arrive at the office at a different time, so you hadn’t gotten a good morning kiss from him.

Spencer didn’t look up from his work, but asked: “Are you okay?”

You huffed. “No, I am not.”

This made Spencer look up from his work with a frown. The concerned look in his eyes made your heart melt instantly. “What’s wrong?”

You pouted. “You didn’t give me a kiss this morning.”

Spencer’s expression softened. He looked at you with a mixture of adoration and amusement. “Aww, is someone cranky because she didn’t get a kiss?”

You playfully glare at him. “Shut up.”

Spencer shook his head with a smile. “I’ll make it up to you.” He promised, and your stomach did a flip.

However, that did little to ease your current grumpiness. “I just- really, really, want to kiss you right now.” You admitted.

Spencer’s eyes darted around the room, and even though they were alone, anyone could come in at any given time. “Here?”

You pouted once more. “Please?” You asked and gave him your best puppy eyes.

Spencer sighed and the hint of a smile formed on his face; he knew he couldn’t say no to you. He stood up and made his way over to you. “Alright.  Now come here.”

You happily got up and circled your arms around his neck. With that smile still on your face, you pressed your lips against his.

Spencer chuckled softly against your mouth and moved his hands to your waist to hold you closer. You let yourself get lost in the kiss, moving your lips leisurely against his, and opening your mouth so his tongue could-

Suddenly, you heard footsteps approaching. Quickly, you and Spencer jumped apart to put a socially acceptable distance between the two of you. You quickly sat back down and put a file in front of your face, to hide it from whoever was approaching. Spencer did the same, only just managing to sit back down when the person came in.

It was Hotch. He looked between the two of you suspiciously, one eyebrow raised. “Did I interrupt something?”

You cleared your throat and held the file up a little higher, completely blocking Hotch from your view.

“No.” You and Spencer quickly said in unison, your voice a little higher than it normally was.

“You know,” he started, “you haven’t exactly been subtle the past three years.”

Spencer’s face flushed. “I- what- do you mean by that?” he asked innocently.

Hotch gave him a ‘are you serious’ look and continued. “The glances, the smiles, the touches. I’ve known since day one.”  He looked between the two of you once more.

“Besides, hotel walls on cases aren’t exactly- thin.”

You felt mortified when he said that. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You slowly lowered the file and looked at Hotch sheepishly. “I- uh-” You stammered.

Hotch gave the both of you a stern look. “Do I need to have the talk with you?”

Both yours and Spencer’s eyes widened. Spencer shook his head quickly. “No, sir, we know perfectly well how to- uhm-”

It was only then that Hotch’s face turned into a small smile. “Oh, trust me, I know that you know.”

You groaned and buried your head in your hands. “Please- let’s- stop talking about this.”

Hotch steered his expression back into a neutral one as he continued. “You know, I got an email from a hotel in Florida after a case, with the costs, and the damages.”

Now it was Spencer’s time to look mortified. You and Spencer had been busy doing- activities- which resulted in a broken bed.

“I- sir- the bed was already- unstable-” Spencer tried.

Hotch raised his eyebrows. “You chucked the broken pieces out the window?”

Spencer’s face flushed crimson, and you cringed in your seat. “I- we didn’t have many other options- let’s just forget about Florida. Please?” You pleaded, looking at Hotch with a desperate expression.

Hotch smirked. Actually smirked. “It’s good blackmailing material.”

Your mouth dropped open, you hadn’t expected the stoic, stern Hotch to ever say something like that.  

But Hotch wasn’t done. A small smile formed on his lips. “Besides, you two look like flustered teenagers. It’s hard not to tease you about it.”

Spencer hid his face in the file before him, no doubt beet-red right now.

Hotch’s face softened. “I’m happy for you.”

 Then, his face returned to the stern, stoic one. “Just- maybe, don’t indulge in certain activities when we’re out on a case. And” he paused, “I’m not ever forgetting Florida.”

“How about we don’t use mine and Spencer’s sex life for entertainment?” You pleaded. Unbeknownst to you, the rest of the team had been making their way to the conference room as well. Suddenly, you heard Mogan’s voice, and you could just tell there would be a smirk on his face if you turned around.

“Yours and Reid’s what now?”

[palettepainter]

Taking a break from commission work for lunch so have some sock moneys

Wanted to do a drawing of Huggy, Kissy and Cuddly all interacting. Mostly to try and show off their size difference without drawing a height chart and also cuz I haven't drawn either Kissy or Huggy in a while (Huggy and Kissy according to the wiki are both 15.4ft, Cuddly is much smaller, being around 4.5ft)

The first time they all interacted was some time after the Rowen Stoll incident. Cuddly met Kissy and Huggy separately before all three were allowed to interact while under strict supervision

To anyone new: Cuddly (small purple guy) was an experiment made by Playtime Co. Like with Mommy, Playtime tried to give Cuddly a 'family' for marketing purposes after the creation of Kissy. Cuddly's toy line sadly never took off, but Playtime kept his bigger body counterpart as an exclusive addition at Playcare where he was more popular

[superbat-lmao]

Tim and Jason go on a roadtrip.

It’s not entirely intentional.

It starts as a case, both of them following separate leads and ending up scheduling their takedown of the operation at the same time. They literally stumble into each other and Tim gets a good wack in before realizing it’s Jason.

The reason they stumble into each other is because the case isn’t in Gotham.

Jason, who has been piecing shell companies together through physical evidence, had driven to all of the stops along the way because hunting down a digital paper trail looked like it would’ve taken too much time.

Tim, who figured hacking wouldn’t take as long as it did, but eventually found the main base of operations, had taken a flight out for the final pieces of evidence.

When the op is finished, Jason takes Tim back to his hotel, because he actually has a place he’s staying and didn’t go straight for the base. They’re both kinda beat up and have a couple more threads to work through to tie their respective information together, so they stay at the hotel for another day.

There is little small talk, but not none. Jason says he’ll go get coffee from the lobby. Tim says that stuff is always shitty and Jason makes fun of him for being able to rank hotel chains based on their coffee quality. Tim just says that’s because Jason isn’t as well traveled as he is. Jason laughs in his face, saying with all the time he spent abroad, he’s sure he’s been around more than Tim.

They talk about domestic work they’ve done too, places they’ve been for cases between here and Gotham. Trying to one-up the other in terms of experience. Jason even mentions cases he worked back in his Robin days, which Tim recognizes from his stalker days of following their busts in other states.

They really believe that’s all they have to say on the matter. Jason even offers to drop Tim off at the airport. But by then, they’ve also discussed how neither of them have anything pressing back in Gotham. How they had each planned on taking a few days after this op to reset a bit.

Tim asks which way Jason is taking back to Gotham and critiques it. Tells him to stop by different towns and check out things that Jason laughs at him for mentioning. They snipe at each other the whole time, and before they really realize it, they’re on the road.

The whole thing is begrudgingly happening. They’re siblings, there’s a fair amount of fighting. There’s minimal “emotional” conversation, but it’s there. Unavoidable in how they each bumble through each other’s trauma. They stop at tourist traps, listen to shitty radio stations, they tell stories of previous cases and places they’ve been with friends, small family diners, switching off driving, aiming for potholes to catch air, sleeping in the back seat, driving under the stars, sleeping in shitty motels, buying their siblings joke souvenirs.

They talk about Titans tower, the pit, Shelia, Bruce. They judge Discowing and Damian. Jason asks about Steph, Tim asks about Catherine. It’s small snippets of thoughts about the most meaningful things. They are dancing around it and also finally talking about it. Getting it all out in the open.

When they get back to Gotham, it changes a lot of small things. They still hash it out occasionally, but everyone notices the change. How much more casual they are around each other, hanging out off-hours more often, working together on more ops.

They’re brothers and they act like it.

[artgletic]

case study of the self-identified god

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I just want you to know that I was rereading the PDMDZS comics yet again, and I finally caved and watched Legally Blonde because you're like a puppeteer that draws things and I'm like "well, guess I have to see it now." Now, after watching Legally Blonde, I must tell you that Elle Woods is love, Elle Woods is life, Elle Woods is everything to me. Elle Woods would have been able to save Wei Wuxian from the Jins all while looking sparkly and fantastic as she does it. (Obviously with her hype girlies in the background)

Her power and influence know no bounds!

[hoiststowline]

ultra magnus x reader

He pauses, almost mid-action, as a revelation consumes him, the temperamental frown etched wondrously deep into his face plate only holds steadfast. Looking around, a bemused sensation skates across his processor, realizing something was painfully missing, a vast trench within a neatly executed puzzle.

A quick check of his internal clock proves true that it was slightly past the time he was typically interrupted, but a welcomed interference if he could describe it most accurately. It practically threw him off from the mountain of paperwork, having gotten entirely too used to the sound of his office door sliding over by now that when the room is not filled with your occasional chatter, it feels simply too empty.

Instances, when you would occasionally click a video on your device and the volume, was turned up too high, hastily clicking the pause button while whispering curses. "Sorry, sorry!" You'd stumble, thinking he would be offering nothing short of a disapproving glower, to your surprise, he actually softly smiles, unbothered.

Or when you'd lounge atop his desk, laid out on your stomach as you'd throw yourself into assignments or other miscellaneous work, infrequently using him as a dictionary. "Mags? What does convivial mean?"

"To be cheerful or friendly," He'd reply without ever looking up, too engrossed in his own responsibilities, but would never not answer your important question, as they were all such.

Your absence was noted greatly, felt largely within the cramped four metal walls. Distraction was not so bad, you've come to explain to him, as he found productivity the most when you would chatter on about your day when all he had to do was ask.

Slowly, he stood from the desk, taking immediate notice of how inelastic his joints felt, meaning he was already on the path to an uncomfortable recharge. It is nothing to navigate the halls, wandering almost aimlessly until he ceases just shy of the cargo bay, his entire body unmoving at the sound of something he cannot place.

Easily, from the ajar entrance, he spots the form he'd been searching for, stationed in the furthest yet most empty corner of the room. You're holding your head in your hands, plainly distressed, a feat that sends a wave of alerts that do nothing but worry him more.

"y/n?" He didn't realize he uttered it, and you probably would not have heard it save for the echo that runs across the length of the room. It's soft but decipherable as you yank your gaze up, a puffiness adorning your face he's never seen before.

When you lock eyes with him across the floor, your heart leaps to your throat, subconsciously blanking on any feasible lie that you could conjure. Magnus stands in the doorway, rightfully unamused and almost speechless by your display.

Coming to, you turn away from him, using your palms to expeditiously wipe at the tears that lingered on your cheeks, even as more come to replace the older ones. Something proved embarrassing, whether that be he seeing you in such a state, or having to try and explain why you reacted in such a way.

Thinking you are unwell or hurt, he traverses the room in six strides, coming to one knee at your front whilst running his optics over every inch of you, searching for your ailment. When he finds none, he keeps his voice at an unfamiliar low and leans just a bit more forward, commanding your attention.

"What has happened," And it's not posed as a question, more so a demand, wondering who could have harmed you to such a degree without leaving a mark.

"I don't want to talk about it," Defenses high, you can't meet his intimidating gaze for even a moment, knowing you'd break down once more. "I'm fine."

Understanding very well you're not, he maneuvers himself to the left, now leaning up against the wall as you currently were, dwarfed by his shadow.

"You are not," Magnus rumbles, elbows poised on his bent knees as his servos dangle freely, such an informal pose for someone known to be so stiff. "But I shall respect your wishes. If only for the time being."

Why he stayed, you wouldn't know, nor could you get your mind unclouded enough to venture a guess. Instead, a glassiness returns to your eyes, scavenging already teetering tears to the surface once more a newfound waver to your tone.

When you force yourself to even your breathing, squeeze your eyes so tight that the tears would just cease altogether. It erupts into a futile effort as an immovable force pulls you taught to his side, cheek now smushed up against his lower torso. Blinking wildly, you try for a moment to wrangle yourself free, but his hold proves committed.

While Ultra Magnus had always been kind to you, you never dared to test his level of patience or sought his company in instances such as these. Every now and then, they occurred, but not frequently enough that he'd caught you in such a disposition before, often glued to his side. He liked you for some enigmatic reason and enjoyed your presence and companionship when others whispered about how unapproachable he was.

He was overawing, at least at first impressions, perhaps guarded, but you'd never found him standoffish. So when he extended such sentiments, you wished someone could see him, just to observe him in this light that he wasn't so callous as everyone assumed.

"Whenever you may be ready," He muses, index finger raising before gently tapping the length of your leg, a gesture that settles your rampaging heart. "I shall be here."

You nod into his side, hand finding his plating in a poor attempt to hold him just a little tighter. He wasn't coddling you, respecting your boundaries and requests, but making his company known so you would not retreat to self-loathing. You needed this, a concept unbeknownst, and his stern composure kept you grounded as you listened to the humming of his machinery.

Magnus freezes every so slightly as your arm comes to his torso, fingers only able to reach well below his spark. You bundle deeper into his side, and the only reason he comprehends your reply is because your lips move across his plating.

"Thanks," You rasp, blinking away another round of tears. "Really, Mags. You're the best."

A million inquiries press against his mind, wondering how long you'd been in here and what was factually the source of your woes, but he hushes them all, storing them away for another time. Once more, his digit raises only to pat your side, understanding he was comforting you in some inconceivable way.

"Anytime." It's genuine, striving to enforce that truly, at any time, you could seek his assistance, and he'd be there for you. Your outward anguish would come to pass, but the root of your pain would remain, holding firm until there would be someone there to fight its battle.

And he intended to do so.