#ahem uhhh

[rystiel]

what’s kinda crazy is that, had filbrick been a better father and raised them in a loving home, the twins probably could’ve actually made a lot of money for the family… stan was never accommodated for while growing up so he never got to demonstrate his smarts (and he is very smart, he taught himself advanced math and shit while building a long-lasting business from scratch, man), and instead he was made to feel more and more worthless, like he had nothing to contribute to the world—the only purpose he was able to find was to always be there for his brother. what was he if he didn’t have a brother to be there for anymore? of course he would eventually lash out over losing ford (and accidentally ruin ford’s project in the process). on the other hand, ford had so much pressure on him that he pushed himself too hard to prove just how smart he was. to prove that he was the best. he needed to hear how smart he was, because what was he if he wasn’t a genius? of course bill’s manipulation worked on him. of course he wanted to make something that could change the world despite the potentially dangerous nature of it, something that would put his name in the history books. his only value was to bring success to his family, and this was how he was going to do it. if stan had been encouraged and supported, he could have used his skills to find success. if ford hadn’t been put under so much pressure, he wouldn’t have needed to turn to a literal demon so he could prove himself. he could’ve focused on the other groundbreaking research he already had in gravity falls. stan probably never would have broken that project in the first place and ford would’ve made it to his dream school, just like filbrick wanted.

[nattikay]

it’s established that tsaheylu allows the participants to share physical sensations, so do you think that if Jake and Neytiri bonded while she was pregnant he’d be able to feel the baby move like she does?

[oseike]

An idea: kdj's return isn't as simple as him just reappearing, but the stories that reform him appear as strains of text, fragments of rebuilding stories, that storm around him.

Hsy and yjh's voices and their hands grabbing his loosely-formed ones can help solidify him and keep him grounded while his soul and mind put all his stories back in place. I'd imagine internally he's quite scrambled for a hot second, perhaps reliving memories rapidly - and maybe even glimpsing worlds he dreamed of on the subway - so having anchors would help him not get lost in the deluge of information.

EDIT thanks to @princess-of-purple-prose for ID text that I didn't even think about WHOOP

[ID: An Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint comic of Han Sooyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk entering Kim Dokja's hospital at the end of chapter 551. Over the hospital bed is a whirling tornado of lines of illegible black text which spreads tendrils of letters throughout the room.

The two stare in surprise as the letters float through the room, their hair blowing back from the force. They both reach towards the vortex, where a hand composed of letters reaches back. The last panel shows them both sitting with Dokja on his bed and supporting him as he gasps, letters crawling over his skin and rising off him. End ID]

[just-hyde]

Give Bright a chicken :3

gasp "A chicken!"

Bonus:

gasp "No chicken!"

[insert a png 'cause I have no idea where he's looking]

[soundleer]

....this was funnier in my head

[threnodians]

aventurine idle gifs — 2 of 2

[snickerdoodlles]

Vegas irritating Khun by draaaaaping himself across Pete's lap, very blatantly making this face: >:3c heheheheh

Khun sighs as Porsche passes him behind the bar. When this fails to catch his attention, Khun waits more patiently and coughs a delicate, "Ah-hem," the next time Porsche passes him by. This still fails to grab Porsche's attention, so the next time he goes by, Khun flings himself atop the bar with an explosive sigh.

A beat passes, then Porsche's face pops into view with his own sigh.

"Yes, Khun?"

Khun pops up and settles back with dignity. "Porsche," he says gravely, gathering Porsche's hands in his own to give him strength, "you have vermin in your bar."

Khun flings out a hand behind himself with drama and flair, since clearly Porsche is blind to the interlopers.

Porsche is not following the clear trajectory of Khun's wave to see Pete and Vegas canoodling in the back of Hum Bar and correct this blatant injustice. "They were here first Khun."

"And somehow they have still not been thrown out!"

"They haven't done anything to be thrown out for."

Khun gapes at Porsche, because clearly Porsche is blind, completely and utterly blind to the way the vermin is just, just draping himself over the interloper's lap, as though it's acceptable for him to act so promiscuous with Khun's--

Porsche sighs and squeezes Khun's hands, an unfortunately very comforting gesture even though he's a traitor to Khun right now. "Please just go talk to him. I'm tired of my best friends fighting."

"We're not fighting!" protests Khun, "There's nothing to say to him, because we can't be fighting when he does not exist to me!" Khun sniffs haughtily. "And even if he did, I still would not speak to him when there is vermin in his booth!"

"Just ignore Vegas like you usually do."

Khun squawks in outrage. "I don't ignore him, I hit him with a tray! Like you're supposed to with vermin!"

.

idk where this would go or even where it would come from, but have some words nonny because i love cousins <3333

[ziggysgender]

sims 4 columbo says Happy Wednesday

[rystiel]

stan is NOT winning the idgaf wars

(part 1)(here's part 2)

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

oh crud guys guess what. guess what you're gonna love (hate) this. I'm an absolute idiot, a complete failure, a-

Narnia Au:

Okay. This hit me at 6:43 in the morning. So.

(Skip to the last paragraph if you want an actually okay-ish explanation.)

Y/N is a classic FazCo employee working for a pay too good to pass up to keep yourself afloat in the ruthless capitalistic society you live in. You’re fairly new, just moved into the area, actually. You’ll go to work, suffer, then go home and unpack for a little bit. The animatronics at your workplace are fairly unfamiliar with you and you don’t have any family or friends here, so you’re pretty lonely. You get hired as an odd-job person, with the additional part of hanging out with our best buddies, the Daycare Attendant, who is….somewhat passive aggressive with you. You’re not on the worst terms, but it could definitely be less cold. The frigid tension is especially noticed when Moon comes into play and, while he doesn’t have the virus and doesn’t chase you around, is an absolute asshole. So, our y/n comes home feeling like shit and plops onto the floor to start unpacking boxes. The new house (which they got REALLY cheap for such a big complex, by the way) is pretty much empty, all except for this big dusty wardrobe, which you’re pretty sure is ancient. You decide to check it out (cuz who knows, maybe you can sell it and make a shit ton of money) and are overcome with the smell of old musty jackets and mothballs. Turns out the people who left it left all their stuff in it, too. You start pulling stuff out to take stock of what’s left behind, only to find more and more things as you go deeper through. Just when you’ve finally pulled the last jacket off the last hook, a cold breeze hits you. And hey, you may not know too much about furniture, but you’re pretty sure that wardrobes don’t have their own weather systems. 

You follow the snowflakes drafting in and end up falling a good couple feet, dusting the snow off yourself and ignoring the cold in favor of taking stock of where the hell you are. Your surroundings are a very useless indicator. Evergreens tower over you left and right, leaving a small clearing with a dimly lit lamppost illuminating the powdery white sheets covering the ground. And, a little ways away from you, a tall man with a black umbrella, nearly as tall as the iron pole he stands beside. There’s something about him that you just can’t place.  

 So, you decide to approach the strange man and ask for directions, only to find that this man is not a man at all. Instead, you’re greeted by someone entirely nonhuman. Half goat below the waist and a scarf wrapped around a thin neck that holds up an all-too familiar sunshine face. Except, it doesn’t look like the one you’re used to. It’s a paler yellow, thin scratches stretching across the span of his face. A cloud of melancholy and defeat hangs over him as he picks at the worn-down, faded red gloves adorning his hands. After a moment of silent respect for whatever trials you feel he has faced, you introduce yourself. Half-retracted rays immediately straighten at the new voice, and he speaks to you enthusiastically, engaging in pleasantries before inviting you back to his place. You know they should decline (stranger danger guys), but…you are lost, and it is cold out, so much so that you hardly comment on the tension in his shoulders or the nervous edge to his tone, or how his hand shakes ever so slightly when you mention home. You follow him through the trees, unaware of the wind erasing the tracks behind you in the snow. 

Essentially, Sun is Mr. Tumnus and you’re all the kids in one. Sun has to constantly resist the urge in his head to take you to the Wicked Witch (Afton). The Beavers are our good ol buddies from the GlamRock crew, with the exception of Freddy, who’s (mmaybe?) Aslan. All the frozen statues that Afton’s collected in his hella creepy manor? Yeah, that’s every single kid we’ve lost to the FNAF games probably. And of course, Afton’s got his crew to sniff out those harboring lost little children. Vanny’s his main guard in that sense (Vanessa used to live in the house a long time ago, she came to the wardrobe and went through some…interesting events leading up to this), along with our dear friend Mr. Moon, who has the virus to…some extent. Not sure if I wanna combine them or have them as two separate entities here. Moon’ll probably end up switching sides, though he may be punished for it…

[benetnvsch]

I can draw bodies fairly good but not faces ,,help me...

[verm1c1de]

a crockpot of impending disaster

[orgasming-caterpillar]

If god would just hint me even through a dream like just a little itsy bitsy hint that in my next life i could be this man's car all my pain would have meaning

[lighthouseas]

concept: all of the foreshadowing of mike running away actually applies to s5, and he runs away in the first episode for **reasons** before the timeskip. and the problem is -- no one can go after him, because the military closes all borders on hawkins until the "earthquake" (they know it isn't an earthquake and don't want it to spread) is under control.

essentially: no one goes in, no one comes out.

then we have a timeskip; and, to put it bluntly, everything is absolute shit without mike there. will is suffering with severe depression and guilt that he let mike go (though he's never stopped believing that mike is going to come back). the remaining wheelers are so dysfunctional that they barely talk to one another anymore. the party has grown apart. everyone is doing their best to fend for themselves in the apocalypse, waiting for the day when vecna returns so they can defeat him.

vecna officially returns at the end of the first episode that has the timeskip.

however-- in that same episode-- mike returns too.

the heart of the party is back.

[sysig]

What are some rare characters you love that you think people don’t draw or write about enough

Do Max and Dex count I love them and I feel like I'm approximately 80% of the Helix fandom rn lol

Doug Peterson and Russ Frushtick from Law Abiding Citizen - the fandom has gotten real quiet over time but I still love them so much ♥ There's a lot you can read into or leave silly with their dynamic, I still wholeheartedly recommend the emerge, transformed series as one of my favourite interpretations of Russ especially 💕

The Editor from Jazzpunk - he's just a silly little guy! It's honestly such a shame that he's only really in the last chapter, I would love to see him explored more, he's the worst ♪

Tatsumi Souichi from Koisuru Boukun - genuinely one of my all-time favourite characters, and The Only Good Tsundere as far as I'm concerned lol. I'm gonna write about him! I've got my fanfic and video essay sitting in my drafts, but like agh!! He's so interesting!!! So beautifully flawed - he's internally consistent which is my Favourite - and watching him grow and change while still being himself over literal years has been a truly unparalleled experience as a reader 💖

Luke Wigglebig and Florette from Pajama Sam: You Are What You Eat From Your Head To Your Feet - I joked before about being the only person on the internet who ships them but like, I'm pretty sure that's actually true lol. Even just more fanart of them by themselves would make me happy, they're so cute!! Especially Luke, his design is adorable

And then probably a more well-known one but I haven't been following his fandom popularity lately haha, Fai D. Flowrite from Tsubasa - him, Nova, and Watanuki move in and out of being my CLAMP faves, though Fai is probably the most complex of the three of them. And he's a trash man! A garbage fire of a wizard ♥ I love him

[cha1cedony]

Sorry for posting so much today. It won’t happen again (it will) (preparing the teachers AU masterpost)