#and dragged them into a corner

[sadkachow]

love opening up to someone who you thought you were friends with and that you could trust about being queer (not that you ever even hid it around them in the first place) and what it’s like living in a transphobic household only for them to respond that they love you but can’t support you and that they don’t know how they’d react if their own kid was queer

and by love i mean absolutely fucking hate

[theactualsunshinechild]

Feixiao scooping Jiaoqiu up by his armpits and holding him up as he tries desperately to look dignified: "This is my lovely culinary healer Jiaoqiu, he saved me from the brink of death once and eats wet food only."

Feixiao dragging a protesting and hissing Moze out from the darkness beneath the couch and holding him up by the scruff as he gives up and hangs there limply: "and this is Moze! I found him half dead in the dumpster behind my house one day!"

[lanternlightss]

“… why did you even take that, stardust.”

[inoreuct]

punkflower where hobie loves the morales family, loves how they’re becoming HIS family.

still, the first time jeff calls him “son”, he has such a visceral reaction.

he knows it’s coming from a good place and he knows he should be touched, but he’s only ever been called son in a condescending way. in a “know your place beneath me and stay in it” way. he feels so sick all of a sudden, nausea roiling in his gut, and his knee bangs against the underside of the table as he screeches his chair back and mutters a shaky “’scuse me”.

he hears rio’s concerned call of his name, sees the confusion and dread on jeff’s face right before he turns and leaves. he doesn’t stop until he’s up on the roof, ducking into the bottom of the water tower and collapsing into a corner.

stupid. it’s so stupid, and it pisses him off how tears are burning down his cheeks.

hobie scrubs them away with the back of his wrist even as he hears the door to the roof creak open, hears the familiar gait that he knows belongs to miles. he keeps his face turned away as his boyfriend appears in his line of sight, stepping gingerly like if he moved too fast hobie would break.

the punk sniffs angrily, the spikes on his cuff poking his cheek as he wipes his tears again. a hand brushes his against the ground as miles sits down beside him, close enough to touch but not quite.

he waits. for miles to say something, anything; to ask for an explanation, or offer words of comfort that will ultimately only make him feel worse.

in the end, it’s him that breaks the silence.

“i’m sorry,” he offers, and cringes. his voice is thick like rusted metal, scratchy in his throat. it’s scraping up against old wounds that never really healed, pulling at scabs to draw fresh blood, and it stings. “m’sorry, i just— he’s—” it feels damning to even say these words, but it’s the truth, and hobie’s never been a good liar.

doesn’t mean it’s not eating him alive, though.

“he’s still a cop, miles,” he chokes out, guilt winching around his lungs like a parasite, “and the last time a cop called me son—” hobie’s breath shudders out of his lungs as miles crawls into his space, ducking his head beneath hobie’s arm to press the punk’s face to his chest.

“i know,” miles murmurs, wrapping his fingers around hobie’s nape as hobie scrunches a desperate fist into the back of his shirt. “i know. i understand.”

hobie doesn’t think he really does, but that’s okay. if hobie has any say in it, miles will never have to go through what he did and understand what it’s like.

his voice is meek as he asks, “are they mad?��

“‘course not.” miles clicks his tongue, gently admonishing, like it’s a fact hobie should know by now; his fingers trace gentle circles into hobie’s skin. “just worried. hope you know my mama’s gonna feed you thrice the usual serving of tres leches when we get back.”

that gets a chuckle out of him at least, but the look on jeff’s face still haunts him, burned front and centre into his mind’s eye like an afterimage. “and your dad?” he feels miles go still, doesn’t resist as his boyfriend pulls back to look hobie in the eye. his voice is terribly gentle.

“he understands. it’s okay.”

hobie doesn’t think it’s okay. it doesn’t feel very okay. jeff had disliked him at first and reasonably so; he’s nothing like a person anyone would want their kid to be with.

and yet the captain had let him into their home, accepted him as miles’s person, given him a place at the table. of course rio would have sat him down and shoved food into his hands regardless, but still—

“hobie.”

miles calls his attention back, and he looks up into wide, dark eyes. his heart burns.

“he knows what you’ve been through. he knows how much you’ve grown.” miles huffs a soft laugh, rubbing his thumb against hobie’s hairline. “do you remember that time we went to your concert?”

hobie nods; he doesn’t think he can speak just yet.

“you were so nervous about what he would think, but he was stressing about looking like an old man in front of your friends. he literally said that as your boyfriend’s dad he had to out-hip all the other guys his age.”

something twists in hobie’s chest. “he’s the coolest old man i know.” he pauses, frowning. “maybe after peter b.”

miles laughs again, quietly. “he cares about you.”

hobie doesn’t doubt that. he’d let jeff and rio learn about him piece by piece, and with every sliver of information jeff had softened more; he might be the captain of the PDNY, but he was also a father.

hobie’s never really had a father.

not until he was asked about whether he preferred waffles or pancakes. until he was consulted for advice on what to wear to a pride parade. until jeff only looked at his blue laces with a tentative expression and he was hesitantly slipped a phone number to call if he ever got into trouble in this dimension that he couldn’t get himself out of, a helpline should he ever need it.

so he gets up, takes a deep breath and hauls miles to his feet. his boots clomp down the stairs; he takes care not to fling open the door and when he sees jeff and rio hovering in the living room, he holds out his arms.

rio reaches him first. she’s shorter but fierce, pulling hobie down to hug him tight, and he feels like crying again.

miles slips close to cling to his back, arms sliding around his waist, and hobie watches jeff meet his eyes with something almost anxious.

hobie’s lips twist in a smile. an i’m sorry and an it’s okay wrapped in one.

and maybe it really is okay, because when jeff comes around to squeeze them all together, hobie can’t help his relieved sigh as he thinks, this is what family’s supposed to feel like, certain as the next deep breath he takes and comforting like the broad hand that squeezes his shoulder.

fin.

[wickmitz]

— THE ELECTRIC-FEVER REMEDY.

[unlawfulchaos]

Bradley, on the phone: Hey Uncle Sli! I just used your prank on Ice, he's never gonna guess who did it-

Ice, from the other side of the house: BRADLEY, I KNOW THIS WAS YOU!

Bradley, yelling back: UNCLE SLIDER APPROVED IT! IT WAS HIS IDEA!

Ice: I AM COUNTING TO TEN.

Bradley: Shit, he started counting, I gotta go, Uncle Sli. It was worth it!

[genericpuff]

i have nothing to say about the newest episodes of LO

so I'll let past me from the year 2022 say it instead

because everything they said a year and a half ago ironically still applies today and i don't even know how that's possible but it's where we are 💀😭

[happyk44]

Jason: YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW THE RULES!

Percy: I CANNOT BE CONTAINED!

Jason: THE RULES ARE IMPORTANT!

Percy: I CANNOT BE CONTAINED!

Jason: JUST DO IT HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE DONE!

Percy: I CANNOT BE CONTAINED!

Jason and Percy: *continued incoherent screeching dissolving into an aggressive slap fight*

Frank: Uh, you gonna stop them or...

Nico, trying to decide on which monopoly piece he wants to be: Do I look like my fucking father to you?

[holoscout]

another day another fern and jermaine sketch dump whats upppp

[thelostgirl21]

Okay, I've just gotta say though...

Imagine that you think you've fallen in love with some evil mastermind that only ever pretended to love you to gain power for himself!

Then, shortly after, you hear some sniffling coming from the corner of a room while searching for your family, and randomly find said "evil mastermind" looking like this:

Radovid's main casting requirement: being able to look so small, vulnerable, soft, lost, and hurt, that it'll have some members of the audience yelling "Jaskier, you better fix this right now, you big meanie! Or I'll never forgive you!" at their screen!

Basically,

Me, before season 3: "I don't think I'll ever be able to feel as protective of any character in any TV show ever as I do of Jaskier."

Radovid: "Hold my wine bottle, I've got this!"

Me, after season 3: "I now have this strange urge to throttle that bard if he ever hurts that one again... What the fuck is going on?"

[majorasnightmare]

obligatory horny post but dirge going into a killing frenzy and forgoing his spellcasting to just start digging his hands into stomach cavities and ripping out throats with his teeth

tearing through enemy after enemy and the party scrambling behind him because they need one of them alive to interrogate but hes too lost in the sauce to stop himself

until he gets to the last one and pins them down and goes to break their spine with his teeth and in pure desperation minthara shouts out "HEEL!!"

and he just slowly turns to face her, face covered in gore, some poor sod held in his jaws like they dont weigh anything, eyes blazing with maddened murderous frenzy

and after a moment of wordless eye contact with minthara, he drops them

[catlover4536]

Eddie Dear is the Drag icon we all needed and I ADORE it!

[angrybatart]

UwU finally finds a creature he doesn't have to chase after or worry about getting mauled. At least not the mauling part.

(Tulip Snakes are now my second favorite monster in Lethal Company btw. They're so cute and silly!)

Third panel, showing the big surprise UwU's about to get, that I may have to redraw or work slowly on until it looks right.

[byanyan]

something something byan fracturing a rib in a parkour accident and stubbornly refusing to go to the hospital about it for like an entire week even though they are in agony

[eclipsecrowned]

thinking about ax's daem0n being public enemy #1 to laerion as a kid and it never gets any better as the years drag on. laerion is the one sibling who is not in love with this man. daem0n is assaulted by dark energies whenever he lands in the same locale as his goodbrother. but it's whatever. he's a grown man. he can always punt the little sea-dragon if he gets too mouthy.

he rolls up to the funeral. the little sea-dragon takes after his BARAtheon grandmother's blood. he has several inches on daem0n and a lot more muscle. he's stood there, waiting for the little man to run his mouth.

little man does not run his mouth. not this time.

[puppetmaster13uwu]

I don't know if you still like the backrooms, but if you don't mind me asking; your two backrooms ocs, Sol and the partygoer, why does the partygoer keep Sol alive? Is it a 'I have an obsession over you and don't want you to leave me even if I have to hold you prisoner' type thing? Or something else. You don't have to awnser this if you don't want to, have a nice day/night =]

Oh man, thanks for the ask. (And trust me, I almost never stop liking most of the fandoms I get into, the hyperfixations just like to swap around lol)

So, first off lol. It's not just one Partygoer, it's several. And it's less of an obsession specifically for him, and more of... the fact of an obsession of the fact that they won.

They won the Fun War, so that makes anything they got from it theirs now. He's pretty much their prisoner indefinitely, and because he's the only prisoner, it means that he gets the full brunt of that obsession, if that makes sense