#and lean to one side!

[the-barefoot-hatter]

winter holidays at the mystery shack (party billiam edition)

Stan celebrates what he calls "Cash-mas", which is just slapping a cheap felt santa hat and a 300% Christmas special markup on anything- and several things he can't- get away with in the gift shop

more sincerely, the Pines do a fairly low-key Hanukkah. if the twins are visiting, they do a much showier double christmas/hanukkah celebration

And Bill... well...

No one is entirely sure if it's a Euclidean thing or just a... Bill thing. But he's SO enthusiastic!

HAPPY WINTER FUNTIME BOYS & GIRLS!

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[vaguely-concerned]

lucanis is a 'I could sit in our quiet kitchen on a grey tuesday afternoon drinking coffee and talking with you about nothing much in particular forever and be the happiest man who ever lived' romantic, not a 'classic tropes and grand gestures' romantic. this is a distinction and conceptual gap I personally feel is crucial to understanding what's going on with him when romanced. for all his almost painful sincerity and clear depth of feeling he's not a very effusive guy by nature, but in the history of time no one has ever, with their whole soul, chest and being, been so genuinely and openly happy to just do laundry and taxes with you.

[la-muerta]

📢 Announcing the results of the Skipping Stones Competition: 1st place 🏆: Li Lianhua 2nd place🥈: Fang Xiaobao One contender with the surname Di was disqualified Judge: Hulijing

Artist: 呼葱觅蒜 on weibo; reposted with credit as requested.

[somegrumpynerd]

It's cold around the castle this time of year so Horror set a fire in one of the fireplaces, and some people got especially cosy

Cross by Jakei95 Killer by Rahafwabas

Bonus doodle:

[melkingmd]

nadja's and laszlo's matching highlights 4x04 | 5x04 | 5x08

[transingthoseformers]

Idea

Cybertronians plugging headphone-like cables into eachother so they can moan as loud as they want while fragging without anyone hearing.

sgsfsfgs now I'm thinking about that moment when the cord has to be at a very particular angle in order to work otherwise the next moan is just full blast out loud

[pasdetrois]

Аленький цветочек / The Scarlet Flower (1978) dir. Marina Ilyichyova

[five-rivers]

Phandom trope- ghost hunger!!

Everyone's been hungry before.

Not necessarily serious, starvation-type hunger. More like, waiting on breakfast in the morning type stuff. Forgetting your lunch at home. Having a late dinner because you forgot to get groceries and had to go to the store. Hunger like that. Hunger that you can work through, smile through, shrug off, delay, that you can forget about, if you're busy enough.

You're that kind of hungry. You've been that kind of hungry since the accident.

You thought it was a teenager thing, at first. People said stuff like that, that teenagers were always hungry, always snacking on things, always trying to get just a little more food, but that wasn’t meant to be taken literally, apparently. It helps that it is mostly constant. That unless it swells or recedes, you can tune it out. Get on with your day.

Your day, which usually consists of fighting multiple ghosts. Your day, which partially consists of being a ghost.

Your parents think ghosts feed on fear. You know Spectra and Bertrand fed on misery. Looking at someone (Sam, Tucker, Jazz, your parents, Mr. Lancer, your classmates, random people on the street) and thinking about exactly what the logistics of that would be makes you lose your appetite, if not your hunger.

There is ice in your heart, but a fire in your stomach, and it burns without stopping.

Sometimes, your parents leave ectoplasm samples in the fridge. You stare at them when you open the door. You imagine the beakers, the test tubes, the tiny sealed jars, clinking against your teeth.

You've gotten ectoplasm in your mouth before, and not just from splashing. You fight so many ghosts with so many different specialties in so many different ways that you can't exactly fight with Marquess of Queensbury rules or whatever. Not when you're the only thing standing between them and everyone in the city being turned into ducks or something equally insane. You kick. You wrestle. You use weaknesses. You bite.

You remember the taste.

You don't know if ectoplasm's the thing you're hungry for, but sometimes, you think about that taste. Sometimes you crave it. Sometimes, during a fight, you have to stop yourself from just biting, and biting, and biting.

But you aren't stupid. An idiot, sure. No one but a fool would have walked into an electrified portal to an afterlife full of monsters in order to impress their friends. But not stupid. Not even your parents know everything that's in those ectoplasm samples, not with certainty. At least, that was your takeaway from the ectopurifier incident and the emergency 'ham' and the ectoweenies and the-- Well, listing all of the different contamination incidents, even just the ones that took place in the fridge itself, would take all day.

You're hungry, but it's the kind of hunger that you can put off, the kind of hunger you can ignore. For now. Forever, maybe. Even when you clean the ectofiltrator and you watch thick, toxic green ectoplasm dripping off the filtration matrix like honey.

You could ask the ghosts, you think. You do wonder, sometimes, what would have happened if you took the Lunch Lady's first offered cookie. You think about the Dairy King and his cheese. You think about the 'wedding feast' Aragon set up when he kidnapped Sam, and you think--

But you've been surviving without all of that, haven't you? Surviving and thriving. It's not like you're starving, just hungry.

(It's Vlad you think of, who you can't imagine dealing well with constant hunger when he hasn't even managed to let go of his gross crush on your mother, who hates him more than she likes him.)

So, you step away from the fridge, the filtrator, the ghosts, and you eat a little bit more than you probably should whenever there's food that doesn't attack you, just to feel the walls of your stomach stretch.

It doesn't matter. You don't know if ghost food is safe for someone like you, someone halfway alive, to eat, anyway. There are stories about that, you're pretty sure. Something Greek.

Then, Vlad clones you, and there's someone else you can ask.

"Are you hungry?"

She looks at you with eyes that are the same as yours down to the tiny darker dot right under the pupil of your left eye. You're sitting at the Nasty Burger, the wrappers of four combo meals strewn around the table (may they rest in peace), so there's no mistaking the question.

"Always," she says, and you both decide to leave it at that.

Then it's the GIW, Sam's 'boyfriend,' Freakshow, Vlad again - and your life has always been crazy, but is it just you, or are humans starting to be more of a threat to you and yours than the ghosts?

It's not a comfortable thought, so in the lull you go exploring. Your friends humor you (they're great, Sam and Tucker, and you know what they'd say, if you told them about how you're hungry all the time, if you said anything about eating emotions, so you don't), probably because they're still guilty about stuff that wasn't their fault. You take advantage. You might be superhuman, but you're still human. You've got limits. You've got selfishness and greed and hypocrisy. It's all there, all the parts that make a person a person and not the graven image of a saint.

But your life is ridiculous, so you crash.

You meet Frostbite. You meet the Far Frozen. You meet a fan club that's about a thousand times more fanatical than the one one at Casper High - and this one doesn't even have people who bully you in it. It's flattering. And maybe a little creepy, sure, but you have a high tolerance for creepy. It comes with the territory.

So, you feed into it, lean into it, give Sam and Tucker silly nicknames and ride around on the shoulders of people who are only too happy to be your personal transport now and forever and sit down at a feast you have no intention of actually eating. None of the three of you do, to be fair. You've discussed your thoughts about eating the food of the dead with them. Instead, you smile and laugh and talk. It's easy.

You're always hungry. One skipped meal is basically nothing.

But the Far Frozen and Frostbite in particular are sharper-eyed than you gave them credit for.

"It won't hurt you, Great One," says Frostbite. When you look up, cocking an eyebrow in question, he continues. "The food. We may not look it, but our research into the medical field is unparalleled. We've even done extensive research into humans and half ghosts, like you!"

You stare at him, not really understanding.

"Eat, Great One."

"Is it really safe?" asks Sam. She's always been faster than you.

"We would be terrible hosts, to give you something that would harm you. It is safe."

You're hungry.

You've been hungry for a long, long time.

(It feels like it's been forever.)

You pick up a forkful of blue vegetables in an ectoplasm-green sauce and maneuver it, mechanically, into your mouth. You chew. You swallow.

And, you think, you want to cry.

[terrimavr]

Guys dare I say parallels

[dykedvonte]

"Are you gonna feed Curly his meds? He really suffers without them..."

The irony of Anya's statement and that Curly arguably suffers more with the medication but it gives them, and arguably Anya, the peace of mind that he'll quiet down, easing their emotional suffering.

[sparklingdemon]

i know sorrow's quote was in referral to blue but i feel like it could also be applied to leaf/green herself and abandon lonliness: i am's new ending from a meta standpoint if you think abt it hard enough……….

i mean. did we not see OP try to rewrite history in order to prevent the tragedy of lonliness and leaf rotting in hell? do we dare to forget - to erase what she did to lonliness? can she be forgiven now that it never happened in the first place...?

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo, if he leaned more into his love for magic tricks: for my next trick, I’m gonna make myself ~disappear~ *proceeds to get lost in space for five months*

[pocketgnome]

🎵

[jihef03]

I fucking love John Romita Jr and Scott Hanna's take on Venom.

The leaner silhouette, the smile, the little tendrils, the elongated claws.. He kind of feels like a living shadow, which is kind of approprate when he's written as foil to Peter.

[st4rstudent]

Winn + Mac fusion idea. lalala.