#and then a car alarm

[telomirage]

sometimes a creature will call from outside and I'll go very still because I have no idea wtf it is and its identity is none of my business

[gomacave]

clinging to corpses

[the-pipes]

It growled at him.

[sparrowlucero]

this is the iconic dinosaur horror jurassic park wishes it was

[chikaras-garden]

I think Demonhead Damian would absolutely love to take care of his lover when she’s sick, even going as far as to do the cooking himself instead of relying on his servants (just in case someone tries to take advantage of your weakened state and poison you).

This one goes out to all the babes who apparently got sick over the holidays (I'm babes).

Something is wrong with your powers. Not in the sense that you’re a danger to those around you, no—but they are draining you more than usual, leaving you hopelessly fatigued and, well, sick.

So sick that you barely have the energy to lift your head when a pair of servants enter your room shadowed by Damian, who watches them like a hawk. 

When one of them sets a bowl on your nightstand, you eye it curiously. Blearily, you ask, “What is that?”

Damian gives you an incredulous look. “It is soup.”

The servants step back into the shadowy corners of the room, and it’s almost as if you’re alone with Damian when he sits on the edge of your bed, then pulls the bowl into his lap. 

“Red lentil soup. I made it myself,” he murmurs while presenting the spoon to your dry lips. You eagerly take what he feeds you, and it tastes so wonderful that you suddenly, painfully recall that it’s been too long since you ate anything.

“Why?” you husk, rubbing at your tired eyes for but a moment before Damian’s hand replaces yours, and he soothes your face with a warm cloth. 

And there’s that look again. “Because you are ill.”

“But we have servants—“

He silences you with a kiss on your forehead. “I trust no one around you when you are so weak, beloved. I barely trust myself.”

“Damian,” you whisper, suddenly breathless with something much more pleasant than your lingering cough. It isn’t that you doubted his ability to cook—you’re certain he can do anything he decides to do—but you’re surprised and touched that he would go to all that trouble, humbling himself in this way only for you.

“Hush,” he soothes. When he dips the spoon into the soup again, you catch the faintest hint of a shy smile on his lips. “Eat now, please. I need to ensure your strength returns.”

[artemis-pendragon]

Down catastrophic I'm afraid

[cowcat44]

"CMONNNNN!!"

How can people not love him?!💀🤣

[kaereth]

Me wrow I'm so excited to finally have some more freetime for the next few weeks!

also me taking in a new 2 week old foster kitten suddenly:

[catfindr]

[jimmyspades]

1989 | 1996 | 2017

[valyrfia]

slightly worried about the pattern emerging over in ferrari where charles does well -> immediately in the next time he’s out and it matters it’s suddenly not working at all. it’s enough to make me go a little tinfoil hat.

[triple-starsss]

And then there’s Metal Sonic that would just:

SCREAAMING. god he would </3

[melodychocolat]

flea market finds!!!!

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

The resemblance is real guys

[nicollekidman]

brains are so funny bc what do you mean i just spent an incredible lovely evening full of engaging conversation with people i love and the whole time there was a backup chorus going “spike btvs you should talk about spike btvs”

[ashoss]

hey can we all just be really cool and agree to stop the fireworks at midnight. thanks