#and whatever the fuck was going on in season three

[babybearnation]

hopefully i worded this well 😖🤞

landoscar plan anonymous valentines gifts for reader thinking he would recognize their handwritings and overall the vibes of the gifts but reader always oblivious when someone likes him thinks the gifts are from someone else then lando and oscar desperately drop hints reader still adorably clueless

don't worry this is well worded! plus i really love this idea!

established!landoscar x gn!reader

lando and oscar are obsessed with you even more than they are obsessed with each other

they got together after silverstone 2023, and even though they're really happy together, they can't help but feel like a you-shaped void exists

you've worked at mclaren since 2020, so you're really close with lando, but when oscar arrived, you found yourself falling for him as well

but unfortunately for lando & oscar, you're really oblivious and didn't even know that they were a couple until they told you directly

you're happy for them, obviously, but you do feel a littte bit upset and/or jealous and you have to walk away and go calm down the second you can do so without it being weird

with valentine's day occurring during the middle of pre-season testing and preparations, lando and oscar set about making a plan on how to seduce you

lando buys you 10 gifts

oscar buys you 10 gifts

they buy you 5 gifts together

hell, oscar even convinces lando to work together on writing a love letter in case the gifts dont work (altho they are stupidly optimistic that they will)

they start planting the gifts around for you

you receive jewellery you've wanted for ages and stylish clothes that you mentioned ideally owning one day from lando

from oscar, you get hard to find sweets/snacks and things that pertain to whatever your hobby is

overall you're really starting to feel doted and loved upon

and you know the gifts are from two different people - the handwriting tells you as much - but you don't know who

even though the handwriting feels familiar, you don't investigate into it

you do excitedly tell lando and oscar all about it though which makes both of them suffer on the inside

when they realise you truly are that oblivious, they decide to start dropping hints

mentioning the next gift mere minutes before you'll find it

well, oscar is doing that. lando is telling you what the gift is as you find it

and yet, you still remain confused and oblivious as to who could be giving you all these gifts

lando snaps first, obviously, and marches over to you with the last present (a box of chocolates because valentine's day!!!) and the love letter he wrote with oscar

he hands them both to you with an insistent huff

"these are from me and oscar. just like everything else was."

he then storms off, leaving you alone with the final gift & the letter

you open the gift before reading the letter and you feel so guilty that you didn't recognise their handwriting and didn't notice all the signs they were trying to send

you read the letter two to three times before you start crying and you run from your work space to go and find them, tears streaming down your face

when you find them, you apologise for being oblivious and stupid and you confess your feelings and ask them to be your boyfriends

oscar doesn't give a fuck about the confession tbh, he just wants you to a) stop crying and b) never call yourself stupid ever again

lando meanwhile is not so patiently waiting for oscar to move the fuck out of the way so he can kiss you

yeah, you go home that day absolutely loved up and smothered in kisses from lando & oscar!

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[tvckerwash]

I reblogged this already but I'm reblogging it again because during my rewatch yesterday I realized jayce being the leader of piltover was in fact a plan mel set in motion starting all the way back in episode 4 of season one:

2/3rds of season one was spent on this plot line, that's not something that happens only for it to go nowhere. it was painfully clear that it was always the plan for jayce to be piltover’s figure head. he IS the golden boy, the man of progress, the defender of tomorrow, as you say, but the writers of season two decided to ignore that for whatever reason—which really sucks! his role as piltover’s hero/propagandic figure who just so happened to be a scientist was always a very underutilized aspect of his league lore imo, which does unfortunately make sense because iirc he was designed to be a foil to viktor first—who existed as a standalone character before jayce was around—and everything else was second. season one worked so hard to build him up as a character outside of that relationship, and season two threw him straight back into the hole they had dug him out of. to fuck something that practically writes itself up so badly is just....ugh. the cognitive disconnect from the story as it was written necessary to achieve that is sort of impressive in way.

re: jayce's recklessness, I would like to point out that most of his really reckless actions are things he's talked into doing by someone else. mel is the one who made him blurt out the truth of his work at his trial, viktor is the one who talked him into breaking into heimerdinger's office, marcus (unintentionally) gave him the idea to set up the barricade on the bridge, ambessa and mel are the ones who (highkey and lowkey respectively) fear mongered him into making hextech weapons, vi is the one who talked him into the shimmer raid, etc.

caitlyn's story in season one was about finding out the truth: the truth about silco, the truth about zaun, the truth about piltover. she was your average sheltered rich girl whose parents wanted to keep her from seeing the real world in order to protect her. she despises the power her family name holds, she despises that she has to question whether any of her achievements are due to her own merit or her parents buying them for her, and yet she still constantly uses the name she hates to get her way and do whatever she wants (and jayce’s name! she used his new position as a councilor to get vi released from prison without his knowledge! and she used it to convince ekko to let her take gemstone back to piltover!)

her arc in season two should've been about her having to confront her name and legacy as the new head of house kiramman, and her recognizing that she's been doing the exact same thing her parents did. her doing so was probably going to be portrayed as though it was justified because she's using it for good because that's what riot set up—which I'm fine with because I never expected them to address her privilege much more than they already did in season one because that's just how they treat their lore.

but making someone as kind as cait, a dictator who gassed people was totally unnecessary and insultingly out of character, for her AND jayce. even if they were blinded by rage, I refuse to accept that these two characters—who are fundamentally good people that care very deeply about doing the right thing and making things better—would go to such lengths:

+

side note: I kind of doubt jayce would've made caitlyn sheriff at the beginning of season two considering his reaction to her being caught in jinx’s attack in act two, and especially not after she was kidnapped in act three. it's not impossible of course, but I think it'd make sense for it to happen later in the season after things have calmed down some, or it could've made a really good finale for her too ngl.

The thing that bugs me most about Caitlyn's arc is how obviously she was forced into the position Jayce had been set up to fill.

Jayce was the de facto head of the council that Sheriff Marcus (keep that in mind) reported directly to for city security.

He was the Golden Boy, Man of Progress, beloved by everyone in Piltover for the invention of Hextech! Charismatic! Handsome!

They didn't NEED martial law. After Jayce emerged unscathed from the terrorist attack, most of the council dead, Piltover would have been falling over itself to give him sole authority regardless of him wanting to quit the council right before the attack.

And Jayce should have been beside himself with rage! Jinx turned his invention, his dream, into a weapon that nearly killed him and the two people he loves most! Mel and Viktor, at the same time! She ruined his peace deal! (And killed Silco, but for some reason Cait and Vi never tell anyone about that)

But nope. He's just sad, and tries to talk Caitlyn down from wanting to kill Jinx.... Like wtf!! Where did his passion go?? His recklessness? Caitlyn got it all.

Let's say he's still reeling after killing the kid in his shimmer raid and fearing the consequences of violent intervention. Fine. But then there is the attack at the memorial. Now it's bigger than Jinx, and his entire city is threatened.

Picture the end of episode 1, with the council gathering in the basement after the memorial attack and it is JAYCE marching in to announce the strike team, with Caitlyn and Vi beside him, with their shiny Hextech weapons.

They didn't need to give Caitlyn political power. She could have become Sheriff under Jayce! She would have had nearly the EXACT same scenes. She doesn't get a single moment where she acts like a political leader in Act 2 anyway!

We never see her do anything the sheriff wouldn't do, which tells me this was a late change to cram all the remaining story into one season, to every character's detriment. If Caitlyn had just been following Jayce's orders until running into Vi, her flip would not have felt so jarring.

She loves Jayce as an older brother, she's grieving her mother, she and Jayce could have BOTH been manipulated by Ambessa. Let Caitlyn be at the forefront of all the awful shit she's ORDERED to do, instead of ordering it HERSELF.

By giving her ultimate authority instead, the few clipped scenes of her redemption, her "I know" and letting Jinx go free are nowhere near enough to get the audience back on her side. As evidenced by how many people hated her arc this season.

[eggcompany]

Strength, Trust, and Muzzles Part 1

Viktor would never be the "omega" in their relationship. He was too... Everything a alpha should be. Confident, knowing, dominate, protective. Viktor was a perfect alpha. But so was Jayce. But Jayce was always willing to be under Viktor, to submit. He just didn't know he'd be so nervous to get bitched down.

Alpha/Alpha with some BDSM elements.

Jayce was never going to make Viktor his omega. Sure sometimes he topped, sometimes he nipped at the back of his neck, and yes sometimes he got knotheaded and begged to put a baby in the other man. 

But Viktor would never be his omega. Viktor would never be under Jayce, never submit to him. 

Jayce was however resigned to the fact that when they did mate, for the first real time, both in rut, he wouldn’t be the one getting bitched down. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be under Viktor, he loved being under Viktor, loved getting fucked with his perfect hard as nails cock, letting it reached deep inside him and rub against his prostate until he cried, but he was nervous. 

Nervous because he was a knothead who got dick dumb every time he was in rut. He got the head rush that Viktor never did. Viktor was always so level headed in his ruts, thoughtful and in full control. Jayce wasn't in control, he was a slave to his instincts. He was nervous he’d turn it around on Viktor by accident, end up ruining it, making the bond unstable or worse, not set at all. 

Viktor was calmed down in his soul, calm and relaxed, as he took his inducers. He would fall into rut a day after Jayce. He was calm because he was finally ready to mate with Jayce, after three years, they would finally seal the deal. 

He had all the supplies he needed. The workers at the sex shop knew him well after his many trios. He had his bondage mittens, to keep Jayce’s hands to himself because he was always so handsy. And a spreader bar, the strongest one he could find, and a full set of dildos, from thin small ones to one that was only slightly smaller than himself, a full set of five. The handcuffs he had weren’t from the sex shop, they were real and bought from someone Viktor knew as a much younger man. 

He felt calm and confident as he fell asleep next to Jayce, his soon-to-be mate smelled spicy and rich like grilled seasoned meat and smoke. Tomorrow he’d be in full rut, probably wake up with a knot in his pants. 

Jayce was out of his mind. How did he ever think getting bitched down would ever be a good idea. He woke up warm and hard, cozy in bed ready to fuck whatever Viktor offered, his ass, his mouth, his hand, the fleshlight tucked between his thighs, whatever it didn’t matter as long as Viktor was right th-

“Vik?” Jayce called out when he noticed he was alone in their bed. It was cold and empty where his mate should be. Jayce got up and yawned as he made his way to the doorway. He was hot. Too hot. His dick hurt where it hung heavy between his legs. 

“Viktor? Baby where’d you go?” Jayce asked into the empty space of their apartment. He looked around, the sun was coasting through the gauzy curtains that covered all the windows from onlookers. Viktor loved those, they let the sun in but kept people from snapping pictures through the glass. 

Jayce shook his head, getting out of his thoughts as he heard something in the kitchen. 

Viktor. Jayce watched him, dressed in his loose boxers and borrowed tshirt, looking beautiful and frumpy. His hair was a mess, his soft brace on his leg as he used his cane to move around the kitchen. 

“You’re beautiful” Jayce said as he watched Viktor stir a pot of oatmeal. Simple and warm. Viktor turned around, pink cheeked and a heat roaring behind his eyes. 

“On your knees beside my chair. Get a cushion from the couch.” Viktor said voice dug deeper, commanding yet cool and even. Jayce’s cock twitched, jumping as he moved to the couch grabbing one of the square pillows there. 

Viktor settled himself into his dining room chair, a big bowl of oatmeal in front of him, cinnamon puffed on the top. 

Viktor ignored as Jayce knelt down beside him, hugging into his leg, rubbing his forehead over his bare thigh. Jayce loved Viktor, he smelled so good, rich and manly, nice and hot. Jayce was content to sit there and smell Viktor to run his hands up and down his legs, petting the dark hair there. 

Viktor looked at Jayce, his blown dark eyes, his sleep messed hair, his body heavy and relaxed even as his cock laid ignored and heavy. 

He took a handful of his hair and pulled back, making Jayce’s head fallback easily. Jayce gasped and looked up at him. 

“Open.” Viktor ordered and Jayce opened his mouth with a smile, tongue peaking past his teeth. Viktor fed him, making sure the spoon didn’t hit his teeth. Jayce hummed and kept his head up, as he rested against his thigh. 

Soon the bowl was empty and they were both full, ready for the day. Jayce’s hips were swaying, cock smearing precum across Viktor’s ankle and the pillow below. 

“We’re taking it easy today, Jayce, tomorrow is going to be very difficult on you. Your body, your mind.” Viktor said as he ran his hand through his boyfriend's hair, massaging as he went, nails dragging on his scalp. 

Jayce smiled and nodded, kneeling up to kiss Viktor’s palm down to his wrist, right over his scent gland, sucking on it lightly, getting a hit of Viktor’s rich smell. 

“Go make a spot on the couch. I need to clean up and take my medicine. I'll come suck you off when I’m done.” Viktor instructed leaning down to whisper the last sentence close to Jayce’s face before kissing him. Jayce moaned into the kiss rising up on his knees, pushing to be closer to his mate. 

“I love you” Jayce said as he pulled back breathless. He loved kissing Viktor. Loved everything Viktor did. Loved him so much. 

“I know. Go put on a show for us and I’ll be there in a moment.” Viktor said and patted Jayce’s cheek, his hands were cold against his blush hot cheek. Jayce nodded and got up, legs wobbly as his cock cried to be touched. Patience. 

He got to the couch and had to push down the urge to tear into the fabric, instead he fanned out their throw blankets the four different fabrics making him happy as he laid them all out making a spot for Viktor, pillows in just the right spot to support his joints. 

He sat beside the couch, cross cross on the floor as he picked a movie Viktor liked, dinosaurs Viktor liked dinosaur movies. He absentmindedly petted at his cock, a few squeezes around the base, smearing the precum down, rubbing his thumb lightly over the frenulum. It felt good, not enough to cum, but good. 

“Do you want a handjob? Alpha can jerk you off if you want baby.” Viktor asked as he came into the room, settled into his place on the couch. 

Jayce thought about it, Viktor gave good head, perfect suction and that talented tongue but he only took in the tip. Viktor’s handjobs however… both hands on his cock and he always talked, that’s what got Jayce closer than anything else, Viktor talking to him. 

“Handjob.” Jayce said and crawled up onto the couch, flopping back onto Viktor’s chest, his brace was stiff and cold under the thin fabric of his t-shirt, pressing into Jayce’s back as he reached around his body. 

“You’re so heavy. You’re already close huh? Yes, look at this drippy thing.” Viktor said voice quiet as he reached around Jayce’s body to wrap a hand around his cock, his other one drifting down to fondle at his hefty balls. 

Jayce groaned and relaxed, leaning back to let Viktor take his weight. He moaned as Viktor gave his sack a squeeze as his other hand twisted around the tip of his cock. Viktor started a tight but slow pace, second hand going to pet over his stomach up to his chest. 

“Beautiful. My beautiful mate. So pretty. Cum for me, Jayce, let it out.” Viktor encouraged as a hand came up and gave one of his pecs a squeeze, the muscle giving up easily. Jayce whined and bucked up into his hand, hips jumping as he chased his orgasm. Viktor sped his hand up, his other hand coming down to roll over the tip. 

“Show Alpha that you can cum, messy boy, come on.” Viktor said, lips right on Jayce’s ear, voice light and teasing. Jayce moaned, a deep noise coming from his chest as his hands wrapped around Viktor’s legs where they were on either side of him. He thrusted a few more times as Viktor’s voice floated through his head, the words lost but the feeling was there. 

Jayce groaned as he came, hips twitching. Viktor’s hand came down to squeeze the base, right over the slight swell of his knot, the other coming his tip, making his cum splash back down onto him. Jayce whined, looking down at himself as buckets of cum came rushing back down onto his shaft, puddling on his hips and belly. 

“So good, good boy. That was so good. Let’s get all this cleaned up and you can lay on me. Sound good?” Viktor said as he let his clean hand run up and down Jayce’s stomach, calming him as he caught his breath. 

Jayce breathed in Viktor’s smell, nothing else existed around him except Viktor. He just felt foggy in his head, eyes watching as Viktor’s hands, perfect strong yet thin hands, came back to his still hard cock with tissues from the side table. He couldn’t feel as they cleaned him up, his knot only a quarter popped but enough he didn’t feel as the dry tissue rubbed across his tip. 

“I love you, Vik.” Jayce said as he moved a bit, sitting up enough Viktor could get a full breath. He felt the dumb heft getting heavier in his brain. He felt like his thoughts were floating away, the heat in his belly, his hunger for Viktor, it was the only thing he could focus on. 

“I love you too, baby. You’re doing so well.” Viktor praised as he sat up himself, just enough to wipe his hand on his shirt before pulling it up and off. Jayce liked skin to skin, so when they settled back onto the couch, he purred happily, laying lax as Viktor played with his chest hair, occasionally giving his soft pecs a grope, pinching a nipple teasingly every so often.

By the time late lunch arrived, neither of them wanted to get up. Jayce was laying face down, head resting on Viktor’s chest, watching the show on the TV absently as Viktor ran his fingers through his hair with one hand, phone in the other. Viktor ordered food, cringing at the fees applied. 

When it arrived, popcorn chicken and mashed potatoes and a few biscuits. Jayce liked that food when he was in rut. Jayce was knelt down on the floor again, eating from Viktor’s fingers until he was finished. They settled back in for the show again, this time Jayce was sitting down on the floor with Viktor’s legs hanging over his shoulders, massaging his feet. 

Dinner was a more difficult time. Viktor was feeling his own rut start creeping through him. He wanted meat, he wanted Jayce in his lap, he wanted to sink his teeth into the beautiful crest of Jayce’s ass, to mark him. They could barely get to the dinning table without pulling at each other, lips sealed, tongues tangling together. But eventually Viktor gets Jayce sat down in a chair, hand on his cock. 

“Just order something, use my card, I’ll eat anything you give me, I don’t care. I wanna get you in bed, wanna put a baby in you.” Jayce said, voice rolling as he looked at Vik, hand stroking himself quickly, eyes big and dopey. He laid his head down against the table, eyes staying locked on Viktor as he leaned back against the sink, staring back. Jayce couldn’t tear his eyes away, dotted pale skin covered by his braces and his small white briefs. He wanted to mark him up, roll him over, and fuck him till he was calm and bred up. 

“You have to wait till I’ve- I’ve eaten. Then we can go… handle it. And bath. And then sleep because tomorrow when I start, I won’t stop.” Viktor said, his put together facade crumbling a little. He was in full control of himself, knowing exactly what he wanted and what needed to happen, but he was still just an alpha with wants. He wanted to get started right at that moment, but Jayce needed to be well rested and he himself needed to be in full rut. A bitching would take them both out of rut once completed, so they both needed to be in full season. 

“Fu-uck, please?” Jayce begged as he got closer, one hand wrapping around his swelling knot as the other kept working his shaft. It would be one of his last orgasms of this rut, Viktor thought he should enjoy it. Jayce groaned as he came, shivering as he ruined the underside of their dining table. 

Viktor pulled his phone out, taking a moment to snap a photo, just to save for later, print out and put in their shoebox perhaps, before ordering more food. Not just hot food but snacks and treats for later. Some things that would soothe Jayce in his state. And some sleep aid. 

Jayce was panting, squeezing his knot as his eyes closed. Viktor came up to him, rubbing his back, hand petting over his spine. 

“So pretty. Get under there and lick it up.” Viktor said, the worth like filth flowing easily off his tongue. Jayce gasped and tensed for a second before looking up at his mate, searching to see if he was serious. Viktor stared down at him, testing him, seeing how far he’d listen while dumb in rut. 

Jayce slipped onto his knees from the chair, eyes stuck on Viktor as he got under the table. When he finally looked away, towards the mess he’d created, he turned white. There was so much. And it smelled like alpha cum, making him a little nauseous. He opened his mouth though, because Viktor wanted him too, and went to lick the dusty unfinished wood but Viktor snapped his fingers. 

“Such an obedient thing. Good boy.” Viktor said, voice deep, heavy with lust as he stopped Jayce. The younger alpha watched as he got a kitchen towel and wetted it in the sink, handing it to him, damp and warm. Jayce looked between his mate and the towel, and up at his mess before Viktor bent down, leaning heavily on his cane as he met Jayce’s eyes. 

“Clean it with the towel. You don’t need to lick it up.” Viktor said, smiling at his boyfriend as his mind slowly processed the words. 

“I love you, Viktor” Jayce said with a dopey smile as he started to clean away the thick cum. 

“I love you too. I love you so much, Jayce.” Viktor said, the words so easy to say as he thought about how good the next day would be. How receptive Jayce was going to be. How Jayce would be so beautiful with his bite mark. 

The night settled with Jayce knotting his fleshlight, tucked between Viktor’s legs, dopey and warm. Viktor watched as he slept, tucking a few stray hairs back into place, enjoying the calm rolling heat that was settling into his gut. He’d be in full rut tomorrow, ready to make Jayce his. Forever. 

Next Chapter >

[opossumprints]

I keep thinking about what the fourth would be like the summer after Vecna is defeated

I think about how everyone is kinda nervous about getting fireworks after everything but Wayne and Eddie have a tradition of lighting fireworks together and after everything they have been through the group decides “ehhh worth a shot” and besides it’ll be something nice for their two newest members

Eddie’s the one who gets all the fireworks and it’s things called, like, “nuclear war fair” and “the Big One tm” and one shaped like a taco. Needless to say Eddie is NOT allowed to light them.

However Hopper refuses to light them because he’s had to deal with too many idiots blowing themselves sky high in the name of patriotism and wants nothing to do with it.

So the duty falls to Steve.

Steve who takes his sweet ass time walking away once he’s lit the fuse and stands concerningly close, arms crossed, still holding the lighter.

Hey, if he had to launch rockets at a melted-people-monster while high off his ass and beat to high hell he can handle these glorified sparklers.

[andi-o-geyser]

ohhh girlfriend is about to be humbled so badly. get glintshore'd, bitch

[bbuzz28]

this thought immediately came to mind when I read this idea (and it maybe gets away from the point a lil bit, ((apologies)) ):

For his first thunderstorm at the Shack, Stan Pines slept in the bathtub.

He's experienced all kinds of weather over the years- the sticky humidity of a Tijuanna winter, ice storms that could freeze rats solid on a New York City fire escape, fog banks that cover the road so thick that you can barely see a foot in front of you (or whatever the hell an elk was) in Washington State.

Technically speaking, a thunderstorm should have been comforting-he remembered many a summer night running home from the beach in the rain with Ford- and yet...

He can hear every pane of glass in every single window in the house shake. He runs around and taped them in place just like they used to do during hurricane season, and yet the noise still follows him wherever he goes in the Shack. Why did Ford have to build a house with so many fucking windows? The noise is overwhelming and there unfortunately isn't anything else he can do but wait the storm out.

He considers going underground to the lab-he wouldn't be able to hear anything there. He still hadn't worked out how the electricity worked in the lab (though it luckily didn't seem to be attached to the electric bill)-he was pretty sure it had its own generator, but this would be a hell of a day to test that theory if he ended up without power and stuck in that dreary place.

Instead, he turns off the lights and draws back the flimsy shower curtain around the tub-shoving a pillow on the opposite side from the spigot. He'd rather face the opposite way to keep an eye on the door even if it was locked, but the last time he slept in here he ended up cracking his head on the damn thing. He had enough going on in his life without giving himself a concussion.

As he lay in the dark, he tried to remember the last time he felt this unnerved by a storm and his mind took a walk back to Glass Shard Beach, 1960-something. His father was away for the weekend with the fellas from The Royal Order of the Holy Mackerel and Shermie was staying overnight at a friend's house- leaving just Ford, his mother and the cat at home.

They laid three to a bed in his parent's big bed, listening to the windows shake and the wind howl. As his mother's cat clung to her head, Stan considered joining it as another thunderclap shook the upstairs apartment. What if the storm blew all the windows in? What if the bay flooded? What would happen if water got into his father's shop? He remembered his mother pulled him and Ford closer to her in the bed, Stan flush against her and his brother against him, shushing any worries. She told them she knew exactly how far away the storm really was-and not just because she was a psychic.

Now in the slightly damp tub, too many years later, Stan tried to count how many seconds fell between the flash of light and the sound of thunder just as his mother taught them. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven-CRACK! He turned to face the rim of the tub, gently placing Ford's glasses from his pocket along the edge and stared at them. He shouldn't have them, but at the last second he had grabbed them off his brother's old chest of drawers-as if the inanimate object could provide any sense of company.

The curve of the tub, though colder than his mother ever was, held him as comfortably as the El Diablo ever had. He had spent more nights than not in her worn leather seats, blocking out the outside world with the pieces of cardboard he had perfectly traced to fit each of her windows. The tub was like that; he felt better being enclosed, waiting for the next flash of lightning.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten- CRACK! Okay, the storm was moving at least-was it two miles away now? Isn't that how the math worked? He remembered vaguely how his brother exclaimed that his mother's trick was just math at the end of the day. At least if Stan was distracted by the numbers bouncing around in his head, he couldn't concentrate on anything else. Like how he wished Ford was here, since it wouldn't take him half as long to count or do fourth grade math in his head- he would just know.

He stretched a leg out and kicked the faucet, wincing as he went over the numbers one more time, certain he was right. He felt a little silly-he was a grown man. A grown man with a bed. That's where men were supposed to sleep, not cars or park benches and certainly not bathtubs. His father surely never slept in a bathtub. He wonders if Ford ever did-maybe after a drunken college night with that blonde guy in the photos he had found the other week.

One, two, three, four, five- CRACK! It didn't matter-no one was here to judge him. Now that the storm was certainly overhead it didn't feel quite as lonely as it normally felt in that big open bed. It was nothing like his car, nor his (at this point if it still existed, much too tiny) bunk bed back in New Jersey. He wasn't sure if he would ever get used to the open space-but he supposed as long as he lived here he could always just set up an unofficial camp.

Stan concentrated on the curve of the tub and how it held him, imagining he was far, far away. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep; hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't dream, but if he did it would be of home.

Stanley having trouble sleeping in an actual bed so he sleeps in a tub because it's cramped...like his car.

[saragrosie]

I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.

Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.

Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)

[achingly-shy]

ALSO the end of the episode when jemma is telling fitz that he’s the real hero because he was beside her the whole damn time in the lab and was giving her hope when she had none and then she kisses his cheek and walks away and he sits there smiling and then that smile slowly turns into more of a thinking contemplating oh shit face AND THEN HE KNOWS HE NEVER GOT OVER IT HE NEVER GOT OVER HER

[xxplastic-cubexx]

MARVEL RIVALS NEW SEASON DROPS ON MY BIRTHDAY LETS FUCKIGN GO????????

[katierosefun]

idk this is definitely because i had an interesting 2024, but something i adore about elementary’s sherlock holmes is that he really goes from hating group meetings and therapy to realizing hm actually there is a real place for it in his recovery. like. he went from actively hypnotizing himself during meetings to going to them and sharing his insecurities and his fears about his sobriety. he becomes a sponsor. he gets quite aggressive when he becomes a sponsor, even. he encourages his new protégée to go to group meetings. sherlock holmes went from being arrogant (“i’m better than everyone, so these programs won’t work on me”) to openly admitting that just like anyone else, he needs a support system, and that makes me so teary every time

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

finished hazbin hotel and what the fuck it's actually kind of??? good???

[sunforgrace]

he sat there on the ground and cried. for cas. cas told him he loved him was taken away and he buried his head in his hands and wept

[ilargeicontradictmiself]

I don't think we've talked enough about how iconic it was that the flash got both Wentworth and dominic to play partners, ice and fire, with wentworth the one making the plans. Like the first episode he appears in they don't even show dominic, you hear him say "yeah buddy im in" at the very end of the episode. They gave them whole ass brotherly partners they started in the flash then moved to legends and all that after the first run of prison break, like they knew the power they had at that point. Fucking iconic.

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

looking at doctor who series 14 episode 6 rogue and wishing bridgerton, the show that is set in regency england full time, actually had the nerve to look that damn beautiful. I'm not complaining about the historical inaccuracies of the bridgerton costumes, I just wish that if they were going to be historically inaccurate they at least didn't make two thirds of the costumes godawful, absolutely atrocious, so fucking ugly it makes me wish fabric was never invented

[lecliss]

Why tye fuck am I crying over ninja clash in the land of snow???? I fucking love this movie so much. It's sooooo fucking good. It's definitely my favorite and it was only the first ever Naruto movie. Can you believe they peaked at the first fucking one??? Why is it so good??? Fuck man aaaaaa

[chamomileteainabuttercup]

On one hand, now THAT is queerbaiting*

On the other, and I feel more significantly, is that King Ghidorah-baiting??

N.B. this may be fake in the first place but let me have my kaiju fun