#btw i love dodge???

[godofstupidsentences]

dodge mason with a cowboy hat please save me dodge mason…

[zan0tix]

STUPID PARADOX SPACE STYLE DJ COMIC

[iwoulddieforienzo]

HI WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT SUSHANG AND JIAOQIU…..

Also Moze hiding on the roof lmao

[bri-cheeses]

“Have you ever been in love?”

The question seems to take Evan by surprise. “What?”

Barty repeats the question, shifting up into a sitting position. His hands dig into the ground, still damp from last night’s rain. “Have you ever been in love?”

There’s a beat of silence. Then, looking down at his feet, Evan quietly answers, “Yes.”

Suddenly, Barty is mad at himself for asking. He can’t even say why he asked in the first place; he simply had the thought, and being the impulsive person he is, he asked without thinking. Now he wishes he hadn’t, if only to have avoided this odd burning in his chest caused by Evan’s answer. And really, he should drop the topic, based on downcast tint to Evan’s response, but he can’t seem to let it go. So instead, he presses the issue.

“When?” he asks, looking intently at Evan.

At that, Evan looks to his left, purposely avoiding eye contact with Barty. He stubs out his cigarette on the grass next to him, a thin curl of smoke rising up from it as he does so. “A long, long time ago.” His voice is dark with something Barty can’t name.

“Did it end well?”

Evan cuts him a look. “Who said it ended?”

At his words, something twists inside Barty. Suddenly there’s a lump in his throat as he works to get out his next sentence. “Well, you said a long time ago. So I thought that it was a, uh, past thing.”

“Yeah. It was a long time ago. When I… fell in love.”

Barty knows he’s the one who started this conversation, but he really hates the way Evan says love in reference to some mystery person. At least he used past tense, though, meaning it’s a thing of the past.

“So what happened?” Barty questions.

“They didn’t want me in the way I wanted them. Still don’t want me that way.” There’s something bitter in Evan’s tone, and he’s gone back to refusing to look at Barty. In contrast, Barty stares at him intently. He feels as though he’ll be able to see through Evan’s exterior and into his insides, where all his secrets are hidden, if he only looks hard enough.

“Who was it?”

“Does it matter?” Evan’s voice is biting as he sharply turns his head back towards Barty.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Barty leans back onto his elbows, tearing his gaze from Evan. It’s almost comical how their positions have changed; now, Evan stares at Barty, and Barty looks out over the lake in an effort to avoid his gaze.

“It was no one important, okay?”

“Oh.” Something settles in Barty when he hears that, even if Evan’s tone contrasts with his dismissive words. “They were—still are—an idiot, though. Just for the record.”

Evan laughs in that disbelieving way of his, as if he’s sharing an inside joke with himself. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Barty says definitively. “I mean, you’re perfect. And whoever can’t see that is an idiot.”

“Perfect?”

“Yup.” Barty means it, too.

“Yeah, well,” Evan scoffs, “it isn’t good enough for them. So it doesn’t matter.”

“Well, you’re good enough for me,” Barty says hotly. “So don’t worry about that idiot. Because you and me? We’re best friends, and you’ll always be good enough for me. You know that, right?”

Evan is avoiding Barty’s gaze again. He picks at the grass next to him, focusing on that instead. “Right,” he says somewhat bitterly.

“I mean it,” Barty insists. “You are.”

Evan looks at him, smiling sadly. “Thanks, Bee. But it’s getting cold. I think I’ll head back inside if that’s all right with you.”

“I—okay. Yeah, uh, sure.”

With that, Evan gets up and begins the walk back to the castle. Barty watches him go, thinking their entire exchange over.

He’s not entirely sure where the conversation went sour enough to get Evan to leave, but clearly something must’ve caused his abrupt departure. Even if Barty had thought he had said the right things to get Evan to cheer up again. He had meant what he said, too; Evan always would be good enough for him. Barty honestly couldn’t imagine a better best friend.

So Evan shouldn’t, Barty thinks heatedly, have ever been hung up on some random person who couldn’t even see how amazing he is.

Barty continues to sit there, close to the shore of the lake, and watches Evan’s retreating form. And as he watches Evan reach up to wipe at his eyes, trying and failing to act like it was nonchalant gesture, he resolves to find out who Evan was talking about. And he’s going to make them, whoever it may be, pay for how they hurt Barty’s best friend.

[pareidolla]

yippee!! got permission from @tai-janai to doodle what i think heroic tower might look like since she's been living in my mind rent free. in the same way base tower is the most divine of the vessels, i imagine heroic tower might be the most heroic of the heroines? so naturally, knight centaur! protector of the forest! big beautiful woman who will run at you vv fast parry this you filthy casual etc etc

also bonus spectre bullying doodle

[lychens]

Since you're so afraid of AI, I hope it displaces all of your family, takes over any and all skill you may have, and all you have left is polishing AIs balls. You refuse to learn, but we will make you learn.

framing this one and putting it on my mantle for my followers to point and laugh at. fucking clown

[sparky-is-spiders]

JE week day 3 (for the prompts "sick" and "confession")! Which is also today. Please don't look at you calendars. Anyway this one is much shorter than previous. Warning for second-hand embarrassment I guess? Sorry Jon you're just so bulliable. Fic under the cut.

(Edit I forgot to re-italicize everything lmao. So if you saw a version of this where nothing was in italics uhhhh no you didn't. Also added some other stuff cause this baby needed some editing)

"Elias Bouchard speaking," "Hello. This is Jon." A moment. "Erm- Jon Sims." Idiot. He already knows who you are! "Ah, Jon, good morning. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Elias sounded genuinely warm, like he was actually happy to hear from them. Something light and fuzzy bloomed in their chest. Their head felt blanketed in fog. What were they going to say? "Jon?" Right. Calling out sick. They had a plan that they had practiced over and over again in their head. Stick to the script. "I-I've come down with a cold, I think," their voice sounded rough and scratchy, even to their own ears. "I don't think I'll be able to come in today." "You do sound rather under the weather," there was the faint sound of computer keys clacking in the background. Elias himself seemed nonplussed at the news, which was probably a good sign. Still, barely two months into their important new job and already calling out sick… best to be clear that he wasn't slacking off. "I apologize, I know it must be inconvenient. I assure you that I'll be in to work as soon as possible, a-and-" Their words were rushing out of his mouth, tripping over each other in Jon's desperate need to make themselves understood. Elias mercifully cut them off. "Jon, if you're calling out sick, I'm assuming the situation is dire. Please, take as much time as you need. I'll inform the others that you're not feeling well." Elias sounded so terribly fond Jon was sure they were projecting their own fluttering nonsense onto him. After a brief pause, he added, "And please do make sure that you actually get some rest. Now, will that be all?" "I- thank you. Yes… that- that should be everything." "Alright. Get well soon, Jon." And then, in their cold-fogged brain, some stupid holdover instinct from their relationship with Georgie woke from its years long slumber to fire off "I love you." There was a moment of horrible, echoing silence as they both sat with the words Jon had allowed to leave their mouth. Then, with desperate finality, Jon ended the call.

(A few minutes later their phone vibrated. Jon pulled it out, handling it with all the careful fear of a snake handler holding an angry cobra.

It was a text. From Elias.

While flattering, I assume that's not what you meant to say?

Another vibration, and another message on the screen.

It's alright. Happens to everyone. Best of luck with your recovery and please do let me know if you need anything.)

[i-will-always-love-the-jedi]

My take on what will happen at the end of „Beyond the Spiderverse“ :)

Click the first panel and swipe through to read properly

:D the whole thing ->

seriously tho, the whole "it doesnt end well" dialouge feels like forshadowing, PLUS gwen telling her father "dont worry, i'll be back soon" is such a she's gonna die thing to say

anyways, i love my queen gwen

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[moominpopzz]

Every time me and @skylar328 get hyperfixated on the same thing I become one of those writers locked in the basement of a sims house so she can make me write fics for her

[blackicek1lls]

so I recently finished POTO and apparently the Detective doesn't even know their own name??? the footnotes are definitely written by them so like what the fuck. at least we know they're not French? and are very modern??

[slipperyslideyday]

I'm really realizing that my biggest ick in books is when man / woman / any gendered term is replaced with "male" and "female". Typically I see it used in romances with non human characters but like. Are you really dedicating yourself to "yes these angels/vampires/fairies/were-whatevers have a sexual binary that humans TOTALLY have but dont call them man or woman! bc they're not human!"

[kakusu-shipping]

Whats your favorite part about cap?? What drew you to the mon the myth the legend????

I'm grabbing you I'm grabbing you so tightly you don't understand I can't explain it to you but look. Listen.

A character must be at least a little Cringefail to get on my F/O list, right? I've said as much. It's my staple. I love a pathetic guy (gender neutral) who has something bullyable about them.

Except. For some ungodly reason. Pokémon.

A Pokemon does not have to be Cringefail to catch my attention. Rather the opposite. A Pokemon just has to be a little cool, have a neat animation, use a sick move, have a really epic battle in the anime, and I'm all over them like a Shounen girl is over the OP Protag boy.

And I don't. Know. Why. But it's happened Five times now so I simply must acknowledge the pattern.

My favorite thing about Captain Pikachu? What drew me to him? He's cool as hell. He's so cool. Babe this Pikachu, this yellow rat. Is so damn cool.

His thunder punch, his volt tackle, the way he protects the kids teaches them challenges them. He's the Captain of an Airship, he loved the sunrise so much he taught himself to fly just to see it, he faced a raging Moltress with no hesitation. He drinks coffee. He perches above people and scoffs in a Knows Better way.

And yeah at the end of the day he is just the Mascot Pikachu with a lil hat. He's got the same Overpowered anime Pikachu power as Ash's Pikachu.

But man does he use it to look a lot cooler

[youremployer]

N-no, of course not I'm not intimidated. I just- ugh sorry. Why are you even grey? It's not a 'normal' color for a human to say the least. Also, do you constantly smile? I haven't seen you stop smilling once. (Same anon who asked 'Are you even human.' btw!)

The natural human curiosity is rather interesting, isn't it?

A smile helps to stay productive in a company and with your fellow colleagues, why would I not? Are you suggesting I shouldn't be?

[zincbot]

dnd was cancelled tonight so i played a solo game of You Died

HIGHLY recommend. it was incredibly fun. I've always wanted to play dark souls, but my slow reaction time and lack of hand-eye-coordination held me back. I now feel like I have that experience.

[perenlop]

its so funny being a pokemon and kirby fan bc of fanservice like pokemon fans will bite and growl when gen 1 gets preferential treatment over and over again while kirby fans hear green greens remastered for the 60th time and collectively shout with joy

[anpansblog]

It happened -!