#cannot type today

[themyscirah]

Diana as Galatea

Diana as Pandora

[rakkuntoast]

honestly i hope after this all of team bolas members cannot get out of the trauma bond pack bond deep rooted co-dependency they just built in this event

they themselves admitted the only way they can function is if they're together, you can totally spin this into something more

[medicalunprofessional]

neighborhood watch

[rpftourney]

congrats to the ships that won 😌❤️

sorry to the ships that lost 😔💔

[anonzentimes]

ok I know not everyone has the same interpretation?? but I love thinking that komaeda's irrational interest and love for hinata during the killing game definitely develops into romantic interest!! Maybe I'm a helpless shipper, but seriously like, the idea of one of the first person to ever approach you and put effort into understanding you, falling helplessly in love with them, only for you to feel tricked by learning you and them are TERRORISTS????? komahina's necessary breakup period for both hajime and nagito save me bro it's so good...

LIKE HAJIME HAVING THINGS SWEPT UNDER THE RUG FOR HIM BECAUSE NAGITO LOSES HIS FILTER AND IT TURNS OUT THIS BOY IS A LITTLE FUCKED UP IS SO FUNNY AND A BIT TRAGIC????

komahina brainrot!!!!!!!!!!! i love them!!!! hapy!!

[dustykneed]

Hello! Random whipper snipper! Share a WIP of your work!

ooh, with pleasure. six the musical araleyn fanart? in the year 2k24? more likely than you think xDD

i realize this looks finished, but technically i'm still deciding whether to add a background or not lol. still, for the sake of sharing a proper WIP, here's a line or two from an araleyn brainworm WIP that i started reworking yesterday (mild tw for religious guilt and period-typical internalized homophobia from aragon's pov):

She remembers sharing her bed with Anne at Henry's behest, remembers the nights of tossing and turning and trying not to think about Anne asleep next to her-- remembers waking up to dark hair spilling across her pillow and the press of blood-warm bosoms against her own, softer than sin, as hot as the Devil, remembers lying still as death, mouthing prayers into the heat of Anne's neck like an act of penance.

[vlasdygoth]

rip master miller you wouldve loved the war economy

[comfortfrogblog]

“everyone is capable of experiencing goodness and joy. not me th-“ *EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*

[elysiumcalled]

Next time somebody at work asks if I can help I’m just saying no idfc anymore

[uncanny-tranny]

I think as we grow up, we have to be really conscious of romanticizing the world we grew up in in order to scorn how the next generations are growing up.

Nostalgia isn't inherently bad, but especially in political spaces, be very wary of this idea that there is an Ideal Past we must Harken Back To.

It sucks to feel left behind, but such is the human condition. It isn't bad to feel nostalgic, but that doesn't mean that these new generations are inherently "lost" and "need to be saved (by you)", and I think that is very important to remember and try to be conscious of.

[tevos]

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[sanasanakun]

I need someone to please draw post-crash Curly doing the Chuck chicanery speech about Jimmy to the crew but it’s just a bunch of garble girble and they’re like “okkkkk, captain, let’s go get you your Oxycodone again.”

[echo-echo31]

Domestic One-Shots | Illinois x Heist

18. deciding what takeout to order

MASTERPOST | Based on these prompts

No warnings :)

"What about Thai food?"

This is the fourth suggestion Illinois has made in the last 10 minutes, and he might just break something if his husband doesn't choose it.

Markus sighs, looking up at the ceiling as if pondering a deep philosophical question - leg swinging lazily from where it's dangling off the edge of the sofa. He doesn't even look up from his phone, instead continuing to lay nonchalantly whilst Illy's grasp on his armchair gets uncomfortably firm.

"Um...you know, I don't think I'm in the mood for-"

"Oh, for Christ's sake Markus!"

Finally, his husband looks up, startled. The expression on his face almost makes Illinois feel guilty; he looks like a dog that's just being kicked. But he's got the anger in him now.

"Seriously? You've been lyin' there like a moody teenager distracted by that fuckin' phone all evenin'! They better've solved the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle because if you're textin' some other guy I swear to god-"

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!' Markus sits up for the first time, his look of shock morphing into something decidedly more insulted. "Just because I'm taking my time to answer your stupid questions, doesn't mean I'm suddenly Bill Clinton!"

Illy's rage is quieting now, the sudden outburst allowing the pot to go back to a gentle simmer. It's one of the traits Illinois likes most about himself; the fact that anger is never a long-term guest in his body.

"Okay...okay," He breathes out sure and steady, and when he speaks again, the southern drawl is slightly less harsh. "It's just I'm findin' your attitude a little bit irritating at the moment, baby."

Markus seems to consider this, the hackles on his back metaphorically lowering as he leans back against the arm of the sofa.

" Yeah, well..." Marcus begins to fiddle with something at the hem of his t-shirt looking down. "Maybe I just want-"

He mumbles something that Illinois can't quite hear.

"What, honey?"

Marcus sighs, looking at the wall as he speaks a fraction louder this time.

'I said maybe I just want your cooking"

Illinois is stunned for a moment before a grin creeps up his face, and a deep laugh climbs up from his chest.

"You want my cookin'"?

Markus, again, grumbling, let's out a nearly inaudible Yeah.

Illinois leans his head on one hand, the smirk growing wider by the second.

"You mean you like my cookin' so much that you tried to get me so frustrated that I'd give up on the idea of takeout?"

Markus finally raises gaze. He looks annoyed and yet there's a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he looks at his husband.

"Love you, darlin'"

Again, Markus speaks in a low grumble but Illinois knows him well enough to be able to hear the words I love you too no matter how annoyed he's pretending to be.

[iobartach]

here's my absolute useless factoid of the day; the feet of most humans is the same length as their arm, if measured from elbow to wrist. 💀

[exhaustedwerewolf]

when the dnd session was so insane you’re like “damn I want to rewatch that bit” but you can’t because it was not an incredible fantasy film but just you playing make believe with your friends

[eky11]

My kin trinity