#clearing out my drafts lol

[roschka]

I hate the whole Renesmee thing as much as anybody, but honestly I wouldn’t mind Bella and Edward having a baby if it was written properly. No super-fast aging, no imprinting, no CGI infant. 

It doesn’t really make much sense for Bella to have a child, true, but I kind of understand the deeper meaning behind that part of the storyline. 

Like, obviously part of why Stephenie Meyer wrote it was because she’s a Mormon, but also I think it kind of ties in with Edward and Rosalie’s hatred of vampirism. Rosalie says that she hates her “life” because “we'll always be this... Frozen... Never moving forward.” Vampires are stuck in time, forever the age they were turned at, and in the case of the Cullen kids, literally in high school for eternity. They don’t have the ability to create life, only to end it. Edward believes he has no soul and that nothing good can ever come from him. So for Bella and Edward to have a child is kind of special, not just because it’s rare for a vampire and a human to have a kid but also because it gives them a future that isn’t just doing the same stuff every day. It breaks them from their cycle. 

But of course, Renesmee’s rapid aging ruins this, because Edward and Bella miss out on all the parenting bullshit that normal humans have to deal with. Smeyer was so determined to get Jake a girlfriend that she completely forgot why she gave Bellward a kid in the first place. 

[emtmercy]

I’ve been lucky online gaming that having usernames that make ppl correctly assume I’m a woman hasn’t led to much aggression from assholes but it does make random men online who’ve never so much as heard your voice project intensely onto you romantically lol

[rissslays]

Training dogs is so fun. Why are you jumping silly guy?? you're supposed to be sitting. sit. sit. sit. I'm going to put the treat away. sit. there you go good boy. now give paw. yeahhh good boy have a treat.

[vatted]

bella! how u been Baka?

[frownyalfred]

Dick and Jason holding onto each other while bleeding out, neither of them saying anything because that's enough. Death isn't something they ever expected to outrun forever, and it's as simple as Jason collapsing next to Dick in a gutter, or on a battlefield, and them leaning their shoulders together as everything slows and cools.

[namgination]

royalty

[stealingpotatoes]

various design sheets for the skywalkers apart au!!

(commission info // kofi support!)

[pizzaqueen]

Steve being indignant over the girls in Hawkins not being interested in Eddie and Eddie's like I mean, it's fine, I'm gay, I'm not interested in them, and Steve's like that's not the point! You're hot! What's wrong with them?

[galedekarios]

☁️

[robiinurheart33]

Okay ACTUAL post about Ghost being obsessed with Soap

Ghost was already apprehensive about showing his face to Los vaqueros and the rest of the 141.

But Price was going on and on about “team trust” and “all in the same boat” or whatever bullshit he was spouting, so he just decided to get it over and done with. It’s not like anyone would take a picture and go “oh my god, see how ugly he actually is?”

So he does it. He takes off the mask in front of everyone for a couple seconds, just as much as the burning of his skin allows him to. The whole time, he was staring at Soap. Soap, who scared him shitless all alone with shadows sporting a fucking GSW and still joking. Soap, who’s explosive and loud and happy. Soap, whose face is just blank when Ghost takes off his mask.

what the fuck?

Not to toot his own horn, but he was kinda expecting a reaction here. He knows his worth, he knows his reputation, how much his head would cost bleeding out in a sack. Sue him if he was expecting more of a reaction. His Glasgow smile isn’t anything to smile over, and he isn’t exactly considered handsome either, by any standards. He’s sweaty, the black face paint no doubt smudged now, his crooked nose broken one too many times, hairline wildly disrupted by the scar running into the crown of his skull. He’s a whole fuckin mess, if Gaz’s reaction is anything to mull over. The hot glare of the white lightbulb is pressing into his skin, and the crawling feeling like a thousand ants all move under his skin, into his eye sockets and it’s all wrong. It’s all not right, and he needs to get away immediately.

“Welcome back, Simon.”

Jesus, he wants to die. The worst part about all this is that Soap still isn’t making a face. Ghost can read him like a book and this is the time that he can’t decipher a single emotion from that face? Sweat runs down his neck and is extremely aware of the rest of the people in the room with him at that moment. He decides it’s enough and with a glance at Price, he pulls the skull back over his face. He needs to get away. Right now. His face feels way too hot, too uncomfortable and awkward and suddenly he’s 15 years old again, limbs too lanky and a height that he’s not accustomed to. He can feel the teenage insecurity bubble beneath the surface, angry and hurt.

Ghost pretty much blanks out after the meeting, slipping out and away from everyone else. His boots thump against the ground, and he can’t tell if it’s too loud or all in his head. He’s overstimulated, he can tell. He just needs to stay away, be alone, breathe. Compartmentalise it and deal with the rest later. Right now, he just needs to calm down.

Why didn’t he react? Why didn’t he react? Why didn’t he react? Do I not mean as much to him as he does to me?

He’s losing it. This is so irritatingly immature, and stupid, and dumb. It’s completely fine that Soap didn’t react. It’s fine. Ghost slips into a random room, which just so happens to be a pretty cozy broom closet and rests his head against one of the shelves. The disinfectant smell is overpowering and honestly making his head swim but being in here is better than out here. He feels like his limbs are locked up, eyes locked up in one spot but his brain isn’t seeing anything. He needs to keep it together. His fingers scratch under the rim of the mask where it hugs his skin tight, too tight. The gloves make it even harder to scratch, fuck. He can’t spare any time for a dumb anxiety attack over revealing his face in front of 30 strangers. If he can’t predict Soap’s reaction, does he even know him at all? Fuck-

The door clicks open slowly. Ghost swerves his head to snap at the poor soldier about to have the fright of their life. Instead, he sees pale blue eyes filled with mirth and worry and all the fight leaves him.

“Help me out?” Johnny’s stupid little smile makes Ghost want to throw himself against the wall. he’s holding a small tin with eye grease inside, the smooth untouched surface evident of how much soap uses it.

Help me.

“Yeah, of course.”

Soap steps into the already small space and closes the door behind him with an audible click. Ghost can���t tell if the air really is that awkward or it’s all in his head, if Soap’s casual smile is anything to follow up upon. Soap holds up the tin as Ghost tugs his gloves off, shoving them inside his pants and grimacing slightly as the gloves feel like his pants are bulging, pressing against his skin.

Ghost doesn’t say anything as he places the tin on a nearby shelf and grips Soap’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up. He dips two fingers into the tin, facing back towards him as he concentrates. His fingers are buzzing with the promise of contact, head fussing and screaming with the affection and sensation of the oily paste on his bare fingers, no doubt getting under his nails.

His hearts beats in tandem with the low panic and anxiety through his veins, threatening lowly to not mess this up. His finger shakes as he makes the first swipe right below Soap’s eye, half lidded and fixed onto Ghost. He wanted to cry all of a sudden- because why would Soap come to Ghost with this? Why would he be the first one he thought of; the first one to trust enough to bare his face, close his eyes and with blind faith let him touch his skin? He blinks, and blinks again, nose feeling funny. Why would Soap trust him?

Ghost’s finger traces across the bridge of his nose, over his eyelids where he can feel his pupils move. Over his warm skin with the bumps and ridges, over the temples and cheekbones. His heart aches with confusion. Why, why, why? How was he even given the privilege to do this? To touch something as precious as Johnny? He doesnt understand. He might never understand. He might not ever get over this.

Over the other temple, again smoothening on the slope of his nose bridge, over the eyes. His palms are sweaty. Ghost wipes the residue of the paste on his pants, hands coming up to cup Soap’s cheeks to make sure he didn’t miss a spot. (There was no way he could’ve, it’s a relatively simple process.) Squishing his cheeks softly, Johnny opens his eyes. His eyelashes are clumped together by the paint, lips smushed slightly as his eyes turn a bit hazy before focusing on Ghost again. His eyes are even bluer in contrast to the black surrounding his eyes. Softness and patience, heartache and love.

Ghost sucks in a long breath and exhales through his nose. It’s funny, his heart is still beating so fast, but his breathing is calm and collected. Johnny’s pupils flicker and widen for a second, then all of a sudden his hand is now under his eyes, wiping away a stray tear. Ghost flinches back, surprised. His elbow hits the shelf and he hisses, all the progress gone in a second.

“Hey- hey.”

He can’t look.

“Ghost.”

He doesn’t want to.

A shift, and then it’s safe again. It smells like sweat, face paint and pinewood. A hand on the back of his neck, guided to the crook of a neck. It isn’t comfortable at all, bulky gear in the way, Ghost’s arms folded in front of him, his shoulders tense and his mask no doubt digging into Soap’s shoulder. But it- it’s perfect. It’s warm, and every possible part of his body screams that he belongs there. So Ghost unfurls his arms, hangs them limply by his side and steps closer. Johnny’s arms wrap around his neck, trapping him in a sort of awkward, one-sided hug that’s definitely going to make Ghost’s neck have a crick in it. But it’s perfect. It’s safe. He’s safe.

Ghost closes his eyes and lets instinct take over him, hands coming up to grab onto the back of Johnny’s tac vest; the closest he’ll ever get to a hug. Johnny’s warm, the pressure on his eyes comforting and the skin on skin contact full-on relieving. He’s warm, warm, warm. And Ghost is cold. He’s always been cold. Safe. He’s safe.

Johnny’s head shifts, and Ghost’s hands grasp tighter onto his vest like a lifeline. Don’t go. His mind cries. Don’t leave me alone.

“It’s okay.” Johnny coos softly. Ghost can feel his lips on the side of his temple.

“It’s just you and me, yeah?” He murmurs, and the words feel like they’re vibrating, echoing through the side of his head, engraving it into his skull. It’s just you and me.

All of a sudden Ghost really curses the fuckin’ sack he wears that’s preventing from his skin being in touch with Johnny’s.

Ghost hums, turning his head so that the skull mask isn’t digging into Johnny’s shoulder anymore. The polyester where it covers his lips is touching the side of his neck and he can feel it when Johnny’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.

It’s a real shame he can’t see Johnny’s expression as he whispers against his neck, “Just you and me.” Although, he can feel the skin beneath his lips heat up rapidly.

Johnny swallows. “Mhm.”

They stay like that for a few moments, Ghost preening from the intimacy of the moment, and Johnny just holding him close. After Ghost deems it to be enough, he clears his throat and stands up tall again, at the same time swiping the ghost team mask stuffed into Soap’s pocket. He pulls it over his head, not before taking a peek to see the blush that had completely taken over Johnny’s face. (He’s selfish in ways like that.) Ghost adjusts the mask to fit snugly over his face, big blue eyes staring right back at him. Ghost’s heartbeat quickens.

“All good, Sargent.” Ghost isn’t completely sure if he’s referring to himself or the other, seeing as if either one of them might be having a heart attack right now, Johnny hasn’t blinked in quite a while. He lifts soap’s chin one last time (selfish, what’d he tell you), and places and well-loved peck right in between his eyes.

“Lookin’ good, Soap.”

Ghost lets the door click behind him, too much of a coward to see Johnny’s reaction to that. He isn’t quite sure what’s gotten into him, but if a rumour spread that the Lieutenant of the 141 walked out of that storage room with a skip in his step, he’d tell everyone that they’re dumbasses for believing in that. He’d be guilty, of course, but no one else has to know that. It’ll just be for Ghost and Johnny to know. Love does funny things to us, after all.

[yayswag]

rlly silly doodles based off of a post the hc goat @tegr1dy made about stan and kyle adult braces that had me laying awake at night 😭😭😭

[beatleswings]

JANE ASHER backstage at the London Palladium where she took part in the Night of 100 Stars charity show. July 23, 1964.

[expectiations]

The Doctor and River Song

-> The Name of the Doctor, Doctor Who Series 7 Episode 13

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

the body language is fucking wild

[aroaceleovaldez]

if anyone's curious what my ranking of pjo adaptations (counting anything that isn't the first series) are:

) Musical.

) TKC and MCGA.

) Demigod Files, Demigod Diaries (including Son of Magic), Percy's Guide to Greek Gods & Greek Heroes. Also CHB: Classified and Camp Jupiter: Confidential (both ghostwritten by Stephanie True Peters)

) The old Rick Riordan site where you had the interactive maps and stuff. Also the old teaching guides.

) Heroes of Olympus

) I will count CHB: Austin. my beloved.

) PJO Ultimate Guide and TKC Survival Guide (Ghostwritten by Mary-Jane Knight). Guide To The Norse Worlds and Magician's Manual (both Stephanie True Peters) i will also put here. Also let's put Singer of Apollo here.

) That one youtube series everybody watched at some point of the cosplayers. you know the one. the specific one where they had the scene of Rachel doing the statue thing. The thumbnail was Rachel and Percy next to a fountain. I can't find it anymore but it lives rent-free in my brain.

) Graphic novels & the french books tied.

) ....the Mad Libs. Tied with Demigods and Monsters, the activity booklets, and the coloring books.

) Demigods of Olympus (Choose your own adventure ebook)

) Trials of Apollo

) TOA & MCGA youtube advertisement videos tied with the Lightning Thief movie video game

) Show & Movies tied

) Read Riordan articles, Chalice of the Gods trilogy, Un Natale Mezzosangue, and Nachos After The War tied

) The Sun And The Star

[hipsternumbertwo]

Favorite Angela Moments 29/∞: Mamma Mia! But Different (Baby, Baby Version)

SPOILERS AHEAD

Syd and Olivia writing this in one night (and having cameos in the show)

Vic as a mommy influencer and mom to Blakely (Gabe)

Nurse Mariah's recurring "1 in 10 babies are born premature" bit

Mary Lou as Pearl "left in the NICU for 15 months" recurring bit followed by telling the audience to not feel bad for her whenever they go "Awwww"

The babies are divided into two gangs - breastfed and formula fed

The "gangs" only get together to welcome new babies in the NICU and sing Voulez-Vous

People in the chat really concerned with the rope potentially tripping people (extremely valid considering Mariah and Angela moved all over the stage)

Also why are they connected in the first place???

Vic being inside that plastic thing for the majority of the time just vibing - no lines, no singing, only dancing at times and getting trapped by the curtain to the backstage several times LOL

The Romeo and Juliet subplot

Rick Angela closing the NICU to open Mommy Influencer NICU instead

Nurse Mariah (her voice is soooo gooooood) and asshole Rick Kaiser Permanente Angela duet Money, Money, Money

Pearls and Blakely's duet Does Your Mother Know because of their 15 month age gap

When Everest (Romeo) was shot by Skyler (BECAUSE 1 in 3 AMERICANS OWN GUNS????) and the gangs set aside their differences to save him

Pearl performing surgery since she's been watching the doctors all that time (the whole scene playing out over the group singing SOS)

Mariah's name was Baby #2 so that makes Angela Baby #1 and the rope is their umbilical cord for some reason. They don't like each other and belong to rival gangs

Vic's solo song number Thank You for the Music causing donors (Syd and Olivia) to donate and save the NICU

Angela putting that rope (that she had been dragging all over the floor) in her mouth (popcorn PTSD all over again)

Plot Twist! When Nurse Mariah revealed she was Pearl's real mom and that she fucked Rick (Angela) and got money from him so she can finally bring Pearl home

Of course Mamma Mia as closing number