#god. goddddd god god god

[mqfx]

for my birthday I got to rant to my family about that fuckass fic uninterrupted and lubricated with the humble tropical mojito. now memorizing that fuckass argument

[adiodont]

”Oh I’m not leaving”

(siblings)

[licksoap]

the starerrrrrrrrrr

[manchesterau]

they would write sonnets about him and dedicate statues to his beautiful and start ancient wars over a chance for his hand in marriage (x)

[realbeefman]

nobody has ever made an episode of television as juicy as house vs god and dare i say no one ever will again… cameron and foreman at each others throats, faith healer kid who is so desperate to be clean he poisons himself, an honest to god miraculous recovery, wilson SLEEPING WITH A PATIENT, house wilson having a domestic in the streets, “you’re a functional vampire, useful only to society because it feeds you”, chase keeping score between house and god throughout, “you’re mad because i lied to you and you. couldnt. tell!”, endless philosophizing about the nature of faith and the existence of a God, “if a supreme being really exists he can squash you anytime he wants” “He knows where i am.” after an argument stemming from WHERE WILSON IS SLEEPING. PLACING WILSON AS THE ONLY PERSON HOUSE TRULY HAS FAITH IN. I CAN AND COULD GO ON!!!!!

[starkspi]

"You okay?"

Another one from "Managerial Liberties" by the talented @miribalis (in which Adam is accidentally the best wingman ever - what a pun!).

[spooksier]

that fucking pearlrose sketch poisoning my bloodstream what do you mean in between her shapeshifting into rose to 'shatter' pink so they could be together and shapeshifting into steven to play with her family, pearl shapeshifted into greg in one last desperate bid for rose's attention. what do you fucking mean.

[quinn-joseph]

New/old Sebastian Stan promo photoshoot for Captain America: The Winter Soldier

[introloves]

WHO DO I WRITE THIS ABOUT

[mother-of-houseplants-2]

they’re my big three ❤️

alt versions^

[marlborosam]

Haters will claim this wasn't a Sastiel divorce arc

[mobius-m-mobius]

LOKI | 1x01 "Glorious Purpose" // 2x01 "Ouroboros"

[vaggieslefteye]

HUSK, Hotel Bartender & Concierge | 1x04 - Masquerade

"Oh, I FORGOT — you're the wise-old bartender who's seen it all! Get the fuck over yourself and pour me a real drink."

[wordfather]

something something the intrinsic human nature to care for little creatures and love even their likeness

[yayll]

~ a little something about Beast Dazai and his coveting for you ~

If you were a burning car, he'd call shotgun. Not that he needs another reason to crash and burn, but it would be nice for him to indulge just a little for once. He watches the fireworks from the port, a contrast to his usual prison in his high rise office back at Mafia headquarters. Where you are. He can't even handle being in the same building as you anymore, not when he gets like this. He should be getting back to work, solving bigger problems that torment him on a daily basis, but you take priority Every. Single. Time. Oh, this isn't supposed to be this way.

He sent you on your way earlier after you stupidly worried about his sleep schedule, or rather his lack of one.

"... I still don't know how you manage to keep us afloat, sir."

He almost cracks a smile at that. You little idiot.

"Because I have to, of course. You all make it easier on me in your own way, the mafia supports one another. It's all one grand effort, no?"

You tilt your head, your eyes full of dreams and promise. He wishes he could take the stars out of your eyes and keep them in his pocket for a rainy day. Everyday.

"You think so? I'm not too terrible of a subordinate?"

Hmm, you want reassurance. Cute. It's not in his nature to beg, but in that moment he wants to drop to his knees, wrap himself around your legs and praise the absolute shit out of you until you kick him away like the stray dog he is.

Instead, Dazai just exhales deeply, and clears his throat. His eyes are solemn, yet solely focused on you. His voice betrays the coldness he's trying to exude, it's too soft... too reminiscent of kindness.

"... You're not terrible at all."

He holds your gaze quietly for a long moment, and he can see the way you struggle to move on from that sentiment. For a brief shining moment, you can almost see Osamu Dazai, not this pathetic void he presents everyday. He wants to lean over and hold you, to beg you to tell him that he's real and so are you, and that he's sick and tired of feeling half alive.

You end up nagging him to promise he'll get some sleep tonight, and he lies to you, a small smirk curling on his lips. It's as cruel as he can be right now. Once you're gone, he simply looks down at the mess of paperwork on his desk, and he whispers to himself, a silent mantra on his quivering lips, his face between his hands

"... I promise, I promise, I promise."

He watches the fireworks come to an end, and he thinks about himself in the context of it all, dying to find absurdity in the mundane to match his own mental state. He tugs at the frayed bandages that stick out of the cuff of his suit, he has a nasty habit of picking them every time he sees you, as if he could ever afford the luxury of having a ridiculous schoolboy crush. It's time to change them, and it's time for him to go back home. He doesn't mean his office, not his pitiful empty bed, but you. You make it anywhere home. But you are not his, and he is unfortunately yours, so maybe he will go home and sleep. You would like that, and he really likes you.

The man in black begins to walk into the night, whistling a tune as his maroon scarf billows in the wind, a faint smile appearing on his lips.