#hateful needle

[bill-needle]

- Bill Needle's Hate Line

[kelpermoosee]

Too much of a dog, yet too much of a man

[aliensaltzzz]

Glad people don't like Looey so I can keep him to myself!!

Do you guys see the vision

It's like angryhugs but.. looey

I was thinking of frownclown what do y'all think

[kasanetetolover]

Lets ignore the capcur logo ew

Here's the full thing

[vi-138]

[orphanbychoice]

atp i genuinely doooon’t care if the old guard two is the worst thing put to film i just want to see the best character of all time (andromache the scythian) and her loser henchmen and everyone’s favorite girl nile freeman again

[byjovewhataspend]

work in progress~<3

[bamboo-is-a-lie]

au where instead of causing the apocalypse Jon just continues to eat/read statements and it gets to the point where by the time he’s done with them he can name their flavor and starts a blog where he unironically reviews them (he names the general trauma and summarized the story of the statement on the blog before diving into the review) bc what else is he gonna do to fill up time in the cabin

[catcas22]

You can tell a lot about the quality of a leader based on the sorts of followers they attract. Prior to his bewitching, Mohg drew the likes of Ansbach, Eleanora, and Juno Hoslow to his banner. Post-bewitching, he got Varre.

Miquella the Unalloyed had Loretta, champion of the downtrodden, and Finlay, classic knight-in-shining armor who might as well be selfless love personified. Miquella the Kind got Leda (affectionate).

[soranker]

some doodles from last week 😁🤞

[flowery-laser-blasts]

He's been up there ever since the nurse said "Take a seat."

[megumiluvv]

You’ve gotten used to going with Choso and Yuji to things for the little kid. Yuji has to get his flu shot, and he hates needles as much as he hates mannequins. Maybe worse.

Yuji’s sat in your lap, talking about how excited he is for school and counting how many cars drive past the doctor’s office as Choso fills out paperwork.

“Uhh three numbers after twenty-seven…” Yuji mumbles.

“Thirty.” You help him.

“Thirty cars!”

“Yuji Itadori?” A nurse calls for him.

Yuji nervously holds your hand while the three of you go into the hallway and he gets his height and weight measured before going into a room and waiting for the doctor to come in.

“So, Yuji, you excited for ice cream later?” You try to distract him.

“Yeah! I’m gonna get strawberry and rocky road!”

“Those are good flavors, I think I’ll get some chocolate chip cookie dough myself.” Choso smiles and sits beside you as Yuji sits on the big table.

“Mm, cookie dough ice cream…” you trail off and smile. “I think I’m gonna get plain old chocolate.”

The doctor walks in and smiles to Yuji, who suddenly gets nervous again and scoots towards you.

You sigh a little and sit up on the table with him, holding him in your lap. He sees the vaccine getting prepared and tries to escape your arms, so Choso helps distract him.

“Yuji, did you know that tigers are actually good swimmers?”

“Hm?” The pink-haired boy perks up and stops fighting you as you lift his sleeve to help the doctor. “They are?”

“Yup. And they’re also nocturnal. Remember what that means?” Choso continues as the doctor administers the vaccine.

“Umm, that’s when they are awake at night, right? Like owls.”

“That’s right.” Choso smiles as you look at him in slight astonishment that he easily distracted Yuji.

“Wow, such a smart boy for such a young age! And brave too! Yuji got his shot so fast he didn’t even notice.” The doctor adorns Yuji’s arm with a tiger bandaid.

“Wow, really?!” Yuji looks at the bandaid in awe that he didn’t realize he even got a shot.

“You know what that means, Yuji?” You smile and hold him on your hip.

“Ice cream!!”

Yuji smiles and you go to buckle him up in his car seat while Choso talks with the doctor and schedules Yuji’s next appointment. The doctor smiles.

“Your partner is pretty, and good with Yuji, how long have you been dating?”

“Oh, I’m not- we’re not together…”

“Really? I wouldn’t have ever thought otherwise. They look at you as if you’ve hung the stars.”

“Really? I’ve never noticed…”

“Well, you’ve got the same look for them, it’s insane that neither of you have noticed.”

The doctor waves to Choso as he leaves and gets into the driver’s seat. Do you really look at him that way? Is he really that oblivious? Is he really that obvious with his own looks? He hopes the doctor is right about how you feel.

Taglist: @samaraxmorgan @cherriee-ee

Masterlist

[wraith-caller]

they're both on the marginalized cult victim to fanatic pipeline but only one is a Girlboss™

[choco-worms]

chase giving himself his t shot :)))

GET THAT JUICE CHASE!!! Thank you so much for requesting!!

[the-quaint-quail]

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 -> 𝐣. 𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏.𝟒𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

“Okay I'll admit, that was really good."

"I'm glad you agree, Pet Semetery- the original version, is an absolute masterpiece of a movie with a 'fuck around you find out' plot. and as a horror movie it's... good"

You give Jamil a look, tongue wedged between your teeth, he quickly looks at the screen with a huff. You rolled your eyes at him as you quickly snatched up the cold remote on your thigh, grim's pervious resting place before he ran for the hills during the movie. You click the back button on the remote a few times, Jamil looking over when you started to grumble and whack the remote. You stopped for a moment to stare at the screen.

“Shit” you mumble, adjusting your comfortable position to a kneeling one.

Like you were born and raised in the circus you started contorting your body- specifically your arm as you wave around the remote.

Jamil clears his throat from the couch. "Just good? yeah right, you were about to go in a lecture style analysis. I know Vil is very into movies."

You switched hands, leaning away from jamil in search for a better angle. 

“Vil?” you hum without a thought, “He’d say there’s a time and place for watching movies: film club- especially if you want to go in depth about it.. We do talk about movies though. Sometimes” Jamil can make out bits and pieces of your mumbles, something about VIl and joining the club.  

The couch behind you shrugged, Jamil keeping attention on the screen. "Still, not a lot of people I know really enjoy horror films like this- besides.." He thinks for a moment, mindlessly naming the two names he knows:

Najma and Floyd... 

Yet there was a problem with both.

"Buttt" you edged on, already knowing what direction this was going in.

Jamil sighs, further spreading himself out on the couch as he continued watching you jump around. Just the thought of his beloved sister and rambunctious teammate exhausted him, added a weight to both his mind and shoulders when he should be here, relaxing.

He spoke into the space provided by his spread palm, hoping it would shield him from your observant eye, and you from his but kept his eye on you as you tried bending over backwards to get a connection. 

"But" he continues "Najma gets scared not even halfway through the movie then has the gal to tell people we associate with that I was the one who got scared, screamed like her- proceeding to sound like absolute buffoon, then saying I ran away-" he stops himself talking a deep breath. 

You try frowning to try and save your reputation as a compassionate person, but you can feel his steely orbs chipping your shoulder. 

"And Floyd?" you squeeze out.

"and Floyd can have a good debate, until he gets weird with it or pushes the line." Jamil sighed, pinching his nose bridge as he remembered the day and night he introduced him to Friday the 13th. 

Floyd had jump scared Jamil in the shower with a Micheal Myers mask after basketball practice the next day…

Jamil winces whenever that memory makes a show during one of his daily evaulaions. He regrets ever telling or trusting Floyd with anything horror related and learned his lesson. 

The worst part ist that every time Floyd or Azul wants something from him or for him to do something, they try to say that they're going to tell you about Floyd's little prank and how funny it was when Jamil fell from fright. Or how he tried elbowing Floyd only….

Jamil’s naisl dug painfully into his forehead.

Those bastards-

"oh yeah” Jamil’s head pops up at your lazy drawl “You..” you stall for a moment, Jamil heard a light laugh from you as you knelt on the floor like a sniper, the remote held sideways as you mentally lit up the television. “Iknow how floyd is-” Standing up again, you rolled the remote with your wrist as you glanced back at stressed Jamil. “-for halloween he said that we should be partner costumes: him a serial killer and me the final girl. and I was like; 'uh, why was that your immediate reaction'. "

Jamil quickly agrees with his own disgusted look. 

Jamil makes a mental note to keep you away from Floyd… and showers-

You lazily point at the television- “Yes!” You celebrated when you saw the movie selection screen.

Falling back into the couch while shaking out your tired ahnd, you were able to find that sweet spot again. You skim a few pages before quickly switching pirating apps. "there's a broader selection on this one, but it's kinda ass" you explained.

"And- I'm not Floyd, " you shimmied into him quicker than he could compute before ploping down into the couch, uour feet were the cloest thing to him. A not so scary movie was now on the screen, it was easily a critically acclaimed, an ‘immediate to watch movie.’

pressing the remote final time, you let it fly with a rip of your wrist as it lands onto the couch cushions nextt to you.

The movie productions logo plays on the screen as you both still for a moment.

he first five minutes play before you’re back to slamming the clicker’s buttons- “This is so ass”

Jamil silently agrees and is glad you changed it… He wouldn’t be able to hold back hsi comments for muh longer. 

Picking a better movie, you try again, this time falling into him with a dramatic sigh, his disgruntled noise and lack of immediate action helped satiate your fear of rejection. "I’m telling you they just added that stupid butterfly seen just to have an aesthetic shot for the trailer- like are you kidding me!?"

"Alright alright enough" he sighs, though the lilt in his voice doesn’t go unoticed. He tries his best to turn his head and bite down his wobbly smile, but he could never hide his smiles around you. 

He adjusts himself around you, you sank deeper into him when he moved his arm to the top of the couch, legs tangling like reeds. The love he feels from your fingers- your hands on his face that forces him to look at you has him wanting to flee. To turn back around, push you away and curl up into a ball of comfortability. But he cannot fight you, doesn’t even try to as you lean up to give him a kiss. 

You laugh when he grumbles, rolles his eyes, jerks his nose, and when his arm start gliding down the exspensive sofa. “You’re so cute” you stop the snake in its tracks, stilling on the meat of your hip. The snakes head, the thumb, licks at you. The master looking anywhere but you. 

Careful not to hurt him, you’re in his personal space when your nose ghosts against his- his eyebrow raised and eyes observant.

“Espcially when you let me spoil you with my love” You trailed off, nose kisses and lip locked kisses gone with a puff of cold air. Happily humming you cuddle up against him again, and with two clicks the new movie starts. and pauses.

Jamil doesn’t give you the chance to maon or groan when you gasp at the strong arm around your wiast. With single armed tug on your waist your face first into the arm and splayed across Jamil.

You gasp, frantically trying to get up and flee but he traps you there, against him and his heater body. You whine, half heartedly trying to get away while Jamil manipulates your body to his liking. In your new position Jamil was leaning against the couch, legs propped to the side to reveal you, locked in this cage of limbs. They were heavy and over yours like pyhtons, the rest of your body against his chest comfortbaly as he stares down at you with those playful eyes of his.

You blubbered like a fish, mentally starting a sentence only for the wrong syallbules to come out. Your body heated up at each stammer and stutter and since when was Jamil one to take mercy?

“Anything else you would like to say? Where did all the bravado go. hm?” He kisses you deeply, the angle stretching both your necks uncomfortbaly, he kisses your head and steals the remote.

With ease the movie starts playing, the awe and disgust on your face has him pulling you impssibly closer to him. If he focused long enough, he could pretend it wasn’t the clothes that were brushing against him, that he could feel the warmth of your skin through those silly layers you both have on. The thick sweatpants and sweatshirt gone from existence when the hands around your wist dives into the waist band. You gasp, fidget even, but do’t stop him.

He doesn’t do much besides rub your hip, doesn’t need to.

His other props him against the sofa’s arm. You two fit together as perfectly as the snakee bangle he wears.

And Jamil thinks, that despite the blackmail, he doesn’t mind watching the occasional horror movie with you. 

[starrysharks]

get into cruciformation!