#he would rock the shit out of them

[hellspawnmotel]

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

A whole ass zombie apocalypse wasn’t something Jason thought he’d ever have to worry about.

Not that he has to worry about it now, either, considering he just got bit.

Everyone knows what you gotta do in these scenarios. Your loved ones will cry (“awe, Dickie, you do care”), they’ll try to find a different way (“shut up Bruce. Even you can’t concoct a cure in two hours”) and blame themselves (“fuck you, Timmers, I want you to know I died because you wanted that damn coffe!”…. Yeah, he could have handled that one better in hindsight) and then, ultimately, they’re gonna put a bullet in your brain. For the sake of the group.

And it’s fine, really. Better than turning into a mindless, flesh eating meat sack. He was ready. He got to say goodbye. It’s fine.

Or it would have been fine, if any of those damn cowards had pulled the friggin trigger.

Now Jason is clinically semi-dead (don’t ask him, he doesn’t know how this shit works either) and still annoyingly in charge of his mental faculties while also harboring a rather concerning craving for human flesh.

Fuck.

[askblueandviolet]

*casts magical barrier, that will only prevent googly eyed rocks from contact*

*also spawns Wukong*

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[book-lover85]

Stay at home dad and artist on commission Keefe

[mamawasatesttube]

i am going to say something that is . well i don't think it's controversial in that i don't think it has been said enough to cause controversy to begin with but skjdfhjds listen. hear me out

tim/ber/kon <<<<<<<<< timiveskon

on the one hand you have an uphill battle to convince me why these characters would even give a shit about each other (plus i mean megfitz massacred their characterizations and thats a whole extra mess) and generally it just reads to me as just treating kon as tim's spare love interest uwu without any care about his character.

but on the OTHER HAND.... timiveskon? chefs kiss. kon and ives are instantly bonding over nerdisms. they are both standing on the table and yelling about the rereleased edition of return of the jedi and kon is going on about how he has the original literally downloaded into his brain and ives thinks that's the sexiest thing he's ever heard and tim is just sitting there consumed by lust while they both yell about greedo. it practically writes itself. come on

[hanzajesthanza]

i insisted upon myself a period of one day before i start talking about regis again and that day has cleared

“so what did you do in your youth”

geralt: i had to slay the bastards that massacred my caste

milva: i murdered my pervert stepfather for how he serially assaulted me, then ran away from home

cahir: agonized over my brother’s death and trained to avenge him from the north

angoulême: escaped from being sexually trafficked, killed my abusers, and formed a gang

regis:

regis: …

(what regis was doing):

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Imagine you're Mr. Wu and your weird gay daughter runs away in tears after destroying some unespecified object while yelling about you ruining her life. Because you told her you'd be moving to another state. This is the last time you see your daughter in half a year, and when she comes back, she comes back... wrong. She's wearing a light leather armor, a fur-lined cape, and a green flower crown. She has two long scars, one alongside her spine and the other along her chest, the tissue around them covered in burn scars. Doctors say she shouldn't have survived. Doctors say she didn't. Yet she's right here, in front of you, hospital gown clinging to her small, fragile, trembling frame. She fidgets with her hands. Getting her to stay still has always been difficult, but now it seems impossible. She won't let go of her phone. She's always texting her two friends. When you take it away, she gets anxious. You always knew those damn phones cause kids to act weird, but your kid having a panic attack seems too extreme, even for her. Then again, she's always been odd. Nowadays, she wakes up crying and screaming almost every night, and you realize she's been stealing her phone from your bedside drawer every night to text her friends, returning it before you wake up. You catch her once and decide to give her that damn phone back. It's the only thing that calms her down, as if she were a baby with a pacifier. She spends her last weeks in LA clinging to her friends, having sleepovers and playing her weird board games with them. Everytime they drop her back at her house, there's an excessive amount of hugs and tears. But the moments when they call her, or when she leaves to meet with them, or when they show up at their door to pick her up... those are the only moments in which you see her happy. One of her friends, the rude and disobedient one, came back with a big scar on her face. She's been acting a lot nicer, though. The other one too. She acts a great deal more adult now. You doesn't know what happened or where your daughter went. She won't tell you. But you can tell this friendship is the only thing keeping her afloat right now. Maybe you know, deep down, that no one else would understand.

And then you decide to move anyway because fuck her amirite

[starryeyeddreamer21]

The fact that Vox could be Santa Claus and actively chooses not to is the reason I can't fuck with him on a fundamental level

[backpackingspace]

Young odysseus convincing everyone Ithaca is nothing but a poor island with rocks and goats to avoid any raids/conquerors/so he doesn't get murdered for talking to Helen bc "it's not like he's a real choice"

Young odysseus falling in love with Penelope at the same event: wait. Wait shit I fucked up hold on just hear me out

[ahalliance]

beginning the qetoiles narrative playlist with undertale’s “hopes and dreams”, a very powerful and uplifting music, and later down the line having a melancholic song with the lyrics “all of your dreams / swallowed in the heat of the sun” is perhaps me cooking tbh….

[muchmossymess]

au where ling comes to amestris early and winds up in dublith instead of rush valley, where he meets a certain greedy immortal...

[spacecluster]

I just love how in age of ultron

Marvel established

that they have these pods

that can heal people of serious injuries

And are capable of building an entire body out of nothing pretty much aside from like a sentient Rock

and that this pod

which is destroyed at some point in this movie

is a lower level version of something that Dr Helen Cho has in her facility in wherever she said it was cause it's been a while since I've watched this movie

and then they

to my knowledge

Never mentioned again

[genderqueer-miharu]

I really think we need to make it illegal for people to say "the game is too easy" in a videogame review/critique

[sluckythewizard]

The Altered Beast[FULL SUITE] COULD be arthur bennett or adjacent to whatever hes got going on in tha finale. if ur brave enough. IF UR BRAVE ENOUGH [tldr its just about Things eating Things and becoming New Terrible Things. it also fucking jams]

[someonesomewheredown]

This could be a stretch given how vague about it they're being but. did someone capture Midnight and Rock???? Did Animal Control snatch up the immortal beings with abilities beyond our comprehension????

[Image ID: A screenshot of a section of the blurb for the upcoming book Ivypool's Heart. The text is in italics. It reads "The cats set out on an arduous journey, facing everything from painful hunger to bloodthirsty dogs. But nothing can prepare them for what they find: a disgusting twoleg den that’s caging a series of strange animals, including two who may have surprising ties to the Clans." /End ID]

[oneluckygoose]

Sometimes Sirius needs to be reminded who he is.

It doesn’t take much: pulling a prank with James, a tight hug from Remus, a tousle match with Peter for the last drop of pumpkin juice, karaoke night with Marlene, or even just a hard glare and disappointed sigh from Lily.

But sometimes Sirius gets caught up in it all. In what he was, in who they want him to be. In who he tried to be for them for so long. He gets lost in it, gets angry too. It pours gasoline on the fire that is his soul whenever who he actually is is shut down or hidden away. He hates it when he doesn’t have his leather jacket because it feels like he’s lost a part of himself, he hates it when first years think he’s pretentious and cold and mean like the rest of his family. He hates it when he realizes he’s fallen too far into it, taken five steps back and he’s teetering on the edge of a cliff to fall all the way back down to the cage and the pressure and the titles and the conceptions and what he was supposed to be.

It makes him collapse in on himself, so angry it scorches everything around him. It makes him mad that no matter how hard he tries to be himself, like really himself, all it takes is five steps for him to be all the way back.

And it doesn’t take much: a snicker from James, a piece of chocolate from Remus, a sarcastic glance from Peter, a noggie from Marlene, or even an exasperated point from Lily, to remind him that he’s Sirius.

He isn’t that. He isn’t what he used to be. He isn’t what people think. He isn’t what he was taught to be.

He’s so utterly defiant and stubborn and rebellious and burning and glorious and him that no matter how may steps backwards he takes, he’s a fucking dog, and he’ll sprint so fucking fast towards who he is on all fours and at full speed that he tumbles and gets up and keeps running.

Because he’s Sirius Fucking Black. Disappointment, blot, pain in the ass, worthless, disgrace, Gryffindor. He’s Sirius Fucking Black and he’ll be every single one of those things and he’ll shove it down his mother’s throat that he’s Sirius Fucking Black and she can’t do a damn thing to control him.

And even if it does get to him, and he does fall into it, it doesn’t take much to remind him, and it never will so long as he is who he is.

And he’ll never be anything other than Sirius Fucking Black.