#he’s stinky

[sunrisemill]

Chris is the type of boyfriend that purposefully blows his morning breath in your face after hearing you complain about it

[howmanydeaths]

Fuck it. Bibbons

[ladybugssssssss]

If Gabriel Agreste wasn’t dying I’d kill him myself

[paul-ster]

kiss the bride: part 2

After their wedding, Steve and Paulster got into a little argument over where they should eat dinner. Paulster wanted to go to a fancy French restaurant they heard about online, while Steve wanted to go to McDonalds.

“Stevey-poo…I don’t want to argue with you on our wedding day, of all days,” Paulster said, blinking back tears.

“NUH UH!!” Steve defiantly crossed his arms, pouting. “I DON’T CARE! I DON’T CARE!” He stomped his feet around for good measure, nearly tripping over his heels.

“Please, Steve…this is a special day, so it deserves a special dinner. We can have McDonalds whenever you want, just…not today…”

“GIMME MCDONALDS!” steve screeched. They were attracting the attention of onlookers, who had now formed a circle around them. Some had their phones out and were recording the whole scene.

Paulster hissed, “Stevey-poo! People are watching, can we please do this in private, at least?”

Suddenly, Steve dropped to the floor, convulsing on the ground as he let out a low, guttural scream.

“O-oh my god…Stevey-poo…Are you okay? Do you need to use the bathroom?” Paulster ran to Steve’s side with a horrified look on their face. They stepped back when they saw what was happening to Steve. His once-brown orbs glowed red, filled with rage and pain. Two furry ears sprouted from the top of his head as a tail slowly extended from the back of his dress.

“RAAAAAH!” Steve screamed. He pounced on Paulster, pinning them to the ground, his red orbs staring into theirs.

“I told you to get me McDonalds,” he growled menacingly. “I just wanted a fucking Happy Meal with a toy, is that too much to ask for? Huh? Is it?” 

Paulster was speechless. “S-stevey-poo…this isn’t like you…”

“FUCKING ANSWER ME!”

“N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no….it’s not…in fact, we can go get you a happy meal right now…”

“Good. Know your place.” Steve spat on the floor as he got up, brushing the dirt off his wedding dress. “And make sure my Happy Meal comes with a toy. Don't want my dark side to come out, now do you?"

then they got mcdonalds

I’m… speechless. 😭😭😭😭😨😨😨😨

[detentiontrack]

[fuckmarrykillme]

loyal fans - it’s perry’s birfday today

[ghost-robo]

in the spirit of one hell of a week: stinky asshole man

[boohoocthulhu]

Hhhhuuuuunnghh lil sketch 😈 legionary oc coming soon

His face looks so icky though :( I think it’s the mouth 🤔

[seoulmatez]

oops got so upset seeing ppl say team sae over team rin that i ranted to my mom about a fictional character

[pattysplaceofplaces]

William Afton is stinky and I think Mrs. Afton should marry me instead. Here are some reasons why:

I do not create robots

I will not turn her or her kids into robots

I will be a great second parent to the kids

I am not William Afton

[bloominglegumes]

GRABS HIM

[newttxt]

lulaw bodyswap (or, the exquisite humiliation of trafalgar law) for @strawhattery's birthday!

bonus: the original toilet humor gag that ended up on the chopping block

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

bakugou “ hurry up or i’m leaving your ass” but stays right where he is not moving a muscle until you’re finished packing your bag so he can walk you home and hold your hand katsuki

[paul-ster]

Paulster wtf is going on with you and Steve good god. Can’t even open Tumblr without seeing something wacky 😭💀

(What if I wrote a Paulster x Steve Randle enemies to lovers slowburn. Maybe. Probably not but it’s an idea)

BRO YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE 😭 it all started when @saraluvsu asked me “u x Steve (enemies to lovers)” 😭😭😭😭😭

[mythology-void]

okay so I was doing a Research™️ about ancient Greek etymology as one does and I found some Things that made me want to Violently Claw My Arms Off please allow me to force feed you my discoveries

So there are 2 words for "not" in ancient Greek, depending on the context: ou and mē. Having introduced himself in the Cyclops episode as " ou tis", or No-man, he then stabs Polyphemus in the eye. When Polyphemus' brothers come to check on him, they say this:

"... surely no man [mē tis] is carrying off your sheep? Surely no man [mē tis] is trying to kill you either by fraud or by force?"

Right after this, after the other cyclopes ditch Polyphemus, Odysseus's inner monologue goes something like this:

"Then they went away, and I laughed inwardly at the success of my clever strategem [metis]." (pronounced mEH-Tis)

Now, there's a difference between mē tis and metis. [mē tis] (pronounced mEH-Tis with a space between the syllables) is the literal translation for "no man". Metis is a word for extreme intelligence/cunning, which is something Odysseus is famous for.

Now, there are several examples of abuse of metis/intelligence in the Odyssey, but I think the juxtaposition between [mē tis], or the concept of anonymity, and metis, or extreme intelligence, is REALLY interesting. Odysseus's adoption of the title "No-man" was characteristic of metis--it was a really smart move that simultaneously hid him from the cyclops and avoided any future consequences. It was a highly effective strategy all wrapped up in a nest little package with a bow on it.

But when he revealed himself as Odysseus of Ithaca, effectively throwing off No-man (anonymity and [mē tis]), that was characterized as idiocy--he's essentially doxxed himself, and now he's doing to (spoiler alert) get tossed around the Mediterranean by Poseidon for the next 10 years.

This is really interesting because it lets you see the parallels/codependency between metis(intelligence) and humility. When Odysseus refused to allow himself to go unnoticed (hubris) he suffered for it. BUT when he declined instant glory/satisfaction (kleos) in order to achieve the long term goal of survival, he was rewarded with Athena's favor (pay attention. This part is important).

And this situation repeats itself MULTIPLE TIMES in the Odyssey--the EXACT SAME THING happens near the end of the book, with the suitors. When. Odysseus is dressed as a beggar and the suitors/Antinious are abusing him, he ACTIVELY CHOOSES not to react--he doesn't stand up and rip off his disguise and start hollering "TIS I, ODYSSEUS OF ITHACA! FEAR MY WRATH"

No. He sits there patiently and waits. He plans and schemes and quietly orchestrates their downfall without alerting them of it. Why? Because he learned his lesson the first time this happened. He buried his rage and adopted what was, according to Grace LA Franz, a more feminine form of metis, weaving a web of destruction for his enemies that ultimately resulted in their total annihilation (see Weaving a Way to Nostos: Odysseus and Feminine Metis in the Odyssey by Grace LaFranz). His patience allowed him to win the whole prize--no questions asked, no 10-year-long-business-trip strings attached--just the sweetness of a full victory. And he is, once again, rewarded with Athena's favor--both in the battle with the suitors and in the aftermath (cleanup/reuniting with Penelope).

This really reinforces the idea in the Odyssey that Odysseus's defining characteristic is not just his intelligence--it's his ability to learn from his mistakes. He used what he learned at the Lotus Eaters Island against Polyphemus--the Lotus Eaters drugged his men, so he drugged Polyphemus. He used what he learned from Circe and Polyphemus against the suitors--Circe used false sweetness and honeyed words to lure his men into a trap, so that's exactly what he did to the suitors. His hubris on Polyphemus' island cost his whole crew their lives, so he intentionally left well enough alone until the right time. He didn't just learn from his failures--he turned them into BATTLE STRATEGY.

i don't care what anyone says that is completely totally and objectively awesome

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Part two

Katsuki is absolutely riddled with cuteness aggression with his children when they’re born. He just… can’t stop looking at them. Every time his babies coo or look at him with your big eyes, he has to walk away and take a deep breath before he starts to cry.

He absolutely adored his babies when they’re newborns, no doubt about that. He just prefers the 1-2 year old stage where he can be playful and he knows his antics won’t always end in crying.

Katsuki loves blowing raspberry’s onto his baby’s cheeks, relishing in the soft, peach-fuzzed skin rippling underneath him. The deep belly laughs from his baby spur him on, making him blow raspberry’s onto his baby’s chubby neck rolls. He simultaneously cant stand the laughter because it makes his chest hurt in pure sweet pain, but he can’t stop because this tiny person adores him.

He enjoys play fighting his babies, making you play the villain as he dresses your baby in his costume, placing their fat little tummy on his large palm as he makes them soar. Drool goes everywhere as your baby chortles, gummy smile going bananas as they squeal and attack your face, mouthing your nose as you uncontrollably howl with laughter.

He loves playfully biting his baby, soft little nips that never go more than a few millimetres of force. He enjoys picking up his baby’s hand, pretending to gobble up the teeny digits. He only ever gently nips the tips of their fingers. Katsuki adores playing the big bad wolf to his child, gobbling their belly as he soaks in their giggles.

And when they’re older, he enjoys picking them up and slinging them over his shoulder. He often gets scolded by you, to be careful because he could make your kiddies sick. He only rolls his eyes playfully, pretending to eat his kids as they’re trapped in his burly arms.