#here's whatever the hell this is

[randomfandomss]

[majosullivan]

Oh they are so going to have a daughter, I would be so surprised if they don’t have a daughter

[flying-cat]

im crying my ass off the memes about bkg crashing the car w kiri in it because deku rejected him are so fucking funny LMAOO

[xxplastic-cubexx]

alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore

[epiaphany]

eddie being joyful and gay in 8x06 - Confessions

[mountainfucker69]

opal pond time

[dinoserious]

now look at this

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Anyways cross fandom time because the epic brainrot is coming to me.

Brainwashed! Soap meeting Ghost again after his supposed death.

Just imagine Ghost standing there opposite Soap, his mohawk was more grown out, his hair tied up in a bun. The stubble on his face had turned into a full grown beard, turning him almost unrecognisable.

But it was still Soap, still the person he had fallen in love with years prior.

The familiar spark of mischievous was still behind those blue eyes, the wrinkles around Johnny's eyes were still there, more prominent now. A reminder of the years lost between them. His frame seemed taller now, almost as tall as him. And yet all Ghost could think about was how much he wanted to kiss him.

Simon's eyes couldn't help but soften a little, his hands instinctively lowering his gun. He wants to reach out, to run his hands over Johnny's face, to call out his name and see the light in his world come back once more.

"Johnny? You good?"

Oh god, Simon hated how vulnerable he sounded, how meek his voice sounded as he called out, akin to a child calling out to the darkness for comfort.

And yet, for all it's worth, Simon could have sworn he saw a little light of familiarity flare up Johnny's eyes. The eyes he used to stare during moonlit nights flickering over his mask, attempting to find recognition to cling to.

Ghost couldn't really care about the consequences of his actions at this moment, and certainly not that fact that he was sacrificing his identity for the almost fruitless attempt of his Johnny coming back to him.

And there Simon stood bare, devoid of the identity he hides behind. He could feel the dirt and dust stuck on his face, his hair tousled from sweat. He could feel the wind around him, his eyes crinkling as he looked into Johnny opposite him.

"Johnny?"

His voice sounded as though he was gonna cry now, and yet he couldn't have cared about the vulnerability of his actions when Johnny's eyes softened a little more, bloodied lips opened apart, as though he was trying to whisper out a name long buried in his memories.

Simon ignored the static in his earpiece, hardly caring for the mission at large now. It was completed either way, and Price could go to hell for all he cared about at this moment. His gun dropped onto the ground next to him, hitting the concrete floor as he took a step forward.

"L.t?"

The gruff voice across from him called out, voice cracked from years of misuse. Simon could see Johnny staring at him, eyes tired and desperate. Johnny's fingers loosened on the trigger, his gun hanging loosely from his hands as he stared back into the freckled face of Simon.

It wasn't long before Simon was running towards him, embracing Johnny into his arms. He could feel the tears staining his cheeks as he held Johnny close to him. Simon could hear shaky breaths in his ears, though he couldn't tell whose it was, nor did he care. Johnny's hands were on him in the next moment, gripping at Simon's shoulders.

"Si?"

Johnny's words sounded like reassurance to him, familiarity and surprise in his tone as he held Simon against him.

"Yes?"

Simon's voice came out hoarse from crying, shakily pulling away to stare into the eyes of someone he once loved. Up close, Johnny's face looked different now, more ragged, harsher around the edge. In the years he was gone, his love's face had been scarred, and his nose possibly broken in many times if the way it was crooked was anything to go by.

But it was his Johnny, the same Johnny he had fallen in love with so many years prior. Still the same Johnny that adored him, still the Johnny he loved.

Relieve flooded his heart as Johnny's eyes filled in tears, staring up into the man he had dreams of, visions of a life that was robbed from him years ago.

Later, when Johnny sat in the medical office, being tested on over and over again to ensure his and the teams safety, Simon couldn't help the feeling of overwhelming comfort rising in his throat as he watches Johnny. His eyes watching every familiar movement of the Scot, how Johnny's accent was gradually coming back the more he spoke, how brash his words were becoming.

Finally, he thinks, his love was home.

[allimili]

"This will be fun.."

[lemoneste]

He knows

[siffarooni]

grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire

[todayisafridaynight]

[pippin-katz]

literally never going to be over the fact that jayden revri said delivering his lines during the confession scene in hell was easy because he "meant it when he said it"

like, actually stab me, it would hurt less

[mblue-art]

and then we unceremoniously get shoved into a closet for 7 mins after the game (😳)

(based on this)

[paintedcrows]

Happy Valentines Day!! Here's a collection of Magma doodles I did For @tesscourtes' Valentines Magma and @humanizedzine's Valentines Magma respectively! Check em both out!! <3

Also, I'm contributing to the Humanized Zine! With my humanoid Bill, who I realise I haven't actually posted on Tumblr yet. This is my guy! He has too many eyes :)

[nebuladreamz]

A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN

This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops

But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.

So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D

@garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @smoljeanius @bunmuffin @skizabaa

@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez

@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid

@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff

@cacaocheri

(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)

AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT

@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn

@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts

@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1

@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide

[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]