#heres a snippet

[smoosnoom]

goodnight

[eggwishing]

I ONCE TRIED TO WASH THAT SCUFFED OLD THING WHILE HE WAS TAKING ONE OF HIS NAPS, BUT WHEN I TOOK IT OFF HE WAS WEARING ANOTHER IDENTICAL ONE UNDERNEATH! AND ANOTHER! I GOT THROUGH TEN MORE LAYERS OF THE SAME THING BEFORE HE WOKE UP. I WAS SO FRUSTRATED! WHERE DID HE EVEN GET THOSE FROM? THEY ALL EVEN HAD THE SAME STAINS!!

[cubedmango]

「安達が魔法使いにならなかった世界線の話」 + 「もしもの話」 — english translation

[plutoons]

a recent snm doodle… i draw these beasts still i prommy

[reunitedinterlude]

the cake scene saga

[agender-wolfie]

Imagine Kid meeting his future partner by being too rowdy and knocking over their art stand or something by accident (being himself) but instead of apologizing, he blames them. Stating that they shouldn’t have been in the way in the first place. And instead of backing down and being a meek little mouse like he expects you to be,you tear into him.

“You listen to me you giant red fuck! I don’t work my ass off, pouring blood, sweat and tears into my work just so wild ass fuckos like you can come in here and tear shit up! You’re either going to clean this up and pay for the damages, or I’m gonna beat your ass!!”

The whole crew was stunned, everyone that didn’t run away in fear of an altercation was stunned, but most of all, Kid was stunned. As soon as you called him a “giant red fuck” his smirk dropped and his mouth hung open while a steady red creeped up his neck and face. The fact that you had the gall to stand up to him in the first place was one thing, but your fiery spirit and your overall passion in the face of a feared pirate is what had his heart thumping and pants becoming a bit tight.

Killer, who had moved close just in case he needed to step in and prevent more trouble, had seen the absolute love struck look on his captains face and let out an amused huff, knowing Kid had finally met his match.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

[whoviandoodler]

something I haven't really seen people mention or consider in relation to riz and jawbone and the whole 'what's up with you, come in and talk with me' thing is that riz legitimately cannot do that. he cannot get better because getting better means losing all the things he gains by pushing himself to a wildly unhealthy degree- the points from his extracurriculars and grades in general, the usefulness he still feels he owes to his friends, the ability to push through grief and loss time and again. it's so incredibly sad because like- he was the one who first offered jawbone the job that got his life turned around! he tries so hard at all that he does and has a huge heart and he deserves to live a life that doesn't run him into the ground, but that life would be one where he wouldn't get the education he wants, or at the very best a life where he loses the control that he is gripping onto white-knuckled and has to contend with a lot of things he could never bear to consider at present. getting better would mean stopping, stopping would mean falling, and if he falls, riz is not getting up for a long, long time, and he just cannot afford that

[demaparbat-hp]

Oh, Lala...

[rwsdarw]

//suggestive <3

[molsno]

T4T

"It’s kind of a joke. Trans girls fucking trans girls. But really, it’s an ethos. Trans girls loving trans girls, above all else. Hoes before bros. [...] It’s a promise. You just promise to love trans girls above all else. The idea—although maybe not the practice—is that a girl could be your worst enemy, the girl you wouldn’t piss on to put out a fire, but if she’s trans, you’re gonna offer her your bed, you’re gonna share your last hormone shot."

-Torrey Peters, Infect Your Friends and Loved Ones [PDF]

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

the shadowpeach levels this season were off the charts and yet we did not get swk holding/checking on mac even once, which is deeply unjust when you consider just how much our favorite drama-monkey was doing to try to keep his fellow monkey's asses out of trouble

like so close! they almost had this moment but didn't, so I'm drawing it myself, these! monkeys! deserve! hugs!

[andarateiacantori]

am i crazy or has very little of what bioware has revealed so far been actual "spoilers" and not just very typical game marketing to get people interested in the story... like i get wanting to go in blind of course but then you shouldnt be watching this marketing stuff to start with lol

[futuristichedge]

Disability headcanons

[stellewriites]

ghost and soap that move in together in between missions to save on money and eventually - inevitably - fall into bed together. but somethings missing

they’re both a little too sharp around the edges, need something sweet to ease their cravings and soften their bites, but no one fits right

until you, that is. so don’t be surprised when they make sure you’re sticking around by any means necessary

[save-the-villainous-cat]

"Sit down," the hero said. They doubted the villain could hear them with this absolutely diabolical beat banging in both their ears. So, they pushed the villain's chest until their nemesis was falling into the armchair and sat down on their lap, each thigh on one side of the villain's hips.

The hero could tell this amused the villain to the fullest and they could also tell it wasn't just the alcohol. They leaned forward and tried to ignore how the villain's fingers were already playing with the fabric of the hero's outfit.

"I caught you," the hero said, nearly shouted the words into the villain's ear. By now, the villain's hands were on them but the hero supposed they had started all of this with getting on top of them in the first place. They figured those hands could stay on their hips a little longer, even though the villain squeezed their hips. They nodded briskly, clearly wanting the hero to listen to them.

"I let you catch me," the villain said when the hero leaned over once more. The hero could smell the alcohol. They could feel how hot the villain was. Literally, of course. They were burning.

"Dream on, sunshine. You'll spend the rest of the night in a cell."

"Oh, nooo..." The hero looked at them and the villain was clearly having a little too much fun. Their grin was eminent. Their eyes were on the hero's lips. "You are so cruel to your lover."

"We're not lovers."

"But you kissed meee..." The villain's lips touched the hero's ear shell and the hero couldn't help but shudder. They had gone to the club (which mostly consisted of superheroes getting drunk) to get some more intel on a new villain that had appeared a week ago. They had not expected their nemesis to be here.

And they hadn't expected them to be this touchy.

Usually, both of them were rather quiet people that only communicated if absolutely necessary.

The hero knew how much of a loser that truly made them but the villain on the other hand was a much more dangerous force. Their silence was usually a weapon.

"I did that because you almost died," the hero said. "You know that."

"You did that because you like me," the villain said. The hero couldn't help but wonder if the villain's true self was close to this drunk version of them. If the villain was flirty or chatty. It was intriguing. To know this much about someone and yet, it wasn't quite enough.

The hero took in a deep breath.

"I didn't know you go clubbing."

"I don't. Clubs are good sources of information," the villain said. They let their thumbs draw soft shapes into the hero's clothes. "I was asking around because you were so busy last week."

The hero frowned.

"And then you got drunk?"

"Kind of." The villain shrugged. "Drowning my sorrows. Honest mistake."

Maybe all of this would have been easier if the hero hadn't kissed them all those months ago. They knew they thought about the villain a lot, especially when they tried to distance themselves from them. It was everything but ideal. It was distracting and it bothered the hero. They knew what they were feeling, they knew what was going on and the hero absolutely hated it.

"About that kiss..." the villain began, chuckling to themselves, but they didn't really finish since the hero was on their feet a little too quick.

"I...have some business to attend to," the hero said.

"Wait." The villain stood up - swaying a little - and grabbed their arm. The villain's tug was powerful enough for the both of them to bump into each other again. "Didn't you want to arrest me?"

"Maybe another time. Count yourself lucky," they answered. They wanted to go and push themselves through the crowd full of heroes back to the exist but the villain didn't let go.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"What? No, no...you didn't."

"I thought you kinda liked me." Oh god, the hero couldn't do this. They couldn't...they couldn't confess in a club full of heroes and with the villain being drunk.

"I do, I...you know I like you. You know that." The hero loathed how soft their own voice could be.

"Yeah, but...shit, I gotta sit down." The villain did exactly that and the hero suspected the alcohol to do its true magic now. They knew the villain was strong enough to go home on their own, they were a villain after all, but some sense of responsibility (and desperation) kicked in.

"Come on." The hero's heartbeat was louder than the horrible pop song that was playing next. "Let's go home."

It only occurred to the hero later that they didn't know the villain's address.

Accordingly, the villain was more than confused when they woke up hungover in the hero's bed in the early morning. And the hero was even more confused when they woke up on the couch with the villain next to them, even though they had made sure the villain would stay in the hero's bed.