#hes such a fool

[dalandan012]

I think a lot of the fandom either forget or don't know that wallace is canonically 6 feet tall..... so like. Todd is really fucking huge compared to scott, who's just average height (5'8). So anyway its been pretty funny for me to think about wallace making out with todd and his neck straining, which suddenly makes him miss scott a lot because back then all he had to do was lean down slightly and leave a kiss on his forehead

[oblivionsdream]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8yVfP7L/

Just imagining the Jester pulling silly shit like this whilst the Knight is just smitten behind his helmet, not that he'll admit it

He WOULD though 😂😂😂

[nandermoenthusiast]

i do think it is a crime that i dont have any video editing skills because sometimes i hear a song and i see an amv that could make us cry so clearly in my minds eye…

[seagiri]

they turned mickbell into a girl in the latin spanish dub so... congrats mickbell???

[emphistic]

Sukuna wins every basketball game he plays, makes every basket he shoots, and wins every medal that can be won. But the one thing he didn't win?

No Nut November.

It's a silly game his teammate, Gojo, introduced to him; and, originally, Sukuna wasn't going to entertain any of that, but, after a whole lot of nagging, and bribing, and coercing, Sukuna accepted the challenge. What he didn't expect, was for it to be so . . . hard. Literally.

"You're doing this on purpose."

You raised a brow, throwing a pointed look towards Sukuna from your spot across the sofa. "Doing what?"

"Wearing that." Your boyfriend looked you up and down, as if trying to prove a point.

"Baby, what are you talking about?"

Scoffing, Sukuna crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't play coy with me. You're literally wearing a fucking tank top with shorts that barely cover your ass."

Still not understanding, you couldn't help the side glance you gave Sukuna, before saying, "So?"

"It's November, dumbass. Literally cold as fuck in this apartment, and you're practically shoving your tits and shaking your ass in front of my face."

". . .Why would you complain about that?"

Sukuna audibly facepalmed.

It took you a few moments to realize what your boyfriend was trying to get at, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter at his misery. "OHH! Is that why you decided to sit so far away from me? Aww, that's kind of cute, actually; it means you find me irresistible!"

"I find you irritating."

You laughed, crawling over on all fours to Sukuna's spot on the sofa, and pressing a long, chaste kiss to his cheek. "Sure, baby, whatever you say."

"Do you think I'm bluffing, you little brat?"

"I think you're adorable, Sukuna."

Yeah, okay, he'll admit it; Sukuna stood no chance against NNN. At least, not with the way you gave him that lovey-dovey look in your eyes, he couldn't.

Maybe next year, is what Sukuna says, as he pulls you down onto him, and shows you what a real kiss is like.

[ckret2]

I'd like to think Bill was projecting in the paragraph on hibernation.

(fun fact! every color in bill's clothes, breakup recovery objects, and furniture were color picked from ford's body! yes bill did get a leather couch the same color as ford's flesh!)

[flwrkid14]

Take My Heart, Take My Name

Listen. Danny is a menace with affectionate nicknames, and Tim is so weak for it.

It starts small, a casual “hey, babe” here, a “thanks, darling” there. Tim thinks he’s fine at first—sure, his heart skips a beat, and yeah, maybe he has to take a moment to compose himself, but he tells himself it’s no big deal.

Except then Danny takes it up a notch, like he’s testing Tim’s self-control.

Honey. Danny calls Tim honey one night and Tim seriously thinks it's game over. He's done for. Finished. Danny could ask him to jump into a Lazarus Pit, and Tim would already be in mid-air. “Hey, honey, can you grab my jacket?” Yes. Yes, he can. He can grab Danny’s jacket, his wallet, his hand in marriage—whatever Danny wants.

And just when Tim thinks he’s adjusted to that, Danny has to go and casually destroy him again.

“Morning, Polaris,” Danny says, voice soft and warm, and Tim nearly drops his coffee mug. Polaris. His chest tightens at the word, at the meaning behind it. The North Star—the one constant in the sky, the guide through uncertainty. That’s how Danny sees him? It’s almost too much. Tim has to physically turn around and pretend to check his phone, hiding the way his face burns and his throat tightens with something dangerously close to tears. Danny doesn’t just say it like it’s some throwaway nickname; he says it like it’s a promise, like he’s quietly reminding Tim just how much he means to him.

But the real killer? The absolute fatality? It’s when Tim overhears Danny talking about him to someone else.

“Oh yeah, Tim’s amazing,” Danny says, casually. “My man’s the smartest guy I know.”

My man.

Tim’s entire world stops. He doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until he exhales a few seconds later, completely dazed. My man. It’s not just that Danny’s saying it; it’s the way he says it. The pride in his voice, the casual possessiveness, the ease with which he claims Tim like that—like they’re already this unshakable thing. His. And Tim can’t believe it.

It doesn’t matter that they’ve been together for a while; hearing Danny claim him like that still makes him feel like he’s the luckiest person alive. Every time Danny says it, Tim can feel his heart racing, his head spinning.

And how could he not? He wants to give Danny everything. Every inch of himself, every breath, every dream, every fear. Tim wants to live his life wrapped in Danny’s laugh, stitched into the fabric of his love. If Danny wanted proof, Tim would carve his devotion into the stars themselves, would pluck out his own heart and place it in Danny’s hands as an offering. He’d give up anything, anyone, just to keep Danny smiling like that, to hear him say my man again.

Tim’s in a puddle, utterly lost in the warmth of it. His chest tightens, and he can’t stop the little smile that’s spreading across his face. My man. That’s his Danny. And God, if this is what it feels like to be loved by him, then Tim’s never going back.

And the thing is, Danny knows exactly what he’s doing. The way Tim lights up whenever he calls him something sweet? The soft little smile he tries to hide? Danny lives for it.

“Baby, are you okay?” Danny asks one day when Tim is just staring at him, dazed and lovestruck.

“Yeah,” Tim mumbles, his voice barely audible. “I just… like when you call me that.”

Danny grins, leaning closer. “What, baby?”

Tim nods, face bright red.

And from then on, it’s over. Tim is officially a nickname addict. Sweetheart, baby, honey, love—he eats it all up. It’s his lifeline. His kryptonite. And the best part? Danny never holds back.

[shobiolovechild]

so you wouldn't use dark magic to bring falin? would you even touch her remains, shuro? is there a limit where you'd go for her? not eating or sleeping is not a sign of devotion, risking everything you have, every morality, every law without a second thought THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS TO BE DEVOTED

[mikurinkuwu]

i drew my mikurin fankid again

[justaz]

*merlins magic gets exposed in front of the knights*

merlin, magic user: oh fuck

arthur, finally taking this opportunity to pretend as if he just found out merlin has magic after agonizing for the past month on how to bring it up: you have magic?

lancelot, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic: no! i have magic

gwaine, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic, lover of chaos, ride or die: no, i have magic!

mordred, desperate for his hero’s approval bc no matter what he’s done emrys just stares at him with distrust and the poor boy is tired and so close to tears: no…i have magic.

percival, raised by druids and bonded strongly with mordred over that and does Not agree with the persecution of magic in camelot, had an inkling that merlin had magic but no proof: no. i have magic.

*leon and elyan exchange a look, elyan, amused and leon, exhausted, elyan shrugs*

elyan, knows how much gwen adores merlin and completely understands her stance bc merlin…is merlin, down to clown and put on a show, really playing up the dramatics: no! i have magic.

leon, exhausted, has known of merlin’s magic since he stepped foot in camelot, knows of his feelings for arthur and arthur’s feelings for him, knows arthur knows of merlin’s magic and wouldn’t harm him, thinks everyone is being absolutely ridiculous:

*the knights stare hard at leon and even merlin looks slightly offended at leon not jumping to his defense with the rest of the knights, arthur hasn’t said anything and is staring at leon expectantly*

leon, sighing: …no. i have magic.

[pomidaea]

Rain and his bass

[acetheticlytired]

this is Dakota he was supposed to be a seahorse

[thelvadams]

THE MURDER OF SONIC THE HEDGEHOG (2023) dev. SEGA

[majunju]

thoughts

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[batarangsoundsdumb]

jason todd, the kind of man to get locked out of editing his own wikipedia page.