#hes so insufferable

[monsterfucker69420]

the best bang since the big one

[hourly-yugi]

[dejasenti99]

unedited of a big wip btw hehe yeehaw i can work on it again

[gorbo-longstocking]

Chapter 4

“Is this seat taken?”

A low, sharp voice, almost like an ice pick in its tenor cut through the cacophony of the crowd. You looked up to meet a pair of piercing light brown, borderline yellow, irises honed in on you with a strange intensity. The man’s eyes were what drew you the most, the honeyed color almost uncanny, but you managed to tear your gaze away to study the rest of his frame. He had dark, swept back hair, and if you looked closely you could make out a few stray gray strands throughout. His features were obviously masculine, but there was a pretty delicateness to them. A pair of glasses sat upon a hooked nose and in his hand was a single cup of coffee, a bit of steam rising from the lid. He was tall, perhaps an inch or so taller than you if you had to guess from your sitting position, his limbs willowy and thin.

You blinked, your lips parted as your gaze darted from this man to the chair across from you. He wanted to sit with you? A bit of childish hope swelled in your chest. Despite the coldness in his features, there was a flicker of interest in his stare, which indicated that he wanted to speak with you. That was the first step to friendship, after all.

“Of course! Help yourself.” With a dramatic, sweeping gesture, you indicated he was welcome to sit.

The man raised an eyebrow, but his lips twitched into a pleased smirk. It wasn’t a smile, there was too much hidden behind the expression, too much of what he knew and what you didn’t. As if this whole interaction was one big joke you weren’t quite privy to.

“Appreciated,” He intoned as he pulled out the chair. It scraped against the tile, and despite his lithe frame, his movements weren’t particularly graceful. More of a plop while he crossed one leg over the other, staring at you, before his pupils trailed to your barrage of sweets, then back to your face. “You have a sweet tooth?”

“Oh goodness, is it that obvious? In my defense, the cookie was fr—” Your nose twitched and you took in a deep inhale. There were the smells you expected: coffee, icing, sweat, cologne. However, there was one very familiar scent you weren’t expecting wafting off of the man in front of you.

Chemicals, burlap, and cinnamon.

Your smile fell into a displeased frown.

[teuffels]

ive been on vacation so thats why im only now archiving this, but heres my latest moc run. hooray for our free ratio! pretty easy this time

[thestuffedalligator]

So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).

And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.

And at some level. That’s what I think Hobbes is.

[orriculum]

"all men are evil" is radfem/terf rhetoric, but clarifying "all cis men" because you want to signal that you're not transphobic doesn't work because it's still deeply rooted in radfem beliefs. It's saying you believe there's something inherently evil in being born/assigned "male", and you carry it over in how you treat ppl who transition in or out of that gender. "All cis men are evil", is gender essentialist and you can't get around that.

Fucking tired of ppl who think their terf soundbites with a fresh coat of paint are sooo progressive

[shebsart]

^redraw of a behind the scenes pic from a bout de souffle

This doesn't happen on page because it's a childrens book but I know in my heart it happened.

and probably some former english major student somewhere recalling howell jenkins, circa 1980:

[corndog-patrol]

so yeah, here's a crazy AU

The Good Place/The Amazing Digital Circus- I really don't know what to call it 😂

[folie-a-deux]

thinking about how in mizumono hannibal was willing to spare jack and everyone else as long as will would come with him. LIKE??? you're telling me, THE hannibal lecter, for once didn't care about killing anyone anymore. all he simply wanted was to leave. with. will. that's all he wanted at the moment. GOD

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Him.

[theoldkyokodied]

If you follow my main you had to know this was coming… anyway. Enjoy these bloodweave doodles :)

[mccoyquialisms]

ITS PROM, INTREPID HEROES! ASK RAGH ABOUT WHAT HE SAW AT PROM! ASK ABOUT JACE AND PORTER AND ARIANWEN!! INTREPID HEROES!!!

[boltlightning]

THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965)

[satoruxx]

i think it’s so funny how suguru gets injured on a mission and then brushes off every attempt you make to care for him. he could quite literally be bleeding out in front of you but still he’s got that stupidly indulgent smile on his face as he tucks your hair behind your ear to see your furrowed brows clearly.

“it’s not a big deal. i promise,” he’ll sigh every time, and you’ll always huff in response.

(because he’s so ridiculous? almost dying and telling you that it’s not that bad.)

“yes it is!” you groan and then you’re fussing over his injuries—and all he can do is show you that same silly helpless smile.

he’s always telling you that it’s not serious—that injuries are nothing to worry about.

but then you get injured on a mission and it completely flips. suguru is all over you, worry so palpable as he takes your face in his palms and lets his eyes rove over your features.

you do the same thing he does—tell him it’s nothing too crazy and that you’re fine and it isn’t something to be so worried about.

(it really isn’t.)

but he never listens, never cares. one little scrape and he’s panicked. he physically will not let you out of his sight.

and when you call him out for it, cheekily grinning as you chuckle, he just sighs and shakes his head because he knows you’re right. he has no intention of stopping though.

what a hypocrite.

[introspectivememories]

been watching mashle and oh my god, the eugenics???? the way lance's parents were so ready to give up their daughter??? no second thought???? just "why did this child have to be born to us?"???? um everyone talking in mash's face about how non-magic people are inherently worthless???? the triple line dude fucking making dolls out of people and somehow no one??? is??? checking him???? and then when questioned immediately jumping into "well humans are little more than mindless beasts and i will become a creator deity and reshape the world in my liking!"????? the, um, corruption in the government??? the way this story is so clearly "h*rry p*tter if it was actually funny"??? the slytherin coded characters are blood purists???? they took out hufflepuff??? one of the magia lupus' mage's powerset was just big shuriken???? another one is rip off kisame???? lance is a siscon and the first thing mash says is "that doesn't make it better"???? lemon is genuinely so fuckin funny??? dot is incel-coded but like in a funny way??? dot says that lance is playing life on "easy mode" cause lance has a good face??? dot likes tea??? dot has good manners??? everybody only has one spell they can use??? finn ames is like if you transported is regular human into this stupid ass world??? i think the old man and the cop have explored each others bodies.