#hit the bricks babes

[iboatedhere]

If there’s one thing (and it’s really the only thing) Tim Minear knows how to do is take a perfectly fine couple and completely ruin them with terrible writing that he will bend over backwards to defend as brilliant because he’s an egomaniac who is really bad at his job.

[art-crumbs-main]

Y'all, I'm cooking.

[silverraes]

ah yes. your own personal alpha dating site

[lightpickles]

it took me over an hour to make this because I do not know how to edit images

bonus thought:

it makes me so sad that elise is the literal only person in town who doesn't stand with anybody at contests and festivals until nadi arrives!! and he's her employee! give elise friends!!!

[andrena]

if hiding in ur room were an olympic sport i’d be a gold medalist

[really-sheety-ghost]

Boys, I need to quit my fuuuuuuuuckin job.

[jonahmagnus]

"only art where he looks old tho. not a believer of smooth-faced chil." ?? so you like a character but not how he is in canon? why don't you all go make ocs instead. this is so mysterious to me.

???? Babe...... I dont like smooth-faced Chilchuck because he looks like a child.

[magdaclaire]

reading fic is so funny to me bc i DO have to suspend my disbelief but not for the reasons the author thinks i do

[the-force-awakens]

mm you know I think maybe the second you start belittling other people over their differing opinions than you, is the time someone needs to log out and go take a nappy, y'know?

[bazzybelle]

Warning, the only people who will know what the fuck I'm talking about will be those who watched OG Charmed.

Been watching a lot of Charmed commentary on YouTube (don't ask me how, I haven't watched a Charmed related vid on YT for YEARS) (the most I do is listen to a Charmed re-watch podcast). I have been diving deep into Charmed rabbit holes and it's been a journey you guys.

ANYWAY, watching these videos and rewatching clips of the show has made me realize a horrific truth about myself...

I actually DID NOT like season 6. Hot take, I know, but LISTEN. Season 6, compared to Seasons 3, and 4 just does not hold up when it comes to individual plot and story. (Hell even 7 had a more compelling storyline). This is shocking for me, because I used to defend that season with my life. It was the hill I was always ready to die on.

And that got me thinking... Did I actually enjoy THE WHOLE season? No... not really. Which Season 6 episodes did I constantly watch over and over? Chris-Crossed, Spin City, and It's a Bad, Bad World. Episodes that were mainly Chris-centric.

And this also explains my ire over Season 7 and never wanting to give it a chance. At the end of Season 6, Chris dies and fades away, and Drew Fuller doesn't come back except for guest star spots.

Season 6 isn't my favourite Charmed Season... I was just hard core crushing on Chris Halliwell/Drew Fuller.

To be fair... he was GREAT on the show and the cast had amazing chemistry with him. I think had anyone known what exactly they wanted to DO with him (like... maybe do the whole "Chris is Piper and Leo's son" thing from the get go) a lot of Season 6's plot and story issues could have been resolved.

But hey... at least it gave me a reason to start fanfic writing and RPing.

[bredforloyalty]

actually i changed my mind about the new episode in 0.002 seconds when i heard it made people uncomfortable it's 10/10 now

[rhoselacksthorns]

call me a cathedral the way my buttresses spread wide, kneeling before my altar can end with you seeing god and if you enter me far enough to push into my organs just right I make heavenly sounds

...although maybe Lincoln cathedral the way my spire isn't as long as it used to be...

...

and the way I reside in Lincolnshire...

*trying to call a woman beautiful but i've forgotten how to engage other humans in conversation* girl, you remind me of architecture

[penroseparticle]

"Pride is not a party"

Yes the fuck it is, stop being a baby

Yes pride is a riot and a fight and yadda yadda yadda but you are not revolutionary for sucking the joy out of queerness. Sometimes, pride is a party. It is a celebration of the fact that we are here, we're queer, and we're not going anywhere. And that is just as important as throwing bricks and fighting cops, actually.

If your activism doesn't allow you to enjoy the fruits of your labors you will burn out babe. Go suck some dick. Hit on that lesbian. Get the faggy haircut!!! Dance, for the love of god.

[cutielando]

I don't usually request things but I saw that your request were open and that you're more of a fluff writer and thought this would be perfect for you. I'm not sure if you e written so.ething like this or not, so if you have feel free to ignore.

Lando Norris with a gf who always wears contacts and has to switch to her glasses for some reason but he didn't know she wore contacts (since they are a pretty new couple only a few months) and he thinks her glasses are so fucking adorable because they are kinda big and nerdy and now he always wants to see her in them

glasses | l.n.

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You hated being blind.

Ever since you were little, you had been prescribed glasses because you couldn't see all that well. Of course, hoping you would be rid of them in a couple of years at most.

Oh, how wrong you had been.

There you were, in your 20s, still blind as fuck. But this time, nobody could really tell you needed glasses because you had opted for contacts instead.

That's the Y/N that Lando knew. Not the glasses, just the normal you.

You'd never actually told Lando about your vision problem, and he hadn't managed to figure anything out. You would put your contacts in as soon as you woke up and take them out before bed, all without Lando giving you a second thought.

But, unfortunately, your contacts era was going to come to an abrupt end.

You had scheduled a regular check-up with your optometrist, wanting to check things out as you usually did. But she seemed very concerned when she explained her findings to you.

"It looks like your eyes are very irritated because of the frequency with which you've been using your contacts, Y/N. I'm afraid you're going to have to switch to your eyeglasses for a while" those words had hit you like a ton of bricks.

You hated the way the glasses made you look, all big and round on your eyes like a nerd. You hated them, you hated even seeing them hidden away in your nightstand, and now you had to wear them?

Permanently?

Oh, boy.

Getting home to an empty apartment had never felt as good as it did in that moment.

Lando has been in the UK at the MTC for the last couple of days, and was supposed to be coming home in the evening. Plenty of time to think about what you were going to do when he got back and saw your glasses on the bridge of your nose.

You knew you were practically making a big deal out of nothing, but you couldn't help the thoughts swirling around in your mind.

How would Lando react? Would he love the glasses? Would he despise them because they made you less attractive or something? You couldn't have any of that, you loved him too much.

You sat on the couch, lost in your thoughts for what seemed like hours. The only thing that broke you out of your trance was the sound of keys jiggling in the lock and the door opening and closing.

"Babe, I'm home" Lando called out, just around the corner from the living room.

Your eyes widened, not realizing so much time had passed that Lando had already arrived home.

Any kind of plan you might have come up with in those few hours went out the window, now replaced with accepted defeat that in a few seconds, Lando would round the corner and come face to face with you.

Just as predicted, Lando entered the living room 5 seconds later, leaving his suitcase at the entrance while making his way to you.

"Hey" you said, your voice small as you timidly raised your head to look at him.

He stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion at the sight of your glasses.

“What’s with the glasses?” he asked, chuckling as he inspected your face.

In all truth, he thought you looked adorable with them. But to you, his silence was the worst possible thing in that moment.

You sighed, resting your head in your hands. Seeing how beat up you seemed to be, Lando took a seat next to you on the couch and started rubbing your back.

“I can’t see all that well, have had a prescription ever since I was 12 and I’ve had contacts for years now. When I went to my optometrist this morning for a checkup, she told me my eyes are irritated because of how long I’ve worn contacts, so I have to wear my glasses for a while” you explained, your voice slightly muffled by your palms but clear enough for Lando to understand.

“Okay, and what’s wrong with them? They look hot on you, why do you look so sad?” he asked, making you look up at him in confusion.

“What do you mean they look hot? They are ugly, they make my face look big and I hate wearing them” you explained the problem, but nothing you were saying was phasing Lando in any way.

He smiled at you, his eyes lingering on your glasses for a couple of seconds before he started speaking.

“Baby, you look hot both with and without your glasses. I personally prefer you with them” he cooed as he held your face in his hands.

“But they make me look like a nerd” you pouted, making your expression even more adorable in his eyes.

Lando shook his head, standing firm on his statement.

“Y/N, I don’t care whether you wear glasses for the rest of our lives or not, you’re still the most beautiful woman in the world in my eyes, even more so with them on your pretty face” he said, pecking your lips twice.

You sighed once you pulled away, your chest feeling much lighter now. The fear that you had been feeling since the morning wore off, relief settling in instead.

“Thanks” you said, biting your lip before leaning against his side, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder.

Thank God.

And so, ever since that day and for the remaining of your relationship, Lando made it his mission to show you just how much he loved those glasses on you.

Especially in bed ;)

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[lancerthatisntfree]

what the FUCK did i do to you

All the darlin’ kinnies giving Darlin’ the most traumatic backstory cause they crave trauma that can’t be dismissed or made to seem less than

All the Angel kinnies who walk around on eggshells constantly and just want to get to be loud and weird without being judged

All the sweetheart kinnies who just want people to notice how hard they TRY.

All the babe kinnies who want to find someone like them for once and not be the odd one out

How’s your days going

[kitkatscabinet]

Eat your heart out Patrick Swayze

Summary: Helping your boyfriend with a new hobby (inspired by this ask)

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Word count: 539

“Fuck!” Your boyfriend yells in frustration, and you can’t help but laugh a little as you notice the way Jason is scowling at the lump of clay.

Splotches of wet clay litter his arms and clothes, hands covered in a paste-like consistency that’s started to crust on his skin.

This was supposed to be a calming activity. Something that Dinah had suggested might be beneficial. Jason always seemed so sure that all he was capable of was violence, his hands made for destruction. Pottery was supposed to prove he was capable of more than what he believed.

You don’t know why she couldn’t have suggested something like gardening, because this was proving to be anything but calming.

You really shouldn’t laugh, you can tell Jason’s about to snap, but he’s just so cute.

“Jay, babe, you gotta relax.” You cajole, moving to stand behind him.

“You relax.” He replies petulantly, all the wit of a second grader.

It’s a testament to how much he loves and trusts you that Jason doesn’t think twice about sinking back to rest against your chest.

Jason’s built like a brick shit house, a fact which is more apparent to you now than ever. It’s awkward, wrapping your arms around him, your hands atop his as you guide his movements on the pottery wheel.

Your breath comes out in concentrated, even puffs against the skin of his neck.

Jason almost makes a flirty remark, after all, how’s he supposed to concentrate when he can feel the planes of your chest pressed so snugly against his back.

Still, it’s calming, and relaxing to be so close to you. Closing his eyes, Jason allows himself to concentrate on nothing but the feel of you against him, the reassuring thud of your heartbeat pulsing in through him. 

“Jason!” You laugh suddenly, snapping him out of his trance, head tilting back against your shoulder to make eye contact with your mirth-filled ones. “You’re supposed to be focusing on the clay not falling asleep!” You playfully hit him on the side. 

“Hate to break it to you babe, but there’s no focusing on anything else when you’re pressed up against me like that,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

This time you push him off the stool, laughing uproariously at the undignified shriek of surprise. 

“See if I ever help you again you little perv!” Playfully you flip him the bird as you sashay back to your shared bedroom. 

By the time you make it a few feet away, Jason’s recovered from his impromptu fall and is running towards you at a frankly terrifying speed for a man his size. Despite his bulk, your boyfriend is trained to be stealthy and it’s only for your benefit that he lets you hear him coming. 

Another peal of laughter escapes your lips as his strong arms wrap around your middle, tackling you onto the bed as Jason leaves ticklish kisses along the column of your neck. 

Instinctively one of your hands moves to tug at the hair on the back of his neck, pottery long forgotten for the day now that Jason had his hands on you. 

(You’d yell at him for getting clay all over one of your favourite shirts later.)