#i digress

[smollkittykat]

I kind of don't like how a lot of people forget that despite all the angst and the drama around Dean and Cas they are fundamentaly best friends.

How many times did Dean say it throught the entire show? Bobby in season 6 saying "Well, you just lost the best friend you ever had."

For Bobby to say that, knowing Dean better than even Sam in some regards, how many times had Dean been sitting with Castiel on the couch in his living room?

Cas doesn't sleep, and rarely does Dean, with the Apocalypse looming right behind him.

So all they had left, in those quiet nights were each other. And they were okay with it, because they liked each other's company.

[foolsocracy]

dc is withholding feral garth lore so now i have to do my own brainstorming

[eddiethebrave]

secret admirer part twenty-three

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Eddie was so casual when he suggested his house for their meeting today. Yet, Steve isn’t even the one bringing him to his place, and he’s definitely freaked out - a not insignificant amount.

He follows closely behind Eddie’s van, and soon enough, they pull into Forest Hills Trailer Park. Steve has never been here before. He watches as Eddie climbs out of his van and bounds up the steps. Eddie unlocks the door and holds it open, waiting for Steve. The jock grabs his backpack and meets Eddie at the top of the stairs.

Eddie dips forward into some semblance of a bow, holding his arm out in welcome. Steve shakes his head in amusement and walks past him through the front door, which leads straight into the living room. 

Steve tries his best to subtly ogle in the space. What catches his attention immediately are the rows and rows of novelty mugs and baseball caps lining the walls. Behind him, Eddie shuts and locks the door before flopping onto the loveseat.

Eddie also looks around the space. If he’s anything like Steve, he’s trying to see his home with fresh eyes. Eddie meets Steve’s gaze. “Sorry about the mess. The maid took the week off,” he says, deadpan.

Steve cracks a smile and Eddie grins. With the tension broken, Steve feels comfortable enough to make his way to the loveseat as well, sitting on the opposite side. He unzips his bag and takes out his portrait, and Eddie opens his own bag to do the same. 

Steve bites his lip to tamp down his smile when he notices Eddie holding the pencil and eraser Steve gave him a week ago. 

They discard their bags onto the floor.

Steve pauses just as he’s about to unveil his art, side-eyeing Eddie enough to catch that the boy’s gaze is absolutely trained on what Steve’s doing. He turns his head to Eddie, and the boy looks away innocently. Steve doesn’t trust him one bit. 

He considers moving to the recliner in the corner, but that’s too far from Eddie (Steve doesn’t even bother attempting to convince himself he only wants to be close to him for practical, project-related reasons - he’s all too aware how smitten he is for this idiot). Instead, he turns sideways on the couch and sits criss-crossed, facing Eddie. The other teen freezes minutely before following Steve’s lead.

Soon enough, they get lost in their work. Steve tries his best to ignore the way their knees are pressed together, but the solid pressure is as distracting as it is comforting. 

He had thought that maybe now, with them alone and not in public, Eddie might finally want to acknowledge the notes, but this is okay too. It’s better, actually - Eddie is more comfortable now that he’s in his own space. As much as Steve adores Eddie’s usual persona, he loves to see him like this - with loose limbs and soft smiles. He has to admit, this is the easiest it’s ever been to capture Eddie’s likeness on paper.

An hour into their meeting, Eddie stands with a groan and stretches until his back pops. “Do you want something to drink? Coke? Water? Juice?” he asks expectantly as he makes his way to the small kitchen.

“Juice sounds good,” Steve calls and Eddie hums in confirmation. He comes back a minute later with two mugs. 

“Cider, your highness,” Eddie presents the drink, thankfully not dipping into another bow.

“Thanks, man.” Steve accepts the mug and holds it up to his face to get a good look at the art on it. It’s a rooster. The inside and top of the mug are a pretty yellow color. Steve kind of likes it. 

Eddie’s, on the other hand, is horrendous.

Eddie sees Steve looking at the mug and brings it to his mouth, making sure the face is on display and pointing at Steve. He keeps eye contact, his huge eyes peering over the orange ceramic ears looking silly. Still, the attention makes Steve break eye contact with warm cheeks.

Eddie takes one last pull from his mug before setting it on the coffee table. “Alright, break’s over. Back to work,” he declares.

Eddie i don’t know if you remember when i told you that i don’t read books outside of class, but i might’ve stretched the truth just a little bit  when I first noticed you, you always had your nose buried and a book i went to the library and found one that had made a couple appearances and knew and must be one you really liked because your name was on the log card like five times  and i gotta say, after reading it for myself, i don’t understand how you can read that shit all the time i’m pretty sure at least 50% was just made up words honestly, i don’t think i even know what it was about hey, maybe that’s why you read it so many times; you still don’t get it either ;)  p.s. maybe you have the right idea - i’ll have to give it another try  p.s.s. you looked real nice yesterday -H

twenty-four

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[hejihra]

[artilite]

have a lion dance for these trying times ♥♥

[battfishe]

I think people bitching and whining about chappell roan setting boundaries with not only her fans but also the press (who are known to be incredibly invasive and overbearing at times) is exactly why other celebrity women and even women in general are afraid to set boundaries or voice their discomfort the way chappell does. chappell gets labeled “rude” and “bitchy” for simply not wanting to take photos with people and wanting her personal space respected which is just fucking crazy honestly. she wouldn’t have to be “rude” about it if people just listened to her and treated her like a human being rather than an object. just goes to show how everyone still expects women to be seen and not heard, and to hide their discomfort to please the people around them.

anyway good on chappell for standing up for herself. she’s great and yeah she absolutely deserves to be praised for telling people off regardless of whether she’s nice about it or not. god bless you chappell roan feminist icon

[slythereen]

max joking about giving lewis a massage bc he was laying down?? dare i say lewis is earning his ferrari privilege early

[reineydraws]

so there's this post that talks about how people call jason's curved knife a kris but it's not a kris 'cuz why would he have a southeast asian knife? and op's tags say if you're gonna give him an 'exotic' weapon at least make him malay or something. a later reblog adds a filipino kris as an example, and then i was like, 'omg, jason in a barong tho.' SO i tried designing a bat-barong inspired by his hood logo, for a filipino jason haha. and now here we are! 😊✨️🇵🇭

[love-hold]

okay but truly, what has jannik sinner done to get 3 of the most thirsted-over men on the atp tour to fall in love with him. what do you mean carlos alcaraz, jack draper, and matteo berrentini are fighting over an awkward, lanky soft-spoken carrot

[cybervom1t]

the new overwatch season sucks :(

[cosmicdreamgrl]

𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 🦢🖤 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @cordiallyfuturedwight┃𝘤𝘳 : 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥

[spooksicl-e]

there’s another bedroom upstairs. if you’ll be needing two bedrooms

[elegantwizardtree]

you know, for being as emotionally and mentally clocked as I am. I SHOULD NOT be staying up this late reading birdflash fanfics…. but here we are.

[paper-rips]

made Mapicc some sorta gold golem hybrid for some reason. anyways duality duo enjoyers get ur food

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idk where the base originally came from pls tell me if u recognize it :,]]

[mirrorofliterature]

the burromuertos are a dysfunctional family

So, I've been seeing an influx of 'the Burromuertos are a healthy family' and hi. No the fuck they are not. It's subtext. No one with a functional family acts remotely like Alejandro does.

Firstly, the most obvious:

No one in Alejandro's family appears remotely concerned that their son/brother was sealed in a robot suit after being fatally injured for a year. The first time we see any member of his family is when Jose comes onto the show to beat him up. That screams healthy family dynamics.

His reaction to being called Al is far from normal. It is a sign of Jose bullying him - it reads like a trigger. It is an encapsulation of Jose's disrespect towards Alejandro and how he is always second place.

His competitive streak and how he prioritises winning over interpersonal relationships

How this man does not know how to navigate interpersonal relationships in a genuine and authentic ways.

Okay, those are my claims. But where's my evidence?

Gestures at Alejandro's whole schtick. But also:

"José always have to win, always, he live to make me miserable! ... He punches me in the arm and called me Al just because I hate it!"

These words speak of a deeply antagonistic brotherly relationship that is incredibly competitive - it is implied that Alejandro's parents pit the two of them against each other, resulting in an incredibly unhealthy sibling dynamic, akin to the al-Jamil's in The Good Place.

It is also (more indirectly) implied that Alejandro has had his food restricted - given that his 'body is a temple' and he refuses to eat the candy, giving it to Cody instead. Again, this feeds into the idea that Alejandro's parents raised him with the expectation to be perfect, in mind, body and spirit - and that is unhealthy. Like, having a little bit of candy won't kill you, I promise. The expectations that Alejandro's parents put on him are clearly crushing and destroying his ability to interact with his peers normally outside the context of a competition. That boy needs therapy and a healthy support network, stat. He cares about his achievements at the expense of his health and personal relationships.

That is learned behaviour.

Anyway. We (the dysfunctional burromuerto writers) are not making it up for the sake of angst. We are extrapolating a valid interpretation from the text by interpreting subtext and implication and sometimes, quite frankly, the shows' literal lines.

[wh0relibrarian]

eren is very gentle. he hugs you from the back meticulously, shuffling close to you, not to startle- no, to engulf. he wraps his slender arms around your middle like his actions are being recorded. settles his chin in the crook of your neck, made for him, you assume. when he does this you're already out of breath. you know what he's doing, it's your favorite position after all. you were simply watching TV when he decided to stretch his legs out on either side of you, awaiting your body's usual response. it was tactful, like clockwork you were melting into your boyfriend's grasp. his right-hand slips underneath your loose t-shirt, his touch is of a feather. it's sensually ticklish, making you unconsciously giggle until he's sliding down to the waistband of your panties. you were eren's precious puppy, always ready for him. he's such a tease, your heat clenches around nothing as he feels your clit through your panties. tactful, that's what eren yeager was. and attentive, too. no other person listened this closely to your body, no one learned you this well. but eren thrives off being perfect. mainly for you, he couldn't care less about what anyone else thought of him. that's why you always ended up like this, shaking uncontrollably as the speed of eren's wrist gets faster. he knows when you're close, he knows when you're not feeling it anymore, and he knows you love him.

simply by the way your eyes can't leave his, pleading in silence for him to go faster. you love this, and he loves you.