#i do not like Isaac at all

[thebadchoicemachine]

Here’s my thoughts (bolded are favored)

Allison vs Sam - Medium difference

Mike vs Jay - Big difference

Cap vs Issac - BIG difference

Kitty vs Flower - Small difference

Tomas vs Alberta - Medium difference

Julien vs Trevor - Big difference

Lady B vs Hetty - Medium difference

Pat vs Peter - Equal

Robin vs Thorfinn - Small difference

Mary vs Sasappis - They’re not really comparable as characters but Mary is my favorite ghost in all of everything.

[andr0nap-wf]

doggoframe 1999: the protopuppers

[talesfromthecrypts]

Jason Isaacsas D.J. in Event Horizon (1997)

[crippledanarchy]

If you're in the US and you're concerned about Palestine, leave US Jews alone, and start asking your local evangelist how much money their christian church sends annually to support the genocide being committed by the state of israel.

[thunderblazz]

When love is the drug or something idk

original:

[strangerhands]

i am like. actually angry because of just HOW fucking gorgeous he is.

[harbingersecho]

tried to redraw one of my fav lolix moments w/ an animatic(?)

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

something queer is afoot in mayberry.... inspired by @hellallamerican 's poll asking if they explored each others bodies

[doyelikehaggis]

7 Days of Scarepairs: Sciles | Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf) + “Grief”

Requested by @joanthangroff (TW mention of suicide attempt)

It was a long ride back from the motel. At least, it felt longer. Stiles' gaze burning holes in the side of his face wasn't making it go any faster, either. Scott could see his bouncing leg, hear his racing heart and smell the anxiety radiating off of him. Even if he were oblivious to all of that, he would still know something was wrong with him.

"Stiles," he said wearily, looking at him properly for the first time since Coach snatched his whistle back off of Lydia and told them to sit down. "Are you okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. All good."

The way he glanced at him said otherwise. Scott raised his eyebrows pointedly and the leg bouncing stopped. Stiles ran a hand over his thigh and nodded jerkily as if reiterating that he was fine.

"Look, we're gonna figure this out, okay?" Scott assured him as best he could. "From what Ethan said, there's a good chance that Derek is alive. Once we get back to Beacon Hills, we can find him, and we can make a better plan. No one else is going to get hurt."

He just managed to bite back a promise. He knew he couldn't. He only hoped that it was the truth.

But Stiles stared at him like he could see right through him, his eyes narrowing. He parted his lips like he was going to retort, as he usually would, but instead, he just shook his head and turned to face the back of the seat in front of him. As he ran a hand over his face, Scott frowned.

"You're angry," he blurted out.

Stiles shook his head again and sighed. "No. No, Scotty, I'm not angry." His heart skipped but he acted like Scott couldn't hear it. "I'm just... I'm tired. Last night was..."

"I know," Scott said softly. His own heart skipped. "But the darach's not going to catch us by surprise like that again."

Stiles nodded, but he didn't say anything else. In fact, he didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride. Scott wanted to, but something stopped him. He took to staring out the window and letting his eyes unfocus as he repeated his plan to find Derek in his mind the whole way home.

*

The bus dropped them off at the school. Stiles insisted on driving Scott home, even though he had his bike. He didn't put up a fight - he just wanted to go home and see his mom before he did anything else. That phone call back at the motel had felt too real. He just needed to see her.

Of course, she was at work. Scott sighed when he found the note on the fridge, but he told himself not to overthink it. She was fine.

"Alright, well, I think we should go to Derek's loft first," he said, turning to Stiles who was lingering by the back door, his arms folded. "He'd most likely have gone back there to try and heal."

He frowned.

"Although, if the alpha pack are looking for him, that might be too obvious. Maybe we should try the animal clinic first. He could've gone to Deaton, right?"

He waited for Stiles to agree with him or suggest something he hadn't thought of because right then, all Scott had was a handful of guesses and maybes.

But Stiles didn't chime in. He shrugged when he realized Scott was looking at him.

"Stiles, are you sure you're okay?" he asked gently.

Stiles dragged a hand over his face and sighed again, his tongue in his cheek, and he could smell the irritation on him, just like when they were on the bus.

"You know what? No," he snapped, throwing his hand up. "No, Scott, I'm not okay, and, quite frankly, neither are you, and I don't get why we're just pretending that last night never happened. Because it did."

"Do you mean..." Scott couldn't quite get the words out, his throat closing up around them and forcing them back down. He shifted his feet, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment. "The wolfsbane?"

"Yeah, I'm talking about the wolfsbane," Stiles said, his voice thick with emotion he was failing to contain. "More specifically, what the wolfsbane did to you, Scott."

Scott shook his head, his eyebrows drawing together as he tried to ignore the sick feeling weighing down on him. "It was just... you saw what it did to all of us. Ethan-"

"Tried to saw himself open, yeah," Stiles cut him off. "Probably something to do with his freakish ability to combine into one even more freakish mutation with Aiden. Isaac - he was hiding under his bed. Boyd and Lydia were hearing things. But you, Scott..."

He took a step toward him, and Scott watched his feet, observing every little detail of his shoes and the kitchen floor.

"Scott, you tried to kill yourself."

"It was just..."

"No. No, Scott, the wolfsbane brought out all of your biggest fears and just - just heightened your true emotions. Boyd's guilt about his sister, Isaac's fear of his dad, Lydia always being the one to find dead bodies. It wasn't the wolfsbane talking when you did that. Was it?"

Scott knew he had to give him an answer. He just didn't think either of them really wanted to hear it. The truth hung in the air between them, as suffocating as the gasoline that still clung to Scott's senses.

"It doesn't matter," he said quietly, then looked up to meet Stiles' disbelieving stare. "We need to find Derek. We can't waste any more time, we need-"

"Scott, stop! Can you even - you nearly died! Twice!"

"But I didn't-"

"Because someone stopped you! Allison literally had to sew you back together because you felt so guilty about Derek being dead that you were going to let yourself die, too! Scott, I had to talk you out of setting yourself on fire, how can you not - how do you not see how messed up that is?!"

"Stiles, I'm sorry about last night, okay? I shouldn't have... I should've fought the wolfsbane, or..."

Stiles just stared back at him, shaking his head incredulously. Finally, in a much softer voice, he said, "Scott, I don't want you to be sorry that I had to save you. I just... I just wanna know that you don't actually believe what you said last night."

It was a simple request. It would take just two words. And yet...

Scott opened his mouth. Then he shook his head and closed it again, looking away with a piercing pain where his healed wound was just yesterday.

"You have to admit that a lot of what we've gone through wouldn't have happened if I hadn't..."

"Hadn't what?" He looked back up to see the reason for the quiver in Stiles' voice; tears shone in his wide eyes. "Hadn't survived being bitten by Peter? That's what you meant, wasn't it?"

He tilted his head but he didn't get a chance to deny or confirm. Stiles already knew. He looked like he might crumble into a million pieces.

"Scott," he said, his voice cracking as he moved closer. "I don't care what's happened to us. I don't care about the murderous werewolves or - or the hunters, or any of the crazy supernatural things that keep happening around us, alright? Because we've survived it, but what I wouldn't have survived was losing my best friend."

Scott bit his tongue, his eyes stinging. Part of him wanted to point out all the bad things - the numerous times he's put his life in danger, the people who haven't survived the craziness of their world, and everything else.

Then Stiles really did crumble. "Scott, I meant what I said last night. And I can't lose you. I can't - you and my dad, you're all... you're all I've got, and I can't - Scotty, I can't lose you as well. I need you. And I know how selfish that is, but it's true. So, if you need a reason to - to believe that you should be alive, then there it is. Me, Scott. Make me your reason if you have to, or your mom, or even Allison, because I promise you that none of us would be better off if you weren't here."

"You'd be safe, at least."

He didn't mean to say it. It just slipped out.

"You don't know that," Stiles countered, then he shrugged. "And even if that was true - I don't care. Scott, I'd rather be in danger every day of my life from some supernatural threat than live without you."

He didn't know what to say to that. All he could do was surge forward and hug him. Stiles immediately wrapped his arms tight around him, as if he never intended to let go.

"I'm sorry," he repeated quietly into his shoulder.

"Just make me a promise, Scotty. Alright? Promise that you'll talk to me, so that, when you start blaming yourself for every bad thing that's ever happened, I can tell you what an idiot you are."

Scott chuckled and nodded. "I promise." Then, he softly added: "I mean it."

Stiles tightened his arms just a little more. Both of them savoured the feeling of the other against them. Solid. Real. Alive. Safe. For a moment, they were as physically intertwined as they were in every other way.

Scott knew they should look for Derek. They should come up with a plan to stop the darach. But he wasn't ready to let go of the first real feeling of comfort he'd felt in a while.

[ramsei501st]

"…𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘓𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵…"

-𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙘'𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙡𝙚

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AAAAAA i did it finally :'))) i stuck with it and the end result is Not As Bad As I Thought, so that's good. anyways, im not the happiest with this, but i want to post it anyways because i spent way too long on this and i figured out some techniques i liked n yeah. guh

rip llany but also i like that our dm makes u suffer its nice

[domesticated-feral]

Jackson Whittemore wanted full control. Jackson Whittemore wanted to overachieve. Jackson Whittemore needed to be the center of attention. Jackson Whittemore starts to look like he's dying. Jackson Whittemore is still the same. Jackson Whittemore becomes stripped of his agency for hours at a time. Jackson Whittemore loses time in his day, multiple times. Jackson Whittemore is used as a puppet. A pawn. Controlled to do someone else's bidding. Jackson Whittemore wakes up with blood on his hands that's not his. Jackson Whittemore sees the scales on his body form for the first time. Jackson Whittemore kills himself to save everyone else. Jackson Whittemore never fully becomes what he wanted in the first place. Jackson Whittemore will never be the same.

[azure-clockwork]

How Does it Feel to Read Classic Sci-Fi?

Orson Scott Card: Two of the most interesting books you’ll ever read if you’re willing to look past a handful of things. And then you find the planet of Chinese people who worship having debilitating OCD. And the Mormonism. And the fact that the author is wildly homophobic and ought to read his own books.

Robert Heinlein (or at least the Wikipedia Summaries): I guess that’s a neat concept—oh, it’s a sex thing. Um. Gotcha.

Ray Bradbury: Man, I gotta read this thing for class huh. Well here’s hoping it’s good! *three hours later* oh. that’s why he’s famous. this will stick with me forever and I will never look at the phrase ‘soft rain’ the same again. christ. And then repeat 3x.

Isaac Asimov: Wow, this is such an interesting concept! I wonder how the exploration of it will influence the plot! Wait, hey, are you going to add any characters? Any of em? No like, with character traits other than ‘robot psychologist’ and ‘autistic’ and ‘woman’? None of em? No, ‘detective’ isn’t a character trait. Those are all just facts. Aaaand now I’m bored.

Ursula K. Le Guin: Hah, get a load of this guy! He’s never heard of nonbinary people before. Lol, what a riot; how dumb do you have to be to comprehend that these people aren’t men *or* women actually? Oh, wait, what’s happening. Oh shit, it was about society and love and learning to understand each other? And now I’m crying? And perhaps a better human being for it??

Andy Weir: Alright, this guy’s a really good writer. Funny, creative, knows so much engineering stuff…ooh, a new book! …I guess he can’t write women. Well, he wouldn’t be the first sci-fi writer…ooh another new book! And it’s more engineering problem solving and—wow. It’s not just women he can’t write. Please stop letting your characters talk to each other.

Lois Lowry: Oh, I remember this being fun when I was a kid! Wouldn’t it be fucked up to not see color? …upon reread, it would be fucked up to have your humanity stripped away, replaced with a tepid, beige ‘happiness’ for all time. Yeah.

Tamsyn Muir (let me have this ok): Haha, “lesbian necromancers in space” sounds fun. Lemme read this. Oh wow, yeah, this is right up my alley. OH GOD WHAT. NO. FUCK. OH SHIT WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING AND WHY IS IT REFERENCING THE BOOK OF RUTH AND HOMESTUCK BACK TO BACK!!! AHHHHHHHHH!! Now give me more please.

[foxtrot-broadcasts]

TBOI 4Koma #1

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

MC: Isaac won’t come out of his room!

Dazai: Just tell him I said something.

MC: Like what?

Dazai: Anything factually incorrect.

MC, shrugging: If you say so.

Isaac, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hello there again, it is I, and I hope you're having a lovely day, or night, it's night for me :3

I do come to request something from thee lord mouse if thee does not mind, ALSO IT'S GONNA BE A LONG PLOT FOR

Could you maybe pretty please write my Lovely Doctor Harvey with thee specific Male Farmer, with just very light nsfw, I'm not sure but maybe even just mentions of it I suppose is good!! I don't wanna make my favorite stardew valley writer uncomfortable.

But the idea is lovely Harvey having a literal rough day, like, poor doctor is really not having a good day, and it was a day Maru didn't work so she couldn't help and so Harvey had to deal with like a bunch of patients alone himself and so after work he is completely exhausted, and harvey comes back to the farm, once he's inside he takes off his uniform and jacket, shoes, tie ect, and makes his way into the room, meanwhile the male farmer was rearranging the furniture, and seen his husband just go straight to the room, he follows Harvey and sits beside him on the bed, the two husbands talk; about Harvey's day at work, male farmer ends up massaging Harvey's sore muscles, shoulders, back, legs, ect (you know, how massages go) and he's peppering kisses on his doctor husband, like a good husband who knows how to take care of his husband, whispering sweet nothings and even a bit of spicy stuff into harveys ear while massaging his sore muscles, just teasing him, simply making our lovely doctors face turn a red color, and then he takes good care of Harvey!! Fluffing up them pillows for Harvey as well after the massage, then helping him relax more, even bringing him dinner in bed, and then cuddling him after the two are done eating, and hear me out, when the two husbands lay there, in bed, cuddling up together, the male farmer is rubbing Harvey's back, telling him how much he loves him, and how happy he is to be married to a handsome and lovely kind guy like Harvey, even if Harvey has anxiety, he still loves him and would do anything for him, even keeping Harvey wrapped up in his arms, holding him as the two fall asleep together in their home, their shared bed, their farm.

mauwhsidjd uhh Not sure if it counts as a little angst for the first little bit??? You can somehow make it into angst at the beginning because I have no idea what to name that category it's angst but not angst., then it's like fluff, just very light light nsfw mention, and then back to fluff between them.

Again, no need to do it if you don't wanna!!, since I seen you're requests open and I just thought "hey I would like to read some stuff about Harvey, I like my husband‼️"

"Hey, I want to ask you to write a headcanon about-" *writes a whole awesome headcanon during the question*

Dear, I think you have a knack for writing great headcanons yourself 😅☺️

Nevertheless, thank you so much for the ask and for your kind words! Honestly, your question inspired me to write a whole little one-shot instead of headcanon, soooo.... yeah! Thanks again for the ask, and have a good day/night! 💕

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The hands of the clock were already showing the sixth hour, and Harvey still hadn't turned up at the farmhouse. His husband remembers that the doctor had warned him about the busy day at the clinic, as Maru was ill and could not come out for her shift. Farmer thought the delay would be about an hour, an hour and a half at most. But three hours had passed since the official end of the clinic's working day, and his favourite doctor was still not sitting with Farmer in the kitchen eating his favourite super meal while drinking hot coffee.

While contemplating whether to call his spouse or not, Farmer heard the long-awaited creak of the door.

"I'm home." Harvey did not recognise his own voice - so hoarse and tired he sounded after a hard day's work, as if a different person.... Though the same could be said of his appearance: unbuttoned collar, bags under his eyes, dishevelled hair - totally different look compared to the usual clean and tidy Harvey. He looked crumpled and tired, as if he'd be about to collapse on the floor before reaching the bed, or at least the living room couch.

"Rough day?" Farmer hurriedly took briefcase from his spouse's hands and helped him remove his coat while Harvey shook off his shoes a little clumsily and tried to toe into his soft slippers.

"Mm-hmm." Giving Farmer a quick kiss, Harvey waddled towards the bedroom.

"Hon, the dinner..."

"Mm-hmm." Apparently, that was the only sound Harvey could make right now.

The soft double bed beckoned to him... Harvey wasted no time in removing his shirt and pants, and fell face down on the bedclothes, breathing in the freshness of the clean sheets and making a long, muffled sigh of aching muscle pain. He closed his eyes and was ready to fall into the realm of dreams, but strong hands came down on his shoulders, pulling him out of slumber. Harvey thought that Farmer wanted to take off his shirt, but instead the palms began to rub and massage the doctor's tired shoulders, to which he moaned in pleasure. With honed movements, it was as if Farmer read his lover's mind and knew where to press and with what force.

"Three appointments in a row." Harvey muttered.

"Hmm?" Farmer finished massaging Harvey's back and sat down next to him on the bed.

"Three emergency appointment in a row. Williy with a fishing hook stuck in his finger, Sam with a badly bruised leg after an skateboard accident - thankfully no fracture - and Sebastian with multiple cuts from a stone crab. Why he went to the Mines in the first place...." He signed again. "And reports. Many, many reports and medical records from patients from other cities that needed to be filled out today.... I couldn't even imagine HOW BUSY this day was going to be!"

Harvey found the strength to roll over onto his back and face Farmer. "At least everyone's healthy and all the reports are done. Phew, what a day..."

"If I had known it was this bad, I would have come to you to help with the paperwork." Farmer opened his arms, calling for the snuggle Harvey really needed right now. Thanks to the massage from his caring spouse, the aching pain in his back was gone, and Harvey, taking a sitting position, allowed Farmer's arms to enclose him in a hug.

"You've got enough fa work to do, my dear. Nothing to load you down with more medical reports." He opened his eyes sleepily, gazing into Farmer's beautiful eyes, full of love and adoration. "And I doubt you'd be able to make out my handwriting." The doctor smiled tiredly.

"You work too hard." Farmer covered Harvey's face with kisses. Forehead, temple, nose, lips - there wasn't a spot where Farmer didn't leave his kiss.

"It's my duty, darling." But Farmer didn't like this answer.

"I can understand emergencies, but those reports could have waited, you know." He took Harvey's face in his palms and looked earnestly at the doctor. "I love you and I hate to see you so burned out. You're caring and kind, and you deserve a rest after saving people's lives, not sitting around and cuddled up with stupid papers overtime."

Harvey wanted to argue with Farmer that the reports were in fact, also part of his job, but didn't have the energy anymore, so he just relaxed and let Farmer continue to kiss and hug him further.

"And today, I'm going to take matters into my own hands." Farmer leaned closer to Harvey's ear and whispered, "Today I'm going to help you relax~," Considering the way the doctor's cheeks flushed with a slight blush, he understood the meaning of Farmer's words about 'relaxing'. "But dinner first. You're always scolding me for skipping dinner, but now look at you - not following your own rules."

"Hmm..." Harvey sighed. "Using my own weapons against me." Shaking his head, he did get out of bed and headed out with Farmer into the kitchen, smiling broadly at his husband's love and care.

[chibishortdeath]

Disgusting creature (begins sobbing)