#i don’t even go here guys

[kickbutts-singsongs]

Okay I’m not really a part of this fandom but I’ve been following along cuz it looks kinda cool

So I do wanna say that I noticed smth in the last episode of Hazbin Hotel involving Alastor?

Like it’s canonical that he’s never not smiling right? But I was watching his fight with Adam again and I saw this:

His shadowwwww was FROWNINGGGGG

But then it corrects itself like half a second later!!

It’s a blink-and-you-miss-it moment:

[anonymous-dentist]

AU where (q)Fit is a cool teen spy on a mission infiltrating Gay High School to get info back to his boss, Madagio, who was kicked out of Gay High School for being a furry years ago

But Fit is straight 😱 And so he’ll have to work extra hard to convince everyone that he’s gay, including the president of Gay High School’s Homophobia Club: (q)Tubbo

Luckily, Fit has his best friends (q)Pac and Mike on his side. They’re chill with straight people, even if they do think Fit is gay

Pac especially is nice

He’s soooo nice

Madagio told Fit not to get attached to anyone at Gay High School, but Fit doesn’t need to worry about that. He’s straight!

…Right?

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Continuation of my other post here, the autobots have come close to figuring out that Optimus is the sire but Optimus is way too moral to spark up an subordinate so they don’t look into it more

Skywarp stole the evidence, Ratchet doesn’t notice cause he and Optimus are too busy with the baby for any fun private parties

[goodluckbabeheffron]

BABEROE & isimo by bleachers

[hyunpic]

[qupidology]

short shintarou thoughts for the girlies :)

Midorima was a patient man. He prided himself in it. Prided himself in his ability to keep his head leveled no matter what the situation was. And yet you were constantly one to make his patience run thin. Your consistent testing of his patience is exactly how you ended up bended over his lap, panties ripped, cheeks burning from the relentless impact of his rough palm and a dildo shoved up your pretty little cunt.

"S-Shin!! 'M sorry I-" "Aht." He brought his hand down on your already red ass pulling a mix of a cry and a moan from your lips, your body slumping as he rubs your ass with one hand and starts pushing the dildo deeper into you with the other.

"I told you five minutes right?" His voice gentle as he smacked your ass once more, not paying mind to the please and cries for him to stop, "I expected you to listen to me, kitten. You would've gotten everything you wanted and more, and yet," He brought his hand down again, tskin at the way you cried out for him and the way your legs shook, showing him you came without his permission. "You continue to be a disobedient little pet, hm?"

Sighing softly he pulls the dildo from your hole, flipping you over on his lap so he could see your tear-stained face in all it's flushed glory, "It's fine, master will just have to train you again, won't he?"

[yeahimcal]

Bad News (Terry McGinnis)

“Terry McGinnis is bad news, you don’t want to mess with him.” was the first thing you heard about him.

“He’s a bad boyfriend. Skips dates, flakes on plans, always has weird bruises is and really tired. None of his partners have ever caught him cheating, but he definitely does.” Was the next several things, all said in a hushed whisper as you were ushered past the black-haired boy in question.

He certainly didn’t… look like bad news. You’d dated guys who were bad news before, and very few of them had looked like Terry. Acted like him, either.

He was nice. He had helped you with your homework when you cried at the study tables in the library, smoothing a soothing hand over your shoulder blades almost unconsciously as he walked you through your chemistry exam study guide. He’d given you some gum, a smile, and a pat on the back before he promptly fell asleep on the table in the back corner of the library, snoring softly.

You’d slid your number into his hand when you left, and that was it for a while. He didn’t text. You saw each other in passing, and he’d smiled and you’d smiled, but nothing more.

Until you’d gotten the call.

“Hey.” He breathed into the speaker, his voice sounding oddly pained. “I’m sorry to call at this hour, but, uh, this… this isn’t really something I can call my mom for.”

He’d given you the address of an abandoned warehouse, begged you not to be freaked out when you got there, and hung up.

You went.

You didn’t really know why you went, for all you knew it was a really elaborate booty call or kidnapping scheme, but ten minutes later you parked next to the warehouse and slipped inside.

There, leaned up against a wall, bleeding and bruised, was Terry.

“You’re- you’re studying to be an EMT, right?” He asked with a pained smile that was supposed to be charming, gesturing to his wounds. “I figured you’d appreciate some hands-on experience.”

“What the hell?” You’d breathed, giving him a shocked look as you rushed to examine his wounds. “Terry, why didn’t you call the police?”

“Not the sharpest, are you.” Terry grunted in what might have been amusement, hissing as you poked and prodded him to see what was hurting. “Can’t call the police, they’d arrest me.”

“Arrest you?” You’d echoed, and then you took in his outfit. All black, with a red bat on the front. A cowl was clutched in his hand, the ends sharpening into little points. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah, I’m Batman.” Terry chuckled, but it was more at the look of shock on your face. He moved to sit up and then groaned, cringing and covering his wound. “Can you patch me up before I die here, please? Kinda called you for your specific set of skills.”

“You are so stupid.” You chided, but reluctantly dug around in your bag for hydrogen peroxide and bandages.

“And you’re old school, doc.” He breathed, smiling up at you cheekily. “You don’t carry those fancy little kits that heal people up on the spot?”

“They don’t sell them to anyone other than certified medical personnel.” You said, giving him a pointed glare and dousing his wound in hydrogen peroxide. “And I’m not a doctor.”

“Ah-” Terry hissed, tipping his head back and gasping in a little breath. … he was pretty. He was really pretty, and it was a little distracting. The voices of your friends rang out in the back of you head, warning you that he was trouble, but you couldn’t find it in you to listen when he swallowed thickly and turned to look at you, a lopsided smile on his pale face. “Same difference.” He breathed, chuckling.

You looked back at his wound, face flushed and feeling dizzy from the laps your brain was having to do to see Terry- scrawny, ‘bad boy’, Terry- as Batman. It seemed ridiculous, but his muscles were right there underneath your hands, tensing as you bandaged him up. He looked bigger than he did when you saw him in passing, stronger- when you saw him, he was always wearing bigger clothes that nearly dwarfed him, making him look smaller than he was. His hair was damp with sweat that ran down his face and made him look a little bit red, his lips parted as he breathed in air. He was gorgeous.

Suddenly, it made a little more sense why his exes had kept on giving him chances.

You worked quietly and efficiently, only sparing a few looks at your accidental patient before you finished patching him up.

“You should get that checked out at an actual hospital.” You said, helping him to his feet. “And I still don’t understand why you called me. We aren’t… friends.”

Terry shrugged, cupping your face in his hand and grinning a toothy smile at you. “Yeah, well, we definitely are now, doc.” He teased, tapping your nose and pushing away from you to head towards the doors opposite of where you’d parked. “Text me sometime and we can go out and get some drinks. I feel like you’ll be better company when you’re not crying over your study guides.”

He slipped the cowl on over his head and you could very nearly feel his stupid smile, which you already knew was going to get you in more trouble than you had bargained for, as he slipped out the doors and into the Gotham night.

When you walked back out to your car, it had a flat tire, and the window was broken.

… okay, maybe Terry was bad news.

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[miyamiwu]

The 3 times Xia Fei talks about Vein in YE3

[floralete]

shoutout to my homie for introducing me to this bug guy 🪳

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

I think it’d be really funny if a doctor who writer just added a new time lord chapter, like have the doctor be going on about the time lords and just name a chapter we’ve never heard of before and then go ‘well they’re dead now so it doesn’t matter’ and never mention it again

[oof-ow-my-bone]

still thinking about them… they’re so special to me…

@arrimorr

[anonymous-dentist]

Imagine a fic where Branzy scams Clown on Facebook Marketplace (he sold Clown a literal broken mirror for $149.99)

(You may be wondering how Branzy manages this, but the answer is quite simple, actually: Photoshop, and a lot of forcibly-decaffeinated coffee)

He goes to drop this broken mirror off to what he’s certain is a parody account, but, nooooo, it’s Actual Real Genuine Clownpierce

“Heyyyyyy,” says Branzy, discreetly steeping in front of his back windshield and hiding his broken mirror from view. He can’t feel his fingers or, like, any of his body, actually, it’s weird! Unpleasant! Terrifying!

Speaking of terrifying, Actual Real Genuine Clownpierce does as Actual Real Genuine Clownpierce does and pulls his scythe out from behind his back. He nudges Branzy away from his car with the butt end of it, completely wordless.

He looks into the trunk (somehow; does his mask even have eyeholes???)

And then he says, “I’m… not paying you one hundred and fifty dollars for this.”

And then Branzy, unwisely, says, “Actually, it was only one-forty-nine-ninety-nine…”

And then he wises up and backs up with a wide, terrified grin as Actual Real Genuine Clownpierce turns on him and starts twirling his scythe in one hand. Menacingly.

And you may be wondering what happens next, and the answer is simple:

After some very tense discussion, Clown says, “Help me scam people on Facebook Marketplace. You owe me.”

“For the mirror,” Branzy nods. “Right. Of course.”

“And for the gas money…”

“Mhmm. Of course! The gas money, how could I have forgotten…”

“And I was hungry on the way, so I stopped at Dunkin’ on the way…”

Branzy nods again. Feverishly. “Yes, of course! I’ll PayPal you. For the donuts.”

Contemplatively, Clown taps a finger against the chin of his mask. “And I need to pay for parking…”

Branzy fights the urge to cry- not because he’s being forced into indentured servitude under a murder clown, but because Rek will be able to tell him I-Told-You-So, and Branzy hates when that happens!!!

And thus starts the start of a beautiful partnership

[hplonesomeart]

Guys I’ve been thinking about these two all month…they deserved some more time together and if we don’t get to see that happen canonically then I’ll just need to take matters into my own hands and manifest a universe where they joke around together. This is serious business

Also just felt like this audio matched the dynamic well :))

[literallyjusttoa]

Guys I think Troy is becoming my Roman Empire.

[chimerahyperfix]

You’re looking for something— no, someone, too, aren’t you?

(I can’t comprehend how you understand what’s going on, with your lifeless shell. Craft as you are.)