#i just think about them a lot

[holy-fricken-moly]

Thinking about blue-eyed white boys and their supercomputers who make their lives harder.

The first drawing was me trying to figure out if Ted and Dave actually looked a like or if I'm just face blind. Take a wild guess which it was.

Last two are from MONTHS ago on scrap paper and a business card, lol

[boywhoswaiting]

[breawycker]

Enid sniffing Wednesday repeatedly before proclaiming “you’re about to have a vision” then catching her before she hits the ground

Oooh I love this and her like growling at anyone who gets close to Wednesday when she's out. I've seen some angst-y art of Enid laying next to Wednesday worrying while Wednesday is in a vision and I just want to write something where Enid is just ready for her to wake up with some water because she knows that Wednesday's visions are often intense and having water and seeing Enid's face helps ground her. I like the idea of Enid's like inner wolf falling for Wednesday before her human self even realizes and then it hits her and she's like "oh wow 😳"

[skippersthecat]

Saiki K. Week Day 4: Rare Pairs

One platonic ship I think needs more attention is Teruhashi and Hairo.

They have so much in common. They are both charismatic leaders of the people around them, yet almost no one likes them on a deeper level. They help others often at the expense of their own wellbeing. Not to mention Hairo is one of the only guys that doesn't treat Teruhashi differently for her appearance.

I think they would be such good friends. I like to imagine Teruhashi gets really into sports, originally so she could understand the interests of her classmates and not be a stereotypical pretty girl who knows nothing about a more masculine hobby. But then she genuinely begins to enjoy it. She can't talk about it with anyone because it always ends up like that scene in the Barbie movie where all the Kens were mansplaining sports to the Barbies.

Then Hairo notices that Teruhashi is also very passionate about sports. Teruhashi is little confused at first, realized Hairo has never once gasped at her, but then she realizes he's actually genuine and pure guy. Her heart just melts at the fact he never once thought to treat her differently. Maybe this is how she finds out about gay/ace people. In addition to sports, they bond over the friends they have, the hard work they do, and how difficult it is trying to keep people happy all the time.

One day Hairo comes over for makeovers at Teruhashi's house and ends up beating the shit out of Makoto. He realizes the way people treat her is creepy as hell and becomes her personal protector. Teruhashi is so happy she found a guy friend with no ulterior motives, and Hairo is so happy he found someone who understands him.

[mstarcreates]

(On a perfectly normal morning)

Cayde: It’s a good thing we can’t have kids.

Crow: Uh…where the hell is this thought coming from?

Cayde: I’m just saying, don’t you think it’d be weird to explain to them how we met?

Crow: …..No. Absolutely not. I’m not going down this rabbit hole with you.

Cayde: You don’t want any Crow Juniors?

Crow: *deep soul crushing sigh* I need more coffee….and a bullet between the eyes.

Cayde: I can do both of those things.

[dead-sp1der]

everytime I think about purple duo in season 3 in comparison to season 4 I go a little bit more crazy

vitalasy asking/making subz kill him because he was convinced his job was done, he saved the server and there was nothing left for him to do (in denial that lifesteal would not and could not be saved)

vs

subz asking/making vitalasy kill him because he had given up, and was convinced his life was only hurting the people he cared about

subz killed vitalasy very reluctantly but did it because he cared

vitalasy only killed subz after begging, bargaining and pleading for subz to promise to return to the server, return to him

subz was asked to do something he did not want to do both times (kill vitalasy, promise to return to the server) but agreed because he cared. because he knew what vitalasy is like as a person. he did not ask for anything in return, killing vitalasy was something he probably knew was coming. because that's just who vitalasy is.

vitalasy can't stand to lose people. he is selfish in the way that he wants to die first, so he doesn't have to bear living without the people he cares about

subz doesn't have grand goals or desires, he'll go along with whatever his teammates (vitalasy) wants because he cares about them more than anything. this, i think, stems from when subz tried to hold onto vitalasy's ideals after vitalasy's death in s3, but ultimately failed; ending the series in a truce and mass suicide pact. he learns that conflicts on the server are futile and will result in some semblance of peace at the end of the day. all that matters is that you have your allies by your side. something he lacked during the end of season 3. something he desperately wanted during season 4. he is selfish in the way that he'd rather look away than face conflict head on. dying in season 4 means he didn't have to look at the people he loved fight with each other, because what is the end of the server if he can't hold both his allies close to him. what is the end of a season if he can't hold their hands while they all plunge to their deaths.

the only way purple duo could get a happy ending is if they get banned side by side in a battle they both want to fight. vitalasy for the good of the server. subz for the good of vitalasy against a foe he does not care about.

[24hrsoda]

i think Bao and Khoa could have really worked as a duo.

the problem with Phantom One was that he believed Khoa was a father. (Khoa’s fault for making him refer to him as one btw.)

With Bao, Bao doesn’t want Khoa to fill any of those roles, which is why it works. Yes he’s his sidekick, technically. But Bao doesn’t have to stick by his side 24/7. He can take the skills Khoa’s taught him and hold his own for a bit. It’s not a ‘bonding’ thing for Bao. He doesn’t expect more out of Khoa or to fill a role that Khoa is incapable of filling.

So when they get along and click over something, they just do. Neither of them expect it or want anything from one another beyond their loose mentor/mentee relationship, so it’s a genuine and unexpected bonding moment that brings them together.

Their whole relationship doesn’t have to be them attached at the hip, but they could actually come to enjoy working together when they figure out exactly what they enjoy about being a team.

[florestxiv]

"You are a blade forged by a thousand smiles. The smell of a rose growing from graveyard soils. Kindness written in blood. A light in the dark; darkened light. You are everything."

[anidiotwithfanfiction]

Has my fic been on hiatus for almost a month? Perhaps, maybe, possibly, sorta kinda.

Is there a good reason? Absolutely.

Anyways, heres a blip from the next chapter.

T.w. for vomit and addiction

Fiddleford jolts upright, sweat drenching his clothes. Unruly bedhead clinging to his face, he can feel his heart pounding out of his chest.

His whole body alight with the familiar. Addreniline kicking into high drive. His stomach churning as he looks around the room.

The cool metal of the memory gun still clenched tight in his fist.

He can't bare to look at whatever he's typed in, not when the snoring across the room is smothering his thoughts.

He bolts from the floor, slams the bathroom door open. The contents of his stomach spilling out.

What on Earth happened last night?

He can't think too hard - there's a reason he wanted to forget, right?

A reason... he was in the den when he awoke.

It wouldn't be the first time he'd used the gun on Ford.

Chunks turning to bile as he lets it all out.

His head is so foggy, so unfocused and removed from himself.

He can't bear to imagine what horrors they'd ran into. What encounter could have occured to make him...

Oh Stanford.

"... 'm sorry" He mumbles, wiping the vomit from his mouth.

Tears pricking at his eyes.

Guilt washing over him like a tidal wave.

Greedy and hungry and so desperate to consume every little ache within it's whimsy.

He was wretched.

He did what was necessary.

The sharp clang of metallic dropping to tile rings throughout his head in the most hideous of ways.

Body trembling as fingers claw at porcelain, begging for his horrors to be rid of.

He should know better.

He- he just wanted to help.

Contradicting every bit of guilt or justification that begged him.

Body heaving, unable to spill any more distraction from his burning chest.

Streams of vomit and foam and saline dripping from his face.

Heart jumping with every little sound.

Terrified to awake him.

Confront him after stripping choice and reason and evocation from within.

Ripping free will so passionately, so willfully-

He was a monster.

He couldn't live with those memories.

By the time his heart stills, the soft edges of the memory gun have found themselves in fidgeting fingers.

He can not bear to see what he's set in.

Fiddles with it, screen turned away.

Dials all the notches needed back to their place.

Turns it around, the scratched bulb playing to an itchy hand.

Thinks about all the things he could put in there.

All the things to make him forget every horrid thing hes done.

Wonders what he's chosen to forget already.

College was a blur.

Any time with Ford was.

Save those few rare moments.

When an ache he'd always known would swallow him whole.

Yes, being here, he was remembering more.

Remembering trembling hands brushing against one another.

Lingering eyes and quiet truths that would never pass soft lips again.

He was so... so different then.

It was like he was a whole new person.

Free spirited and gruff and awkward.

He lacked the bravado the Ford he knew possessed.

Maybe it was for the better.

When calloused hands gripped the small of his back, steadying him on the dance floor.

Or the taste of harsh liquor on his lips as they slammed back shot after shot.

Eyes kind to a stranger in the snow.

He had known Ford as the timid know it all in college.

The caffinated madman in their studies.

But this... innate vulnerability barreling toward defensive that seemed hardwired within-

This was a Ford he'd never known.

Hands, toying with his aggressor.

His savior.

Bulb pressed against his head just to elicit some semblance of control.

He wouldn't pull the trigger.

But to know he could.

Oh God, to know he could.

[quirrelmorts]

as much as i love joking about how quirrelmort should have kissed i think their ending in avpm is perfect. voldemort spends all his time away from quirrell miserable about how he’s lost the most meaningful connection he’s ever had and trying to recreate that with someone he thinks he should feel the same about. when he finds quirrell of course he wants to become one with him again. their love was built without touch. they love when they do get to touch but they don’t need that to know how important they are to each other. they’re literally soulmates!!!

[kairoseas]

Itafushi/Fushiita that love like breathing. Love comes so naturally to them. Itadori expresses his love by taking Fushiguro into consideration with everything he does: will Megumi like to have this for dinner? Should I make him this coffee, or this one? Would Megumi like this color? Would Megumi like to be surprised or would he prefer me climbing into his bed later and giving him silent snuggles? Megumi doing the same thing for Itadori: Would summoning my Shikigami here make him smile? Would he be comforted? Would Itadori prefer a milkshake or a smoothie today? Should I text him back even though I have no idea what this message of emojis means or should I ask first and respond accordingly? Would Yuuji like to go watch stars on the roof or go to a movie? They're always thinking of each other. Even when they themselves aren't aware of just how much they take one another into consideration. In the end it doesn't matter because being together makes them the happiest.

[ghosteso]

Actually Pip James and Luca Eso’s friendship is something that can be so personal.

[kiingbiing]

I just love them

[bluezeri]

rambling about connor and noah to my friend who doesnt even know whta im talking about so i figured i should post it here

plus ao3 link if anyone wants to read it on there

anyway heres the actual rambling below the cut

Thinking about the things Horror!Connor said to Noah before anyone knew he was a horror. Thinking about how over the past year Noah had well and truly come to believe that this was the only person to see the good in him other than Devon (who was currently a ghost and the person he "murdered" so he doesn't really count). thinking about how even though he got his boyfriend killed, Connor had come to love him anyway. He really, really came to believe over many months of convincing that Connor loved him 

and then,,,, they revived Devon, and everything was fine for about 2 days. And then Devon woke up, and connor was acting weird, and then everything Connor had previously tried to convince him of came crashing down when Connor started lashing out at him, telling him he had murdered devon, that it was his fault. he didn't even- he didn't even know what to do, what to think 

he didn't even get time to process it anyway, because 3 hours laters he's staring at connor chained to a chair in the basement, practically frothing at the mouth, skin pale and veiny, and his eyes no longer that grey-blue shade he loved so much, instead a sickly bright cyan that pierced straight through his soul. All he could do was grip Devon's hand tightly, as they both vowed to save Connor

Noah loves Connor, so, so much. he didn't think he could love anyone as much as Devon, but here he was, after realising that connor does actually blame him for Devons death (<- he doesn't, but Noah is unreliable narrator of the year <33) and still doing everything in his power to save him 

Hey, he owed him that much, didn't he?

–

Connor remembers it

his descent into being a horror was weirdly slow, and no one ever really figured out why. but he could remember hearing thoughts that weren't his- violent thoughts, thoughts that scared him

he brushed them off though, they had enough to worry about, and he figured this was just his way of processing his moms death

 by the time he realises, it's too late to stop. he hates it, can't stand the voices invading his mind. he tries to fight it, he really does, but before he knows it, his mouth and throat are working together to curse Noah out against his will, telling noah the opposite of what he's been trying to convince Noah of for months, undoing all love he's tried to give to noah, that he's only just recently managed to convince he was deserving of

he wants to cry, except he can't, as the power takes over. and like before, he can only watch as he threatens not only his friends, but the two people he loves most in the world

 and then things get hazy. And then he's so angry. He's so angry that he finally manages to break the chains binding him. He sees Noah, registering the pure fear on his face, and laughs at it. but Noah was not his priority. He wanted the bastard that killed his mother, and he got him. 

found him, eventually, he's not really sure where, nor does he really care. He ripped his heart out, threw it against whatever wall was nearby (a cave? when did he get in a cave??), and then– 

he could sense them. his sweethearts. the ones he promised an cruel and painful death 

he raised his head, trying to find them with his eyes first. but his vision was hazy too, bathing everything in anger and hate and blood, and then... noah was there 

he didn't really register him at first. didn't register much of anything except kill kill kill- but he recognised that- that voice. 

that voice that spoke so softly, so gently to him, like.... when they cooked together, and noah was trying to teach him how cut vegetables correctly without chopping his own fingers off, or like when they were rewatching some shitty horror movie for the 5 time that week, making fun of the terrible cgi and stupid character 

and then his hands appeared. soft, barely calloused from handling weapons, long, bony fingers. raised in a gesture of peace and surrender. he liked holding them, he remembered. he likes rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles to calm him down, and liked when they linked their pinkies together, with burning ears and cheeks, avoiding each other's gaze and then giggling about it like idiots 

and then... through the haze, he could make out a face. Noah's face. the face that he's woken up to for the past 3 months, kissed even longer than that, and pined for even longer than that. the face that scrunches adorably no matter when he's in. the face that- that he loves and holds and hes doesnt want to hurt

and the noah must see his rage filled expression softening out into confusion despite the darkness of the cave, calls out his name worriedly, and rushes to catch him as rowans powers finally cleanse him 

he doesnt think about the things he's done, he’ll save that crisis for a later date. Instead, he only looks up at Noah with tired, wet eyes. 

"i love you." he barely croaks out, and noah looks back at him, with that scrunched up face, cheeks wet with tears that he desperately wants to reach up and wipe away if it weren't for his current lack of strength, and he responds by cradling Connors face and saying "I love you, too." and then connors eyes fall shut, and slips into unconsciousness

[officialgleamstar]

okay so like --

(warning for discussions of suicidal ideation/self harm. not in any graphic amounts but mentioned frequently. under the cut because i talked way too long, Grant Wilson and Lark Oak-Garcia Give Me Feelings.)

tl;dr: lark and grant have matching semi-colon tattoos to honor each other. if you wanna hear All Of My Thoughts, journey on, but thats the gist of it gjhbfhjgbhjdf

i have said before that i do not think grant and lark would get along very well. i do stand by this. however i also think theyre both clingy motherfuckers, the kiddads are codependent and i believe this with all my heart, and so they are still friends even if they bicker like hell. i also think they both had a lot of mental health issues throughout high school and have some lopsided bond over being "the guys in the friend group to go to the psych ward" (all of the kiddads are like Bad Mentally but i just find that grant and lark are the most. uh. Clearly Suicidal so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i like to project my high school mental health onto grant and lark is. lark.)

i think at first, theres a lot of friction between them about this since i do think darryl and henry would try to push them to like. Be Supportive And Helpful to one another about this shared issue. i could spiral into a whole other conversation about that, i have a jghfbghjbdhj far too elaborate internal world about high school kiddads but all we need to know here is That Does Not Work. grant and lark do NOT fix each other, they definitely make each other worse bhjbfhjgbhjfdbgjd like i said! i dont think they get along! i think grant would project his own issues onto lark, and i think lark would call him out on that, and they would argue about it. they do NOT talk about mental health with one another or in general

but as time goes on and they both start doing better (again, projecting my own mental health onto grant but in a positive way now - despite relapses, i do think hes in a much better state of mind once hes an adult, and i think the same of lark. theyre not GOOD but i do not see them as like, actively suicidal as adults. theyre managing! we love that for them!), probably around senior year of high school or a year after that, lark reaches out to try and make amends for their issues with one another in high school. they dont usually like, Hang Out Alone, ever, but lark convinces grant to come over while lark gives himself a stick and poke tattoo. awkwardly hanging out alone in lark's room and picking their way through conversation. normal 18- to 19-year-olds stuff

i dont know if theyre like... still a big thing, but i know when i was in high school, the semi-colon on the wrist was a big symbol for mental health and showing support for those struggling. and i just really like the thought of lark going "i was gonna give myself a semi-colon tattoo" "oh, because youre doing better?" "no, because youre doing better, grant. its dedicated to you" (all of lark's tattoos are dedicated to other people but that. again. a whole other conversation i could spiral into) and grant just gets. really choked up about it. and rather impulsively goes "can you give one to me as well? so i can honor you."

and so grant's only tattoo matches lark's, and its a semi-colon that they both have on their wrist. i think i put lark's on his right the few times i've drawn it, i think grant's would probably also be on his right wrist but that doesn't matter too much ghbfdhgbdfjh i just think theres something really beautiful about honoring the continued life and well-being of someone youve not always gotten along with, but who still means the world to you. grant and lark, i think, would have a deep understanding of each other in a lot of ways, and i just think about that A Lot(tm)

also i think its fun to imagine grant having a Gay Moment over lark having to be all up in his space while giving him a tattoo but this whole concept isnt really meant to be shippy so fgbfjdhjh thats more an idle background thought

[lunar-nebulari]

It's About That Time Again

The time where I dump a bunch of omgcp memes on my followers for no reason.