#i would like to cry.

[danny-the-coolest]

Do you guys know respectable mexicans absolutely LOATHE Emilia Pérez and a mexican trans woman did a short film in like a week mocking it and called it Johanne Sacreblue and it's all french sterotypes and at some point it has Ladybug and Chat Noir fighting a mime in the background while the characters talk and the amount of rats in the scene increases each time the frame changes? It's important to me that people know this

[batbabydamian]

i’m still here

Nightwing (2016) #121

[p0patochisps]

Do I want to cry? Do I want to throw up? Do I want to hide in a dark room? Do I care? More on the roulette wheel of fucking emotions soon

[rosegolden13]

You had long since lost track of what Captain John Price was yelling in your face. Yes, you had almost gotten yourself killed on the latest mission. Did you regret it when you realized you’d have a limp for a bit? Yes. Did you regret it now, hearing that gruff accented voice directed at you? Hell no.

Even during debriefs, you could get lost in the gentle rumble of his voice. But this right now was something different. His words were biting, filled with an intensity that you normally only saw in the midst of missions- not on base and not directed at you.

You bit down on the soft plush of your bottom lip and a moment of silence settles over you. His icy blue eyes bore into yours. It’s like staring down a dog that’s about to snap its teeth at you again. Needing to fill the silence, you gave a quick response, “What was that last part, sir?” This’ll piss him off more but that’s what you want.

He stares at you a moment, processing your audacity before exploding once again. “Bloody fuckin’ hell, Sergeant! You don’t listen to me here, you don’t listen to me on the field. It’s a fuckin’ miracle you’ve survived this long. Pull that shit again, I dare ya, girl. What the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice is a low growl as he steps closer, like he’s about to reach for the back of your neck and jostle some sense into you.

Your cheeks are flushed at this point. There’s no denying that or the subtle ache between your legs. You let out a slow breath, spotting movement in your peripheral and meeting Soap’s gaze. He seems to see right through you, a cocky smirk on his face. “She’s got the hots for ya, Cap’n. Tha’s wha’s wrong with her.”

Price stares at you a moment more, completely taken aback as he reassesses you. And then he turns around, muttering something about not getting paid enough. You stand there mortified before chasing off after Soap to berate him for outing you like that.

[heartorbit]

if we could stay connected, just like this

[i-like-to-look-at-your-back]

°˖✧ Hayakawa family unit ✧˖°

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF 4 nightmares haunted all the Afton kids..

[puppppppppy]

thanks @chipper-smol for getting me ISAT i will be so irresponsible with the looping

[nellandvoid]

felicia telling irving the only time she ever saw burt scared was when he spent two hours fixing his hair before going to see him,,,,,, irving drawing burt over and over between the times he could see him,,,,,, felicia hugging irving the second she saw him, having lunch with him and telling him stories,,,,,,, irving's getting the "widow that's still loved by the family" treatment by o&d as he rightfully deserved

[ciil]

what makes us any different?

[oddberryshortcake]

ANGRY SILVER REAL

ANGRY SILVER FINALLY HAVING ENOUGH OF SEBEK AND SCOLDING HIM FOR HIS BEHAVIOR AAAA

He is the fearsome General’s son 😭😭

Some translated bits-

[idolomantises]

Man is it just me or are a lot of TV shows nowadays are written to have big emotional episodes in scenes with very little build up.

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

you let out a tired sigh as you flopped onto the couch, burying your face into a pillow. today had been long—too long. your entire body felt heavy, and all you wanted was to just exist without any responsibilities for a while.

gojo, of course, noticed immediately. he peeked at you from the kitchen, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “rough day, sweetheart?”

you mumbled something incoherent into the pillow.

in a second, he was on you—literally. he flopped down dramatically, half on top of you, half beside you, draping himself over you like some oversized weighted blanket.

“awww, my poor baby,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “did the big, bad world tire you out?”

“gojo,” you groaned, trying (and failing) to shove him off.

“mm-mm, no ‘gojo’ here,” he teased, tightening his hold around you. “just your sweet, devoted boyfriend here to take care of you. c’mon, say it—‘satoru, you’re the best boyfriend ever.’”

you huffed. “satoru, you’re the worst.”

he gasped, dramatically clutching his chest. “wounded.”

you rolled your eyes, but the exhaustion was still weighing heavy on your body. sensing this, gojo softened, adjusting himself so he could tuck you into his chest. his fingers found their way into your hair, stroking gently.

“seriously, though,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “you worked hard today, huh?”

you sighed, relaxing against him. “yeah.”

“poor baby,” he hummed, continuing to play with your hair. “you want snacks? a massage? a forehead kiss?”

you chuckled lightly. “a forehead kiss isn’t exactly equal to snacks and a massage.”

“nah, but it’s my specialty.”

before you could respond, he tilted your chin up and pressed the softest kiss to your forehead, lingering for just a second longer than necessary. when he pulled back, he grinned, all soft and stupidly in love.

“see? instant healing,” he said smugly.

you smiled, warmth spreading in your chest. “yeah, yeah.”

“so,” he whispered, nuzzling into your hair, “forehead kisses and snacks, then?”

“…yeah.”

“good choice.” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your temple before getting up, already heading to grab your favorite snacks.

because if there was one thing about gojo, it was that he loved taking care of you. and nothing made him happier than spoiling you rotten.

[cyb3r-mutt]

Sometimes I think oh I could totally brat but then I remember that I fold like a cheap tent at the slightest hint of possibly being praised

[prodotsukare]

Sam w his tits out because i didn't post it anywhere else

[spark-circuit]

okay listen. i know there's already one video about The Fucking Creep out there. but i NEED to share one of my favourite Creep Moments.