#i’m totally normal about them

[soldierandawar]

I just think Shawn and Gus are really neat. Two pretty best friends that embody what it means to be ride or die.

Gus needs help covering up his presence at a crime scene? Shawn is right beside him making an even worse mess of it.

Gus is taken hostage during a bank robbery? Shawn has somehow found his way into the bank and gets them out.

Shawn needs a distraction while he’s solving the Yang case? Gus is in the room impersonating Michael Jackson.

Shawn is kidnapped and shot? Gus is joining the search for him. And when he tells Shawn not to jump on the blueberry? Shawn abides and finds another way off the runaway truck.

They’re the blueprint for codependent best friends. They wrote the book on it and will literally follow each other to the ends of the earth.

[timetodecidedjo]

i wholeheartedly believe that the diner scene when Logan makes the comment about not being able to eat while Wade’s mask was off was FULLY just him being an asshole to be an asshole and not because he actually felt that way. like it’s just his defense mechanism to be an ass all the time to spare his own feelings. can’t get close to anyone if I’m a complete asshole 24/7. i also wholeheartedly believe that when Wade would mention his old appearance vs now Logan would immediately shut that shit down and be like “ok and your point is what?”

[jyjkj]

🎥: _elllie.louise_ (TikTok)

It’s been a week. And I’m still collecting angles… can you tell I’m still not over it-

[roykentschesthair]

I’m sorry, but the venn diagram of Roy Kent’s *intense* need to be needed and Jamie Tartt’s *intense* need to be wanted is a fucking circle.

They literally complete each other. Jamie would never be smothered by Roy, he’d absolutely thrive under the attention (this is literal canon) and Roy would absolutely find the secure attachment he needs by being able to meet Jamie’s needs

And we never got to see it come to it’s inevitable and obvious conclusion and I’ll never get over it.

[lucienarcheron]

“it’s just a ship.”

“he’s just a side character.”

[thequeenofsarcaasm]

Gojo went from Twink to Himbo just to get sliced like ham on the death anniversary of his ex bf who he never even really dated

Talk about wasted potential

[grenue]

Oh yeah, here are some sketches.

The Eclipse Triplets AU belongs to @beeshoesometimesdraws, and “Robot Sentience” is simply mine-

Have a good day.

[jegulusofwesper]

AHHHHHH THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM

JESPER MAKING WYLAN A KEY

THEM LIVING TOGETHER

I JUST

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[indybob]

Does anybody know what level of hyperfixation it is when you start dreaming about hangster?? Asking for a friend…😅

[i-am-a-fan]

It won’t happen, but can you imagine knowing how the macaque vs wukong went down? Seeing it happen in season 5?

just picture it.

It all just being a horrible miscommunication and Macaque losing his life over it? Knowing for once and for all as to who started the argument?

The act of losing an eye is extremely gory itself, i really don’t know how flying bark studio is going to pull it off.

[bunnygirl678]

I call this page,

meeting doodles, bunny distracts herself to keep from yelling at people

Low quality fucking around, lol. See also the ‘fuck yourself ❤️’ that was to keep from saying that to someone

Be ready for more of these lmao

[dark-elf-writes]

Okay so Tokodeku totally fit the Persephone archetype for me. Izuku is spring coded and looks so cute and fluffy and innocent but is actually feral and will make dumbass decisions and is just fascinated by everything. And Fumi looks like the night and is so consumed by darkness but is honestly such a cutie pie and is just sooooo whipped for his sunshine partner.

Ancient history had always fascinated him.

Tales of heroes and monsters. Of tragedy and triumph. Of gods and their lives. They had always fascinated him in a way that more recent ideas and cultures never had.

(Stories where a boy with a bird head wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility. Stories where even in tragedy there was a lesson. Stories where even the shadows didn’t have to be monsters. Was it ever really a surprise that he had fallen so desperately in love with them?)

His favorite myth was of a lonely king of the dead and his springtime queen.

To the uninitiated it was a tragedy, the evil lord of darkness who stole her away from her flowers and sunshine and tricked her into a trap to keep her at his side for half of the year. An eternal punishment doled our every six months for the rest of time. A tyrant and his stolen bride ruling over hell with an iron fist.

Others, though, had the truth of it. The truth that he had always felt deep in his chest.

The girl, a queen without Kingdom, with fire in her heart and flowers in her hair, had captivated the king, yes, but it had been her that asked to be taken. Demanded it even with her spring sweet smile and steel in her spine. A sword etched with flowers, beautiful and deadly. She had swept into the king’s life, his heart, and made a home for herself there, had eaten the fruits of Hell with a loving grin and eyes filled with promise. A queen to rule his kingdom. The true power in hell falling on sun-kissed skin and a laugh like the first spring breeze.

(Everyone forgot that spring also brought the storms. Viscous things that left blood and dust in their wake. Cherry blossom scented death carried out with equal amounts beauty and horror.)

Fumikage thought he understood that old king of shadows and dead. Thought he knew what it was like to be swept up by a beautiful storm of his own.

“Fumi!” Izuku laughed in the rain, soaked green curls plastered to their face as they turned back to smile at him and their once flowing green dress clinging to every dip and curve of them. Temptation. The wild joy of spring hiding the fury behind sweet smiles and pretty laughs. They held a hand out to him where he was lurking in the doorway where it was dry watching them dance, barefoot in the warm rain.

He didn’t even think before he was moving, black shirt and jeans getting soaked in an instant as he stepped into the downpour and took their hand. Feathers slicked down with the weight of the water and shirt already clinging to his chest as they pulled themself close to him with a giggle full of mischievous delight.

“Dance with me,” They commanded, eyes dancing with delight. The true ruler of his heart.

Fumikage pulled them close, wet skin and soaked fabric under his fingers as he moved his other arm to their waist. “It would be my pleasure.”

His springtime lover, beautiful and awe inspiring in equal parts, tipped their head back to the sky and laughed into the storm as the two of them began to dance.

[druidmilk]

⚠️This could count as s4 spoilers ⚠️

I didn’t think it needed the end of that sentence

[lighthousecocaptains]

STOP IT WASNT A LETTER HES TELLING HIM THAT HE LOVES EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM THAT HE LOVES BEING NEAR HIM I CANT

[echovale052]

thoughts on castles' new audio???

Rosie is my favorite, she’s so everywhere and I love her for her forgetful anxiousness bc me too. But in all seriousness I think the other intern she meant was her own experience interning at a place for her telepath education. If not WHOMST??

[thequeenofsarcaasm]

Everything about Geto screams Red velvet. Technically, it’s a chocolate cake but it’s abnormal. It’s red. Why is a chocolate cake red?

Gojo gives strawberry shortcake: a timeless classic that only the real connoisseurs can fully appreciate for what it truly is. Everything is in the cream’s pas-de-deux with the cake. Far too many people only focus on the strawberries.