#idk where I’m going with this

[forgetful-nerd]

TOTTMNT! Leo, internally panicking: oh god these other Leo’s………they’re so cool and skilled and confident. I hope they like me. I need them to like me. Please don’t hate me. I need their approval. pLEASE LIKE ME—

Literally The Dorkiest MFers ever:

[specific-dreamer]

mmm i’m thinking up an au where paul still harbors feelings for darry despite them being broken up and a summer fling at best. they’ve never actually met each others family so the curtis’ and co don’t know paul; everything they know about the others family is from the grapevine or stories they tell (which is to say paul could point out all of darry’s friends/family from a line up bc darry’s a chronic oversharer)

i digress. one day pauls out and he sees a kid getting jumped paul sees. at first he was just going to keep driving until he got a good glimpse at the kid and realized they look a lot like that pony kid darry use to tell him about and if he squinted he could even see hints of darry in him.

and he really ought not help, he especially shouldn’t be helping some greaser. but if he helps the kid, if he gets in close and pretends he really cares about the kid, there’s a chance he could win darry over again. because darry loves his siblings so what better way to win him over than helping his them ? so purely out of selfish desire does he help pony.

BUT weeks- nay months pass by and paul actually finds himself genuinely caring about pony. like he starts to think of pony as a little brother almost on the same level as he does bob. and he has yet to even see darry again

[inoreuct]

thinking about zosan where zoro still calls sanji cook, but it rankles him to no end because (no offence to cooks, now) he is a chef. he has sweat, bled and cried for the right to call himself that. he has the burns and the scars and the skills to prove it.

but eventually he gets used to it; after a while it wears like a well-used sweater. it’s just another annoying name in the arsenal zoro has for him.

and then. one day, after they’ve been sailing together for a while, they’re in the galley and sanji absentmindedly asks zoro to do something and he answers with a “yes, chef” and sanji freezes.

he straightens. turns around. stares at zoro until the swordsman feels it and looks back, and sanji blinks. “you called me chef.”

and zoro, the bastard, has the audacity to shrug like it’s no big deal. “you are a chef. what’s the problem?”

“there’s—” sanji pauses. takes a fortifying breath and tries to stomp down on the bloom of warmth beneath his sternum. “—no problem. there’s no problem. i want those onions in rings in two minutes.”

“yes, chef,” zoro repeats teasingly, flipping the knife in his hand and getting to work, and sanji stares into the pot he’s stirring on the stove for longer that he’d like to admit.

zoro’s so blasé about the whole thing, he wonders if he’s being fucked with— but the strangely affectionate hip check he gets says otherwise, as do the knuckles scrubbed into the top of his head as they finish up dinner.

from then on, he’s chef.

(but would sanji be insane if he said that he missed being called cook?)

[bikananjarrus]

something something poseidon can’t speak about sally, can’t say her name or percy’s (names have power after all). he barely dares to even think about her or percy during waking hours, for fear that one of the other gods or monsters will sense where his thoughts stray. and yet…he dreams about her, about percy. the gods have thousands of years of memories to dream about, and he dreams about them.

[mlmshark]

Yeah backseat driving is annoying but have you ever had someone backseat cook? Insufferable

[astronomodome]

do you think it is possible not only to mumble rap but to mumble rap and STILL be the best there is. like is that even possible. rendog

[neutron-stars-collision]

I’ve absolutely no idea why but the little bit in ep 5 where Colin knocks on the carriage roof to make them stop for the Queen’s missive is incredibly hot.

It might be the post-sex glow but still. Damn.

[whenthegoldrays]

The thing that drives me crazy about Henry Crawford is that he almost made it. He almost changed. A bit more restraint, a little more core morality, and his life could’ve been so different. Everything could’ve been so different.

[rooksspite]

ok sure lucanis can have his stupid little cot in the pantry with the excuse of it being the ideal spot for an assassin and being close to the coffee

but i can’t imagine how awkward it is for the other companions to get used to it at first. you’re trying to cook and find something in the pantry but now your stressed because there’s an assassin, the demon that was forced upon him and like 15 baskets full of coffee beans. right. there.

do you ignore him? if you forget something and have to go back into the pantry to grab it do you greet him again?

personally i’m the type of person that hates it when someone is in the kitchen when i’m cooking and this has been something on my mind since i recruited lucanis in my first playthrough

[kuwanxs]

Sukugo college rivals AU where both of them are lowkey himbos in their own way and keep headbutting each other over random shit. Then halfway through second sem Satoru starts flirting with Sukuna because their banter so far has been kinda homoerotic so he might as well take a chance and Sukuna who is kinda thrown off??? because wth???

[local-maenad]

Ngl I’ve been thinking about how I kind of love the dynamic of Gorgug and Riz. Like they feel like each other’s opposites in a way? Gorgug is a gentle giant, he’s not known for his intelligence but his heart. That being said, when the time comes for it, he can be mean. Or as someone said “a bit of a cunt”. However Riz is known to be intelligent and calculating. And kind of mean. But when it comes down to it, he is a very loving character.

They are also treated similarly in Freshmen year. That being how they are both bullied by the “popular kids”. This leading to both Fabian and Fig making sure they are not seen together in order for their whole plan to work.

[winnerkirkwood]

one thing that i really like even though it’s kind of silly is how just-some-guy most of the indycar drivers are. like kyle looks like the kid next door growing up. colton looks like every artsy music kid you’ll ever meet. will power could drop his kid off to school and no one would blink. like i feel like the fact that most of the drivers seem like people you could meet and know makes the whole series seem more grounded (as someone who gets put off by the separation/aloofness some celebrities seem to have)

[gallopinggallifreyans]

There were some young fellas on the train home last night all trying to give their friend advice on his girlfriend (who sounds like absolute shit, btw), and they’re all telling him to dump her and leave it at that and I have never heard a group of guys be so open and vulnerable about the dumb shit they’ve done to learn their lessons. And there was a moment where you could feel the braincell leaving and they all started acting silly and whimsical

[fistfuloflightning]

With Wei Wuxian trapped in the Cold Springs and fearing the Lan elders hunting him, Lan Sizhui ran deeper in the mountains of the Cloud Recesses.

The cloud folk followed close behind, their presence like cold air to his senses. Soon they had driven him against a wall of stone, thousands of written lines carved deep into its skin. At the edge of his vision, he saw them move, writhe as if trying to reach for him.

The bearded Lan elder pressed him closer to that wall. “You cannot hurt me,” he exclaimed, holding Bichen up to the light. “I am of Lan Wangji’s blood, I am her son. I am Lan Sizhui.”

“We know none by that name,” the elder said once more, repeating what he had said when Lan Sizhui had first arrived. But this time, instead of turning him away from the gates, the elder drew his sword.

In a moment, clouds had drifted between them, obscuring him from their view. He stumbled back towards the stone wall. But curling tendrils wrapped around him, guiding him away from the carved lines that reached for him. To his surprise, he discovered the cloud nearest him was drifting apart. But before he could fear his cover vanishing, he saw how the scraps of white leapt and twisted about him with life of their own.

Cloud rabbits, Lan Sizhui recognized with, swift and wary. Their heads turned and their ears rose, pointing him away from the cloud-shrouded Lans and to a crack in the stone wall he had not seen. It ran from top to bottom, as though struck by a furious hand. And in that crack lay the narrowest path up.

A cloud rabbit leapt before him and onto the first step before regarding him with silent eyes.

He remembered his mother would summon them, in the early morning when the mist hung over his father’s river. Jiang Cheng would send ripples of water to make the clouds eddy, his laughter echoed in the rush of the currents. With a smile, Lan Wangji would merely make her rabbits faster and more agile. But Lan Sizhui had never seen them among the cloudy peaks they had been born from.

Even now she was protecting him in the only way she could. He tightened his grip around Bichen and followed where the rabbits led.

[lethalmissamerica]

actually now that I think about it I like cooper and Lucy as siblings

[the-adventures-of-dave]

Cat groups on Facebook are such a trip. On one hand you get people who are like “This is my cat, he is a SNOWSHOE and I found him as a kitten abandoned behind Home Depot!” And when asked why they think it’s a snowshoe they’re like “he has a single white toe and loves people” as if that doesn’t describe like 80% of cats on earth.

And on the other hand you get people who are like “this is my tabby Barbra” and Barbra looks like this