#im considering arson

[slimylittlemaggot]

Oh no

My roommate has a guy over

[funsizedcrow]

People love to talk about how much arson wild does and thats fun but also lets remember that in twilight princess in order to progress the game you do have to set a building full of bombs on fire. and it does explode.

[darewolfcreates]

WIZARD BABYYYY!!!!

[farolero-posting]

Rue in OneShot: the simulation was never meant to put Niko in danger

Also the simulation: hey, Niko, you gotta use an alcohol-drenched branch and put it on the electrified TV, we need to make fire. Ok, now go to the crusher machine, put the pipe in there, but be careful. Remember to pick up the gas mask for the toxic fumes around the very tight cliffs and start making acid with said toxic gas, got it? We left some incomplete instructions somewhere and gloves, don't worry God can figure out the rest for you.

The Glen: nothing too bad.

The simulation again: hey Niko, You're gonna fix an elevator from stuff you can find at home! This is totally safe, don't worry, it's connected by magnets! At least you can't get shocked from it unlike the power generators. Do you wanna learn to commit a crime? Let's try identity fraud, nothing too bad. You can use glitter if you want.

[aroacettorney]

dont mind me. im simply just putting together a ludgercasey angst collection.

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[unlikelywrestlingfan]

Apparently the correct response to deeply sweet, caring, and romantic fanfic content is not "I need to commit arson"

[mx-paint]

I hate modern technology so fucking much have I ever said that because it's true

[burnin-hot]

Alright, I'm breaking the spirit of the blog by not keeping things in tags, but what I have to say won't fit in the tags :P

Putting this under a cut because it is long.

I want to preface this by saying this---Honestly? Go nuts, show nuts, whatever. Muslims are not a monolith; not every single one you come across will be, like... really adhering to the thing. I know muslims who drink. I know muslims who smoke weed. I know muslims who pet and feed stray dogs; a friend of mine's dad apparently knows a guy who actively kept them as pets. Frankly, it'd be cool to see an atheist or otherwise nonreligious character who was raised muslim, for a change.

Islam, like Christianity, has branches, the two major ones being Sunni and Shi'a. I don't know much about the latter, so I'll be talking about the former.

Within Sunni Islam, there's four major schools of thoughts, called mazhabs. Different places adhere to different mazhabs, so when making a muslim character, you'd probably want to dig around on where follows what, and work accordingly. I'm only familiar with one mazhab--the Shafi'i mazhab--so what I'll say will be in accordance to what's practised by that mazhab.

If you're writing a "proper" but casual muslim, then... just stick to the basics, I guess?

No drinking alcohol or eating pork unless absolutely necessary, i.e. there's nothing else available to eat or not doing so may cause harm. So, if the story you're writing deals with religious discrimination, you can write your character eating pork and drinking booze in order to blend in and not draw attention to themselves.

Watch the aurat. For men (and women among other women), it's from the belly button to the knees. For women, generally it's everywhere except the face and the hands up to the wrist. As shown by the "women among other women" thing, it does change according to circumstance, but I'm not going to list them out one by one. Covering the aurat will become a must after your character reaches baligh, a.k.a maturity, which is marked by them experiencing menarche or a wet dream wherein sperm is released.

There are five mandatory prayers a day. You should probably look up what the prayer times would be for the setting your character's in---but if it's in, like... a fantasy setting, a guideline would be: Subuh around dawn (but before sunrise), Zohor around midday, Asar in the late afternoon, Maghrib in the evening, and Isya' is... like, an hour or so after Maghrib (so... early nighttime?).

Friday Zohor prayers are bit special, and start a bit earlier, because there's a sermon before the actual prayers. For men, it's mandatory, and because it's done en masse, they have to go to the mosque on that day---unless they have a big enough congregation (I think at least 20 people?) to do it where they're at. Women can opt in or out, thus just doing normal Zohor prayers.

God is pretty forgiving when it comes to performing the prayers, so there are accommodations available for certain circumstances. Your character will be travelling long distances, and will find it hard or impossible to stop often enough for the prayers? Jama' and qasar. They can't stand for long periods of time (or at all)? There are guidelines on how to pray sitting or lying down. I think there's also guidelines on how to pray should one be unable to find the qiblat (which may or may not just be "pick a direction; it's the intent that matters"). If they accidentally miss a prayer, they can also "repay" it (qada').

Ramadhan is, as we know, fasting month. A muslim character would wake before Subuh prayers for sahur, which just means eating something before Subuh begins---or maybe they won't. It isn't mandatory. Once Subuh starts, fasting also starts, and it lasts until Maghrib.

Maghrib marks the start of a new Hijriah date. So, if your character were to perform Tarawih prayers (which I'll talk about in a bit), they would do it on the night before the first day of fasting up until the night of the second last day of fasting.

If there were days on Ramadhan that a character couldn't fast, they'd repay those after the fact by fasting on some other day that isn't during Ramadhan or any of the days that you can't fast on. I can't remember what those days are, so just google it; at least the first day of Syawal--the month after Ramadhan, therefore the day of Aidilfitri--is definitely one, though.

As always, there's a bit of wiggle room for certain circumstances. If your character is cooking for fast-breaking, they can taste their cooking a little bit to test if it's good. I don't remember how much exactly is "a little bit", so... dig around on that, I guess.

Important to note that "fasting" isn't just refraining from eating food. Fasting includes abstaining from sexual acts as well (among other things; I think it's safe to say it's abstaining from temptation in general?), so your character wouldn't be able to have sex while they fast.

On the topic of sex, I'm pretty sure there's a specific shower your character(s) would have to do after they have sex (but before doing holy stuff). Where I'm from we call it "mandatory shower", but Wiki says the proper term is ghusl.

People on their period can't pray, fast, or touch any holy stuff (Qur'an, Yaasin booklets, etc.). If your character was on their period and it ended, they also have to perform ghusl.

For more devout muslims, they may do things that are sunat. This means they're not mandatory, but recommended to do. Sunat prayers I can remember off the top of my head: tahajjud prayer, one where you get up in the middle of the night and pray; witir prayer, an after-prayer prayer, to close off the day's prayers; and finally, tarawih prayer, the one that I mentioned earlier. It's a special sunat prayer only done during Ramadhan.

There are also other non-prayer sunat practices. The sahur I mentioned earlier is one of them. Your character might recite the Yaasin on Thursday nights. They might read the Qur'an in general between prayers (especially between Maghrib and Isya', since the down time between them is so short). They may fast on Mondays and Thursdays outside of Ramadhan. The list goes on and on.

You get... good points... for doing these things. Uh. I don't know how to explain the concept of pahala in English, but it's basically that: good points for doing good things.

If your character is someone who has gone on Haji (the mandatory pilgrimage to Mecca), they may be referred to by the title Haji (for men) or Hajjah (for women). I don't know if there's a non-binary equivalent, or if either of those can be used in a non-binary way.

And to take a couple from Rick Riordan's Samirah al-Abbas:

If your setting has gods or godlike entities, it might be worth it to examine how your character would view these entities with regards to their own religious beliefs.

In the end, how your character practises their religion depends on them. They may follow what they learnt to a T. They may deviate or build upon what they were taught. Hell, they may even abandon parts of it completely. It's their choice. For example, Samirah takes her hijab off around Magnus and Co. When asked why, she explains that she considers them like family to her, thus she believes she could do so around them. As far as I'm aware, that isn't really a thing, but it's her way of interpreting the faith and its guidelines. Therefore, in my opinion, no one can or should stop her.

Uh... I think that's all the things that would be relevant in terms of writing a muslim character. If you reached this point, congratulations! And thanks. It took me, like, Five Fucking Hours to write this LMAO

reblog and put in the tags things a writer should keep in mind when writing muslim characters

[tales-from-elysivm]

Jinx x f!reader and their first kiss, date, time, fight, all that couple stuff short little pieces of girlies being cute

★。／ get jinxed ＼。★

pairing: jinx x f!reader

fandom: arcane

word count: 1,612

tw: canon typical swearing/slang, some light spoiler warnings, and some suggestive/NSFW content! MDNI!

notes: this is a fic i am really excited for! Thank you again for the request anon! It was really fun to write, and i got through it pretty quickly to be perfectly honest because of that haha. Not proofread because im tired, and i have no shame :D enjoy!

! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !

➼ first date with jinx 

You worked under Silco delivering shimmer across Zaun. Of course, you knew you shouldn’t have been doing this, it could get you arrested without question and you’d find yourself in Stillwater. But it paid well, and working so closely with the Eye of Zaun meant you didn’t have to worry as much about danger in Zaun. People saw you as a god-send, you gave them their weekly hit, if anything, the danger made them respect you. 

It was during this time that you met Jinx, while picking up your next delivery of shimmer from Silco’s warehouse. She had been there to speak with him privately about some arson issue that happened in Piltover. You had heard briefly about a lanky, blue-haired girl that would build bombs in the open space beneath the warehouse, but it was rare that anyone had ever seen her. But you managed. Somehow.

She intercepts you on your trade route, setting bombs off in the street just across from one of your clients. Jinx claims to recognise you from skulking around the warehouse. And at some point her chaotic energy and her strange inability to sit still seems to lull you into some sense of security. She’s just the perfect idea of unpredictability that you needed in your otherwise boring Zaunite lifestyle. (Though you were very lucky, all things considered.)

Your first date is a simple diner one. At first, you didn’t even know it was a date, just that she wanted to do something fun with you. She takes you in to meet her favourite bartender Chuck, who seems to almost slink beneath the counter when she drags you in. I feel like Jinx would give you a little monkey bomb as a gift for your first date - though it isn’t set, it’s pretty harmless. Other than that she bombards you with strange bursts of Jinx-aligned humour, and rambles at length about her various inventions, promising to take you down to her workshop to show you everything, while tightly gripping your fingers with chipped blue nails. 

And something in those bright, blue eyes makes you think that maybe this unpredictability could be quite fun. 

‘Don’t ya get bored frownin’ like that?’ jinx drums her nails on her glass, the clinking echoing throughout the empty bar. It was quite odd, you reckon, for it to be this quiet, but maybe its just jinx. 

In her own way of trying to get a smile out of you she starts spouting some random jokes. Tries telling her own funny stories. They all mostly revolve around bombs or explosive presentations she’s organised at piltover events. Mainly the absurdity of it all gets a laugh out of you, or you just smile at the giddy, child-like happiness you see in her eyes. Something that seems so pure (ignoring the fact that she’s probably an arsonist and on several watchlists)

‘There ya go!’ she cheers, grabbing onto your hands and interlacing your fingers. You think maybe you should paint your nails too to match her, see if it makes her happy. ‘You look so much prettier with a smile, trinket’

➼ first kiss with jinx 

It was after your third or fourth date that you ended up spending your free time in the warehouse. Jinx begins showing you all the new inventions she’s making, and all her designs for cartoony monkey bombs, you even help her draw out a few, including a cutesy little cat one that she isn’t as fond of, but she still makes one for you. 

Most of your relationship consists of Jinx making you little trinkets, like keychains, safe bombs, little bracelets and rings, and strange, misshapen sculptures made of leftover metal pieces. 

She loves you, in a very Jinx-way. She’s touchy but never very pushy. Long hugs, cuddles on a couch that she has balancing on a metal propellor in her warehouse, letting you braid her hair when she’s tired (please brush her hair, she will melt, and she needs some softness), holding hands in Zaun or dragging you to her private meetings with Silco. Whether you like it or not, you have the Eye of Zaun as an adopted father figure now. He isn’t quite sure what to think about it either. 

It is one of those cuddle sessions, after she is plagued by the voices that taunt her, that you end up just holding her face into your neck and sitting with her. These are the most important to her, like she can feel safe for once. 

‘Thank ya toots,’ she curls around you, straddling your lap and looking down on you with an innocent pout on her face. You don’t have to ask what she’s thanking you for, this has become a pretty regular occurrence. 

In her moment of calmed silence, you untie one of her braids and begin to brush through her long, blue locks with your fingers. She immediately melts into your hands, leaning forward to lean into your chest, gazing up at you. 

‘I feel like ya deserve somethin,’ she says absently, tapping her chin with one nail. Then a mischievous smile crosses her lips. ‘C’mere!’

She eagerly grabs your cheeks, barely giving you a second to register what’s happening before she smushes your faces together. Her lips are chapped, but her kiss is so enthusiastic that you have to take a moment before returning it. Your hand grips her hair in between tight fingers. 

The rest of your cuddle sesh is spent with soft, hurried kisses.

➼ first fight with jinx 

You don’t often fight with Jinx, you don’t like to yell at her or be upset, and watch her usually gleeful expression drop into that of a kicked puppy. But you were worried about her this time. 

She had gone up to piltover against Silco’s wishes again, most likely to stir up trouble, so he decided to send you after her to drag her back to Zaun. When you had gotten there however, you found only the debris of her explosions, the spraypaint she loved, clouds of coloured smoke, and guards everywhere. 

And no Jinx.

No sign of her or where she could be, you had no choice but to return to Zaun before you got dragged into the oncoming investigation, empty-handed. You spend the rest of the day worrying over where she might be in her workshop, sitting with your head in your hands on the couch. Is she hurt? Captured? She could be dead for all you know.

So when she shows up again, seemingly ignorant to how long she has been gone or the stress she has caused, you can’t help but raise your voice, crying about how you had expected the worst. You scream back and forth for a bit before she leaves you to burn off her energy.

‘Hey trinket,’ the door to her warehouse screeches open, and she stands in the entrance, looking at you as you sit on the couch, barely even looking at her. ‘Ya still mad at me?’

She sighs when she doesn’t get a response, coming close to wipe at the dried tear-stains on your cheeks, setting down her tools and her guns to favour your face between her hands. Jinx makes sure you can see only her.

‘I’m sorry i vanished, i didnt mean to scare ya, honest.’ she pulls you down to lean into her shoulder, still stroking your cheeks with her fingers. ‘Can ya forgive me, trinket? I’ll make it up to ya, i promise.’

Jinx cuddles with you on the couch for the rest of the day, showering you in kisses at your request. Safe to say, you can’t stay mad at her for very long at all.

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➼ first time with jinx 

Jinx has always loved touching you, whether it’s a hand on your knee, an arm around your shoulder, or a hug from behind. She just loves to be close to you. But when you begin talking about the idea of sex with her she immediately jumps on the idea (and probably jumps on you as soon as you bring it up, you only barely manage to drag her somewhere private)

She’s an enthusiastic lover in all things, of course. Fucking you isn’t going to be any different. But she’s gentle the first time, despite it all, she doesn’t really know what she’s doing, i don’t think Silco really prepared her for intimate relationships. 

But still, having sex with Jinx is amusing, its not serious, always cracking little jokes or tickling each other and finding little ways to be comfortable with the process. You can’t really find it in you to be nervous. 

She’d start slowly with you though, if you wanted, just to make you comfortable <3 

‘God trinket, ya look s’ pretty like this for me,’ she’s already slightly breathless, skirting her hands and dragging her chipped nails over your ribs. She lays you down on the couch in her warehouse, sitting between your thighs, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.

‘Ya feel alright?’ she checks in occasionally, just to be sure. 

But she lets her hands wander at the same time, she can tell you aren’t going to say no just by the look in your eyes, urging her to continue. She lets her hands travel over your stomach and down in between your thighs, but she doesn’t hurry where you need her. No, she prefers to tease you. Just a little bit to get you squirming. 

When she does finally reach your core, dipping her fingers in between your folds, does she finally let up and give you what you want.

[galaxy-lilies]

FINISHED THE HOTGUY ZINE AND AAAAAAAAH /POS

okay im going to put my thoughts under the cut cause OUGH this is going to be a long post LMAO

FIRST OFF can i just say how amazing and incredible the folk who organized the whole event are, they deserve absolute kudos

AND ANOTHER FIRST OFF: SHOUTOUT TO ALL THE LOVELY WRITERS, ARTISTS, EDITORS, ETC. WHO CONTRIBUTED YALL ARE INCREDIBLE

okay okay finally into the recap that was an amazing 3 and a half hours of my life

Pages 1-103:

When I first saw the heads up about how the zine was interconnected and skipping any part would potentially lead to some plot i was immediately intrigued then i was immediately hit with the other realization of "410 PAGES???? HELLO????"

the first comic was so fucking cute OMG LIZZIE'S DESIGN WAS SO CUTE AND THE SILLY SLIDESHOW HUMOR BETWEEN JOEL, SCAR, AND LIZZIE

"hold on let me make some edits-" "no let ME make some edits-"

the artstyle changing based on who was editing what, Joel just trying to support his wife, Scar purposely mishearing "cats" as "cash" absolute hilarity how i heart them all so

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AND THEN WE GET HIT WITH THE DOODY ART OOOOH MY DAYS CUTEGUY AND HOTGUY MEETING FOR THE FIRST TIME AAAAAAH

Grian rocking the cloak, Scar just absolutely confuzzled: THEYRE SOOOO *shakes them*

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and the shenanigans between Ren, Scar, and BDubs oh my god AND THE ON GOING BIT ABOUT HOW "if anyone says hotguy it immediately turns into the logo" it never fails to make me laugh

the early days of the mutation, the proposal of the union, PEARL'S LITTLE >:3c as she pressed publish OUGH

and the trail of petals grian left behind as he considered hotguy's proposal just *splat* i literally ate up all the art and the fics and the silly silly edits in this zine THEY WORLD BUILDING IS AMAZING

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speaking of world building: MUMBLR??? HELLOOOOOOO

THE ANON'S HAVING SILLY MUSTACHES BY DEFAULT

THE RANTING IN THE TAGS

THE MEMES

now i need to know, what does old mumblr *checks notes* teal? green? look like

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(at this point it was around 8 PM but after a long day i was already reaching the point of eepyness and i thought "surely i can finish reading the hOTGuY zine in one sitting!" spoiler alert: i did not)

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immediately when i saw the G Team comic i was reminded of the council of Grians LMAO Grian being the absolute chaotic one man band as he tries to collect all this evidence, the readers seeing Scar's means of transportation for the first time, and then *vine boom* SCULK

also ARIANA GRIANDE THE BELOVED HOW I HEART HER SOOOOOOOO i love all of the grians featured here, and the fact that permit office grian managed to make a silly appearance AND his permit shenanigans working in his favor- hE EVEN HAS THE "please hold." MUSIC- iconic i tell you, iconic

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I absolutely exploded into a million pieces seeing tibby's art then exploded again because "i can't see the end of the horizon...CUBFAN135- IS THAT YOU??!!?"

seeing the sculk snail follow behind scar idly, the fact that grian's only lead is cub ordering pizza like of all leads. but to be fair it does fit both of them LMAO

i am eating the sculk texturing btw it's very very tasty uwu

it's the fact that both of them turned to each other to yell "ARSON" like of course theyre at the ready to light things on fire

BUT THEN THIS PANEL

cub just over scar's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the match already out of grian's hand, the sculk snail also there to witness the chaos that is about to ensue *chefs kiss* poetic cinema

also i would buy this shirt

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oh my gods the emails, the emails were so fucking funny i- KJSDFHDSJK

BDubs immediately trying to screen Cub out and Cub just continuing his shenanigans unperturbed, grian at his wits end trying to contact scar but of course scar is busy and cub just assumes it's some impersonation account until further notice, TGC trying to contact them but once again Mr. Fan135 Does Not Give A Fuck and he lives to cause mild annoyances and chaos, what a guy LMAO

their littol email icons are so cute, when i saw pearl's i was like "WAH PUPPERRRR"

i havent seen many email-format type beat story telling before so this was an absolute joy to explore the story through pearl's detailed emails, grian's panicked typing (how was mans typing and sending so quickly with 365+ lazer eyed chickens chasing him like a mad man + a green gob- i mean goatman), and both bdubs' and cub's concern and nonchalance. not to mention bdubs just nodding along and going "well cub you have proven yourself...and uh- added a totally not a virus to scar's phone- BUT you have proven yourself...." absolute sillies, absolutely iconic

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THE TWITTER BEEF HAD ME CACKLING OH MY GOD THE QUOTE RETWEETS i would pay good money to see that in real time oh my god

mumblr user hermitopia-explained you will always be famous

okay i'll admit it i was distracted by the scitties- BUT the social media handles and names being remade into hermit puns and the fact he's chilling on mending beach I CAN'T

AND OUR ETERNAL QUEEN JELLIE i literally let out a small squeal looking at her she is sO *gently holds her*

birthday gorl getting absolutely spoiled, as she deserves

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scar finding a cloak just to do the sailor moon meme: iconic, showstopping, one of a kind, amazing, talented- i love these two idiots

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and as a heads up i'm going to try and separate these into about 100 pages each! so expect the next reblog soon

[matryoshkalex]

tmaynt day 13!!! best donnies <3

the donnies!!! i was looking for a chaotic reference and was going to do a different meme but couldnt stop imagining them in this one. you KNOW that if the donnies got together they would only cause absolute chaos, maybe world domination, definitely arson.

also i totally considered adding 2007 but i didnt know where to put him and also im tired lol. but dont get me wrong i love 2007 don

tmaynt masterpost

og meme ref under cut!

[oldfashionedbutlervibes]

Oilver Swift Headcanons Because Im Horridly Forgetful<3

Relationship;

—Okay, too start off he is the most supportive dork you will ever meet

—loves you more than anything-

—He actually has like four brain cells are three of them are specifically for remembering your anniversary

—He takes you to the damn cinema so excitedly like he doesn’t work there-

— gets you a discount on drinks whenever you go

— he also flirts..well, attempts too-

—HE. FUCKING. GIGGLES. AND. TUCKS. IMAGINARY. HAIR. BEHIND. HIS. EAR WHENEVER YOU FLIRT BACK

— god hes chaotic as fuck too-

—if y’all even consider marriage Gingi has to be best man-

Overall a 900/10 relationship<3 :DD

Friendship;

—y’all are getting up to absolute NONSENSE together-

—hes so fun, he just bounces around commits arson and gets high all in one day with you trailing behind him either encouraging his chimp-like behavior or desperately trying to calm him down-

—PLEASE PRAISE HIM FOR DOING BASIC TASKS- he has a very bruise-able ego!!

—So you know how dogman told us how exactly phones kiss? Like, gentle face mashing? He practiced with you-. 10000% yes he did-

—start a book club with him he’ll be your biggest fan and you two can read Dostoyevsky together or sum-

—HE TEXTS IN ALL CAPS WITH ABSOLUTELY NO PUNCTUATION OR GRAMMAR

9/10 friendship in general! (One point docked if you don’t match fez’s with him, then he’ll ghost you and cry in Randy’s dumpster for half an hour)

General;

—…here me out, man’s got pec’s to feed a village. (I’m a good person I promise.)

—Hes a veeeeeery physical touch oriented guy, literally has his arm around someone 24/7

—addicted to Mountain Dew, it’s chronic at this point

—hes a very talented painter, probably only paints the lewdest things imaginable but still, it’s something!

— he makes his bed a very specific way and actually beams whenever someone compliments it

—he has a collection of classic literature and poetry that he will rant about upon asking

—Jerry’s adhd son- Oliver has Jerry on speed dial incase he tries doing something strenuous and or stupid- (yes I realize how odd that speed dial part sounds upon reading it over)

— Owns over eight flannels for different ocassions-

—…….hes very experienced in the lewd activities some of you’d like to partake him don’t ask me how I know-

Overall, If you can’t tell I loveeee this silly little moron- (apologies once again for this taking so long once again, I appreciate all of your support so very much- please, send me a request if you’d like more-) (it also wouldn’t let me add the photo at the top AAA tumblr how darent you-)

(Update: OH. MY. GOD??? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT I LOVE EVERYONE OF YOU-)

[emeraldart]

I got bored so woe, incorrect quotes be upon ye (some Michael x Charlie, CC is named Cassidy)

long post ahead

Michael: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up. Charlie: Oh no. Michael: More like "oh yes!"

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Michael: Okay, who's turn is it to give the pep talk? Elizabeth: It's Charlie's turn. Charlie: Don't die. Elizabeth, wiping a tear away: Truly inspirational.

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Michael: Kill me nowwwww. Charlie: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.

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Elizabeth: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Charlie: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

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Cassidy: You know, people treat me like a god. Michael: How? Cassidy: They ignore my existence unless they need something.

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Charlie: Fight me! Michael: gets on one knee and pulls out a ring Michael: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

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Michael: Well, remember when Charlie made a romantic dinner for me? Cassidy: Michael, they microwaved you a pizza.

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Cassidy: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me. Elizabeth: But did I make you cry? Cassidy: cries on the spot Elizabeth: …Shit.

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Elizabeth: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? Michael: What the hell!? Elizabeth: Oh, sorry, my bad. Elizabeth, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? Michael, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

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Charlie: Michael, we need that! Michael, holding Elizabeth over a trash can: Nope. Charlie: Gimme it— Michael: It’s garbage.

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Cassidy: we could make a boys club! Charlie: Im non-binary. Cassidy: Cassidy: Anti-girls club.

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Elizabeth: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Michael? Michael: Cassidy, easily. Cassidy, laughing: What the fuck, man. Michael: Well, Charlie would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Charlie, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

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Michael: banging a pen on the table out of frustration Charlie: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Michael: I— Michael: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

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Michael: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it. Elizabeth: …I was hungry.

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Elizabeth: Did you win? Or just not die? Elizabeth: Either way, hooray. Michael: …Is "no" a valid answer? Elizabeth: The hooray is redacted and you frighten me.

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Elizabeth: Cassidy! I thought you were dead! Cassidy: No, just in deep cover. Elizabeth: …But it was an open casket. Cassidy: It was very deep.

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Elizabeth: Go ahead, Michael. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry. Cassidy: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

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Charlie: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Michael: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

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At a speed dating event Michael: Oh wow, people are really shallow. Charlie: Consider it a background check. For example: Do you have a death certificate? Michael: Checks their pulse Sorry, not yet. Charlie: Good, I'm not fucking a ghost again.

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Cassidy: ARE YOU- Michael: Fucking. Cassidy: KIDDING ME?! YOU- Michael: Fucking. Cassidy: IDIOT! Elizabeth: …What was that? Michael: Charlie banned Cassidy from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

[corruptedhyena]

hello to the like 3 people who have been waiting for Bindertales

im so sorry, the next 2 pages are done dw but it's in progress ;w;

in the meantime HELLO NEIGHBOR AGAIN IM SO SORRY the new episodes are making me scream again so please give me a moment to share some doodles whilst i share my thoughts.

SEASON 2 SPOILERS INCOMING!!

firstly, my favorite part of the series: Trinity and Nicky's friendship! i'm really not a fan of romance plots so i ADORE that they aren't trying anything with these two, just leaving it to mosty one-sided Enzo.

so, when the teasers showed an almost direct parallel of Nicky leading Trinity into Peterson's house by giving us a shot of Trinity leading Nicky, it really got my hopes up!! it thankfully didn't disappoint too horribly, but damn if it isn't painful to watch Trinity go from "yeah Nicky you've been through a lot huh ): " in episode 1 to "c'mon dude you're the one who told me to be brave, why are you being so scared???" it was a bit AAAAA

thankfully, it does seem somewhat purposeful, as she is still a kid and seems to be doing her best to help Nicky the way he helped her be brave, it's just really backfiring. as seen when she's taken home from school in ep 2, she's clearly worried about him and is very much aware something is going on, so it's not like there's some sorta character betrayal! i really hope they'll have a chance to really talk things out and reach an understanding. OR AT LEAST JUST GIVE NICKY A HUG FOR FUCK'S SAKE POOR BOY, THAT CLIFFHANGER HURTS SO MUCH OML

I LOVE SIBLING CONTENT PLEASE GIVE US MORE!! some of my favorite bits of background detail in s1 are Maritza's reactions to Enzo being a simp. she's such an asshole and i love her for it. she's also still acting as the greatest voice of the straight man, which is a breath of fresh air sometimes among the children playing detective during MULTIPLE MURDERS AND ACTS OF ARSON!!!

speaking of, why the hell did Mrs. Bales immediately get suspicious of the LITERAL CHILDREN who were OUTSIDE during the housefire? especially since she herself said her outlet blew? i understand stories following kids have to find a way to write out the parents sometimes, but it's just baffling that it was handled so well in s1 compared to s2. and they also jump on the anti-Nicky train? did they not literally witness that child escape from Peterson's after their daughter told them he was kidnapped weeks ago????? DO THEY NOT UNDERSTAND THIS IS A LITERAL CHILD WHO JUST GOT TRAUMATIZED AND WHOSE PARENTS WERE SAID TO BE HARD TO CONTACT??!?!?!?!

i'm

far less agonized, i just thought about how in the world Peterson hid among gravestones as a grown-ass man during Trinity's story in s1, and thought it'd be funny if, as i draw him, he pretended to be a bush behind a gravestone. hunched up so his body's behind the stone and the big flumf of his mane and tail stuck out. logically, a flashlight would catch the red of it despite the dark, but cartoon logic could hand-wave it away.

in terms of s2 thoughts with him, it's cool to see his backstory! i'm still pretty much in the dark when it comes to the whole Hello Neighbor lore, as i only saw gameplay of the alphas and never heard the intended storyline, but i did see that last Matpat video! i can't wait to see what's up with his brother being the shadow guy (i think) and why he's terrorizing Nicky. i'm betting it's not a malicious thing, that maybe he's trying to make contact or keep him safe, considering the flashback! and it seems like the grown-up bullies might be the ones behind the kids' disappearances and Crowface, though i'm not quite as confident about that one. i just know a lot of the adults are suspicious and i think it's a red herring that there's supposedly a secret neighbor. i think it's all of them, and Peterson knows.

still doesn't excuse kidnapping and traumatizing Nicky tho

thanks to anyone who reads this rambling mess, i just have a lot of thoughts about this show and don't have anyone i know who's caught up or into it (:

[memyshelfandi234]

OHHH MY GOSH IM...I CANT EVEN...AHHHHHHH😭😭😭

Definitely Jacks, don't play with it. Come on, who else would consider arson just to pick up his girl?

I refuse to even look at that last part, I fucking REFUSE 😤

[liamthemailman]

HBGBFBDBEBEBDHDHHDZ IM READY FIR THE ANGST THAT YOU GOT PLANNED LMFAO

You sure? You’re really asking for it? That’s a first for me. Usually all my angst is deployed against y’all’s wishes. I was actually saving this too.. Not even sure I wanted to share it, nut now that you asked..

Why not, yeah?

AceSoap being star-crossed lovers. Angst at the end. Implied MCD.

Note : Pre-House of Cards events, not canon to House of Cards universe, just an alternate timeline if they had met the 141 prior to HoC

I mean it, these two are made for each other but they just can’t be together. I always talk about them starting off as friends-to-lovers, but imagine if they never even make it past friends.

Imagine Task Force 141 and Task Force Cards being called together for a long and drawn out operation with the Major overlooking their progress. They’re having to reside on the same base for a considerable amount of time, but it’s nothing new to any of them.

The teams meet with a quick introduction from their respective captains and they get to work. Long days of recon, intel gathering, planning. A bit of rule bending but neither captains had any reservations on following by the book anyway. 

In between those days is where it starts, as Ace was trying to break through the firewall, sitting in front of his laptop for hours till the sun had set. He doesn’t notice the time passing or how exhaustion was bearing down on him.

Sergeant Soap comes along, noticing the bright blue light emanating from Lieutenant Ace’s laptop as he passes by the meeting room. His eyes land on the lieutenant of the other team. Sergeant Soap politely knocks on the door, catching Lieutenant Ace’s attention. He was met with a hard glare, but it wouldn’t be Sergeant Soap’s first rodeo on dealing with brooding lieutenants.

Sergeant Soap offered Lieutenant Ace a coffee, stating he looks like he could use one. Lieutenant Ace says he much prefers tea. The older man takes this opportunity to take a quick break from work, accompanying the sergeant to the pantry. They chat for a while before parting ways for the night.

Long days turn into long weeks, with progress to be made, albeit slow. It would ultimately pay off in the end. It always does. With the extended time, it only meant the two teams had more time to warm up to each other. Passing greetings in the hallways between the captains turns into short chats in the training room with the lieutenants which then turns into hanging out over a game of cards in their free time between the sergeants and an eager private.

Though, as all things go, they made a breakthrough, allowing them to have the go ahead for the mission. So they do, gearing up for a mission as they load up at the ungodly hour of 0230 hours, getting ready to roll out.

Soap catches up to Ace just before he joins Jack in the transport vehicle. Despite the looming dread of the mission, Soap still finds it in himself to approach Ace, having found it easier these passing weeks.

“Let’s get us a win, yeah, LT?” Soap flashes a playful smile as he greets him.

What Soap didn't expect was the smile to be returned. Ace smiles, and winks at Soap even, the crows feet at the corner of his eyes becoming a little more pronounced for a moment.

“With you on the team? Naturally.”

Soap had never had a boost of confidence that made him feel as high as he did at that moment. They part ways for the trip.

The mission was gruelling, but it was going relatively smoothly. A miracle in their books, considering their track record for things to go wrong as they were leading up to the much anticipated conclusion of this tiring mission.

Which coincidentally held a collaboration with the demolitions expert sergeant and arson in training private.

Totalling a building wasn’t really a sight that Ace held much regard toward but he understood the need for it to keep the enemies from any potential regrouping. He watched from the sidelines as Jack and Soap set off several detonations, the building going up in a fiery explosion, dust slightly blocking the stars in the sky for a hot second.

“What a fuckin’ beaut..”

Ace turns his head towards the voice, eyes raised as his lips curl into a slight smirk. He didn’t realise Soap was a fan of destruction just like Jack was. Ace’s eyes landed on the sergeant and his smirk faltered for a second as he took in the sight next to him.

Soap eyes gleamed, reflecting the explosion before them. Baby blue eyes seemingly shining bright even in the dark environment they were in. Pure, raw admiration, Soap completely enamoured with the scene.

“Yeah.. Real beautiful..” Ace says, his voice barely above a whisper. Maybe it was the fact it was the end of a tiresome mission, but Ace had never been so at ease during a detonation. They part ways at the landing zone on the way back.

For a high profile mission as burdensome as what they went through, it would be appropriate for a bit of celebration. Now, Ace wasn’t one to drink but Jack had pestered him to meet his social interaction outside of work quota. He came along with them, but he would have gone anyway without her chivvying.

Ace quickly retracted his statement as he found himself sneaking out the bar for a ‘quick smoke’. He stood in the alleyway, the area illuminated by a flickering tungsten lamp hanging overhead the backdoor of the bar.

He wouldn’t find himself alone for long, the door creaking open. He scowled at the intruder but his gaze softened when he was met with Johnny.

“Mind if I join ye, sir?”

“Not at all, Johnny.”

Doe took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke away as Johnny joined him leaning against the exposed brick wall. They stood in silence for a moment, content to listen to the cars on the street and the occasional howl of a stray cat.

“I don’t trust trees.” Johnny breaks the silence, clearly a little buzzed, earning a questioning side eye from Doe.

“They’re always a little shady, don’t you think?”

Doe snorts, barking a laugh as he blows smoke away from Johnny. It was a wonderful sound, Johnny thinks to himself. Doe’s laughing causes goosebumps to rise on Johnny’s arms.

The two exchange terrible jokes, their laughter echoing off the walls of that narrow alleyway. Doe was starting to feel lightheaded despite not drinking, finding Johnny’s company easier to bear than most he’s met.

A silence falls between them as they recover from their giggling fit, feeling stitches in their sides.

"I love you." Soap says, just showing affection to his newfound friend, excited for what the future might hold for them, what adventures they would experience together and the lives they would lead, intertwined with each other. He meant it even if he was slightly sloshed.

"It'll pass." Ace says jokingly, brushing it off quickly, but his smile falters as he was scared of the sudden intimacy of the situation despite it being platonic at the time.

The two spend a little more time in that alleyway, sharing a smoke, indirect kisses shared as they pass the cigarette between each other.

Soon they part, their respective teams calling for them to return to base.

With the end of the mission, they had no reason to stick around each other any longer, their duties doing a great job at keeping them busy. They occasionally come across each other in passing but that was it. A fleeting moment, gone as quickly as it came. Their eyes would meet from across the mess hall, the field where they trained, during night patrols but they were usually too far or it was too inconvenient to strike up another conversation.

The mohawked sergeant became a constant in Lieutenant Ace’s day to day, even if they never talked anymore, barely having the chance to wave at each other. It was the same for Sergeant Soap as well, cherishing every chance encounter he had with the stone-faced lieutenant.

Though, fate was cruel, and these coincidental meetings became less and less frequent, the two sometimes going weeks without seeing each other. They had other worries to distract them, more pressing matters to attend to, their own complex lives beginning to untangle from each other. 

It wasn’t clear when Sergeant Soap had disappeared, or why Lieutenant Ace even noticed or how. He felt a sudden aching longing for the man in question but no matter how hard Ace tried, he couldn’t find himself bumping into the sergeant again. 

Perhaps the sergeant had accidentally faded into the crowd, becoming a stranger again. It happens. Ace decides to drop it, ignoring the nagging feeling that was telling him that Soap was gone for good. The heart tends to overreact afterall.

Ace moves on with his life, reporting for a meeting with a task force about a mission concerning a potential political riot with a group of extremists.