#im sorry im delirious

[yuuverseyuuverse]

I should start a 30 day Kaeya drawing challenge. Maybe it'll encourage me to actually draw.

[theokusgallery]

Do you think nick would call Sun "Mon p'tit pd <3" (JKJKJK IT'S A JOKE)

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Mom and Dad's divorce. Neither of them wanted us.

Cardinal rule of talking to kids: if you tell them that it’s not their fault, they will think it is their fault anyways.

The twins' official lore for this AU.

Mabel and Dipper became legal "orphans" at a young age due to their parent's divorce; neither party being willing to take custody of the twins. The mother didn't want the responsibility of having children and a family anymore, and the father claimed being financially unprepared to take care of two kids.

They stayed with their only living grandparent, Sherman Pines, for a few months before he died.

Since there were no close friends or relatives who were available to take care of the two at the time, the twins were left under the jurisdiction of foster care. However eventually, after much manipulation and bribing, they were adopted by a distant "business man" who ran a big organization in a town in New Mexico: Andrew Alcatraz.

[carpbait]

stauff

[deimosatellite]

bsd tumblr listen to me. steinbeck/fyodor power couple

[sofiaruelle]

✨I love her corporate greed! Go Polle! Give us nothinggg~!✨✨

Honest to god, i fell asleep watching a video essay analyzing evil: Mouthwashing and woke up deliriously to pink pony club kareoke version. Thanks, yt autoplay. And then open tumblr and i see this 👏 master piece by @fox-guardian. 👏

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I might make these into Stickers... 👀👀 What do yall think? Should i make Polle proud?

The hiring thingy is based on this gem:

[rewritingcanon]

ginny to harry: we cant leave the boys in their room with the door closed!! dont u know what that means!?! dont you see how eerily quiet they are?? its a silencing spell, harry!

harry: im sure theyre just sleeping or something.

ginny: yeah sleeping TOGETHER im sure

- meanwhile -

albus after playing his weezer music at scorp for 40 minutes: soooo (trying to seem dark and mysterious), what do you want to do now?

scorpius: i dont know :)

albus: wanna rob james?

scorpius: no! :) i actually am a tad tired and kind of want to sleep here for a bit :) do you want to join me :)

albus, nodding because scorp is a genius: yeah thats fire. shuffle over

[miiyochi]

sandwiched in-between

cw. suggestive/nsft, implied 3some 

note. don’t think about the time paradox logistics this would probably cause. don’t think about how convoluted and nonsensical this is either.  just take it. consider it pwp because im too tired

you’re not exactly sure how or why you ended up in your current situation. never in a million years would you have expected to be sandwiched between two solomons from two different millenniums. 

the first solomon, your solomon who you affectionately call “sol” is pressing soft and sweet kisses down your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt as he goes further. 

the second solomon, one established as past!solomon is more hasty with his movements. you sit on his lap back pressed against him while he caresses your hips, nipping and sucking at your sensitive neck. past!solomon’s middle and ring finger are shoved down your mouth, muffling any sound that spills from your lips. 

“you say this is our apprentice?” past!solomon remarks between kisses, sol hums against your skin before pulling away.

“they’re cute, right? but let me remind you, they’re my student.” solomon narrows his eyes at his past self, only for his double to smirk back. it was weird…this was all so weird. solomon getting jealous over himself? getting touched so desperately by two solomons who both wanted you to themselves… how did this even happen.

“i must say, this ones a little greedy. squirming so much under my touch, you’re enjoying this aren’t you? getting touched by two men like this… you love it don’t you?” past solomon whispers into your ear, nipping at your lobe. your solomon nods in agreeance. his hands slowly moving down from your chest to your thighs stroking at your inner thigh with the lightest touch; teasing you when they move further inwards. 

solomon slowly peels off your shirt, his past self wasting no time at letting his hands explore your body. ‘was I always this impatient?’ solomon thinks to himself, shaking his head before pressing a hand to your stomach. he gently pushes you backwards further onto past!solomon, grabbing your legs and hooking his arms under your thighs. solomon presses a kiss to either side before making his way inwards. 

“if you wanted me this badly you could’ve just said so, mc. one of me isn’t enough for you, hm?” solomon smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your thigh. “don’t worry my love, tonight all you’ll get is me. after today, all you’ll ever want is me.” 

m.list

[hiphopcherrrypop]

[qoldenskies]

Thinking about cc!Donnie getting sick and hiding it from his brothers till he like collapses and the freak out from the others that would follow

honestly post-epilogue i might write a oneshot with a premise like this just because i think there's a painful combination i could play with considering his chest iss ffffucked and if he caught something he could actually be super immunocompromised ,, like he NEEDS to be open about things like this for a ton of reasons but he just wont be out of fear of burdening them. after a while it becomes less about facing their wrath (although if he's seriously out of his mind, he'll forget where he is so it does resurface) and more about seeing the grief and panic enter their eyes when he's hurt or upset

he'll always beat himself up when he cant hide it anymore, because they are so much more hurt when they learn he's been intentionally keeping it from them, but it never seems to stop the problem. it just makes donnie more upset in the moment.

[foursaints]

cant stop thinking about "barty crouch jr fucks like a starving persistence predator on the savanna who sunk his teeth into a wounded antelope".... he is literally crunching his mandibles down and shaking his head dog-like sending viscera and spittle flying everywhere. he is rending flesh and keeping his forepaws pressed down on the jugular. he is cracking bone to go straight for the nutrient-rich organs with NOTHING else on the mind.

(this is about how evan casually initiates a hookup with barty, casually, and maybe tries to pull his hair and call him mean names or something but then he looks down and barty is PANTING with the repressed desire of one thousand burning suns. barty is gripping his hips like hes going to ragdoll evan around the room or kill them both. evan cant even humiliate him properly because bro is drooling over him with ZERO shame like evan's entire Condescending Victorian-Era Dom Who Allows You To Unfasten A Single Button On His Stockings playbook has been tossed out the window. this is a matter of survival now. he is starting to think he miscalculated??)

[beepbananabus]

*shoots in the air to lower rent prices*

i saw this tweet earlier and i was thinking of jonevan,,,

[theriverbeyond]

what happens if you are a white person and apply to work at panda express

[ninjabelle]

CAITVI NATION WERE SO BACK BABEYYYY

I know we were all imagining the reunion post-breakup differently, darker probably, slower paced-- but here's why I think it was still perfect:

Because they love eachother, they're still in love no matter what typical post breakup bs they both got into (meaningless srry maddie rebounds and throwing yourself into work for Cait VS chasing highs, fights and drowning in bottles for Vi) all that means NOTHING when you're both still in it deep/when you BELONG together and so the second their eyes meet it's game over for whatever bad blood still lingers because you can't hide from the feeling when that person's right in front of you, which ties back perfectly to why Cait AND Vi both tried distancing themselves the moment they realized how impossible their relationship is based on where they came from, confined in their shared world with all its differences (because yes, the oil and water + it's her blood in you scenes serve the same purpose narratively, and are eachothers foil in the worst way no matter how you look at them and they do serve their goal, to push the other away temporarily but IT DOESNT WORK because they're bound to stay connected by that thread and no one can really come between them for long, not even when everything's going to shit around them, AGAIN.

I'm not saying there won't be more drama, they definitely need to talk for realsies and though I'm BEGGING ON MY KNEES for that caitvi sexscene next act I strongly doubt we'll get it, nor see them as a happy endgame yet BUT, and this is important, they're meant for eachother there's just something about them that makes their feelings for eachother a true visceral experience like when Vi said cupcake, a tease, mean and razor sharp and the immediate flood of emotion in Cait's eyes, stronger than her new convictions, her fury and grief-- how you KNOW she wanted to kiss Vi when she put the hood over her head, and you KNOW Vi would have let her.

It's in how easily they fall back into trust after the betrayal, in how Cait gets swept up again by Vi, her plans, her needs the same way Vi before was swept up in Caits, becoming an enforcer, promising to kill her sister even though we all knew she couldn't... yeah. It's evident in everything between them, you can't deny it.

They're driving me mad your honor, they're driving eachother mad... but that feeling of them being inescapable, impossible to separate with any real finality stuck with me this arc and I hope to god it lasts. 🙏🏻🩷🩷

[bettytheteenagewitch]

WOKE my babysitter’s a vampire:

sarah fox

erica jones

benny weir

ethan morgan

rory keaner

mr. GAY

principal HOMOSEXUALITY

[leighsartworks216]

Creating a new genre called Enemies to Soulmates where it's not destiny or fate that has decided they will be together but the sheer fact they literally cannot avoid letting this dumbass get close and becoming possessive over them. Are they friends? Lovers? Who knows. They're handcuffed together by sheer dumb luck and where before they were so desperate to find any way to get these cuffs off, now they flinch back together at the sight of keys