#in case you're wondering

[ricksoo]

WE DOING WIS AGAIN BOIS!!! 🔥🔥🔥

This is slightly better than the first one if you ask me :]c

Let me know if you got any 2 of the characters to compare :D (Though chances are, the results are gonna be so inaccurate because I probably never know about their combat history except for TC's pokemon characters :P)

Like usual, Scarfy and Newtwo belongs to Xxtc-96xX (I don't really wanna ping her twice so I'm not gonna mention her ;-;)

[morgane-art]

You all heard about third wheeling but

Have you ever heard about

Fifth wheeling

My man is sick of all the flirting and bickering

[spinji]

Showed a friend World Heroes Mission and I think they cracked the code

[vanessakimballs]

trocadero is currently working toward restoring their music on spotify, itunes, etc after WB/RT took them down.

[phoebe-delia]

People You May Know

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: follow.

@HarryPotter has requested to follow you.

Draco blinks at his phone, frowns, and then refreshes the page.

@HarryPotter has requested to follow you.

Fuck. Not a glitch, then.

Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe Potter doesn't know how to rescind a follow request. Maybe Draco showed up under 'People You May Know,' (or, more accurately, if you ask Draco, 'People You Don't Speak To Anymore But Instagram Knows You Have Their Number') and Potter clicked it by accident.

Or maybe not.

"Pansy?" Draco calls across their shared flat. "I need your help."

[twisted-confessions]

I JUST HIT MAX PLAYER RANK LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO!!!!

[kanerallels]

kanera au for the three sentence ask game. star wars au. but they're in any part of the timeline *except* the rebels era. prequels. old republic. fall of the new republic, but if they were adults then instead of kids. sequels. live it up.

Had to rewrite this one cause the first one was ehhh but THIS ONE. OH HO HO THIS ONE. Please enjoy:

Hera kept telling herself not to look. But even as she packed, her gaze kept being drawn back to the Holonet link still open, projecting the headline into the air.

Jedi traitors! Order executed after plot against Chancellor discovered.

It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t be. But she’d seen the footage of the smoldering Temple. It had been what had jolted her out of her numb state and into action.

She didn’t care what the Chancellor said. The Jedi would never do something like this. And even an army of genetically superior warriors couldn’t kill all of them, even after three days.

So, ignoring her father’s calls, Hera was packing. And she was getting ready to go find whatever survivors she could.

Slinging a bag over her shoulder, she headed towards her apartment door, calculating in her head. I heard Master Vos was on Boz Pity— maybe I should start there? There were so many options and too many Jedi to check on. Especially when all she wanted was to go straight for the one Jedi she knew the best.

But he had been on Coruscant.

There was no way he’d made it out alive.

Pushing aside the burning sorrow in her chest, Hera keyed open her apartment door. She took two steps out, turned— and came face to face with Caleb Dume.

Caleb Dume, the Jedi. Whose robes were torn and face was covered in ash and blood.

Hera froze, shock cutting through as Caleb raised his hands as if in surrender. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t know where else we could go. I know what they’re saying about Jedi, but I promise you—”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Hera said, his words pushing her into action. “Inside, now.”

He was already halfway inside when she registered what he’d said. “Wait. We?”

A sheepish look flashed across Caleb’s face. “You remember how you gave me the access codes to the Ghost in case of emergency?”

“...what did you do?”

“I hid half a dozen younglings in there.”

“Of course you did.”

[jaskiersbeloved]

I can't stop thinking about Ed, being cooped up under a literal rock for a few weeks, helping with conducting some studies, finally returning to civilization... And the first thing he hears is that there was an assassination attempt in Central. On a General. Some new General. And he panics, because oh fucking hell it's Roy. Roy. Roy was in danger and he can't find any information as to the fact if the attempt was successful, so he takes first train to Central, barges in the HQ, all of team Mustang is like wtf Ed, while Ed is just like "where is he" witch such a despair in his tone, but before anyone answers, there is a murmur of "What is this commotion" and Ed sees Roy coming out of his office and he is too stunned to speak, Roy adds two plus two, drags Ed back to his office and before he can say anything he has arms full of Ed, Ed who is on a verge of tears, who's patting him up and down because holy shit he is alive, he is all right, oh fucking hell he's in love

[thecooler]

I'm a part of an elite group of lesbians who are perfectly capable of being normal about GlaDOS Portal (lie)

[anonymous-cupcakea03]

Maybe if I post a WIP I'll be motivated enough to finish it before tonight

[bokvshou]

HAPPY ACE WEEK 2023! hug your fellow aces right now, thank you!

[frikatilhi]

Joker House headcanons part 3 (?)

Do they all have separate rooms, or who shares with whom? Does a couple try out what living together will actually be like outside of sharing hotel rooms?

They wouldn't want to splurge on five bedrooms, so for sure they share, right? If you are so inclined you probably think Jance are sharing? So I guess the main question here is, do Kris and Bojan share a room? Are they enemies or are they lovers? Well, based on current events I have prepared you a helpful flowchart:

[faketrex]

For the prompts, would love to see firstprince and:

10) a dingy truck stop after 10 hours on the road

Thank you, friend!!

Thank you for the prompt, Allie! 💝

...

Henry learns how to pump gas at a truck stop outside Billings, Montana, well after sunset. Flying J, the sign says.

"What does the J stand for?"

"Jesus, maybe? Don't quote me on that. Now, listen: my pro tip is to not flip the hose lock thingy on the terminal until after you've put the nozzle in the tank. That way, it can't leak all over your shoes."

"Are you speaking from experience?"

"No comment. Okay, go for it."

Carefully, Henry turns the fuel cap anti-clockwise until it clicks, then tugs it out. He removes the handled nozzle from the pump terminal, inserts it in the tank, and flips up the hose lock.

"Perfect. Now squeeze the handle a few times–there you go, like a champ. I'm so proud of you. A prince of England, pumping his own gas."

"If only my country could see me now."

"Did you know, there used to be two U.S. states where it was illegal to pump your own gas? Laws changed last year, so now there's only one. You've got five minutes to come up with a guess for which state it is." Alex reaches into the car and pulls out his Stetson, plopping it on Henry's head. "There, now you blend in. Don't blow yourself up."

With Alex inside the building, the truck stop is empty of voices, but still loud. Only a few hours earlier, they'd gotten out of the car to stretch their legs and Henry had been able to hear a cacophony of summer insects. Now, the sound of lorries–semi trailers–crunching through the car park and whizzing by on the road masks any signs of nature.

As if that weren't enough–as if someone at this truck stop couched between train tracks and a highway truly needed more auditory stimuli–there's tinny music piping through speakers in the metal canopy above the pumps. It's familiar, but just fuzzy enough that he can't quite pick out the melody amongst the competing noises.

The terminal chimes. Henry reaches over to flip the lock back down into place, going through the motions in reverse. First the hose lock, then the nozzle, then turn the gas cap until it click-clicks. Finally, he closes the fuel door and brushes his hands on his thighs.

"All good?" As he rounds the front of a truck, Alex looks Henry over like he's half expecting to find Cakegate part two, version Unleaded 88. "Did you figure out which state won't let you guzzle your own gas?"

"No cause for concern. But–" Henry pulls off the hat and settles it back on Alex's head. "I'm afraid you're going to have to tell me yet another story about your country's history of inconsistent state-level legislation."

"Sweet," Alex says, grinning. "That's kind of my specialty."

It's Hall and Oates, Henry realizes, as the chorus comes on just as he's climbing back into the car. You make my dreams come true. He's familiar with the feeling.

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

remember when that wacky historian had the whole of tumblr convinced that it's ~natural~ for human beings to have biphasic sleep and the evil evil modernity with the evil evil artificial light upset the way we are supposed to sleep. that was weird. and annoying.

[andiv3r]

If anyone ever questioned whether I was mentally ill.

This is what I'm currently listening to on repeat to make me feel like I can get through It Being Hot Outside.

[kanerallels]

Nothing quite like rewatching the Downton Abbey movie and going insane about two specific scenes in it