#including me LOLLL

[illumnis]

VIOLENTLY ILL? : (( idk if i understood that right but i hope ur alright!

HI RIN!! LOL ITS OKAY IM EXAGGERATING!! BUT YES I AM SICK BUT I AM OKAY!!! ☹️☹️ the thing is i dont get sick very often but when i do it hits me pretty hard so ive been taking some days to rest up!!

[emoku]

day 6- i realised i should probably make emoku refs for myself if im going to be drawing him so much.

[arandomnerd810]

i would internally beg for screenshots of the silly guy for the next episodes but we were spoiled rotten with the announcement video so honestly wouldn’t complain if we don’t get any

i meaannnn he’s so squishy in this video i love it

(even though it’s probably not my special interest anymore i still made an episode two in my mind send help)

(also holly crap gangle looks adorable in the new screenshot i love her))

[what-even-is-sleep]

Wild happenings round town atm

[waywardmillennial]

Watcher TV Thoughts

my brain won't be quiet about this

first thought: WHAT?! HOW?! WHY?! followed by lots of screaming and clawing at the walls gifs. basically this:

have some of my initial thoughts and feelings (behind a read more bc idk how long this will get)

spoilers for watcher 4/12 announcement under the cut

the leading fandom theory is that Watcher is going to be building some kind of new subscription service --THEORY ONLY! we gotta wait a week, folks -- that will be like Dropout

on one hand - hooray!! something new that they're excited about! they've always been a production studio, first and foremost, making content on a higher tier that some other yt channels already, so this makes sense

and honestly, with the yt algorithm being a messy binch I can see the impetus to want to make their own thing (shoutout to that one time Steven Lim posted from VidCon 2022 how the whole room was packed for the yt algorithm explanation panel)

obviously I'm already committed to pretty much everything Watcher makes and I'll always try to support them as much as I can. love their whole crew <3

then - bc my brain is Anxietyville and there are so many unknowns in this situation - I start having little worries

I worry if they're launching something this big, on presumably a new platform, is it going to pan out for them? I've already seen how many views and subscribers BFU & WI had, and all those people didn't directly follow the boys over to Watcher (sure, GF and MF took a little longer to get off the ground, and we're still waiting on news of Steven and Andrew's new show) but people like things to be easy. if they're going to try to move all their subscribers somewhere new, how is that going to work?

I feel like so many people watch on apple tv, or roku at home so your new thing should be an app to reach the most people. please don't make me get out my laptop to watch all the shows - or god forbid - my phone

some are thinking it might be Steven's new show to be the one to usher in a new platform, and while I know I love Steven Lim, I worry about how little views his shows on Watcher have had (when compared to GF or PH) so much so that it was decided he could step back and not be on camera so much. I would love to be wrong, but I don't know if a Steven show - even one with Andrew and Adam - would be enough to kickstart a new streaming setup.

also I enjoy being a fangirl and getting to shout with all of you about the shows as they come out and share our memes and gifs. but if the new shows are going to be behind a paywall (again just a theory at this point) how will I feel sharing what happens? I already feel about 20% less excited to share things they post in their patreon. I don't want to break their trust giving away what's behind a paywall. but Watcher is also smart and knows people talking about their shows is akin to free advertising - so how much do they want us to share to generate excitement??

I know most of these are unconfirmed worries and we'll know more next week. overall I am more excited than nervous, and I know they're all smart and have thought this through. I mainly needed to vent because most of this has been looping through my brain for 6+ hours now

thanks for reading my long winded rant! please comment below and let me know what you agree or disagree with <3

[mad-hunts]

with all of these comic panels popping up here about the most recent batman comics, i firmly believe that this would be barton if he ever came across what's-his-face ( zur-en-arrh )

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Born to be called Sam, forced to write Samantha

[pepprs]

june 27th give it up for june 27th

[korrasamibottles]

Actually kind of cool looking at old pictures and seeing how my photography has gotten better.....gotta apply that same energy to my writing instead of pretending older stuff doesn't even exist in case it ??? well I don't know what it will do to me exactly but it won't be good.

[muirneach]

everytime someone posts john kasyn or david c armstrong or lawren harris or albert franck or john little or aj casson or lauren mercer smail its like ha. ive been there. people fucking loveeeee painting backyards of toronto in the winter. its so beautiful to me how everyone likes doing that :) and my grandmother painted one too in the 60s too!! it makes me so happy

[requiem626k]

Hello everyone <3 please tell me what has been going on in your lives and its main events, I’m dying to hear about how y’all have been doing since we last talked 🥹

[jynjackets]

I know G*lroy will ignore everything that has a connection with Rebels in his show 🙄 Fulcrum, the involvement of the Ghost Crew with Mon and so on…

Hot take but I hate stupid ass opinions that are like “Andor actually makes [something that happened in Rebels] sTrOnGEr”

Like no dumbass, you think G*lroy fucking watched Rebels? You think Tony would’ve even included Saw if someone from Disney didn’t point out that his little OC Luthen is just a white carbon copy? And that his solution was to have his OC patronizingly explain to Saw (the black legacy Partisan leader mind you) how to strategize with the Empire.

Having the slightest fucking mention to previous canon does not suddenly strengthen it just because you see it in live action? Andor s1 used Saw to emphasize the importance of an original character, because otherwise he would’ve been 100% fine doing more than half the things Luthen had done. Saw was part of the original Rebellion Alliance before he split, that’s literally one of the first lines of Rogue One.

“Eh but he couldn’t have access to funds or the aTiQue ShOp” bitch I do not care. Saw and Mon’s oppositional approaches were already established, and if you wanted to make anything “stronger” you would’ve just explored that conversation even further especially with 12 episodes at your expense. But god forbid women or black people be the main leaders of rebellion. Not like that’s historically realistic or anything.

[zeramorphosis]

I saw a headcanon that because jon grew up with his grandma he must know how to knit and i winced bc as someone who also grew up with a grandma who didnt like them i can probably say for sure jon knows no such thing LOL

[koushirouizumi]

TERRIERMON, STARING at {'me'}/my O.C. Hikaru wide-eyed: You KICK TERRIERMON????? You kICK TERRIERMON like a FOOTBALL???!!??! O.C Hikaru, exchanging Looks with other partners: (But I DIDN'T....!) YOUNG M E: (*CACKLING AS I 'WRITE'*)

[aaronymous999]

I am absolutely very excited to restructure Spider-Man Aaron Allan to be more like a typical comic book structure now that it’s planned to be a comic.

And not a webcomic format mind you- very much inspired by the early Spidey comics and the Ultimate comics- everything has a cover, and an inside page which gives a recap and tells you about the important characters.

I’m gonna have to REALLY restructure my plot outline- more so to include villain of the week fights- which I am endlessly excited for- and more issues in general per arc. ( Which I formerly referred to as “seasons” )

If my autism was strong enough I could also learn a more comic booky style but I find a lot of them to not be my thing and I don’t think it would add too much.

[rafesangelita]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ when a heated argument between rafe and bitchy!kook!reader leads to the cops knocking at their door when they’re already.. ‘making up’

warnings: toxic!rafe, toxic!reader, nothing about this is romantic, cheating accusations, arguing, lots of yelling, physical violence, angst, lots of throwing and breaking things, banter (?), making up, the cops show up, unprotected sex, rafe gets slapped and choked during sex too..

a/n: this has been in the vault for a while now lolll. huge thanks to my bb @nemesyaaa for giving me this idea <3

wc: 2.8k

“you’re acting fucking crazy right now!” you walked through the front door, rafe following closely behind as you slipped your heels off. “i’m acting crazy?” you spun around, rafe eyeing the shoe in your hand. “i hear this bitch talking about how you and her fucked while we were on a break, and you expect me to be calm?” you scoffed, “don’t tell me i’m acting crazy when you haven’t even tried to start explaining to me what the fuck she’s talking about!” you threw your shoe just like rafe suspected you would.

missing him by a few inches, rafe lunged at you, grabbing the other heel out of your hand. “what the fuck did i tell you about throwing shit at me!” you rolled your eyes, shoving him away as you walked past him to the kitchen. “start talking rafe.” your boyfriend pinched the bridge of his nose, his nostrils flaring as you took a water bottle out of the fridge. “she’s obviously lying! why would i go have sex with someone when me and you were still fucking? blocked contacts and all?” you narrowed your eyes at his form.

“i swear to you, i don’t even know who that girl is!” he walked around the kitchen island, a groan rumbling from his throat when you moved away. “then why would she say that? why would she be talking to her friends about it in a pathetic little circle if it wasn’t true?” you shot back. “hello?! so that we could argue exactly how we’re arguing right now. are you really gonna give her the satisfaction by doing what she wants you to do?” he slammed his fist down on the marble slab separating you two.

arching a brow, your gaze flickered to his phone in his pocket. “give me it.” rafe scoffed. “give you what?” he sneered, his heart dropping when you pointed to the cellular device tucked away in his pants. “do you seriously wanna act stupid right now? i said give me your fucking phone.” rafe cursed under his breath, not even wanting to imagine what you’d do if you saw him hesitating. sliding the damned thing across the island, you picked it up and unlocked it. “if you take one step i’m shattering this shit.”

the first thing you did was go to his text messages, scrolling through every thread for any sign of whatever her name is. you didn’t find anything after a few minutes of searching, ‘recently deleted’ messages included. his social medias were next, a lot of them clean for the most part. you bit the inside of your cheek when you opened his photos. golfing selfies with topper, loads of offguards of you at your vanity, even more photos of you and him while you were out running errands.. amongst other things..

despite not finding anything, you noticed rafe still had this worried look on his face. biting your lip, you followed your gut feeling and opened his notes app. sure enough, there at the top was a phone number with the initial ‘s’ next to it. tapping the number, you put it on speaker before muting yourself. “who the fuck is ‘s’?” rafe’s eyes widened in realization. “don’t-” he stepped forward, making you raise a finger. the phone rung twice before a sultry voice picked up. “hey, handsome, i was waiting for you to call me..”

eyes flickering over to his, you smiled in disbelief. “rafe? hello?” you hung up, your heart beating in your ears as white hot anger blinded your vision. “i can explain that!” he knew to keep his distance from you, your fingers clutching his phone even tighter. “i don’t want to hear shit. you’re a liar, rafe. you always have been.” now you were calm, and to rafe that was worse. what made you so angry wasn’t the fact that he slept with someone else, but acting like you were the crazy one and flipping all of tonight’s arguments on you.

rafe still continued talking. “we didn’t have sex! i never even called her or anything! did you not hear her say she was waiting for me to call?!” you turned, your eyes burning into his skull. “it’s the principle! you still had this bitch’s phone number saved! that’s the fucking problem, idiot!” without thinking, you chucked the phone across the room, shattering a picture frame of you and rafe. following the line of damage, rafe’s jaw clenched. he really liked that picture of you two. “we’re breaking each other’s shit now? bet.”

you rolled your eyes as he stomped up the stairs, a bottle of perfume flying from the railing and into the wall where a hole now resided. “i could always buy a new one, asshole!” you taunted him, “with your credit card, too!” the next thing that came hurling from upstairs was a glass jewelry box where you kept all the jewelry rafe specifically bought for you. that one did in fact hurt a little. you took a breath before he really took the cake with the next item, or items. as if moving in slow motion, you watched as rafe threw over various makeup products over the spiral staircase.

eyeshadow palettes, foundation bottles, tubes of lipgloss and concealer also amongst the mess, all came to a booming crash smack in the center of the foyer. there was glass absolutely everywhere. and you were barefoot, great. you stared at the space around you, tears pricking your eyes at the scene. you and rafe stood in silence, thinking about why this continuously keeps happening. you didn’t care if he saw you crying, the sound of your sniffle making his demeanor change. “i’m sorry, baby.”

you shook your head, not wanting to hear anything. “no, you’re not.” your voice shook as you tiptoed to the couch, trying your best not to step on any glass. going inside your shared bedroom, rafe came back out with some shoes for you before making his way downstairs, the glass crunching underneath his feet. “please, i’m begging you to just let me explain all of this.” he plopped down next to you, in which you moved over all the way to the other side. petty.

“me and topper were at the golf course, kickin’ it the way we always do when this bev cart girl came up to us,” you looked over at him, your teary eyes making his stomach churn, “she was telling us that she had just started there and that she lived on the other side of the island and long story short she started flirting with me, okay?” he held his hands up defensively. “i told her that i have a girlfriend and i wasn’t interested by a long shot.” he started, “she got a little irritated and then topper, being the instigating asshole he is, invited her to the party tonight—” you cut him off.

“that still doesn’t explain why her number was in your phone, and why she was talking about you being the ‘best fuck of her life’ while i was sitting right there.” rafe rested his head in his hands for a moment. “can i finish?” you waved him off as you settled back in your corner. “things got awkward so i gave topper my phone before going inside and getting a drink. when i came back out, she had winked at me all weird and topper showed me that he had saved her number in my notes for me to send to him later because his phone was dead. that’s it, i swear.”

you didn’t say anything, a part of you hating yourself for wanting to believe him. “explain to me why she was talking crazy with her friends then.” rafe tapped the side of his head, “because she obviously knew it was you that i’m with!” he shouted, making you glare in his direction. “how would she know me?” you crossed your arms. “y/n.. besides the fact that we were all over each other, who the fuck doesn’t know you?” rafe asked incredulously. fair point. “is that all?” you looked up at him as he scooted closer.

“no.” his tone switched to that gentle lilt, your breathing slowing when he took your hand in his. with the last bit of resolve you had left, you pulled away from him. “well make it good, because i’m on the verge of leaving your ass.” rafe scoffed. “you said that last time..” he shot back, “and the time before that..” you shot him a glare. “and who broke in when i changed the locks?” you reminded him of the time you woke up to a busted door in the middle of the night. “you got me.” he shrugged, in which you looked away.

“whatever.” you felt exhausted, all of tonight’s activities were starting to catch up to you. who knew overthinking, arguing on the way home, breaking stuff, and yelling and crying could make someone so tired? “no— i mean like, you got me.” rafe closed the space between you two, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you still avoided his gaze. “hey,” he thumbed your chin, “there has never been, and never will be, another girl. i’ll die on that hill.” your eyelids fluttered when you felt his fingers creep up on your thigh.

“i know you could see right through me, does it look like i’m lying?” the expression on his face was clear as day. he was telling the truth. you let out a shaky breath, your arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you on top of his lap. “oh, baby, we have to do better.” he squeezed you tight, inhaling your scent as his palms ran up and down your back. you sniffled into his neck, pressing a kiss to the skin there. “i’m sorry for breaking your phone.” rafe shushed you, eyeing the broken device in the corner.

“don’t be. i’m the one who broke like half of your shit.” you didn’t even care, mostly because you knew rafe was going to replace everything anyways. you pulled back, cupping his face in your hands. “i love you.” you whispered, those three words making rafe’s heart clench. giving you a small smile, rafe replied with a ‘i love you too,’ followed by ‘give me some sugar..’ of course, you leaned in, rafe’s lips meeting yours halfway as he groaned at the taste of your lipgloss on his tongue. this was just how things went, you two have been here plenty of times before.

his hands snaked down to the globes of your ass, hiking your dress up as he kneaded your flesh between his fingers. your kisses became more feverish, a muffled moan sounding from you when rafe slipped his tongue inside your mouth. he dragged your hips against his clothed erection, both of you hissing at the much needed friction. “how bad do you want it?” rafe panted, nipping the skin of your neck. you almost laughed at his words. “how bad do i want it?” you repeated, “how bad do you want to take it from me?” rafe groaned when you wrapped a hand around his throat, pushing his head back against the couch.

he should’ve known taking the reigns wasn’t going to be that easy. with one of your hands restricing his intake of air, he blinked up at the ceiling, his eyes fluttering shut as you pressed kisses to his chest. you were so sexy like this, he let you grind against him until he couldn’t stand to not be inside of you for another second. you let rafe remove your grip on his neck, a small gasp leaving your lips as he took both of your hands and tucked them behind your back. your head was resting on his shoulder as he pulled himself out of his pants, his fingers moving your underwears to the side before forcing you to sink down onto his length.

you were so slick and ready for him, rafe couldn’t refrain from cursing in your ear. “you’ve been soaked this whole time, huh? fighting turns you on, is that it?” you met his eyes. “mhmm,” you leaned down, “you make me so wet when you’re mad..” rafe grunted, landing a harsh smack to your ass. he knew that already, but hearing you say that while he’s both angry and sexually frustrated just ticked him off even more.

soon, you were the one bouncing on top of him, making him watch in awe as his cock disappeared inside of your greedy cunt. wanting to watch you unravel, he started stroking your clit, making you double over. “you wanna cum? you have to earn that shit.” without a word, you reached up, slapping him across the cheek. the action made him twitch inside of you. “you only cum if i get to.” you kissed him roughly, biting his bottom lip as you pulled away. you were so serious too.

rubbing your clit in harder circles, you nearly screamed when the tip of his cock began pressing that sweet spot inside of you. “fuck—” your thighs began trembling, your orgasm just right there in arms reach when there was a loud bang at the front door. both of you jumped, the fire in your loins melting away into nothing as both of you froze. “what the fuck?” rafe held onto you tighter before the banging continued. “who the fuck is that?” you got up, pulling off of him with a hiss. “outer banks sheriff deputies, open up!” you and rafe looked at each other with wide eyes.

rafe cursed under his breath, adjusting your dress and his pants before stepping in front of you to answer the door. “can i help you?” he peeked out, two other cops standing at his side. “are you the owner of this home?” rafe squeezed your hand, responding to the officer with a ‘yes, sir.’ opening the door a little more, the cop continued to explain why him and his team were there. “we received a few calls reporting a domestic dispute at this address, ‘said that they heard yelling and a lot of ruckus.” you shut your eyes for a moment. you should’ve assumed the whole island was able to hear you and rafe going at each other’s throats.

“uh, no sir, nothing domestic going on around here.” rafe joked. no one laughed. “no? so the four separate calls we received were all lying?” four separate calls? damn, people couldn’t mind their business around here. “well, uh.. yes, me and my girlfriend had a little disagreement but we’re okay now—” immediately, the sheriff demanded to see some kind of identification. taking his id out of the wallet in his pocket, rafe cooperated as the older man had him confirm his information. “so you said you and the woman are ‘good’ now?” officer shoupe, as rafe had learned, asked with concern.

“yes, sir, she’s right here.” before you could protest, rafe dragged you to the front, an awkward smile adorning your lips as you were pretty sure they could see the smudged lipgloss all over your mouth. “hello, sweetheart. can you confirm that you are safe and in not any immediate danger with this man?” you looked back at rafe, having never been questioned by the police before. “yes, i’m safe,” you answered, “we just had a little fight, but we’re making up now..” one of the female officers cleared her throat awkwardly.

“i see..” shoupe nodded, gaze flickering back at rafe. “well i guess we’ll leave you two alone then. next time, can you please keep your volume low? you two had some people pretty spooked there.” you mumbled a ‘yes, sir.’ before rafe pulled you back inside and shut the door. it was silent for a moment, both of you seemingly looking around at the aftermath of everything. “i can’t believe people called the cops..” you walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the broom. rafe watched with a confused expression as you started sweeping up glass.

“so, uh— we aren’t going to pick up where we left off?” you looked up at him with a look that said ‘seriously?’. “no. how about we ‘pick up where we left off’ after you help me clean all of this up, and replace everything you destroyed?” rafe groaned. he could always count on you to leave him with blue balls. deciding to help you, it wasn’t long before everything was cleaned up, no sign of any earlier events except for the new hole in the wall. after you two showered and settled in bed, rafe held you flush against his chest while he kissed up your back,

“are you sure you don’t want to finish?” rafe sounded pained, like he needed to be inside of you immediately. turning around in his embrace, you pecked his lips before swinging a leg over his hips. “make it fast.” you pretended like you didn’t want the same thing, a smile gracing your lips when you heard rafe mutter a ‘thank god.’ before slipping off of your nightgown.