#it is better in my head i promise

[bluuscreen]

triple masterminds ?

[yawnderu]

CW: mentions of kidnapping and stolen body autonomy.

Find a way in, kill the enemy, retrieve the hostages, leave. A routine of sorts that gave his life some sense of purpose to avoid going insane for the past two decades. Simon liked to believe he got over what happened in his past... truly, he did; and yet Manuel Roba’s horrors seem to haunt him no matter where how many years pass.

“C’mere.” Simon’s voice held no hostility, he made sure of it, yet your stiff position never changed. Legs angled to the right, hands folded on your lap, and eyes looking forward, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze even if it’s been hours since your rescue. Garrick, Price and Johnny have already tried to get you to talk multiple times, all of them with different approaches. 

Garrick was friendly, trying his best to seem approachable, a bright smile on his lips that you didn’t seem to notice, too busy staring at a wall no matter how much he tried to hold a conversation.

Price seemed fatherly, never once laying a hand on you even if it was itching to comfort you, and so he settled with telling you you’re safe now, how no one will ever get you again now that they're here. His words didn’t seem to do much, either. 

Johnny was… something else. His first attempt was a shitty pick up line, getting a reaction out of you for the first time— a nose scrunched up in disgust, but a reaction nonetheless.  

And Simon… Simon’s approach was different. The man was used to barking out orders and obeying them himself, not to deal with an unresponsive hostage. His behemoth frame was nestled next to you, putting a tray on the table and observing your reactions. From the way you swallowed thickly the moment the meal was presented to you, to the sound of your stomach growling. 

“Go on, then.” Your gaze follows his movements for the first time, the feeling of your stomach rumbling makes you more aware of your hunger, so many years being fed nothing but what was necessary to keep you alive by Manuel and his associates, so many years of being trained like a dog to obey to their very order. 

Simon can see the hesitation in your body language, too tense to allow yourself to dig in the way you wanted, yet no longer as stiff as before. There was a sense of relief at the fact that they didn’t seem to want to hurt you —unlike Roba—, yet years of non-stop brutal training can’t be erased within hours.

Roba’s training was engraved into your brain, and while the sense of security the SAS blokes gave you is something you’re thankful for, nothing guarantees they’re not working for him. You’ve seen other military men come and go throughout the years, always Roba’s friends, and always sharing the same disgusting, sadistic desires.

“Eat up.” The rest of the men watch the way you move, curiosity and amusement mixing at how strange your movements seem, almost robotic. Your forearms rest on the table, elbows away from the cheap wood as you attempt to hold your own cutlery— attempt, because it looks fully foreign to you, trying out different angles to make it work, and yet it's the first time in years you've been allowed to try and feed yourself.

Simon is the first one to catch on, having lived under Roba’s rules for long enough to know he enjoys taking people’s autonomy, to reduce them to nothing but a pathetic mess that depends on him. His gloved fingers are gentle as he takes the spoon from your hand, scooping up some food before holding it up to your lips. His full attention is on you, relief starting to make its way into his body as sees your rather soft lips wrap around the spoon, eating whatever he was feeding you. Lucky for you, this time it wasn’t an MRE… or beans on toast.

His gloved thumb wipes the corners of your lips every time you’re done chewing, and he’s quick to pick up more food from the plate, nothing but patience and kindness shown in his actions, so unlike the brooding soldier he's known to be.

“... two goldfish are in a tank…?” Johnny’s loud groan gets your attention for a second, yet you quickly glance back at Simon, curious eyes looking up at him, almost as if asking him to go on. 

“One turns to the other and says… ‘you know how to drive this thing?’” You can see the corners of his eyes crinkle before he even finishes his joke, clearly trying his best not to laugh at just how awful it was. A small smile hides in the corners of your lips, and Simon takes that as a victory, ignoring the questioning looks he’s getting from his team, for now.

[lovereadandwrite]

“I shall protect you, & you alone… even if…you stand as the last person on this earth”

[cringefail-clown]

sins of the past

[ohitslen]

Millymeryl eheh :)

Just one more.

[liibation]

Desperately need to draw akutagawa more

[iamfabiloz]

lunera lunera cascabelera 🌛

[girlboyburger]

i am completely exhausted (unrelated to concussion) and dizzy (related to concussion)

BUT

i'm back and able to look at screens again! i'm even making images and things

[rodentjazz]

Think about them NEVR actually

[hallowclave]

She para on my humans till I [GRUESOME SOUNDS OF BUG FUELED VIOLENCE]

Redraw of a skitter design I did a little over a year ago, comparison under the read more

And the sketch. As a little treat. Just for you.

[avocado62524]

[starryoak]

Making memes out of my headcanons, part 3, swinging bats at hornets nests edition!

[blusandbirds]

eli moskowitz - "am i making you feel sick?"

[girlishwhimsies]

i love looking at hot takes and realizing that some outsiders fans don’t realize that fandom is something fun. nothing is truly that serious at the end of the day.

[tacagen]

one of the things that fascinate me about thawne: yes, he CAN be normal with kids! surprisingly normal!

((not at all times, though. his mental illness still spills through and as usual he, in trying to manipulate or hurt others, spits out at them the exact stuff that would hurt him (or have in his childhood/barry's rejection interpretation) the most in the first place lmao))

but at the same time. his like second instinct when doing his bullshit is FUCK THEM (as) KIDS

(and, well. whatever this classifies as)

[fandomination666-blog]

It is 4:12 am as I type this and I am cruel to myself.

Imagine team voltron on a diplomatic mission, right..

Pidge and Hunk are joking around about Lance being the dumb one, or just being dumb in general, saying stuff like, "I love him to death, but he just doesn't GET binary, yknow?" And "Lance has ALWAYS struggled with computers, I wouldn't ask him for help with that" etc etc.

They aren't being mean on purpose, just teasing, and Lance has never been offended before, so it's fine, he's got thick skin.

But somebody overhears them talking. The leader of the planet they're trying to ally themselves with. And suddenly, they don't want an alliance anymore. Why?

Why would these people trust voltron if one of their palladins is so unintelligent that he is regularly mocked by his teammates?

None of the palladins get it, until the leader tells them word for word what pidge and hunk had said.

Now, Lance has to prove his intelligence to an entire planet, and now he knows that pidge and hunk think so lowly of him that they'd mock him out in public, where anyone could hear-- and then not even realize what they had done.

Lance goes through a bunch of trials and shit, and eventually everyone apologizes (but not before some bamf Lance stuff)

Not sure if I'd ever have time or motivation to write this out, but it's in my brain, so here, tumblr, have it.