#it's getting so dire

[stabbingandorbeingstabbed]

somebody needs to take one for the team and have a weird thing with me a guy i work with that i've never actually talked to addressed me by name when he had to get past me in the back and my first thought was What are we......

[feelo-fick]

OH WAITER!!!!! WAITER!!!! MORE PINING LAIOS AND CLUELESS CHILCHUCK PLEASE!!!!!!!

[sualne]

something i wish i'd see more in trigun fanarts is people having vash speak their native/non-english languages completely unprompted, ive seen folks have him speak french, which he canonically knows, but i really do believe he's a polyglot. mostly because of that one time in the desert when he saw the samurai and wanted to greet him in japanese but struggled to remember how to even say hello.

my headcanon is that rem had them learn as many languages as possible but with the big fall and so many people dying, which i think is what led english to became No man's land main (or even only?) language, means that vash (and knives!) both got horribly out of practice and are various sort of rusty in every others languages.

what im saying if there's any pun or joke you've been dying to write but just doesn't work in english vash (and knives!!) are right there!

[imaredshirt]

Give me a Stan who thinks Fiddleford doesn't know how to throw a punch, much less defend himself in a fight with your average goon, so one morning he takes it upon himself to show the nerd a few basic jabs and hooks and maybe an uppercut or two behind the cabin, because let's face it, there's gonna be a time when Stan can't be there to take a hit for the guy or defend his nerd butt. So he's gonna teach him some stuff for his own peace of mind.

Fiddleford just kind of genially goes along with it, following Stan around the back of the cabin and watching with hands on his hips and a smile as Stan gets into position.

"This is one of the most basic punches in the world, so pay attention, 'cause I'm not gonna show you again," Stan says, knees slightly bent and fists up.

Fidds nods. "You've got my full attention, Stanley."

Stan isn't sure if he's imagining the way Fidds is eyeing him up and down, but he automatically flexes his arms a little more than he needs to. Up ahead, Ford is sitting on a tree stump and taking samples of the air or something (Stan had stopped listening to Ford's explanation once his words went from interesting to Big Science Shit that Stanley Does NOT Care About) and he's watching them with this amused grin, rolling his eyes skyward when Stan won't stop flexing and showing his arms off.

Stan ignores him and rolls his shoulders before jabbing his fists forward in a quick one-two. "There - you catch that?"

Fidds has got his arms crossed now and gives Stan a thumbs up. "Sure did!"

"See, just like this," Stan says, and shows him again despite saying earlier that he wouldn't.

He shows him a few more punches, going over each one a couple times before telling the engineer to mirror him, even getting in close to adjust the guy's scrawny arms and balled fists. He's being real professional about it and everything and doesn't understand why Ford keeps grinning and shaking his head at them, which is making him a little incensed but he stamps it down because Fidds is watching him with this nerdy, dopey smile while letting himself be maneuvered around and he's gotta learn to defend himself 'cause Stan can't stand the thought of some jerkwad wiping that smile off the nerd's face.

"See," he says near the end of the lesson, tapping his fist right against Fidds’s chin. "Do it right and your fist'll hit right here."

Fidds tilts his head a fraction at the touch. "Well alright then, seems easy enough."

"Yeah, like I said, if you do it right. Gimme your hand-" he takes Fidds’s wrist and taps the guy's balled fist against his own stubbly jaw. "Right here. You got that?"

Fidds nods. "Sure do!"

"Good." Stan drops Fidds’s wrist and gets into position again. "Then come on - lay one on me."

Fidds pulls back and blinks at him. "Come again?"

"Hit me!" Stan taps his jaw. "Right here!"

The guy suddenly looks nervous and galnces over at Ford for help. "Hit you? Stanley, I don't think-"

This is what Stan means. Fidds isn't always gonna be able to look to him or Ford to save him. He gets this weird, uncomfortable feeling in his chest at the thought of Fidds facing off against some asshat on his own, and that alone is enough to keep him from letting the guys off easy, if only to get rid of the weird feeling. Maybe a bit selfish but he doesn't care.

"Ah, come on, one little punch ain't gonna hurt ya, Fidds."

"I'm not worried about me," Fidds says, and then frowns when Stan barks a laugh.

"You think you're gonna hurt ME?"

Fidds is still frowning when Ford calls over in an amused, warning tone, "This is not a good idea, Stanely!"

"Just worry about your air test or whatever and leave us alone," Stan calls back. Ford shrugs and scribbles something in his journal, and when Stan turns back to Fidds, Fidds is finally getting into position.

He looks unsure, watching Stan nervously as Stan stands before him with his arms crossed.

"Hey, not bad form - you ready?"

"Well, I suppose so," Fidds says, accent coming in a little thicker than before. "Stan, if you're sure, I should probably warn ya-"

"Don't tell me nothing, just punch me!"

Fidds presses his lips into a line and throws his fist - and jabs Stan on the chin just hard enough to tilt Stan's head half an inch to the side.

"That's it?" Stan guffaws and shakes his head. "That was barely a tap!"

"I don't wanna hurt ya!" Fidds says, sounding so conflicted that Stan gets this urge to pull him into a headlock and ruffle his hair and drive the worry away.

Instead he riles him up.

"Please," he says. "Fidds, look - one of these days I'm not gonna be there to take a hit for you, and then what're you gonna do? Just let some jerk punch ya around?"

Fidds looks slightly perplexed. "Where is this all comin from? No, Stanley, I am NOT gonna just let some jerk punch me around."

"Good! So you gotta learn to defend yourself!" Fidds still looks unsure, so Stan tries a different angle. "Okay, how 'bout this - what if some jerks are beating up on me and Ford, huh? You're just gonna let em?"

Fidds looks up. "What? No, I am not!"

"You're gonna defend us?"

"Dangnabbit, Stan - of course I am!"

"Not gonna let us get our teeth kicked out?"

"What!? No!"

"Then show me!" Stan slaps a hand against his own chin. "Right here, come on! I'm some jerk who just threw your friend Stan to the ground and I'm about to kick him in the gut, what're ya gonna-"

The blow lands hard. Stan's head jerks to the side and he's thrown off balance, and he sees actual stars before his vision clears again and he realizes he's crumpled on the ground. His head swims as hands pull him around onto his back.

"Mother o pearl!" Fidds gasps. He's got his hands on Stan's face, careful touch at complete odds with the punch he'd just landed in the same place. "Are you alright? I am so sorry! I hit ya and you weren't even ready and - you just got me so riled up and I tried to tell ya and I shoulda said earlier instead o just lettin ya show me all those moves, but I just wanted to, well - goddangit, Ford, this ain't funny."

Ford's laughing as he comes up behind them, looking down at where Stan is staring kinda dazedly up at Fidds, who's kneeling by his side in the cool grass. "We did try to tell him, Fiddleford."

"Tell me what?" Stan demands. His jaw is already aching but Fidds’s hands feel kinda good so he doesn't tell him to move.

"Fiddleford was a boxing champion back back in his hometown," Ford says.

Stan blinks. "Bwuh-?"

"Not much of a champion," Fidds says with a wince, but he's blushing a bit as he goes on, "It was never anythin official, but - well, I did win more than a few matches at some backyard parties, see, and - well, people usually don't think I got any hittin power or can defend myself, but my Ma's been all too happy to teach me since I was little, and-"

The guy's rambling, and Stan quits being able to understand what he's saying half way through cause the accent is coming in thick and Ford’s chuckling and standing there looking proud of his best friend and Stan’s a little worried that he's still jarred from the hit, cause when he looks at Fidds kneeling there, one hand one Stan's chest and the other bashfully rubbing his neck while he rambles on - he's still seeing stars.

Later, while Stan sits in the living room with an bag of ice in his jaw and Fiddleford sitting next to him, still rambling about all the times he'd knocked a few guys into the mud in some backcountry hoedown get-together or whatever, Stan can lean back and relax and grin, knowing Fidds is gonna be just fine.

He can't wait to teach him wrestling.

[nonas-third-tantrum]

a royal conspiracy brews in the nine houses

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edit: please pretend this says tower prince not crown prince ok? unless that’s part of the conspiracy…who can say for sure…

[thatsheetyghost]

For everyone dooming over the SCOTUS decision, know this: It isn’t over. We just cannot depend on the judicial system to save us.

We have to fucking vote; we have to tell the fucking conservative hacks that handed down the decision that their plan to turn the US into a Christofascist shithole where anyone non-white, non-male, and non-straight is sent to the gas chamber WILL NOT come to pass.

Vote for Biden, no matter what, to tell the fucking Court that they will NOT take the country and our futures away from us.

[vaunteir]

"a warning before you go any further.."

"he will lie, he will cheat, and he will do everything in his power to stop you from slaying him. don't believe a word he says."

- ⚔️ -

bonus doodles under the cut

little introduction for my twst x stp au (because combining two obsessions interests of mine is a very crucial factor for keeping me sane).

i just might write a fic for it. maybe.

bonus:

[surreal-duck]

absolutely criminal i hadnt drawn them before this

[leafsfromthevine]

the boys are fighting (together. homoerotically, even).

[fjordfolk]

Its late so she's sleepy but we're also in the final days of me working as many hours as I can physically bear, so enjoy:

Acutely understimulated Spart

[heavenly-eclipse]

beautiful woman i’d do anything for you

[valtsv]

"i will be better than they made me" or "filth teaches filth" for today 😑🚬

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ outfit combination prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

➴ pick from as many or as few of the below categories as you like, and let the story lead you where it wants.

choose 5 and 23 for a frantic, bloodied chase through the woods that end in a tumble after a clunky boot catches on a tree root.

1, 15 and 33 could see a gruff white-collar type dragged from their comfortable solitude at a bar by a passing bachelorette party to join the fun.

or maybe 4 and 16 sees your mc throwing open the doors to a&e, not having even wasted time in changing out of their pjs, arriving just in time to see their loved one wheeled out of sight in a hospital gown as ashen as their bloodless face.

༊*👕🧥👚·˚ a top

¹⁾ a crisp white button-up

²⁾ an old, faded band shirt

³⁾ a patterned bikini top

⁴⁾ a paper hospital gown

⁵⁾ a blood-splattered undershirt

⁶⁾ a beaten leather jacket

⁷⁾ a warm, loosely-buttoned flannel

⁸⁾ a delicate, embroidered lace bralette

⁹⁾ a plush, expensive hotel bathrobe

¹⁰⁾ a stolen hoodie

༊*👖🩲🩳·˚ a pair of pants

¹¹⁾ blue swim shorts

¹²⁾ ripped jeans

¹³⁾ baggy sweatpants

¹⁴⁾ a glittery miniskirt

¹⁵⁾ pressed suit pants

¹⁶⁾ cartoon-patterned pyjama pants

¹⁷⁾ basketball shorts in bright team colours

¹⁸⁾ faded cargo pants

¹⁹⁾ loose boxer shorts

²⁰⁾ a draped sarong

༊*🥾👟👠·˚ some shoes

²¹⁾ bare feet

²²⁾ soft, plush slippers

²³⁾ dust-caked hiking boots

²⁴⁾ weathered sneakers

²⁵⁾ tall high heels

²⁶⁾ cheap plastic flip flops

²⁷⁾ combat boots with one missing lace

²⁸⁾ soft house slippers

²⁹⁾ tough steel-toe safety shoes

³⁰⁾ new running shoes

༊*·💍👜🌂˚ an accessory

³¹⁾ a pair of sunglasses with one cracked lens

³²⁾ a lacquered string of rosary beads

³³⁾ a costume-shop feather boa

³⁴⁾ a straining tote bag

³⁶⁾ a motorcycle helmet

³⁷⁾ an oddly heavy duffel bag

³⁸⁾ a souvenir baseball cap

³⁹⁾ an overflowing plastic grocery bag

⁴⁰⁾ a wedding ring (or, the absence of one)

[fleabagdiaz]

eddie is so. this man will do ANYTHING to pretend he’s the most nonchalant guy in the world ohhh nothing gets to me it’s all good everything is chill my wife died and then my son almost died and my best friend almost died looking for him but I’m gonna crack jokes about it haha lol!!!! and if I can’t joke about something then I’m just gonna. well either join a fight club and hide the bruises and accidentally almost kill a guy OR Literally Pretend It Doesn’t Exist. but it’s all good and I’m so fine and I’m so in control of my life!!!!!! except it turns out I’m actually a human pressure cooker!! bc I have enormous feelings that I insist upon repressing hahahaha!!! I’m the most nonchalant guy on earth!!!!

[starryjoy]

y'all gotta start thinking critically before you reblog anything that's tagged as "transandrophobia" for fuck sake