#like bro cmon now

[ohfuckiamsohardrn]

i exist in this moment solely to remind you that husk canonically likes bdsm

[wlwsakura]

Kick her ass mommy ino!

it's like you walk up to someone's house knock on their door and when they open you go 'i hate your house! :) i much prefer this one' and showing some completely different house

[mionkings]

GRAVITY FALLS SPOILERS MAYBE? FOR THISISNOTAWEBSITEDOTCOM.COM — AT LEAST WITH BILL CIPHER AND STAN PINES/GRUNKLE

This involves thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com and Bill's PTSD involving Stan along with a theory of Bill Cipher possibly still in Grunkle Stan's mind.

So I've been seeing some people concerned over the idea that Bill Cipher hasn't left Stan's mind at least not fully, and while I do also have some belief that maybe some remnant is still there—perhaps it's just Bill's remains left behind all while his soul is trapped in Theraprism.

But the idea that Bill still has access to Stan like before, nah.

In reality; I highly doubt it, it feels just like at the end of The Book of Bill: where Bill snaps over the mere idea that Stanley must've influenced the reader not to join him, just him viscerally screaming out Grunkle Stan's name— resulting with Bill in the void swearing that someone will let him out.

Bill Cipher is labeled with Max Security Rec in the Theraprism, that implies that he's clearly being watched even if they had this one 'slip up' with the Book of Bill. They still hold more power over him since they confiscate his book after five minutes :)

To me, it feels like he's lashing out now—Bill is now what he considers his lowest and is raging at Stanley for not only beating him, for being a cheaper version of Sixer, but for also being happy. To me: Bill is desperate; he's trying to plant doubt that they fully purged him from Stan's mind in which I highly doubt that either the Axolotl or the Theraprism wouldn't notice.

—

But we'll see what happens if any updates come again, maybe I'm wrong and Bill isn't truly gone from the Pines Family 🤷‍♀️ but from what we've been seeing, Bill is grasping at straws now and clearly he's mad that he underestimated Grunkle Stan lmao get rekt loser

[bumblydumbly]

insane how people act like charles is ‘the jealous one’ like edwin didnt spend the whole first episode screaming crying throwing up every time charles looked at crystal and not him

[transfemyoungblood]

they are both trans girls. you agree.

[justaz]

post magic reveal, post magic ban lifted, arthur gets to see merlin in all his glory and somehow falls deeper in love with him than he ever thought possible. merlin who is free and accepted and loved and ecstatic by it all, but there's that thought lingering in the back of his mind that only half of their destiny has been fulfilled. magic has returned to camelot but albion is still fractured in many different kingdoms, many of which are still holding onto the hate that uther spread which is seeping into the very fabric of the earth itself. druids and magic users and even magic creatures are still persecuted all across the realm and yeah camelot opened her arms to them but not everyone trusts it (justifiably).

arthur who is choking on the sheer amount of love he has for merlin and promising himself that he'll tell merlin, he'll confess, even if he feelings aren't reciprocated. merlin will know. merlin who has been chewing on an idea for some time now and is planning on bringing it up to arthur. its night as merlin is dressing arthur for bed and they're both quiet and tense. they break at the same time and end up speaking over one another. arthur allows merlin to go first since his nerves are eating away at him. then merlin speaks of leaving.

arthur feels his nerves rot and decay and fall into a bottomless pit. merlin is rambling about how every magical being in albion is still being targeting by various kingdoms and as the prophesied emrys, magic incarnate, druid king, should he not be doing more to help? he doesn't want to leave arthur's side, but he does want to help his people. he's seen only a fraction of the atrocities committed against them and he wishes to protect them, give them somewhere completely safe, a kingdom of magic so to speak. he promises that he'll only be gone for as long as it takes to establish a kingdom (a year? two? three?) but he promises to write and visit often...as long as arthur gives him permission and allows him to leave his service for the time being.

arthur of course agrees, half unhappy about it but completely understanding. surely, out of everyone, he is the one who can understand the weight of responsibility weighing on merlin's shoulders. he mentions that merlin will need someone with experience wearing the crown to guide him. plus, balance. merlin was always there for arthur, guiding him on how to be a better man, a great king, someone worthy of the praise he constantly spewed. it's only right that arthur gets to return that by helping merlin establish a safe haven and home for his people. and politically, camelot being the first kingdom to recognize merlin's and establish some trade agreement or treaty with them will strengthen merlin's kingdom's status and send a message that camelot stands with magic.

merlin smiles wide and asks what arthur was going to say. the king hesitates before biting his tongue and requesting that merlin bring up the honey cakes that had been prepared earlier that night. two of them. since merlin was no longer in his service, he didn't have to stand by and watch arthur eat - not that he ever did, the idiot loved to steal his food. shamelessly!! he never even tried to hide it. they both sat at the table in his chambers until late in the night, nibbling away at the sweets, chasing it down with wine, and chatting away.

arthur wasn't able to confess, but it did not change his feelings. if anything, merlin's heart and the decision he made only added fuel to the raging inferno of love and devotion within arthur. he knows that merlin will keep in contact and will return to his side one day. he gets through the tough days/nights by rereading merlin's letters and imagining seeing him again in royal garb and donning a crown.

[alexbutrandomthoughts]

Never getting attached to a side character again. "Oh man, i really like Lord Wind Master! They're so fun and adorable, i sure hope he sticks around!!"

Tgcf why would you do this to me. Why. OF ALL CHARACTERS TGCF, OF ALL OF EM.

[echo-goes-mmm]

Ambrose and Elliot #28

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Warnings: strangulation 

He couldn’t move. His old master straddled his lap, looking right at him, and he couldn’t move.

How was he here?

He opened his mouth to scream for Ambrose to help him, for anyone, but nothing came out. Master smiled that horrible smile, and wrapped his cold hands around his neck.

He began to squeeze, tearing the breath from him. Elliot wheezed, gasping for air. He pulled at Master’s hands, prying at his fingers, but he only tightened his grip like a vice.

Master leaned down. “You’re never going to get away from me,” he whispered into his ear. “Did you really think you could?”

Blood ran down Master’s wrists as Elliot frantically clawed at his hands and arms.

His strength was fading fast. He weakly tried to hit Master, but he dodged it with ease, laughing.

His vision went black.

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Elliot woke up with a gasp. He shot up, his head and heart pounding. He was alone.

There was no weight pinning him down, no pressure on his throat. He gulped down the cool night air.

It was only a dream. It was only a dream.

He pushed his sweaty bangs up his forehead. His chest heaved, and his legs were tangled in the covers.

He pulled his knees to his chest, hugging them tight, and tried not to sob.

The stuffed bear Ambrose had given him lay on the floor. It must have fallen while Elliot thrashed in his sleep.

Elliot leaned over to pick up the bear. He smoothed over its fur. “Sorry,” he told it.

The bear’s black button eyes looked back at him, and he felt a bit silly for apologizing to a toy.

He shivered, sweat cooling on his skin.

It was a chilly night. Elliot put the bear back on his bed, and pulled a blanket over his shoulders.

His socked feet didn’t make a sound as he crossed over the wooden floor.

Elliot took the fire poker from the stand and prodded the glowing embers in his fireplace. He pushed in some more logs with the poker, and went back to bed.

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He couldn’t get back to sleep. 

Every time he closed his eyes, he could hear Master’s laugh and feel his cold hands on his throat. 

The logs hadn’t caught yet, and it seemed like an omen for how the rest of night would go if he stayed here.

He threw off the covers again, and grabbed his bear. 

Ambrose wouldn’t be mad, right? He said he loved Elliot. Whatever that really meant.

He shuffled out of his room and went upstairs. He didn’t bother knocking on the outer door.

He closed it quietly. The fading scent of incense still hung in the air. Master Ambrose must have been up late, or perhaps the night was younger than he thought.

Elliot knocked on the bedroom door before turning the handle.

Ambrose half sat up, leaning back on his elbow. 

“Ellie?” he groaned, rubbing his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Um, can I sleep with you tonight?” Elliot fidgeted with the stuffed bear.

Ambrose yawned. “Yeah, ‘course you can.”

Elliot crawled into bed, and Ambrose shuffled aside to make room. 

“You okay?” murmured Master Ambrose, pulling the covers over both of them.

“Yeah. Just had a bad dream.”

“Mmm.” Ambrose’s eyes fluttered, clearly half asleep. Elliot snuggled into him, bear still in his arms. 

It was nice and warm under the blankets, and Elliot knew Ambrose wouldn’t let his old master strangle him.

Ambrose’s faint flowers-and-bergamot perfume was soothing, and it was easy to fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing.

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Elliot woke up late in the morning. He looked around, and was surprised to see Ambrose propped up against the headboard, book in hand.

“Morning,” said Master Ambrose. He turned a page.

“Good morning, sir.”

“I think I’ll need to go to the bank in Lakeview soon.”

“Lakeview?” Elliot sat up. He didn’t know where that was.

“Mhm. I need to make a deposit and arrange some payments.” Ambrose put the book aside and stretched.

“I’ll be gone for a couple days. You can either come with me, or stay here, whichever you prefer.”

Ambrose hopped out of bed and began to dig through his dresser. “I’m going to take a bath,” he said, pulling out a set of clothes.

Elliot watched him go into the bathroom.

He didn’t want to travel all the way to Lakeview, but the idea of being left alone for two days made his skin crawl. Anyone could walk in.

Anyone, like his old master. Elliot shuddered.

Lakeview it was.

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[bearforceone3]

experimenting ft. booster gold

[darlingcloudie-9]

Hopped on that one ai site just to relentlessly bully my boy Silv because i love him and wtf. We cool now

[ohfuckiamsohardrn]

bro i love vox… bc he's so pathetic

alastor pulls up after 7 years, so vox makes a whole realm-wide announcement that says "HEY GUYS ALASTOR'S BACK BUT LIKE,WHO CARES, I SURE AS HELL DON'T"

like bro you're fucking obsessed

also… imagine you get so pissed at the mere existence of a person you've cut ties with that you short-circuit the every screen in hell. that is just sad 😭

[discjude]

Breaking my silence on this

exactly the same thing

[faunandfloraas]

The way the tumblr search system just doesn't work at all is very fun

[heartbreakincident]

the conversation with the racist lorry driver is so funny if you don't skip it because from kim's perspective, he's watching harry seem to learn what racism is in real time, and then he's just out of nowhere saying "wait no actually i don't like this, go fuck yourself!" harry i feel like maybe you should have already had a stance on this my guy.

[vivania]

annoyed i could've been in paris rn but also not because i know i would've never gone through the trouble to wait for him to get pics.

like no i wouldve wanted to meet him up randomly at some restaurant like im y/n, and he would ask me to show him the city and we wouldve ran away from the paparazzis. I would've been y/n 😔

lowkey a style icon tho im digging the pants

[milimeters-morales]

get behind me gwen ill shield you from all these haters