#like sir wHAT ARE YOU DOING

[here-comes-the-moose]

I can’t get over how for a good chunk of Season 3 Crosshair is trying to convince Omega, his brothers, and himself that he’s a bad guy and should be left behind, allowed to sacrifice himself, etc. and the whole time all anyone is seeing is this:

[alicent-archive]

Does anyone remember how deeply unserious Criston looked with his little fuck ass hat?

[icewaterforicequeen]

Lena the "housekeeper"

Before Kendra arrives at Fablehaven, we see her internal monologue theorizing that maybe Grandpa Sorenson is secretly divorced and that's why Ruth is never around.

Then Kendra gets to the house and finds out that her grandfather has an unrelated pretty old lady living in the same house as him. I mean, it turned out innocent, but I would have had some *thoughts*

[shadow-bagel]

i absolutely hate, despise, detest, and loathe slow burn fics (affectionate)

[ameliaenya404]

Hawks would lie about his height on dating apps I just know he would.

[pleasesetmywagononfire]

Anyone else’s theatre teachers make the whole class lay on the floor in the dark and then try to hypnotize yall?

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[musubiki]

balor 🥰

[n0ahsferatu]

my dear friend @marlenacantswim asked me to draw the TOS yaoi polycule and i want you to know this is what the whole show is like to me

[shotmrmiller]

forcing your presence onto simon late at night because insomnia and a cup of tea always helps, or so they say, but you were taught better than to not offer others some but now the steaming cup is just sitting on the table to cool while you carefully sip on yours.

he doesn't look at it, you, nothing. keeps his eyes fixed on whatever he's doing, maybe cleaning his gun or something. fine. what matters is that you did your part.

and it eventually becomes routine. every night, like clockwork, he's darkening a corner in the coffee room and you've got a kettle warming. and every night, he ignores everything in his peripheral.

until he doesn't. it starts slow. you're already headed for the door, hand covering your yawn when he picks up the mug and takes a sniff. then, it's the tiniest sip, as if it's got teeth. come morning, the mug you used and his are clean, drying on a dish mat.

the following night, he waits for you to put it on the table before grabbing it. "you've a shit hand," he mutters. "left to steep too long. more bitter than the cigars price smokes."

okay. bastard. the next pot is too bland. calls it dog water. but he drinks all of it just the same. little to no sugar, splash of milk. the stare he leveled your way when he added milk could've destroyed the block.

"secrets safe with me, lieutenant. swear it."

unless he's tearing your ego into tatters with his scathing tea critique, he says nothing else. listens well enough, though. maybe. his eyes look blank most of the time. but he lets you ramble without interruption about nonsensical stuff; your day, your job, soap being the usual nuisance.

it's nice.

and then you fall ill. nothing water and cocooning yourself with your bedsheets for a day or three can't fix.

but then there's a very violent knocking on your door, hard enough to rattle it in its hinges, flaring the already painful throbbing that sits behind your eyes. no matter how hard you try to tell them to piss off, they don't.

"open the door."

now you've got a 6'2+ man barreling into your bedroom, turning his unnerving gaze your way. his eyes flick to your runny nose, chapped lips and wrinkled sleeping clothes.

"you're sick." brilliant observation. truly a man worth his sniper position.

"yes. i'm quite-" your words come to settle behind your clenched teeth as you watch him dig into his front pockets and pull out crinkled tea bags. and open your cabinets because now you're the visitor and he the (g)host.

you'd rather drink battery acid than another one of his brews. it made your eyes prick with tears, burned as it went down, warmed your chest. it was lukewarm when you drank it.

(he clears up a space on your foot table, and by clear up i mean use an arm to shove everything off the edge so he can continue to clean his weapons. has your couch always been that small?)

[martyrbat]

batman and harley quinn #4

harvey singing duets at random karaoke bars is actually so dear to me....

[ananxiousgenz]

noel: *starts talking about the horrifying, manipulative ruler of the dreamlands, the Great Old One Who Will Drive You Mad*

arthur, john, and the entire audience:

[dnpg-hiatus-survivor]

the hard launch was actually when dan said he couldnt wear dangly earrings because phil is “clumsy” 🤨

[herejusttosufferalong]

Just gonna enjoy my time here for awhile

[artsekey]

Went to apply for a job, midway through I learned that the person hiring is someone I respect very, very much in my field (who I have never spoken to), then saw the application site was closed (How Did I Miss the Deadline for this Really Cool Job!!!!) and then saw that it was the website's fault and that they were taking applications through LinkedIn DM's. So I did the premium trial & sent my reel in, and they told me they're sending it to recruitment/leads and that it's a good reel!!!! And then the person I have respected for years sent me a friend request!

I'm beside myself!!

[solargeist]

nervous parent things