#like yall come on

[carolineesnell]

why it is that when people are writing a fic for a certain character they add tags for different characters. Like if it’s a fic for Tom riddle x reader, they add tags for Malloy x reader or Harry x reader, EVEN X OC. SOMETIMES EVEN CHARACTERS THAT ARENT EVEN IN THE SAME SHOW/MOVIE/COMIC.

Also, if it’s a poly fic, you shouldn’t be adding regular tags like the ones I said earlier. You should only be adding ones like this for example:

Poly!maruaders x reader OR Remus x Sirius x James x reader.

NOT!!! Each character with the reader or oc.

Adding other characters in this way in the tags, from what I’ve seen, was never a thing until around just last year.

LIKE YALL PLEASE STOP ADDING TAGS THAT ARENT PART OF THAT SPECIFIC FIC.

[phlonde]

i’m on the floor

[kaisollisto]

I keep seeing edits that are edited to the song we both reached for the gun from the Chicago musical and hhhhhhhhhhghh. I hate it. Rigid transitions from clip to clip isn't bad except only if there's an emphasis for it. You can't have choppy transitions because then the decision to chop it up loses its charm. The repetition of it glosses over the intended effect. Also the text that bounces back and forth between the scenes are distracting. There's no rhyme or reason for it except in some key places (but how do you differentiate those KEY scenes from the normal clips you've spliced in there if it all follows the same formatting?) and the edits I've seen so far just have them in aesthetically pleasing places.

You lose the meaning and emphasis of the lyrics when your piece is ruled by a theme that is chaotic. It's just 💥AAAAAAA. but to be fair the only lyrics you see on screen repeated over and over is "the gun. They both reach for the gun."

And it makes my editing heart die a little bit inside. 😮‍💨 I see too many edits that of course take work but garner more attention than those that have more variables added.

[heavyheavycream]

PART 1 of @pokefan-fa 's huuge feederism commission!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Do any of you remember Scott's games before FNAF?

[sparemoon]

RELEASE THE DA2 VARRIC ROMANCE ENDING BIOWARE

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[rookanisstuff]

“tell me this ends with me asleep in your arms”

[holyblanchett]

I used to pray for times like this

[creatingblackcharacters]

Finally got to see Kendrick's Superbowl performance! My feedback:

1. This is a Masterclass in "I'm not Black, how do I sing these songs" because they didn't let him say a single cuss word and not a singular n word😭 that was for y'all. I was cussing. Every word. So it's possible!

2. Oh the messages were unreal. I loved this performance. "It wasn't fun" this man just spoke the importance of Blackness to America, how I'm forced to play a game I was always meant to lose, and all its unserved promises to my community in exchange for said game while Herr Donald Trump was in the audience. Fuck your fun, there was something that needed to be SAID!

3. It was also incredibly fun! I am a huge fan of Peekaboo, so to hear him perform it was 😤😤😤🤌🏾🔥

4. They needed to turn up his mic. I feel like they did that outta fear. Unfortunate.

5. Camera work level KPop music video 😤

6. It's always wild to me how white America loves Samuel L Jackson despite his very pro Black history. Perfect choice for Uncle Sam indeed!

7. 😈🚶🏾‍♀️"Say Drake" 🚶🏾‍♀️😈

8. "Game Over" at the end was superior wordplay. Game over as in I'm not playing white America's games anymore, game over as in Drake's finished and I win. Iconic. 🤌🏾🔥

I might have to actually go see him live fr 👀

[hinamie]

wanted to practice some more intense angry expressions and what better excuse to further my agenda of giving megumi the emotional catharsis he deserves

[velvetwyrme]

You know how some people start crying when they get mad? Imagine Fell!Papyrus like that. I like to think he's still the same when he grows up too, but just looks and acts mad all the time even when he isn't.

Also, extra babybones that couldn't fit on the page. what a grumpy lil guy.

[icelogged]

[not-equippedforthis]

forever mourning how granada holmes never adapted the three garridebs. diabolical. unbelievable, even. 'if you had killed watson you would not have made it out of this room alive' but in brett's frightfully intense and low, biting, hissing voice. the violent, wild stare versus the gentle hand on watson's knee. all of that precarious control getting flung out the window. the humanity of it. gritting my teeth can you fucking imagine.

[chloesimaginationthings]

New FNAF themed banner for Patreon,,

[ennas-aesthetic]

If we DO ever get a Good Omens season 3 (and fingers crossed we will) then using the Second Coming as the narrative device to facilitate the final culmination of Good Omens' ideology and message is brilliant, actually.

Because the Second Coming IS NOT another Adam situation. And, contrary to the misconceptions I've seen, It IS NOT about Jesus being born again as a baby, etc, etc.

THE SECOND COMING. QUITE LITERALLY refers to THE LAST JUDGMENT.

As in. The SAME Last Judgment Michelangelo painted on the walls of the Sistine Chapel. As in - THE JUDGMENT of the Living and the Dead. THE LAST, FINAL, ETERNAL JUDGMENT.

It's the WHOLE thing Armageddon was leading towards. Book of Revelation speedrun: the world ends, everyone dies, and then they get resurrected again to be judged by JESUS himself. He will flick through the Book of Life (WINK WINK WINK DO YOU SEE HOW LOUDLY I'M WINKING AT YOU???), and if your name is there he will go "oh nice you deserve eternal paradise! :D" and if your name is ERASED from the Book of Life he will go "oh no, sorry, you go to the lake of fire for eternity now D:" (except apparently in Good Omens lore it'd just DOOM YOU TO NON-EXISTENCE FOREVER???)

And if you THINK about it, The Last Judgment is the ultimate manifestation of moral absolutism. No shades of gray, no chances. Just BLACK, and WHITE. Never mind that you're like Wee Morag and Elspeth, who are forced to do "bad" things because of circumstances. It's either you pass Judgment Day, or you burn (or disappear forever.) And the way THINGS are going in the Good Omens universe? I don't think there's ANYONE "good" enough to be "saved." Not Crowley, not Aziraphale. Hell, not even the Archangels themselves.

So it provides a PERFECT opportunity for Aziraphale and Crowley to UPEND that SYSTEM entirely.

I think that's what Crowley and Aziraphale would do in s3: establish a new kind of system in which angels and demons have free will to determine the right (or wrong) choice.

Giving them the APPLE, so to speak.

And then they'll go off to retire in a cottage, together at last.