#me. I was first. holy shit

[rosecolouredheart]

YEAH NO SHIT MY GUY.

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[b0nelessdoodles]

tfw you're three deep in anchordeep and you get the notif that you're baby has been neglected so you turn into a speedrunner to get home

[lukellios]

What a difference six years makes

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

So I finally watched Puss in Boots 2....

[watercolor-hearts]

Lando about collaborating with Herend Porcelain for his 2024 Hungarian GP helmet

“To race in this helmet is very special, because there hasn't been many occasions when I made a helmet with someone, especially not with a brand like Herend that's been making pretty incredible things like this for a long time. It's really special to me. The fact that I can race with this hopeful means that I'll drive faster thanks to it. Last year we were close to winning, we finished second, so hopefully this time I can make a step forward, and it'd be nice if I could not only bring home this helmet but a new Herend trophy, too.”

Source: Herendi Porcelánmanufaktúra Zrt. – Facebook

[jade-len]

there was a weird ass part in my dream where shen yuan was like the chinese version of mr beast and i was his media manager or whatever and luo binghe was a reoccurring contestant but every time he participated he'd always win and get the money so, like, of course people started suspecting favoritism and cheating and it didn't help that when questioned shen yuan would just go "well it's not my fault you guys suck compared to my good boy white lotus sheep" which, mind you, did not look very good considering that binghe was still bunhe age which then also led to a whole other controversy where the internet suspected that rich man shen yuan was grooming binghe and i was genuinely so stressed out because shen yuan would say shit without fucking going to me first and it got to the point where shang qinghua saw my miserable ass and felt bad and took me out to eat at this noodle place (thank you airplane bro) but as i was enjoying this much needed break a notification from twitter popped up and it was a picture of binghe sitting on shen yuan's lap and i just quit my job right there.

[rambles-about-minecraft-ocs]

one of my favorite things about zedaph is that on a server full of people that find strange and oft-overlooked minecraft mechanics or rare events and then see just how far they can push them in the name of spectacle or efficiency or world-breaking, zed is over here finding these mechanics in order to do the weirdest things he can think of in as entertaining a manner as possible

like i 100% have faith in zedaph's theoretical ability to be just as efficient or spectacular or world-breaking. if he wanted to do that stuff, i trust that he absolutely could. but thats so far from being his priority. instead, hes going to spend around a week of irl time focused entirely on eventually having the good luck to spawn in something insanely rare so that he can convert it into something even rarer, the result of which being something that 99% of the server reacts with complete and utter shock that it even exists in the first place, just because its zany and funny and he wanted to. and i love that

[yesloulou]

Things in Max and Daniel's goodie bags for each other Pre-season 2017

1. Flowers 🌷

2. Australian Cork Hat:

3. Rejection letter from the Sebastian Vettel Fan Club:

4. Tim Tams 🍫

5. CD:

6. Comb:

Full video

[firefly-party]

"You clean up nicely, Stevie"

cw: mentioned blood and gore | mafia/mob AU | steddie pre-murderhusbands relationship big thanks to @dapandapod for beta reading and improving my poor attempt to write sth

Steve Harrington is good at his job. He's quick, he is thorough and most importantly, he doesn't ask questions.

There's nothing that could shock him anymore. He's seen everything.

Steve doesn’t mind severed limbs, gore, blood and body fluids, sometimes creatively mixed in more ways than are pleasant to imagine.

He's used to it, and cleaning it is what earns him a nice living as a crime scene cleaner.

Or just... scene cleaner maybe.

He doesn't work with the police or authorities. No, his specialty lies outside the law, which means he arrives before a mess becomes a nuisance. He cleans until there is not a speck of blood left, until there is nothing to indicate that something happened there. Was there ever a crime committed if there is no crime scene?

The money's amazing by the way. Of course cleaning the remains is a shit job but if you add the hush money on top, well, ain't that a nice bonus.

Again, Steve doesn't ask questions. He doesn't care. It's none of his business.

–

Eddie's shoes are squeaking in the puddle of blood he tried and failed to not step into.

He flips the business card around and squints at the hurried scribble of a phone number that was added right under the name "Stevie".

He trusts Chrissy's background check.

They were in a dire need of a new guy after the previous one decided to catch a bullet with his face after snooping one time too many. 

Eddie looks up to the blood stained walls and ceiling and dials the number on the card.

"Hello?"

"Watergate Street 53", is all Eddie replies.

"How many?", Stevie asks.

"Uhm, five?"

"You sure? Might wanna go check again?", Stevie laughs into the phone.

Bitch.

"It's five." Eddie answers, annoyed.

There's a low whistle. "Alright, I'll be there in 20. Payment upfront. 50k."

Then the line goes dead. Eddie rolls his eyes, pockets his phone and looks around for a clean spot to sit while he waits.

–

It's exactly three hours and thirty two minutes later when Stevie empties his water bucket for the last time.

Eddie watches curiously as Stevie takes off the gloves, mask and safety glasses he arrived in. Eddie didn't mean to stick around but he's not trusting this new guy yet (he's also curious, sue him). 

His gaze turns into a stare when the other man pulls down the zipper of his squeaky yellow biohazard suit, throwing back the hood and running a clean hand through his sweat soaked hair. He has a strong jaw and long, mole dotted neck that Eddie just wants to taste.

Eyes wide, Eddie’s not able to hold back the sharp intake of breath as he watches in horror the moment Stevie's eyes lock with his and -

Fuck.

Stevie's lips curl into a smirk.

Eddie is so fucked.

[the-jade-jester27]

Citrine just got a SHIT TON of notes so imma post some doodles

The TF2 x SU au belongs to @lenny-link

also should I make a gem of Watchdog? I've made an attempt one time around when I first designed Citrine but should I try again?

[j-l-kepler]

I'm gonna miss you when you go to heaven 'n I don't.

FRICK IT, i made this about a month ago and worked up some courage to post cuz i'm pretty proud of this ngl. i'm no longer content to simply sit upon this and show nary a soul.

SAD SACK, by the immensely skilled artistic duo comprised of @meanbossart and @barbatusart, has refused to leave the corners of my mind, yall. it lives here rent-free

i definitely have trouble pinning down which of the characters is my favorite, but Stone is easily the one that intrigues me the most. revisiting his chapter causes my art brain to spin around in my skull like a hurricane

guess i'm a fan art guy now. fine by me, man

[sualne]

shopping with the worstie for the bestie

[horridvilecreature]

Recent Pastra fanart I still kinda like

Made these a good second ago but Ive just now thought about actually using my tumblr acc and uploading them here aswell (they did so bad on twt anywayz lmaoo)

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[trashmouthsworld]

I'm about to start crying screaming throwing up because Hannibal was a little boy once. He loved his sister and learned to draw and was scared of the dark. He learned how to cook and play the harpsichord and read bedtime stories. He lost his parents before he could even really know them and lost his sister way too young to know what losing a loved one feels like. He buried her and no one understood him and all the beauty he saw in everything, even the stuff that other people saw as grotesque. He woke up every day and thought the world was beautiful even with all its loss. He probably dreamt of meeting someone someday that would take him away and understand him and the things he does. He probably dreamt of true love.