#motherfucking brilliant

[theerurishipper]

Damian Wayne is not a biter. He's a distinguished lil lad and would never let his teeth touch anyone else's greasy skin. Bruce is the biter. He'll bite anyone, from a random goon who captured him to fucking Superman (the only person he won't bite is Joker, because obviously there's some disease on that man's skin). Damian is constantly ashamed of him and takes every opportunity to roast him about it, which only makes Bruce double down. Bruce once tried to bite Ra's Al Ghul in front of Damian just to fuck with him. That's when Damian began designing his new costume.

[ghost-in-the-corner]

The theme for this episode: we live in a beautiful place full of eccentricities. Explore the world, cherish your relationships, and celebrate the small things that make us smile. Even when it ends, there's still something good to remember.

[fennecswife]

The way that David was talking to Ellie it seemed like he was trying to make her believe that

‘This is just a one time thing, we were starving I was protecting them that’s all’

Which obviously a big fucking lie

But like having joel in the boat house/ shed thing, he saw three bodies

I feel like this was another way to show instead of tell David’s manipulation and evilness

He’s been doing this, it hasn’t just started. And we as viewers (if we didn’t already know) are kind of finding out how evil he is as joel and Ellie are.

This man has been feeding his followers humans for a while, it wasn’t a one time thing, it wasn’t just to help them, it wasn’t just because that was the only solution

Which obviously this is all revealed very plainly as it unfolds but I just thought it was a really good touch in the showing us that this man is fucked up, and he’s been fucked up he’s not going to change

[gurn]

jimin hendrix.

[spooky-scary-slasher-hoes]

why bring out a new thanksgiving themed horror movie when the cinematic masterpiece of shit thankskilling (2007) already exists

[lady-madoona]

Wait, what? STEM people are the ones falling for conspiracy theories? Is this actually a thing? They, of all people, need to show pretty much all of their work, and the resources they used are peer reviewed. STEM people are not supposed to "believe" anything!! They can only accept facts when they cannot prove them wrong. Who are these STEM geniuses that are clearly failing at their jobs?

Also, while, English (or whatever your mother language is) classes are super important because you learn literary elements and reading comprehension which everyone needs so much and everyone should learn it without whining, BUT even without that, you are not supposed to just take anything at face value in science!! It goes against the structure of your work. You are supposed to scrutinise your findings and only move forward when you fail to prove otherwise, and you have to have other scientists check that you did stuff the right way.

Which is why I find it hard for a STEM person to be susceptible to conspiracy, unless they know it's wrong and perpetuating misinformation on purpose because they are dishonest, which is so much more dangerous.

[kuroganesbigyabbos]

I am sooooo normal about scum villain's self-saving system guys

[banditomojado]

Welp. That's it. Trump is gonna win this damn election. Fucker missed and now that stupid picture will be in your kids history books.

[nickbutnodick]

i am filled with the rage of a thousand burning suns

[flannelepicurean]

NBC's Hannibal, except reverse, kinda.

It's a very "Muppets Movie" scenario. Everyone else is playing it 100% straight, dead-on, "Oh no, the horrors, it's crimes, holy shit." And then there's...A FUCKING MUPPET. DOING THE CRIMES.

Look. Look at the suits. Look at them. Listen to the outright, straight-up cannibal puns he just casually drops left, right, center, up, down, and sideways while--spoiler not spoiler--cannibalizing.

No one else knows they're in a Muppets Movie. Except for another fucking Muppet who thinks they're people, or is maybe a people who gets infected with the Muppet virus, but through mad scientist rules instead of cryptid rules.

That hideously beautiful show with the insanely artsy corpses and the lavishly intricate food that you KNOW is made out of people and is shot more lovingly and longingly than any erotica committed to film is a GOD. DAMN. MUPPETS. ROMCOM.

It's fucking brilliant.

"genre-savvy" no i want a genre-unsavvy protagonist. scratch that, i want a genre-deluded protagonist.

i want a protagonist who is convinced until the last possible moment that they're in a lighthearted romcom--despite the proliferation of slasher murders. give me a soccer dad who is just so determined to enjoy family vacation, despite the fact the kids summoned an eldritch deity from the lake. a preteen who is experiencing a coming-of-age saga and annoyed their parents aren't emotionally present (the parents are distracted by a literal zombie apocalypse). endless possibilities

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

I am STILL just a casual fan if I've watched: one full concert (Big Country at Pinkpop in 1984), various live performances of my favorite songs off of The Crossing, and found and listened to/streamed several live recordings also of my favorite songs off of The Crossing. Look, I haven't even ventured to listen to any of Big Country's next albums...I'M STILL A CASUAL FAN.

[rayshippouuchiha]

I think part of what I love so much about shipping RoyEd, especially with massive au's and crossovers, is that people interact with Roy first right? And he's a smarmy charming asshole military guy who's also actually intelligent but acting like he's not to cover for his conniving ass plots. So clearly the thought is "oh he's for sure the one to keep an eye on here."

And then you look at Ed. Motherfucker would deny God's existence to his face, is a cataclysmic event given human form, has the worst language seen outside of a dockyard, and is so blindingly brilliant he makes other people's life work seem meaningless and childish with how easily he can comprehend and even improve it.

And Roy seems like a normal fucking dude in comparison, especially since let's be honest, he was pursued by Ed, and like... How do you resist 1) someone that insanely amazing and breathtaking 2) someone who has no regards for boundaries because they've already dissected your feelings and thoughts and decided this is gonna happen hell or high water and false refusals won't stop this train.

One of my favorite aspects of those two is that Roy, for at least a while, looks at Ed as "gremlin child with nukes for hands" while the rest of the military looks at Roy like that and it makes everything about them coming together into a relationship all the more hilarious

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

I love the differences in Fallout protagonists.

Fallout 3: You’re the child of a brilliant scientist and the one destined to save the world through both your own and your father’s actions.

Fallout 4: A survivor, a literal piece of the Old World that woke up to change everything. The human equivalent of a nuke in its silo.

Meanwhile in Fallout New Vegas you’re a random fuck-off mailman who stumbled dick backward into being a warlord. What’s going on? Courier 6 doesn’t know! All they know is that a motherfucker in a checkered suit shot them and stole their poker chip and now all the Mojave will feel their wrath. Their friend group is less The Avengers and more the gang from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. It’s amazing.

[djcarnationsblog]

Had to snatch my sib's laptop for this, lolololol-

ANYWAYS, IT'S MOTHERFUCKIN' ECLIPTICA FROM MOTHERFUCKING MARBLE SKY BY THE MOTHERFUCKING BRILLIANT CASS @somerandomdudelmao

PLEASE TAKE MY OFFERING AS A SIGN OF MY IMMENSE APPRECIATION FOR YOUR VERY EXISTENCE, LMAO-

[glowinstone]

devil come knockin’

Tom Riddle falls apart at the hands of his one biggest weaknesses… you

tom riddle x fem!reader

Oh how oblivious you were.

Despite being feared and supposedly the brightest witch of your age… you could not see for the love of merlin how Tom Riddle was so devastatingly in love with you. It was pathetic really, but any other cheesy romantic would swoon. Behind closed doors, you and tom would share secret smiles and soft touches. In the shadowed corner of the hogwarts library, you and tom would study the magic of dark arts, devouring collections he brought from his manor or in his case… secretly stole. Though he wouldn’t tell anyone that, a secret he would take to the grave.

But fuck… he was sure as hell not keeping his love for you a secret. At least he didn’t think so. Sure, he was cold, manipulative, and horrifyingly stoic- dubbed the devil of the school, but with you he was what he hated the most- soft, weak.The thought scared him, kept him up at night and when he finally succumbed to sleep- gave him gut wrenching night terrors. Of course he bloody tried to rid of his sickeningly sweet feelings for you.. oh how hard he tried.

You… a temptress in disguise, an aura so hauntingly beautiful he could not just stay away. A moth to a wild flame. Always a dangerous glint in your eye, itching for an adventure. Holding your own in class, his perfect academic rival. Truly, the way you recited incantations gave him a hard on, as much as he was ashamed to admit. You, just kept dragging him back without evening knowing it.

So… here he was at your door, the devil incarnate about to knock and confess his sick love for you. On your stomach, feet slightly swaying in the air, you hummed a tune whilst studying upon deadly plants. You figured there had to be a plethora of deadly plants that didn’t look so deadly upon inspection. Never hurt to have a sweet looking flower up your sleeve…

A gust of wind whipped through your room, inciting chills upon your arms and the harsh sway of your emerald curtains. Getting up to put on a jumper, coincidentally one of toms- a heavy pounding began on your door.

With a resigned sigh, you head to the door. Everyone knew you despised being bothered at this hour. You liked being alone, but the night is when you thrived. You thought the best then… able to think more clearly. The only person whom you allowed to disrupt this time was your Tom Riddle. Somehow, he managed to wiggle his way into your small circle. He managed to keep your attention, someone you liked to spend time with now.

Sure, he could be a tad chilly at times, and you would not deny he was a scary motherfucker. But.. he never scared you. He enticed you, showed a side of him that no one ever got to see. And in turn, you showed him a side no one even knew about. You swore yourself a fool, you let yourself become vulnerable around a man who his known to use people for his twisted benefits. Yet.. he stays close, gives you soft and sweet smiles that melt your heart.

He places a hand on your thigh when studying, always slightly squeezing. When you walk through the halls after curfew, he lays a protective hand on your back. Oh merlin, his hands. Your most favorite thing to look at. Slender and veiny, with silver rings adorning a few of his fingers. You know his hands hold immense dangerous power, yet you longed for them to be on you.

He sat with you at the back of your classes, just like a watchdog. Never paying attention, always surveying the room. Yet, his brilliant mind always managed to pass with flying colors. You both always fighting for the top marks. During these classes, he’d have a knee touching yours with his arm slung across the back of your seat.

Okay fine. You had a crush. Like a silly little school girl. Opening the door, there Tom Riddle stood before you, a lazy smirk placed upon those devilish lips of his.

‘Tom’ you opened the door a little wider, giving the devil an invitation into your room.

He enters the room with the grace of a king, surveying your trinkets on your desk, a keen eye you know that is picking up on every detail of your items. His eyes land on your open window, with a lazy flick of his hand, the window snaps shut and the curtains draw in. His wand-less magic never fails to impress you, okay fine and maybe turn you on a little bit. You quirk brow at his silent antics.

‘You’ll catch a cold’ is his short response. He looks at you now.. his eyes all but devouring every inch of your body. Ah, there is tension in his shoulders, and now that you observe his more,his hands that you oh so love are tightly clenched.

‘To what do I owe this pleasure to?’ You lean up against the wall, crossing your arms as you watch him stand stoically silent. His right eye twitches, he takes a sharp breath and in an instant his is on you.

With a startled intake of breath, you look up at the man who has now caged you in to the wall. Arms stiff above your head, and a look in his eyes that makes you quiver. Quiver in fear or arousal.. you’re not quite sure yet.

‘I’m infuriated with you.’

Your heart lurches, ‘Why… may I ask?’ You meet his stare straight on, tilting your chin up. Always being his equal despite his displeasure about the fact.

‘I’m falling apart, can’t you see?’ Exasperation coating every word. ‘You’re making a mess of me, every time I’m with you it takes everything in me to not lose control.’ He’s looking at you intently, eyes rapidly flickering over every inch of your face. He’s looking at you like your the only person in this universe, he’s looking at you like he’s…

‘What?’ You whisper breathlessly. He’s right, this is the most emotion you’ve ever seen from him. It has you stunned into silence. It’s silent for a moment, your breaths mingling with one another. You can feel the ghost of his lips above yours every time he breathes.

He snaps.

One moment his arms are above you, caging you in like you were his pray. The next, he has a hand on your throat and a hand right next to your head. With the smallest amount of pressure he squeezes in warning, like you should know you’ve done something wrong.

‘I am hopelessly in love with you, can’t you see?’ The pressure increases, and your breath hitches, and okay maybe your knickers are a little damp but that’s normal. And what?

‘I-in love with me?’ A huge grin takes over your face, you can’t help but let out a hysterical laugh. Is that what this was between the two of you? Love? You never felt love before but you suppose tom hadn’t either. He was capable of feeling such a strong emotion, and it was all at the hands of you.

He heaves a deep sigh, like your craziness is normal and you suppose to him it is. ‘Yes, that is what I said was it not?’ So straight to the point, you realized how fond of him you were in this moment.

‘Mm’ You reach up a little, slightly raising on your toes. You push your neck into his hand a little more, a devilish grin to match his new one on your lips. ‘Is that so?’

He hums a deep growl, and pushes you further into the wall. He dips, looks deeply into your eyes and kisses you like he hasn’t eaten in years. The kiss is hungry, he all but devours your lips. His hand on your neck moves up slightly, cupping the underside of your jaw and his thumb brushes the side of your lips as he kisses you into hell.

Your hands find purchase on his shoulder and the back of his neck, a hand tangling in his curls. You tug and all but whimper when his pushes into you. Letting your head fall back, you heave a breath, looking up for a merlin to come save you. You know you don’t want to be saved when the devil lowers his mouth to leave bites and kisses on your throat, cupping the back of your neck to drag you further into his mouth.

And okay fine.. ‘I am hopelessly in love with you too.’ You pant, and you groan when you feel his smirk on your neck. He hums, and raises his head to look back into your eyes.

‘Let me show you just how much I love you’

‘Please’

[clawsextended]

“ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies.” she winks an eye and its soft and brown and charming all at once, all those things. it’s the way she grins slowly, producing another from her sleeve to wink in firelight and swiftly run between knuckles like water flowing. “from me to you. i’ve picked up a few things. sold a few thousand more. and you’ve helped me get those things, haven’t you? so it’s a fair compensation, i think.”

@clawsextended said: the cat flips up a coin of gold for the other to catch, grinning wide with the embers of some faint charm. It’s a gift from her, consider it that, and ask not from where it originated.

        rita surprises even herself by catching the golden coin in her hand on the first try. arching a brow, she holds it up to the light between two fingers, inspecting it carefully. it seems nothing more than an ordinary coin—though of course, it's made of gold, making it worth more than most of the coins they currently have. “thank you,” amrita says, smiling coyly. “i dare not ask where you got it from.”