#musings;; brick by brick

[sleepytower]

"Itssssss PRIDE MONTH!!!!!!!!!"

"June already? Better bust out the rainbow accessories..."

"Half priced donuts and sweets for everyone! I'll have some cookies frosted with flag colors upon request!"

[sleepytower]

"You're a Dilf! Distressed Italian Likes Foam! What'd ya think I meant???"

Hands him a coffee. Blinks innocently.

Dilf detected.

" ... what. "

[megamindsecretlair]

If yall would've seen this nasty ass Terry fic in my head, yall wouldve chase me off the innanet 😩

[babyblueetbaemonster]

This is the birth of the perfect life form, the ultimate being, Dagoth Ur!

Give him sth to wear

[the-heros-sidekick]

❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞

He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his  blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar. 

an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈—𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ ©

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor

✧  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✧ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.

Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you. I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything—first myself, then reality, then hope—you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.

[cashandandrogyny]

Hi just cuz the brick came first doesn’t mean the musical and even (I know this is crazy) the movie are bad. They are different but like. Not invalid.

[annahanover]

okay, so i always imagined Here happening in the middle of the jungle, and Charles is just having a breakdown in the middle of the jungle and screaming to the trees, but the art in the background when Here is happening implies that Here is happening in a boat. which is even funnier to me. he's just sitting in a boat, yelling to no one about how much he hates this town, and this satellite, and these Americans.

(i conveniently missed the part at the end of Babel where it said he sailed away. forgive me)

[kusatta]

respectfully, if you don’t match my freak during plotting, it’s going no where.

[nenehyuuchiha]

Happy birthday to my favourite zombie boy

[robloxconfessions2]

So a couple months ago I was bored and started speculating on who Banhanmer’s dad would be because he has to have SOMEONE even if they’re not involved in his life/died, but I just couldn’t think of Windforce actually liking a mortal enough to have a child with them

So I decided to get silly with it and made a crackship. Windforce phighting x Doombringer the battle bricks. I do not take criticism

-muse anon

based

[sleepytower]

A doodle from @pizzadoff 's pizzi meeting Peach!

The Toads wanted autographs...

[alchemistdefective]

"I think you might be able to be comfortable in seducing your sister, at least. Just pretend I'm some other Remilia from another world? Ahem..."

"Bonjour, Flandre! While you may not be my true sister, I still fancy you regardless! You are a highly important person to me as well as the people around you, so I'm sure you can speak your mind! In fact, how about say... a good time to get to know each other tonight? Intimately?"

"I-I'm not worthy, Sister, y-you should be with Sakuya instead, I can bring drinks and some french fries... A-Also I'm really rough in bed and I am afraid I'll injure you, s-so how does Scarlet Velvet cake sound?"

"..."

If he were really Remilia, he would say that Remi would begin to wonder if Flan was afraid of her or something.

But he's not going to say that-

[stick-named-figure]

im so utterly fascinated with how orange's drawing powers have developed over time… like originally we saw them draw the whole frame (sometimes with help from their other constructs) but in the newest short the animals seem to develop more from intent [1].

the first one we see is the eels, and all second does is draw a big line like gilded guy and then there's a whole eel. which is pretty sick. i think the most interesting one to me though is the way they draw the shark. the jagged points are the teeth, and they're drawing out the volume of the shark, instead of just a line like for the eels.

the rhino is the one i think we see the least of how orange draws it, which is probably in part because of the awkward way they're holding the pen and perhaps they just didn't want to think about it. what we do see is that the lines already start moving before orange's done drawing it, and seem to even "help" them draw.

(the bird that's flung at hazard has 3 frames of being drawn by the way, and the motion of orange drawing is simultaneously used for the "throw," which is a pretty neat little trick).

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i think it's arguable that this happens on a meta level because of "time constraint" for how orange HAS to draw these things before the mercenaries shoot them. this is true. but i also believe that it's meant to be a legitimate progression of their drawings.

[aparticularbandit]

I mean, there's only two genders mentioned in that. 'Exposition' and 'Comic Relief'. Having seen the scene in action I know. 'Disposables' is not a gender. XP

So I miscounted! That's fine!

Genders on top of already existing genders in terms of new genders dropping. But! You are correct; there are only two genders mentioned there. My bad!

Reading comprehension issues is something I apparently also.

[cashandandrogyny]

EXACTLY 100 PAGES UNTIL I MEET ENJOLRAS GUYS

[missazura]

SHARP INHALE

at least my slade fixation has started to calm down now bc of joker's meddling. that clown's buffering my autism