#my dad has it 😭

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

so is Norovirus one of those things that like, if you're exposed to germs you are GOING to get it, or is it something you can avoid? asking for a friend

[doctorsiren]

Thinking about how (a humanoid) Bill would see Ford be older after those 30 years (because that’s how people work), and so to try and appeal to him again, he makes himself look older too (I mean, he’s WAYYYY older than Ford actually, but I just mean visually)

But then after he’s killed and sent to the Theraprism, he goes back to his original twink look, and I say this because I already did a drawing of my humanoid Bill in prison and I like how that design worked with his pathetic traumatized orange jumpsuit look more than I think I would like it with an older looking version 😁 plus uhh I don’t wanna deem that drawing “not canon” to my brain so yeah

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Fic Idea where Fiddleford helps Stan rebuild the portal, but Stan finds out that Fiddleford has a wife and he's like

"You have a WIFE?? That DIDN'T marry you to steal your car and money???? What are you DOING here???"

"Yeah, well.... She's better off thinking I'm dead somewhere....."

"A WIFE. That LOVES you. Get outta here and go explain yourself, Idiot!!"

"She and our son shouldn't have to deal with--"

"YOUR SON???!!?!!??"

Anyways, so Stan helps Fiddleford reach out and explain himself to his wife, but expresses that he wants to keep being in Gravity Falls, so his wife and kid go to live with them in The Shack instead.

Blah blah blah, bonding happens, Stan bags Fiddleford AND his wife and becomes a step dad, God bless 🙏

[egophiliac]

redesigning my headcanon for Sebek's parents, based on important new information (SCALES)

(you can't see it but they're both wearing crocs)

[royaltea000]

You’re my baby, say it to me

[thebramblewood]

Helena's not a killer (yet)! Let's party!

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Lilith: What surprises me more is not that you’ve had it all along but that I had no idea. I thought I knew all your secrets.

Caleb: [under breath] Hardly voluntarily.

Lilith: Speak up, baby brother.

Caleb: [slightly louder] It wasn’t a secret. I simply never wished to revisit the memories. But the record seemed worth preserving, so I tucked it away for safekeeping and did my best to forget it.

Lilith: Until you decided to hand it over to her without my permission.

Caleb: [laughs bitterly] Cut the outrage, Lilith. If anything, you should be thanking me. I can already tell she likes you better because of it. I did you a favor by chipping away some of your hard edges.

Lilith: [amused] Maybe you should be thanking me. I haven’t heard so much force in your voice since-

Helena: [sudden frantic shriek]

Lilith: Is she all right?

Drusilla: [agitated yowl]

Caleb: Is she all right?

-

Lilith: Helena?

Caleb: Drusilla?

Helena: [breathlessly] Look! Look!

Lilith: What are we looking at?

Helena: My sister finally updated her feed. They’re alive! I didn’t kill them!

Lilith: Well, that’s certainly a relief.

Caleb: You could say it like you mean it.

Lilith: Of course I mean it! I would never advocate killing children — unless they were particularly nasty ones. How do you feel, Helena?

Helena: Lucky. Grateful. Relieved.

Lilith: That particular storm cloud has been hanging over your head for far too long. Now, we can all finally relax. In fact, we should celebrate, the three of us together for once! And I think I know just the place.

[dixidin]

Would anyone like to hear my delusions.......

[sometimesmaybespoof]

When she Half on my Life till I 2

[seiwas]

cw: happy tears and tickle fights, birthday celebrations and other things. unedited sawry. ‼️ FIC SPOILERS PAST THIS PORTION OF THE CONTENT WARNING ‼️ pregnancy.

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hajime’s birthday this year is different.

you don’t celebrate on the day of, contrary to your tradition of keeping it free no matter what. instead, you decide on the weekend, taking time to prepare his gift while he’s out of town.

the sunday morning starts out slow, a late wake to his usual 5:00 a.m. runs. you shift beside him, turning to snuggle deeper into his hold.

you weren’t able to wait for him last night, any hour past midnight simply impossible for you to keep up with these days.

your breath puffs out in a long exhale, tickling his collarbone.

he pulls you closer when you move, tucking his nose into the crown of your head. it’s something you both do, you’ve noticed—breathing each other in the moment you return to one another.

the celebration today is not lost on you, but you take in these few silent moments with him for just a bit longer.

when he stirs, squeezing you tighter as he mumbles a low ‘morning’, you peer up to kiss his chin. he’s ticklish there, you know, especially when your lips catch on the bits of stubble grown a few days after he shaves.

it takes longer for you both to get out of bed because of that, a tickle fight ensuing as hajime sneakily crawls his fingers up your armpits, blowing raspberries at the spot right below your ears.

you slip into the bathroom that way—a little clumsy and a lot giggly. then you crouch low, opening the cabinet under the sink; hidden in it is your gift for him, a flat rectangle wrapped in kraft paper and a green bow.

it’s the first thing in your agenda today, you’ve decided, unable to wait until he receives it at the end of the day, like you’d originally planned.

hajime’s propped up against the headboard when you step back into your bedroom, blanket scrunched at his hip. you’re no fan of the season’s heat, but you thank god it’s summer, because at least, you’re met with the view of his exposed chest every morning.

he holds an arm out to welcome you back in, letting you rest your legs across his lap as he cradles your back.

“your gift,” you whisper, holding out the wrapped rectangle, “open it first. that’s the first thing on our agenda today.”

he chuckles, taking the soft rectangle from your hands while kissing your temple, “thanks, babe. you didn’t have to.”

you watch eagerly, tucking yourself into his side as you wrap an arm around his waist. he tears through the wrapper but sets aside the bow, knowing you like to recycle them when you have the chance.

hajime is a simple man, and at the sight of his favorite brand of socks, he lights up at the addition of one more to his already-full drawer of them.

he turns to you, about to pepper your face with a bunch of kisses but—

“check the hem, i got something done to it.” you giggle.

he looks confused for a moment before he turns them over, plain white save for the dark green letters running around its ankle garters.

there’s another reason you decided to celebrate his birthday this weekend, on the third sunday of june.

he deciphers the word, reading each letter: p-a-p-a, and you can see the cogs turning in his brain before he immediately whips his head to face you.

“you’re—?”

you nod.

there’s something indescribable in his eyes, emotion welling up as they gloss over dark olive green—it makes you want to cry, too.

damn all these hormones.

“happy birthday, papa.” you sniffle, smiling wide, “and happy father’s day.”

(after a whole lot of tears, and even more kissing, you show hajime the tests you took while he was away. he tells you you should have told him, that he would have come home, but you shake your head.

it’s well worth it, seeing his reaction to two things he can celebrate today.)

[skunkes]

from friday

[lokh]

also i think if roleswap laios and canon laios met theyd immediately start fighting.

[sainz100]

📸 by Martin Trenkler

[doctorsiren]

I had a thought

[bookinit02]

guys i. literally last night i read a nonfiction piece at writer’s open mic. not that unusual. my favorite professor was there. Slightly unusual. afterwards he knelt down by me in TEARS and told me to never stop writing. boom. instantly started sobbing. what is WRONG WITH HIM

[dizzybizz]

jrwi riptide huh...oaughhgh uhuhuh (explodes into confetti)

everytime i draw chip his eyebrows get bigger and rounder and everytime we kiss i swear i could fly

ep35 was fucking crazy man what the hell

[royaltea000]

Pose practice! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ