#my favorite trope ever

[sinful-lanterns]

bestie… did you see the ptn x Lawson collab… with garofano, Cabernet, eleven, and Chelsea bc it’s got me 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

I DIDDDDD!

THE MOMMIES 😭😭. LOOK AT THEM. Oh man…they give the vibes of rich sugar mommies looking for a cute, young woman to satisfy their wallet. Nnnnngh look at my wife Cabby. Look at Garofano. I want all four of these women to sandwich me and spoil me. I’m so downbad, let me be their girltoy pls… ����‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[devilcatdarling]

Hollow having impeccable manners, being very neat and tidy, clean, and organized due to being raised by royalty and having a deep commitment to being polite and orderly 🤝 Hollow naturally being a carnivorous predatory creature capable of incredible violence and swift terrifying agility in hunting and maiming prey

There's something extremely appealing to me about an anthropomorphic creature that's capable of being an incredibly dangerous predator holding themselves in check and refraining from being impolite by a desire to be civilized and non-threatening but still being completely capable and willing to go completely apeshit if provoked in the right way or if their loved ones are in danger

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

More of my diabetic Steve verse!

Steve, who doesn’t realize that Eddie is super famous and robin who could literally not care any less.

Steve and Eddie exchange numbers and text all of the time. It takes a week for Eddie to crack and send this message:

Eddie: Please for the love of god let me take you on a date I need to wine and dine you so hard I think I might pass out

Steve obviously says yes.

Eddie takes them to a small diner because he doesn’t want to risk being seen by crazy fans who somehow always find out where he is. If Eddie is being honest, he blames twitter.

Eddie gets there to find Steve already sitting at a booth, fiddling with something on his phone. His glasses are sliding down his nose again and he is wearing a Wham! graphic t-shirt and light wash jeans. He stands up once he notices Eddie and flashes a huge grin, which causes Eddie to also smile.

They both sit down on their respective sides of the table and get comfortable, making small talk. It takes a bit, but Eddie notices that Steve has the menu pulled up on his phone and laughs.

“Doing some homework?”

Steve looks confused for a second before glancing down.

“Oh yeah! I always make sure to look at it beforehand whenever I go out to make sure that I have options depending on my blood sugar level.”

“What’s your… number, is that the correct term, now?”

Steve nods enthusiastically. “Yes! And let me check.” Steve pulls out a cute green pouch and takes out a bunch of supplies. “I just changed my CGM—“ At Eddie’s confused look, he says, “My glucose monitor. It’s not completely synced yet so I can’t rely on my pod to tell me what level I’m actually at.”

After he says that, Steve cleans his finger with an alcohol wipe, lets it dry, and then pricks his finger. He squeezes the pad of his ring finger and blood pools to the surface.

“Yikes. I’m gonna have to give myself a correction or two.”

Steve cleans up the space but leaves his pouch out, and then wraps a sparkly bandaid on his finger.

“What’s a correction?”

Eddie feels dumb. He wishes he knew more about diabetes and actually researched it before showing up to the diner with no prior knowledge.

“I just give myself a little extra insulin to make my blood sugar go down. I’m flirting with 250 right now and I really want a burger.”

—

The date passes swimmingly and the two men find themselves sitting in the same booth at the same diner, but on the same side. Their hands are intertwined and Steve wrapped up half of his meal to take home.

“I made this for you!” Steve says suddenly. He grabs a stack of stapled papers and hands them to Eddie. “I made you a ‘diabetes guide!’ Since I plan on our relationship being permanent, it would give me peace of mind if you knew what to do in case of an emergency.”

Steve begins thumbing through the packet and explaining everything, but Eddie can hardly focus.

Not with Steve clutching his hand or with him wanting their relationship to become “permanent.”

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve waves his hand in front of Eddie’s face. “I understand if this is a dealbreaker or whatever, but I just like you so much and I want to be your boyfriend as of two weeks ago.”

Eddie just blinks. Then he smiles. “We only met a week ago, Stevie.”

Steve blushes, tucks some hair behind his ear. “I know that. I just had a feeling that I would meet the one.”

“Yeah?” A pause. “Can I kiss you?”

Steve releases a breath. Puts his hand on Eddie’s cheek.

“I thought you’d never ask. I hope you don’t mind the taste of hamburger.”

Eddie laughs before lunging forward.

—

As they head back to Steve’s apartment hand in hand, Eddie tells him about his more than ordinary job. Explains what might happen when people see them together.

Steve just laughs and says, “I’ve fought literal monsters from hell, I can handle anything.”

Eddie falls more in love than he knew possible.

[soulkibbz]

Even more robots‼️‼️

(also the sillys!!!!!!!!!)

[relaxxattack]

people will really write rose as a badass girlboss as if her main character trait isn’t hubris. as if her main story arc wasn’t her fucking things over for everyone time and time again by assuming she was better and wiser. oh you think rose is a girlboss? rose who intentionally allowed herself to be corrupted by morally ambiguous terrors because she thought it might give her a slight mental advantage on the game? rose who willingly went along with the manipulation of a groomer because she thought his idea of putting a tumor into the universe was smart? THAT rose? that rose??? why don’t you ask her where the green sun is. since she’s such a competent and intelligent boss bitch

[smoshkidtv]

I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING THIS MIGHT BE MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE SMOSH EDIT

(from sashjins on tiktok!!)

[guest-1-2-3]

when the piece of media explores themes of humanity versus monstrosity. on one hand, it’s “how far can I go before I am just as monstrous as those I deem my enemies? the further i go the more certain i am that i’ve crossed a line. am I even human anymore?” and on the other hand it’s “was the monster always a monster? what makes it evil, what makes it inhuman? what has it done that i fear it?”

in both cases it is “i am looking at the creature I am fighting and i see a mirror of myself. was i always this way? was it always this way?”

[kimdokjas]

We are alive. And we will continue living. So long as you remain by my side.

[heartscrypt]

"this isn't the proper meme format" yeah well i cant control them they're freaks sorry they defy the logic of the original meme okay

[whumpfish]

"Take me instead," but not because the chosen target, B, is A's love interest, or the weakest on the team, or a recently redeemed character or someone A wants to show how much they really mean to the team.

"Take me instead," because A has suffered too great a loss already. "Take me instead," because A can't live through another loss, won't survive another funeral. "Take me instead," because A would rather be dead than have to watch one more person die, no matter who the person in question is.

[delicatewhumps]

characters reuniting after one of them was presumed dead >>

just think about it!

maybe whumpee faked their death.

maybe magic or something was involved, so they actually died, but somehow came back to life. like maybe they were a ghost who gained a physical body back, or maybe some otherworldly power granted them a return to the living world (ahem, cw’s once upon a time….)

maybe they were left for dead — fatally injured and caretaker had to leave them — but they miraculously survived and found their way home!

maybe they were lost in an accident / natural disasted, and caretaker finds them among the survivers in a shelter or hospital.

maybe they were wrongfully declared dead by doctors, sent to a morgue across the country so their body could be used in a cadaver lab, and then they woke up! (….totally not based on a plot to one of my own fics.)

however it happens, it’s perfect. especially if whumpee is still as physically injured as they were before…

caretaker gasping and crying and wrapping them in an enormous hug. or maybe rushing to their hospital bedside, taking their hand.

“i thought i lost you.”

“i went to your funeral, whumpee, i— i… this can’t… oh, god… oh, god!!”

“you died! how— how are you here?!”

caretaker might think they’re dreaming. after all, they saw whumpee. it was hopeless. they’ve spent god-knows-how-long grieving whumpee. but now whumpee is back, alive, in front of them!

“i’m never leaving your side.”

“don’t ever do that to me again, you asshole!”

“[insert setting-appropriate higher power here], thank you. thank you for giving them back to me.”

[jessmalia]

Mal's Avatar: The Last Airbender rewatch: The Cave of Two Lovers 2.02

[one-million-kruge]

i will die on the hill that once kaz is better with touch he is the little spoon. be fr you know he would be

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst

When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.

It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.

“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.

“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.

“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.

“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.

“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.

“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.

“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.

[crimson-nail]

i have been cooking an over-complicated roleswap au for. a VERY long time

[siriuslymooned]

Price just closes his eyes when his phone dings. He checks the ID and sees it's a photo from you. He smiles to himself but decides to open it in the morning. You were most likely out with your girls and sending blurry selfies in your drunken state.

And then came a text. And another. And another. A string of texts.

"Jesus, you better be dying."

A whole strings of texts came in and then an abrupt stop. Anxious, Price opens the text thread and begins slowly making his way up.

What clown of a person decided that a rhyme EASILY FORGOTTEN AND TO MESS UP was the best way to pass along that information!!

Liquor before wine isn't even clever. Or true. Remember my birthday?

Is it yellow before red or yellow after red that your dead.

And then the weird snake one.

STUPID

Liquor before Wine or Liquor after Wine you'll be fine.

You saw. Didn't you?

JOHN!

John?

Please tell me you didn't look.

Did you know pigs have thirty minute orgasms?

Oh and that blue dress!

Green.

Yellow.

He smiled to himself. He still wasn't sure what was going on but he knew that blue dress. He thought about you in it. A lot. Often in shower.

Who decided the little black dress was sexiest? I look better in brighter colors.

*anyone

I'm never sending anything anything ever again

Please dont look

Shit

Shit

Shit

Fuck

sorry sorry sorry

That wasn't for you

Oh fuck

NOOOOO

[IMAGE]

On his phone waited an unopened photo by his bestfriend who had spent the last few minutes begging him not to open it.

The anticipation and curiosity almost won. He wanted to see what you were so worked up over. Something embarrassing or...

Ding!

John?

He let out a sigh, highlighting the image and deleting it. He then replied to your frenzy.

Don't worry, doll. Photo's been deleted and I didn't look.

Ding!

Thank fuck!

Ding!

Last thing I need is a nude going to the wrong person. Sorry if I woke you up. Gnight. Luv ya!!

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