#my proof?

[isacksteban]

in my head (rpf world) marcmarc is like rosquez but with the roles reversed

with rosquez, vale was always the one to bite first, to snap at marc, to berate and degrade him whenever he had the chance

vale was always like a predator stalking his prey when it came to marc, marc who was so eager to give himself to the older italian man

similarly to how bez is to marc

by the time marc and bez meet (~2015) marc has already been damaged by vale and soon after their first encounter vale developed a relationship with bez

now marc is the one to hurt the younger italian boy, brushing his existence off as if he's just some insignificant animal he hunted then left for dead

marc is the one to rub it in how bez idolized him so deeply, proved by the over 300 posts bez has liked on marcs instagram

marc is the one to let bez yearn, let him sit there like a dog awaiting its owners return, completely oblivious to the fact that he's been abandoned.

[http-byler]

what proof do you have that Mike is bisexual? because there is so much contextual proof of Mike being gay and I seriously can’t think of any narrative reason why the duffer brothers would make him bi as opposed to just gay.

proof! 😍😍

[greylight32]

I’m sorry, but nobody can convince me otherwise that Darryl was the most anxiety filled kid ever. Like he was constantly wondering what God would think with every action that he did. He was constantly afraid of screwing something up so much that he would just freeze in certain situations. Like completely tense all of his muscles, my man was so deer in headlights coded.

I think that he had multiple panic attacks growing up, but they didn’t think that they were panic attacks. They just thought it was him freaking out over little things because of stress. (Yes I am aware that panic attacks come from stress. I have very bad anxiety myself, but he grew up in the 80-90’s)

Like when he went on the turkey hunt with his dad, the moment the gun fired. He completely froze, dropping the gun into the snow blow him. Wondering if that animal had a family. He started stressing about it whenever he was eating it. How he would feel if his dad just never came home one day. He just had a panic attack right there at the table, thinking about his dad dying and never coming home.

Darryl would constantly bounce his leg because if he wasn’t moving he thought the world would end.

Like motherfucker should’ve been on meds. He got it from his grandpa i swear.

[radvelvetcakez]

"lilith and lucifer cant be t4t bc-" BOOOOOOO BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO

[jimjamkagaricci]

getting back into voltron rn bcus my friend is watching it for the first time ever . so i guess my question is which of the osemanverse kids do yall think would’ve been voltron kids HAHDHSJDH

[keef-a-corn]

I know my moot ain’t responding, so imma post it here

Deep within my heart and soul I have an elemental AU of the bad batch.

And these are my assignments:

Wrecker is Ground (rock, stone, mountain- the foundation of the Earth) for obvious reasons.

Crosshair is fire for the usual reason a character is fire, but also because without resources around it, fire cannot thrive, and eventually goes out. Whether it likes it or not, fire NEEDS others.

Hunter is Water because ya know, water is gentle, but it’s also violent. Creatures need water to survive, but water needs to be controlled and conserved to protect and help others, otherwise it’s overdone and suddenly everyone and everything perishes. Most importantly, try as it might, water cannot help fire. When trying to impose and force itself, water will isolate the fire, even extinguish it. Sometimes it’s best for the water to step back, allow others to help, before he can approach the fire again.

Tech is Air, another foundation of life that is taken for granted until it’s gone. Air allows for movement and sound, it can be violent and furious enough to rip trees from the ground, but those moments are scarce. Air reflects the state of a location, the harsher the wind, the worse the situation.

And Omega is Flora (Plants), developed and uplifted by Water and air, maintained and rooted by the ground, benefiting from the light and heat from a fire. It’s symbols and beliefs, moments of hope after chaos. Plants are signs of peace, prosperity and healing.

And Echo’s neutral- because I said so.

I’ll do some art with the concept once I finish Hunter

[elytra404]

this probably wont cross 200 words if that, but it is something i need to write down.

so have a trans!riker drabble taking place during/after hide and Q

It was complicated. He had promised, and he stuck by his promises. And if he gave in, Beverly would find out. But Picard wouldn't have to. Picard didn't know now, and he would never have to risk finding out.

But he had done it for everyone else, if only for a moment. Geordi had seen, Data had been offered humanity, he'd given them all what they wanted! Was it not fair to think he could grant his own wish?

Now he was even thinking like Q.

But watching them all, knowing what was about to happen, knowing he was about to loose it all. Well, he had to try.

That split second, that was worth it. That second of pure selfish corruption. A second in a body that felt right. If only he'd thought of it sooner.

Of course it didn't last. Q took it with him as he left. That second after, it hurt more then anyone could know. It was almost enough to make him wish he had taken Q's offer. The key word being almost.

Coordinates sent to Geordi, and his knuckles white, he smiled. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he was laughing at his own misfortune. Maybe it was simply all too much for one man to bare.

"Captain, could I speak to you privately for a moment?" Will cringed at how his voice broke, cringed at the stare that all but Data gave him. It was too late to take the words back.

"Of course Number One, I will meet you in my ready room momentarily." Will stood quickly and moved into the room, hearing Picard sink slightly in his chair before closing the door. He didn't want everyone's eyes on him any longer then necessary.

Will stood in the corner of the room, watching the fish. He still found it odd, Picard's insistence on keeping the fish. However it was nice to watch them swim. Even as Picard took a seat, Will didn't move from the fish.

"Permission to speak freely, Sir?" A nod. "I wanted to apologize. You were right, and I ended up using the powers for selfish gain. I should have listened too you."

"Number one, what you did was highly inappropriate behavior. However it was not selfish to grant your friends their dreams."

"Thank you Captain, but I also momentarily granted my own dreams."

"You are by no means obligated to tell me, however, for curiosities sake, what was this dream?"

"To be born as male, sir."

Picard paused, and Will shifted his eye contact from Picard to a large fish. He steeled himself for a reprimand, perhaps even reassignment. Instead, Picard hummed softly.

"Is that all Commander?"

"Yes sir." Will blinked in confusion, turning to look at Picard again. Picard simply smiled to him.

"If you are thinking I may see you differently because of this, your wrong. Now, would you inform Mr. Data he is to take command of the bridge for awhile? I believe you and I are due for a rest."

[swedenis-h]

Wife lovers till they die

[apollos-boyfriend]

we have GOT to kill tiktok/twitter self-censorship i just witnessed a grown adult say the word “smex” out loud to our professor

[trekkerac]

i'm not like other guys i take an angsty au and make it a comedy

Ford: I've managed to record substantial evidence on tape, such as floating objects, footsteps that are not my own, and radio weirdness; The host or singer will slip in observations of my being that I simply cannot chalk up to coincidence. Whether this being is a ghost, or one of Bills tricks I've yet to discover… There are more dubious encounters such as the whispers, spine shivering chills, and of the brief shadowy figures I see down dark hallways. (Proof of an apparition? or simply a hallucination dreamt up by my sleep deprived mind?) I fear my mind is slipping further and further-

Ford: What is that blasted noise?! Stan: Cartoons got ghosts shockingly realistic! Ford: Reminds me of... being annoyed.

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

[mumrikhenry]

Autism is crazy bc u’ll be listening to some random song at work and then BOOM suddenly its about ur hyperfixation

[dannnyghost]

Stan and ford mess around in the computer lab

[hellenhighwater]

Okay I have placed a bunch of beverages out in the ol Michigan Fridge and I must NOT forget them or they'll freeze and explode

[lesvegas]

"Bethesda/Todd Howard doesn't actually hate FNV 🙄"

They have stated the show is apparently 100% canon and they're using it to retcon the only good Fallout game to come out in decades. It wasn't even enough to ruin West Coast lore post-FNV, they're literally saying FNV never happened.

No wonder Pete Hines resigned back in October; even he thought this was stupid.

Bethesda haters stay correct. Anyone who somehow still had hope for this franchise despite the last ten years, now you can finally let go.

[katsukimybf]

bc all i think abt is college!katsuki

Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you don’t actually know if you are friends.

It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didn’t think much of it at first—just Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.

Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally he’d grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.

Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.

You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?

Maybe it was the way he didn’t care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind… you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.

But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about “are you always unprepared?” (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.

But the gesture stuck with you. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.

Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.

It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He didn’t acknowledge you at first. And you didn’t think he would.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here,” he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.

Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.

But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of him—something sharp and clean—lingered in the fabric.

“Bakugou, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up. I don’t need your thanks,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.

“Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasn’t any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)

The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” you asked, peeking over at him.

“Yeah,” he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.

You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.

“Wanna review the material after class?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. “Sure.”

And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything was—color-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.

He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadn’t expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.

Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your lips. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Good,” he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.

But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy he’d look getting every question right…

You smirked, feeling a little bold. “Aw, not you caring if I understand the material.”

He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. “I don’t,” he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.

“You just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.”

You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.

“Aww, are you worried about me being sad?” you teased, leaning in a little closer. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his face turning slightly red.

That’s not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.

Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.

So yeah… he’s cold and mean and gruff, but… you know he has your back with exams… and when you’re cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friend…

That happens to have a massive crush on you.

(… and unashamedly, so do you.)