#n e wayz !!!!

[shmorkie]

hell yeah

[cupcakeinat0r]

Miguel throwing that empanada away like he ain’t a big back. If it came from Jess or Peter b, trust, he would’ve tore it up.

Ik that hungry mf wanted it sooo bad but just the fact that it came from Miles was enough to get him pissed tf off😭😭

[estraven-ai-2022]

Not someone making a completely unfactchecked post against veganism and then disabling reblogs and replies when 2 people say "that's not true btw", and they throw up their hands and post "the vegans SOMEHOW found this post"

[spacenintendogs]

snotlout's flirting is still bad in my modern au. worse even, now that he can text

who he's texting:

[saetoru]

and before i part with you all once again i wanted to share that i have for the first time (and perhaps last time) 36 starred abyss

[forever-rogue]

Okay, the gang has spoken and y'all seem to support my clownery so....

send in some fallout requests lol 😌

[marbleheavy]

Nico would LOVE Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. The grief of losing a sibling, the gender, the plurality of self and play (he could talk for ages about how it has two titles, Twelfth Night or What You Will), and the fact that it’s a comedy!! That there is so much heartache and fraught emotion and the play is still a comedy, something hopeful and joyous, and it doesn’t shy away from hardship still, makes Nico feel a lot of gooey things he can’t quite articulate. He would love Feste, the fool, and how deception works in the play!! And Viola/Cesario would make Nico go crazy, he’s so insane about the character and so crazy about Cesario and Orsino (act I scene iv when Orsino is like “Cesario you’re so pretty like a girl” made Nico put the play down and take a walk) and then even more insane about Sebastian and Antonio!!

[caffinatednightmare]

🎶IF YOU THINK THAT I'M SO BAD ☆ BELIEVE ME I FEEL WORSE🎶

[prophecyofgray]

"stolas got what? how? .....he can get hurt?" immediately followed by THAT instrumental playing over stolas scrolling thru their texts in the hospital was like honestly top five biggest punches in the face that this show has pulled. my fucking god.

[tmntismdoodls]

woe, blunt force trauma be upon ye

[spacenintendogs]

fishlegs' giggles & laughs are everything 2 me

[kentopedia]

love nanami kento so much i am sitting on my stomach kicking my feet and giggling btw

[venomgaia]

limbus oc Nemo and Screwloose Wallop

ft the context of this under the cut

[skoulsons]

Joel strolled up to her door, setting his bag and rifle against the frame. Her door was ajar, just as she left it every night, as did he. In the case of emergencies, or nightmares, it’s how they lived. It made them feel safer knowing the other wasn’t behind a closed door.

He pushed it open, the hinges creaking at the motion. It wasn’t quite 6am when he was scheduled for patrol. Moonlight was still peaking through the pine trees, forming streaks of white light into Ellie’s room.

Ellie stirred at the creaking, but settled back comfortably on her right side. Joel tip toed to her bedside, his weight pulling the end of the mattress down as he sat by her feet.

“Mornin’, kiddo,” he whispered, setting a hand on her calf and lightly rubbing his thumb back and forth. “Headin’ out for patrol with Tommy. I’ll be back before dinner. We can cook something up together, yeah?”

Ellie gave a mumbled “mhm” into her pillow, barely registering that he was even there, let alone talking about anything she could understand through her sleep.

“Alright, it’s a plan,” he smiled, knowing she couldn’t see him. “Be safe today, kiddo. I’ll see you a bit later.”

He started to push off the bed as she mumbled something again, sleep coating any attempt at a coherent string of words. “Hmm?”

“Rub. Back.” She said it half into her pillow; it’s a miracle Joel could make anything out. Ellie adjusted herself from her side to laying flat on her stomach, giving Joel more access.

He chuckled to himself, pulling the blanket down to rub her back through her sleep shirt, which just so happened to be one of his dirt stained t-shirts.

She let out a number of content mumbles and incoherencies as he rubbed her back, eventually tracing her name letter by letter on her back over and over again.

“Alright, baby, I gotta go. I’ll be back later this evening.” He rubbed his hand over her back a few more times before pulling away and drawing the blanket back up to her shoulders. He pushed off the edge of the mattress to stand, stepping closer to her head. He leaned over, pressing his fist into the mattress on her other side to press a kiss to the crown of her head. He tucked a few hair strands away behind her ear, smiling to himself again. He’s home.

[cherrymangos]

woe, art be upon thee 🫴

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