#n he doesnt care

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

oh MY God correct every last one may I add

- soda is a terrible navigater like AWFUL he wants shot gun SO bad but Darry forces ponyboy into shot gun when he needs someone to tell him how to get somewhere. Soda once held a map upside-down for 10 minutes n by the time he realized they were in the middle of no where

- Dallas drives with all the windows down ALL year soda loves it bc he likes to stick his head out but literally NO one else does. in winter he has the heat up ALL the way n STILL has the windows down. the only person he will put them up for is Johnny who doesn't rlly mind. he still asks now n then bc he looks over n pony is like 🥺

- steve has the ABILITY to be a good driver n IS most of the time. however. if the road is empty n he is about to miss his turn or something (thanks soda) he will just drive over four lanes of traffic. he also is a chronic rolling stopper.

- pony is so stressed when he drives. talking white knuckling the wheel. for the first year he drives he goes EXACTLY the limit. soda nearly tears his hair out. when they get where they're going he always cajoles pony into letting him drive back. (they get back in half the time it took to get there)

- when any of them see cops on the road they all silently point n go 'cop'

- except when Dallas n Soda are driving. then it's more 'COP COP COP SLOW DOWN'

-steve is HYPER aware of speed ticket cops. they never have to warn his ass bc he clocked them from a mile away

- Multiple times a cop has gotta behind Dallas n he's turned to the ppl in the car n gone watch me out run this guy. one time he was alone with Pony n got into a game of 'lose the cops on the highway' n pony BAWLED that guy got out of the car legs SHAKING (Darry CHEWED Dallas ear off for that one. he did it again)

- speaking of soda can charm his way out of a ticket SO fast. he has the biggest wettest eyes n has NO problem using them

- Darry taught Johnny to drive after he'd taught pony. sometimes Pony would go with them n whine SO bad bc Johnny SLAMS on the brakes n darrys like ok try that again buddy a lil softer n Pony's like U SAID I WAS THE WORSE DRIVER U HAD EVER MET WHEN I DID THAT

- U can always tell when Two has an open beer in the car bc he becomes the most law abiding driver to ever exist. I'm talking stopping at yellow lights. Full stop stop signs. He also thinks it's deeply funny to get a cop to tail him n then waste their time by suddenly becoming a perfect driver n just driving all over town.

- soda will forgive nearly everything ppl do to him on the road. ppl cut him off n he's like aw man whatever. darry is not above calling someone an asshole but will leave it at that. pony learned roadrage from Dallas. they get SO irate on the road. horn HONKING. middle finger OUT THE WINDOW. window ROLLED DOWN AT THE LIGHTS SO THEY CAN YELL. Dallas is the type to reach over the driver to honk the horn. Steve is mostly chill but if u say some bullshit to him at a light he WILL get out of his car n beat the hell out of u n then be back in his car before the light changes

UGH my boys<3

Outsiders driving headcanons:

- Soda and Steve are both lead-footed as FUCK but they're ultimately responsible drivers

- However, their responsibility goes out the window if they pull up next to a Soc at a red light (at which the race is immediately ON)

- Darry drives with one hand on the steering wheel and his elbow on the edge of the window

- Ponyboy hates learning how to drive because Darry gets impatient with him and yells all the while Soda's in the back just laughing his ass off

- "I drive responsibly because there's illegal shit in my car" - Two-Bit probably

- "I drive irresponsibly DESPITE there being illegal shit in my car" - Dallas definitely

- Ponyboy drives under the speed limit at first and it annoys EVERYONE

- Johnny only drives the others cars when they get too trashed to drive home and need a sober driver (he's too jumpy to drive without slamming his foot on the brake every so often, FORGET driving on the interstate)

- Johnny "turn the damn music down I can't see the road" Cade

I had more but my brain erased them like an etch-a-sketch

[mail-me-a-snail]

INTRUDER ALERT - BLU ENGINEER - IN BASE

and he's having some kind of weird yuri with red soldier can we get this guy out of here. cant stand their gayasses theyre making out in the intelligence room and being weird about it

bonus and variant under the cut

bonus:

"SO I SOLVE PRACTICAL PROBLEMS,"

[edlucavalden]

Old man gathering

[greatgoddyke]

time to make your choice only you can be the one

[ghospectr]

absolutely love @ectoplasmranch's fic "You Wouldn't Like Me Alive" n got inspired <3

[k1ng-ej]

Christmas oneshot with Michael

Warnings: none, just fluff Pairing: Michael Myers x GN!reader Notes: ive been running so short on ideas and creativity for writing, its so frustrating </3

(requests are open!)

You sat on your couch staring at your lazily decorated tree, a carefully wrapped gift resting on your lap, anxiously awaiting the arrival of a certain masked murderer. As time passed, doubt crept in- would he even show up? Did he have any interest in Christmas or the thought behind gifts? You held onto a flicker of hope that he did, especially after spending countless hours selecting the perfect present for him.

Michael remained an enigma, always maintaining a significant distance from you. Yet, there were fleeting moments when he allowed you to draw near, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body and to hear the soft breaths escaping from behind the mask. But just as quickly as those moments arrived, they vanished. This left you grappling with the nature of your relationship with michael. Was it something romantic? Or was he merely using you for food and shelter, waiting for the perfect moment to stab you in the back?

Gratitude surged within you for the simple act of breathing in this moment. The familiar creaking of the floorboards jolted you from your thoughts, prompting you to swiftly glance around the room in search of that haunting white mask. There he was, lurking in the shadows of the corner, almost invisible in the dim light coming from your christmas tree. Your heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement. As you rose from your seat, you awkwardly fumbled with the gift in your hands and offered him a brief greeting.

“I wasn't sure if you wanted anything, but I got you something regardless.” your voice trembled as you spoke, a part of you bracing for him to emerge and turn on you at that very moment.

Michael stepped out from the shadows, and you quickly noted with a sense of relief that he didn't have his knife in hand, meaning you were safe for now, at least for the moment. You held out the gift, feeling his rough and calloused hands brush against yours for just a split second as he took it from you, a small interaction that felt almost intimate amidst the tension. His movements were stiff as he tore the wrapping paper off, carelessly discarding it to the side. You bit your nail anxiously as he opened the box, revealing a pair of new boots that may not quite fit, possibly a size too big or too small, since you had no idea what Michael's shoe size was, but you thought it might have been quite some time since he had replaced the tattered ones he was currently wearing, which were worn out and stained with dirt and dried blood.

Michael stared at the boots for what seemed like an eternity before closing the box and placing it on the table, leaving you in a state of confusion. He stood there, gazing at you with a slight tilt of his head, making you wonder if he liked the gift or not. Your heart raced as he quickly rounded the table; your body stiffened as you braced yourself, fearing for the worst. To your surprise, you felt the warm embrace of his arms wrapping stiffly around you, pulling you tight against his chest. The familiar metallic scent that always accompanied him was even more pronounced now. For years, Michael had not experienced the kindness of being treated like a normal humming being. It had been so long since someone had looked at him the way you did, with that familiar spark in your eyes whenever you caught sight of him in the corner. He couldn't understand you, he knew fear lingered in your heart, yet you continued to treat him as if he were just another person in your life. You always made sure to leave extra food for him, leaving your back door unlocked so he wouldn't have to struggle to enter. You never disclosed his presence in your home to anyone, whether out of fear that he might harm you or for your own personal reasons. Michael was truly grateful for your gift, even though it caught him by surprise.

You were genuinely expecting Michael to pull away as soon as you returned the hug, but shockingly, he didn't budge. Instead, you seized the moment to relax further into his embrace, savoring the warmth and comfort it provided, all while attempting your best to push aside the chilling reminder that this man has taken multiple lives. It was a surreal contradiction, feeling safe and at ease in the arms of someone with such a dark history. But in that moment, all that mattered was the security of his hold, even if that comfort was deeply unsettling. 

[monotone-artist]

[id in alt]

some idw redraws

[cringelordofchaos]

SOUTH PARK OMORI AU BECAUSE IM ACTUALLY INSANE

If anyone has any questions about what the actual fuck is supposed to be going on feel free to ask !!!

Hopefully this makes sense to someone out there

(basically stan is sunny, Kyle is somewhat Aubrey, Kenny is somewhat kel and a little hero, Cartman is NOT hero though, butters is basil and shelley is mari. And tolkien is kim now ig.)

[rouge-the-bat]

the way i see team urameshi after meeting shiori is like

[mcytegg]

i think im in too deep w charmander duo. bc i was thinking abt how flame thinks very little abt bans, and how theres a genuine possibility he helps the Guardians ban people not even bc he thinks bans should matter, but just like for fun bc he doesnt think of it that seriously. which led me to thinking "wait but pangi could help him change his mind ^-^" nd now im just thinking of an au where pangi does Just That .

[riaki]

PHEW okay. rn im working on a yoshida fic but i completely spitballed and went off the rails ...... so um. might be a while before that comes out, so take some (many) thoughts and drabbles of weird stalker boy instead !! yoshida hirofumi x reader

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat take this for yoshi fluff n some mild angst.. for now......

i feel like yoshida would definitely be the kinda guy to give his all in keeping it together; especially with his position as student council president (that he's only half-committed to, really) topped off with his life in the private sector of devil hunting, his image is extremely important to him. not because he has a huge ego or is self-obsessed, but he knows that a lot of people look up to him and rely on him. that being said, he's (probably, yoshida lore when) only human, and he's bound to struggle and wrestle with the workload he's chained to, and it can often get the best of his emotions and stress him out.

so a little word of encouragement here, a sweet 'washed your dishes and your clothes cus i saw you were busy' there would be everything he needs to spur himself on even if he's exhausted; hearing the phrase "i'm proud of you." from your mouth in your sweet, sweet voice? makes it all worth it. 

all considered, he doesn't want you to do too much for him; he never lets you pay for your shared meals or drive the two of you home, BUT you should give it your all in trying anyway! acts of service for him seem subtle, but they really mean the world to him when you try so hard to lighten his burden. he thinks it's the most endearing thing on the planet. on the days he lacks the energy to even utter a small mumble of protest, he'll let you take the wheel- but those days are rare, so capitalize on the opportunity! being a gentleman is tiring, so make him coffee (not black) instead of letting him buy the headache-inducing cans of sickeningly sweet caffeine from the vending machines outside his apartment when you rise early enough to; let him fall asleep in your lap and gently play with his hair while you handle a homework assignment for him or two. bonus points if he wakes up to something sweet or savory made by those hands of yours that he loves to hold so much; do that, and he might just dream of marrying you the next time he indulges in an afternoon nap in the confines of your arms. 

(and when you hold him to your chest and whisper sweet nothings into his ears on the days he's earned further affection from you? it makes him feel like he's being granted a visit from the heavens, though hell knows he'll never make it up there. but, if he thinks he's being honest, it doesn't matter to him- not when you're right in front of him, a taste of divinity. not when you're gently tracing each slope and ridge in the shape of his left ear, thumb tenderly prodding at the soft skin between the cold metal piercings on his ear. it's like you're mapping out just this minuscule section of his body, and he's found himself praying to whatever's out there that you'll always be here to give him this; that one day, you'll have ran your fingers over every inch of him, memorizing the intricacies of the very bones in his body.)

to me, his primary love language would definitely be quality time- more so for him than you (but he still hopes you enjoy it enough to indulge him. makes him feel like a kid in a candy store with free reign over his monthly allowance.) meaningful talks with you and silly fun banter is all he needs to take his mind off the stresses currently throwing him for a loop and let loose a little. that’s one of the reasons why he fell so head over heels for you— you make it a little easier to breath whenever you’re around him. also... he loves the look on your face whenever he surprises you with gifts, so count on an uninvited bouquet of flowers in some varying hue of your eye color, or surprise boxes of jewelry- that is, if he can afford it. if not, he'll take you out when the weather is pleasant enough and you're in the mood for a cup of boba or an evening out in the nearest shopping district, browsing the warmly lit stands as the chatter of people bustling by fills your ears and he holds onto your hands in the simple pretext of not wanting you to get lost as he buys every mouth-watering festival food you lay your eyes on without hesitation. maybe he'll even treat you to a quick stop at a standing ramen restaurant- and if you're too tired to support yourself on your own two legs, he has no problem carrying you. after all, with his private devil hunting, you both know he's more than capable of that. and so, rest-assured you’ll return home on those gleeful days with full stomaches, bags n boxes full of sticky dango and fresh glistening apples the shades of a red autumn, and giddy smiles coupled with painted strawberry blush that dusts your cheeks and stains your ears. and if, throughout that entire vivid night of fireworks and sweet n savory scents drifting from stalls and the treats in the hands of vivacious children, you happen to get some crumbs or powder on your cheeks, he's more than happy to wipe it away with an affectionate thumb and earnest smile— or even lean in for a taste straight from your flushed skin.

on the topic of his side job in the private sector, though- yoshida prefers to keep you as far away as possible from the side of his life that's three feet deep and counting in missions at the Bureau. and of course, he takes no pleasure in lying to your face, especially when he realizes that you realize the half-assed mutters that fall from his lips don't answer the questions you demand answers to. 

he knows it's a necessity, though. so he never tells you the truth when it comes to this matter. 

but you can only see the tip of the iceberg of cold, guilty pain that washes over him when he watches your trust in him slip like you're loosing your footing; the excuses he spins that you don't buy and the way he feels like he's being scrutinized beneath your burning gaze as your eyes rove over the rough cuts on his arms and the blooming purple bruise on his jaw that you know isn't a love mark (or at least, you hope so. your mind won’t let you consider the possibility.) makes him feel guiltier than ever. on every other occasion, he never shies away from your gaze; for one, he’s well aware of how attractive he is, but all the compliments and shy confessions he’s ever received feel minuscule when you look at him like he’s your world, so loving that it seems to make the sun shine an inkling brighter and the birds outside his window sing a little sweeter amongst the symphony of nature. but on less pleasant occasions, when it feels like you’re appraising him— no. not just him. appraising his words, weighing them on a golden scale that’s supposed to be unbiased towards the truth, but your heart can’t take the strain when you consider the possibility of him lying to you, and he feels more distant from you every time you look at him in a way that makes him want to shrink away and shut himself up from your prying eyes that he knows are only well-intentioned— which is all the more reason why he falters under the weight of them.

but it’s not like he’d ever tell you that, though. so really, it’s up to you to decide how you act; to probe him and risk a few unintentionally harsh words aimed in your direction in the hopes of confronting the issue head-on before it’s too late, or simply sit back and let it fester until it’s grown out of control and manifests into a hurtful argument for both parties. miscommunication is the enemy to your relationship :(

that being said, yoshida is a bit of a control freak. when things don’t go the meticulous way he’s planned them out, he starts to loose his cool pretty easily, stressing his pretty head off about this and that, biting on his lip and curling a hand into his dark hair. really, though, it’s a simple fix— he tends to get overwhelmed easily only when it comes to things like this, n so all you have to do is tear him away from whatever’s preoccupying him and hold him, soothe his nerves by running your hands through his hair and rubbing gentle circles into his back. like i said, acts of service are really meaningful to him, esp w his line of work— makes him feel all fuzzy on the inside, like there’s a cluster of stars in his chest, his heart stuttering like a broken engine and a bouquet of lilies flowering in his stomach, petals clogging his throat and making it impossible for him to voice his gratitude. and so, after he calms down, he’ll take your hand and pepper little kisses on your knuckles until you ask him to stop with a bright smile and a laugh that sounds like the trickling melody of a running spring water stream.

but that’s an if, though. yoshida might not always manage to calm down— and sometimes his frustration will get the better of him. it might be difficult to manage; he’s so composed and collected for the most part that the meticulous patience required to deal with his boiling vexation might be unfamiliar to you, so it’ll be a bumpy slope. so try to be understanding in the case that he ever snaps at you, and know that he never means to hurt someone as important to him as you. give him time, and he’ll come around. <3

[swamiiyasssss]

It's established that Damian is middle eastern......this is GOLD for interactions in the Bat Household:

Damian "Wallahi you're catching these hands, Dick" Wayne

Damian "Sorry Alfred, but mother's knafeh recipe will always be better" Wayne

Damian "KHOL KHARA. TODD." Wayne

Damian "Titussss, ya hayatiii, ya amarrr :3, " Wayne

May or may not fast during ramadan but u best believe this adorable gremlin will have colonised the kitchen during Eid and cooking up stuff even Alfred is impressed with. I'm talking Fattoush, Kofta, stuffed vine leaves, Baba ganoush, Makloub.

[mrmeepsmadmind]

they are ignoring my big beautiful pathetic himbo wife and his cute little platypus tail that he has for some tank part reason im too dumb to understand why

[nicoyack]

wwhat if we all killed ourselves

[appallinnballin]

[claitea]

kingdom hearts au where n is split into a nobody and heartless who search for reshiram and zekrom respectively. is this anything