#nerve wracking at the end

[sainz100]

2024 US GP | x

[shiiro-arts]

Official art Nalu vs manga/anime Nalu is so different you would think mashima is actually a horny fan drawing fanart of their OTP

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What do you mean this is official

Uuuh???

These just look like the fanbase most popular headcanons come on…

BFFR

[milimeters-morales]

Miles: can’t believe i’m reinforcing harmful stereotypes about gay people by wanting to be the “girl” in Ganke and I’s relationship 😢😭 i’m such an awful person!!!

Miles, 8 months later: 😲💡

[sysig]

Delusions (Patreon)

"Could I have your hand, sir?" Max didn't move, which Dexter was, sadly, getting used to.

"Sir?" Max jerked, then turned and stared at him, lost and blank. "Your hand, please."

Max's hand lifted shakily, and he laid it gently in Dexter's upturned palm. Dexter gave a quick and quiet "thank you," then turned it over in his own hand, observing him closely.

Too closely - his knuckles were rough and his fingernails were dull and cracked in places. His once-soft, not-a-day-in-his-life-subjected-to-hard-labour hands were now, already, toughened and split and scarred in places, especially the heel of his palm. He turned it over again, this time to stop looking so intensely. He had only wanted to give it a cursory glance to begin with.

"Do you know what I see, sir?" he asked as conversationally as he could manage, running his fingers along Max's abused flesh. He seemed to be at least half paying attention, his eye gazing down between them, and he'd occasionally twitch, encouragingly Dexter thought. He seemed to want to curl around him, then stopped and shook, his hand squeezing into a fist. Dexter coaxed him back out, encouraged him to hold himself lightly.

"What do you see?" He was almost startled by Max actually continuing their conversation, that happened so rarely now, shaking and quiet as it was. He took a deep breath, was he really going to do this?

"I see a hand, with five fingers." Max remained quiet, though his brow curled, and a guarded look came into his eye, though he still wasn't looking at Dexter. He felt a pang of guilt, but he had to try. "What do you see?"

Max's eye unfocused and began to water. He looked up, but not enough to reach Dexter's gaze in return, instead staring through his chest, and he felt just as hollow and empty as he must look to him.

"Do you take me for a fool, DAX?" Quiet and as close to angry as he'd heard since they'd been here.

No, not angry.

Betrayed.

He swallowed down the stinging lump at the back of his throat. He had to put on a brave face, had to keep his composure if he wanted Max to get better. That was the only thing he wanted, more than anything.

"Of course not, sir. Genuinely, what do you see?"

Max pulled his hand away and turned his body, his bandaged side facing Dexter. Shutting him out, pointedly. Dexter's empty hand curled into a fist, he was no better.

"Please, don't..." Max took a shallow, shuddering breath, and several beats before he spoke again, even quieter. "Don't ridicule me." Dexter could hear his breath catch, and he wanted nothing more than for this all to just stop.

"Sir, I didn't-"

"I've had enough of that." He shook his head stiffly, the action strange and wrong, like he had forgotten how. He stilled, his head turned even further away. "More than enough."

[invinciblerodent]

making the decision on who to back for Archon is...

ngl, it feels a little different now, from the way they perhaps intended when they were writing that quest

[griseldabanks]

Comfyvember 1

Story: superhero siblings (original) Prompts: Breaking bad habits — New day — Train ride

“I'm hungry,” Grace announced.

“Just a minute,” Sophie sighed, plopping down into the seat next to her. “Let's wait until the train gets underway.”

“Yeah,” Jack said, sitting down across from her. Unlike his sisters, he hadn't taken off his backpack. He sat staring tensely out the window at the train station, eyes flicking over the early-morning passengers milling about, poised to run at a moment's notice. “In case we have to get out of here in a hurry.”

Sophie glanced around the drab compartment at her siblings, whose faces looked pale and wan in the sickly lights overhead. Grace's big grey eyes seemed to take up half her face as she clutched her stuffed cat and looked up plaintively at her older siblings. Rebecca slumped in the window seat opposite Grace, long brown hair disheveled from their recent escape. Her jaw was set, as if to keep her teeth from chattering, and she hugged herself tightly.

And Jack...he looked so old. Bags under his eyes, creases in his brow, worry radiating off him like heat. He shouldn't look like that, like Dad did before everything went wrong, like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Sophie wondered what she looked like.

With a jolt, the train began to move, sliding away from the platform. As one, all four let out a breath of relief.

And immediately tensed as they heard a voice steadily approaching, calling down the corridor, “Tickets! Tickets, please!”

Sophie's eyes locked with Jack's across the compartment. Suddenly their plan of getting on the train and hopping off at the next city before anyone realized they didn't have tickets seemed as flimsy as Jack's initial suggestion that they hitchhike all the way to Missouri.

They listened to the ticket man opening the compartment behind Sophie, the rumble of his voice as he exchanged pleasantries with the passengers, the thump of his feet on the carpet outside...a pause, and then a brisk knock at the next compartment behind Jack, and more rumbling voices as he took the tickets from the people on the other side.

Sophie sat frozen, still staring into her brother's eyes as their mirrored expressions of tension faded into confusion. It was like the ticket man had...forgotten them. Or that he got confused and thought he'd already checked their tickets.

Narrowing her eyes with suspicion, Sophie looked at Rebecca, whose expression was oddly smug for someone who'd been terrified a moment before. “Rebecca!” she said sharply.

Rebecca held up her hands defensively, as if to say don't look at me! Tellingly, though, she didn't speak a word.

But Jack grinned, all the tension seeping out of his shoulders instantly. “That was you? Atta girl!”

They high-fived, but Sophie crossed her arms and snapped, “Don't encourage her! Or she'll never break her bad habit!”

“Bad habit?” Jack snorted. “Of what, saving our hides?”

Sophie glanced at the window to the corridor, even though she knew no one could hear, and lowered her voice to a hiss. “Of using telepathy when we know Dr. Clementine has machines that can sense it!”

Rebecca, still unable to talk in the wake of using her powers, waved her hands to get their attention and then pointed out the window meaningfully. The train had already picked up speed, and tall buildings and streetlights flitted past, growing more and more spaced out by the minute. Soon, they would be out of the city limits—and hopefully out of Dr. Clementine's grasp.

“I'm hungry,” Grace reminded them.

“Right. Sorry.” Sophie glanced at Rebecca, including her in the apology.

Bending down, she opened her backpack and looked at the rather paltry supplies she'd managed to grab from the kitchen on their way out. “Well, I've got crackers and peanut butter...no knife, though.”

“That's fine,” Jack said, holding out his hand to accept the jar of peanut butter so he could open it. “We don't really have an easy way to wash one anyway.”

Sophie carefully divided up one sleeve of crackers into four portions and handed them out. Jack passed the jar over to Grace first, and she scooped out a generous portion of peanut butter onto her cracker before passing it on to Rebecca. She looked up imploringly at Sophie again. “Read to us?”

Setting aside the cracker sleeve with her meager portion, Sophie reached over to dig around in Grace's backpack for the one book she'd allowed her to bring (well, seven books in one, but who was counting?). The only book from their old home that they'd hung onto despite Dr. Clementine's assurances he could buy them as many books as they wanted, and all in first editions. And Sophie was glad of that now, since he never had taken them to the fancy bookstore like he'd promised.

Pulling the bookmark out and tucking it behind her ear, Sophie began to read as she'd been doing every night. “At first Shasta could see nothing in the valley below him but a sea of mist with a few domes and pinnacles rising from it....”

And so, as the sun slowly rose in the sky and the buildings of the city gradually faded away into rolling hills, the four siblings passed around the peanut butter jar and listened to a tale of far-off lands and talking animals, a world far away from the dangers looming ahead of them. At least for a few minutes, they could believe they were also headed for a home that would welcome them.

[knaveofmogadore]

You ever wake up from a dream so fucked that you have to sit there for 10 minutes after waking to rewrite the ending so that you can move on with your day or are you normal

[speremint]

B&R is legit one of my favorite stories, I love the characters, their diversity and depth to the characters. I get so gitty when I see the episode notification and I get to see my favorite mortal and demon! I want to never not see them but I also can't wait to see what you have planned for the end, I am on the edge of my seat every episode!

YOU'RE TOO SWEET, THANK YOU!!

[colorisbyshe]

a car cut me off by illegally driving on the shoulder and then passed another car illegally crossing the double yellow lines and still got stuck at the same red light as the rest of us 💀

[twilightakiishi]

if y’all ended up on one of those youtube speed dating shows with your f/os, which one do you think you’d end up with?

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Ugh, it's been a fucking week. My dog had surgery Tuesday and work is starting me on a massive project, so I've basically been ignoring my drafts and half my DMs. My pup is doing better thankfully so I'm hoping to tackle some over the next few days when I'm not working. Failing that, I'm hoping to at least throw Ikkaku into a few people's inboxes to keep her active/relevant. Let me know if you want anything specific from her or if we have a few threads together if there's one you want me to focus on. Meanwhile, I'm going to shower and try not to get buried in stress and negative feelings and whatnot.

[magentagalaxies]

currently inviting some people to my standup show tomorrow (the 20-minute one for my standup class which I am doing in character as aubrey) and they're??? excited to go???? what????

[pallases]

I GOT A CALLBACK

[lesbiansanemi]

I maybe potentially (most likely) have covid but my job is being so fucking cagey about if I’m going to be on the receiving end of disciplinary action for not coming in because of it. I have multiple symptoms of it and was in close contact for an extended period of time with two people who have tested positive for it. I went to get an official test from an urgent care place (because I was told I need proof for my job), and was told it would be up to 48 hours until I get results and until then I needed to self isolate and then obviously continue if the test is positive. They wrote me a note saying to excuse me from my job which I emailed to them. But they keep emailing me like “well the cdc says isolation is no longer necessary so…. If you don’t have a fever you’re supposed to come in” and now I’m so paranoid that I’m going to get write ups for not coming in despite having a literal doctor’s note telling me not to because all covid protections have been so thoroughly axed and it’s treated like any “normal” illness (though this shouldn’t be okay for ANY illness, not just covid) and if you don’t have sick time (which most places don’t supply at all, or if they do, it’s a dismal amount) you have to come in or experience the consequences and I’m just 🙃🙃🙃 so anxious about it and also I fucking hate this country for putting MILLIONS of people in this position where they have to choose between not going work but risking being fired and losing their livelihoods which leads to SO many risks if you have no safety net (and most people don’t) OR going in because you just don’t have a choice but you’re miserable and actively spreading highly infectious diseases to multiple other people. I truly don’t understand how there are people who look at this system and act like it’s fine

[pixxelminxx]

god i really do not get davejade at ALL like clearly jade is attracted to dave on some level bc she dated davesprite but i did not read any of her interactions w davedave as romantic.

i also see her relationship w davesprite as a kid relationship where they like each other on some level but can’t distinguish between romantic and platonic affectuon bc they don’t have enough experience. i also fee that davesprite broke up w her bc he realized this and he communicated ineffectively bc he was an emotionally avoidant kid.

also davedave doesnt seem to express any attraction to her… obviously he expresses love for her but that was extremely best friend energy to me

idk it just annoys me when characters are friends and they have actually well written platonic chemistry with each other and well written romantic chemistry with other characters AUGH

its not like i think theres anything morally wrong w shipping them i just hrrghgh i feel like its a case of a guy and a girl being friends and it being read as romantic by default -_-

he just so clearly has feelings for karkat and i dont see him having feelings for jade, i get bothered in the same way by karpeta. karkat shows no attraction to nepeta its a one sided crush i just dont get shipping characters when theres no evidence of mutual attraction :///

THEY ARE MORAILS ♦️♦️♦️♦️ i love their friendship its so cute

no hate to davejade shippers pls don’t try to argue w me on this you won’t change my mind.

agree to disagree etc etc you can ship whatever you want i just don’t get it and like complaining >_< none of my friends like homestuck so i must shout and hope my 11 followers dont find it too annoying

[lookthetart]

Having flatmates is the most unnatural state of living