#oh yeah they had fucking LASERS it was CRAZY

[okcoolthanks]

I’m gonna make a tag for my updates playing ultrakill cause I think up some funny shit

[cumironi]

Enemies to lovers toji x fem reader!!!!! Theyre both in college and reader is usually really smart and focused n stuff but toji likes to tease her and yeah!!!!

THUNDERSTORM : TOJI FUSHIGURO

oh just how much you hate toji fushiguro, and the feelings are mutual. you are a calm, intelligent and focused person, while he's in the other hands annoying, stupid, arrogant and many other things you hate— you hate how he always makes your heart beat like a thunderstorm.

content warning: college! toji, non-sorcerer jjk, fluff! toji

i wasn't doing my best with this one but i hope you like it

“stop that.”

“stop what?” your eyes narrowed.

“doing that thing with your face when you're happy, it's making me nauseous.” he's looking at you as he's making a disgusted face. his index finger makes a circle while pointing at your face. your smile dropped and an annoyance sounds left your lips. you slam the tray and sit yourself beside the white-haired boy, gojo satoru. and there's that boy, in front of you eating his lunch with a disgusted face as he eyed you, toji fushiguro.

“get your nasty finger off my face before I break it,” your hands move faster trying to catch his finger only for him to pull away faster. “always so slow,” he mocked you. “oh fuck you, toji,” you spit to him, getting more annoyed each second you look at him. while the other boy just laughed. seeing how your face turned red from anger amused him. toji fushiguro always showed a liking every time spat at him, getting nastier and sassier each second. hands gripping on something tightly or just clenched your fist he's afraid you're gonna make your nail bleeding from your nail.

he loves how your eyes always look at him like you're on fire, how your pretty mouth insults him in the most hilarious way he could ever imagine. he loves to have the power of having a calm, pretty, intelligent person like you going crazy because of a person like him. a girl with patience like a saint always growling in anger every time he open his mouth. it's like watching a soap opera, for free. you, on the other hand, despise him with all of your heart. you hate the way his green eyes glisten when the sun hits, you hate the way his personality is embedded in each word when you read a poem about love, you hate the way his voice shapes into a melody and echoes his entire being, scaring you.

“what are you doing here, anyway?” satoru asked as he shoved a macaron into his mouth. you look at the man in front of you, feeling confused also. toji never sits with you and your friends, always with his suicide squad— sukuna and weird ass choso, you swear that guy always looks like his soul just gets sucked out of his body. “yeah, toji? what the fuck are you doing here?” you parrot, this time sassier and you glare at him.

“what? I can't have lunch with friends now?”

you and satoru look at each other before you roll your eyes, “can you please go be annoying somewhere that's away from me?” you asked, nearly begging. you're too hungry to deal with toji's nonsense and he's too insufferable to be around. “but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun,” he pouts, pretending to be sulking as he put his palm under his cheeks and battling his eyelashes. but you don't budge, just keep glaring your eyes to him hoping suddenly your eyes let out a laser that could kill him on the place.

toji sighs in defeat before he gets up throwing you a glance of judgement, “boo, you whore.” and with that he swings his ass as he walks away with a tray in one hand and the other on his jeans pocket— leaving you with mouth hanging open.

“fucking asshole.”

you feel something was throwing at you— hitting your back of the head. you're in class right now, trying to focus on whatever your professor was talking about. you try to ignore whatever that was throwing at you but each time it's getting bigger and you become more annoyed. so with the last patience you had left, you snap your neck to look at whoever it is— of course it's other than toji fushiguro. “what?” you yelled whispered. “let me borrow your pen,” he said, looking like an idiot with his slay grin, makes you more annoyed.

“no, shut up!”

you back to your position again and this time you're insisting on not gonna pay toji any attention. for a moment things got quiet and you don't hear anything from toji. but of course, that man wasn't letting you sit there in class and try to study quietly. you hear something from your behind that makes you turn around only to find already sitting there, smiling at you. “what the fuck are you doing?” your voice rough while you shoot a glance at your professor.

“i miss you,” he pout.

you look at him in disgust, “shut the fuck up toji, i'm trying to learn something here,” you grumble. that's only amused him more as he put both hands under his chin and battling his eyelashes to you. “make me, y/n,” he whispered, trying to be seductive as he snout his lips to you and making a kiss noise. you winces in disgust before shoving his face away with your hand.

“what the fuck is wrong with you..”

he just laughed.

you were walking on the hallway of your campus alone. book on your left hands and the other holding a cup of your coffee. you spend a night working on your project until morning and you haven't got a single sleep, so you really need caffeine to keep you awake. when you turn around the corner something big suddenly come out of nowhere, startled you by surprise.

“AH!”

you were so shocked that you fell on the floor along with your books and coffee getting you wet in the process. you look up only to find toji fushiguro hovering you. hands in pocket as he looks down at you. “you scared me,” you shriek. his shoulder move up and down as he shrugged, looking unbothered. “well, i'm naturally terrifying,” he said obvious, like it's was something natural and common. you scoff while rolling your eyes.

“nobody finds you terrifying, fushiguro.”

he frowned after hearing what you were saying, “that's not true, everybody finds me terrifying,” he said in defense. you snicker and cover your mouth, “you're delusional because I'm not finding you terrifying,” you mocked him. and toji doesn't seem like he's agree with whatever you just yapping about. his green eyes bore at you and he was silent for a moment like there's a war inside his head.

“what?” you feel annoyed as he keeps on looking at you with an expression you can't figure out. something you never seen on his face before, something unfamiliar. but he keeps his mouth shut, refuses to speak and entertained you with his lame answer but no, he just stood there looking like he just found something he's longing for who knows how long. his eyes, you can't stand it— worse, you were afraid of it. it feels like his eyes can touch you more than his hands ever could, that's the only thing about him that terrifying to you.

a hard covered book kisses his face harshly to snap him out of whatever he was in. he grimaces in pain and rubs the red on his forehead— where the book landed. “the fuck is wrong with you?” he yells in pain. “stop being a baby,” you dryly said to him. before he gets to let out a bunch of insults, your high pitched scream stops him. your white shirt covered with coffee making your boobs and bra look visible.

“oops,” toji laugh.

you who's still on the floor sending a tall man in front of you a glare. toji swear he can see the steam coming out of your ears. “look at what you've done!” you growl in anger. toji rolled his eyes bored before scoffing, “stop being a baby,” he mocked you— purposely throwing you the same sentence you just said to him. you clicked your tongue as you tried your best to clean yourself with hope in your heart that it doesn't leave a stain. toji just standing there watching you.

he let out a sigh before throwing you his leather jacket making you stare at him in confusion. “cover yourself, idiot.” and just like that he walks away, leaving you all confused and dumbfounded.

your day is always filled with toji fushiguro. every corner you go, fate seems to find it amusing when he's making your blood boil and your face turns red like fresh tomatoes, that's why it always sends him around, find you every time. you started to get used to his presence. you started to find the scar on lips look more stunning than it used to— especially when he's smile. you no longer feel scared when his green eyes flashed to you. his smile become sweet, different from the rest, from everyone else. you started to notice everytime he touches you it suddenly felt as if the stars dancing across your skins.

“your hands,” he said, softly this time.

you don't say anything, too amused with how beautiful he becomes after all this time, after you start to notice. like it has its own thoughts, your hands just move to the man in front of you, letting him hold it like it's always belonged to him, and it fits perfectly also. and then there's it, the stars thing again. something you're unfamiliar with but knowing you're gonna become an addiction of it, of his touch.

he slipped something on your ring finger. you look down to your hand, hand that he was holding. a ring with white bunny, matching with him as he shows you his hand. your heart smiles, followed by your lips but then it's beating faster, knocking your chest as if it's begging the man to hear. you scared so you look at him and your heart beating faster than before when you realize he's already looking, like a thunderstorm. “it's promise ring,” his voice gentle.

toji fushiguro, a man who couldn't go on with his day without hearing your voice, he couldn't go on with his day without feeling your eyes on him, without your presence around him— it feels like an addiction he doesn't realize, getting too attached to each second. when you're not around he's always looking for you, purposely making you mad just because he knows you're the most expressive when you with him, knowing only him that can makes you feel something you try to denied. he too, try to denied.

the feeling he has for you wasn't something he is familiar with and he's unhappy with that. he wants to quit because every time you walk into that hallway beautifully his head feels fuzzy and the world faded into the background like on the movies show, it's lonely and cold. and standing there with you, in the middle of your campus festival, where people and times move faster— but not faster as his beating heart.

“i'll pick your thunder,” he said, nearly whispering.

you didn't like this boy, you didn't find him attractive in a romantic way, his face wasn't something you'd be thinking about next week. he spoke and he sounded just like the others, a voice you wouldn't recognize again, but now he seemed gentle, so do for toji, he didn't like you last year, but now he started to notice the way you filling the room, expanding like a butterfly breaking free from the cocoon, it was hard not to notice you glisten when all eyes darted like spotlights on you.

when you speak everyone has no choice but to listen and indulge in your smile. or when the room is empty and moonlights spills in through a creak in the door. he starts to love the way your eyes gleam. you changes, you're no longer just a gentle looking girl. he didn't care for the soft waves in your hair but now he started to notice each wave, and the clothes that you wears, and the way that you stands, and smiles, and walks.

you find yourself not just listening but losing touch of things when he talks. he was just another head in the crowd, he was just annoying classmates that always fuming you, you wouldn't recognize his voice when he speaks, but now it is echoing in your mind out loud. he hasn't changed a bit but how something both of you overlooked become something both of you desire?

he didn't like this girl

and you don't like this boy

but you and him now sure do

how'd you do it?' you thought.

how'd you do it?' he thought.

how'd you make me fall in love with you?

[winterarmyy]

Just a passing thought but what if dark!stalker!bucky is infatuated with this lovely girl who he often sees at the local library…

He never approached her, of course. God, no. How can he? He was literally dripped with the vibe of a ‘serial killer’, dark and brood and dangerous and she was just everything soft and sweet. She’d be running scared if he approached her first. So he decided to be patient, to wait for the bunny to walk into the wolf’s den on her own. Though, that didn’t stop Bucky from watching her in the shadows, or sending death threats to all the men she went on dates with, or setting up hidden cameras all over her apartment. 

Bucky made himself comfortable on his bed, fingers lazily tapping on his phone, checking each camera to make sure none of them were out of order. “Perfect. Now, where’s my sweet bunny?”

Honestly, Bucky never expected anything from this, oh who was he kidding? He was kinda expecting to see her curled up in her comfy chair, buried behind a book like how he often sees her in the library and maybe see her spend hours on rubbing her skin with those perfumed moisturizer because she always smelled so fucking good.

I mean, he did see those things, but more. So much more. And he was not ready for it. He didn’t know why it never came across his mind, maybe because of how soft and sweet she was acting with other people but…. there she was; doing the weirdest, silliest, quirkiest, stupid things when she's alone.

Bucky is so baffled and confused at first; like how did this shy and quiet girl just change completely? Oh, but he loves it. He can’t remember the last time he laughed this loud, this genuine. Not since he fell off that train, not when he reunited with Steve just to be left alone again. 

Now? God damn, he laughs every day. Now, he is rolling on his bed, tears threaten to spill out from the corners of his eyes.

He just witnessed how she abruptly threw the knife and carrot in her hands at the sound of the Samsung washing machine going off from a distance. She glided and slid her way to the laundry room, as if drawn to the rhythmic beep. Her face was set with utmost seriousness, but her body began to sway, moving with the same well-choreographed dance that she always performed when lost in her own little world of domestic rhythms.

Her movements were both precise and fluid, a blend of graceful steps and playful spins while maintaining the same laser-focused expression on her face. She twirled in time with the washing machine’s vibrations, as if the appliance had its own secret beat that only she could hear. When the song ended, she straightened up and walked back to the kitchen. 

She picked up the knife and carrot with the same efficiency as before, seamlessly returning to the task of prepping her veggies as if the dance had never happened at all. 

Yeah, sure. Bucky jerked off to her some nights; of course he would . Especially when she was moaning and whimpering so sweetly as she played with her clit. But this? The random crazy shit she does? He loves to see it.

Fuck, he loves her.

“Oh, bunny. Looks like I’m gonna need to chase you now that you refuse to come to me.”

Just a thought tho...

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Lil wholesome story time: I'm currently in my 7th semester (last year of college) and we don't have many classes to attend, like I only have 3 classes and an internship. So to fill up my remaining credits, I decided to enter the Comics Class. It was a class from the Visual Communication Design major, but students from any other major can attend it as well.

Anyway, I went to the class, there were 70-ish students, we were divided into groups of 4, and got assigned to design a character for our comics. The four of us went crazy, talked about our characters and stuff, it was weird in the most fun way possible, but we were vibing with our characters.

We got carried away, and literally 15 minutes before the classes ended, one of us said "oh hey let's trade Instagram art accounts!" and one by one we had to say our usernames. When it's my turn, I said "it's sleepy, confused, potato."

One of my group of friends literally STARED at me with laser beam eyes. She said, "SLEEPYCONFUSEDPOTATO????" and I said "Ye--YeAaH????" She repeated, "THE SLEEPYCONFUSEDPOTATO????" and I nodded harder, "YEAH???? IT'S MY INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT-- I CAN SPELL IT IF YOU WANT--" as I opened my IG on my phone. AND THEN SHE BEGAN SHAKING AND MOVING HER KNEES AND COVERING HER FACE FLUSTERED AND THEN SHE SAID "I FINALLY FOUND YOU!!!! I'M A BIG FAN!!!"

AND I WAS LIKE "NO FUCKING WAYYYY" SHE SAID "JADE RIGHT????" AND I WENT "OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD."

Her friend (from the same major) said that she's been looking for me all this time, like I've written on my bios that I'm from Bandung, same college, from this major, and bla bla bla. Turns out she's a fan of CoD as well and in Indo it's pretty rare to find a CoD fan irl. So then she decided to attend this comics class, and then suddenly they were grouped together with me without knowing that I'm that kid that she's been looking for it was fucking funny AJSDFLJAFDA 😂😂

Anyway she has an OC ship as well with Price and we screamed and fangirled together after the class it was super unexpected af and it certainly made my day.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Halloween, 1978

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Notes: Ye I guess today is just one of those goin through it kinda days. I am excessively sad and i, like 90% sure its just the after affects...effects of my period. Its whatevs

Day 12: Cardiophilia

Eddie stands behind Buck, rubbing his shoulders 

“Come on man, come on you got this”

The crowd around them cheers as Buck shoots the little ping-pong ball into the cup and the other team loses. Eddie shakes Buck and they both cheer along, high-fiving and doing their stupid little dance they’d been doing all night every time they got a shot. 

Eddie’s so distracted (and drunk) that he hardly even notices you walk past, that is until he spins around to grab Buck another egg roll and splashes what’s left of his drink all over your nurse costume, and subsequently your chest. 

“Oh my god!” You shriek and his mouth flies open 

“Oh god! Shit, fuck, shit I’m so sorry I’m-“ 

“Take her to the bathroom upstairs!” Buck shoves him toward the stairs and Eddie grabs your hand, pulling you with him as he profusely apologizes the entire way up. 

He locks the door and rushes to get towels for you, he awkwardly pats your chest before just shoving the towel into your hand. 

You snort and turn toward the sink, to dab some water on the light stain and sigh. It’s difficult to clean it up at this angle… 

“Hey, Doctor?” You ask as you look into the mirror. 

Eddie had decided to be a doctor for Halloween, he’d done a couples costume with Buck who was the patient with a giant blood spatter all over his gown. 

“Yes, Nurse?” He chuckles, shaking his head and you smile 

“Mind if I borrow your lab coat for a while? I think it would be easier to clean this if I took it off” 

“Oh yeah of course” He takes it off while you unzip the front of your dress, he knows he should have looked away, but he couldn’t help himself. You look at him as you let it fall from your shoulders, he gulps as he keeps his eyes laser-focused on yours, no way is he looking down at that lacy bra and… and 

Okay, he was looking. The strings of your panties cling to your hips and he can’t take his eyes off of you. You smirk and turn to run your dress under the water and he shifts uncomfortably, discreetly adjusting his hardening cock. 

“So uh- if you- if you wanted some privacy?” He points at the door and you dry your hands, before slipping on the lab coat 

“No, it’s okay… I think that’s gonna take a minute to dry and I don’t know, I guess I’d be pretty bored alone. That is if you wanna stay” 

“No-no I’m so cool with staying- I’m… fuck am I good with staying”

“Uh huh, I bet” You smile, walking over to him. Your heels click against the tiles with each step you take, you reach out and grab his stethoscope, toying with it 

“This thing really work?” 

He smirks “Yeah of course it does… Why? You think you need a checkup?” 

“I don’t know… I’m feeling a little faint” 

You fan yourself playfully and he takes a step forward, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. He takes the end of it, putting it to your heart. 

“Mmm, I think I know the problem” His lips touch your throat and he can’t help but grin when he hears your heart rate pick up. His hand slides down your side as he kisses your neck and it goes crazy. 

“W-what’s my problem?” You whisper and he chuckles 

“I think your heart is beating too slow… we should seriously do something about that. Could be dangerous” 

“What do you suggest?” You mumble breathily and he looks up at you, nuzzling his nose against yours 

“Maybe a kiss? Just to start things out..” 

You nod slowly and he captures your lips, pushing you back against the wall, keeping the little circular part against your chest. He can hear the way your heart rate skyrockets as he kisses you, your soft moan amplified in his ears. 

“Mmmm taste so good“ He kisses across your jaw, leaving hot kisses in his wake, he feels you grab onto the front of his scrubs as he slots his thigh between your legs. You whimper and he growls as you begin to grind against it. 

“Soundin’ so much better baby girl” He pants in your ear “But you’re still not where I want you…” 

He takes your hand and puts it on the stethoscope to hold it in place before his fingers slip inside your panties. He feels your wetness and grins against your skin. 

“Maybe this will help… you gonna be a good girl and take your medicine?” His fingers find your wet folds and you gasp, immediately rolling your hips against him 

“Mhm” You mutter, your body shuddering and he shakes his head

“You don’t sound very convincing” He moves his fingers away and you whine, your hips chasing after him. He leans down again, his lips attaching to your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.

“Yes Doctor, I’ll be good and take my medicine, I promise” 

Eddie groans against your neck, his fingers picking up speed as he thrusts them in and out of your tight heat. He can feel your walls clenching around him, your arousal coating his fingers as you work your hips on his hand desperately.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need” he encourages you, his other hand sliding up to cup your breast, squeezing your nipple through the thin lab coat. 

“You’re so fucking hot, Sugar. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”

He captures your lips in another bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he continues to finger fuck you. He can literally hear you getting closer, your body tensing beneath his touch, your heart beating out of your chest. He’d never been harder in his life and he can’t believe listening to you is getting him so worked up. 

“Do it,” You beg, your body shaking under his “Just put it inside me please, I want you to b-bend me over and-“

His pants are down faster than you can even finish the sentence as he twirls you around, pressing you into the wall.

“You want this, baby?”He asks, his voice rough with desire. He positions himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing you.

“You want me to fill you up?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, thrusting forward and burying himself deep inside your tight heat. You both moan at the sensation, your bodies fitting together perfectly.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groans, starting to move inside you. “So tight, so perfect”

“So yours” You purr as your head falls back against his shoulder. 

Eddie grins, his eyes dark with lust as he watches your face contort with pleasure. He loves seeing you like this, so lost in the moment, so desperate for him.

He picks up the pace, his hips slamming against yours as he pounds into your tight heat. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the small bathroom, mixing with your moans and gasps. Neither of you can even be bothered with wondering if anyone can hear you, the music is loud enough anyway. 

“That’s it, baby” He praises you, his voice strained. “Take it all. You’re doing so good.”

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. “I’m going to fill you up so good, sweet girl. You’re gonna feel me for days.”

His hand snakes between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. He can feel you getting closer, your walls starting to flutter around his cock. 

His other hand comes up, wrapping around your neck and you hold onto his wrist. He can hear your heart pounding in his ears, it matches so perfectly with his he could cum right there. Your hot, breathy gasps, your high-pitched whining, it’s all in his head right now as you completely overwhelm his senses. 

“God Eddie you’re t-too big, too much”

You pant, your cunt fluttering around his cock, taking him deeper as pumps his hips into you. He feels his legs getting weak as you say that, his cheeks flushing pink. 

His grip on your throat tightens slightly as he feels your pussy clench around him. The thought of making you come undone on his cock is driving him wild.

He increases the pace of his thrusts, his fingers rubbing your clit harder and faster. He can feel his orgasm building, that coil so close to snapping, but he holds back, determined to make you come first.

“Cum for me”, His voice was low and sexy. “Let go, baby. I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”

He leans down, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, marking you as his. His other hand slides down to grip your ass, pulling you deeper onto his cock.

You shatter on his cock, your orgasm flowing through your body all the way to the tips of your fingers. His name spills from your lips over and over again as he keeps pounding into you, fucking you through the waves of pleasure.

Eddie feels your body shake and tremble as you come undone beneath him. Your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him for all he’s worth. He groans, his hips stuttering as he fights to maintain control.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasps, his hand tightening around your throat. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

 He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he continues to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his hot seed. He moans into your mouth, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

 You both stay like that for a moment, your bodies intertwined, he can hear your hearts pounding in sync. Finally, Eddie pulls back, his softening cock slipping out of you. He helps to keep you on your feet, holding you close as you both try to catch your breath. 

“We have got to do this more often” You giggle as you take the stethoscope from his ears and put it back around his neck. 

“You’re telling me… that was fucking hot” He nuzzles into your neck and you turn around gingerly, giggling and holding onto him tightly. 

There’s a knock at the door and Eddie groans, walking you both slowly over to the door and cracking it open. 

“Hey I’ve got some club soda for Y/N’s costume… apparently that just gets shit out of everything” 

Buck lets himself in and goes over to the sink, pouring it over your dress to soak. 

“I can’t believe you spilled on her, we’re supposed to be a group costume. Now we don’t have a nur-“ 

He stops in his tracks, noticing your disheveled looks… the way he’s holding onto you… the glossy look in your eyes, and the exceptionally bright blush on Eddie’s cheeks. 

“IN MY BATHROOM?!” 

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #16

Wiggity what's up my fellow book clubbers, today we're taking a look at the ethics of treating artificially made intelligent lifeforms as second class citizens and what the qualifying factors are to determine a being as truly "sentient" and deserving of basic social rights. And by that I mean we're reading PKNA #12: Second Draft which is a comic where nothing bad happens!

This post is LOOONG btw.

okay we're just gonna start off our comic as normal and-

WOAH who's this handsome young devil in his little fancy suit??? What's that? Head of Ducklair Industries?..... yeah sure that makes sense I think.

Everett Ducklair 🤢🤢🤢 get a job stay away from him. Also this is a really nice way of saying you had to stop him from being overtaken by insane homicidal tendencies and putting guns in all his inventions btw

Haha woah what was that. Did the fabric of reality just tear for a second there or did my ADHD meds just kick in. Probably just me.

MASTER Donald???..... I don't even think I can write out the jokes I wanna make here they're too inappropriate for this blog sorry. But also what the fuck.

Uno stop mothering maybe I WANT to get frostbite and lose all my fingers

Not to take a sudden side tangent here but is this supposed to be like, a good thing? Don't the other seasons exist for a reason? I always thought fall and winter were meant to be like a cleansing period, they bring balance to the two other hotter seasons. If it's eternally spring, do some plants just never die? Are animals ALWAYS in the breeding season? Today we're going to overanalyze this one concept in an essay where-

OH MY GOD IT'S ODIN wait nevermind hiii Odin hiiiii. what's lookin good cookin. I mean- shit. fuck. shit.

I'm kind of obsessed with the way Odin is drawn in this comic. His whole body is all wiggly like a bendy straw. His stances go crazy.

gayass

Guys ever since I made that post about Odin's outfits and noticed that he's barefoot here it's been haunting me. Like it might just be a coloring error in this panel but also... why'd he take his shoes off. Also sorry for immediately revealing that it's Odin but um uhh I totally don't know who the OTHER cloaked figure is.

girlll you're giving away the game SHUT YOUR MOUTH

TWO Lylas?!?!?!

I'm loving Donald's shock lmao bro is fucking flabberghasted

This picture is so fucking silly bro. Nooo you can't put Odin in jail, he has such a nice suit on :(

Donald getting offended on Uno's behalf, not knowing that Uno is literally sitting right behind him. SURELY he'll figure it out eventually right.

Omg guys it's Geena!!! Remember Geena? From Portrait of the Young Hero? Anyways she has a gun now

Way to go Donald, you showed her basic empathy for like 2 panels and it gave her an actual sense of self value and NOW she thinks she deserves rights 🙄 she's gonna Detroit Become Human up in this bitch

beaming you with my evil lasers. what if he just fucking fried her brains here I think it would've been funny

Oh that's. probably bad.

ohhhh noooo.....

OOOOHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok so bad news, Geena fucking exploded and her droid rebellion is presumably over. The GOOD news though is that droids are destined to get their rights anyways, just in a less violent manor than in the timeline Geena had started. So... I guess that's a win?

Disappears in a cloud of beautiful sunset smoke... Goodbye Odin 👋

Donald. Please. DONALD.

Okay so there's a LOT to say about this comic (so much that I kept hitting the image limit and having to make edits to my post to make it more concise) but if I could summarize it into one word: damn. Like I'm just kinda sad now.

The whole concept of "do robots deserve to be treated like human beings" is a common argument to explore, we've seen it in all kinds of media before. The ethics that get touched on in this comic are nothing new, but I can't help but find this comic incredibly interesting to read in the year 2024. Maybe in 1997 the idea of robots integrating into our society seemed like a far-off concept, but in present day the ever-growing integration of AI technology really makes this chapter feel a little more close to home.

I mean, it's easy to be like "yeah, well of course the droids deserve to be treated like people." I mean, Lyla and Odin are droids, and we like Lyla and Odin! Odin is literally so lifelike that people don't even KNOW he's a droid. But I can't help but think about how this all ties back to the current ongoing debates surrounding the usage of AI, and specifically AI-made content. Obviously the AI we currently have is nowhere near the level of the characters in this series (chatGPT fucking WISHES it was Uno) but there's really interesting debates to be made here.

What qualifying factors determine whether or not a living being is deserving of the same rights we humans give to ourselves? Is it being biological? I mean, there are literally millions of types of animals on our planet, but we don't even treat them with the same level of respect we give to ourselves. So, is it intelligence? If we were to create a computer with the intelligence level of a living, breathing human person, would they be entitled to basic "human" rights? HELL IF I KNOW.

I love the way this comic handles exploring this topic. Geena isn't WRONG for wanting more, she's wrong in the way she went about it. Going as far as to literally alter the course of spacetime only further complicated things, for her AND for the other droids. Had Geena instead devoted her energy into droid advocacy in the modern day, things may have gone differently. This story isn't the end of droids getting rights, but it is unfortunately the end of Geena.

We ended on a happy note, but overall this story is a pretty melancholic one. Especially that whole "only machines can be rebuilt" like DAMN.

Anyways that's enough media analysis for today, time to take off my smart thinking hat and go back to being generally kinda stupid. I'm not gonna add anything about Angus Tales here at the end because I already hit the image limit lol. Umm shoutout to Angus Fangus for having like 110 parking tickets. Idiot.

[one-winged-dreams]

Stoner Ass Bitch

ship: adriel cordero x olyn dominguez source: original content cw: they are both SO fucking high word count: 2423

THESE KEEP GETTING FUCKING LONGERRRR. I'm trying to add more than just dialogue like I always fucking do, but now it's one of those 'add pancake mix. too thick add water. too watery add pancake mix.' scenarios. Anyway, this is FINALLY fucking done, christ alive.

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@faerie-circle-ships @heatobrienswife @tireddovahkiin

Home… God he was glad to be home.

The double shift working well into the night was, admittedly, Olyn’s bad. The laser focus was unyielding, he had become a vessel for his tools as he took on that beast of an engine block replacement. By the time he had come out of The Zone(™) the job was done and he wanted to go home and sleep for 80 hours give or take.

His whole morning had been a slow, intermittent trek through his house, broken up by naps on the floor. By 1pm, he had made it to his couch. Breakfast would be within his grasp… eventually. 

A knock on the door dashed any hopes of pacing himself.

“Babe, let me in, it’s fucking cold!”

Oh.

Sighing deeply, Olyn peeled himself from the surface of the couch, dragging himself in a great sacrifice to the door.

“Mi amor, mi vida, mi cielo. What the hell are you doing here?” he sighed once he had opened it. “I’m TIRED. I’m probably gonna just go back to sleep.”

“You could do that,” Adri hummed as he entered. “Or,” he turned around, holding a little makeup bag up by the corner, dangling it enticingly, “smoke you out?”

_

“Fuuuck, they were NOT kidding about those t-breaks.” Adri smoothed his hair back, as he lay back against the arm of the couch, legs planted in Olyn’s lap. “It’s blowing my goddamn mind here, Oly.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re up in space right now. With Elon Musk’s shitty car,” Olyn replied, his head tilted back to rest against the back of the couch. “Let’s go take a nap.”

“No quitters, we’re finishing this fucking bowl first,” Adri said, lifting his head to glare before lolling his head back again.

“That’s what you said about the last one,” Olyn sighed deeply. “Fine, but I need some ice cream or something, I’ve got a crazy fucking sweet tooth right now.”

Adri lifted himself again, gesturing vaguely but wildly.

“That’s what I’m always fucking saying to you! Those sugar cravings don’t play.”

“Because you are a human trash panda, babe. I have NEVER seen a man do the things you’ve done to a pack of gummy bears,” Olyn looked down at him, unable to keep from cracking a smile. “Pero, you’re not gonna drag my ass to the corner store, are you?”

“Oh my fucking god, why did you have to say that?” Adri groaned, throwing his forearm over his eyes.

"Adri. No. It's cold out there and I'm so comfortable. Please, baby, I am begging you not to make me put on my pants and face the elements," Olyn protested, looking like a man on death row. 

"But they've got that horchata machine at the 7-11. Come on, you want candy too," Adri pouted, giving him a weak shove.

Olyn whined. He DID want candy. He DID want some Takis and a big ass Slurpee. He’d been thinking about it for a good 10 minutes already, he just didn’t want to say something to jeopardize whatever warm gay cuddle puddle they had going on here. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this. Only because you convinced me, alright? We gotta smoke the rest of this and then we'll go get candy. Promise," Olyn groaned, returning the shove. 

“Okay, so don’t be a coward,” Adri said, all but shoving the ~ paraphernalia ~ in Olyn’s face. 

Olyn gave Adri a half-hearted glare, sticking his tongue out and trying not to think of putting his lips on Adri’s instead of the pipe. 

“You owe me,” he said, blowing his smoke down in Adri’s face. “YOU’RE paying.”

Adri scoffed in indignation.

“I smoked you out, come on,” he said, tossing a throw pillow at Olyn.

Olyn managed to catch the pillow, Adri’s aim was surprisingly on point when he was high. Making sure to set the pipe down first, he put the pillow in his lap, remaining vigilant. At the first sight of Adri’s grabby hands reaching for it, he presumed the worst (getting hit with a pillow) and tossed it to the other side of the room.

“Yeah, but you're about to have me put pants on and I hate that. I hate it, baby.”

“You’ve got like 15 pairs of sweats, come on. You know how much I love it when men wear sweatpants,” Adri whined. His turn to pout now.

“Fiiiine. My ass does look great in a pair of sweats,” Olyn conceded, peeling Adri off of himself to stand up. “Be right back.”

Olyn’s trip to the bedroom was a blur. He was tired. And really REALLY high. Goddamn he was so high. He didn’t even remember getting dressed, only coming back into the living room to see Adri half hanging off the couch. Naturally.

“Olyyyyn. Olyyyyy.”

“What?” he groaned. “Adri, what?”

With a soft sigh of affectionate aggravation, he hauled Adri back up onto the couch.

“Olyyyy isn’t a word, babe, c’mon.”

“I’m so fucking toasted. No, not even toasted. I’m crispy. Left me in the air fryer too long.”

“I know, mami, I know,” Olyn sighed, trying to pull Adri into a sitting position. “Now get up. Get up or I’m gonna drag you. Baby I do not want to have to carry your sorry ass to the corner store. Vamos.”

Now that he was in a proper sitting position, Adri let out a loud, guttural groan of indignation. He wanted a drink and some candy so fucking bad, but he was gonna complain about it the whole time.

“Put my Docs back on meee.”

Olyn responded with a deep sigh, staring down at him.

"You. Are. So. Lucky. That I love you."

He kneeled down, beginning the arduous process of getting Adri’s boots on him. He never loosened his laces. Why did he never loosen his laces?

Adri let out a snort, prompting Olyn to lift his head.

"We look like we're out of one of those gay leather fetish magazines right now.”

Olyn just stared at him for a moment before he doubled over laughing, struggling to stand up.

"What? Where the hell did that come from?" He asked, still laughing as he reached down to offer his hand. He sure as shit wasn’t gonna let Adri get away with conking out on his couch now.

"You don't know what bootblacking is? Come on, get it together," Adri said, weakly patting him on the head. He loved patting Olyn on the head, he had that little ahoge that bounced right back up. It probably wasn’t as funny sober, but it sure was entertaining right now.

“I can’t deal with you,” Olyn said as he finally pulled Adri up by his arm and dragged him to the door. “You’re gonna give me the giggles. Goddamn it’s cold, you sure you want to do this?”

"Yes, oh my god, if I don't have a soda in my hand in the next 5 minutes I'm killing someone," Adri replied, pushing past Olyn and beginning to make his way down the steps.

"Jesus," Olyn said, following shortly. "Babe, if you kill someone you can't move in with me. You can't, like, have a criminal history. I won't let you. My sweet, crazy boy." He grabbed Adri’s hand and gave it a squeeze, leaning into him. “I’ll help you dispose of the body.”

“Criminal history? Who says we’d get caught?” Adri shoved his hands in his coat pockets.

"Oh, babe. We'd be the sexiest Bonnie and Clyde," Olyn said, leaning closer. "Two beautiful, smart guys on the run?" He sighed dreamily. "You wanna rob a bank, baby?"

Adri snorted violently, descending into a fit of giggles.

“Oly quit, I can’t with you!”

“No, babe, I’m dead serious.” OIyn grabbed Adri by the shoulders, turning him towards him. “You're sexy and you like to commit crimes. We’d be such a hot criminal couple.”

"Shoplifting snacks from Target doesn't constitute as a crime, Olyn," Adri scoffed, brushing him off and starting to walk again. "Overpriced white people candy is BEGGING to be yoinked."

Olyn gasped a little bit.

"Adri!" He said, smacking him on the hip. "Did you steal something? Have you been stealing things from Target and not telling me?"

Adri doubled over laughing hysterically, holding onto his shoulder.

"Olyn quit, everything is funny right now!"

Olyn made sure to catch him before he fell over. 

“Babe, you are SO high right now. Like, it’s insane how high you are.”

"You're high too, look at you!" Adri said, giving him a little push before deadpanning, looking deathly serious. "Olyn you better not fucking laugh."

"... Or what? You gonna kill me?" Olyn asked before busting up into a fit of giggles. "I'm trying! I'm trying so hard to keep it in, I'm sorry!" He said, turning his face away so Adri wouldn't see him laughing.

"I knew it! You fucking stoner ass bitch," Adri laughed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

Olyn laughed even harder, hiding his face in Adri’s neck. He was so high. Being a stoner ass bitch with his beautiful, weird little goth bf. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

"I'm gonna have so much cotton mouth when we get to the 7-11," he said, still hiding his face.

"I already do, hurry the fuck up," Adri wheezed, smacking him weakly but repeatedly on the back as they made it to the 7-11 parking lot.

"Okay, I gotchu, baby, I'm going."

The two of them managed to enter the convenience store with no further incident, taking a moment to breathe and compose themselves.

"Oh, thank god," Olyn said, heading straight for the Slurpee station. "I've never needed a Slurpee more in my life. Adri. Come here." He said, standing by the machines and waiting for Adri to come stand next to him.

"Hold the fuck on, I'm getting my tea," Adri said, coming around with a can of peach tea in his hand. "Baby, you want your Takis?"

“Ooh, I could kill a bag of Takis right now,” Olyn said, putting most of his focus into filling up his Slurpee cup without spilling anything. “Get me the regular fuegos?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the glimpse of a bag being lifted into the air from the other aisle, as if asking to confirm these were, indeed, the ones.

“Si,” he replied. Getting the lid on this goddamn cup was rocket surgery at the moment. "I'm gonna go see if they have hot dogs or something. Do you want a hot dog?"

“Get me a couple of crispitos,” Adri replied, sounding deep in contemplation.

“Bet.”

Once Olyn had acquired his hot dog, Slurpee, and Adri’s crispitos, he made his way to the checkout counter. After a moment, Adri came around the corner with his peach tea, Olyn’s Takis, and some peach rings.

“Okay, I’m trying to be responsible,” he said, a deeply thoughtful, almost sage-like expression on his face as he stared down at the snacks.

Olyn had been standing there staring at the clerk, who was not interested in him in the least. Poor guy just wanted to do his job, Olyn was just too high to be paying attention.

"You want me to pay, baby?" He asked, taking his eyes off the clerk finally.

Adri wrinkled his nose and waved a dismissive hand at him

“No pasa nada,” he said, sliding the items across the counter before looking down. “Babe, this lighter has a fucking pikachu on it.”

"Oh my god does it?" Olyn said, looking at the rack of lighters. The Pikachu lighter was so funny for no reason. He had to have it.

"You're gonna have to let me pay, I need that lighter," he said, looking up at Adri with legitimate puppy eyes, 33 year old man that he was.

"You just wanna pay so you've got dibs. We're gonna do joint custody of this lighter, you hear me?" Adri asked him with a gentle elbow to the ribs.

"Oh, I don't know if I want joint custody. This may be the dealbreaker in our relationship," Olyn said, reaching for the lighter and holding it up like it was a baby. "Look at him! He's so cute. I'll give you visitation rights to the lighter, that's about all I'm willing to give you, baby."

Adri stared at him with an intense expression on his face before choking and breaking down laughing for what felt like the 8th time that day. 

And how could Olyn not laugh in turn? He was high as a kite in a 7-11, it was practically a requirement. He turned around and put the lighter on the counter with the rest of the stuff, smiling at the clerk.

"This one too please," he said, handing over his debit card. The clerk looked at him like he wasn't going to make it to the end of this transaction.

Adri only bit his lip in the background, every fiber of his being going into remaining composed and trying not to look like an entire idiot. 

"You good? You're not gonna laugh again are you?" Olyn asked, looking back. He didn't want them to both be giggling messes, but if Adri started, he was gonna lose it. "I'm trying to be responsible!" he told the cashier, like he even cared. He got his debit card back and the cashier gave him a look that spoke volumes. Whatever. Not his problem. 

"Thank you for your services, sir," Olyn said, grabbing the bag and waiting for Adri to pull himself together.

Adri gave the clerk a brief nod before busting out laughing again, having to depend on Olyn to guide him out of the store. Which was one of those ‘blind leading the blind’ scenarios, considering Olyn was also laughing his ass off.

By the time they made it back out into the parking lot, Olyn had managed to compose himself at least partially, holding Adri around the shoulders to keep him upright at the very least.

“Baby,” he said, “you are SO high.”

Adri only wheezed more violently, doubling over again with a frail attempt to swat at Olyn.

“So are you, qué chingados!?”

Both of them continued to make morons of themselves in the parking lot before the hysterics died down into small giggles. 

“We’re so much fun.”

“Truly. Now let’s get home, I call dibs on the tortilla blanket.”

“Your case for custody of the pikachu lighter isn’t looking too hot, babe.”

“Cállateeee! …Pendejo.”

They had to stop walking again.

[sarroora]

Omfg I literally just sent that last ask prematurely I only got like 3 hours of sleep last night 😭 that was embarrassing ANYWAYS 🤜🫳

✨🧚 Sleep deprived HC time

Dibble definitely pulls those kinds of pranks on the fellas where he'll secretly put a cucumber by them and try not to laugh as they jump/overreact or shoot a laser pointer out of his apartment window into the alley and watch them go crazy over it from afar

Related to the last one, I feel like all the fellas would jump from the cuke except Brain. I feel like he'd just stare at it for a little bit and then take a huge bite out of it. He wouldn't eat the rest, just that one bite.

I can only describe the way T.C. loafs as a somewhat stale baguette 🥖

I feel like Spook, Chooch, and Brain have to be the snorers of the group. Brain has a cutesey not-obnoxious snore, almost like a purr, Spook snores pretty consistently because ✨brachycephaly✨ and Chooch only snores when he's sleeping the wrong way but when he does it's LOUD. Like he snores like a freight train (get it cos his name's Choo Choo ahhahagagaghh)

Generally the fellas don't like stealing clothes off the overhanging clotheslines but I think Brain disregards the fact that it's stealing if it's a really cozy-looking sweater. LOOK HE CAN DO NO WRONG IN MY EYES GIVE THE MAN HIS SWEATER

Pedro definitely Irish step dances and he fucking kills at it. Occasionally he'll show off in the pizzeria and get a big round of applause. He did try to teach Dibble how to do it when they were kids but Dib twisted his ankle so bad he needed surgery so they never tried it again

I really love to think that Fancy either had stripes when he was a kitten and grew out of them or he still has stripes but you can only really see them when the sun hits his fur right

Similarly to the last one I like to think T.C.'s fur and eyes have an almost metallic glisten to them in the sun like gold (not like Gold Pelt though like his fur just shimmers like gold would)

Yeah uhhh hopefully I get this done today and uh yeah 🧚✨

-YO I'm glad we both agree Dibble is a prankster🕺💃. You wouldn't think he's the type but that's why it's extra funny and unexpected for his victims friends lol

-Hell yeah Brain's a tactile fella and that's kinda how his brain works - rarely takes anyone's word for something being dangerous. He'll touch/taste it first and decide (which is scary for the other guys for obvious reasons)

-T.C. may loaf like a stale baguette indeed but he makes up for it by sleeping like a bendy croissant🥐

-Brain bleps when he's sleeping too just sayin

-Oh yeah, T.C. needs to be vigilant about that - Brain can sometimes look at taking something as simply borrowing, coz he does intend to give it back eventually so what's the big deal? - not understanding that not everyone will see it that way and they could all get in trouble. So T.C. has to drill it in his head: "Anythin' you take from the gang is borrowin' - anythin' else without askin' is stealin'. We don' do that."

-Hell yeah I love the HC that Fancy has stripes. They're just not too differently colored from the rest of his pelt so they're not obvious in dim lighting

-Also, since Fancy is so darn charming and handsome, he and Benny tend to have the best luck getting food from strangers overall

-T.C. feels like Benny is the group's good luck charm. While yeah, the little fella can be a magnet for harmful freaks, he also attracts some kind and generous people who can't help but fall for his sweet looks and demeanor

-We need more Pedro and Dibble shinanigans asdgfkhflfsjl

-I always imagined T.C. and G.P.'s colorings to be opposites when it comes to their fur and eyes. T.C. has light yellow fur that is even paler in the sunlight, but has a nice shine to it when the light hits it just right. G.P.'s fur is naturally richer in its gold coloring even in dim lighting.

However, when it comes to the eyes, T.C.'s eyes are more richly golden and radiant, whilst G.P.'s are a lighter, colder yellow.

[tobyfoxmademeascaly]

Dawntrail Part 22

level 89 dungeon + trial lets go

GODDAMNIT NOT AGAIN. no alisaie : (

me when i have to leave alisaie behind because the two dps are the Most Plot Important Characters Here

the yellow stuff (presumably memories) are also being sent somewhere, I notice.

The Critically Acclaimed MMO Sure Is An Experience

with all the science-fantasy body horror going on. I can tell that the sorrows of werlyt guy wrote this.

hello again jumpy

yeah he. uh. doesn't look too good stumbling around like that.

man i cant fucking BELIEVE im saying this but take a page of bakool ja ja's book

hm. he's quite small for a trial boss at the moment. I expect that will change.

AT LONG LAST

THE QUEEN RETURNS TO HER RIGHTFUL PLACE

I note that his one-winged angel form looks a LOT like his dad. With the growths on the back resembling wings. and, obviously, the second "head" where the head of reason would be.

"i just wanted to play... on da playground..."

Baby Lizard DOTING

so what'll it be, lady. will you cease, or will you die?

my hackles are back up

cat's out of the bag now

so you choose to die.

shtola your peepers

speak for yourself im glad to kill her!

if i had a nickel for every time a blue child was given command over an army...

another day another breaking down of the walls between reality

BABY LIZARD ADOPTION

alphinaud has become the king of "hey i know a guy" over the years

WARRIOR PERFECT EVOLUTION REACHED. ALL TREMBLE BEFORE ME

oh shtola what bonkers crazy plan have you cooked up for us today. will it involve lasers? demons? giant robots?

"go infodump boy go"

... did you happen to partner with one Tataru Taru for the production of this equipment.

next time: Using Krile's jewelry to enter another dimension

[thegeminisage]

back at it with zelda...now with automaton in tow

Big Flower. its just like wind waker lol

i like the music in here! still kinda generic but at least it's pretty

dungeon is brutal. so many enter and exit points :(

are we fighting the boss early??? it kind of looks like the four swords boss

kind of a snoozefest tbh. electric blob op as fuck, that foght barely needed me at all

never really felt the need to use warp points around a dungeon before but now im glad i have them

FUCK this puzzle with the weighted platforms where you have to hit 2 switches at once. prior to now the game has only shown me this with armos so i thought you HAD to do itbwith arnos which meant even googling the armos puzzle in faron temple was no help. i had to dive into a full fucking walkthru

Big Flower round 2 a little more complex and fun

OH NO BIG SPIDER

how could i have forgotten gohma............but i have killed her before and can and will kill her again

MOTHERFUCKING EYE LASER????

ok got her. jesus fuck

FINALLY got another triangle. now i can summon a wizzrobe

FARORE??????????????

DIALOGUE FROM FUCKING FARORE? THREE GODDESSES ARE BACK AND THEY FUCKING TALK NOW??????

sorry did tri just say someone IMPRISONED the GODDESSES? the three goddesses? they fucking imprisoned them???????

this is crazy...the sanction looks so much like the ww pearls too...zeltik is gonna have so muxh to say if he isn't saying it already

fuck. these deku scrubs are real tiktok kids, akways chasing the next trend.......

ok, since i gotta quit soon i'm just gonna do a little sidequesting

soldier echo quest deeply cute. i HAVE always wondered why soldier uniforms were identical thanks for asking tri

WHITE STEED TIME. i did run up onto what i believe is the edge of the lost woods near this rift...

horse quest COMPLETE. i wonder now if i should have been doing these optional rifts before dungeons to level up...

might as well do another since there's one like right here

oh damn stilled sanctuary...this shit looks crazy

a rumor about a garmet that lets you talk to the CATS. fuckin hell yeah

omg i found thebgreat fairy...

jesus, good thing i'm flush with rupees. this shit is expensive. i wonder how high the upgrades go...

theres also another rift here lol so i might as well

ok, i actually wrote this like an hour ago and had to stop abruptly to cook so that's all!

[thelivingautomaton]

hello time of wheelies, i am still livetweeting the books but i am now done with book 2 and figured you all might want an update, the most important being: y'all were right about the religious freaks with coffee, good god

yeah so let's start there with the seanchan because hooooooooly fuck

literally every time any of the seanchan are on the page i just sat there open-mouthed going "oh my god these guys are such FREAKS". but it's also so galaxy brained of robert jordan to introduce another antagonistic faction but have them be completely unconnected to the ongoing battle of dark vs light + unrelated to all the other factions in the setting?

and all the insane details about their culture. the nails! the blood! the insect-like armor! THE GROLM? (they're dimension-hopping colonizers????) also i only picked up on it b/c i was on the lookout but when lord turak is talking about "caf" and saying that the aroma is almost better than the taste, i literally sat up and yelled THOSE FUCKS HAVE COFFEE

for real though it is so unbelievably funny/based for rj to be like, okay, the prophesied last battle between the forces of good and evil is about to take place, world-shattering apocalypse, make or break. meanwhile, some guys from across the ocean are gonna invade and Do A Colonialism.

also, the damane? UNBELIEVABLY fucked on every conceptual level. special shoutout to renna's cloyingly patronizing treatment of egwene though, that shit actually made my stomach churn. (also also, shoutout to nynaeve for immediately seeing the damane/sul'dam/a'dam for what they are and reacting with the extremest revulsion when she has to put the bracelet on, love u bb girl <3)

kinda wanted at least one comedic interaction in the battle of falme where a bunch of seanchan soldiers run into The Actual Ghost Of Artur Hawkwing and lose their shit though. actually i thought it was soooooo funny as a narrative choice to have the horn blown but you barely see what happens in the big clash on the ground cos you're in rand's pov and he's too busy fighting ba'alzamon in a giant laser light show in the sky

(i still. don't really understand how that worked exactly but WHATEVER, it's fine. sad about the heron blade though ;-; but at least rand got to "prove" he has/had the right to it beforehand when he defeated turak. without channeling, even! which makes it 5x more badass)

also i thought it was interesting that by around the midway point of the book you have the pov characters dealing with three different factions whose way of doing things seems strange and alien: the seanchan, the aiel, and the cairhien nobles with the great game. just thought it was an interesting parallel

also, rand trying his best to Not Participate in the great game and just getting pulled in deeper was never not funny, sorry not sorry. rand and co infiltrating barthanes's mansion to try and grab the horn and the dagger was Peak D&D Heist energy and i loved it

the other big thing that had me losing my shit was surprise! parallel dimensions

LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK. the moment that the realization hit that the washed-out otherworld that rand/hurin/loial found themselves in was an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE where artur hawkwing didn't defeat the trollocs, i fucking went crazy. and then loial talking about the excerpt from "mirrors of the wheel" and going on about worlds that are shadows of the real world! i was hooting and hollering and going "this is just like chronicles of amber" (which i highly recommend for y'all, VERY different vibe compared to wheel of time but they're super fun and you'll love them if you like the whack-ass stealthy sci-fi/genre blends in WOT)

and then the escalation to rand actively trying to use the stone and flickering through countless permutations of his own life? utterly fucking bananas. also: unbearably tragic! literally what if you lived out hundreds of versions of your life but despite the seemingly-infinite choices open to you, they all really boil down to one choice: play the role that's meant for you and be doomed by the narrative, or don't play and be doomed anyways. like. FUCK

robert jordan i am begging you to give me more insane alternate realities for your made up fantasy universe, i am begging you for more insane creepy shit like the otherworld being devoid of people and all the color washed out since it's a "weak reflection", it is SO GOOD

this is tangentially related but: i knew who """selene""" really was going in, but i did NOT know her introduction in the books was this fucking batshit, and also that she comes across as literally the shadiest motherfucker alive. "oooh, here i am in my pretty white dress being attacked by a beast, come save me! no i don't know how i got here, i was just riding! don't mind how i know a surprisingly specific amount about the portal stones! you're my hero! you can blow the horn and be a great man!" unironically i love her so much for this scheme, and how it plays off so well vs rand's insistence that he's just a shepherd + his starting to settle into the position of "lord" and/or "dragon"

but fr though i think this conflict is sooooo interesting as a central narrative theme, i.e. the choice to seek out glory and heroism for its own sake vs taking it upon yourself as your duty because there's no one else who can vs running away from that duty and responsibility. "We may be a poor pair of heroes, but we are what there is." "It was not what I was made for, but all was breaking apart, and they were alone, and I was all they had." everything with rand feeling the "threads" of his duties and "death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain" and the idea of choosing to sheathe the blade in yourself when the moment comes. and how that ties in with ingtar's final choice and his sacrifice!

it's all about the CHOICE!!! this is literally me irl rn:

oh my god what else. i loved getting so much more detail on the aes sedai (who are basically underfunded academics constantly squabbling among their respective departments, i have decided) and how channeling works/feels. (the parallel between the girls imagining saidar as a flower vs rand feeling saidin as the flame and void with a sickly light in it. chef's kiss!!! but also, rand simultaneously craving saidin and being sickened by it? chewing glass about it, nbd) verin mathwin aka The Aes Sedai Ever is unbelievably great. a lot of this book felt like buildup so i'm hype for things to start popping off, especially now that rand has apparently accepted the mantle of dragon. these books are crazy and i love them

[epickiya722]

Ok but the way the crowd reacted to Katsuki was really dumb all around

Cuz like??? Dude you're literally watching a bunch of kids fight each other off with quirks. What did you expect to happen. Him to materialize a bouquet of flowers out of his ass and ask her nicely to lose?????

Also wow thanks for being sexist i guess villains would totally respect women bc they're obviously weaker and wouldn't kill or beat the shit out of them if they had the chance. Yeah good call mate

FOR REAL!! I kid you not I wanted to fight every single body.

Hell, Bakugou had more respect for Uraraka because he didn't underestimate her.

What's crazy to me is there was 4 girl vs boy matches before then. No way said a word!

Aoyama was shooting lasers at Ashido!

Kaminari thought he had an easy win against a cute girl who had a quirk he was unfamiliar with at the time. AND HE WAS USING ELECTRICITY!!

And while Iida didn't underestimate Hatsume, he did question if Bakugou would go all out against a girl.

Midoriya and Aizawa seems to be the only two who really had some sense because while Aizawa pretty told the crowd they were stupid, Midoriya knew Bakugou wouldn't go easy. And Tokoyami. He just played it smart against Yaomomo.

Oh, oh! And if that's not something, I find it funny that no one seemed to not have been concerned that Todoroki COULD HAVE KILLED SERO ON LIVE TELEVISION! But it's fine, they're both boys! Nothing to be concerned about!

"Sorry, I was just angry is all."

I can see that!! Look, I like Todoroki and I get he was mad at Endeavor and all that, but the way his ice came at Sero looked fatal. He didn't have to go over board like that. HE ENDED UP COVERING HALF THE STUDIO! WHAT IF THAT ICE BROKE BEFORE IT WAS ALL MELTED DOWN?! YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE COULD HAVE DIED OR GOT SERIOUSLY INJURED?! NO ONE DIDN'T EVEN QUESTION WHY HE EVEN WENT THAT FAR WITH HIS ICE?! HELLO?!

Oh, oh! But Bakugou is the bad guy! Bakugou who at least didn't cover half the damn stadium with his quirk when he was against Uraraka! He was trying to win like everyone else and didn't underestimate his opponent. He didn't see a girl, he saw someone with capability.

That crowd is both sexist and playing fucking favorites!

[greg-jar-mp3-deactivated36153930]

A Ring of Death

Chapter 1:

Well, when Pheonix was told he was going to steal a car, this hadn't been what he expected

It was a D81-LRT Condor, not what he really expected, how did a billionaire get a military dropship, and ge was sitting in a warthog, atleast, he thought it was a warthog, now, hes obviously in a dropship, but where- “you may be wondering why this can never reach zanzibar,” ah yes, reginald, his handler, “this is an experimental warthog that has some tech that we'd like to tap into, drive the car off the plane, and you may just get thay vacation your always going on about”

Ah, the vacation, he could go for it, how many times had he been almost killed by zoraxis? He lost count. But he was here, and the warthog itself was relatively modern

This warthog was fully sealed, with its own o2 generator, obviously designed for space combat, or hazardous environments, like toxic or radia- toxic gas, of course that was the defense system, the air around this warthog was certainly going to kill him, but, either way, he started the warthog up, and now was left wondering- “unauthorized access, present eye for retina scan” this car is crazy, he did as was told, and- “scan failed, deploying laser” deploying WHAT!? He panicked, what was he gonna- oh yeah, he leaned, the laser missed “laser avoided, deploying secondary countermeasures” more lasers? Nope, its a fucking BOMB, of course, who wouldn5 keep a bomb inf their truck, now handler was talking “ah the old ticking time bomb, im partial to plastic explosives myself, byt you have to respect the classics. I believe bomb defusal was covered in basic training yes?” No, it wasn't.

He was panicking, how was he supposed to defuse a bomb when he only just found one?! Eyes closed, he began to cut wires, snip, snip, snip

The bomb was defused, a huge wave of relief washed over him, now, time to get out of here, of course, drive, he slammed on the gas, the engine roared, and then, clang, of course it wouldn't be that simple. “Come on agent, we want the car in one piece. Nothing short of an explosion going to dent that door.” Idea, hed use the weapon, usually these warthogs have some form of weapon on them, though he couldn't find it, he looked around for the mounted gun, he saw an electromagnetic revolver. Huh, guess he'll take that.

“Now, wheres that damn reset button…ah, there” it was hidden behind a vent, he saw it a while ago but never paid attention to it, with a screwdriver he found, after almost suffocating, unscrewed the grate and revealed the master reset button, he pressed it and 3 buttons turned on, he pressed the left one, a whirring as a cannon moved up, there it is, the shells also popped up, he loaded one in and- huh “gunner not detected, giving driver control” a tablet popped up, he grabbed it and pulled the trigger

BOOM

An alarm was blaring, but the door was open, he slammed on the gas and drove off, he fell, and fell, and fell, and fell, was he gonna crash? Was he gonna die?! He was panicking, how could he get out if this!? He closed his eyes and- “parachutes deployed”

He lived, his handler in his ear “Nice job Phoenix, lets get you out of there” now he has to drive back to Oni headquarters. Of course, how typical.

To be continued.....

[unknownjpegs]

meet cute

“Combat medic, Sink. He’s a combat medic.”

Xavier’s crouched over the caved in roof, staring at the fight the SAS are engaged in. The toes of his boots are suspiciously close to dipping over and it’s half torn apart, so it’s likely he’ll tumble any minute. His arms dangle between his knees, head cocked, like a gargoyle paused for entertainment. Lark leans beside him, leg resting on Xavier’s shoulder. His ankle hurts sometimes, or maybe he just thought it hurt, the remembered pain of having it snapped like a toy by men who liked doing that to people.

“Corporal, you wanna help ‘em?”

“Hmmm,” Xavier draws the thought out while he watches. The medic had been with a partner, who was now mostly useless and leaned up against a wall. It was a tight corridor they were down and he suspected the medic wasn’t using the sidearm because a shot could go astray—take that partner from mostly useless to probably dead if something went wrong.

And well, he really was holding his fucking own. They’d watched him down two already, and it almost felt religious to see someone so adept at hand to hand that wasn’t himself. Xavier had seen this one before. Even interacted with him, vaguely recalls. When the Shadows and SAS were slapped together real ramshackle, shit like, he’d probably said something funny. He recalled making the guy laugh and really enjoyed the way that laugh sounded.

Now, the object of that laugh is wailing a fist over and over into a man’s face, till it’s a smear of red and man. Xavier likes that almost as much as he liked hearing him laugh. Real tingly feeling up his fingers. Electric dance over his shoulders. Synapses firing a little. Attention solely forward, his long body so close to just leaning over the edge of this roof.

“Can get eyes,” Sinkevich says, pulling up his rifle.

“You’re no sniper,” Xavier replies and slowly unfolds until he’s standing to his full height. “Can’t risk you missing and taking out SAS. That would be a lot of fucking paperwork. We’re supposed to be working with these guys.”

“Yeah, paperwork,” Benny’s chirping it as he tries to strike his lighter, over and over. Nervous habit, not even a cigarette in his mouth. “So, we push forward? Leave the guy? He’ll be fine.”

“Corporal.” Lark’s hand slaps Xavier’s chest, gets his attention. He rocks slightly, like he might go over the edge of that caved in roof, and wouldn’t that be funny? It’s definitely enough to make Xavier grin as he looks back to the action. The medic’s fist is coated in blood now, but there’s one left, advancing on him. Crowbar raised. And at some point during the scuffle with the other’s he’d downed with those fists alone, the soldier’s helmet had been torn off.

He’s got crazy shaggy brown hair that looks wildly out of militant regulation. Xavier has a healthy liking for a soldier that does not respect military regulation. He lingers a little on that laugh again. Hm. What had he said that was so funny?

The SAS (the good guy, Xavier’s brain whispers) catches the crowbar as it’s swinging, uses the leverage to bring him in and snap a fist forward against the chin. Oh, that’s tooth losing, Xavier thinks. Very good maneuvers.

“Well, he left one alive by accident.” Sinkevich flips open the red dot laser. It lights up on the back of one crawling up to a standing position against the wall. He’s got a wash of blood down the side of his face from a split open eyebrow. Something in there looks broken too. A little crack on the cheekbone, or maybe the jaw is offset. Still alive, though. A wonder, considering how badly the other guy is losing the fight against the medic. Xavier swears he hears a snap of a bone. “I could get him.”

Xavier puts his hand over Sinkevich’s rifle.

“I got this.”

When he drops down into the corridor, he’s a heavy thud. Knees braced for the impact, one hand up to slip the knife from his vest. And the medic hears him—glances up from the headlock he’s put the last dying man in. Their eyes are a brief connection before Xavier’s snatching out for the wounded one who’d spent all his effort getting back up. Makes it easy to just—

Shk, shk, shk.

The knife sounds are satisfying in his ear when he jerks the man with the back of his shirt. Hand folded over hs mouth and in and in and in the knife goes, right to the neck. Once, twice, three times and it becomes a little messier than he’d meant it too. The blood spurts up and sprays, in that way blood does that never gets shown in movies, video games, whatever. It’s a living thing, blood. Always flowing and trying to stay in the body. We’re like big water balloons, Xavier thinks. Pop.

The angle makes it splash up under his visor, so when Xavier drops the dead body, he jerks his helmet off. It’s thick on him, thick and warm and a little disgusting. He gets his mask off next, peels it away and throws it to the side. Most of it had gone into the small window of the balaclava, got on his skin anyway.

The struggling man in the SAS soldier’s grasp dies then, croaks out one last sound before his limp body is dropped.

Without thinking, Xavier goes to push his sweaty hair from his forehead and only manages to smear the dead mans blood up and over his face and into his hair line. It does the job of keeping it out of his face, at least.

Then they’re staring at each other. He’s short, this medic, but fucking hell, he’s built. Thickly corded with muscles in his arms, and he’s breathing hard from the fight—four on one? He’d won that, huh? Xavier feels a begrudging sense of respect out of that. Even if he’d failed to kill the one he’d just taken care of and put down for him.

“Buy me a beer for that,” Xavier offers, pointing with the gore soaked knife to the dead body.

“Couldn’t ‘ave done it in a way that wasn’t so nasty,” the soldier bites back, but there’s a sneering smile on his face. He’s sweaty, so strands of that curly brown hair sticks to his skin. Little snake patterns. It’s kind of mesmerizing almost. He’s real good looking, handsome in a sulky way. Brooding, pretty eyes and thick brows. Nicely defined nose.

“I’m a messy eater,” Xavier replies. Then wipes the blade clean on his pants and sheaths it with an equally satisfying last shhhhk. “Xavier,” he offers which is funny, because well, no. He’s not. He’s Corporal Wolffe, especially to this fucking guy. He’s Baby, if it’s callsigns—he’s definitely not a first name, but it had come out so easily.

Not so for the SAS soldier, who gives him a few looks before falling to his knees by the almost dead, mostly useless partner. Xavier feels the pout and works hard to suppress it, because, well, the dying guy probably needs more attention than him. He throws a look over his shoulder, can just see Lark poking his head in. Xavier lifts a hand, waves a signal for them to continue and then the songbird is gone.

“Benji.”

He tilts back to watch as Benji, the combat medic, lifts a man that might weigh a clean two-eighty up. Slings his arm under him, braces the other over his shoulder. Xavier runs a thumb over his lip to catch some of that drying, sticky blood and glances at it.

“I made you laugh once,” he says, stepping forward slightly, like he might help. But Benji has it covered, makes it clear by stepping back and away and toward the left. To go around Xavier. He’ll be tracking the opposite direction of the warzone, probably for recon or recovery. Get this poor useless guy some help.

“Told a right awful fuckin’ joke, is all.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s a ghosts favorite part of a strip club?”

Xavier snaps his fingers, his grin going large enough to make his cheeks hurt.

“Booooobies.”

For a moment, Benji stares at him. And Xavier’s real stunned by his eyes, especially with the light falling through the caved in roof. It’s dancing across him, slicing him with the sun and making his pupils dilate slightly. Xavier unconsciously wipes at the blood on his face again, shrugs his shoulders in a, what can you do? sort of way—and thats when Benji laughs. It cracks the sadness in his face a little, makes him look sort of wild. Shakes his head, that shaggy, sweaty hair looking oddly charming. A little sexy.

“See you around, Benji,” Xavier says, walking backward as the medic shuffles along with his injured team mate. He lifts a hand, like a gesture of maybe but Xavier has a feeling it’s a definitely.

[soconfusedwithmylife]

nahh my guy not the sickness. ive also had fever Twice in just the last week like how in the fuck. the weather is flip flopping here so much even during the day so my body's pretty much like

omg i love subnautica!! ive been playing that shit since early access its one of my favorite games! but!! you foole! you baffone! i just build my base in the safe shallows and farm pretty plants and collect eggs to hatch and live out my best aquatic farmer life. my life philosophy is that any game can be a domestic simulator if you try hard enough. also im even scared of the fucking gasopods and everytime i have to retrieve something from the aurora (its stupid decorative shit and they take multiple runs cause they take so much space even with two storage upgrades on my seamoth and i have to have All Of Them) i am SHITTING myself and trying stay on the surface which makes me seamoth look like a dolphin the way it keeps jumping in and out of water. like mfs out there speedrunning this shit meanwhile it takes me 10 hours just to leave grassy plateaus like please T-T one time i was on the laser island and saw a time capsule near shore and as i was trying to get to it a fucking warper stARTED TO WALK ON SAND TO GET TO ME. so anyways i deleted that save and downloaded a mod to make them extinct. anytime the game tries to spawn a warper the mod nopes it out of existence it feels me with a sick joy. omg i talked too much again hnnng sorry i hope these are not boring oh well you can always delete them

also that tomura and dabi bit is so out of the place did i send the ant message?? i remember writing it but i dont remember if i sent it or not, although if you just wanted to randomly declare tomura god mid sentence thats valid too and i also have an unhealthy habit of randomly declaring tomura god like old ladies with their religions

Dang 💀 we both got it rough rn. I hope you're feeling better though! And the weather where I am has been so cold, it's so nice after the heat of the summer. I wish it was winter all the time.

And SAME. I remember watching Markiplier play it during early release and getting it day 1 on my PS4. It's also one of my faves but God, does it give me bad anxiety 💀 anytime I'm not in the safe shallows, grassy plains, or the kelp forest, I'm jumping at every noise. I like to act like I'm a total beast going to the inactive lava zone and standing on top of the lava castle in my prawn suit but the moment I see a warper, I'm out of there. No thanks, nope, not for me 🪦 I also prefer the aquatic farming simulator. It brings me joy to build the alien containment and fill it with eggs. Especially cuddle fish. I also, prefer to have my base totally decked out to the 9's but I DESPISE reapers. If I had enough courage to kill them all, I would but I'm on console so no commands and I'm too scared to shank them to death. WARPERS. no cause explain why I had the EXACT same thing happen to me?!? I almost had a heart attack when I turned around and saw it eye to eye staring at me 💀 then one of those jumping crab things bit me and I turned off my PS4 in a panic and lost an hour worth of gameplay.

You are NEVER boring. I apologize for taking so long to reply. I've been very busy and bey sick but I really do love hearing from you. I could literally talk about Subnautica and below zero for hours. I love those games so much. And I'm so glad you love Subnautica too cause 😫😫 (I wonder if theres a text limit? Cause you said yours was long but mine is longEST)

Yeah that was about the ant message 💀 I didn't want to blow you up so I tried to answer in one. But yes, I have a small alter for both. I am but a pious follower of shigadabi-ism. Praise them 😩 (I'm not crazy, I swear 💀 I just like them an unhealthy amount)

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 327

Back and to the Future/Nikola Tesla’s Night if Terror

Did I mention there’s a mistake in my “final” calendar? I put the episode of dw I watched the other day on there twice 😎👍 luckily what that really means is I can skip watching one some time this weekend

“Back and to the Future”

Plot Description: Sam, Dean, and Castiel reluctantly team up with a demon inhabiting Jack’s body to battle an army of undead souls that includes some infamous killers

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: (not even started it yet and certainly not, right?) guess who was riiiiight

Cas making sure to bring Jack’s body with them to safety (even temporary safety) 😭😭😭

Vs Cas also pointing out that he wouldn’t starve to death if they stayed in this place forever

Dean’s so mad at Chuck and in such a funny way

So….not running water, just more zombies

Oh this is actually kind of fun, like when Misha gets to play evil versions of Cas

I’m not trusting that this demon was your basic pencil pusher. He just stopped the (not-)zombie horde that god himself put in our trio’s way

Yeah, MAYBE these girls are a little spoiled but that doesn’t mean this ghost has to go after them

We’re starting to see the aftermath of various ghosts who stayed true to form

This murder clown is decidedly not sexy (to me. Could be someone else’s yum, and I won’t yuck it)

How long ago was this demon last on earth??

Oh a big bag of salt and a human heart?? Is THAT all you need??

Of COURSE Sam had to go to the clown house, poor guy

I love that Rowena made Dean say please and use the descriptor “exquisite” when he first told her they needed her to move her ass

Omg we cannot be getting Michael back again (but this universe’s Michael who got———hey, what about Adam? I know we’re NEVER revisiting that plot thread but like…that’s so stupid)

And if COURSE the gunshot wound Sam has isn’t able to be healed by Cas AND he’ll hide it…

Hey, free, fresh human heart, I guess

Lizzie Borden’s here too??

Castiel sassing Sam shooting him with rock salt when he can’t help when a ghost decides it’s gonna vanish

Worst ghosts in a show ever. Why do they HAVE to run? The ghosts are running

Oh man. The bad tension between Cas and Dean continues

Thank you, Sam, from saving Dean even temporarily from a nihilistic spiral

This is unintentionally the funniest fucking show in the world. “If we win—when we win this, god’s gone” I love this stupid show so much, I can’t believe I’m in the last season

“Nikola Tesla’s Night of Terror”

Plot Description: 1903. Who or what is sabotaging Nikola Tesla’s generator plant at Niagra Falls? And has this maverick inventor really received a message from Mars?

Ruh roh I’m not gonna make it before midnight. Can we blame Megumi?? And how cute she was being tonight?

Hey, did this one come out before or after Elon became obsessed with going to Mars? Because the Tesla-Mars connection seems too on the nose

Ok I can see why he believes he’s getting messages from space

Companions should get in period dress more often

These two ACTUAL geniuses in a room together and supporting each other and comforting each other, realizing they have so much in common

This dude in the cape is bad news. Wtf is happening with him??

Ok, since we’re in NYC…I’m just thinking, what if we could DO something that would have prevented what happened to Amy and Rory.

They do this to angels in spn to interrogate them, too…but these are no angels, that’s for sure. The makeup they used almost reminds me of the spider queen from the runaway bride

Voice too, actually

Graham telling off Thomas Edison is delightful

Oh but instead of spiders, it’s scorpions, and they can shoot lasers from their tails!

And what a crazy thing that they also steal tech from other places

Edison should not be allowed to be this close to the plan

Aw, she just wants a high five and he doesn’t know what that is because it hasn’t been invented yet?

The return of the goggles!! Yay!

It’s effective for getting people off the street and away from the scorpion aliens, but it also feels slanderous for Edison to be saying that shit about Tesla

Excuse me? The Doctor is typically about stopping but not killing…but kind of in the way Aang is, but…she seems pretty dead set on killing the queen. I’m not even sure how they managed to save earth this time