#or more🤨

[scholliski]

what’s crazy to me is that Andrew heard Jeremy picks people up at clubs by offering them a lighter and instantly clocked that Jeremy was gay because that’s exactly how he seduced Neil… like oh. you want to give out cigarettes? and lighter fluid? for someone in hopes that they will want you? gotta be gay. or so Andrews hypothetically heard ..

[petricorah]

relax bro no one's taking him from you [id in alt]

lineart below cut

[psin314]

35. for the kiss roulette? :^)

35. a kiss against a wall.

lucanis was pressed against the wall once, so now it's murat's turn. x)

[bishy437]

more of my moshang x inuyasha/isekai thing bc im still stupid as hell

[maskedchip]

one last goodbye

[cestacruz]

More TFA no one can judge me ive been reading ok

[hijinxinprogress]

Does the JL know that YJ has just casually been beefing with darkseid??

imagine there’s a all hands on deck battle against darkseid and everyone is there but darkseid points out the nearest yj member (it’s probably Bart) like ‘you!!! You managed to escape with your lives last time but this meeting will be our last’ and for a split second Clark’s so fucking confused bc we haven’t fought in years wtf are you talking about then he hears ‘oh shit, look it’s Doug’ and everyone turns to see Bart nudging Kon going ‘he’s talking to you…damn he must still be mad about the coal’ and kons shoving him back bc ‘you were the one fucking around with his coal, you fucking walnut’ while Cassie’s being scruffed by wonder woman bc they’re trying to avoid being around when the jl finds out and tims having a very intense silent conversation lecture about why tf there’s at least half a dozen yj mission reports that mention an assailant named ‘Doug’ 

then Constantine shows up with Greta and everyone (including darkseid) starts yelling and if you don’t know her Greta seems like the one with the ownership of the braincell in yj (she is not but I guess she looks like it from a distance if you squint) which goes one of two ways:

retired-civilian!greta is giggling and waving excitedly to each member of yj along with hal before she practically tackles each of them in a tight hug while the titans, jl, & jl: dark lose their collective shit bc Constantine brought a tiny civilian dressed in pastel floral prints from head to toe into an active battle with fucking darkseid, a civilian who doesn’t register as a threat in any capacity until she makes eye contact with darkseid and gives him the most disgusted look imaginable “Doug… you look…well.” and then like three jl members have to stop her from leaping at darkseid while Hal’s like ‘no! No no, bad Greta! We don’t fight supervillains with…what is that?? I really fucking hope that’s not a gun…Is-is that fucking silly string?! Greta no we don’t silly string supervillains! We’ve talked about this!’

or

never-retired!/recently-out-of-retirement!greta who does the same thing but when she notices darkseid she rocks his shit in eight seconds flat and starts muttering about ‘that fucking Doug, always ruining my goddamn day’ and Hal is the first one to recover from the shock/confusion but only to tell Greta she’s grounded which gets another irritated ‘fucking doug!’ while Wally and Barry are losing it at Mach 6 while Bart tries to explain himself also at Mach 6, Cassie manages to catch Wally’s exasperated ‘where the fuck did you get Doug from?!’ And responds with ‘Apokolips’ in a tone that means they’re questioning his intelligence which leads to more screaming bc ‘so you knew who he was?? Why didn’t you come to us??’ and they all back up Kon when he claims they told Lex bc that means they have at least 3 hours of freedom while Lex is getting yelled at by the jl (and honestly every cape over 24)

[kodzukay]

mb chat ran outta ideas for‎ them

i‎ was going for an‎ "all-consuming"‎ look for‎ malleus‎ like the all-encompassing‎ sleep‎ he put‎ everyone in.. but jamil?…💀 omg it‎ was‎ snake motifs‎ and a prayer‎ for‎ him

anyways: part 1 ‎and part 2

@silverstagspirit for‎ u‎ since‎ u asked‎‎ (𖹭◜◡◝)

[randomfandomss]

+Bonus ✨️

[valtsv]

my favourite thing in temeraire is when temeraire asks a question like okay but why do we even NEED people in charge why can't we all just make our own decisions and agree to be really cool about it and laurence has to be like that's a nice thought my dear but you have got to stop talking like that in public or the government is going to have me Killed

[l3irdl3rain]

I’m very mildly allergic to animal saliva. As in, sometimes if it gets on my skin it causes a burning sensation. It’s not all critters. But as an example, my parents dog Floyd’s saliva makes my skin burn.

Yet to have that issue with any of my cats, maybe because I’ve been lucky or maybe on account of the fact most cats don’t drool a lot. HOWEVER! Bessie has broken my good luck streak. And unfortunately for me she’s a drooler when she’s happy

[airenyah]

the way joong would do numbers here on tumblr with fandom shit posts

[lovetommyactually]

The first thing Buck notices is the cigarette smoke curling into the night air.

It’s raining.

Not the heavy, drowning kind—just a light drizzle, the kind that clings to skin and soaks into clothes without you even realizing it. The kind that makes the world feel too quiet, too heavy.

Tommy is sitting on the hood of his truck, parked in an empty lot outside some diner that closed hours ago. His head is tilted back, eyes half-closed like he’s listening to something Buck can’t hear. There’s an untouched cup of coffee beside him, long since gone cold. A cigarette dangles loosely between his fingers, barely smoked, the ember flickering faintly in the dim light.

Buck sighs, stepping forward. “Didn’t know you picked up a new habit.”

Tommy doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even look at him. Just lets out a slow breath. “Didn’t.” He looks at the cigarette. “Just felt like it.”

Buck hesitates before sitting next to him. “That bad, huh?”

Tommy huffs a dry laugh. “Been worse.”

Buck studies him in the dim light. The tight set of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands twitch like he’s holding something fragile and doesn’t know what to do with it.

“Wanna talk about it?” Buck offers, keeping his voice light.

Tommy finally turns to him, eyes tired but sharp. “You gonna listen?”

The question stings more than it should. “Yeah,” Buck says quietly. He shrugs. “I’m here.”

Tommy looks at him for a long moment before sighing, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Try,” Buck presses.

Tommy exhales. “I keep thinking… if I could just have five more minutes. With you. With us. Before everything fell apart.” His voice wavers. “I think I’d do it differently.”

Buck’s fingers curl against the truck. The words hit him like a punch to the ribs. He swallows hard. “Y-yeah,” he murmurs. “Me too.”

Tommy looks at him again, and for a second, Buck swears he sees something like hope flicker in his eyes. But then Tommy blinks, and whatever was there is gone.

He leans back, flicks the cigarette away, watching as the ember fades into the rain. Then he closes his eyes, letting the water soak into his skin. “Just sit with me a little longer, yeah?”

Buck nods. He stays.

Just five more minutes.

Maybe five more after that.

[wishchip106]

thinking about how Erik remembers this scene in first class differently to how it actually went (during xma)

i put the two clips together for comparison (apologies for the bad transition between them i honestly don’t care about fixing it rn)

HELLO?? 😭😭

damn i guess Erik wants to feel needed. especially from Charles 🤨

omg why is he so gay… YOUR WIFE AND DAUGHTER DIED LIKE TWO DAYS AGO???

the gay tear….

[griffin-ktb]

Someone got into Ford’s closet again 🤨‼️

[lai-mar]

not romantic not sexual not familial not siblings not in-laws but a secret other thing (life partners warriors bond forged through blood and grief and companionship, intimately knowing each other’s fears like the back of their hands, will loyally stay by each other’s side during their nightmares but will promptly chuck them off a cliff at the slightest offence, “i know exactly how you are and you annoy me sometimes but that’s exactly why i love you”, a casual domestic intimacy in which actions speak louder than whatever they say they are, orbiting around each other relentlessly, curiously, devotedly, aggravatingly, please caution and complement me because it’s alright if it’s you, it feels weird when you’re not being weird, sometimes i don’t get you but that’s why i like you, you’ll always have a home in me, i’ll make you a cup of tea and you’ll knit by the fire, thank you for being my companion, i’ll stay i’ll stay i’ll stay, also what is wrong with you (and what is wrong with me,) you’re normal to me so i’m normal to you. time and space is unfathomably large but let’s exist. together. by the way it’s your turn to do the laundry)