#please tag me if you do

[tiringwritings]

patiently waiting for someone to write maddy bringing both jee and eddie as a surprise

[closetnerd62]

Spankoffski Bros Headcannons

They live in a pretty small apartment, I can see the layout in my head. 2 bedrooms 1 bathroom. It smells like a mix of grandma and Ted’s axe body spray

Their bedrooms are right across the hall from each other

Either a)their parents died under suspicious circumstances, b)had a huge messy divorce with lots of fighting over custody of Pete to the point where Pete just said fuck em and moved in with his brother or c)their parents wanted to move out of Hatchetfield but Peter refused to leave his friends and Ted offered to take him in for his senior year

They get take out at least once a week

Ted will always text Peter if he plans to spend the night somewhere else and tells their neighbors to check in on him

Ted taught Peter how to shave

Every time Peter won a science fair, despite teasing him endlessly, Ted would always take a picture and put it in his wallet (he now has a wallet with one of those photo holders that flips out)

They secretly watch trashy reality TV together on Sundays and yell at the screen the whole time

Every time Steph calls Pete, Ted will start making make out noises in the background to embarrass him

Peter and Richie met because Ted and Paul brought them to bring your kid to work day at CCRP

They come up with intricate and convoluted ways to slyly flip each other off (ie. scratching their nose with their middle finger, popping all of their knuckles but one, etc.)

Peter gave Ted an “I ❤️ hot moms” shirt for Christmas one year

[sophieeee0105]

I need someone to make a fic where it’s like one of those 5+1 things (tho it’s actually 4+1) and it’s “4 times Etho lived long enough to watch his allies die and the one time he didn’t” cuz like ahhhh

in third life he watched skizz die, and impulse became dead to him metaphorically because of the betrayal

in last life he outlived the rest of team BEST

in double life he kinda watched Joel burn to death in the portal with him

in limited life Skizz and tango both died before him

then in secret life he died before his two allies Grian and Cleo

can someone who has writing skill and motivation please write this idea cuz I’m actually loosing my mind, like it’s been all I’ve thought about all day

[frostwing213]

So, I'm in a choir, and we have a warmup in minor key that we always sing during October. It's called "The ghost of John" and it goes

Have you seen the ghost of John? Long white bones with the skin all gone. Oooo, ooo, oo, oo ooo. Wouldn't it be chilly with no skin on?

With the "Long white bones" bit, I always thought of John as like, a Halloween decoration skeleton.

But it says "The skin all gone" and mentions nothing about the muscles and tendons and stuff. Just the skin. So now instead of a happy go lucky skeleton, I think of a flayed man, muscles bloody and visible.

Like, a scarier version of an anatomy book muscle man.

So now I'm headcannoning the ghost of John as a man that was flayed alive and died from blood loss.

If you wanna incorporate the long white bones part some more, just have some muscles missing, like they were torn off

Just some thoughts! :)

[skeleton-png]

Vin sit

[sonicscrewed]

Can't draw, but spoof art idea I'd love to see ... Clive with a "girl scout sash" with all his little badges on it. (Draw it or don't, but the idea tickles me)

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[chimaeraonwards]

John Cusack, the voice actor for Dimitri in Anatasia (1997), shared his statement on Palestine 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸

P.S. He has been a Palestinian supporter for years

[podoro-vines]

MIZISUA

[heritageposts]

I'm writing again to bring attention to the GFM campaign of @salahahmed90 (Salah) and @salahmanarfamily (Manar), the parents of two young children in Gaza.

Here's an updated Salah posted last night, after he and his family were displaced for the sixth time:

Please help us, we are being subjected to genocide in Gaza. Hours ago, a house was bombed next to the place where we are and escaped death miraculously. Help us get out of Gaza in order to preserve our children.

Though Salah and Manar started out with the hopes of rebuilding, they've now made the difficult choice to begin saving up for an evacuation. Their campaign, however, is still very low on funds, and its been stagnating completely for the last few days, leaving them with barely enough for their immediate survival.

-> GFM link

The campaign has been verified by @/90-ghost.

If you can, please consider donating. Even a small contribution can make a big difference for the family.

Currently: €3,650 / €70,000

[kensatou]

if nothing else can save america this zero-year-old fairy baby otter with no gender can. chiitan's platform is love. and chaos.

[tio-trile]

@scorpling: *galaxy brains* someone should draw the TLT necromancers as their corresponding Sailor Guardians

Me: Oh that sounds like a great idea. Too bad I've actually never watched Sailor Moon tho

Me:

Me: Palamedes in a miniskirt tho.

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[erabu-san]

I enjoyed every second of this quest

[This art has platonic intention. Thank you for not tag ship!]