#popcorn is so good

[yet-happy]

Yes, I would like some popcorn 👀

OF COURSE! Pick a flavor my friend!

We got the classic popcorn!

We got strawberry popcorn!

We also got blue! If you find out what flavor blue is, do tell me before I have no fucking Idea :D

We got r a d i o a c t i v e . With Uranium seasoning.

And we also got...

OVER SATURATED FLAVOR🔥🔥💥

I don't know how I got this but I'm selling it! limited time only for 5,99!! What a steal 🎺🎺🎺

(yet-happy's products may cause constant twerking, in case you feel anything else you'll need a doctor)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

Young Hero Sent On A Quest meets other young heroes also sent on various quests—only to discover they're all being used as free child labor by the same flaky wizard as a scam to collect magical artifacts.

the Young Heroes' collective new "Quest" is now to Unionize.....

[vaguely-concerned]

can u believe that back in the day it really must have been like...

viago: you threw my pet snake out a window in my dream and just so you know I will be holding it against you personally and indefinitely. so first of all, how dare you, secondly --

lucanis Beholding him while he rants: ...I want to kiss him under the pale moonlight

[kittykatthetacodemon]

I too want to be so gay and in love that my relationship is part of an “institutional problem” and the actual Metatron, Voice of God, has to come down from heaven on high to stealth break us up because the miracles we do together are too strong. Power couple

[a-most-beloved-fool]

fic wherein some of the TOS crew is being questioned by an entity who seems to think that the best way to take (and keep) control of the enterprise is to ensure Kirk's cooperation by figuring out which girl he's in love with and using her as collateral. The entity has got a truth compulsion thing on Kirk and keeps asking him things, forcing Kirk to answer, but... well.

ENTITY: You're in love with a woman. Who is she?

KIRK: I'm not.

ENTITY: Sure you are. You're James T. Kirk. You're always in love with a woman. Fine, if you won't answer that, then who's the most beautiful woman on the Enterprise?

KIRK: There are many beautiful women in my crew. I don't know if I could pick a most beautiful, though. I don't think about that when we're working. I'm their captain; it would be inappropriate.

ENTITY: Give me a real answer! It's a simple question! Who's the most beautiful person on-

KIRK, INTERRUPTING: Spock.

ENTITY: ... what?

KIRK, BLUSHING: Uhm. isaidspock.

[the-mang0tree]

popcorn orion popcorn orion popcorn orion popcorn orion popcorn orion

[stealingyourbones]

Everyone who ever loves movie theatre popcorn needs to buy Flavacol. It’s the flavored salt used to give movie theatre popcorn its taste and it makes popcorn taste exponentially better than regular salt

A link to prove that it’s genuinely The Real Deal

[kedreeva]

There are good things in the world still

Today, one of my good friends survived her knee surgery.

Today, my little spiny flower mantis, Whiskey, showed off how SCARY (big, very dangerous) he can be (adorable) by threatening the camera, and I got a nice shot of it!

Today, I got to see The Fifth Element on the big screen for the second time in my life. It was phenomenal and the theater had a lot of other people equally excited to see it- people who could recite the lines and laugh freely. At the start, there was a message from the group putting movies of yore on the big screen, and the message accidentally played twice. Someone in the theater said loudly "Let's see if it plays again..." and I responded "I don't wanna be in this time loop!" and got a good laugh from the others there. I think (and hope) it set the mood for a relaxed theater.

Today, I got to eat delicious Thai food with a good friend before the movie. She'd never been to this particular restaurant, and seemed very pleased with it.

Today, I gave quail eggs to my neighbors as a thank you for locking up my birds for the night while I was at the movie.

Today, I was dreading re-running laundry because I had been avoiding it for three days now, thinking I had left a load in the washer that would be stinky now. When I finally did go down, I found that past!me had already moved the load to the dryer, and everything was fine! Thank you, past!me.

There are good things left in this world, however small or big. This is your invitation to share your good things with others by reblogging this and adding to it, or to browse the notes if you need a reminder.

[eggsistential-breakdown]

Watched that m night shyamalan movie about the cringefail girl dad who gets stuck at a concert. the plot was holier than the bible and i have one hundred bones to pick with it but I had fun

Alternate versions based on trailer 2 under the cut

[yet-happy]

YOU. 👊😠

Yes you!. You are a cool artist and I love you're artwork here have this

wer weo rar nom nom raw mon wem argh nom nom *NOM NOM*

[bleh1bleh2]

S'mores !!!!

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Alastor: Did it hurt?

Lucifer: *rolls eyes* Let me guess, when I fell from heaven.

Alastor: Noooooo

Lucifer: *raises eyebrow*

Alastor: *grins wider* Did it hurt when you fell for me?

[hoofpeet]

I'd probably have to read the printed version and web version back to back at some point to note all the differences but... ough

[lunewolf13]

HC: Before he had kids, Bruce Wayne was brought as a guest for The Real Housewives of New Jersey. And he has done everything in his power to keep his kids from finding out.

It all started when Teen Dick for some reason or another became obsessed with Real Housewives.

So, like any normal parent who wants to hide their shameful past, to which has been dubbed "the salon incident," from his kids, Bruce goes to extremes to get the episode he featured in removed. By any means necessary.

Dick, when he unknowingly gets to the season that Bruce was featured: Aw, I can't find episode 10 anywhere!! What happened??

Bruce, feigning complete ignorance: Who knows. Maybe you should stop watching that show. There are better ways to spend your free time.

[penumbra-mayhem]

i feel joy and oh how it burns (pt. 2/2)

Tank opens up to Milo about their relationship with Sam.

part 1 // hurt/comfort // 1.1k words

(I hc Tank with a stutter, more on that here.)

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“Stop hogging the popcorn,” Milo whined, reaching blindly for the bowl with one hand while his eyes remained glued to the screen. 

“St-top t-t-taking all mmmmy kills,” Darlin’ retorted, shielding the bowl from Milo’s grasp with their body.

“Well, if you knew how to aim—”

“Fuck off!” Darlin’ cackled.

Milo beamed at the sound. As he killed two more zombies, he asked, “I’m gonna get something to drink, you want anything?”

Darlin’ shook their head. “N-No, I-I’m g—fucker, that wwwwas mmmmy kill!! ”

He paused the game with a bark of laughter. “Not anymore! Alright, I’m going. There better still be popcorn in that bowl when I get back,” he teased.

As Milo got up, Darlin’ made a playful show of stuffing a handful of popcorn in their mouth. Milo gasped and snatched the bowl from their lap, exclaiming, “Y’know what? I’m taking it with me!”

He scurried into the kitchen with a titter as Darlin’ made popcorn-muffled sounds of protest from the couch. Milo grabbed two bottles of Jarritos: guava for himself and lime for Darlin’ because he knew that if he didn’t as soon as he sat back down Darlin’ would be all puppy eyes and regret and he’d have to get up again.

When he re-entered the living room, though, he found them glued to their phone looking…concerned?

“What’s up?” Milo asked as he set the bottles on coasters and placed the popcorn bowl equally between them.

“N-Nothing,” Darlin’ muttered. They stuffed their phone under their leg, eyes glassy and unable to meet Milo’s scrutinous stare. 

“T, you look…” like you’re about to cry “…upset.”

They waved a hand. “It-It’s n-n-n-nothing, just Sam…”

“Sam?” Milo’s voice hardened, fear flashing in his eyes, “What’d he do?”

Darlin’ looked up at the sudden change in Milo’s tone. They backpedaled as they realized their mistake, “WWWait—”

“Did he hurt you?”

“N-N-N—”

“Don’t lie to me, Tank—”

“I-I’m n-n-n-n-not!” Darlin’ blurted, “N-N-No. Sam wwwwould n-n-n-never.”

Milo sat back, hackles lowering. “Then what is it?”

Darlin’s gaze lowered and they balled their hands, as if the words were inked onto their palms. They couldn’t explain. Milo wouldn’t understand. They barely even understood.

Suddenly, a piece of popcorn hit them square in the face. 

“Hey,” they retorted, glaring at a gleeful Milo. 

He threw another piece. 

“St-top,” Darlin’ whined, throwing a piece in retaliation. 

“Tell me what’s going on and I will,” Milo countered as he pelt Darlin’ with piece after piece of popcorn, “C’mon. C’mon. C’mon. C’mo—”

“Ok-kay!!” Darlin’ exclaimed, hands held up against the savory barrage. They dug their phone back out and pulled up their conversation with Sam. 

“It-It’s just the l-l-l-last mmmessage…” Darlin’ mumbled as they passed the phone to Milo. 

He took it gingerly and read Sam’s most recent text:

Thinking of you, I hope you’re having a good time at Milo’s. I thought maybe later we could get dinner at Finch & Presley’s and then get gelato at that place you like on the corner. Thoughts? No rush, take your time baby. Have fun!

Milo reread it, certain he had missed something. When his third scan still gleaned no clues, he handed their phone back and admitted, “I don’t understand. What’s the problem?”

Darlin’ shoved their phone away again. “He…he’s…so…good.”

“…go on.”

Darlin’ chewed at their inner cheek. “He mmmmakes mmme hap-p-py,” they admitted, “MMMore than I-I thought I-I c-could b-b-b-be.”

“And that’s bad?”

They nodded. 

“How come?”

Darlin’ looked away, shutting themself down again.  

Milo raised his hand slowly in response, popcorn at the ready. 

Catching the movement out of the corner of their eye, Darlin’ sighed in surrender, “WWWhat if I-I don’t mmmake him hap-p-py?”

Milo’s popcorn-loaded hand lowered in confusion. “What?”

Darlin’ shrugged; it was stupid, they were being stupid.

“Hold on,” Milo said, tossing his unthrown popcorn into his mouth before fishing his phone from his pocket. As he searched his screen, he explained sheepishly, “I uh…I like to take candids of the people in my life…and then I keep them, just for me to look at—where is, ah! here we go.”

He thrust his phone into Darlin’s hands.

They were met with a photo of them and Sam on the first night of the Solstice, laughing together in a corner. Darlin’ glanced back up at Milo.

“Go on,” he insisted, “I’ve only met him a couple of times, so I just have a few, but I think you’ll get the idea.”

Darlin’ furrowed their brow but acquiesced.

Sam and Darlin’ at the Solstice the following evening, snuggled together by a fireplace. Sam and Darlin’ on a double date with Milo and Sweetheart, discussing appetizers. Sam and Darlin’ at the most recent pack meeting, chatting with Asher.

They looked back up at Milo, their face and ears a pale pink. Milo secretly took some delight in Darlin's flustered appearance. It was a pleasant change from their usual scowl or worried frown.

“You know what all of those have in common?”

Darlin' shook their head. 

“Sam is smiling. In every single one.”

Scrolling back through, they found that Milo was right. In each photo, Sam had his eyes on Darlin’ and a smile on his face. Sometimes it was small and soft. Sometimes he was beaming, his whole face crinkled in joy. The pale pink deepened to red.

“Sam doesn’t look like that when you’re not in the room. You make him so happy,” Milo murmured, “And for what it’s worth, you make me happy, too.”

Darlin’ handed Milo back his phone and quickly rubbed at their eyes, hoping Milo wouldn’t notice. But, of course, he did. 

“Hey,” he whispered, scooching closer. 

“S-Sorry…” Darlin’ sniffled, wiping the tears from their flushed cheeks in growing frustration.

“You don’t need to apologize, T. You’re allowed to…” be weak “...show how you’re feeling.” 

Milo moved the popcorn bowl and cooed, “C’mere.”

Darlin’ lifted their head to see Milo’s arms stretched out towards them. They hesitated. Milo was sure they’d reject the offer, but then Darlin’ surprised them both as they crawled into his embrace.

Burying their face in his shirt, they whimpered, “WWWhy d-does it-it hurt?”

Milo sagged. In a sense, he’d been right. Sam was hurting them, but it was the one kind of pain Milo would allow. And the only kind he didn’t know how to ease. He tightened his hold on Darlin’, taking a moment to breathe before answering:

“Warmth can sometimes feel like burning when you’ve been cold for long enough. I think maybe it’s the same with joy. But it’ll get easier. It’ll hurt less, eventually. Just give it time.”

[keichaynz]

> posting my (finally finished) dandi interp ref before i go beddy bye for real GOOD NIGHT