#realest shit.

[bwaldorf]

[saragrosie]

As promised, incredibly stupid s4-5 drawings

[chotachica]

Favorite part of The Dead Boy Detectives for sure is Edwin pulling literally every single age appropriate male character he interacted with. The absolute cunt ever

[drops-of-universe]

[ovaryacted]

Need to fuck old man! Logan after getting too many drinks in the club and getting picked up in his limo and you end up bent down in the backseat as he pummels into you from behind and keeps your head pressed into the cushion of the seat with his heavy palm all cause you kept flirting with him and flashed him with your tits and pussy.

[gilliandersons]

#heart full of love

[chickenoptyrx]

Scouter says otherwise

Adding since the scouters p much unreadable otherwise :P

[rattycattyfanfic]

HUHHHHH repo + saw oomfs wake the fuck up!!! rare shawnee zydrate anatomy demo!!!!!

[unnamednarrat0r]

real real real real real real real realrealrealrealrealreal

[samuraiondo-mace-1177]

the two sides of autism:

[bowelflies]

“The company that employed me strived only to serve up the cheapest fare that its customers would tolerate, churn it out as fast as possible, and charge as much as they could get away with. If it were possible to do so, the company would sell what all businesses of its kind dream about selling, creating that which all our efforts were tacitly supposed to achieve: the ultimate product – Nothing. And for this product they would command the ultimate price – Everything. This market strategy would then go on until one day, among the world-wide ruins of derelict factories and warehouses and office buildings, there stood only a single, shining, windowless structure with no entrance and no exit. Inside would be – will be – only a dense network of computers calculating profits. Outside will be tribes of savage vagrants with no comprehension of the nature or purpose of the shining, windowless structure. Perhaps they will worship it as a god. Perhaps they will try to destroy it, their primitive armory proving wholly ineffectual against the smooth and impervious walls of the structure, upon which not even a scratch can be inflicted.”

― Thomas Ligotti, My Work is Not Yet Done

[fujobritta]

"i don't believe that happens" "*table slam, clink* WRONG! that's me, i did that last week!" "what- why would you pay a woman on the phone to think you're fat?" "because i'm scared that if i were overweight, that no one would like me."

[mamawasatesttube]

every time im reminded of the "50/50 human/kryptonian" retcon im filled with righteous fury. thats not what the word "clone" fucking MEANS geoffrey im going to GET you

[keepingmyoptionsfluid]

The idea that Tommy, a closeted gay man who was desperately trying to fit in in a hyper macho and discriminatory environment, isn't allowed to have any growth from when he was over compensating and was a dick to Chim really pisses me off. He literally had canonical growth to the point he was going for drinks with Chim and Hen in Bobby Begins Again and they got him a fancy leaving cake.

Why isn't he allowed to grow and be better? Because he's white? Because he "gets in the way of buddie"? Because no one is allowed to say and change at all over a decade?

Like this is a queer fandom and I'd bet a lot of money that a ton of people in this fandom said and did things they weren't proud of when they were younger, especially before they came out so they could try and hide it.

I know this is quite a young fandom too but like, it was literally only a decade ago when "gay" was an insult at school and doing anything that could be get you accused of being gay was fucking social suicide. You guys have no idea how lucky you are that people at least get called out for that shit now cause they didn't when I was a kid. I would have done almost anything to just be ignored, let alone accepted, rather than being openly bisexual.

So yeah, I think Tommy is allowed to fucking change as a person because Bobby, Chim and Hen came into his life and allowed him to stop repressing. Stop being such fucking assholes. You aren't any better than him, and frankly the way some of you behave makes the way Tommy acted when he was first in the show look like a fucking saint. Touch some grass.

[your-fave-is-just-a-lil-guy]

the creature from frankenstein

Adam from Frankenstein is just a little guy!

[ignoredbellyaches]

SANCTUS, SANCTUS, SANCTUS...

Priest!Ford makes his mission with Cipher known.

WARNINGS/TAGS: Self mutilation implied (not acted out). It's important to note that yes, Ford in this story is Catholic, and his original character IS born and raised Jewish. I'm not changing his religion just for the sake of it! It is vital to the story that he is a priest, and is heavily based off the song "Hellfire" from The Hunchback of Notredame. SO, yeah! Feel free to leave any suggestions/comments/concerns

He shifted slightly, his knees wailing in pain from the harsh marble beneath them and the time spent bent.

Ford knelt down a considerable distance from the altar, the tabernacle in all its glory reflecting the near hundreds of candles that surrounded it.

Ford called out, hands extended, "beata Maria, hear my prayer! I weep to you on this night, as a human, you must understand my temptation!" He could hear himself echo throughout the chapel, the gravelly desperation in his voice not going unnoticed.

"I am a holy man, my virtue I am justly proud, following your son's directions to the word!" Ford yelled, the angry bile felt in his throat. He clasps his hands together, ignoring the tender ache in the stitches and burns in the sides of his hands.

"Tell me, tell me then, Mother... This lust I have been burdened with, the false idolatry I am being consumed in." Ford closes his eyes, huffing out.

He had been approached in his most vulnerable state, when he was dreaming... He saw there a demon, one of enticing intelligence- offering knowledge of all of man, the very knowledge that scorned the garden. Ford knew he was a good man, widely renowned for his work. Only natural that he was haunted by these demons, it was inevitable for any follower of the faith. And yet...

The Triangle, who made himself known as Bill, he was different than others. It was like he knew Ford better than Ford knew himself, cheap blandishment sprinkled in every sentence. It was a visceral lust Ford felt, a lust for the unknown... To be powerful.

Ford lied prostrate, his hands still clapsed in prayer. He could feel his forehead's sweat touch the cool ground.

"This... This entity, known as Bill Cipher, he has approached me. His offers are wrong, I know, but I cannot find flaw within them! Surely, surely I am not to blame for... I am a holy man, a holy man, surely, it would be of benefit to be granted this knowledge! The parish, the town, they rely on me..."

His gaze flickers up, feeling the piercing gaze of Christ's statue above the altar. He dryly swallows, finding the nerve to continue his bargain.

"It only logical I use the knowledge, for the better of... Of the people. I am a worthy man, am I not? Your praises I have sung without doubt! I- I am ahead of others in wisdom, I can manipulate this demon for the better!"

Ford felt an electric shock go throughout his spine, a horrible wave of nausea in his mind as he tried to blink it away.

"I put my faith into you, Lord, and I... I, humbly, ask you to return the favor. I may be human, but a steel will I shall hold in the face of evil. This hill I shall siege, not die on!" His voice rings again, the candle lights cowering at the harshness. He swallows the fattening lump in his throat, a surge of confidence in himself as he speaks to his God.

"I shall conquer this demon, Lord, and in your name, I shall make you proud... The devil is strong, but my faith... My faith is stronger." Ford puts a strong hand on the ground, lifting him from his aching knees. He stands equal to the tabernacle, holding the body and blood of the Divine.

"Hear me, Lord, I will make you proud... And make my mark." Ford smiles, seeing his reflection in the shimmering gold of the container. "I know I was meant for more, I am truly blessed..." He looks up at the towering crucifix, his whole body wracking with each breath.

He reaches out a hand, placing it on the Son's foot. Ignoring the phantom pain in his missing fingers, he graces the symbolic statue with a determined kiss.

"Watch me, Lord, for I will not fail... This mockery of the blessed three, this Cipher will not win me over." Ford turned his back to the light, looking through the stained glass at the moonlight. His chest slowly erupts into laughter, lasting so long and feeling so powerful that it forces his body to cough, unable to stop the eager chuckles. Ford felt the shakiness but couldn't help but focusing on the blooming pride accompanying the laugh in his chest.

...

requests/asks are open : )