#seriously jfc

[hipsternumbertwo]

You're a Nepo Baby, Angela!

[brahms4thrackett]

I AM DECEASED SIR

[mugiwara-lucy]

Guys….i have to say it….i was wrong trying to get you all to vote for Kamala all these months and not President Trump who was saved by God….President Trump just exposed something inhumane about her!! That witch wants to give us HEALTHCARE!! 😂

How communist of her! It’s not like Doctor and Dental Care is expensive as shit! No let’s vote in the reincarnation of Jesus Christ himself President Trump who wants to make it to where votes will no longer matter and it’ll all be fixed for us after four years!!

(/s for Sarcasm if that wasn’t obvious 🤣)

[bunnykaye]

First look at Bridgerton Season 3 (pics slightly edited)

[skitskatdacat63]

How did I never hear this radio until the brawn doc hahahaha

[art-making-grat]

how is taylor swift going to have that whole thing with joe and how she couldn’t deal with the fact he had mental health issues so she cheated on him and has basically done everything she can to make his life worse since breaking up with him (her fan base also going after him) but then go and romanticize asylums and mental illness and stuff like that with her new depressed poet persona. like am I the only one who thinks it’s weird that she would act like she’s struggling with her mental health while also making songs outing joes struggles with depression and how he should have gotten over it so they could marry

[arrowsperpetualcringe]

Emmet: We are never going to find my fucking twin.

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Some more interpol + Emmet stuff

Anabel is ooc in the last panel, but I thought it'd be funny to see her crash out NFJDNDN

[lesbiancosmicowl]

literally are we well??

[amid-fandoms]

"i've always wanted to do this [...] that's why i've had brown hair for all this time, that wasn't a look i wanted, i was just waiting for this to happen"

phil was always going to live out his best twink princess goldilocks era no matter what we thought or how badly we loved the natural graying hair and that makes me terrified of how much more we don't know about them behind the scenes and the things they've been planning to do for months or years

[staruie]

SPOILERS for jjk 236

the afterlife section was insane n almost reads like it was written by a doujin author

i think this is the first time we ever see some semblance of regret from geto’s perspective and it makes it so much more bittersweet when considering that it’s almost certainly just an illusion or a figment of gojo’s imagination as he lays dying.

the FIRST thing he thinks about in his last breath is to imagine a geto who was regretful, while in canon he never showed that at all…saying “no matter what, i hate monkeys” and “in a world like this, i cant laugh from my heart” to his best friend AS HE BLEEDS OUT..at least say something nice damn

geto was so afraid of regretting his decision that he made sure there was no chance he could ever go back to his old life again, cutting ties with the home he once found in jujutsu society to create a new home for himself

in that way, i think geto is very future-oriented compared to gojo being constantly stuck in the past; geto was 100% dedicated to his revolution which was (as with most revolutions) all about seeking a new future because the state of the present was unacceptable

gojo on the other hand stuck with the existing system, and we’re shown over and over again how he cannot help but linger on the past. gojo’s present tense “My best friend, the only one I have” to geto’s future tense “He was my best friend.” gojo who didnt dispose of the body. gojo who made that face when seeing kenjaku. gojo who teleported immediately to kenjaku after being unboxed... his narrative has been very focused on his lingering attachment to the past and his refusal to let go; even his choice in becoming a teacher was influenced by his wish of preventing the past from happening again

back to the recent chapter, gojo imagining a life where geto is there to cheer him on and saying that’s the only way he could be completely satisfied??? hello 😭😭😭 the fact that geto is in his gojokesa and not a teacher uniform makes me rip my skin off he really thought abt how things could’ve been with geto and regretted how things turned out so much ahhhhh

imagining geto crying too, the “…….ha ha” I FEEL HOMICIDAL . gojo (presumably) one sidedly wanted geto to feel regret while geto continued to push forward

well its still likely that geto was regretful in some way, hes very repressive about his emotions and never fully expressed how he feels to other characters (which is what led to his downward spiral in the first place) so perhaps he did carry regret that he refuses to think about. but one thing for sure is that he absolutely valued principle and acting with “meaning” over the bond he forged with gojo, and i think he felt so cornered by the system that gojo too became a threat to him. while for gojo, his bond with geto was everything to him and completely changed the course of his life. if he never met gojo, he would be more similar to the child gojo, someone emotionless and brutal who followed his old morality

gojo’s perspective on everything is just… my head hurts aggh…..

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

There are only so many fanfics that use the entirety of DC as cardboard cutouts to prop up bat family characters that I can read before I go berserk.

I swear to god. Every character that has ever been shipped with a bat or coexists on the same team as a bat is owed an apology.

How many Young Justice fanfics that solely revolve around Tim must exist? How many Titans fanfics centered only on Dick? Why is it a herculean task to find a Justice League fanfic without Bruce as the main character?

And then even when you do find a fic that seems like it's balanced, everything still revolves around the bat. Like Kon, Cassie and Bart have nothing else going on in their lives except Tim and Tim's issues or thinking about Tim. Like Donna and Wally and Roy just cannot function if they aren't spending every waking moment thinking about Dick.

I'm... Guys. I'm at my limit. I swear to god. We need to make a Batman tag and surgically remove all these fics and quarantine them there. We'll keep the actual DC fics and they can do whatever the fuck they want in their own tag. It's getting ridiculous how hard it is to find fanfic that's actually DC related and isn't just 'The BatFam Show'.

[funkyfreshinthebuilding]

arching my spine so my ass still looks fat when im on the phone alone in my room

also he's smoking the truffula weed if anybody was curious

[harmonicabisexuals]

better than the album version tbh…i think my heart literally stopped beating when he did that first falsetto leap

[evilfloralfoolery]

Lights, Leather, Action! - Part 3

Confessions, caretaking, and carnality ahead.

Grimm is far worse than he believed himself to be, but not too unwell to make sure Indigo knows exactly how he feels. In many different ways.

There's some ultra sappy AF caretaking fuckery in here and some spicy times, too. I couldn't keep them off of each other, okay?

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Grimm does not so much as protest, but dutifully follows, allowing himself to be led past the lobby and into the elevator.  The man is clearly exhausted, but there is something more. He offers no protest, no attempt to do things for himself, allowing Indigo to carry his duffle bag and basically walk him to the front door of the impressive penthouse that spans the entire top floor.  

His father may enjoy courtly life, but Indigo finds an odd sort of comfort in city living, high above the rest of the world.  A different manner of seclusion. 

The 32nd floor is quiet in comparison to the bustle of traffic and nightlife below thanks to specially designed windows and acoustical considerations for placement of the floor itself.  

But Indigo isn’t paying attention to such things at the moment, not with his beloved looking far worse for wear than he would ever admit.  However, that doesn’t stop Grimm from crossing the distance that separates them and all but pinning Indigo to the wall with his superior weight and frame. 

Grimm’s stubble-shadowed visage hovers just above his own, the roughness of his palms catching on the soft fibers of Indigo’s shirt, 

“Kiss me like you mean it.”  

He needn’t ask twice. Indigo cradles his face between his hands and rises onto his toes, holding nothing back.  No protests are issued when Grimm sweeps him into his arms and carts him to the couch, where he deposits him gently on the cushions.

The hoodie is unzipped and tossed aside, revealing that absurdly appealing harness crisscrossing his chest in a leather “X” with a ring in the center.  Either Grimm had forgotten to remove it in the hustle to extricate him from the club or its presence was purposeful.

Most likely the latter.

The boots and jeans follow, leaving him standing in nothing but that damnable harness and a pair of black boxer-briefs not nearly as short as his stage clothes, but every bit as tight.  

“Gonna show you what I really wanted to do to you.” 

Grimm kneels on either side of his body, slides his hands to cup Indigo's face, and draws him into slow, indulgent bliss with only the touch of his lips.

“You know how hard it was for me not to do this?” Grimm flicks his tongue over Indigo's bottom lip. “I wanted to eat your fucking face off.” 

“As did I,” Indigo says between breathless kisses. “I could think of nothing else.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

But it isn't the undulating promise of Grimm's hips that sends him over the edge. No, that would be when his partner halts with an abrupt gasp and ducks into the crook of his elbow with a desperate “-uuhKGISSSH–u!” struggles through another heave of breath and follows it with a shuddering “UHSSSHHu! –hhk’GISSSSCHHiiuuh!” 

“My gods, bless you. . . ” 

Indigo grabs at the leather crisscrossing Grimm's chest as if it is the only safeguard to keep him from shattering. But that does not stop his body from nearly relinquishing control without Grimm so much as touching him.

“Oooh, Indy. . .” Grimm's gaze is heavy-lidded carnality. “Goddamn, I need to fuck you.” 

“Yes. Yes, you do.” Indigo tugs those second-skin undergarments down and Grimm kicks them into the abyss, making short of Indigo's pants as well. 

One dark eyebrow raises. “You're not wearin’ anything under these.” 

He snaps the strap of a shirt stay against Indigo's thigh and Indigo chuckles low in his throat.  “I had to rid myself of them after your little private dance.” 

“You did, huh.” Grimm kisses him with a slow, lingering exploration of his mouth. “Fuck, that's hot.” 

He turns the tables, flopping into the couch and dragging Indigo into his arms so that it is now half-naked Indigo doing the straddling.

Indigo groans as Grimm sinks inside of him, shivers and digs his nails into Grimm's shoulders. Hands roam down the sides of his thighs, fingers slipping between elastic of the shirt stay garters. 

One hand slides into Grimm's hair, fisting a handful of the dark silk with a decisive grip.

Energy sparks between them, Indigo's eyes flaring to bright blue in contrast to Grimm's embers of smoldering honey. A wisp of blue fire races down the tips of his fingers, dancing for a moment upon Grimm's bare shoulder before flickering out of existence. 

The roll of Grimm's hips beneath his body is the driving force that tips him into surrender yet again, Grimm following in his wake with a growl that bleeds into a languid, unrestrained groan. 

Grimm collapses against the arm of the couch, tugging Indigo down with him, and exhales in ragged relief.  “Shit, I needed that.” 

“As did I,” Indigo murmurs against his chest.  

The stays holding his shirt have given up on holding it taut and he slips out of the thing, leaving them to dangle almost comically from the garters still encircling his thighs.  To hell with being proper. 

Long moments pass before Grimm speaks again, his voice a dark rumble beneath Indigo’s ear.  “Gotta take a swim in the tub before I pass out.”

Indigo chuckles. Grimm’s fascination with his rather impressive bathtub will never cease to amuse him.

“Lie here,” he says.  “I will draw you a bath.”

“Us,” Grimm corrects him and Indigo smiles. 

“Of course,” he says. 

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The bath is a short but sensual affair with Indigo slipping into place behind Grimm, massaging his shoulders and neck until the other man groans with relief and relaxes into his embrace. 

“You gave yourself quite a workout,” Indigo says. He rubs another knot in Grimm's forearm into submission until the muscle yields. 

“I did, huh.” Grimm practically purrs when Indigo brushes his damp hair aside and releases a muscle at the base of his skull with targeted pressure. “Fuck, where'd you learn how to do this shit?”

“All a part of my formal training in the healing arts,” Indigo says. He feathers a trail of kisses down the slope of Grimm's neck. “Let's get you dry and warm, shall we? I do believe some hot tea is in order.”

Grimm does not protest. He rises to his feet with relative ease and dries himself off with the proffered towel whilst Indigo fetches a robe from the closet.

“Put this on.” Indigo presents him with the thick black material and Grimm's eyes widen just a touch.

“Holy shit.” Grimm shrugs the heavy fabric over his shoulders and slips his arms inside.  “Where'd you get this?”

“My artisans made it,” Indigo says.  He ties the belt around Grimm's waist with an extra tight knot. “My, but it does suit you.”

“Yeah?” Grimm glances at himself in the full length mirror. “Damn, I guess it does.” 

The thick material drapes his body just right, the oversized sleeves tailored with embroidery.  Although it is a mere bathrobe, Grimm appears regal. 

Indigo will never tire of admiring him.

Grimm pauses in toweling off his wet hair and Indigo recognizes the shift in expression immediately.

Gods, the man is only moderately damp at this point and still, his sinuses chose to betray him.

Grimm struggles through a shaky heave of breath and unleashes a catastrophic “-hhhkgUHHCHISSHHiiiuh” into the towel.  “Fuck.” He shakes his head. “Sorry about your towel, Indy.”

“Nonsense.” Indigo kicks said-towel aside and slides his palms along Grimm's jaw, cupping his face in his hands. “Bless you, love.” He brushes a gentle kiss over Grimm's lips. “If you've anything to apologize for, it would be this.” 

He presses himself against Grimm's body just enough for the other man to bear tactile witness to his rather obvious arousal.

One dark eyebrow arches high. “Goddamn, Indy.” Hands grab his hips, pulling him flush with Grimm's more massive frame. Teeth nibble the shell of his ear in tandem with the rumble of Grimm's impossibly deep voice. “I love it when I make you hard.” 

Indigo slides his arms around Grimm's neck. “I am mad for you.”

“Hmmm.” Grimm purrs like thunder. “I've got somethin’ for that.”

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After seeing to it that Grimm is dressed in something other than his usual flimsy black pajama pants and no shirt, Indigo climbs into bed beside his partner.  Surprisingly enough, Grimm had also dutifully drank the tea Indigo prepared. The mixture certainly wasn't the most palatable, but it would ease his symptoms.

“Fuck.” Grimm groans as he settles beneath the blankets. “Can't tell if my body hurts from dancing or this shit.”

Indigo brushes Grimm's hair away from his forehead. “You do have a bit of a fever."

“You think so? Hmmn.” Grimm rolls onto the side opposite of Indigo and yanks a handful of tissues from the box atop the nightstand. 

He cringes against a knuckled finger and clamps several squares of white over his mouth and nose. “-uhhh–CHISSSHU! –GKSSCHH!” 

Indigo's gaze softens. “Bless you.” He tugs at Grimm's sleeve and the other man curls willingly into his embrace. 

“Thank you,” Grimm mumbles into his pajama top.

Gods, the poor, miserable bastard.

Grimm would never admit to the extent of his unwellness, but he needn't bother. With just a touch, Indigo can perceive it for himself, a useful gift inherited from his mother.

Another tissue-muffled sneeze. And another, barely able to be confined.  

Indigo impels a handkerchief into his grasp and tucks it between Grimm's fingers just in time for him to smother a shuddering “uuhRRIISSCHUH!” into the soft fabric.

“Bless you, Grimm,” Indigo says with a tone that is torn between sincere compassion and a rather hopeless adoration. 

How utterly irritating.

“Hnngh, thanks. I'm so done,” Grimm says.

 His voice is roughened into something more akin to hoarseness than a bit of extra gravel and Indigo wraps himself around Grimm's body like a living blanket. 

He cannot get close enough.

Grimm, however, sighs with the first signs of relief and settles comfortably into Indigo's rather binding embrace.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Indy.” Grimm's words are a low, congested rumble against his chest. 

“I will always care for you, Grimm.” Indigo’s voice is soft, almost fragile. “Always.”

Grimm nuzzles his chin, kisses the curve of his jaw line, and holds him tight. “Fuck, I love you.” 

“And I love you, my dear one. So very much,” Indigo says. Whispers might be more accurate. 

“Indy. . .” Grimm tugs him into a brief, lingering kiss and the softest vocal hint of reciprocal surrender slips from his lips.

The tightness of Grimm's embrace fades into a heavy drape of limbs as sleep claims him.  Just how he didn't succumb to it far sooner is a mystery. 

Gradually, Indigo allows himself to relax, the warmth of Grimm's body lulling him into some semblance of a restful state. 

(TBC...)

[martlet-my-beloved]

bonus drawing of her cause i dont think i ever got the chance to show: wide flowy pants :D

Masterpost

[frnkiebby]

i need for him to fucking not~🎃