#she smiles and laughs at his jokes

[churchwick]

#thinking about … rocky ‘winning’#in the sense that mitzi ends up completely alone and can only rely on his help to keep lackadaisy afloat …#making him irreplaceable — finally! and wick is nowhere to be seen to save the day anymore … so it’s just him#and maybe mitzi’s miserable and he’s miserable but he doesn’t care about it really … he’s just happy to be important … essential … etc#mitzi has shrunk and she’s become blurry and faceless because rocky is indulging in his victory#is too busy internally celebrating to really. notice her. so she’s small and disproportionate … murky …#AHEM! since i can’t write about my mitzi/rocky feelings i’ll art about it ( very quickly lmfao )#i just think rocky’s obsession with mitzi and being the person she relies on most is something he takes to extremes#and will continue to do so the way his arc is going. there’s not much left for him outside of ‘this’ anyway … or so he believes#i also think they will continue to drag each other down …#rocky doomed by the narrative and mitzi IS that narrative. they’re fucked but at least they have each other i suppose!!!#i have so many more thoughts and ofc this is more metaphorical …#but i do think. about the darkness around the corner for the two of them … hm! anyway! yeah!#rocky rickaby#mitzi may#wrote up these tags and drew this at like 3am to 5am so thats why i sound crazy#OH and the lines are from the bunnybox page in the comic <3 where he compares her to drugs twice <3#totally NOT a really bad sign im sure!! that would be silly :3

— THE ELECTRIC-FEVER REMEDY.

[mistress-riddle]

tommy speaking loudly in the library is just so in character of him, he's just annoying like that 🙄

[jrueships]

Michael Jordan taking a picture of isiah thomas coddling and carrying an embarrassed grown 6'7 Dennis Rodman around

[bumblingbabooshka]

Workforce Tuvok is my cringefail babygirl

[httpshujii]

Google history:

How do I bring back the laugh in my dad's eyes before he married again?

[fappellmoan]

gross man fully swore at me (us) (lydia and a friend) bc we weren’t really laughing at his shitass jokes like ok be funny then

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hmmmm having angsty Lights Out thoughts

[carefulfears]

Oh my sweet lordy lord. we as a fandom need to talk more about the 1-2 shipping punch that is detour followed immediately by the post modern prometheus. the ‘wrestle’ in detour and the dance I’m pmp literally had me twirling my hair and kicking my feet like a little girl. they were really like here’s a little treat for y’all after the heaviness of the cancer arc.

dana after she thought she was going to die and never get to monster hunt with her best friend again when she’s alive and she really loves him

[cerealbishh]

"This whole best-divorce-ever thing is reminding me why I married you in the first place!"

"Huh! See, that hasn't happened for me..."

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

Edward sighed softly, his eyes wandering from both the de Clair and Gracey parents over to his own father, who was hustling in and out of the kitchen, ensuring everything was ready for the eventual meal. It was times like these that he was grateful for Leon Henshaw, who never asked for anything other than for his one and only son to be happy. Never did he ever foist any unreasonable expectations upon him, never did he try to control his future for him, never did he tell him he couldn't live his life as he wanted...although it at times felt like the world was against them, Leon never failed to be supportive of Edward.

He only wished the same could be said of Doreen and Philippe's families...why couldn't they be more like his father, or even Susannah's father, August? He and Leon were cut from the same cloth-life had dealt them a rough deal, but they played well with the hand they were given, and never failed to love and support their children...

Still, he tried not to dwell on the unfairness of the situation (just like their fathers, he and Susannah would play their best game with the cards they'd been dealt); instead, he brightened at the sight of the returning Susannah and Doreen, with Belle in tow: Even beneath the mask, it was easy to see Susannah's glee at being reunited with the head maid, who was just as happy to see the young woman again, all three of them talking away as they returned to Edward and Philippe's company, with Belle turning to the latter with a proud smile and a conspiratorial wink to show she was in on the secret-and that she approved of their romance greatly. In the absence of a true parental figure (for both Susannah and Doreen, albeit for different reasons), Belle's approval and support meant nothing short of the world to both of them, to say the least.

[msfcatlover]

So the Joker’s little “BANG!” guns can launch that flag pole out with potentially lethal force (at least, according to Batman Beyond). Which very much seems like the sort of thing he’d do—it’s a double punchline.

Why does no one ever just pull the trigger twice?

[sleepyone2three]

Franky and Robin telling bad puns right after Brook makes a killer entrance with one? I don't think I'll ever love anything more.

[neonsbian]

instagram reels have some of the worst people in the comments

[tinkeronpointe]

I miss kevison times. So just feel like celebrating our love for them with this question?

What was your fav Kevison moment?

(you can share top 3 if it is hard to pick one!)

I have so many I can’t pick one!! 🥺🥰 but if I had to pick just one it would be when Kevin made back to Madison in time to see the babies be born & his dedication to her and the kids “This family is my life” “I don’t wanna take jobs that are gonna take me away from you. This is all I’ll ever need” 💗

[silverselfshippingchaos]

AHSKAHDKWHDJWB PLEASE HE'S ACTUALLY SO FUNNY..

[sunni-stuff]

P2 P3

Reader who gets pregnant off of a one night stand with some soldier during armed forces day, showing your appreciation for his service a little too well.

You had a support system, friends who joked about you having way too much fun, hence your predicament, others already offering to buy things for the baby and your parents who couldn't be happier to meet their grandchild.

But what about the father?

Well, it's not exactly like you could track him down. Fuck, you didn't even know the man's name, only how he made you feel, his filthy words strumming in your ear, big hands tight around your waist, hips slamming away in a desperate chase.

Let's forget how you leg-locked him.

When your daughter was born, everything changed, and time slowed down. She was a quiet baby, barely crying or having any outbursts like a normal child would but outspoken in her own little way. That chunky thing came out of the womb with a glare. Brown eyes staring down anyone and everyone but you.

That's something she definitely got from her father. You vividly remember how his umber eyes watching you from across the bar. He was like an eagle waiting for the perfect moment to strike his prey. A perfect soldier.

So, you named your daughter Adira in memory of his strength. That's one thing he could have.

Adira loved to be by your side. Her chubby cheeks pressed into the nook of your neck, holding you close with strength of a thousand babies. Your clingy little thing was a koala, always by her mommy's side, never straying far no matter how curious she got. When she learned to walk, her favorite thing became to hug your leg, especially while in stores. She hated people, wearing a tiny scowl whenever customers passed by tucking herself closer to you.

Maybe it was a good thing her father wasn't around. Having to compete for her first words would've been a bloodbath.

You spent two years in bliss. The fact that you were a single mother an afterthought to raising what you considered a blessing.

With Adira's second Christmas coming up, you wanted to do something special. She loved trains and found them absolutely amusing, often mimicking the honk as she ran around your apartment. Thankfully, there was a train ride for kids around the park during this time of year.

Here, you stood in line, bundled up to the nines. Big poofy coat, warm gloves, and fuzzy boots. As the crowd moved, Adira clung close, arms wrapped around your leg, glowering at any passerby with an annoyed look on her rosy cheeks.

That one was new. Maybe something else she got from her father.

The two of you took steps in tow, keeping Adira close and comfortable as the train came into view. Her expression shifted, excitement palpable. "Twain!" She squealed, jumping up and down.

Before you could respond to Adira's childlike joy, a man bumped into you by accident, nearly stumbling over his own feet. He turns to look at you, blue eyes meeting yours, but you were too focused on the weird ass Mohawk on his head.

People wore still those?

"Sorry bout that lass." The man starts to apologize, a Scottish accent lacing his voice.

That breaks your stare, laughing awkwardly to mask your wandering gaze. "Oh no, it's fine. You should be careful. you might slip on ice."

He nods, giving you a kind smile. The Scottish man starts to leave, but the look your kid was giving him sent shivers down his spine.

Little Adira was giving him a fierce stare down from behind your leg before ultimately cutting her eyes at him as if he were merely a nuisance.

"Next in line! Mctavish!"

The man doesn't stay after that. You assume that it was him they were calling with the way he hurried off. Hope he doesn't fall, seemed like a nice guy.

Soap can't help but do a double take when be gets to the front. The little rascal was wearing his Lieutenants face, hawk eyeing anyone who dared got to close. It was like looking in a mirror.

He nudged Gaz, making a gesture to look back without making it obvious. "See the lass and her bairn in line?"

Gaz gives him a raised brow, looking back for a second before turning around. "There's a lot of kids with their mother's, Johnny."

Soap glances back, double checking to make sure you were still in line. “The lass with the wee one—she’s got the same wicked look as Lt. You cannae miss her.”

Gaz rolls his eyes but humors Soap by looking once more, his eyes scanning the crowd until they land on a little girl already mean-mugging him from a distance. He swiftly turns around, blinking in surprise, trying to comprehend what he saw. "Uh..."

Soap only nods in agreement. That was Ghost's face, on a kid no less. He wastes no time, elbowing Roach and getting him to look back as well, leaving the other Sergeant in the same shock as Gaz. "That is not a face a kid should have."

"Agreed." Gaz added, shuddering at the thought.

"Where's the cap?" Soap asks, the train ride no longer feeling like fun now that he’s discovered the jackpot.

"Market place with Lt. for cigs," Gaz knowingly remarked, remembering that Price had run out on their way here.

"Well, let's go show them a Christmas miracle," Soap shot up from his seat all too eagerly.

The sergeants just got their Christmas present.