#sorry 😔💔

[virtu4l-di4ry]

yall editing dean and cas to casual by chappell roan is hilarious those bitches were anything but casual they were absolutely insane about each other nothing about them was normal

[cupiidzbow]

got an ask that had me stewing about a whole topic and THAT topic had me thinking about another topic

it’s essentially went

> funky is pilot/mechanic and also has his own shop that he runs part time.

> also a surfer

> what if he was a part time life guard

AND THEN I KINDA JUST WENT

[kodorki]

sorry for turning my blog into a shrine for media from 2016, do you still think i'm hot

[saintedbythestorm]

Human.exe didn't boot today...

[transdemon]

um.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

okay now i REALLY wanna see stan being full werewolf

JUST PRACTICE because I realized I actually don't know how to draw wolves right before I went to draw the comic where he's a wolf

[aishite-normally]

This is how it should be!

IM LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL WOOD YOU GET 5 BIG BOOMS‼️‼️‼️ BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

[vaultnewt]

i love you malcolm “the monarch” fitzcarraldo and your eternal adoration for leather jackets

[nvixs]

i only support abortion in extreme cases such as when a woman is pregnant and doesn't wish to be

[samirahmed125]

We live in the worst conditions and the largest war in history does not know human rights. Slaughter, killing, famine and rising prices. We die silently and are killed with a cold body. No one asks about us. Unfortunately, we have become beggars in the eyes of many, but we ask with all shame and brokenness of spirit because we do not have any means to survive. We live in a famine of thirst and hunger. We cry and scream. No one hears us except you, who have become our light and hope. Please do not break our heart, and if you are able, donate and save us and bring joy to the hearts of my children. Thank you. 🍉🍉✋🏻🙏🥺

@appsa @pissvortex @punishedgwyndolin @plomegranate @opencommunion @xxx-sparkydemon-xxx @a-shade-of-blue @90-ghost @ot3 @wilwheaton @wellwaterhysteria @all-werk-and-no-play @read-marx-and-lenin @error-core-animations @romcommunist @thatdiabolicalfeminist @tamamita @rogueorc @togekissangel468 @tumkaafiho @turquoisewavesstitch @turian @yekkes @your-local-non-binary-friend @yujateaandpi @umberandmochaagate @uimanhosa @one-time-i-dreamt @prokopetz @prinnay @penny-anna @liberalsarecool @lordzannis @loststolenorstrayed @lyell-crookshanks @kordeliiius @komsomolka @kiirodora @kyra45-helping-others @jolyne-best-jojo @unalivejournal @mar64ds @jethroq @hisui-zorua @hungwy @honeygordo @horrorhorizon @hareofhrair @hesperocyon-lesbian @heartsoftruth @fairuzfan

[kobebibebi]

@thegiftedau toolshed sketch(-ish)

this tfbw au has been stuck in my brain since last year, genuinely i have been thinking about it almost everyday,i cannot stress how much i think about this specific au,,, i check their profile so frequently just to see updates 😔

the designs, the backstories, the concepts, the characters, the writing AAA EVERYTHING about this au is perfect, well-executed and amazing omfg i love the gifted au so much you do not understand 💔💔

there hasn't been much out from this au but it's already so great im so excited to see more fr

i drew this in class so yea i call it a sketch lmao

but yeah i have like so many wips, due gifts, and things to prioritize but my brain said gifted au fanart NOW,, so i did

also i really need to draw more of my own au :')),

ik i have to do paladin butters next (yes i can see ur asks) but school is taking all of my time it's insane how i even drew this, but ngl it's a really great au 😭

but srsly school is taking such a toll on my mental health,, it's only the second week and im already drowning in schoolwork,,,,,,,,, so i might draw more fanart of south park aus that i really really love 👀

these south park aus are honestly whats keeping me together rn

[critterishere]

😈hellooooo yaoi!!

Grr… I hate them..! (pulls out a ginormous mallet)

[yandere-yearnings]

Burn & Burn Again (Male Yandere!Writer x GN!Reader)

feat. Sun Vasileiou Nevrakis

♡ pt.6, approx. 1.3k words | prev. | next.

♡ post-specific warnings: implied forced isolation, implied (emotional) manipulation, beginnings of a stockholm-esque relationship, vv light suggestive dialogue at end | series warnings: yandere themes, reader is a horrendous flirt

♡ a/n: this part is dedicated to @/urprettylildoe bc it really wouldn't have been written if not for her sweet words!! thank you for everything doe <3 this is purely a work of fiction. yandere behaviour in real life is a cause of concern. unedited, not proofread.

♡♡♡

Running water in the night woke you gentler than it used to, clock on your bedside table pooling neon into the backs of your eyes. Three in the morning — an hour earlier than usual for the steam swirling into your bedroom from the en suite. Sun always showered in the dark, temperature tipping over the edge into scalding, the only time the mellow, mellow vanilla of his body wash couldn’t lull you because the humidity was suffocating, and the sweat dried cold on you as you lay there.

There was no reason behind the anxiety that clawed your chest, in fact, ever since you’d moved in with him, Sun had been nothing but an angel. It was just that when he wasn’t in your line of sight, you could never shake the unplaceable feeling that lay low in your gut and began to manducate. Something in his eyes had always been different to everyone else’s. You thought you’d fall familiar to the gaze, but the months were dripping out your time like it was venous, and every day he looked a bit more distant from who he was when you had first met him.

You wanted to justify it for him, this strangeness that felt like a second skin forming — intangible, and yet still somehow stripping off of him in viscous strings whenever you tried to reach out and talk about it. Sun had only told you a little, after the casino; sitting on the stone steps that encircled the fountain in his garden and drunk out of his mind. His biggest fear was being left behind, and his biggest fear had cycled and cycled throughout his life so much so that Sun knew people’s backs better than he did their faces. You couldn’t hurt him anymore. You’d have rather not come into his life to begin with than do that, and who you were to him now could only be pinned on your advances alone.

You guessed he’d changed you, heart a little less selfish, and a lot more tired because of it. Even through the foreboding, you still couldn’t help but be pleasant to him; rationalise that nothing could go wrong if you treated your relationship with normalcy. Would that be enough to undo the weight of it?

In the palm of your hand, your phone felt foreign, as did the list of contacts you scrolled through. It had been weeks since you’d had a proper conversation with anyone else. Sun needed your attention more  — and you weren’t going to deny him. You knew intimately that there were cracks in the glass house he called out to you from.

Whether it was muscle memory or just that you were missing her, Bea’s name was the one that your thumb had been hovering over when you refocused. Not giving yourself a chance to think twice about it, you pressed dial and held it to your ear. She picked up on the second ring.

“Hey,” her voice, as soft as ever, came in a groggy little whisper. Of course you’d woken her, of course she didn’t make anything of it. “Haven’t heard from you in a while. Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” your head sunk a little further into your pillow, and the corners of the room faded from your vision until it was just the flat expanse of ceiling above you, “just wanted to hear your voice.”

The bubbly giggle that filtered through the speakers had the smile spreading on your lips. “In that case,” she said, “I should read you a bedtime story.”

“You really shouldn’t,” eyes crinkling, the breath you’d been holding cleared, “you’ve got an early morning at the bakery today, right?”

Bea hummed evasively. “Since when did you start remembering these things?”

“Since you added that cake to your menu that I can’t begin my day without,” you teased. “Really, you should go back to bed now. I’m sorry for waking you.”

“It’s okay!” She was quick to refute, “you know I’ll never mind.” 

The shower had turned off a minute ago, and now it was just the comfortable silence that settled between the two of you as you blinked up. The yawn that Bea had undoubtedly tried to muffle reached you nevertheless, but she began to speak again before you could.

“I’ll call you soon, ‘kay? We’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

“Yeah.” You thought about the secrets you’d been keeping from her — how even now, she didn’t know about Sun — you had more than a lot of explanations due. “Talk to you soon. I love you.”

The bathroom door opens and you cut the line before she can reciprocate, or hear the virulent tone your boyfriend takes as he pads over, plucks the phone right from your grasp. “Who do you love?”

His hair is dripping water like ink, saturating spots into the towel around his neck; face entirely unreadable even though you’re acutely aware of the fact that he’s filtering through your call log. In this variable darkness, you can make out the clench of his fist by his side.

“She’s my best friend.” Sitting up, you take his hand gently, unfurl his fingers from where they’re digging into his palm and tug him to the bed. “I’ve told you about her before.”

His shoulders seem to relax some as he settles, collarbones following a droop down that you can’t help but track. There’s a glassy clarity in his orbs when he leans closer, and he asks you with a furrow in his brow: “do you love her more than me?”

You would have begun to explain the difference between the love one could feel for a friend and the love one could feel for a partner — that they weren’t the same thing, that they could not be measured on the same scale — but Sun wouldn’t be able to understand that. He’d tilt his head at you, and think you were telling him he had competition, as he had done all the times before this.

“I could never.”

His cheek pressed to yours when you moved to wind your arms around him, cold, cold skin despite the hot currents he had been under just a heartbeat ago. His lips were soft against the shell of your ear, his voice even softer with a lacing vulnerability. “I don’t like it when you don’t pay attention to me.”

Your laugh came slightly cut from a bitterness you couldn’t pin the source of, and your digits tangled in his hair, tugged him back a bit. “Sun,” you said, “you don’t like it when I talk to anyone.”

When he blinked at you, you swallowed. Even if you had the saliva to wet your throat, you were sure it would just dry up again and your words would die trapped between the walls of your larynx. What compelled the shred of honesty you rasped out was tied to trust, to the credence that you could meet him at the same intensity as he met you. “Lately it’s like you’ve been caging me in.”

“I’ve thought about it,” he exhaled.

“What?”

Sun considers you, and then the corner of his mouth is twitching up by a fraction — the kindling heaviness dissipates just like that. “You could cage me up too,” he tips back, eyeing the exact spot up ahead that you had been focused on before, “we can make it a kink thing.”

Your brow raises. “Is it a kink thing?”

“No.” His smile drops, and then he turns away from you to shuffle through his side drawer; takes out a pen and a small notebook. “Still, you wouldn’t want otherwise,” he scribbles something down and you’re unable to catch it before the cover closes, “believe me.”

[wishchip106]

my favorite part of paris proposal is when Charles INSTANTLY recognizes Erik’s mind out of all the parisian’s and tourists surrounding him

look at his face 😭😭 just when he thought he could get a moment of peace to himself guess who shows up

Erik fucking Lehnsherr come to tangle himself up in Charles’ new life

“How’s retirement treating you?”

“What are you doing here, Erik?”

“I’ve come to see an old friend”

i am so genuinely convinced Erik went to the mansion first to look for Charles only to find Hank as the headmaster instead

i’m willing to bet he was ready to rip up the floorboards to look for Charles before Hank told him 😭🙏

god i love these guys…

[noneedtoargue1994]

ok i might be in the minority on byler tumblr but i don’t think mike was only interested in el in s1 to find will. that was definitely a major factor, and her real or perceived failures to find him cause a lot of stress between them but i really think there was more to it than that. (if you want a character who doesn’t care about el in s1 besides her ability to help will, just look at lucas.)

mike is established early on to be a person who cares very deeply about his friends and about others. he’s loyal to a fault. when dustin is singled out by the bullies in s1e1, it’s mike who comforts him afterwards. i don’t need to remind anyone reading this how he treated will in s2. unlike will, lucas, dustin, and el, mike isn’t visibly different from the norm (besides being a nerd) but he sticks by his friends because he loves them.

not all of this comes from a positive place, though. mike needs to be needed. he loves to be the shoulder to cry on, the protector, the needed support (lucas, el, and dustin in s1, will in s2, el in s3, etc.). when he feels redundant or unnecessary, his self-worth falters and he struggles (see s4).

when they met el in the woods, he wasn’t in love with her, whatever he claims. he did want to send her back to the asylum he thought she came from. but he also wanted her to feel safe and like a person. he wanted to be able to help her, because helping people makes him feel good. the moments of genuine kindness they share in s1 obviously don’t have to be read as romantic - we’ve seen how he acts when he’s extremely consciously in “have a girlfriend” mode, and the beginning of s1 isn’t it. mike wheeler is the heart of the party because of his empathy and loyalty, not because he only cares about will.

[paint-it-dead]