#sorry about the length

[sillyparker]

(mcu!)Peter's love for Spider-Man

I saw a few reddit comments that frankly really bothered me, so I just wanted to ramble about how Peter being somewhat bothered by having to be Spider-Man in ffh and nwh (ffh esp) is more than insanely justified. He will never hate being Spider-Man, infact i think his trauma likely will spur him on to do more and more, either as an escape or a chance to help people the way he hadn't been helped, either way I believe post nwh Peter definitely still finds his joy in being Spider-Man, it'd be literally impossible to just up and make him stop. This part is more of a personal hc before I get into the rest of the post, but I think if he desired to give Spider-Man up after everything, he would have chosen to make the world forget that instead, from what I understand it would have still relieved his troubles, as nobody knows who Spider-Man is, so why would they know Peter?

Far From Home. People take the way Peter acts during the film as him no longer liking being Spider-Man, and it frankly feels very.. ignorant of like literally everything Peter has gone through, honestly. ffh is post endgame, which good fucking god - that is the most trauma inducing experience any possible 15 (16?) year old teen could endure, now im talking both infinity war and endgame, because both are just as bad. In infinity war, he obviously fights alot, not as much as he does in the second film, but it's still very rough, and well he sorta dies, which I'm sure takes a rather extreme toll on him as he could likely feel absolutely everything happening, because of his healing factor, and spidey sense, it's just a very very scary experience, hell I wouldn't be shocked if Peter was drop dead terrified everytime he felt his spidey sense, (he isn't, but I wouldn't put it past being very possible).

And, in endgame he had to hold the gauntlet for an extended period of time from an insane amount of creatures, he literally was holding the future of the entire world in his hands, I would imagine that'd be actually very, very scary. He's consistently put in unfair positions and made to just 'deal' with it, I'm sure he expected some of this but I cant firmly believe he thought he'd end up in such a crazy situation. Now, most obviously the very big part of endgame - Tony Stark fucking died dude!?!?! Let the kid have some time to grieve... not that he ended up getting any, he's literally already lost his parents, (possible uncle), and now his pseudo father, and shit does he lose more right after in such a tiny timespan.

Point is, yeah the fact he want's a goddamn break is not the most insane thing that's happened, god forbid a thoroughly traumatized teenager wants a break without needing to have the burdens of the world (literally) on him again. It just gets to me each time there are such crazy expectations for him, as if any a bunch other characters or people wouldn't literally crumble into pieces if they experienced the amount of stress a kid like Peter is holding constantly. We also get an actual insight on an exact thing I mentioned, where he has a talk with Mysterio where he just wanted to be a normal kid for at least a few seconds, and god is he owed all of that and more. He never got a break, he never got a real chance to comprehend everything that went around him, he got pulled into a fucking other world crisis and yeah - sue him for being exhausted, and not motivated to attempt that all again.

No Way Home. Okay, to start this off - What the fuck? I don't know how obvious it has to be, but the fact Peter is not ecstatic to be Spider-Man after not only having his "identity revealed, but (all I'm about to say is from ffh, still going to get into nwh in a second) almost being killed multiple times, been manipulated by another adult in his life, had his trauma and losses smeared all across his face, faced with taking down an entire insanely large army of killer - explosive - drones, also faced with the fear of accidentally being the cause for a massive incident", is a VERY fair reason, I genuinely think if he stopped being Spider-Man right then and there, everybody he knew would probably support him, because god the things he went through is mind boggling, I don't know how to capture the amount of damage that must have done to Peter, not even just mentally but like quite literal brain damage, he's a kid - no world this severe amount of trauma is taken any forms of lightly. (Which is sorta shown, when Happy goes to pick up Peter on the flower field, and Peter being afraid of Happy maybe not being real)

I wish people gave Peter more credit than they think he deserves, also god Peter fights to be Spider-Man still all throughout nwh, he does his 'duty' by saving all the villains (whilst experiencing the most heinous levels of grief, post May's death), and does everything he can to save the people of their possible destruction, etc. One could fight for the fact Peter.. sorta did cause all of that, even if indirectly - but honestly, I genuinely cannot imagine a different outcome. "What if he went to the lady first, like Strange suggested" It definitely would have not worked, she literally only agreed because he saved her from a being that wouldn't exist had it not been for the earlier mess up, I literally cannot imagine how he would have been able to get any of fixed or back to a state of tolerable at the very least. Peter deserves (and wants) to not live his life as horrible as expected it'd be, he'd never get to any form of normal again, everything he loved was on the line, and half of the world hated him, (alot, wanted him dead or -behind bars).

Peter Parker is just a kid, that is the first and foremost the most important aspect to his character, because the way everything is affected is so so different its ridiculous, the way he will function as a whole when older is very starkly different had this happened to somebody around the age as most of the avengers, all because his brain is just simply not capable of handling such amount's of trauma, or stress. And the way he functions now is so important too, because he's a kid, n' hell will it be obvious how childish he can think or act.

Lastly, another thing I simply hate that people do is when they find the idea of Peter having trauma unrealistic. I'm very much thinking too hard about his character probably, but he is a character with such complex details, and his life is splayed out infront of us through the films, giving us every event that could likely be a cause of something to happen one day, or something that is a cause of an action he already did. I hate that people think just because he's a movie character he's unable to be an actual person in his world, like how everything is simply black and white when it comes to characterization.

Side Note, - this totally turned into just plain out angry rambling, as I've been just annoyed as a whole ever since I started writing this all. so mind anything I say that may be incorrect, I'm defensive about Spider-Man at 8am in the morning and I haven't slept yet, so typos will be made, and some sentences will probably seem confusing.

(next day now and I think i fixed everything(??), I had decided to post this tomorrow/now when I was more comprehensible)

[sir-buddy]

🐝 ‘I Swear We’ll Laugh Together Someday’

YIPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Jedtavius AU because why not

It's set before the first movie and tension the museum has recently started coming to life, so everyone is exploring. Of course, the hall of miniatures is an absolute trainwreck given the number of people and chaos is literally everywhere. Eventually, both doing their best to avoid conflict, Jed and Octavius meet each other in another part of the museum and actually hit it off as friends. Anyway, back in the hall something happens and the Romans and cowboys start fighting. Sun rises and everybody is put back in place, but that night everyone is PISSED and tensions are really rising, prompting the leaders to go to war for the sake of their people. The main plot then revolves around Jed and Octavius attempting to calm everyone else down and stop the fighting all while coping with their increasingly romantic feelings for each other.

(Also I'm sorry this took me an extra day to do)

[noivoom]

 Okay, after several days of brainstorming and debating with myself, I have finally decided to emerge from The Lurking Pit and share this little (“little”) thing! This AU came about from my love of dysfunctional family tropes as well as my desire for everyone to live (honestly I mostly just wanted to daydream fanfic ideas without having to navigate canon’s minefield of problems, began wondering what an “ideal” situation would look like, and this spawned out of it)

The point of this was to, again, create an “ideal” situation for the gang, with potential for all kinds of Shenanigans™ and Drama™ alike while still keeping everyone as close to their canon selves as possible, as a bit of relief from all the angst :’) (I say “ideal situation,” but that doesn’t mean they haven’t still got issues galore. *cough*SUNNEEDSTHERAPY*cough*) (If, on the off chance anyone is inspired by this and/or wants to make something with this setting, please let me know! I’d LOVE to see it! :D)

I call it- One big UnHappy Family!

TL;DR Sun, Moon, Lunar, Earth, KC, Bloodmoon, and Solar Flare are all alive and well and somehow ended up as the world’s most Complicated™ family. Chaos ensues.

As for how they wound up that way? WELL. I’m gonna start rambling now, please bear with me

It starts with Sun shooting Bloodmoon. Sun didn’t fully know if he really wanted to kill Bloodmoon, was fighting internally to come to a decision one way or another and therefor wasn’t actually aiming when a moment of reflex kicked in, and the barrel went off. And he misses. Well... mostly. Bloodmoon takes a decent amount of the shot, and though it doesn’t kill them, they’re left severely damaged. It’s quite a confronting sight for Sun- while in canon there was nothing left of BM for Sun to really understand the weight of what he just did (at first, anyway), here he’s immediately confronted with another animatronic panicking and in pain as their nanomachines desperately try to rebuild them :’) Nothing like a bit of visual trauma to hit home that your actions have consequences, amirite? Moon investigates the barrel shot and sudden screaming (from both BM and Sun) to find... this. He’d probably have several things in mind to say to Sun about shooting BM, but he’d hold off for now. And thus begins one hell of a domino effect.

While fixing Bloodmoon, it becomes apparent the barrel shot corrupted some of their code. Nothing particularly bad, but oddly enough, it seems to have somehow also curbed their bloodlust. The lack of cravings leave the twins disoriented and kinda lost, but it’s also... almost a relief. Lunar takes advantage of this, introducing them to new things to occupy their time, and wow, who knew they could find entertainment in something other than homicide and appalling crimes against humanity? They’re still Bloodmoon, of course, they still have to be held back from killing people, but that’s not all they wanna do anymore. And food! Now that their bloodlust is out of the way food tastes so much better, there’s so many different flavours and textures and they gotta try everything and whoops, they’ve accidentally found themselves on the world’s weirdest redemption arc. (So, uh, thanks for shooting them after all, Sun...? I guess?)

Meanwhile KC, concerned over Bloodmoon’s wellbeing, convinces Moon to let him watch over them during their recovery. As the twins begin discovering new things that satisfy themselves, KC, trying to be Dad™, joins them. He’s never actually participated in anything that doesn’t involve murder, and much of these activities are uninteresting to him, but something about doing it with his sons... it actually... satisfies something in him, too. (None of them are particularly good at finding non-violent hobbies, mind you, but Lunar, Sun and Moon help out. Mostly to keep them occupied. They have no idea what’s going on, but they much prefer whatever the hell this is to evil plotting.) Eventually Moon relaxes a little when he realises KC intends to stay true to their deal, and occasionally switches off while KC’s out rather than watching him like a hawk. This leads to KC exploring on his own and running into Glamrock Freddy. He panics a little and pretends to be Moon. A parallel of their canon talk happens and oh would you look at that, KC’s accidentally Dad-ed his way into a redemption arc of his own! (No dead Bloodmoon means Sun doesn’t McFreaking Lose It, which means Lunar doesn’t move out and get killed, and also means the magic circle isn’t destroyed, which means Moon doesn’t get stuck in his head and get his memories wiped! :D Huzzah!) (Sun is still in desperate need of therapy though)

Eclipse is, of course, rather indignant at this turn of events. He never like the Blood Twins or KC, but seriously? Just like that?! It’s almost insulting. Not to mention it screws up his plan (not that he’d had a chance to flesh out said plan yet anyway). He continues regardless, taking over Solar Flare’s body to... do something. I’ll admit, I haven’t exactly figured out what his new course of action would be. Regardless, he ends up making his own body and ditches Solar Flare without a second thought. Solar Flare, alone and deeply disturbed over having their body hijacked so easily, is at a loss for what to do when they stumble upon Earth! Or more accurately, she stumbles upon them. She comforts them and they go with her to the Daycare. (I also don’t know if Earth would have already joined the DCA crew or if she just shows up fashionably late with Starbucks Solar Flare. Both are funny; either she shows up as a stranger with another stranger like “yes hello I’m your new sister, also I decided to bring this vaguely traumatised stranger along with me, hope you don’t mind :)” or she goes for a walk and comes back with this stranger like “can we keep them? *puppy eyes*”) Thus, Solar Flare joins the family!

Honestly... despite everyone else getting redeemed/joining the family, I think it’s funniest if Eclipse stays a bad guy. Everyone else is learning about themselves and growing as individuals/family, meanwhile Eclipse is over there being a stubborn, petty, lonely bastard and refusing to acknowledge that the reason he is miserable everywhere he goes is because every time he goes somewhere, he is there. Also he creates the conflict needed for further plot to happen. Also also I don’t think he’d take the option of redemption if it was handed to him on a silver platter accompanied by a ten-page essay on why it’s the best choice for everyone, especially him. (But who knows! I guess it is possible, it would just be a lot of work. He’d have to really want to be better and put the work in. Even then, I imagine he’d probably end up going his own way. It’d be for the best after all the trauma he’s inflicted.)

The FUNNIEST pat of all of this is when Glamrock Freddy visits the Daycare to talk to Sun and Moon about something only to see Sun yelling and chasing Bloodmoon, who’s knocking over and destroying EVERYTHING, Lunar running after them playing the Benny Hill theme, Solar Flare robotically restacking the barrels one pile at a time (seemingly oblivious to the fact that Bloodmoon knocks them over again as soon as they turn their back, creating an endless cycle they don’t seem to question), Earth calling out for everyone to please not hurt themselves, and Moon just... sitting there, rubbing his temples. “... Hey Freddy,” Moon says, not looking up. “... What the heck is going on?” “Family bonding.” “Family- where the heck did all these people even come from?!” “It’s a long story.”

If you’ve read all this, thank you so much for hearing me out <3 I’ll admit, most of my thought processes behind this boil down to “I just think it’s neat” and “because I think it’s funny”. This is supposed to be just for fun, after all. Please tell me what you think! There’s SO MUCH more to this, from evolving family dynamics to specific character development and even Monty, this post is all just the basic set-up of how the gang got to where they are. I have SO MANY more thoughts about this setting, it’s a disaster and a half and I’d love to discuss it please give me an excuse to ramble more 

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Michael refuses to be gaslit on “THE BITE OF 83”

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Sitting on the bed, Robin stared at the food sitting on the nightstand but couldn’t bring herself to eat or drink. There was no meat on the plate and yet it still felt unsettling to eat knowing it was prepared in the same kitchen where her captors prepared their meat. Human meat. Other than the fact they could have laced the food or water with poison, possibly antifreeze. Her imagination ran wild with all of the possibilities of what they could have done to it. Instead she laid down on the bed with her eyes glued to the light coming from beneath the door, watching the passing shadows of whomever was on the other side. She had already stepped lightly to check the window that wouldn’t budge open before tiptoeing around the room in search of a weapon. Again, she wasn’t fruitful. Though she had doubted she would be.

Somehow, she had managed to drift off to sleep after everything that happened throughout the day. It wasn't deep nor for long, cold fingers wrapping around her ankle just above the shoe. The touch was enough for her eyes to slowly open in confusion, blinking several times for her vision to come into focus...on a set of eyes at the edge of the bed staring back at her and a large knife being pointed at her. A scream ripped from her as she was pulled suddenly from the bed b her ankle, scrambling to grab at anything within reach but only found blankets. She hit the floor on her back with a hard thump, her attacker standing over her with the knife held above his head and menacing smile on his face. The grip on her ankle was released before a second man moved to stand over her with a cleaver in hand.

The bedroom door slamming into the wall as it was thrown open stole the attention of the men standing over her but her own was on the large butcher knife and cleaver until the sound of Jesse's voice had the weapons being pulled away. Everything happened in a blur between Robin's terrified sobs and Jesse getting in between her and the men with the knives. If the argument wasn't happening in the pathway to the door, she would have made a run for it. Or at least, she hoped she would have. By the time Jed's voice roared from the hallway, she was shaking and on the verge of hyperventilating.

The next thing she knew Jesse was herding her down the stairs, trying to calm her with promises that the twins weren’t going to hurt her and she was safe through her panicked sobs. They were about halfway down the stairs when she realized Jed and the other brothers were still upstairs. A quick glance over her shoulder to confirm it was only Jesse immediately behind her, no one else following. Head snapping forward, she stopped mid-step and placed a hand on the wall to help keep her balance. It was most likely going to be her only chance to get away. A deep breath and Robin looked down at her feet, summoning the courage to follow through. Jesse leaned in close to gently encourage her to keep going, reminding her yet again she was going to be okay.

The sound of her heart pounding filled her ears as the world narrowed down to that exact moment, what she needed to do becoming crystal clear. Robin threw her head back hard right into Jesse’s face, feeling the hands on her shoulders release upon the impact. The hold on her gone with Jesse falling backwards she took off down the stairs to jumping down the last few steps to take off down the hallway. She remembered the way Jesse had led her through the house and she backtracked through it, barely slowing when she reached the door to throw it open.

Out into the cool night air Robin ran, heading towards the barn where she had first been brought and running past it into the woods. She hoped if the psychopaths hadn't already seen her they would think she would have run in the opposite direction of the barn and away from the danger. She didn't look back, charging past the building and into the woods, stepping more carefully in hopes to avoid any more traps. It felt impossible in the dark but she hugged trees and didn't dare step in the obvious spots the moonlight allowed her to see through the canopy.

@alwaysxinxtrouble

Jesse had no idea how long the woman had been in the camouflaged pit. He didn’t have time to check the twins' traps every day and knew they weren't exactly diligent about it either, despite repeated reminders that rotten meat that had been dead for days was no good to anyone. He guessed it was anywhere from a day or two to only a few hours. He’d had to bind her wrists and ankles and gag her to haul her out, but he’d removed the gag once they reached the slaughterhouse.

Nobody was going to hear her from in there, and he liked having someone to talk to while he worked, even if the conversations could be sort of one-sided. She didn't seem reassured by his promises that he would kill her so quickly she wouldn't even feel it, or that it was lucky he'd found her before the twins did. They liked to play with their food, no matter how many times Abram raged at them that fear and pain affected the flavor. Conversations could be sort of one-sided with them too. Their listening skills were highly selective.

Blood dripped from the edge of a sharp knife while he carved up meat at the counter. He wasn't trying to scare her more, but it was possible he didn't realize what a frightening scene that was. He was waiting for one of his brothers to get home to help with her. Contrary to popular horror movie myth, it was difficult to single-handedly butcher and preserve the meat from anything larger than a pig. Not impossible, but they didn't like to waste anything. The whole process would be smoother with another set of hands. Though Jesse had a tendency to run his mouth, that was not a detail he'd shared with his captive.

He didn’t look up from what he was doing at the sound of the sliding door, assuming it was one of the twins come to check on their haul, until Jed's voice snapped through the space. He had that oldest brother talent of commanding instant attention and making him feel vaguely guilty, even when he hadn't done anything wrong. Or maybe it was just that he was already shouting.

"What the hell are you doing? Jesse, what the fuck."

Jed was staring at Robin, bound on the floor, filthy and crying and looking like she'd just been pulled out of a pit, which, he realized with a sinking feeling, was probably exactly what had happened. He knew the twins had traps set up all over the property, and none of the locals ever made noise about the occasional missing hiker. But this was bad. This was bad. Robin wasn't just some random hiker. Locals were off limits. They never killed people they knew, and he’d already been seen in town with her on multiple dates. They couldn't just kill her, as Jesse had clearly been planning to do.

But they couldn't just let her go either. It was plain at a glance that she'd already seen and heard too much. Jesse never did know how to shut his goddamn mouth.

"Fuck!" He was still yelling, his younger brother's voice competing with his.

"What are you talking about? She was in the trap!"

"That's Robin! That's the girl I'm going out with! Goddamnit, Jesse!" He shoved him hard, heedless of the knife in his hand. It was no threat to him. The Ashworth brothers might infight from time to time, but they always stopped short of actually hurting each other.

"Well what the fuck, Jed! How was I supposed to know?"

Jed ignored him, moving almost on autopilot to Robin. He knelt by her, reaching to loosen the restraints on her wrists. He didn’t like seeing her like that, helpless and terrified. It was still relatively new between them, but he’d liked her. More than he’d liked anyone in a long time. And they would probably have to kill her now. Robin would die for nothing, and her disappearance would bring unwanted attention to the family. Shit.

[tubbytarchia]

shut up I'm on my drawing kisses arc

[sweetmapple]

Mostly Hiring manager, but HR manager and PR manager too

[kevjeanyves]

i just got here (and by that i mean i binged the whole show while studying for finals between november and december), but buddie can’t NOT go canon. not at this point. not with everything they’ve set up

bucks canonically bisexual. that’s a massive key component. the queerBAIT is now lying entirely on eddie’s shoulders. and in terms of bucks storyline, the horrible guy he dated was given a barebones personality…that resembles eddie (military, likes sports, had a serious relationship with a woman). almost every trait they gave That Guy resembles eddie (except eddie isn’t racist). they did that on purpose. buck, bothered, bewildered, bisexual or whatever it’s called was so centred on bucks relationship with eddie

plus the whole confessions “i’m not your last” moment, only for the LAST shot of that episode to be buck and eddie sitting side by side. confessions as a whole is such insane proof of impending buddie canon too…the whole focus on eddie finding joy, on eddie’s catholic guilt and guilt in general, on eddie not wanting to See himself both figuratively and literally because he’s scared of what he’ll find…josh’s speech applying to eddie but making no sense regarding that Other Guy (the glee thing made no sense regardless)

and THAT focus is so obviously pointing towards eddie being gay. eddie’s entire everything has always pointed towards him being gay, i can’t lie, but it’s getting so much more obvious. they’ve reached a point where nothing about eddie’s personal arc or journey makes any fucking sense UNLESS he’s gay, and every storyline is making it more obvious that they’ve realized it

his catholic guilt being brought up. not wanting to be intimate with a woman who represents god in his mind. sex, god, and shame all coming together in that episode, AND bobby bringing up that eddie does this thing in relationships where he makes excuses instead of examining how he really feels towards them…now im sure bobby doesn’t know eddie’s gay, but it invites the audience and eddie to examine his past behaviour towards female romantic partners. and every single thing about that priest/juice scene in confessions. catholicism guilt tied into sexuality again (“uh…n-no offence…i-im straight” to a priest like cmon)

and speaking of past relationships, eddie’s grief is at the forefront of his storyline too now. his main most pressing storyline being chris’s running away. eddie’s grief and complicated emotions towards shannon have always been something he struggles with, and in s7 we learn that chris has complicated feelings around his mom too. and at the end of s7…well. what a stupid fucking storyline, but grief is the driving force of the chasm between eddie and chris. this addresses the most important romantic relationship eddie had with a woman (obviously shannon), and hopefully the relationship he has with his son, and both of those people are excuses eddie might be making in his own head to justify not even questioning his sexuality. eddie and shannon had chris when they were teenagers, eddie’s been a dad literally his entire adult life. does he know he can be gay if he’s been married? if he has a kid? does he know he’s allowed to even question his own sexuality? it’s probably what michael felt, but more complicated

AND michael stayed with athena thinking she could “fix” him. eddie said in s7 that he thinks he’s broken and can’t be fixed, to a woman he’d been unadvisedly pursuing, a woman who looked just like his own wife…

then, the “you think being a cheerleader makes your son weak?” storyline. cheerleading is seen as feminine and there are a lot of stereotypes about male cheerleaders and feminine men. both cheerleading and being gay are seen as feminine. the cheerleader called eddie “dad” and hen pointed out to chim that it his emergency is difficult for eddie because he misses his own kid AND the conversation with the cheerleaders dad where he relates it to his own current situation, which connects the storyline to eddie and chris. but the “you think [stereotypically feminine thing] makes your son weak?” brings eddie and ramon to mind. because eddie was raised to be hypermasculine and Not Weak, never weak. what would ramon think if eddie comes out as gay?

and, finally, the focus on eddie finding joy. on eddie doing any introspection at all. on eddie Seeing himself and understanding himself and being kinder to himself. on eddie realizing he deserves to be happy. on eddie realizing he doesn’t have to hide behind his (ridiculously adorable) moustache, that he doesn’t have to hide who he is

s7 was for bi buck. s8 is for gay eddie AND likely for buddie. eddie’s currently trying to see Himself and make amends with his past (and because that went badly, making amends with chris…the child he sorta partially legally gave to buck, in a way…). buck’s trying to not lose hope over the future, wondering who’ll be the last to love him (or wondering if he’s loveable at all). eddie’s true self AND bucks endgame are called into question at the same time…now maybe i just got here But

[musebluebird]

They spent the whole night talking it out. Not that she hadn't opened her heart to him or something like that but she was sure she didn't have to either. The sun couldn't be covered with a hand and Irvin wasn't an idiot either. Addison had been honest about Aiden and Phoebe's wedding, that she doubted she would have even gotten an invitation to if she weren't married to Irvin in the first place. She made sure to make it clear that her half siblings weren't her biggest fans either. And Mrs. Carter? She hated Addison to the core ever since her father had brought his lover's daughter into her house decades ago. Those weren't things that could be fixed but she believed Irvin deserved a fair warning that his wife's family relationships were shit.

They briefly discussed moving arrangements, Addison would have her own room and they could both live their own lives indoors while pretending to the outside world that they were a solid young couple who were in love with each other. Irvin had accepted Bailey so that was a victory in itself for Addison. She also told him the story behind her dog's name. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Bailey was a stray dog ​​that Addison took in after she tried to steal her lunch, the owner of the cafe had told Addison that Bailey lived on the streets after her owners abandoned her after a move. The dog had fur the same color as Addison's favorite drink at the time. In her college years, Bailey's liquor had been her favorite. That was how she got the name.

Addison found last night that she actually liked him. He made her laugh. A lot actually. As simply as that. It was a good thing but a dangerous one at the same time. Addison could see herself actually falling in love with a guy that was funny and could make her laugh. That was a problem. No feelings mode was better. She had learned that getting attached to things or people usually ended very badly for her. People left sooner or later and her abandonment issues were already too fucked up to take another hit.

She hadn't closed a fucking eye all night thinking about the whole thing and all the changes that Addison was inevitably going to have to adapt to in the new normal of their marriage. She almost sat in her place when she heard Irvin speak, she wasn't even paying attention.

"Could be worse" She shrugged without looking at him. Ok maybe that was a bit rude. Not her best moment. So she lifted her head and gave him a small smile "Hope you had a nice sleep tho" Breakfast was ready, the cook and housekeeper had left everything ready for her and the guest. It was strange to think of her husband as a guest. "Bailey is a bit anxious almost like she knew something is up," she commented, taking a sip of her coffee. Look at her trying to make small talk.

He heard Addison's tone, and was not too surprised by the comment. Irvin was semi-familiar with her family, being Aiden's friend and all. Though, his curiosity towards her family and their dynamics increased and were now coupled with the fact that his friend was about to marry his only sister. He did know she was not close with the other siblings, evidenced by her physical distance from them. But, also from any time he asked Aiden about her. Odd attempts to get to know the woman he's been married to for the last five years. "Well, I won't judge if you cry or not. I know all about complicated parental relationships. If there's anything I should know before we see your entire family at the wedding, well - you let me know."

Well, at least he could make her laugh. That was a win for Irvin. Their time together would not be all that miserable. "Okay, true true. I hate to break it to you, but no I don't have a secret bachelorette party planned on the way back. But, I mean, if you really wanted to?" He trailed off knowing that now they were edging on ridiculous and delusional. Something scandalous as a bachelorette party in Vegas would not fly, or who knows? He'd been playfully researching one for his sister, something fun but secret so there were no scandals or rumors. "You could join Pheebs' party, I'm sure she wouldn't mind." Irvin nodded as she agreed to let him stay the night. It was easier to stay than to make the long drive back into the town for the hotel that was booked. "Thanks, appreciate avoiding the drive back to town, especially if we have this long conversation pending."

One more thing? Irvin braced himself for impact. What was she gong to hit him with? "Okay what is it?" Whatever it was, Addison seemed pretty determined to make her point. Oh. There it was. His brows furrowed, slightly confused. A dog? It had seemed so serious just moments ago that the dog request seemed random. "Uh, no untreated allergies here. I wouldn't mind if you bring him along, seems like a shitty thing - to ask you to leave your dog behind. Bailey? How'd she get her name?"

With a swift movement, he pulled his phone out and sent a quick text to the driver, requesting that his luggage was unloaded and updated that they’d be staying tonight. “Agree. It’ll be best for us to have this all sorted out if before we return. If we return being on the same page, it’ll probably be better received. We can spend the day tomorrow doing that, take the last flight back to the US. As far as housing goes, my place does have extra rooms, but I suppose we can look for something else if it’s not to your liking.” He hadn’t really considered, the changes that he’d be making in his life now.

The next morning was quiet, and looking out to the bright area, he could see why this was a preferred spot of hers. Quiet, calm, and away from the chaos. And, now here he was dragging her away from all of it. Not that he wanted to, but duty called and he suspected Addison knew that too. After a quick shower, he made his way downstairs to find breakfast.

“Morning, how’d you sleep?”

[egophiliac]

Okay so I've been wanting to tell you that you're literally my favourite twst artist 😭🩷

So my question is, how do you manage to come up with these funny comics? CUZ I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

(P.s: Lovin' the art style ✨)

oh geeze, thanks! 💚💚💚 I'm really glad people enjoy my stupid sense of humor; mostly I just draw things to make myself laugh, and if it makes other people laugh too, then bonus points! usually it's just one joke or mental image that gets stuck in my head (every time I saw Fellow spin his cane, all I could think about was him go-go-gadgeting away on it...) and in my quest to justify it, it picks up other jokes and bits along the way and usually doesn't even end up as the main focus anymore. entire narrative arcs have spun out just so I could use a single bad pun in a throwaway line. this is a terrible way to explain it but I'm not sure how else to put it into words!

and sometimes it's just "weird things my sister has said that I make fun of her for"

[pngheavy]

[treycloverfield]

*Griffin McElroy voice* What’s up everybody i think treyvil shippers should vote

[betweenmuses]

"I like taking care of everyone," Renan shrugged, knowing that it sounded lame but he was a people pleaser. He was the type that couldn't bare to see someone suffering, and considering the amount of money he had, if he could make someone's day brighter by doing something for them, what would the harm in that be? For every person out there trying to bring others down, he was that person that would try to lift them up, and although he gave that same respect to everyone, those he cared about definitely received it tenfold.

The question had caught him off-guard considering they were still docked and he hadn't expected the heavy hitting questions until further into their voyage. Still, Renan could only smile as he shook his head, "if you think my answer would be only what I expect you want to hear, then you still don't truly know me well enough." Renan would never lie about what he'd do to take care of someone, or even embellish the truth to give others what they want to hear. He was the epitome of a nice guy, through and through, and honesty was his best policy. "Sure you want to get into this now?" He asked, though if the question was posed, he might as well answer it.

"I'd of course offer to pay for you living arrangements and lifestyle if it'd get you out of your current situation, but then again, if you truly enjoy what you do and would want to continue it, I would take care of you by being there when your shift is over, any frustrations that you have could be taken out on me, you could vent, i'd be your sounding board, if a client became too physical I would wipe away your tears, clean you up, provide the proper after care because I know you wouldn't be getting it there. I'd simply lift you up, put you on a pedestal, and make sure you knew how much you were loved." It may have sounded corny but taking care of someone meant making them feel like they were the most important person in his world.

"They help," of course his good looks and money have people lining up around the block for a piece of him. "I've come to realize more often than not they're inviting the wrong kind of people into my life though. People who just want sex and money but no other attachment, which I guess is why I chase after you so hard, because I feel there's something more there, even if you're not up to admitting it. Perhaps the feeling is one sided and not mutual, that's understandable, but it's something that I can't ignore," he shrugged, eventually he'd come to his senses and stop chasing the other if he truly didn't want to be caught.

Again, such a hard hitting question and they hadn't even been away from the docks, but Renan never left a question unanswered. "I don't know," he knew it wasn't the best answer he could give him, but it at least was an honest one. "It wouldn't come down to jealousy if I knew you were as invested as I was. I would trust you," he shrugged, it certainly was hard to answer this question entirely. "But that doesn't mean that I wouldn't worry about you," he sighed, "because I know how people can be, your safety would be the driving factor of my fear. I'd trust you explicitly, once you had my heart, but i'd still worry about you every time you went to work, and that's where i'd have the hardest time."

"...You really do enjoy taking care of me, don't you?" Casey found himself humming a little. He knew it mostly came from a good place but he wondered if part of it was also a way for Renan to stake some kind of claim on Casey. After all if he was the one always taking care of him, providing for him...then Casey would be his in a way he wasn't with anyone else. "Well then, why don't you tell me exactly what you think of when you talk about taking care of me" He said - deciding to just go there rather than just letting it go. "And not just what you think I want to hear or is easy to say. All of it."

"Oh no denying you then eh? Bossy" He smirked and poked him in the chest for good measure. Hands leaning behind him against the kitchen counter and just watching as he admitted to not needing to chase so much. "I imagine your good looks and money is enough to have guys falling over you left and right, hm?" He pointed out before his smile softened and he sighed a little. "Renan, you know the whole giving you a chance thing is..." He trailed off before meeting his gaze.

"You know my work, could you even begin to stand the idea of me in those scenarios with other men? You think your jealousy could handle it?" He decided to just come right out and ask. No more dancing around the topic.

[limeshade]

What’s the matter with them? Why are they acting that way? Why, don’t you know? They’re “twitterpated.” Twitterpated? Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example—

BAMBI (1942) Directed by David D. Hand et al. Written by Perce Pearce, Larry Morey et al.

[gailynovelry]

I don’t like getting intense over petty things, but why are people calling large paragraphs “bad formatting” now. It’s just formatting. Sometimes, a larger paragraph serves its text well, and sometimes it doesn’t, and there is a LOT more that goes into making a text block readable than length alone.

Please please please fucking please stop inventing all-encompassing arbitrary rules about what features define “good” art and “bad” art.

[oleryn]

dan and phil have proven themselves to be fans of freakish gay arthaus horror movie stuff with their dnpc universe and whatever the hell dan was on when he wrote The Urge so in my head ive created this fake short horror film starring them wherein phil dies and his body is possessed by this creature that retains all of phil’s memories and simply wants to live as him normally but dan knows he’s a fake and HE knows he’s a fake and so dan is stuck in this emotional saw trap incapable of telling anyone without sounding insane and forced to grapple with the grief of phil’s death while 99% of phil is standing right in front of him BUT his only other option is to force the creature out of phil’s body and thereby live the rest of his life alone with none of phil at all so eventually he just gives in and lives with this fake phil and no one knows but him. a soul is small dan. very very small.