#stop taunting me

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

I HATE everyone shooting off random 4th of july fireworks around my house. It's not even because I'm noise sensitive, or because everyone around here has animals (though those are true and valid points) IT'S BECAUSE I CAN'T SEE THE GOSHDARNED FIREWORKS BECAUSE OF ALL THE TREES

[burnt-cheese-toastie]

MY BOYFRIEND LET ME BORROW THEIR PHONE SO I CAN GET POKEMON EX

BUT THERES NOT ENOUGH SPACE AND ITS LIKE- IT KEEPS OPENING TO INGO AND EMMETT GREETING EM TO THE GAME AND IM JUST

LET ME INNN

[beevean]

Actually if anything the worst part about Netflixvania is the fact that it’s unfortunately a billion times more popular than the games so you constantly see really cool, unbelievably amazing, downright gorgeous, all natural, no added preservatives fanart… For Netflixvania and you just stare at it like >:[ because it’s so fucking good why did it have to be fore the show?! And then you can’t even FIND Castlevania fanart because it’s less popular and whatever is out there it’s buried under a hundred other Netflixvania fanarts

I knowwwwwwwwwwww

Nothing worse than playing "spot the differences" with fanart I find splendid 😭

"Oh look at this Alucard, look how luscious his hair is, how ethereal he looks! ... does he have the stupid scar GODDAMNIT he has the stupid scar that's not my Alucard shoo shoo you imposter"

"Yay, Hector! Some good fanart of Hector! ... does the hair look like a badly cropped wig YEP IT DOES oh wait the fanartist also called him a sad little puppy yeah no get this shit away from me"

I suppose that now I'll have to learn how to do the same with Richter and Maria :\ eh with maria it's easier: does she look like someone who'd call richter a wanker? yeah that's not my girl

And then there are just the absolutely wonderful fanarts with the characters who are more obviously from the show, like detailed gothic art of Trevor vs. Dracula, or loving studies of Isaac, and then there you are, digging through literally 10 year old trash to find some quick sketches taken from Pixiv if you want to find fanart of the games.

the pain. it is immense.

(and then there are the horny fanart of Lenore and Drolta on main who give me another kind of psychic damage 🙃)

[clannfearrunt]

I would fucking love to but I’m at work

[universalvibes]

[stupiterjupiter]

[eyeballs-in-my-head]

The gang is playing Overcooked 2

The speech might be hard to read in the correct order, so I numbered them!

I was having a reeeaaally hard time deciding whether I should post shadowpeach as my first post, but...

I thought, naaaah that can wait ( ≖⩊≖ )

BONUS:

[justaz]

im a slut for post magic reveal arthur (& knights) thinking merlin has like. a smidge of magic. like he can get stains out of clothes or warm food and baths but OBVIOUSLY merlin can’t fight. that’s ridiculous. merlin doesn’t correct this notion for whatever reason - perhaps it’s best that people think that so when they’re all in danger, he isn’t registered as a threat so he can protect his silly lil guys. ofc his silly lil guys realize that they were wrong bc the bad guys get a lil too close to hurting arthur and merlin is like “nope! fights over!!” and annihilates them

[lightbulb-warning]

shit man he's downright POSTITNOTE'D

[phoenixmetaphor]

Oct 1 - Creamtober 2023 - wolf in sheep’s clothing

[faunandfloraas]

Unfortunately, they do get me down the T

[dailysquiddo]

come on now ash, you know what my face looks like! what do you mean you can’t remember anymore? friends don’t forget their friends’ faces, silly!

[valeriianz]

I've had this Dreaming The Proposal AU sitting in my drafts for a while. Then @voukkake comes out with this art and I figured it was time to brush off the dust and share what I'd written lol. This is seriously all I'm going to write so if anyone is interested I'm begging you to pick this up. I'm dying to read Dream awkwardly interacting with Hob's family (also @valiantstarlights suggestion that Betty White is Destiny?? ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT). Anyway...

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Dream is about to be deported because his visa application has been denied. He is in the middle of a meeting with his lawyers when Hob, his secretary, pops in the room to inform Dream of a very important phone call and Dream comes up with the insane plan to marry Hob to keep his immigration status.

He gestures for Hob to come over and Hob, clueless, wanders into the room and stands next to Dream, who takes him by the arm and tugs him just a little bit further to stand awkwardly close.

Dream announces their engagement and Hob stands there, shell shocked and feels his mouth moving against his will. That yeah, they are getting married. They are in love, sure. It isn’t until they leave the office, following Dream back to his, that Hob’s brain seems to come back online.

“What just happened in there?”

Dream grouses, head down, already back to his work as if nothing happened. Like he didn’t just use Hob as a pawn in his scheme to get around his denied visa application.

“They were going to make Morningstar editor-in-chief.” Is all Dream says, disdain dripping from every word. He still hasn’t looked up.

Hob stands there, still as a statue. His head is swimming with words, with emotions. Anger, disbelief, betrayal… and a small tiny flicker of undeniable interest that he hastily stomps out.

He manages to put the pieces together rather quickly though, while Dream continues sifting through paperwork.

“This is illegal,” Hob manages to croak out, brows furrowing. 

“Oh, please. The government looks for terrorists, not book publishers.” Dream’s head is still down in his paperwork.

Hob blinks, taking a step up to Dream’s desk. “I'm not marrying you.”

“Sure you are.” Dream sets aside a stack of papers and finally gives Hob his attention. “Because if you don't, your dreams of ‘touching millions of lives with the written word’ are dead.” 

Hob’s jaw drops. That was a line, corny as it was, that he’d used in the panel interview for this job. Three years ago.

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“Were you not in that room? I could get fined, I’ll go to jail over this. If you want me on this deal, you will promote me to editor.”

Without even glancing up from his phone, Dream scoffs.

“Absolutely not.”

“Well then I guess you’re screwed. Buh-bye.” Hob turns with a flourish and has to bite back a grin at how Dream splutters behind him and grabs him by the arm.

“Fine– fine! Editor.” His face seems to go through the five stages of grief. He drops his hold on Hob.

“And You’ll publish my manuscript.” Hob throws in. In for a penny.

Dream’s brows narrow and he shakes as if he’s physically controlling the urge to stamp his foot.

“Sure. I’ll publish your hack manuscript.”

“Good.” Hob slips his hands in his pants pockets, staring at Dream, deciding on one last nail in the coffin.

“Now do it properly.”

Dream cocks an eyebrow. “Do what properly?”

“Propose. Like you mean it.”

Dream’s entire body seizes up, but he manages not to let it show, distracting himself by slipping his phone in the pocket of his expensive slacks and clasping his hands in front of him.

“Will you marry me?”

“No.” Hob, the arrogant bastard, is visibly biting back a smirk. “Say it like you mean it.”

Dream takes a long, steadying breath through his nose.

“Hob Gadling. Will you–”

“And get on your knees.”

Dream absolutely refuses to decipher the thrill that shoots through his body at Hob’s command. Instead he keeps his mask of irritation and indifference on as he scans the crowd around them. They are still outside the courthouse, and the concrete sidewalk is going to potentially tear Dream’s Hugo Boss black wool pants.

So he carefully lowers himself, scowling as the smirk on Hob’s face only widens as Dream slowly settles onto the ground.

Once he’s as comfortable as Dream’s going to get, he clears his throat.

“Hob Gadling,” he glares at his subordinate from under his lashes. “Will you fucking marry me?”

Hob curls his lips in mock consideration, looking up past Dream’s head. He rocks back on his heels and nods with a forlorn sigh.

“Okay.” He still hasn’t met Dream’s gaze. “Could've done without the sarcasm but it will do. See you at the airport tomorrow.” 

And turns and walks away, leaving Dream to fend for himself on the ground.

[triglycercule]

horror having crazy irrational thoughts about food,,,,, like bro thinks there's poison in the cupcakes. someone snuck razor blades into the bread and once he takes a bit it'll cut him up. somehow there's mold growing inside the bananas and when he eats it the mold colony is gonna start growing on HIM and then he'll become a moldy skeleton and oh god and oh god and he is paranoid but hes so hungry.... BUT WHAY ABOUT BUGS IN THR FOOD,,,, BUT HES HUNGRY.... a struggle it truly is

probably doesnt help that dust and killer could feed into it. killer could make off hand remarks on how he snuck razor blades into the meat horror's attempting to eat (to fuck around with horror. just some eeeever so slight psychological anguish. and also because killer would just be the type of casually carry those around. what for you may ask well decide for yourself) and then immediately horror's mood drops and he storms out of the dining room. dust and horror go on a sweet little picnic in a beautiful field and its all beautiful and inconspicuous but dust made the food and horror knows that look in his eyes. horror knows dust was muttering something about chemicals a day or 2 ago. the food is poisoned isnt it??? and dust just smiles and motions for horror to eat it

[okaydiscount]

I NEED THIS SO BADLY

PLEASE

VALVE

I NEED IT

[thiagodasilva]

can we stop using what Vini Jr is going through as a way to say “get him to the premier league!”? you’ve gotta be fucking kidding. the racism in Spain is similar to the racism in England, in Germany, in Italy, across Europe. The racism POC athletes experience is a global issue, and has been for a long, long time. no one is free of it.

We can criticize what La Liga is doing without trying to make it some sort of competition between leagues, it’s childish and demeaning to the bigger issue at hand. It’s not about “my favorite league is better than yours” or “come to my club, it won’t happen here.” fucking grow up.