#t: Mason

[harrykane-hf]

Harry: Sorry I haven't messaged you for a while. Its been an odd couple of days. How are you doing? Training?

[bellstrom]

busy -Mason

BENNY: you're not supposed to pull anything out of your eye if something stabbed it or something right? [ an hour later ] BENNY: whoa my bad it got swamped at the shop BENNY: some idiot pulled out a pencil from their eye and you can guess what happened [ 20 minutes later ] BENNY: SORRY i had to take care of something BENNY: i thought the video i was watching was real... BENNY: it was fake :/

[arttsuka]

Perhaps Bill Cipher annoying Stanley or another member of the Pines family. (Or if you feel up to multiple, everyone e within the Pines family. Only if you want to though)

Have you ever seen that one handyman Bill au

[garethsouthgate-hf]

( Text ) : Happy Birthday Gaffer! Celebrate well!

(Text): Thank you. Seen as I am in London, my children came down to spend the day with me.

[menheim]

𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗪𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 😩🥵

[bluestranger]

one minute in and this is already my favorite silent hill game yet

[homecoming]

deaf west's american idiot, photographed by jeff lorch.

[deviousdeliciousness]

Jarred Pt. 2

Due to popular demand, this now has multiple parts!!

Previous: Pt. 1

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Jack made himself wait thirty seconds, biting his lip in anticipation as he tapped his foot against the ground. Honestly, his spark of anger at Tee had more or less died as quickly as it'd come, settling into a familiar level of annoyance, but he'd kept the act up anyways so he could rightfully get back at the tiny for the unwarranted jab.

Still, now, he couldn't help the feeling of a sort of almost... curl of something that seemed to settle heavier in his stomach as each second ticked by.

Tee's face right before Jack had closed the cupboard...

Jack swallowed, shaking his head and the thought away. The notion refused to settle, though, the image of Tee's panicked face swimming back to the forefront of his mind.

Jack almost thought he'd seen... a tear, going down the tiny's cheek, but it had to have been a trick of the light - a distortion of the jar. There was no way Tee would cry over something like this.

The more Jack thought about it, the more convinced he was, and his victorious anticipation bolstered from where it'd hesitantly fallen to the wayside.

Yeah, Tee was a stubborn little guy - had the personality of a mule and the attitude of someone, well, someone twenty times his size.

There was no way the tiny was genuinely as panicked as he'd seemed over being put in time-out.

Still, it would be actually mean to keep him in there for much longer.

That in mind, Jack grabbed back onto the cupboard's handle and swung it open again, smugly teasing with an already growing smirk, "Well? You learned your lesson?"

His smirk withered and died off his lips as he looked down at Tee in the jar.

His heartbeat began to pound against his chest even as everything seemed to grow muted in his ears. "... Tee?" he called softly, slowly reaching for the jar.

The tiny was curled up at the bottom of the glass, tucked into a ball with his face pressed against his knees as he laid limply on his side.

A suddenly desperate, screaming part of Jack reasoned that Tee was just playing a trick on him. That he was trying to get one over on Jack in revenge. That the tiny couldn't really be passed out, trapped in the bottom of a sealed jar after being forced inside of it and shoved into a dusty old cupboard.

Jack's stomach sank, and he couldn't stop the faint shake to his hand as he reached forward to carefully take hold of the jar.

Tee didn't even twitch from his prone position, not even when Jack lifted the jar - the cage (and oh, how the comparison had nausea crawling up his throat) - and slowly carried it over to the table nearby, ever so gently placing it on the surface before slumping into the seat before it.

With rote motions, Jack untwisted the lid of the jar, grimacing as the noise grated against his ears and setting the top to the side.

Still, Tee didn't show any sign of consciousness, limp as a doll.

Jack would have worried if he was even alive if not for the barely visible rise and falls of his little chest.

"Tee," he whisper-called, quietly trying to rouse his friend.

Not even a twitch.

Jack licked his lips and swallowed, trying again. "Tee."

Nothing.

Jack squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his hands together hard enough that his nails dug into his knuckles, whitening them.

Think, he told himself. Think. Tee wasn't waking up, and Jack had no way of knowing why.

Of course, the most obvious - and likely - cause glared accusingly at him, stabbing viciously at his chest.

Every one of Tee's actions leading up to this moment seemed to flash across Jack's eyes on replay, freed of any filters the giant had so easily let himself use to distort the tiny's behavior into a lens he felt comfortable with.

No longer did Tee's struggles to get away from his hand seem playful or exaggerated. No longer did Tee's shout seem like he was just playing along. No longer did Tee's fear seem anything but genuine and horrifying and sickening in its truth.

Because Jack had done that. Jack had scared his friend - terrified him - even before he'd forced the tiny into a jar he wouldn't be able to escape from. Hell, Jack had sealed him in.

For all Tee knew, Jack could've been planning on keeping the tiny in there indefinitely, leaving it up to chance whether Tee suffocated to death or not all alone in a cold, glass prison in the dark.

Jack pressed his palm tight against the mouth, swallowing back the sudden surge of bile that crawled up his throat.

He couldn't even protest his own accusations. He couldn't even reason that of course Tee should've known that Jack would never do something like that to him.

How could Jack reason such a thing after having so blatantly ignored the tiny's absolute terror to that point and on?

"Fuck," he whispered, scrubbing his hand up harshly through his hair and tugging painfully at the strands. God, he must've looked like a monster to Tee.

He'd acted like one.

Of course Tee had passed out in the face of everything, if only from the stress alone. Had he hyperventilated in those cruel, long moments Jack had so one-sidedly decided to keep the tiny locked away and alone for? Had the shock and terror of a giant so completely taking control of his actions sent him out like a light?

The only other reason Jack could think of for why Tee was unconscious was that something was physically wrong (physically wrong too, because there was no argument Jack could make that he hadn't mentally affected his friend - that he'd in all likeliness traumatized him with his callous, careless actions).

The thought that Tee might also be physically hurt had another sickening jolt of dread racing down Jack's spine, a feeling that did nothing to mitigate the lead stone of guilt that'd long since sunk into the pit of his stomach and instead worsened it.

What if Tee really was hurt?

What if Jack had been rougher than he'd realized, and the tiny had gotten his head knocked against the glass? What if the blow had eventually made the tiny pass out, or given him a concussion, or worse?

"Shit," Jack hissed under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut and barely restraining from burying his face in his hands. He took a deep breath and leaned in closer to the jar Tee was still stuck in the bottom of, ignoring the sick feeling seeing it now brought him, to take a closer look at the tiny.

He didn't - Tee didn't look hurt, but that was hardly saying much. The tiny's face was hidden by his knees, and his full, dark hair would hide any potential bumps or even small lesions against his scalp.

Jack swallowed heavily, a thick thread of unease winding through him. With Tee not waking up, he would have to take the tiny out of the jar himself to check him over.

He didn't want to.

He didn't want to be anywhere close to the tiny anymore.

He didn't deserve to be, not after what he'd done.

The thought of touching Tee (frail, so frail, so small, slight, defenseless against Jack except for in words, and even those had done nothing to stop the giant this time, to keep the tiny safe, respected, unfearing-) right now (at all, anytime soon, ever), of feeling the tiny's limp form in his palm (his fault, Jack's fault, all his fault)...

Jack's chest felt like it was compressing in on him, but he breathed around the strain, shakily bringing his hand to the opening of the jar. This wasn't for his sake. His feelings didn't matter in this.

What mattered was that Tee was unconscious, and Jack would be even worse of a person than he already was if he didn't at least ensure that the tiny was physically alright.

It was unlikely that knocking against the jar would've left more than a bump if it happened (which was already bad enough), but there was a small chance that the skin on Tee's scalp could've split open upon contact. And everyone knew that head wounds tended to bleed.

Jack's desire to get away and leave Tee to wake up on his own (with the jar carefully tilted to the side so he could leave and not be trapped or worry about a monstrous, horrible giant keeping him there-) was even crueler selfishness if it meant risking leaving the tiny to bleed out concussed and alone in a cold glass jar.

So Jack swallowed his nerves and finally squeezed his hand into the thankfully wide opening to the jar, his fingers twitching and flaring wide so that he would be able to carefully lift the tiny free, not unlike the hooks of a claw machine.

In the same moment, Tee bolted upright with a heaving gasp, and they both froze as they took each other in - Jack, looking at Tee's whole form, Tee, staring up at Jack's twitching, giant hand looming above him.

A fraction of a second later, Tee was slamming his back against the glass, crouching as low as he could and throwing up his trembling arms as if to ward off Jack's encroaching hand, and a horrible, sickeningly heart-rending scream that would undoubtedly haunt Jack's nightmares tore free from the tiny's throat.

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.... teehee :333

So~~ at least Jack wasn't at all malicious, right ;D poor sods, the both of them

Cliffhanger who? :DDDD

[captainsavre]

Go home. Go be with your wife and your baby. That's an order. Marina and Liam || Station 19 - 7.03 'True Colors'

[mouzeinsoup]

Headcanon: Collin has a pet wolf spider (they're cute up close)

bAm!! canoned!! (spider warning)

idk how tinies do it

if I saw a spider the size of a person I would rUN FOR THE HILLS

tune in next week for more spider parenting tips

jkjk ...unless....,,,,

[themarvelproject]

Alpha Flight by John Byrne in piece drawn for a Marvel t-shirt (1984) remastered with digital colors by Thomas Mason (2024)

[harrykane-hf]

📱Text: Mason ⚽

Harry: Hey. Sorry I have been a bit quiet lately. How are you doing?

[pain-is-too-tired]

Borrower au memes

Cause I like be silly ✨️ they're so Chaotic i love them.

[roxannepolice]

Speaking of the Master or thoschei and 70-80s rock, I again have to make it clear just how freaking much Pink Floyd's Wish you were here album fits these two freaks. Like, The Wall, the story of a sensitive man turning into a fascist leader because the safest place you can be is behind your wall, that's the Master's ultimate album. But Wish you were here? with its sorrow and longing for a connection in a lonely crowd, inspired by the friend you watched collapsing into madness while you chose your own path? That's just too insanely freaking fitting. Like, fuck's sake, tell me this is not the summary of everything the Doctor tries to tell the Master:

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun (You could be so much more. You could be beautiful). Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky (fuck's sake RTD you could have given the Master ANY scary sounding toy but you went with BLACK HOLE CONVERTER, as, in the largest stars collapsing in on their own gravity and creating goddamns rifts in time and space that we just figured out must be there even if they mean God is indeed playing dice). Shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, Blown on the steel breeze. [...]

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon. Shine on you crazy diamond. Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light. Shine on you crazy diamond.

Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, Rode on the steel breeze. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine! [...]

And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph (remember the Axons? And the Daleks!), sail on the steel breeze. Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine

and on the other hand,

And did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? (tell me this isn't what the Master did when he ran away from the time war and instead tried to create the new Time Lord empire

How I wish, how I wish you were here. We’re just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.

Here's the full album on YouTube and also for your gazing pleasures two men shaking hands while one of them is freaking on fire

[nonalcoholicbeer]

«such different roles»

[deaconcheese1998]

There's more but I just left it at that lol

The squanklys