#the brainrot has taken over

[norvyarts]

"Everything will be ok, as long as you're one of my students, i'll protect you with all my power. So you don't have anything to worry about. Not a thing..."

[norupo]

Minthara Baenre - Baldur's Gate 3

[kandidandi]

@oobbbear pspspsps 👀👀👀

[allthefakepeople]

ok

more thoughts

i originally thought the order of events of s3 was going to be the blacklight party, which would lead to the hallway scene, which would then lead to the lake scene the next day and that lake scene would be the last scene

HOWEVER

based on what i've seen from some other people and after re-watching the trailer about 10 times

here's my prediction for the last few episodes:

this music room fight is ep 4 or ep 5, leading to the tension leading up to the blacklight party

at first we get partyboy wille

but then when he sees simon, he's brought back down to earth, while simon is just worried about whatever had gone down between them

maybe wille tries to leave and simon follows him and it's then that he asks if they can forget everything that has happened for the night (this part is purely a guess)

BUT i do think it will lead to the hallway scene

i think ep 5 will end with the lake scene and their "is everything okay between us"

which i think will actually lead to them taking a bit of a break just to figure out where they both stand and maybe they hate what they're turning each other into (again speculation) and i think this scene will be the last one of ep 5

THEN ep 6 will be involve

this conversation which i think could be wille saying he might be stepping down from his role or asking simon how he would feel if he did

and THIS is the last scene of the show

(please note i could be incredibly far off but it'll be fun to see if any of this ends up being correct because i was incredibly wrong about most of my s2 predictions)

thoughts?

[livelaughlambbam]

More doodles on the Old Faith language I impulsively made yesterday! I imagine the former pantheon of gods to have been very passive-aggressive and hierarchical so I made every noun they say modified based on how much they respect that thing, so they can insult each other and things that matter to each other within an otherwise benign sentence. Not pictured here, but there are 5 different ways to say "you", with meanings ranging from "you who I venerate" to "you (derogatory)".

[4n0therp4intb4llepis0de]

Theory that’s probably not true:

“My Grian was sorry too”

The Grumbot built in Empires was blown up, Grian tried desperately to save him. That Grumbot /time traveled/ to the past (and “back” to hermitcraft), and that’s when we see him the first time. The Grumbot from Empires is the past Grumbot from s9 HC, with all the same memories. HC!Grumbot tells Grian not to control him, Grian says sorry, Grumbot says “my Grian was sorry too,” probably unaware that it’s the same Grian but in the past. The Mumbo being mayor thing ties in with this because the Grumbot in Empires being built was the Grumbot from the alternate s7 of HC being transported there by accident.

[im-secretly-a-frog]

Plot Twist: The angel and the devil are Aziraphale and Crowley, and the third guys doesn't exist, they both just sometime masquerade as him to cause chaos.

i have an angel and devil on my shoulder but also a third guy who just tells me to do strange gayboy shit thats not really good or bad per se but it will make everyone in my life think im weirder

[hansoeii]

the honda odyssey, huh?

[sweetercalypso]

Random Abby Anderson hcs because I’m never not thinking about her:

— always asks for a bite of your food and then takes the biggest bite possible without even trying (and doesn’t understand why you don’t like to share💀)

— cut her hair too short one time and had a fuck ass bob until it grew long enough to braid again

— loves when you put your hands over hers when you’re sitting together (she just really likes subtle pda)

— runs hot so she always kicks her blankets off in her sleep and wakes up sweaty and red faced like she just finished a marathon

— no outbreak!Abby would 100% wear those black boxers with the little red hearts on them. Ellie just wears plain black boxers but Abby likes the ones with the fun prints

— likes when you offer to braid her hair because she loves the physical contact, but secretly rebraids it when you’re done because she needs it to be perfect

— casually flexes all the time because she’s a gym rat and it’s a common occurrence for her to show off her biceps mid conversation

[takohebi]

SO, AZUL'S IN JAMIL'S DREAM HUH? :3c

[iown4tshirts]

i see a button and i boop.

so what's the boop ettiquette? only one boop? or are you all booping back the return boops? do i boop back those that have booped me back? and do i boop back them too?

[hxnbi]

HAYATO SUO knew something was wrong when he received that phone call. He reached for his cell phone and held it up to his ear, but no sound came from the other end.

“Hello? Hello? Y/n??”

“.....”

"Y/n I can't hear you, can you say that agai—"

His heart dipped, and he was left with nothing but the sounds of being drowned in his own panic.

Suo’s lips remained tightly shut when you said your first and only words to him that entire call before the line went dead and the call froze from the other end.

The voice that came from your end. Did he really hear that correctly...?

The sound of your voice—so lovely and melodious—disguised the hidden horror of what was truly going on behind the curtain.

“The ambulance— here!!”

"They're bleeding too much..."

“Start CPR ASAP!!”

Beads of cold sweat ran down Suo’s back.

‘No… that can’t be for you, right?’

The only words he could comprehend at that moment were the sirens of what he assumed to be an ambulance, and the dozens of bystanders, medical staff, and a man, screaming, yelling, and throwing a tantrum, being taken away from the other end of the phone.

Not even Suo's shaky hands could reach yours. The distance between you both was immeasurable.

That was the last and only time he picked up the phone from your number that day. And from the only time he did, when Suo clicked your ID and, in horror, saw the dozens of unanswered calls and several increasingly cryptic texts from hours ago, his heart sank.

He didn’t read or care about a damn one.

[Y/n]

Just left my house, I'll be there in 10!

Suo! When are you coming? I’m at the cafe!

Kotoha is wondering where you are too. Get here soon! Your food is getting cold

Hayato, it's been an hour, are you okay…?

I’m coming to Furin, I’ll be there in 30 minutes so don't move!

Hayato, are you nearby?

I feel like there's someone behind me but I don't wanna look back

I found a space to take cover for a bit, so im okay for now

I see his hair peering from outside the cafe

Can you come soon? I'm getting a little worried

The cafe is closing so I'm heading back home. I'm a bit scared but I've got it aha

Hayato, please answer me

I'm

[ unread ]

That final message from you was sent two hours ago.

…He forgot about you. 

Him. Hayato Suo, had let you down. 

And because of that, you were at the hospital.

Suo had mere seconds to steel himself, holding in the tears that would inevitably taint his perfect face if he considered the worst-case scenarios, but they came along anyway, swirling around like parasites in his mind. And why wouldn't they? For all he knew, you might not make it through the night.

And that... that clenched at his heart.

Your unconscious self, with wires, tubes, and bandages dangling from your beaten-up body. The steady beep of the heart monitor crossed the silence, and an IV drip was attached to your arm, slowly delivering the necessary fluids and medications. Your face—pale and peaceful—contrasted with the harsh reality of your condition and his own reality. 

“How… How could this have happened?”

It was a bitter feeling. Because he knew. He knew what had happened, but because of his own involvement, he refused to admit it.

You, the only one he would ever love in his life, lying on a hospital bed, with visible injuries from head to toe.

No words could ever describe the hurt he felt when he saw your fragile form. You were suffering, and he couldn’t even do anything about it.

He inwardly scoffed, a fleeting expression of frustration crossing his face. Did he even have a right to worry about you…? When he was the reason you were here in the first place?

He couldn’t protect you, all because of him.

Hayato Suo, he had let you down. Time and time again, for it wasn’t the first. He put Furin, he put himself, and worst of all, he put everything else over you. 

He should've known when you said you were heading out alone that day with a sorry expression. You never did end up reaching Bofurin’s building, and he had failed to ensure your safety as a result of his own stupidity. 

He could barely stand to know the cause of your injuries, because, in his mind, every one of them was his fault.

Each wound, each bruise, was a direct consequence of his failures to protect you—and his carelessness and his failure to shield you from the visible marks he left behind. The burden of his failure to be there for you when you needed him most was an ever-present reminder of the crushing shame he felt.

People have always called him a smart cookie. Someone who could easily solve any problem with that sharp mind of his. But what use was that when he couldn’t even see through the facade you were wearing that day…? 

His hand found the way to where his heart was positioned. He scratched at his chest and pounded at his ribcage. He wanted to find his heart. Scratch his heart out so he could also feel the pain that he unknowingly inflicted on you.

But you knew he wasn't honest with you, and for that, he only had himself to blame. Suo always appeared calm, happy, and seemingly pleasant... Because if he showed you the turmoil and anxiety he had hidden within him, what would happen to you?

But in his pursuit to protect you, all he did was hurt you beyond repair.

Suo was a person who kept everything to himself, and from that, he unintentionally distanced himself from everyone who called him a “friend.” And that included you as well. The times when he would listen to your ramblings and stories about your daily life, all while keeping his own behind closed doors.

Whether, in that equation, you held a higher standard didn’t matter anymore, because it wasn’t him that was in the hospital, fighting for their lives, but you. 

“I’m sorry…” you told him through the phone.

Those couldn’t be your final words to him… No, they can’t be. He refused to accept it. Not through the cold, mechanical sounds of a device, from your own mouth and voice. 

But perhaps he may never hear it again.

And he only had himself to blame.

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when i was getting down to writing a request the other day, i was, for some reason, super angst inspired and drafted up an entirely new prompt just for the hell of it. also wanted to ty out a new format for this one, so lmk what you think :)

[zevrra]

—his needs

god, it had been too damn long.

his patience for this overdrawn stakeout was wearing thin, borderline close to snapping, as his hunger for you grew more and more. joel had gone far too long without you and while he sat, hiding inside some building for days, waiting and waiting for a signal to clear out, he damn near could’ve lost his mind. watching, waiting, begging for any sign of a replacement. for all he could think about was you as he peered through a window on this foggy morning.

could only think of your pretty smile and the soft twinkle in your eye when he would walk into a room. the love you had for him, when he didn’t deserve it. the sweet smell of your hair and skin. the taste of your lips on his while his hands grabbed your waist. kneading, gripping the thick of your thighs and ass, feeling you moan into his mouth.

fuuuuuck.

joel stares at the bulge in his pants. goddammit what was he? a teenager having his first wet dream? he groans at the feeling of his cock straining against his jeans, bites his bottom lip as he’s slowly untucking his shirt.

this was one of his worst ideas yet.

didn’t stop him from grabbing a handful of the front of his jeans, squeezing his stiff cock beneath. a hiss slipping through his teeth as he’s undoing his belt as fast as he can now. and god does he have to be fast with it. even if he were hidden in the corner of this little room he’s been stuck in for days, he needed to be quick.

he’s bunching his shirt up, shrugging down his jeans and boxers to his thighs, and grabbing ahold of his twitching cock. his hand smooths across his head with a groan, using any built up precum to wet the rest of his shaft. where he then fucks into his fist and fast. the image of you, on your knees, before him with your mouth wide open is burned into the back of his eyelids. his chest heaves with every quick stroke of his calloused hand. vision of you sucking his tip with those pretty eyes looking up at him forces him to bite his bottom lip.

joel throws his head back with a deep grunt. hips snapping quickly as he tightens his grip across his throbbing cock. your name tastes sweeter than sugar on his tongue as it falls from his lips in his feverish high while he plays out this little fantasy. just as he imagines your mouth wrapping around his entire cock, all the way to his base, giving him all he needs to finish. “fuck!” he barks as he comes. his orgasm crashing through him like a hot wave. forcing himself to hold back a needy whine as he ropes out every last ounce of his climax as he can.

and as he comes down from the heat of his orgasm, his brown eyes look at the mess he’s made in his hand. panting as he stares at the sticky, white smeared cum across his palm and fingers.

dammit. he needed to clean up and get back home to you. his hand wasn’t damn near enough.

[starfish-spencer]

Headcanon that Lassie knew what Jules's hair smelled like because he uses the same hair product

It would explain this:

Maybe Jules told him about a shampoo / conditioner brand that she really liked and he started using it and liked it too and now they both smell like peaches :)

[crimsonsoulpower]

They're also Duryodhan/Karna coded. Duryodhan gave Karna Anga and Karna did find out before the war that he was the eldest son of Kunti. So if he wanted to, he could've gone to Pandavas and demanded the throne but he chose to back his friend and support him in quest of getting the throne.

Similarly, Varadha gave up his biggest territory for Deva and Amma to ensure their safety and life. The movie ends with Aadhya pondering over how Deva is the rightful heir, son of Dhara who was supposed to be the Kartha and there is an army of Shouryaangas to back him if he chooses to get the throne for himself. But going by the current day timeline, he clearly didn't go that route. He didn't want the throne for himself. Instead he backed and supported Varadha, making sure he got everything he asked Deva for. Giving up his right to the throne for sake of his Varadha.

Varadeva are so Krishna/Arjun coded because Arjun too simply wanted his Madhav by his side instead of some grand fierce army.

Krishna meanwhile said no one, including his kin, his wives, his sons; literally no one was as dear to him as Arjun was. Something we see time and time again by Deva's actions. His own life, his pride, even the word of his mother don't mean as much to him as Varadha does. Even so young, he gave his word to help him however he could when his mother asked him not to return there ever.

[stellocchia]

Do you guys think that, after Killer's escape, Nightmare ever visits random AUs in the hope of catching a glimpse of him? Do you think that, when he spots Color and Killer going about their day, he ever follows them silently at a distance? Just observing and thinking.

He's still capable of feeling all the negative emotions, so do you guys think he ever looks at them and is consumed by regret? By bitterness at what he could have had all along had he not been, well, him?

Do you think he ever feels lonely? Do you think he ever goes to give Killer an order and remembers he's not there? Do you think he ever visits other universes just to hear someone yapping for a while? Just so the empty silence of the castle doesn't crush him?

Do you think he ever finds himself unreasonably angry at Color? Because the idea that he may be at fault and that things could have been better had he been better is one that crosses his mind only rarely. Usually, he'd rather blame it all on him. If Color had been a worse person then Killer would have stayed. If Color just used him as the tool he is they wouldn't be here. If Color was more controlling, if Color was more violent, if Color was more selfish... if Color just wasn't himself then maybe he wouldn't be feeling so shitty.

Do you think that he ever goes back to his giant empty castle after a day of following Color and Killer around and seeing how much better Killer's life is now, how much happier he is without him, and thinks, only for a moment, that maybe he'd try and do better next time? That maybe it would be worth it to change? That maybe he can make the next Killer stay for good? Do you think that sentiment lasts or is it just washed away by more hatred and the thought that, well, Color can't save them all anyway?