#this is just to put something out

[jaeclerc]

when sebastian met charles he was a nineteen year old au pair, wondering listlessly around berlin like he was seeking out all the awful things the city had to spit at him. charles was painfully young, painfully naive, and hurting so much, it reflected in the way he did anything, breathing like every breath was a labor of resentment.

when charles met sebastian, he was a twenty nine year old computer engineer at an american company who stared at charles like maybe he had the answers to life. he was walking around berlin like berlin had something to prove to him, german accented by a generation spent in the valleys of america and the tenacious refusal to let his mother tongue die in his blood.

and then like the big bang, they expanded, from nothing to seemingly everything. in less than a week, maybe a slightly drug fueled week, sebastian was calculating how much it would cost to bring charles from berlin to san francisco with him. to break charles from the hold the grief had on his heart in that city, from the slightly abusive family he stayed with, and from his own certain death under the club lights and shitty edm.

it turned out all it cost was one TLC application and selling a little bit of his soul to the american public but that’s the price he’d pay to get charles away from there, to make sure that the world could behold him in all his glory.

america loved charles, maybe even more than sebastian did. they loved his heartbreaking story, they loved his charisma, and they loved his dimples. god did they love his fucking dimples.

america also hated charles, maybe more than he did himself. they hated his quick snap anger, they hated his eye rolling and inability to tell sebastian what hurt because how do you say “carve out every bit of hurt and there’s nothing left”, and they hated how he wasn’t some mary sue who magically recovered from a chemical dependence and the death of the three people he loved most.

america just plain hated sebastian. they hated his cockiness, they hated how he was just as quick to get angry as charles, and they hated how he always let charles get away with being the world’s biggest brat to him.

but every time charles took his credit card to shop, all sebastian could think about was how much he loved that charles was smiling more. when charles snapped at him, all sebastian could do was snap back and be happy that charles was able to feel safe enough to be pissy with him.

america made charles into a brat, is what everyone claims. but it was less america and more sebastian, who indulged him at every turn. and if america truly made charles into a brat, spoiled, with rounder cheeks, more thickness in his pretty waist, and dollar signs in his beautiful eyes, then sebastian pledged his allegiance to america because he loved it.

when charles whined about how foggy san francisco was and how small their apartment was, seb bought him a town house. when he was unhappy about sebastian’s old (but trusty in seb’s eyes) prius, sebastian bought him a mercedes.

america hated that charles said he’d rather a ferrari. america didn’t understand that charles was referencing an inside joke to his childhood dream of being a certified ferrari owner. nor the fact that sebastian promised to make him one.

america loved charles for what they could mould their image of him into, not who he was. they made him out to be a bratty, greedy, overly aloof and yet clingy temptation that caught the rich man he was dying for.

they never saw the actual inside look of sebastian and charles, of how sebastian held charles as he sobbed through his pain on the anniversary of the accident. how they had absolutely no hired staff to clean their house while charles lived like a prince, despite the snark reddit’s claim to the contrary. he cleaned the house by himself, he paid all their bills and kept all their documents tidy, he prepped all the ingredients for seb to cook when he got home (after the disastrous attempt that was the ill fated Food Poisoning Of Their One Year, charles never cooked), he planned their vacations and their weekends, all around his appointments and doctor’s visits.

america wasn’t interested in also learning about how charles had severe narcolepsy and PTSD. they didn’t want the story of a disabled young man with only his husband as his friend. they didn’t realize that the excess fog and darkness made his symptoms worse. that the prius was uncomfortable to sleep in for long car rides to his appointments, which seb had to drive him to.

they didn’t realize that sebastian loved caring for charles, loved giving him the life he didn’t get to have for a long time, that charles was so intentional with his spending of their money, that charles was undeniably spoiled but that he spoiled sebastian just as badly.

some people picked up on charles being a brat to indulge seb, that it was a game they played, a way for them to check on each other, and to get all their desires out without being afraid of repercussions.

charles made sebastian soften, made him slow down, take a break, and sit with him. he made sebastian take days or even a week off because he wanted to build a life with charles that didn’t involve him always being away. he wanted to slow down, sniff the flowers, be intentional about his actions.

charles made sebastian want to have slow sex, the kind that stretched for hours, softening both their bodies like summer sun warmed taffy and filling them both with love.

he made sebastian want to maintain the planter boxes on their windows with all of charles’ favorite flowers, watering them and giving them love and care, a visual of them. a visual of charles, blooming under sebastian’s hands and time.

he made sebastian want to write poetry about his whimpers when he fucked him, his snores when he fell asleep on the kitchen floor and sebastian had to carry him to the couch, his hands as they wrapped themselves around his coffee mug, his dimples as he laughed, his eyes when he fluttered his eyelashes as he tried to convince sebastian to go to singapore (“come onnnn, chéri! you know it’d be so fun to watch the race live this year), his nose as he wrinkles it at the taste of his medicines every morning, his messy brown hair as he wakes up.

charles made sebastian finally start living a life he loved instead of just existing in one he was okay with and for that, sebastian would do anything for charles.

sebastian first made charles want to exist, to see him at least one more time. then he made him want to live, want to actually stay awake to see life.

at first, america thought charles was in it to get to the states and be a sugar baby. then they thought he wanted to just be a kept man. then they thought he was an overly spoiled brat. then they realized that sebastian and charles were fucking insane enough to match each other and that maybe they were doing the world a service by keeping both of out of the dating pool because they were terrible, like a car wreck you couldn’t stop looking at.

[5ummit]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) || Thunderbolts* (2025)

[shanklin]

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb in. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

[gracefireheart]

Whoops, wrong Stanley

I know I'm not the first one that have thought about Gravity Falls x the Stanley Parable, but I wanted to draw something too 💃 Also, I think the banter between Stanley and the Narrator would be fun.

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[lamina-tsrif]

you’ve changed (for the better)

for @where-does-the-heart-lie ‘s fighting game au I love ur designs I love them dearly

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

hey guys can you watch over these critters for me thanks

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[sweetlullabyebye]

insert incoherrent sobbing

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)

[choccy-milky]

@foundthatoldzeppelinshirt what did u do to me...what in the wattpad is this... i only planned to do a few doodles but then i kept getting more brainrotted and things got out of hand LMAOO (and ofc i HAD to draw hockey player seb at SOME POINT bc its my duty as a canadian citizen🫡🍁🍁 O CANADA!!!)

[off-mozzarella]

If you saw me posting this 30 times no you didn't ♡

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[bluerosefox]

Selina's New Kittens

Once again. A new DPxDC idea/prompt.

(Deaged! Danny, Dan, Ellie, and Jazz!)

Enjoy my random ideas.

Look.

Selina....

Selina wasn't expecting this when she decided to have some fun and do what she does best.

She just meant to sweet talk her way into Master's gala/party. Flirt and get info, maybe some blackmail. Steal away the rare cat themed artifact he had recently gotten (and also steal away his actual cat, such a lovely little diva it is too). then she was going to disappear into the night like always.

So...

Selina casted her eyes into the mirror of her car and could see the tiny children she had rescued from Master's hidden basement lab. All but one was asleep, the oldest out of them, although she seemed to be losing that fight from the way her head was falling forward, eyes closing but would jerk herself back awake when she realized she was falling asleep.

Curled up as hard and as much as they could towards the little redhead was three dark haired children, Selina mused that they'd fit right in with Bruce and his little bats/birds.

Two were near identical boys, though one seemed to be much paler than the other and if she remembered right one had red eyes and the other had blue, and the last one of the sleeping kids was a tiny toddler, a girl she heard was named 'Ellie' from the others.

Selina took note that the red head, Jazz, had finally fallen asleep a few minutes later. With a deep breath as she drove further and further away from that... that insane Fruitloop (she overheard the two boys call him that as they ran to her car) Master's place, she blindly reached for her phone and pressed a single digit on the screen, knowing it will connect to her car and call up the only person she can trust to help her with this.

"Selina." came the gravely voice after a single ring, sounds like she caught him on patrol but he seemed to be in a spot where he was okay to say her actual name over coms or she caught him before his night shift started.

"Hello Darling, I need your help with some kittens I found and to help me... Put away their terrible old owner."