#this is so clever omg

[therend]

No but can we please address the "do we know a Jim?" in episode one? Crowley doesn't ask "who's Jim" or "do I know a Jim". If Aziraphale knows a Jim then so must he, though he might not remember which one is it now.

They're so married.

[pcktknife]

i might have dreamed this but have you ever drawn zoro one piece as a ferret

probably a dream. ive drawn zoro maybe 3x and of those times the only animal one was a parrot. ive drawn maya/pearl/dahlia of ace attorney fame as ferrets tho. anyways not a ferret but heres a mongoose zoro and cobra sanji

[orangeshipper]

Disorderly Knights, Part 3, Terzetto, Played Without Rests

Francis... just let people love you. Let them help you like they know you need it.

Kate, absolute legend.

I think the latter half of Disorderly Knights is nigh on perfect - the dramatic climax hits and then just keeps going breathlessly all the way to the end. I always feel like this point is approaching endgame, when it's barely over halfway!

[ahli-stuff]

Rewatched that amazing scene where Dazai and Kunikida lock eyes with each other and then dash to opposite sides across the room . GOD I love them GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!! I wish there were seasons of them solving mysteries together

ARENT THEY JUST SO

[empressofmankind]

So, uhm.

I adjusted his Alabaste colourscheme for deuteranopia because crocodiles?

...I feel like I am on to something here.

[chara-55]

I just saw an au where Sentinel, Starscream & Airachnid swapped roles with Orion, D16 & B127?

[bigfuckingfrog]

finding out that elias hodge was pushed OFF A BUILDING. the DRAMA of it all. this is peak storytelling

[anonymouscheeses]

Day 5: Gender Swap

Idk what their names should be uhhh

[gwyns]

HUH????????

[maeo-png]

Simon Petrikov, Healing, Self-love, and a smidge more of Greek mythology if you really squint

“Ulysses” poem excerpt by Alfred Tennyson // Fionna and Cake Episode 10 “Cheers” // “Exitlude” by The Killers // “Cheers” // “Talk To Me” by cavetown // “a poem traveled down my arm” by Alice Walker // “Cheers” // “Ulysses” book by James Joyce

[greeneyeofenvy]

based off that Kyle drawing @/as-thra made

Acanthe when she saw Cassandra:

And extra:

[pennylunfersqueak]

So there is this episode of The Bright Sessions that references Hello from the Hallowoods. A person dr. Bright is speaking to is trying to scare her so it mimics the narrator’s voice from HFTH. There is also this bit where the listeners are referred to as dreamers by said person as if they are trying to convince us that The Bright Sessions is a part of another dream, like another chamber for people who cannot handle nightmares, maybe?

[pinchan]

no.....i shant say

[percyxcalypso]

When Gale Dekarios said “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾” it reminded me of when Percy Jackson said 

“𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍—𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒. … 𝖨 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍.”

When Gale Dekarios said “𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌” it reminded me of Percy Jackson said 

“𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖠𝗉𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒, 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.”

When Gale Dekarios said “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖺𝗆?” it reminded me of when Percy Jackson said 

“𝖡𝗎𝗍… 𝖨’𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍… 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾.”

[good-beanswrites]

Happy Valentine's Day @artsy-azure ! Here's your gift for the @milgram-valentines-exchange 💖

Fuuta x Minato (oc) ~ The first section takes place right after his T2 interrogation, and then skips ahead to a tiny post-milgram scene :3 I hope you enjoy!

Fuuta thought he would drown. Not sink into water or anything like that; he was worried the voices filling his mind would completely suffocate him. There were too many of them. Too many people, all of them knowing every dark corner of his mind, and shouting into it. It should have been impossible for one voice – one softer than all the rest – to reach him.

Then again, everything about that voice should have been impossible.

“Fuuta… Hey, Fuuta… Are you alright?”

He blinked. He scrambled over to the nearest wall. There were no visible openings in the cell, not a single imperfection across any of the surfaces, yet Milgram’s intercom system functioned just fine. Most days it would just deliver the ear-rattling bell to tell him the time. On bad days, it carried Es’ summons to the interrogation room for his extraction. On worse days, it carried Es’ summons to the courtroom for his verdict.

On the very best days, it would bring him the voice of Hoshizawa Minato.

(Though, seeing as he had just returned from a catastrophic extraction, he wasn’t sure what type of day it was yet.)

He tore his attention away from the chorus of judgements and insults. He pressed his shoulder against the wall, still unsure where the sound was coming from, but knowing it was nearby.

“I’m here,” he said, hushed. More than anything he wanted to yell and scream, but he would never risk it, now. Minato had gone through a hell of a lot to break into Milgram’s systems, and he wouldn’t let his big mouth ruin all that. It had already ruined just about everything else.

“How are you holding up?”

Fuuta pressed his lips together. “Any news on getting us out of here?” was all he said.

Hundreds of miles away (or perhaps next door – neither of them could really know), Minato’s fingers adjusted his headset.

“I’m still working on it. These things take time.” 

“I’m definitely gonna need it after today.” 

“Your interrogation… I know.”

Fuuta pulled his hood down tighter, tufts of ginger hair ruffling underneath. “How much did you see?” 

Minato’s eyes flicked over to another monitor. It displayed the files he’d gained access to a few hours prior. It would crush Fuuta to hear about yet another person peeking into his personal moments, so he opted for a non-answer.

“I don’t have cameras. I don’t see much at all.”

“Tch, I’m not a damn idiot, I know that! I meant, how much did you hear?”

“...Everything.” 

Fuuta squeezed his eye shut. He bit a curse back. There came silence.

Minato actually double checked some of his monitors, making sure they hadn’t been disconnected.

“So then, you know,” Fuuta said at last. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting forgiven this time around.”

“You can’t be so sure. The–”

“No one in their right mind would forgive me after that.” He winced, remembering his harsh cries at the end of the interrogation. What kind of accused murderer shouted “I’ll kill you” as their plea of innocence? When he wasn’t running his mouth with threats, he’d been pleading with Es like some kind of coward. And Minato has heard all of it. Fuuta could only imagine the horrors that the extraction held. Who could forgive him after they saw his anger, or worse, his pleasure? Who could ever look kindly on someone like that?

“I would.”

Fuuta’s eyes widened. He let himself sink further into the wall. A strangled laugh escaped him. He let his head hang down. No matter how much he wanted to protest, Minato was as honest as they come. If he said he forgave Fuuta, he meant it. 

“Yeah, like I said, no one in their right mind.”

Minato cracked a smile. 

“You don’t think I’m in my right mind?”

Fuuta scoffed. “You post pictures of clothes for a living. And in your free time, you plan impossible jailbreaks for murderers. Doesn’t sound quite sane to me.”

“Aw, come on. Do you think it’s impossible?” 

Minato was still smirking, ready for some more of their typical back and forth. Fuuta surprised him by pausing. 

“Well, it should be impossible. But…”

They’d been speaking for some time now. Whether it was quick comments when Es wasn’t around or long conversations into the night. Fuuta had seen many sides of him, and knew that he had what it took. He wasn’t like the vast majority of internet personalities – weak or needy or inexperienced. He’d proved himself time and time again. If anyone could pull this off, it would be Minato. 

“If it’s you… there’s a chance.”

“You’ve got that right. You can count on me, alright?”

Fuuta took a deep breath. The tightness of the uniform and the bandages seemed to lessen.

“Although,” Minato put on a falsely serious voice, “we’re gonna have a long talk when you get out… about that yellow jacket you own.”

“Haaah? What’s wrong with my jacket?’

“There are a hundred stylish ways to wear it and that was not one.”

“The fuck does that mean?” 

“You’ll be grateful when someone who ‘posts pictures of clothes for a living’ helps with your wardrobe.” 

Fuuta could feel his chest release even more. Minato spoke so easily about the future, as if it were something real and waiting for him. 

“As if I’d let you touch any of my outfits.”

“As if you could stop me!”

He took another breath. He smiled. No drowning today.

---

After checking the clock fourteen times, Fuuta thought once more couldn’t hurt. It was still two minutes to noon, just like the last few times he’d checked. His frequent checking hadn’t brought the train to the station any faster.

Minato had told him that he was safe. He’d said this meeting wasn’t that big of a risk. The dust had settled. He just had to relax. 

The announcement overhead signaled the next stop was his. It screeched into the station, a slight murmur rising as the doors opened onto a platform of moving people. 

Fuuta lowered his head. His eyepatch would surely draw attention to himself, so he kept his hood down and his mask up. He just needed to make it to the station entrance. 

He made his way around stiff businessmen and sticky children. He tried to shuffle around a young man, but he seemed to step further into Fuuta’s path. Giving the stranger a quick glance, he started to mumble something to squeeze past. 

“Fuuta,” the man said, gaping in surprise. “It’s me.”

He inhaled sharply.

It was only three words, but it was enough to recognize his voice from a thousand conversations. 

Fuuta’s eye widened as he took Minato in. It was strange to finally see his face. Finally, here was the person he’d spent hours talking to. The person he’d spent days passing the time with. The person he’d spent nights falling for. Here was the one who had saved his life, in more ways than he could count.

His first observation was, fuck, this guy is way outta my league. His next was, he’s shorter than I was expecting. Then, gah, I’m probably shorter than he was expecting. He was in the middle of realizing, he has the nicest smile I think I’ve ever seen, when Minato crushed him in a hug.

Fuuta returned the embrace. His arms tightened around Minato. He was real. He was here. Fuuta’s hands grasped at his clothes and his hair. He was unable to control a laugh bubbling up inside of him. 

“You did it. My god, you did it.”

He breathed into Minato’s shoulder. His chest shook with some laughter, some tears. 

For a moment wondered if people would notice the heartfelt reunion outside of the train, then he realized he didn’t care in the slightest. 

Minato was laughing along with him in that beautiful, familiar voice of his. No more crackling speakers or hidden intercoms – he spoke right into his ear, hair tickling his cheek. Fuuta could have stayed forever in his arms, just like that. All that mattered was he felt safe. At last, he felt happy.

Talk about impossible. 

[soaps-mohawk]

Spent hour hale at the gym and all I could hear is ghost and price being proud of me. 8 miles total, 4 on treadmill and 4 biking. ~ local pocket dragon is a shape and not in shape.

Slay 🤩

"Is a shape and not in shape" had me rolling 😂