#this is so stupid lmao

[smallbitterman]

this one’s easy to explain, my friends told me to drink water so i sent them this

tagging @gone-to-oregone @kikiofthevast @the-most-lamentable @ellabbear @personinthepalace and anyone else that might want to take part

Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

@bookmovietvworm

@myfairkatiecat

@i-am-a-fish

@valtsv

[phillietemple]

i’m seeing both wicked and dan & phil this weekend so i drew this

[gomi-draws]

Miku has an idea

[aq2003]

apollo's secret hidden legendary boon that supergiant won't tell you about

[alaincvre]

Flashback to me reading ace attorney doujinshi on my flip phone because I was that desperate

[z00lea]

morning

[sgt-tombstone]

I love the idea of Soap being the rookies’ favorite sergeant (Gaz is a close second, but Soap lets them get away with more shit) and they come up with “Soap’s Life Advice”

at any time, any of them can ask Soap for a piece of life advice and he has to come up with something on the spot. they usually ask him in the middle of PT, so he ends up yelling his little nuggets of wisdom at them through a megaphone or something similar, which is a recipe for all sorts of hilarity

the advice starts out pretty mundane, actually good pieces of wisdom, but he runs out of useful things pretty quickly, so it almost immediately devolves into Soap screaming the weirdest pieces of advice (“advice” here being used very loosely) at his rookies

Ghost didn’t know about it (he stays as far away from the rookies as possible, citing an anaphylactic allergy to stupidity) until he was helping out one day and heard one of the rookies yell “Soap, can I have a piece of life advice?”

And he watches in fascination as Soap’s face scrunches slightly, thinking hard, and then brings his megaphone up and promptly yells “if your drug dealer has all of their teeth, they’re the cops!”

Several rookies nearly fall over laughing, both from the “advice” and from Ghost’s baffled “what the fuck, Johnny?”

“What?” Soap shrugs. “Last week I told them the most effective way to reduce their time in service was daily drug use, I just wanna make sure they’re bein’ responsible about it.”

Neither of them are surprised when Soap ends up in Price’s office being berated within an inch of his life for encouraging drug use, but neither of them miss the way Price’s mustache twitches with a suppressed smile when he thinks they aren’t looking either

[tavstavernofdisasterbisexuals]

Halpip

[afterplaidshirtdays]

destiel crayons. is this anything.

[spirk-trek]

"Mr. Spock?"

[spookberry]

This is just my opinion

[nathanbellamy]

Just realized that Peter could have really trapped himself if he'd gone with "You're my father" instead of "I'm your son" bc the options for finishing the sentence in a believable way are...limited, to say the least

[empyrean-sprinkle]

haha Bill, you are banging my brother

[ouchmyghostskin]

Bro was seeing shapes

[fourteentrout]

Azriel vs. Eris in the Choking Scene

Eris inner monologue: Eris had known for a long time that one day his tongue would possibly get him killed. He was playing a delicate game, and even though he couldn't afford to make mistakes, that didn't mean he was exempt from making them. Still, if he made it out alive, he would be able to use it to his advantage. Proof that the Night Court was undoubtedly, wholeheartedly his enemy. No room for an alliance of betrayal, his father would think, with a court whose Shadowsinger so openly despised him. And if he didn't make it...well, he supposed there were worse ways to die. Even with his face twisted with rage, the Shadowsinger was still undeniably beautiful. Not a bad sight to see on the way out. Perhaps beautiful enough that, even though the centuries of work Eris put into curating the perfect storm, the hundreds of years of torture he'd endured just to get to a point where he could secure the crown, would be all for nothing, he would still be dying with something of his own. This one thing he could call his, and only his, the one thing that he had true dominion over. The image of death that nobody else would see. Death as something beautiful. A kind of death that, for a fleeting moment, would only belong to him.

Azriel inner monologue: me when I fuckign get you

[mister13eyond]

i begged myself to make normal art but all that would come out is more tulpar joes