#this is why i need a season 4

[munsons-mutiny]

One of my favorite trope for Steddie is Steve hunting down Eddie when the kids join Hellfire and giving him a long list of dos and donts.

At first Eddie thinks he’s just being a prick, and worried he’s going to turn the nerds into freaks like him. Especially when he says not to mention drugs in front of Dustin.

But then he starts pulling out lists of monsters that can’t be in campaigns. And like what??? Why can’t he use demagorgons? They were gonna be in the next combat! He’s tempted to ignore the warnings, in fact he’s all set to, but something about Steve’s face when he was laying it all out haunts him. Something so deadly serious about it. So first he decides to test the waters to see if he’s full of shit.

When the session starts, he makes a throwaway comment, “you’re acting like there’s a mindflayer around the corner.”

All the kids freeze but Wheeler especially looks like he’s going to be sick. He even grabs at the bracelet around his wrist. The one he always said his best friend made him before he moved.

Eddie curses himself for even trying to test it out after that, and immediately bullshits the whole session so he can scrap any hint of demogorgans from the campaign.

After that session he drives straight to Harringtons house and demands they go over all the things he can’t include again, in detail, while he takes notes.

He doesn’t know what’s going on with these freshmen, but he knows trauma when he sees it and well he’d gotten attached to the gremlins.

When he leaves that night, he thinks Steve is looking at him with approval. Like he trusts him with their well-being now.

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i literally do not care about big emergencies on abc's 911. i want to see my characters talk to each other and have stories that are parallels to small, everyday (everyday for first responders) emergencies

[vanessa-rafesgirl]

i'm so hungry i could devour s4 rafe

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: a doodle of old, Commission-era Five lounging in a bathtub with cucumbers over his eyes and a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle in the other. He has several scars, including one that starts at his collarbones and goes all the way down his torso. End ID.]

i missed old five this season so bad. where was he!!! Where was my old man!!! I took it upon myself to answer with "in the bath, chilling" because he deserves it. old five people, you're welcome

[demonslayedher]

If you haven't read it, you'd have no idea what the source material AU for this scene is

[sweetlullabyebye]

Gobblepot handshakes but without the 100000 hours of one of them holding his hand up waiting for the other to shake it because Tumblr doesn't let me make 100000 hours long gifs

[sweetbananachips]

My top 6 Arcane characters based on how DTF I would be because it’s 2 AM, I’m bored, and this is what god put me on this earth for, I believe:

1. Ambessa Medarda 2. Grayson

3. Mel Medarda 4. Sevika

5. Caitlyn Kiramman 6. Jayce Talis

Honorary Mentions:

[darkphoenix180]

[laz-kay]

Can we talk about this poor man's mental health for one minute, please?

This man is such an open book compared to some of his co-workers. Brad, for example, is so aloof and ambiguous because he hates the idea of people getting close to him. He knows that's how he gets hurts and/or hurts others. Hence why we know little to nothing about who he really is and what his homelife is like. David isn't afraid to be open. He's dramatic, anxious, scared, and he trauma dumps like no one I've ever seen (bar myself).

This is a character that gets walked all over and tries so hard to see the best in everyone at any given moment. A man who appears optimistic despite the fact that he's a child of divorce, he had a drunk father, a mother who clearly didn't give a shit about him, and had a traumatic divorce himself.

The way David's character is written, and how Hornsby portrays him, is quite close to genius. Every moment displayed here showcases a time David was vulnerable and struggling with his mental health. However, we're constantly side-tracked by the comedic playoff of each scene that we subliminally render David's experiences as "funny" or "unserious". He's intentionally written as a comic relief character, which makes his reality that much more unsettling to unpack.

We're so blind-sighted by other character's reactions to David and how the script is quickly flipped that we forget this man is a suicidal depressive who self-medicates, drinks heavily and has a crippling fear of losing people he cares about.

Christ, he was about to throw himself from the roof of their building after learning Brad was arrested, Poppy and Ian were leaving, and Rachel and Dana were moving away to Berkley. The one thing that snapped him out of his suicidal thought was assuming Jo was about to do the same, and he couldn't risk losing anyone else.

Because he was showcased as an open book from the very beginning, we assume there's nothing else underneath David's surface. Everyone else's trauma is so much more transparent than his, swaying us to believe he's just a 40 something year old man trying his absolute darndest under the circumstances.

David Brittlesbee is possibly one of the most complex characters I've ever seen in modern media, and I will be walking into the canal the day we get some sort of backstory for him. My heart won't be able to handle it.

[mono-socke]

this is what I call a break well spent

(the last one is my attempt at being funny)

[xx-just-a-demon-xx]

guess who JUST finished watching Farscape for the first time

unfortunately this Absolute Freak has ended up as my favourite character but i should have predicted that in all honesty

[dyk3tastic]

friends

victoria neuman (the boys) x reader

genre: angst, light smut, hurt/comfort(ish)?

summary: when victoria shows up unannounced at your apartment in the dead of night you want nothing more than to kick her to the curb, you let her in anyway. reader is a member of the boys, could be read as a follow up to my previous fic “cant have both” or as a stand alone. (now wiv a follow up u can read here)

warnings: weapons, language, slightly nsfw, light smut, mentions of sex

a/n: back with another one. getting back into posting ff, haven’t written for an ‘audience’ in a while, feedback is appreciated. enjoy! :)

“wow, you really gonna treat a friend like that?” victoria drawled, foot blocking your front door, stopping you locking her out. wide grin flashing her perfect white teeth. the last thing you wanted at 4am was to shuffle bleary eyed through your shitty apartment, glock firm in your grip by your side, to answer that incessant hammering against your door. when you open the door to see her standing you want nothing more than for the earth to open up and swallow you whole, dreading wallowing in the limbo between you both. the space between hate and longing, betrayal and understanding, where all interactions between you two now seemed to take place. you were tired.

staring up at you under her thick dark lashes, you knew you couldn’t get rid of her even if you wanted to. “we’re not friends” you croak out, voice rough with exhaustion. she just laughs at you, continuing to blink up at you like a fawn, flashing her predatory smile. “what are you doing here vic?” you hiss frustrated by her brazenness and lack of explanation.

“can i come inside? i want to talk to you”, she lets her smile drop. “please”.

you say nothing to each-other as you turn to let her in, she slides past you, eyes dragging down your body, heat prickles your ears as she clocks your batman underwear. she strides in, confident and assured as ever, walking towards the kitchen as if she were coming home from work, like she owns the place. just as you’re starting to become hyperaware of your lack of clothing she speaks again, voice gentle and relaxed over the quiet hum of the tv, “i knew you wouldn’t be asleep yet”.

“is that what you’ve come here to do, pretend to know me so well, tell me about my fucking sleeping patterns?” you mutter, irritated. resting against your kitchen counter you stood opposite her, taller than her now that she had her heels off. the low orange glow of the kitchen light illuminated her bronzed skin. victoria looks up at you, all brown eyed and beautiful, and it makes you forget what she’s done, what you’ve done, just for a second.

“i want zoe out. i want her far away from all this bullshit. i want out. i need you to help me undo this, to just leave it all behind. please.”

hissing, voice scratchy in your throat you half sigh, “you just turn up here and expect me to trust you, expect me to risk my life for you, blinking up at me like bambi and expecting me to feel fucking sorry for you.” “i trusted you, believed in what we were doing, in us. i thought we were working towards something right, some fucking justice for once. to find out those years of my life were useless, sisyphus pushing that rock up that never fucking ending hill for vought. when i told you about-“ you stop abruptly, tired of rehashing the past, take a deep, shaky breath and collect yourself. “coming round here talking about friends” you scoff.

chest rising and falling with uncertainty she stares you down, face unflinching. mocking and faux innocent she asks “we weren’t friends?”. “i’d say when i’d ride your pretty face til it was covered in my cum that we were friends, at least i definitely considered you my friend.” her smile is sharp. “when you’d rut against my leg all desperate and pleading you didn’t think i was your friend?” she added with an exaggerated pout.

you recognised the deflection immediately, could see that all she wanted was to crawl under your skin and pull you back to her. but you’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t effect you, the full truth of it all hanging in the air, your skin prickling with memory and mouth dry with the her boldness. “we’re not friends now” you say, proud of yourself for managing to keep your voice steady.

she steps forwards, encroaching in your space. “that’s okay, we don’t need to be friends”. she moves closer again, you don’t dare move, anxious not to scare her off, anxious to close the gap between you two. she breathes an “i’m sorry” into your neck, voice laced with what you so desperately want to believe to be sincerity. moving her head up, her nose bumps your cheek, plump lips pressing a soft kiss against your mouth. your arm moves of its own accord, snaking around her waist, urging her closer. her next kiss is less gentle, her mouth greedy and desperate against yours, chills run down your spine as you let out a quiet whimper. tongue swiping over her lower lip you let yourself get lost in her, in the kiss. transfixed by her touch heat pools deep in ur abdomen, your underwear growing sticky and uncomfortable.

the nights spent touching yourself, seething with anger as you imagined your fingers buried deep inside her, imagined pulling out those little pants and whimpers that made you want to never hear another sound again; those nights seething in your betrayal and wetness couldn’t compare to the electricity that ran through your body as her warm tongue licked lewdly into your mouth. nothing could compare to the feeling of her pressing her warm, petite but deadly body against yours. revelling in the feeling of her tits against your chest it was the bumping of her hip against the hard glock tucked in the thick waistband of your underwear that brought you out of your trance. both of you breathed heavy hot air against the others face, panting as you try to remember why you were here, to clear away you heady thoughts, to regain some semblance of control.

[cocogum]

About Wakfu Season 5

I just remembered that Yugo and Amalia made some new friends that we've never seen before the Great Wave manga.

The friends in question being the unnamed male Sadida and female Eliatrope couple who got married:

I'm explicitly focusing on these two because Yugo talked about them as if they were more than just civilians they had to protect but were rather familiar faces.

Like he literally addresses them as his friends. That little detail didn't have to be there, and yet Yugo just happened to call them like that.

"Two friends." Yugo couldn't have been talking about two random people of his and his wife's race like that. That male Sadida and female Eliatrope had to have spoken to Yugo and Amalia multiple times or at the very least spent some time together before.

We haven't seen them before and have only seen them in the Great Wave manga.

Which is why I fully believe (but mostly hope) that we'll get to see their stories in Season 5.

I know I'm just randomly talking about these two with no solid concrete evidence that they could be important in the long run, but I SWEAR they have a lot of potential to show us many things.

A lot of things in Season 5 that is.

Just think about it for a second.

Yugo calls them his and Amalia's friends, they're a mixed-race couple and are probably the second couple in the world of Twelve's history to contain an eliatrope.

Not only do they look very distinct and have been addressed as friends by the freaking royal leaders of the kingdom they're inhabiting, but their relationship could also serve as a way to properly show us the relationship between the Sadidas and Eliatropes and how it has evolved ever since the Necrome war ended.

No joke, I seriously think these two will be crucial in the fifth season. Tot has always liked adding new characters for every season he puts out, so who's to say that we won't see the couple anywhere else besides the Great Wave manga?

YOU CAN'T JUST NOT SHOW ME MORE OF THEM WHEN YOU SPECIFICALLY MADE YUGO CALL THEM HIS FRIENDS ‼️‼️‼️

Seriously, I remembered how we were all reading the webtoon format and wondering who those friends were. We even started guessing who it could have been until we got the reveal! Please do something about them Tot 😭😭

(I also hope we get to see them in the second great wave volume. They did see their king getting poisoned at their wedding after all ✨️✨️)

[midnightcatharsis]

Imagine this scenario: Jayce thinks he needs to kill Viktor to prevent a tragedy caused by Viktor changed into an emotionless villain robot who looks down on humanity. He goes to where the members of the cult/commune live with a hammer just like in the show and just like in the show Viktor invites him in without even caring whether he has a hextech weapon. Jayce is fully set on killing him, his hand closes on the hammer but then he sees Viktor and hesitates. Viktor was even more beautiful than before, his face still fully human not hidden behind the mask, his eyes fully human. Expressive emotions visible on his face and in his eyes.  He's so, so much different from the machine Viktor from the future that Jayce has seen.  That one was cold, this one before him is happy, excited that he can see Jayce and share his knowledge and dream with him. But Jayce knows he has to kill him, his hand on a hammer again… yet he still can't force himself to do it. Viktor greets him, and Jayce can't respond. How can someone like Vik before his eyes change into the Machine Herald? How does someone like that who still cares about humanity (maybe Jayce has seen Vander) change like that?? And then he slowly realizes… what if he never changed? What if it was a self-fulfilling prophecy? His eyes widen and he remembers all that he knows about the hexcore and arcane he recalls that the hexcore is learning and adapting, evolving really, and that it can revive itself… Of course, since it's constantly adapting it must mean that after reviving it would want to eliminate what caused its destruction… emotion and humanity. After all they were the reason why Viktor allowed himself to be vulnerable near Jayce. It is trust that makes him so easy to approach and attack... and kill. He starts to think that perhaps he did murder Viktor in the previous timeline and this event was what caused the hexcore to change in the way that allowed for the tragedy to happen and for Viktor to become a villain… Jayce decides not to kill him ever again, instead, he tells him what he saw and talks to him which in the end results in them teaming up to find a different way to destroy the hexcore while not killing all the people already healed by it… Or something like that.

I really need a fix-it

[laurrelise]

klaus in a sweater klaus in a sweater klaus in a sweater holy fuck is it hot in here

i’m literally not apologizing this is one of the finest men i’ve ever seen in my life

[mikeymustdie]

seeing new pics of gerard way is like seeing the second coming of christ shes so cute and her smile gerard way you truly are a cutie patootie