#wait it's actually clicking

[so-na-gi]

I need to go to bed but this just came to me: @ fans of the terror , this might be a long shot but i think you'd enjoy camus's plague dynamics

[tricoufamily]

ok actually made the companion piece to the pyromaniac guy silence rich mafia guy a fucking loser is speaking

[degenerateshinji]

crazy gay crossover

side by sides w the refs

[2deadboys]

its always very funny to me in fic where Edwin works out Charles has feelings for him before Charles even works out what his own feelings are. And is just. waiting for Charles to catch up. Maybe a few subtle hints and situations along the way....

knowing someone so well you can figure them out before they figure out themselves etcetc.

[astranauticus]

the villain crew dynamics this season are fuckin hysterical

[captainswan618]

I'm kind of obsessed with all their weird mannerisms

[protect-namine]

cheng weimin and shao yuanyuan abandoning cheng xiaoshi at the tender age of 8 years old gets even more fucked up when you think about how they know about the photo diving ability and that bahati is a school related to abilities

like okay listen. one of you has the ability to go back in time by clapping your hands while looking at a photo. presumably you know that abilities are passed on to children. they can activate at any time, perhaps during traumatic moments like with the twins. one of you went to teach at a school for superpowered kids so presumably you know how this works.

and you think you can just abandon a kid with unactivated powers?? leave him with trauma ripe for awakening abilities? what if it wasn't the bridon photo that triggered it huh? what if cheng xiaoshi, at the tender age of 8, cried so hard wondering about his parents and then he accidentally claps himself into a random photo (IN A PHOTO STUDIO! A SHOP ABOUT PHOTOS!! WHERE HE LIVES!!!) with no one to guide him? what if he gets stuck there??? as a kid???

like okay yeah lu guang discovered his ability at 7 years old but apparently someone was there to help him. and also his ability doesn't like, harm him physically. he's not possessing someone or anything. so we're all just lucky cheng xiaoshi never discovered his powers until he was an adult because like. if he discovered that as a kid, lonely as he was?? he'd be so fucked. oh my god. just thinking about it gets me heated like what the fuck cheng weimin. shao yuanyuan. what the fuck. what if your 8 year old kid with abandonment issues got stuck possessing some random person and he doesn't know what's happening. he doesn't know anything. his parents left him and he's not even himself anymore and he's not home and how does he fix this, how does he go back. the horror of it all.

[noctilionoidea]

Yeehaw it’s my favourite western character Texas man from British vampire gothic horror by famous Irish guy

[lemondoddle]

NEIL CICIEREGA READS THE FAKE GOOSEBUMPS BOOK ON THE BOOK OF BILL WEBSITE

[oatberrytea]

I tagged myself on that picrew thing going around that says something like - if your blog were a person how would they look... something like that! It was fun and I'm back to my natural brown hair IRL (I was blonde for way too long) so wanted to showcase that. Would have done a grandma style but they didn't have any hair options that I liked for it, heh.

I tag anyone who wants to do this BTW, don't wait to be tagged just do it! Picrews are always fun - here is the link! 💙

[youling-the-ghost]

copper – a bubbamiah ficlet

As their lips met for the last time, Bubba tasted copper and tears on his tongue. word count: 653

Bubba couldn't believe his eyes at first. The red that he caught in the corner of his peripheral vision must've been an optical illusion, a cruel joke that his senses decided to play on him. He gave the same excuse for the choked gasp that echoed from behind him.

But when he turned and saw Jeremiah with his hands over his abdomen, blood gushing out from a deep stab wound, Bubba felt his heart drop to his toes. A deep overwhelming nausea washed over him; his stomach churned, his head swooned, the world swayed from side to side, but none of that was important.

Bubba moved without thinking. Within a blink of an eye, his hands were stained with wine-red that seeped into every crevice of his fingernails and cuticles and palms and the back of his husband's neck was moved so that it sat atop his knee.

The Cube was long gone, hidden behind walls—symbols of its cowardice. A cry escaped from Bubba's lips, something so strained and animalistic and so painful.

"Oh god—no—"

Blood spilled from the spaces between Bubba's fingers. It was warm, but it didn't stop his fingers from trembling.

Bubba's jacket fought back as he struggled to take it off. Something trickled down his cheek. He couldn't tell if it was blood or tears.

The jacket finally came off and Bubba tied it around the wound with unsteady hands. The green fabric immediately bled crimson.

"Where's the medical area?"

Jeremiah shook his head. "It's no use."

"I ain't givin' up on you!" Those words came out as a strained sob. Bubba swallowed, but the bile stuck in his throat remained.

"Those damn Cubes—they've got a psychic link or whatever—" With every word he spoke, Jeremiah's voice weakened and his breathing grew more rough and uneven. "If I die, they'll think you're dead too."

"Don't you dare!"

Jeremiah smiled weakly as a thin stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you die."

The jacket was barely stopping the blood. Bubba shook his head until it hurt as he pressed his hands back over the wound. "I ain't givin' up on you," he repeated.

"Live," Jeremiah said, his voice unable to go louder than barely above a whisper. His chest rose up and down, the tempo frequent and inconsistent. "Live, and go back to the farm. And don't you dare let those damn Cubes kill ya."

There was something in Jeremiah's eyes—melancholy, fear, but above all, determination. Bubba softened the hand that pressed against Jeremiah's side.

Bubba took a shaky breath. "I love you, 'Miah," was all he could manage.

Jeremiah chuckled. The sound faded away like a leaf being blown in the wind.

"I've always wanted you to call me that…"

A hand wrapped around his neck, and Bubba was pulled into a kiss. Bubba kissed back, knowing that this was the last time.

He wrapped his arm around his husband's back for the last time, deepened the kiss for the last time, brushed his thumb over Jeremiah's cheek for the last time. Jeremiah smiled against Bubba's lips for the last time, and Bubba smiled back for the last time.

The kiss left a lingering taste of copper and something else, something more brackish, on his tongue.

The hand around his neck fell onto the ground and Jeremiah's eyes glossed over. Bubba pulled away. The copper taste remained.

The rising and falling of Jeremiah's chest lulled. Bubba pulled Jeremiah's head to his chest and sobbed.

By some miracle, Bubba survived the war. The farm waited patiently for their return, but only he returned. Time more or less healed everything—at least, that was what Bubba told those around him.

The truth was, no matter how many times he brushed his teeth or how many pills he took, he couldn't get that damn copper taste out of his mouth.

[musubiki]

thinking about another cute thing because im too busy with school and work to draw..

lime right after realizing he has a thing for mochi, stressing out and moping around because "I don't even know what kinda guys she likes..."

and when oscar and coco eventually wring this out of him, oscar straight up rips the rug out from under him by calling mochi over and saying "Hey Mochi, what kind of guys are you into?"

meanwhile lime trying not to obviously lose his shit and show all his cards right there, trying to be cool while stealing glances at mochi while she thinks it over. eventually she goes "I would like...someone sweet."

lime immediately plants his face into his desk, because the only thing he can think is "I DON'T STAND A CHANCE!!!!!" mopes around zoning out the rest of the day being sad about it, thinking along the lines of "She likes sweet guys? So she's into the soft boy type? How the hell am I supposed to have a shot with her?? My whole identity is bullying her and being an ass to everyone else. I guess I could overhaul my whole personality... ugh, but what if she hates that? Why couldn't she be into irritable dumbasses who can't get their shit straight? Of course she wouldn't like that. I guess its fair, she's a sweet girl, she would want someone whose sweet like that too--"

and the whole time his brain is rattled with all this bullshit hes going about the day doing normal lime things. opening doors for her. giving her little snacks. lending her his jacket. helping her pick up her moms groceries. little nonsense that's so normalizes and hes so used to doing them that he doesnt realize thats what she was talking about

[90108s]

HAPPY 0913005!!!!!!

HAPPY 091305........ 😭😭😭😨😨😨🙁🙁🙁🤧🤧🤧

[wish-i-were-heather]

so uh i learned something about myself today

[5hark-byt3]

[Deep Cut airhorn SFX SPECIFICALLY THE DEEP CUT O-]

Oghhh guys on a canvas guys on a canvas I drew the guys on a canvas except for OTH bc I can never think of anything funny for yhem

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

oh i just felt my stomach drop. no...