#where are you pulling that gun from???

[letsgobarbs]

looking for Pedro Pascal pics on pinterest is always a nice lil rabbit hole bc:

LMFAO WHAT ARE THOSE SANDALS HAHAHAHAHAHA bbygrl out there wearing kolapuri chappals LMFAO

Also:

[seaglassdinosaur]

Hoping wishing praying begging that Kenny doesn’t get put in a relationship with a cop.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

AH. So that's why they put that content warning. I see!

[lale-txt]

Lale !! <33333 I hope you're doing well love!!!! It's your turn for some infiltration and I have a few people on your list!!! Namely, Oikawa, Omi, Osamu! :D

in the most sfw way possible I think Oikawa likes taking showers together and gets a watterfall shower head so you can both be warm at the same time

I think he does complain about the temp you set though

is your hair long? yes, but he loves washing it for you because it just feels so intimate to him

Now- guys

Argentina Oikawa??? oh yes oh my

He hears through the grapevine that you like the look of gold jewelry against tan skin

Now, he naturally starts getting a tan and then asks Iwa for advice on jewelry and gets rings and necklaces

I think he likes thin jewelry not chunky

He always has a hairtie or scrunchie on his wrist methinks because he likes tying your hair for you!!!!

Calls your terms of endearment in Spanish! :D

Okay Sakusa time !!!

Now, as mentioned in the discord he doesn't bring up marriage until after he retires

Now he has the horrible though of dying his hair when he gets his first grey streak and you have to fight thee hair dye out of his hand

Keeps his hair longer because he likes the feeling of your nails scratching his scalp

Calls you "dumbass and idiot" in an affectionate way. Like his voice is always warm when he says it even though he's sighing

I don't think he's a big pda person but I think if he's jealous that all goes out the window

He's grabbing you and pulling you close and kissing you in front of the person

the gentleman that he is he always holds your door open for you

Loves neck kisses

giving or receiving he doesn't care, although receiving them makes him shiver a little ngl

Wants to cry /pos when you kiss the moles on his forehead

Osamu time guys!!! <33

When you accidentally like run into things he'll llaugh a little bit and go "make sure to watch where you're going darling." and holds your hand

Okay food safety? Idk what that is

He has a carnal urge to pull you into the dry storage and make out with you in there

He comes out with his lips red and puffy from kissing you and you come out with hickeys on your neck

do I think he has tattoos? yes one, it's matching with you and I think he got it over his heart and it's a lily and you got a Lavendar since it's the companion plant of lilies <3 :3

I think he has messy handwriting to the point where it's really hard to tell what he's writing because he writes it so quick

When the two of you are laying in bed he traces words on your back and makes you guess (usually just repeats 'I love you')

can only look at you with a lovesick gaze lol

I used your own list against you mawahaha <3 I hope you enjoyed these, more to come for your birthday more than likely <3 :D

-lots of love Kai <3

how this message found me

[son1c]

I just. I love Fibula and Femur because they fit the "you came back different" shtick so well. Not wrong, but different. Femur recognizes that Fibula is very different from the brother she remembers, and she both loves it for him and hates how his past still seems to be weighing him down. She loves that he's finally getting to cast aside the burdens the world placed on him and do what he wants for once, even if it makes him seem very far from the quiet brother she once knew. But she also hates how he's being manipulated by Eggman, how his gratitude for being brought back to life is being twisted against him in a similar way to how his good and helpful nature was twisted against him before he died. She just wants to see him happy, no matter how much he's changed.

(Thank you for giving me brainrot over your blorbos, because I always need more loved ones dealing with one of them getting brought back to life plots.)

LITERALLY LITERALLY!!! she JUST wants him to be HAPPY!!!!!

[tvckerwash]

sharing some bits and bobs from a wash (and sort of tex) centric one shot I'll hopefully finish someday just because:

The second the barrage of bullets being directed at them by the two chain-gunners stopped, Wash and York were on their feet. Dashing out from behind the concrete pillars they’d been using for cover they ran across the catwalk to enter the main complex.

“We’re all clear, Carolina. We’ll be dark in less than sixty.” York said into his comm, cutting the connection at her confirmation.

When they reached the hallway York turned towards Wash. “Hey, if you’re still going after C.T, a word of advice: Do not get in Tex’s way.” He warned. “Seriously, do NOT do it.”

Wash rolled his eyes.

“Thanks for the tip.”

+

Wash was used to cleaning up after others—if they couldn't do it right, then he would—but it wasn't like Carolina of all people to be so sloppy.

+

The moment he had seen the split second shimmer that rushed past him straight into the line of fire with Carolina hot on its heels, he had known. He had known—There was only ever one outcome with Texas involved, and he wasn’t dumb enough to believe for even a second that his silent prayers for her to fail just once were ever going to be answered.

But…

But—

A string in the back of his mind he hadn’t realized was taut snapped.

The casual admittance, the lack of care, the complete disregard for Connie’s life in her words forced him to a halt as a familiar feeling violently rushed to the surface.

He'd stuck his neck out for Texas, Connie had stuck her neck out for Texas, and this was how she repaid their kindness?

For a moment, he genuinely entertained the thought of killing her.

+

Wash let muscle memory guide him as he stripped off the many protective layers of titanium nanocomposite plating. He kept on the Kevlar bodysuit, choosing to forgo a shirt and just throw on his Freelancer-issued fatigues. He slammed his locker closed with his right foot, resting it on the vertical surface so he could lace up his boot, he then did the same with his left.

Standing up, he took a moment to scour over his mental map of the ship. He decided that he’d go down to R & D, cut through Armor Processing to take a detour up to the observation deck, and loop his way back to the locker room via the maintenance halls. That way, he wouldn’t have to pass through Recovery and, consequently, get dragged into a mildly uncomfortable conversation with Florida.

+

He turned a corner and abruptly stopped as he found himself standing in front of the leaderboard that was just outside the locker room. As he was bathed in its blue light, he recalled the words Connie had said to him all those months ago following Texas’ arrival.

"Don't forget to check your place on that list, Wash."

He didn’t even have to scan the list to find his name. His eyes darted to 5th place, and there it was, just like always.

It almost felt as though the digital display was mocking him in a way, taunting him by bringing all of his silent doubts and quiet insecurities to the forefront of his mind.

Is this how Connie had felt when it first started getting to her head?

Is this how all of the others felt?

He frowned at the thought, moving to sit on the oh-so conveniently placed bench.

+

The sound of armored footsteps broke him out of his thoughts and he reflexively looked up expecting to see Carolina—but instead of Carolina, he found himself staring at a face he had never seen before.

Said mystery face stared right back at him.

A quick glance at the armor color told him it was Texas, but his mind was short circuiting as he struggled to process the fact that Agent Texas actually had a face that wasn't her helmet.

Had he really never seen it before?

+

She had silky wheat blonde hair slicked back into one of those tight, headache inducing buns, fair skin with a light dusting of freckles across her nose, sharp cheekbones, a nicely defined jawline, and the bluest blue eyes he's ever seen.

She was an attractive woman in a girl next door kind of way. If he had to describe it, she had one of those faces where if he were to pass her on the street he wouldn't be stunned speechless and completely awestruck by her beauty, but he would find his gaze lingering on her a little longer than necessary.

All in all, it was a perfectly normal face, despite her good looks though, Wash couldn’t help the vague sense of unease he felt as he stared at her. There was just something that triggered an unsettling sense of wrongness in the back of his brain, like her features were trying too hard to come across as natural, and in doing so it only made them look more artificial.

+

“So, uh, how's the wrist?” He asked, trying to break the ice and shift the silence between them from awkward into something more casual. This technique admittedly didn't always work with this group, but he tried.

“...Fine.” Texas replied, unconsciously raising her arm from her side so she could thumb at her wrist with her other hand. “This arm isn't real, so there's no permanent damage.”

He hated himself for feeling disappointed about that.

+

“Con—C.T, knew the risks that her actions would bring.” He said, turning away from Texas in an effort to hide some of the bitterness that seeped from his voice. “You were just doing your job and following orders.”

[larrythefloridaman]

I think its very funny that the majestic kerfuffle guys have no context for crimson except that she was one of the people that orchestrated their ability to escape their crumbling universe. Like theyre not the only ones- that was mark's experience with them before the constants fiasco- but they just like. Dont know. what crimson's generally been like. thats just The Guy That Saved Them. Positive tinged blank slate.

Meanwhile, the OG kerfuffle people who Know:

[ceramicbeetle]

another noteworthy thing about Hawkeye’s anti-gun monologue in Officer of the Day is that Frank does concede the argument by taking the gun out of the holster himself before giving it back to Hawkeye

[binnybinnychickendinny]

when does monty get to pull out the hockey gun and shoot the refs

[m1ckeyb3rry]

GUESS WHO FINALLY CAUGHT UP W THE BLLK MANGA 🤩

[compacflt]

I’m sorry if my question has like a very obvious answer (that I obliviously failed to pick-up on, while reading your marvelous story), but what exactly did Pete mean when he said that Goose was his first?

its so funny you ask this cause I was just writing something about this yesterday. No there’s not really an obvious answer because i was trying to keep it intentionally vague. I feel like (tho i have my own thoughts) outright saying anything too bold about Mav & Gooses relationship is… idk it feels kind of morally questionable to commit to paper because of how it positions carole. Carole is already SUCH a tragic figure in both movies (and in the fic i wrote): she lost everything, she is to blame for the emotional turmoil of TGM, and yet she gets written out of the narrative (FRIDGED!!!) & is never given a chance to explain herself. She has no agency in the story anyway, she is literally just a scapegoat. So no matter whether Goose was the first man Mav ever slept with, or Goose was the first man Mav ever loved (both of which are 100% valid readings, and both of which would’ve still occurred during Goose & Carole’s relationship), it’s still CAROLE who’s getting fucked over here. AGAIN.

(Also? I have no idea if I’ve been reading this scene wrong this whole time, but the whole “Goose, even you could get laid in a place like this” / “I’d be happy to find a girl who’d talk dirty to me” feels… not good. Feels bad. And the $20 bet—are they both partaking in that? Isn’t that how bets work? Whoever gets an on-the-premises lay first gets $20? Or is he just betting MAV can’t get laid? Bet aside, I don’t know—the whole thing just makes me sad on Carole’s behalf. She is 100% the most tragic character in the franchise already, this casual “wish i were with a girl who’d talk dirty to me” just makes it worse)

But Goose was definitely Mav’s first SOMETHING. Even canon-goose knows mav isn’t straight (“of a lady this time”). I was kind of trying to insinuate that my Mav confessed he was in love with/at the very least LOVED Goose to Charlie, and that’s part of the reason she left (“Of course I loved him, of course” / “He didn’t know who he was and neither did she”) but yeah there’s no easy answer. Up to you. Do with all that info what you will.

[bmpmp3]

ive mentioned this before but i really do love my key rat so much. i need to try to reverse engineer how this thing was constructed. i need to know how he was created

[tlatia-the-radiant]

- @askthecaptiangeneral

I will club you to death with your own fucking femur

[orcelito]

ok im also going to make a doc compiling every bit of proof about Plant Powers as i can find. aka anything that's Not Quite Human (starting with the way Vash literally counts the bullets in a Hail around him to know most of the gunmen are out of bullets) & then sort out what sorts of abilities each bit of proof falls under.

my notes documents are Growing In Number

[kogo-dogo]

Okay, so. Yesterday, my spouse's cat (my beloved, furry stepdaughter) was suddenly very sick. Spouse had the car on the opposite end of the state for work, so I walked down the road to the local vet. Unfortunately, she needed to be rushed to the emergency vet in the next town over, so I had to order an Uber and cross my fingers.

Enter Donald, a gay Puerto Rican man who rolls up in an electric Kia with a rainbow Zelda shirt. I know he is Puerto Rican because that is the theme of his car's decor. He's probably in his late forties. He's gushing over the cat but his demeanor changes when I tell him how sick she is and how I need to get her to the ER. He solemnly informs me, "I'll take care of it," and RIPS out of the parking lot of my building.

Dude is flooring it. The entire time he is sending his husband text-to-speech messages about, "Going to the vet, do you want me to go in and talk to them?" He informs me that he actually needed to go speak to the vet at this clinic anyway--his dog who he just had to put down yesterday went there for renal failure treatments--and that "fate brought us together." He tells the cat to hang in there, that, "Girl, I will take care of you."

He turns on his emergency blinkers. He's weaving through traffic like he used to professionally race. Any gap he sees, he takes it. It is terrifying but I am in awe.

We get to blocked traffic because it is rush hour. He asks me if I trust him. I tell him, "I guess I have to in this situation," and he nods and swings into the shoulder, guns it, whips around the traffic, and takes off on a side road. The GPS means nothing to him. He knows exactly where he's going and he is beating the traffic jams for the sake of the cat. She can't wait.

When we pull into the vet clinic, he goes in with me. As my cat is taken in, he asks me if I want to see pictures of his late dog. He shows me a picture of a chihuahua in a bow tie and it is the cutest fucking dog I've ever seen. He tells me how his husband is a dog trainer and the dog had been around the world, and that this vet is a good one and my cat will be fine.

I compliment his shirt and he nods like Arnold at the end of Terminator 2. Then he just marches out the door.

Anyway. The cat is staying overnight at the emergency vet but seems to be doing fine aside from not wanting to eat. Apparently, this is a $2.5k case of "your cat has a cold and is constipated, and what you thought was respiratory distress was her gagging on snot while nauseous." We pick her up sometime today.

Wherever you are, thank you, Donald. My spouse left you a tip higher than the cost of the trip because you are awesome and your dedication to our cat was inspiring. 10/10, I would endanger myself on the road with you again.

[punkrorschach]

ive said it before and i'll say it again but carrying a weapon does not make you safer, it gives the person assaulting you a free weapon. i know we live in a time where fear is profitable and the cute pink stun guns make feminism sexy but they do not work like you think they do.

there is an extremely slim chance you will be able to deploy the pepper spray/taser/gun in a way that does not harm you at all. pepper spray blows back, guns miss, tasers slip. there is a much much larger chance things go poorly and you end up getting hurt worse than originally intended because now your assailant is pissed and more heavily armed.

im not talking out my ass here, i'm a case manager at a homeless shelter for addicts. we have a lot of violent behavior. none of our staff carry any sort of weapons. we are trained to de-escalate or remove ourselves from the situation. i have worked there over two years without being harmed despite intervening in many fights and having weapons pulled on me.

there is safety in numbers. there is safety in well lit streets and staying on your phone and knowing when to scream and run. there is no safety in "personal defense items".