#who is refusing to admit it!!!

[winepresswrath]

Gabriel and Aziraphale are currently my little guys and they are both so misunderstood. I was prepared for this with Gabriel but some Aziraphale girlies have never had a problematic fave before and it shows.

[funishment-time]

21 YEAR OLD ON SOCIAL MEDIA: ha ha danganronpa is so cringe am i right!!!! anyway here is the most beautifully rendered crying Shuichi Saihara you have ever seen. it will get me the most shares and interactions i've ever gotten on social media. it will become the best selling print i have at Conventions for years to come. i will prostrate myself on the ground in front of you and beg you to forgive me for the crime of liking this good-for-nothing franchise for 12-year-old yaoi girls. i have never heard of a female character. my friends hate me. this is my cross to bear

NICE MIDDLE AGED LADY COSPLAYING AS JUNKO: hey ok man thanks

[everwalldigan]

(Bruce and Jason meeting for the first time after he came back from being presumed dead (lost in the time stream))

Jason: really? Copying my flow and coming back from the dead? Be original. *voice wobbling* you should have stayed dead, we were wayyyyy better off, it was quiet for once *bursts into tears and runs away*

[s0fter-sin]

“simon riley’s dead,” ghost chokes out; bitter resentment coating his tongue. “i’m just wearin’ ‘is corpse.”

mactavish doesn’t shy from his venom; sees through his hiss and doesn’t fear his rotten-fanged bite. he reaches out, pressing the flat of his hand to his breast and ghost damns himself for the way his breath catches; for the way his shoulders curl in around it in a silent plea for it to stay.

“that’s no drum in your chest,” he whispers defiantly.

his hand slowly drags over his chest, coming to rest over his sternum and he feels its possession like a brand against his skin.

“it ain’t bellows inflating your lungs,” he dares and he involuntarily inhales; his body longing to rise to his challenge.

mactavish pushes and he rocks back on his heels just to sway in closer; just to beg for the pressure to chase the phantom weight of six feet of dirt from his bones.

“you’re far from rigor mortis, riley,” he promises and there’s air at ghost’s back instead of decaying wood and infested flesh. “i won’t let the earth take you from me yet.”

[stump-not-found]

hi i joined a magma and didn't realize how fucking large buff me was on the canvas before it was far too fucking late . sorry about that everybody i got lost in the sauce

anyways πronica whatup

[its-fnaf-time-bitches]

I never understand how so many gamers will simplify Alyx dislike towards Judith Mossman and gloss over it as just her being petty when it's so much more nuanced than that.

Alyx lost her mother in the Black Mesa incident, her entire life was uprooted overnight and she was thrown into a chaotic world where she was no longer safe to be a child like she deserves.

And Judith, we know, glorifies the incident, she wasn't there and clearly sees it through the lense of legend, whereas Alyx was there.

And until this point everybody believed gordon, this guy who saved all the people close to Alyx, was dead. And Judith according to alyx, believes the day would have gone differently if she was there.

So here is this woman, who was not there, who talks about what is possibly the worst day of Alyx's life, the day she lost her life, her mother, and treats the whole event like a glory quest. I'd be pissed as shit too, especially if she did this for years.

Now do I think Judith is bad? No, I think she's a nuanced and interesting character. I just also think Alyx's dislike of her is also incredibly story full and nuanced too.

And at the end of the day, we all know the only person who could've replaced gordon that day and survive the same, is Alyx.

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

"There is no excuse for ignorance" fuck you. I wish I could be more gracious about this but fuck you. Nobody is omniscient. Everybody has different time and resources and experiences to learn. The fact that you know more is more down to luck than any inherent superiority on your part: luck to be born in the right education, luck to be educated by the right teachers, luck to hear fragments and to find the truth rather than a lie when you got curious. How dare you look down on those who weren't as lucky as you. How dare you claim that sharing the knowledge you have been given is beneath you.

[justaz]

merlin being so overwhelmed by everything he’s been put under, crumbling under the weight of destiny and being pulled in so many different directions he’s being torn apart, going to the one person who can offer him the most comfort out of everyone, his best friend, his other half. arthur who doesn’t realize whats happening until he turns and sees merlin’s desolate expression and tear filled eyes. merlin going “i know you are king (or prince) and you refuse to call me your friend, but you are mine and i really, really need my friend right now.” and before arthur can manage a word, merlin is stumbling forward into arthur’s arms and pulling him into a desperate hug, muffling his sobs as best he can but arthur can still feel the tears soaking his shoulder. arthur not asking any questions and just wrapping his arms around merlin while he breaks down.

[ghostlycod]

ghost and johnny “I swear to God I’m not gay” mactavish

MDNI ; NSFW

cw: lowkey kinda coercive and dubcon but not reallyyyyyy (ok yes kinda really)

this is not proofread like at all lol

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it’s been three weeks in this dilapidated house, half of it a rubble of concrete, and they haven’t gotten any new orders ever since “stay put and wait for evac” and without orders they can’t leave and it’s been months on this deploy, in the fucking desert, and that new assistant price has got back at the office was driving him mad just before they left and—

and ghost is there. it’s just the two of them together and it’s like one minute soap is easing that fever that’s been burning underneath his skin by talking to ghost about how bad he wants to fuck price’s new assistant and then the next he somehow finds himself with ghost’s fist wrapped around his cock, pumping soap furiously as his precum and ghost’s spit mingle together on his length. the sound is so wet and filthy and loud in the quiet hovel they’ve made into a base. it turns his ears bright red with how utterly debauched the sounds are, how completely wrecked it’s making him, and to make the embarrassment even worse it’s his lieutenant that’s doing this to him—

“I swear ‘m not gay or anything, I’m not-“ he chokes back a sob as ghost flicks his wrist on the next upstroke. “stop it, stop it,” he’s whining desperately, yet his hips thrust back into ghost’s firm hands and soap finds his own hands bunching on ghost’s massive biceps, squeezing them and pulling him closer, noses almost touching as they both huff the same air.

“‘course you’re not.” ghost shushes him. “you just keep talkin’ ‘bout that pretty bird you wanna fuck when we get back.”

and he does, he does wanna fuck the pretty bird as soon as he gets back. pull her into the nearest supply closet or bathroom and stuff her full until she creams on his cock— only every time he thinks about his stupid cock he thinks about how good his lieutenant’s hand feels around it right now and how good the gravel in his voice sounds telling johnny, “there, just like that, that’s a good boy,” and he fucking keens.

“honestly, honestly I swear to god I’m not— stop it, ah, stop it! I’m gonna—“

the bottom of the mask comes up to reveal ghost’s scarred lips as he dips his head down, taking the tip of johnny into his warm, wet mouth.

he cums like an animal, grunting and huffing and clinging to his mate like a lifeline as the searing sensation of ghost’s hot tongue licking his tip hits him in a rush, pushing him over the edge and into pure heaven, out of him own body and floating above himself as he watches ghost suck every drop of his cum from him and swallow.

he floats back down into his body, eyes wild and breathing heavy, still clutching to ghost. he’s pulled the mask back down his face, hiding behind it once more.

“that— that was,” he can’t catch his breath.

“s’alrigh’.” ghost says quietly, rubbing his clean hand against soap’s back as he pulls him in.

“I didnae ask you to do that,” soap mumbles into ghost’s shoulder, trying to catch his breath. “I didnae ask for it. I’m not into that, I’m not.”

“Mhm,” ghost hums as soap huffs into his chest.

whatever you have to tell yourself. ghost thinks. but soap will come around. he knows he will. he’ll resist it now, but he won’t forget how it felt to cum into his mouth, to lose himself just from ghost’s hands. he’ll come back around at some point, begging for more. maybe in the showers when they get back, or in the barracks knocking on his door late at night, or in the gym after they’ve been sparring and ghost has got soap pinned beneath him, perfect for rutting their clothed cocks together until they both cum. yeah, he’ll be back like he’s addicted to it. and then ghost will make him beg for it and gag on it and take it deep. maybe he’ll even take that new, pretty little assistant too. just as a reward for his new pet’s good behavior. he’s seen her, he likes her, he wants her too. she could just become the perfect bait.

[delta-piscium]

Murray, after watching Steve and Eddie for all of five seconds, confidently walks up to them and starts his whole spiel about pining blah blah etc etc, and like, Steve will absolutely not have that, there is no way.

So he snorts, looks at Murray down his nose, and with zero hesitation lies, tells him “We’ve been dating for a month, congrats on seeing the obvious... Or not since you couldn’t tell”

He just hopes Eddie will play along. Steve is sending him the strongest signals with his mind right now, and, just, he knows Eddie can be petty like this too (that’s why he likes him so much, and yeah Murray is a little right but fuck him so much more for it)

Eddie ‘lives for the bit and to fuck with people’ Munson does not disappoint. He slings an arm around Steve and is like “Yeaaahhh wow, real clever observation there buddy.” In the driest tone imaginable

And Murray, well he was sure he was right, still kind of is sure he’s right so he just squints at them for a bit and then breaks out in a wide grin, and only sounds a little sarcastic when he says “Congrats on figuring your shit out yourselves.” 

Except he absolutely does not mean it because he wanted to do that, he likes doing that. And now he's sulking and will watch them so closely because something seems off 

Eddie and Steve, so committed to the bit and to not let Murray win, start fake dating. All while Murray tries to catch them in their lie, and they’re all too stubborn to give up

Murray starts to slowly think he maybe was wrong though because they really seem like a couple. And even though there’s still something there he can’t ignore the proof.

When they straight up make out in front of him, and he can tell that they’re so lost in each other they probably don’t know he’s there he's about to concede

But then after that, they act so weird around each other again? It’s like before but worse and how did the pining get worse when they’re actually openly together? Regularly have their tongues down each other's throats and all?

Meanwhile, Steve and Eddie are going through it because they thought they’d be okay but that kiss was so much, and oh god they don’t think they can do this? But they can’t let Murray win?

A week and a half later at their monthly 'we survived the apocalypse, again' get-together at Hoppers and Joyce’s, Murray just gets enough of how twitchy they are. He grabs them both and locks them in a closet and is like “I don’t wanna know anymore, whatever fight you had or didn’t figure it out”

They sort of stand there shuffling from foot to foot not marking eye contact until Eddie is just like “Oh for fucks sake, I like you for real okay? The bastard was right so can we actually just date? Please?” And all Steve's can do is say "Thank god," while he smiles the most blinding smile and grabs Eddie by his collar pulling him in for a kiss

Fifteen minutes later they come out of the closet (the irony and symbolism is not lost on them) all disheveled and a little too satisfied looking and are met with very loud screaming from all the younger teens, ranging from a simple “Ew!” (Mike) to “Dude we are right here what if we'd heard? Or walked in there and seen?” (Dustin)

They’re lucky they’re too distracted by this to see Murray's self-satisfied smirk because if they did they would have pretend broken up and there would have been another month of sneaking around but this time actually dating and pretending they weren’t

[trappedinafantasy37]

"Oh, I don't like Minthara cause she's mean to the other companions."

Shut up. All of the companions are mean to each other. Did you just like, completely skip over the passive aggressive comments between Shadowheart and Lae'zel throughout all of Act 1? Did you just skip over the confrontation in which the two of them actively try to kill each other in the gayest, most homoerotic way possible? Or did you just make an exception for Minthara and decided she's the only one not allowed to be mean? Larian had to de-bitchify Shadowheart cause she supposedly was too mean in EA, and she's still a bitch in the release version (and I love her for it). For fucks sake, Astarion is the fan favorite and one of the reasons is because he's an ass to everyone.

"But but her third son comment to Gale is so mean and cruel!" Shadowheart literally tells Astarion he deserves to be publicly executed. You do not have a problem with companions being assholes to each other, you just don't like it when Minthara does it for whatever dumb reason.

Just another example that shows that people have either 1) never recruited her and don't know the full context of her comments and miss out on all the positive things she has to say for all the companions and/or 2) hold her to a standard that they do not hold the rest of the cast to when they are all guilty of the same shit.

To me, this is just a lazy excuse for someone who doesn't actually have a valid reason to dislike Minthara.

[everwalldigan]

It is actually HILARIOUS to me how different Dick and Jason’s coping mechanisms are😭 like I’m reading battle for the cowl and the sheer polarising reactions to Bruce’s death are giving me whiplash.

Dick, just lost his second father figure, youngest brother almost got killed by his crazed brother, his third brother going out dressed like 80s Batman, Gotham city falling apart at the seams, literally burning to the ground: this is fine

Jason: IM GONNA FUCKING KILL ALL OF YOU

[kazelnoot]

he makes me so unbearably sad like Actually. Every time i think about him i take one gazillion psychic damage he makes me want to cry and eat drywall

[qteachoice]

Donghun & Wow | PINATA [Music Bank]

[elliewiltarwyn]

Febhyurary Day #2: Flame

"I don't know what made us do it. I don't know how we knew to do it. But as they swept over us, Longhart leapt forward and braced her shield, and the flames of temperance began diverting. I hurried to assist, extending my aether in a barrier to cover her, the other two adventurers with us, and myself. And..."

"I'll be frank: Longhart and I have not endeared ourselves to each other so far. She's been annoying and preachy, too damn sure of herself to a fault, to the point where she will brook no pushback from me. It has been immensely frustrating to work with her, and I don't see it getting any easier."

"...But Matron's tits, she was a hell of a sight to behold, shielding us all from the mindbending flames... and on some level, I'm glad she was there to protect us. ...Ugh, I can't ever let her know I thought that, let alone wrote it."

--from the journal of Elilgeim "Ellie" Wiltarwyn, Second Astral Moon, 23rd Sun, 1577 6UE

bonus shots of the party that took down Ifrit

[xxplastic-cubexx]

sorry just got reminded of the entirety of uncanny x-men #309 and how it's charles having a therapy session with himself about his love life and desires and how he kept sacrificing himself and his wants for The Cause and the whole time he imagines erik to represent his innermost thoughts in the form of a therapist to have him unravel all this