#why are you at the wake?

[bluntandsaucy]

my tears ricochet but it's kevin day and riko

[stil-lindigo]

frankly, the people whose kneejerk reaction to bisan asking for a global strike form the 21st-28th is to say that it takes years to organize a general strike are really unhelpful! no one is saying otherwise, but palestine will be a smoking crater if we all wait for years to do anything - bisan is asking us to do something now. Like are we only supposed to do something if we can do it perfectly??? At some point it’s a valid critique about the work that goes into social movement, and at another point I feel like some people are just trying to absolve themselves from not putting any effort into observing a week of economic inaction.

like idk! I get it, okay! People have bills to pay that don’t magically go away for a strike, we don’t have nearly enough social infrastructure in place to support people to fully stop going to work for a week. But fuck, dude! Stop immediately responding in such a defeatist way! Cut out unnecessary purchases! Try to shop local! Put more effort into promoting Palestinian voices online! Attend a protest, call a local rep, do something!

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[arttuff]

he's going to have the worst rash under his mask when he wakes up

[bertoyana]

You've never looked more beautiful, darling.

X-Men: First Class (2011) Dir. Matthew Vaughn

[ameliadoesstuff]

something about s1-3 zane is just. oh this guy is so silly and friend-shaped. look at his friendly boy swag. like????? how could you ever hate him. the ultimate silly

not to hate on his titanium era because frankly it is very cool. but the essence of s1-3 zane is unique and uncapturable. he is just a little guy you can put in your pocket. his default facial expression is so inherently funny. there are no thoughts behind these eyes. i would trust him with my life.

[fluffyartbl0g]

Holy crap this is like world record breaking pace guys

Speedrun/Time Travel AU masterlist

[fairsweetlonging]

it's so funny and meta to me that shen yuan keeps scolding himself for saving luo binghe because binghe has the "protagonist halo" and thus can never die, while being the exact plot convenience that saves the protagonist from dying

shen yuan keeps expecting another beam to fall down not realizing that he himself is the beam that falls down to save luo binghe

[zephyrchama]

📞

(Obey Me! mini fic. Contains suggestive content but is overall SFW)

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“How are my brothers doing?”

Lucifer’s voice sounded a little grainy over the phone. He must have been far away, or something somewhere was causing magical interference to the connection. It was nice that he had time to call and check in on things.

“Everything’s great,” you confided. Things had been really calm in his absence and you felt confident the house would still be standing by the time he returned home. “We just finished watching a movie. Belphegor fell asleep midway through, of course. Everyone else-”

“Hey…” Asmodeus interrupted, leaning into your shoulder and putting his cheek against yours. His voice sounded extra raunchy. “I told you, if you keep touching me like that…”

”Asmo, I’m on the phone.”

“You’re going to make me… Hnngh…” He dug an obnoxious smile into your shoulder while continuing to make questionable noises.

You were about to apologize to Lucifer, but a yell from the other room made you jump. Asmodeus tried to repress a giggle as Satan’s voice rang out, loud and clear, “Oh no! I just knocked over Lucifer’s cursed record collection!”

You hadn’t heard any crashes, nothing to indicate property damage had occurred. Thankfully, Satan’s good conscious wanted to keep you out of real trouble more than he wanted to torment Lucifer. That didn’t prevent him from sarcastically lamenting, “wow! I accidentally stepped on a bunch and crushed them even more! That sucks. Oh well.”

A deep inhale, and a deep exhale. You remained calm. They were messing around.

The chewing noises that had been a constant all evening were suddenly gone. You cast a suspicious glance at Beelzebub on the next couch over.

“We’re out of food,” he complained. The fridge had been filled to bursting that morning and there were two half-full bags of chips still in his lap. Belphegor lay face-down next to his twin with an open container of demonic chip dip balanced on his back.

“Don’t worry! Yer big bro’ll take care of everythin’! How many roasted griffon do you want delivered? Ten? Or should we go full catering?”

Mammon, back from his bathroom break, was fast on the uptake when it came to causing mischief. He wasted no time in flaunting money he didn’t have while Beelzebub decided now was a good time to eat those chips. Mammon made sure to stand right behind you so his voice would carry into the receiver. “I’m always takin’ good care of my little bros, aren’t I? Lucifer oughta put me in charge next time.”

Somebody snorted. You weaseled an arm out from under Asmodeus to rub your forehead. “Come on, guys.”

“Mammon, where did you find Lucifer’s backup credit card? I thought that was for emergencies only!” Leviathan cupped his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice. All the while, Satan kept shouting, “oops! Broke that, too!” and Asmodeus carried on with his lewd noises.

You held your mouth as close to the phone as possible, helplessly trying to block out the idiots. “You trust me, right?”

“Of course. I’m glad you’re taking care of things, everyone sounds like they’re having fun.” Rather than mad, Lucifer sounded amused. There was a fondness in his voice. “Though, if the house is truly in dire straights, I have no choice but to come straight home without stopping for souvenirs. Be sure to convey that for me.”

You were happy to announce, “Lucifer’s not getting you guys any souvenirs if you keep it up.”

The tomfoolery stopped immediately.

“Whuh?” “No way!” “Does that include picking up dinner?” “My limited edition goods!” “He can’t do that!”

The cacophony of complaints almost caused you to miss the grainy voice over the phone. It said, “I don’t like being away from you for this long. I’ll need you to give a one-on-one report of everything that happened as soon as I get back. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

There was a click, and the line went silent. You set the phone aside. The previously energetic gang looked anxious knowing that their big brother could be upset, even though they brought this upon themselves. Satan carried in a disc, in mint condition, muttering about how he found the sequel and will put it on.

“He’s still going to get us gifts, right?” Leviathan asked. You shrugged.

[consume-me-you-coward]

YELLOWJACKETS THEORY: (pretty much unconfirmed canon tbh)

JACKIE FAKED HER DEATH TO GET OUT OF PAYING CHILD SUPPORT FOR CALLIE AFTER THEY DID IT RAW

My evidence: >>>

She is clearly JackieShauna’s love child, the casting department honestly made it a little too obvious if I'm being honest, like she has Shauna’s colouring but that’s Jackie’s face

[morganbritton132]

The first time Steve and Eddie ever talk to each other is in the nurse’s office because Eddie had a bloody nose and Steve is…dying? Eddie thinks he might be dying. Eddie thinks that Steve Harrington is going to die while the nurse left to call his parents and everybody is going to blame him.

Steve’s face is still pretty fucked up from whatever happened between him and Billy so Eddie thinks it’s probably painful to have his arm draped across his face like that.

“Please don’t die.”

Steve lifts his arm just enough to squint at Eddie in the dimly lit room, “Huh?”

“If you’re going to die, do it when the nurse is here so no one thinks it’s my fault,” Eddie says.

Steve just stares at him a little longer than them hums to himself, “Aura.”

“Huh?”

“Not dying, migraine,” Steve says into his arm. “Start of one. Gonna be bad in like, thirty minutes.”

Eddie watches Steve swallow thickly like he’s trying hard not to throw up and thinks that it looks pretty bad now, but he shrugs. He pats Steve on the leg, “Least your mom will pick you up before then.”

Steve snorts and it looks painful with his nose still messed up, “Fat chance. M’parents aren’t in town.”

“Oh…” Eddie hums and then makes an impulsive suggestion. “I could take you home.”

“…Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

Wait. What? He wasn’t supposed to take him up on that, “Really?”

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

happy that we met each other now 'til the very end for @cosmicdreamgrl | cr. namuspromised

[benoits-neckerchieves]

Guyssss more new pics ‼️

Daniel Craig as Benoit Blanc on the set of Wake Up Dead Man (via @ springhousese on Twitter / X).

[egophiliac]

(incoherent bird soldier screeching)

okay, I'm ready, I'm totally ready, I --

(even more incoherent bird soldier screeching)

[ezralva]

These panels will never stop crushing me

Choso, the eldest brother who, in every single second of his life, only thinks about his little brothers and nothing else.

[pinksilvace]

ROTATING HIM IN MY HEAD AT AN ACCELERATING VELOCITY