#you bet you lose

[husk-says-no]

Husk Hot Take:

Y’know what never gets old? Watchin’ some cocky bastard waltz into a casino like they’re the main character of a damn movie. Seen it happen plenty hack in my hayday in my casino. Every fuckin’ time, it wqs the same routine—some low-level demon with an ego bigger than their bankroll strolls in, actin’ like they’re about to clean me out. Talkin’ big, flashin’ stolen cash, thinkin’ luck is on their side.

Buddy, I was luck. I owned luck. And if you thought you were gonna walk outta my place with more than you came in with, you deserved every second of that slow, humiliatin’ financial collapse.

It always starts the same way—first, they win a few rounds, get cocky, start thinkin’ they’re hot shit. That’s how you bait ‘em. Let ‘em taste victory. Let ‘em believe they got a system. Then, little by little, the house takes it back. Every chip. Every last cent. You ever see a guy go from high-roller swagger to realizin’ he just lost his soul and his dignity in one hand of blackjack? Beautiful. Poetry.

I’ve had demons throw tantrums, start beggin’, tryin’ to cheat—like I wouldn’t immediately catch that shit. One guy once even tried to sell me his ‘eternal loyalty’ like I didn’t already have a hundred other dumbasses in debt to me. Newsflash, kid, your loyalty ain’t worth the ash you’re made of.

The house don’t just win—the house takes. And it takes everything.

You wanna play with the big boys? You better come packin’ more than just arrogance and daddy’s stolen inheritance, ‘cause I didn't do refunds.

🎰 The House Always Wins, Dumbass 🎰

[plumprin]

Bad dream

Don't worry, it will be fine, right? You always come out on top! You always survive, right? This must all just be a bad dream, and you will wake up soon!

After all, you have to take care of Grim.

[shittybundaskenyer]

And they ask me // Is it going good in the garden? // I say I'm lost but I beg no pardon

[dreamsteddie]

Stretch Zone

I was feeling inspired and wrote the first little bit of this Yoga Steve Steddie and Buckingham au I was playing with yesterday. Not sure if I'll continue with it, but I had some dialogue floating around in my head and wanted to let it out.

I'm not really experienced in writing dialogue so my apologies if it came out weird.

Part Two

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Steve thinks Robin is being ridiculous, but at the same time, he knows firsthand how far someone will go for a crush. Robin calls him a “loverboy” which, is not completely off the mark but feels unnecessary to point out right after Steve gets ghosted…again.

But that’s beside the point. The point being that Robin has been going off about how she cornered herself into going to an intermediate yoga class to try and woo the cute girl who sits in front of her in her mandatory Writing 212 class. Apparently, Robin got a full two minutes of conversation in with said girl, a real feat since Robin usually spends the whole class psyching herself up to talk to her and then chickens out and dashes out the door as soon as class lets out. During said conversation, Robin found out Chrissy is a yoga instructor at the rec off campus, which resulted in Robin blurting out that she’s been meaning to take up yoga again (she’s never been) and that she’ll stop by a class sometime.

Which leads to now.

“-and I’ve never done yoga! I’ve never even thought about yoga except for that one time my hippie aunt Jen came to stay with us for a week and took up the entire living room every morning to do her weird stretches-” breath “and you know how clumsy I am! I’m going completely fall on my face and the angel that is Chrissy Cunningham is going to know that I’m a failed jock with no coordination and she’ll never fall in love with me!” she finally stops, taking a big heaving breath.

Steve, used to these occasional Robin Buckley rants had been leaning against the breakfast bar letting her go on for the last three and a half minutes. Sometimes it’s just better to let her get it out first.

“You done?” Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m done,” she replies, flopping on the sofa behind her like all the wind has gone out of her sails. Steve hates to see her upset, but at the end of the day, it’s an easy fix.

“Sweet. So I’ll just go with you alright? And when you completely biff it and fall on your face I’ll just,” he steps away from the bar and mimes falling onto the couch next to her, ignoring her over-exaggerated oof, “fall even harder, or whatever. Make a whole scene of it.” Robin glares a little at the when, but ultimately can’t be upset when they both know it’s inevitable.

“Seriously?” she asks, eyes big and blue in a way that always makes Steve want to punch a wall. He doesn’t. Only did it once when they were both supremely drunk and feeling emotional, but he does wrap his arms around her narrow shoulders.

“Eh, why not? Maybe I’ll even find a cool yoga babe of my own to woo,” he says waggling his brows in a way that makes her scrunch up her nose.

“As if Harrington. I bet you’ll fall even more than me. You’re big jock muscles aren’t designed for flexibility,” she says with a faux pretentious accent.

“We’ll see about that, Buckley.”

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Steve, much to Robin’s chagrin, does not fall on his face. Well, he does once, but it’s only because he’s following through on his promise to crash out for her when she falls on her face. Which she does almost as soon as Chrissy gives the instruction to lift their left leg while in downward dog. Unfortunately, it only worked the first time. The second time Robin crashed down, Steve wasn’t in a safe position to fall with her. By the time he was, the moment had passed. Luckily it’s nearing the end of the class when it happens and Chrissy mercifully releases them to relax into a corpse pose which, if you asked Robin, was perfectly fitting given the situation.

Steve though.

Steve really enjoyed the class.

Robin was right when he said his usual exercise regime wasn’t necessarily focused on flexibility and balance, but he finds yoga challenging in a gentler way than basketball or swimming. By the end of the day, he’s signing up for the full 12-week course and talking to Chrissy about what kind of equipment he should invest in.

“The most important thing is the grip. Mine was really expensive but I use it for work so I wouldn’t get the same one unless you’re planning to use it every day. If you’re comfortable giving me your number, I can send you some links to more reasonably priced ones.” Wow, Steve gets why Robin likes her so much. She’s like a walking ray of sunshine. Part of him wonders if she’s hitting on him, but she seems like she genuinely wants to help, not take him on a date.

“Sure, yeah, that would be great. Let me just…” he pulls out his phone and unlocks it, handing it over to the girl in front of him. She puts in her name and number, which, is always good. Steve is so bad with names he wouldn’t want to spell it wrong and give Robin another reason to make fun of him. She hands it back and Steve is getting ready to say his goodbyes and go hunt down Robin, who fled as soon as the class went out, but Chrissy starts talking before he can.

“You came with Robin, right? Robin Buckley?” She blurts out, clearly nervous. “We’re in class together but I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you!” It’s not that Steve thinks she’s lying, but there’s an undercut of something that makes him think Robin might not be alone in her pining.

“Yeah, we came in together.” He lets it hang, watching as her shoulders slump a little. “But we’re not dating or anything. I’m, uh, not really her type.” Her eyes go a little wide at his emphasis on type, perking up at the knowledge that Robin isn’t dating.

Oh yeah, he thinks, she’s got it just as bad.

[prlssprfctn]

This panel is so important to me. But aside of the obvious (that Jason mourned both of his parents; father, too, since Bruce grew distant, making him ache for the only people that were his family from the beginning), I also love the implication that Jason spoke with Alfred about his family even prior to that.

It is obvious that Bruce didn't at all, but Alfred says "avoids talking about his family lately", which means that he easily did it before.

I wonder if Alfred was the only person, aside Jason, who bore memories about Catherine and Willis before they become tragedies. If Jason told him that in the better days, before cancer, addictions and even bankruptcy, Catherine read his all kind of books she liked herself. That Jane Austen was her favourite, and it was no surprise that Jason loved her nowadays too, almost religiously so. That before things went down to the south, Willis did maths homework with him, eyes squinted at pages (his sight got worse with the years, but he refused to buy glasses) as he instructed Jason on how to resolve this equation, a faint memory of his own youth coming in lazy waves. How they took him to the walks around Gotham, to the amusement parks, and even circus.

I wonder if sometimes Jason visits Alfred on Catherine's death anniversaries, because though Alfred didn't know Catherine Todd, he knew what kind of the person she was. And this is better than nothing; better than people only remembering her as a victim of OD.

[sleepie-storm]

ace attorney doodle page i made ages ago and forgot to post. oopsies

i love these freaks sm i need them injected in my blood stream.

[bread-that-draws]

Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you

[rhiangalaxy]

I wonder what Binghe's gonna tell him 👀(IAC pt.3) (First/Prev/Next)

[ID: A Scum Villain Comic. Panel one depicts Chibi!Plant Yuan looking up with a grin towards Chibi!Luo Binghe while reaching his hand to cover LBH's hand on his shoulder. He says, "So...Is Binghe ready?" to which LBH replies with a nervous expression "This Binghe admits he's a little nervous." SY turns to hold onto LBH's shoulder and arm and says "Nonsense! You'll do great!" LBH with his hands held up to his chest responds "A'Yuan really thinks so?" In a non-chibi style, SY holds a hand up to cradle LBH's face (who is facing away from the viewer with a heavy blush) and says "I know so. No one can beat Binghe."

Panel two is completely in chibi style. SY reaches up to his hair saying, "But! If Binghe is still nervous... I know what will help!" SY takes out his hairpin causing his hair to fall down fully, with a bright closed eye smile says "You can have my hairpin! Think of it like a good luck charm!" A very flustered LBH has his fist slightly raised in front of his chest and sputters out "But that's precious to A'Yuan! I can't just take it!!" A smaller LBH as if his thoughts looks very flustered with his hands cupping his face going "omg his hair is down..."

Panel three is in chibi style. SY looks towards LBH amused saying "Silly Binghe... It's not taking if I'm giving it to you. If it makes you feel better just give it back after the Conference!" A tiny flustered LBH has his fingers pointed together with a meek "okay..." LBH holds the hairpin and looks towards it with a lovestruck look, saying "Thank you A'Yuan..." He then looks up determinedly and says "This one promises to win the Conference for you!"

Panel four is not in chibi style. LBH looks flustered to the side, nervously saying "And when I do... I have something important to tell you. So wait for me okay?" SY smiles brightly responding "Binghe doesn't even need to ask. Good luck! I'll be cheering for you." A caption appears saying "Later..." now showing LBH with SY's hairpin in his ponytail. He raises a hand to rest on his chest looking down thinking "Okay Binghe, It's time to make A'Yuan proud." End ID]

[imaginaryprotagonist]

We as a society do not pop off enough about young Jackles playing a dude in a throuple with the original Dr Sexy, Mr Patrick Dempsey himself. Whose name in the movie is Cass! I mean, come on!

[ominouspuff]

Continuing this fix-it AU where Commander Fox springboards off the deep end into a full-on rebellion, featuring unlikely allies belatedly finding out they are allies far too late to stop being allies but then again it’s never too late not to throw a terrifyingly destructive fit about it (Maul)

Close-up’s under the cut

[mrsthunderkin]

Pucker up, buttercup.

[unionize-lumon-industries]

ok so you live in a factory town. pretty much everyone in town works in this factory. your mom works there, your aunt works there, you work there even though you’re only a child. the factory produces an extremely volatile chemical that is used as an anesthetic during medical procedures. you work long shifts. you get high with the other children during your shift. the company that owns the factory got its start making topical salves. your mom is sick. she can’t breathe. the ceo of the company sees god in you. you are sent away to boarding school. your mom dies while you’re at school. you never even get to say goodbye. all you have left of her is the breathing tube that kept her alive until it didn’t. the tube was manufactured by a company that got its start making topical salves. you’re doing well in school. you become the valedictorian and you are granted a prestigious fellowship which allows you to take on more rigorous studies. you invent a new medical procedure. an experimental brain surgery that will allow people to forget about work when they’re not working. the ceo of the company takes credit for your invention, and you are threatened into silence. the factory in your hometown shuts down. you end up working in the corporate office, managing the workers who have undergone your procedure. you are fired. the daughter of the man who stole your invention tells you that you have overestimated your contributions and underestimated your blessings. happened to my good friend, harmony cobel.

[galaxy-fleur]

Thinking 'bout Leon in his 40's-50's getting his first streaks of gray hair... Need to see that badly, he'd looks so good with them! Although he strikes me as the type to have a full on crisis at the first gray hairs he sees.

He's been stuck in the bathroom for, like, 20 minutes now, so you go to check on him and catch him straight up sitting on the toilet, head in his hands like he just heard the worst news possible, his eyes clouded over... And when you anxiously try to figure out what the heck has him looking like this, he points to his gray hairs.

That's it. He's getting old. Time for the midlife crisis, it seems. It's hard not to laugh at him, but he looks so genuinely bothered you might wanna hold off on teasing for a bit.

He'll feel better if you kiss the top of his head and say he looks handsome with them though. Still a bit panicky, but better. He's a bit of a drama queen with his hair, but it's cute.

[elodee]

*head in hands*

[astral-aromance]

Something that's funny to me is how the fandom has decided that Ñolofinwë is physically stronger than Fëanor based soley on the fact that he fought Morgoth and wounded him, while ignoring that the only reason Fëanor didn't fight Morgoth 1v1 is because Morgoth was litterally shaking and crying while hiding in his evil castle at the sheer thought of Fëanor reaching him, so he sent like 10 Balrogs to deal with him instead.

[rynnthefangirl]

Gotta love the King of Diamonds. He took at look at the incredibly convenient lasers and explosion collars that every other game maker uses to kill the losers and then said

Nah I want SULFURIC ACID.