#yup that's the title

[furiarossa]

Oh man, I love writing some Plasmius/Masters bickering. It's like writing how things are in my head. Cathartic. R-E-L-A-X-I-N-G stuff.

[zan0tix]

Silly little drabble comic thats actually a test for a different project ;)

WARNING FOR EXPLICIT DIALOGUE. nothing drawn tho. its Dirk and Jake typical comical homoeroticism you know the deal.

I have made another comic!!! same vein as that dirk takes a piss adaptation i did a while ago (i might redo that someday) I learnt from last time with google docs and actually learnt html instead to make it Presentable lol.

Nothing crazy exploratory, just what the title says. (practicing writing them, i think i need to get better at dirk dialogue tho im not good at the improv ramblings im not strider pilled like that) We gotta get more stuff capturing that ridiculous over the top levels of gayness dirkjake have going on in canon i dont think theres enough anymore nowadays. le sigh.

Gotta bring back that energy they had going in the 2010s with the ridiculous scenarios they were cooking back then

[krimsonmay]

the prophet's curse

[sisaloofafump]

Finally read JLA: Shogun of Steel (2002). Perhaps more interesting than the canon superbat, is the fact that the genderbent Bat doesn’t have Bruce’s iconic no kill rule. Otherwise, it’s just kinda weird. Some cool character designs though! I enjoyed it :)

[crescenthoax]

“Golden child, lion girl; tell me what it's like to conquer. Fearless child, broken boy; tell me what it's like to burn.”

Aegon gave up on her. He and his family moulded her into this thing. This assassin and pawn and Queen and mother and maid, all at once. And she managed to ace each of their tests with flying colours, excelling at each one until it was too much for them. She could forgive him for everything, except for that. Except for giving up and getting bored with the horrible person he created.

i’m never gonna love (again) - chapter xxxvi

[romanticatheartt]

Listen, I know Cassian is in pain (sorry boo </3) but,

Rhys... LFGNLDFKDLNKB He looks so sluty and I want to eat him!!!

cr: tonyviento on IG

[visceravalentines]

exit music (for a film)

Would it hurt to pretend while bleeding out in a parking lot that it could've been different? That there was another way? Some fairy tale ending?

-Tags by @upwardsdescensum

He feels the first shot, but not the second, or the third.

The third one's the bitch, the one that knocks him flat. He barely registers the impact of his skull on the pavement. There's no pain, just a general awareness. A system-wide panic signal.

He thinks to himself, this is it, motherfucker.

He feels heat in his chest like water soaking through clothes. Like when you're eight years old and you piss the bed and you don't tell Ma because she'll whoop your ass. The carpet in his room is older than he is, worn and grimy. He can feel it, under his neck, under his arms. Sees the popcorn ceiling stained tobacco brown from the hurricane when he was ten.

"Why're you on the floor?"

The sound of Randy's voice in his bedroom catches him off guard. He rolls his head to the side and there he is, sitting on the edge of his bed, real as can be. Looking at him without a lick of fear, without reproach. Just looking at him.

"I like it down here," Benson says, and it's sort of true. He's slept in this spot more nights than he can count, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. He crosses his arms behind his head. "Super comfortable."

Randy scoffs, rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. Benson likes it when he smiles. "You're a dumbass."

Now that's funny. Benson laughs, delighted, and something tears in his chest. Something spills. "Watch your mouth, choir boy."

Randy gives him this look, this conspiratorial little sideways glance that reminds Benson of being in sixth grade and lighting up a Winston around the corner at recess.

He leans forward, whispers. "You're a dumbass."

Benson feels a swell of pride and affection and something seeping into his lungs. "You're a fucking spitfire, huh? World better watch out."

Randy leans back on his hands, kicks his heel against the bedframe. "Are you gonna show me that song or what?"

Benson looks down the length of his arm. His hand is resting on the shitty little boombox he saved up for when he was fifteen. "Oh. Yeah." He fumbles for the play button, fingers slippery. He can't remember what CD he's got loaded until it starts up.

That there, that's not me

Oh. Yeah. Fucking Radiohead.

I go where I please

It's kind of a bummer song and he can't remember why he wanted to show it to Randy, but he looks at him and the guy's got his head tilted back, and he's not really looking at the ceiling, he's not really looking anywhere, he's just listening. Like, actually listening.

I walk through walls, I float down the Liffey

Benson's eyes follow the line of his throat up to the plush of his lips and he swallows hard. His tongue tastes like pennies. Makes him think of the fight he picked on his last day of high school junior year, how long the blood stayed in the concrete of the sidewalk.

Randy looks at him with those eyes, blue as the ocean. He's only been there once, drove himself the day he got the Chrysler. Went alone. Felt so impossibly small, like maybe none of it mattered after all. Like maybe he was stupid for thinking it did.

I'm not here, this isn't happening

"This is nice," Benson says, and it comes out choked and wet. He's always wanted to do this. Sit and share music with someone. Anyone. The fact that it's Randy here, in his room, on his bed--too fucking good to be true.

"You sure you don't want to come sit by me?" Randy asks.

Of course he does. Of course he does, but he knows that's not an option. "Nah. I'm alright."

I'm not here, I'm not here

Randy furrows his brow. "Want me to come sit by you?"

"No, you stay there." Benson rests his hand on his chest and the weight of it surprises him. "You're perfect right there. You're perfect."

A blush creeps up Randy's cheeks. "I'm not...perfect."

Benson smiles, thinks about the day Randy started at the restaurant. How the last thing he wanted to do that Saturday was train some newbie shithead and how instead, this pretty blonde fawn of a boy followed at his heels and did everything right the first time.

"Yeah, you are."

Something starts to burn, deep in the center of his chest, like someone putting out a cigarette on his diaphragm. He looks up at the ceiling and it's black, cottony and starless.

In a little while, I'll be gone

"You like the song?" There's a tremor, a desperate edge to his voice that scares him. He's so sick and tired of being scared. He's so sick and tired.

He glances over at Randy and he looks...resigned. Regretful. He smiles, though, nods. "Yeah, Benson. I like the song."

The whites of his eyes are tinged red. No, blue. No, red. Benson hopes he isn't crying. He hates seeing him cry.

"You're gonna be okay," he says, a little too forcefully. "Yeah?"

Randy nods again. "I think so."

The moment's already passed

The burning is getting worse. Breathing aches, feels like drowning. He digs his nails into his palms. "You fucking better be."

Randy folds those knobby fingers in his lap, leans forward. "I'll do my best, Benson. I promise."

He smiles sadly, and Benson believes him.

Yeah, it's gone, and I'm not here

The carpet disappears. The asphalt underneath him is still warm from the sun. The ocean sloshes in his chest and now he feels it, now it hurts like he thought it would. The sky is black and cottony. Starless. The bed is gone, Randy is gone. He can still hear the song, though.

This isn't happening

He thought it'd be faster. Seems like it's taken years. But it's coming, now, after all this fucking time, the heat fading fast to a hollow, stinging cold, and then to nothing. His fingers and toes go first, hands and feet, and so on. He's got one good breath left. One more. And then it's over.

I'm not here, I'm not here

Fuck, he's relieved and he wishes he wasn't. Wishes he was anywhere but here. Anyone but himself.

He catches a glimpse of him in his periphery at the last second. Sitting on the curb like a kid left at the Winn-Dixie, all elbows and knees. He's crying, dammit. Benson supposes he can't blame him this time, because he's crying too. It's fucking tragic, all of it, the whole fucking thing.

Strobe lights and blown speakers

But it's okay, really. Randy's gonna be okay. He promised. Benson trusts him. He did what he could, he really tried. And maybe this, at least, he managed to succeed at.

Fireworks and hurricanes

The last breath hurts the worst.

I'm not here, this isn't happening

He holds Randy's name on his tongue for good luck. For safekeeping. For the hell of it. And he lets all the rest of it go.

I'm not here, I'm not here

The exhale is euphoric.

[biohazard-inevitable]

Man yamato realy came out here bein like

“Btw im trans and kin kozuki oden”

And hes so real for that

[bibmob]

day #1 of drawing my ocs as pictures I found on pinterest

[marymekpop]

you and I, the intersection & union of two universes  

[marshadowstea]

2:30pm

my partner went to work, its currently 2:30, that means for the next 7 hours and 30 minutes i have to make the worst decisions known to humankind and then innocently tell him about them <3 gonna update this draft every few hours!! bc im too lazy for separate posts

4:50pm

guys were off to a great start, had nothing to eat except for gummy sharks and iced tea instead of following the rules he set for me 🫡 gonna go play slime rancher now

6:14pm

this game genuinely makes me want to kill myself. LIKE WTF DO YOU MEAN YOURE STARVING?! I FED YOU THREE MINUTES AGO. the greedy slimy bitches. the puddles, fire, quantum, mosaic and tabby are my favs though 💗 and im getting the chunky boys (Gordo slimes)

7:10pm

im hungry and im gonna go make food that i probably cant make :]

7:50pm

food was a VERY bad idea so i resorted to killing my smoke detector and throwing the food away. now i get uber eats :[

8:24pm

my food came and i eat it but saved some for later and i got these cute apple juice bottles that were so expensive for so little but in my defense, tiny things are cute

9:48pm

okay i realized hes gonna be back in 12 minutes so now i gotta practice my innocence so i can destroy everything but still get praised for staying alive at then end of the day :]

9:55pm

practiced begging and fake crying just in case because i will force him to play roblox and/or chess with me, okay bye bye that was a day in the life of me without my partner.

sorry @voluptuous-napkin <3

[corneliuscornstarch]

Siren.

[peachshadows]

Isekai macaque idea sounds cool. Do you have anything else to share about that?

OOO ANON I'VE BEEN WAITING TO INFODUMP THIS

So isekai Macaque or Liu'er is a struggling actor who in his free time reads stallion novels. This one by Monkie Mecha Destroyer is his current read and he absolutely hates it.

It's a pre-jttw story with Wukong starts off as a weak demon who constantly gets bullied and hurt by his fellow monkey demons especially by his so-called "best friend" Macaque who eventually backstabs Wukong and betrays him by helping heaven punish Wukong via mountain. So this story is about how much powers Wukong will gain (and eventually immortality) and taking revenge against everyone who has ever wronged him.

But oopsie Liu'er fucking dies and gets transported into the novel he absolutely detests and into the role of Macaque!

Now Macaque has to change a few pivotal moments starting with treating Wukong right and actually help him be a powerful king (just so Macaque can avoid his untimely demise of getting his limbs chopped off and becoming a human stick) but lo and behold his kindness made Wukong fall in love but Macaque doesn't know that yet. So shenanigans ensues!

Liu'er who's now Macaque: oh wow Wukong is such a great friend

Wukong: I love you

Macaque:

Macaque: this. this isn't in the novel

[fiilemade]

// Me <- most normal person about New Cinema Labyrinth (lying)

[tyunningcore]

if it’s 2012 in chapter 40 of midnight burger ( romney for america) why is the song ‘we are young’ by the band fun. not mentioned Even Once. ?

fake 2012ers all of u.

[starflirts]

hi friend!! so happy you enjoyed my fic 💗💗💗 it means sososo much to me!! and you are so right honestly because loser luke is my favorite genre of luke!!

hello dear!! i should be thanking YOU for gifting us with your writing !!! i can confirm that your luke characterization is sensational <3 and since we’re on that topic, loser luke is definitely the best!!! the last lines got me giggling HARD… and don’t get me started on the PINING…