nothing is funnier than knowing I'm getting a PhD in history while knowing almost nothing about history 100/10 manifested this
broke (written by a TERF, vaguely homophobic):
woke (whatever tf these guys have, u know its fruity):
all im saying is that eddie munson is half nancy (doe eyes, brown curls) and half robin (bags of personality, queer, outsider) and he and Steve should make out
Or: I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy* asking him to love** her
*the duffer brothers
**let steve find his suzie
I'm not mad enough to think that steddie will happen but I am mad enough to think eddie munson is very queer and that steve's a part of a very queer group of friends and he's got no problems with his best friend being queer and that sort of acceptance from a character like that is good representation okay okay
but that said you'll have to rip steddie from my cold dead hands because jock/freak enemies to lovers is my fucking catnip and there's so much good fic out there already ao3 writers are doing the MOST
men i would hold by the scruff of the neck & wash with dawn dish soap in the kitchen sink
idk there’s just something about this dude
steddie is “grumpy one is in love with sunshine one” except the metalhead with all the tattoos is the sunshine one and the popular pretty boy is the grumpy one
couldn’t stop thinking about this meme when i read this
JEFF WINGER in COMMUNITY 2.21
flaunting the kind of self-assurance I aspire to
Sasuke and Naruto are drowning in mud.
Bodies are piling down on top of them and Sasuke can’t tell what’s limb from weapon, but he doesn’t cut blindly. He doesn’t kill.
A pair of eyes connect with his own somehow through the rain and the blood and grime, and before Sasuke can catch them in red, they catch him in yellow. Sasuke is far from the only one in this world with a gekkai kenkai, and this person slivers inside where no one has been since Itachi. His body tingles with knowing dread, but his world is now distorted.
The floors of his home ooze with blood and the walls coil and pump like intestines and Sasuke is trapped in his body.
It’s not hard for the gekkai kenkai user to sense this, prodding that permanent wound in his head Itachi left behind from Tsukuyomi, and everything goes white for a hot, blinding second, all consuming. It’s not a flashfire because flashfires burn out quickly. The flames sear his bones and boil his blood, clinging to everything in its path, vicious and punishing. He strains against the assault, but in the physical world where Naruto is still fighting, Sasuke’s fingers don’t do more than twitch.
Because when Sasuke snaps back into reality, his throat is hoarse.
Naruto’s hand is gut deep in the gekkai kenkai user’s stomach, grabbing hold of his spine. He rips it back out.
Sasuke is on the ground. He doesn’t know when he got here; it doesn’t matter in the face of Naruto.
Naruto’s eyes are red, bright and hot and angry— a dangerous kind of wrath. He’s merciless and all Sasuke can do for a moment is watch as Naruto angles the gekkai kenkai user’s broken vertebrae to stab the next person to move toward Sasuke through the eye socket. It doesn’t kill him. Naruto doesn’t hesitate. His clawed fingertips plunge upward through the man’s jaw, into his brain.
Naruto doesn’t spare a second glance as the corpse crumbles to his feet.
Sasuke has to get up.
He squeezes his eyes shut; the tear in his mind that gekkai kenkai user clawed their way into is too raw and torn, and his head rings something almost blindingly loud. But he has to get up. Naruto is killing people. He has to get up, not for the fight.