#are all crashing/crashed

[moncuries]

matters of state

#of note: how hard is it tot ell that this pond and turtleduck situation was borne out of frustration w the pose #not hard at all #furthermore: zuko with ursa style hair #who looks more in love u decide #zukka #sokka #zuko #atla #my art #fanart #passing bills such as: ur sooo good at ur job sokka hahaha want to ki #i gave both of them tattoos but then csp crashed #sorry

[nerdpoe]

Due to Danny's ghostly nature, he misunderstands a bit when his DOOMED buddy in Gotham complains about his little brother.

The guy is clearly just blowing off steam, talking about how can he trust the little demon when he'd literally been stabbed, thrown off a banister (danny was pretty sure he was gonna say something else), got Mufasa'd (dropped from the roof and barely managed to save himself), and talked shit like, constantly.

And Danny, with all of his ghost instincts only partially tucked away behind human skin, can't help but coo.

"Aww, he must really like you man."

"...He's tried to kill me."

"But not really? Dude, why aren't you picking up on this?"

"Picking up on what? That he wants to be an only child?"

"No, dude; that he wants to fight you. Like, in a learning way, with only a little bloodshed. Man you're bad with kids. Of course he's trying to stab you, he wants to play."

His friend pauses, the character he's playing stopping midfight.

"You...aren't human, are you?"

Fuck.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #and that's how danny gets a crash course on human customs #he didn't need it #but now he has to play like he did #aliens are legal after all #ecto-beings are not

[unpretty]

the thing about having been really broke. averaging $500 a month in a good year broke. using a gamestop credit card i shouldn't have qualified for to buy taco bell gift cards for food broke. is that i am SO bad with money. i have a degree in accounting and i am so bad with money. i do not think of myself as superstitious at all but money feels so cursed. not in a spiritual way, i mean literally. practically.

having 'too much' money feels so bad. money is a thing you spend as soon as you get it because it's so cursed. the more it is the more cursed it is. i save too much money and bad things will happen that cost all my money. money is a thing that summons expenses. if i have no money and the car breaks down i find a way to make it work. i scrounge and resell and pass the hat and talk to my mom's friend's friend who knows a guy and in the end i'm so relieved to be right back where i started. but if i were saving my money for a new computer and then the car broke down, the money is just gone. i spent the money i saved for a thing i wanted on a thing i needed instead and after all that hoping i'm right back where i started.

i get a windfall and i set the money aside because if i'm careful that's enough to pay for gas for months. but then i need to pay for heat and i apply for assistance and they look at my bank account and see i have money and now they won't help pay for heat. soon it's just a habit. i get the money and i spend the money. immediately, as soon as possible, get this money away from me. don't even save enough for cigarettes. i can find money for cigarettes, somehow i can always find money for cigarettes. cigarette money is a weird magical fake money i summon from dark corners whenever i run out of cigarettes. i don't know how it works either. i've tried to summon the cigarette money for things that aren't cigarettes and it never works. just get this out of my bank account. get it out of here before something notices there's money here.

anyway i'm working on it but god it's hard

#original #i think i've made this exact same post before but everyone politely ignore that my memory is bad #i was doing better and then it all crashed and burned in the last couple months #and i'm fixing it but god it feels so stupid #i'd finally worked my way up to having Savings. Any Savings At All. where did it go. #how did i spend that much on pennywhistles and moonpies #that shouldn't be possible that's illegal

[ruporas]

🎆 (id in alt)

#trigun #trigun stampede #roberto de niro #meryl stryfe #nicholas d wolfwood #vash the stampede #happy new years everybodyyyy yippee! these kimonos are really cute…(crash sfx) #i liked looking at the details and doing my Best not to stress over the details of it while drawing lmfao #also does anyone know the pattern for wolfwood’s haori.. it looked like the bird feathers one so that’s the one i wound up using #the significance also made sense to me alongside the chidori obi. he is so 🐥🐥😢 #and if anyone wonders for the fedora i am a full fledge believer of knives fedora arc #i was going to drawn a little knives too but he looked so goofy with the fedora adjdndj I couldv taken it the fedora out all together but #it felt Vital. though now he will just sit peacefully in my 8100 wips

[taumoeba]

John Greens twitter going out with a bang. Im so sorry for what we did to you sir

[id: screenshot of a tweet from @JohnGreen that says "People often ask this coffee company about my favorite taste. My favorite taste is coffee. Not only that, but coffee smells amazing. 100% of profits to charity". A link to awesomecoffeeclub.com is attached. /end id]

#twitter #john green #blah blah blah #I screamed #literally watching twitter crash and burn but you know what im glad he reclaimed this #edit: i lied to you all i was not a part of the campaign to get him off tumblr but some of yall in the tags should do some reflection lol #100 #500 #1k #5k #10k

[charliemwrites]

Mister(s) Steal Your Girl — part 3

(I seriously need to come up with an actual name for this series before it sets in)

Introducing his grand horniness- John “Soap” MacTavish

It’s been six, coming up on seven, dates with Kyle. A dwindling part of you feared that after the absolutely mind-blowing night you two shared, he’d ghost you or something.

But nope, the morning after was spent in one of his jumpers, receiving kisses and breakfast and tea. The two of you watched movies all day until he drove you home, kissing you at the door. He let you keep his jumper.

Not three days later, he invited you to a movie you’d both been excited to see, and giggled over the popcorn bowl like teenagers. He didn’t even mind that you leaned over to whisper during certain parts, or the ramble you went on afterwards. (When you apologized for overanalyzing and talking so much, he gave you a bizarre, almost offended look. “Don’t you dare stop,” he huffed, “you’re way better than radio. What did you think about that after credit scene?”)

A few days after that, he called with apologetic news.

“Being shipped out for a couple weeks. Shouldn’t be anything too dangerous, and I’ll call when I can,” he explained.

You told the nervous little twist in your gut that you knew this about him. That this is Kyle’s job, not a convenient excuse to ignore you.

“Stay safe regardless,” you murmured earnestly into the phone. “I‘ll… I’ll miss you, Kyle.”

“You’re getting the biggest hug when I get back, darlin’,” he promised.

He kept to it too. Called at odd hours sometimes - once during dinner with your fiance even. But Brandon is always taking random calls nowadays, so you figured, given the circumstances, it’s not such a big deal to excuse yourself either.

On the other end of the call, Kyle sounded a bit tired, but happy to talk to you. He couldn’t tell you anything about what he was doing, but shared some smaller, safer details. That the tea was shite because Soap kept over-steeping it. That his lieutenant was big enough to body slam him during sparring practice. That Captain Price wishes you well and promises to bring Kyle back in one piece.

You even heard one of his teammates in the background, asking Kyle if he was “chirping at his new bird.” Soap, as you found out. They sound like a good bunch.

When Kyle comes back, you offer to welcome him at his apartment. You bring a little plate of cookies and a pack of his favorite beer, hoping it’s not too much. But when he opens the door, his expression melts before he scoops you up in the big hug he promised.

“You’re a fuckin’ dream, ya know that?” he murmurs, tucking his face against your neck.

You spend the whole weekend with him, kissing at the stitched-up knife wound on his muscled arm. Otherwise, all in one piece.

“Would you… want to meet my mates sometime?” he asks as you’re getting dressed for work Monday morning.

“Of course,” you reply instantly. Realize that might be too eager. “If you want to introduce me, that is.”

“I want to show you off to the bloody Queen, babes.”

You giggle, crossing the room to drop a quick kiss on his lips. He tries to draw you in for something deeper, but you wiggle and swat at him, complaining that he’ll make you late.

It’s good, you think. Blissfully good. Honeymoon phase, maybe, but considering how far off your actual honeymoon is, you feel like you deserve this. Kyle is a wonderful partner - kind, attentive, respectful. He listens, he cares, he’s independent of you and respects your boundaries. Sometimes you can’t believe you were ever nervous about this open relationship thing in the first place.

On Wednesday of that same week, Kyle tells you that Soap is going to visit and is eager to meet you. He was thinking dinner and drinks, come back to Kyle’s apartment afterwards. You readily agree.

The next day, a bouquet comes in. It’s a beautiful, though not extravagant, arrangement. Calla lilies, roses, and hydrangeas. The note that comes with it says, “Wanted to make a good first impression in case Kyle told you lies.” It’s signed “Johnny.”

You send a picture to Kyle, amused and a bit endeared. It brightens the rest of your day so much that you barely notice Lucy’s usual snide comments.

On Friday night, Brandon is unexpectedly home. Usually he doesn’t even come home from work on Fridays anymore - or at least he didn’t before you met Kyle. Lately, you only pop in if you’ve forgotten something for your overnight bag. You had to stay late at the office today, though, and your apartment is closer than Kyle’s.

“Was thinking we could go out tonight,” he tells you.

“Oh,” you say, taken aback. Not just by the invitation, but by the mix of emotion in your gut. Some of it is excitement and relief, but not as much as you’d expect. It’s warring with unease and reluctance, a bit of frustration that now of all times he wants to reconnect.

“Um, raincheck?” you offer, smoothing down your dress. It’s a new one you picked out with Kyle; you’re hoping he (Kyle) will notice. “I have plans.”

Brandon’s brow furrows, smile going tight. “You can’t reschedule?”

God you hate confrontation and he knows that, doesn’t he? Why is he pushing?

“Well I don’t know when I’ll get to see them again,” you explain.

Suddenly the tension in his shoulders eases. “Oh, is it a few people then?”

“Just a couple. I’m meeting one of them for the first time.”

“Have fun then,” he says, fishing his phone from his pocket. Like you’re not even there anymore.

You blink, then your phone buzzes with a message from Kyle and you hurry out the door.

“I knew you’d look terrific in that dress,” he says as soon as he sees you.

Thoughts of Brandon, that strange interaction, and those churning feelings all disappear in an instant. Kyle just has a way of soothing you.

The restaurant is one that has quickly become one of your favorites with Kyle. Good food, good drinks, quiet and relaxed atmosphere. You like the funky artwork and squishy booths.

Soap (Johnny?) has already gotten your party a table, and stands as the two of you approach. You nearly stop right there, and then almost trip a bit as momentum urges you onwards. Manage not to make a fool of yourself, but you still boggle at him.

Because Kyle? You thought he was a fluke. Just too handsome to be real, never mind tall and fit and friendly and— well, anyway.

You thought he was a fluke.

But Soap/Johnny is goddamn handsome too! Trim stubble, pretty eyes behind thick lashes, a soft-looking Mohawk that gives him a boyish charm without seeming immature.

“There you two are, thought ye stood me up!” he greets, drawing Kyle into one of those friendly man-hugs with the shoulder pats that look like they hurt.

“Youre a cheap date anyway, MacTavish,” Kyle replies, gently easing you forward with a hand on the small of your back.

“Och, don’t bad mouth me in front of a lady,” Johnny/Soap complains, then turns his twinkling gaze to you and offers a hand. “John MacTavish, but this bampot calls me Soap.”

“Not Johnny?” you ask curiously.

You take his hand, find callouses similar to Kyle’s. But his palm is a bit broader, a scar along his thumb - from a burn it looks like. Just as warm, just as careful. A firm, but not tight shake.

“You can call me anything you like, lass,” he says. From the corner of your eye, you see Kyle choking back a laugh. Johnny it is, you figure.

“Wait ‘Soap’ is a callsign right?” you ask as Kyle herds you into the booth.

“Right-o,” Johnny replies, smiling.

“Does Kyle have one?”

The grin that he gives you would make the devil sweat. As it is, Kyle groans and shoots you a betrayed look.

“Oh does he, lass.”

You light up, grin right back. “Tell me?”

“As if I could say no to a pretty face like that!”

And so begins a long, warm, perfect night. Johnny is great company. Welcoming and friendly, quick to smile, sharp witted. You could sit all night listening to him and Kyle quip at each other, but they’re so careful to keep you included and engaged.

Johnny even offers you some of his chips when his order comes, and you’re too delighted to say no. Not that Kyle seems to mind, encouraging you to steal a couple for him since Johnny keeps whacking his hand away.

The night ends back at Kyle’s. You whip up another batch of cookies with some suspiciously new-looking baking ingredients. The boys keep you company while you work — Kyle mixes the batter when your arm gets tired and Johnny keeps your wine glass full. In the end, you let them each get a lick of the dough spoon.

Eventually, you move to the couch, climb on together. Kyle, for some reason, scooches you into the middle instead of one of the ends, but you don’t mind and neither does Johnny, it seems. They argue over a movie to put on, but it doesn’t matter because the three of you talk through most of it anyway.

The second movie is your pick, which is your downfall. You barely get halfway through before dozing off. End up stirring to muffled laughter and harsh whispering. You’ve slumped into Johnny, you realize, seeing Kyle’s broad smile.

“Oh,” you hum, trying to sit up. “‘M sorry…”

“You’re alright, lass,” Johnny murmurs, gently nudging you back down.

“Kyle?” you ask, yawning.

“Still watching the movie, sweetheart. You can go back to your nap. Soap’s nice and warm, yeah?”

You hum, snuggle in again. He is comfy. “So are you.”

Another quiet chuckle. “I know, love.”

He rouses you later — the movie must be over, you think blearily. Kyle scoops you up, plants a kiss on your cheek as you tuck in.

“Say good night to your teddy bear, baby.”

“‘Night, Johnny,” you mumble, nuzzling your face into Kyle’s neck.

“‘Night, bonnie.”

You wake first the next morning — rare and precious. Kyle is lying behind you snoring softly, arm around your waist. You wiggle around to watch his sleeping face for a minute, appreciating the peace in his features. Drop a whisper-soft kiss on his cheek and then slip out of bed.

He grumbles a bit, but you coo at him to go back to sleep and he subsides quickly. Once you’ve freshened up in the bathroom, you pad out to the living room. Johnny is up as well, watching tv on low volume with a coffee on his knee.

“Mornin’,” he says.

“Good morning,” you chirp back, continuing for the kitchen.

“You’re up early,” he observes, following.

“Slept well,” you reply, grinning. “Thanks in part to you. I hope that wasn’t uncomfortable.”

He ducks his head a bit, a light flush blooming across his ears and cheeks. “Nah, can’t complain about a pretty girl fallin’ asleep on me. Means I must have made a good impression, eh?”

“Oh! That reminds me - those flowers were gorgeous. Did you know calla lilies are my favorite?”

“Aye, Kyle’s been talkin’ about ya nonstop since ye met.”

It’s your turn to flush, and much brighter. You hurriedly turn to the cabinets.

“Well, thank you. I loved them.”

“Yeah? I’ll send you more then.”

Startled, you whip around on him, mouth stupidly open as you try to find a response. “You really don’t have to do that!”

“But what if I want to?”

And if you were struggling for words before, you’re hopeless now. So you just throw your hands up with a little “gah” sound and turn back to gathering ingredients.

“What are we making?” Johnny asks, taking mercy on you. Not that using that sly “we” isn’t devastating to your composure.

“My super special flapjack recipe,” you answer. “Could you get that big bowl down for me?”

He steps past you to do so while you dig out the measuring spoons from the dishwasher.

“If they’re as good as your cookies, then I’m gonna need extra PT after this weekend.”

“Good,” you reply, smug, “that’s my goal.”

“Dangerous woman.”

You snort, holding up a wooden spoon. “Oh yeah, I’m a real threat brandishing cooking utensils at a special ops guy.”

“Och, don’ sell yourself short - my nan used to be a menace with those things!”

Kyle exits the bedroom fifteen minutes later to the smell of cinnamon and his best friend with a face full of flour.

“…Do I even want to know?”

“Just be glad she’s on our side, Garrick.”

#cod #thoughts™️ #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #misters steal your girl #get it? misters plural. because they all steal that girl #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #johnny mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #Brandon the crash dummy

[wuzeio]

a comic: neil and aaron play super smash bros! i wouldn't let myself sleep until i drew this

(for context, PK fire is Earthbound Ness's neutral special + Lucas's side special and they're both regarded as very annoying to deal with, especially when spammed- which Neil is doing bc he doesn't know how to do anything else but button mash #gamer) aaron would play... fox or something idk. or ike.

#aftg #all for the game #aftg fanart #all for the game fanart #neil josten #aaron minyard #not sure what compelled me to draw this all in one sitting #i live for aaron and neil frenemies #im sorry for clogging up the aftg art tag i mjust enjoying my winter break #hey doesn't neil kinda look like crash bandicoot

[rogersandclarke]

#rockabilly wife #rockabilly girlfriend #rockabilly gf #pinned #spiderweb tattoo #hot rod #babe the hot rod was totaled #our elvis and johnny cash cds were all destroyed #fav #favorite #my favorite #resources #car crashes

[beegs-bugs]

Live footage of Jon gaslighting himself into thinking he’s only jealous of Peter Lukas because Martin is such a good assistant. No other reason.

Art by my irl friend Vin Who Isn’t On Tumblr

#vin who isn’t on tumblr #Vin’s art #jonathan sims #the magnus archives fanart #the magnus archives #tma #tma jon #caption by vin #she just finished s4 im so proud #also her iPad crashed and wiped All of her old art— she drew this today #he’s holding a teacup. do u get it. #hes so in love #also in denial #in deep denial #vin who isn’t on tumblr’s art #digital art #jarchivist #tma s4

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 163

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath, counting to ten and then letting it out. Why was this always his luck? Alright. Okay. Time to move again thanks to Dan pushing his body too far again, and ending up in his core. This was not how he was expecting to spend his days when he ghost-adopted his clone and sort-of son now actual son. Welp, he’ll throw a dart at the map to figure out where he’ll go next. 

Hm. Well, pack up Ellie! They’re moving to a place called Smallville, you always wanted a horse, right?

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #The Nightingales end up the Kents’ neighbors #Which is probably very useful when a spaceship crashes in the yard #Danny is good at hiding his powers but a baby Dan is in fact Not #Jordan and Clark are inseparable #They’re really good at Bad Cop & Good Cop #Ellie is delighted to be the older sister and encourage all their mischief #Or help them fly (again in Dan’s case) #Martha teaches Danny how to cook without accidentally bringing something to life #Dan is definitely not jealous of how much Clark talks about his new BFF Batman when he starts superheroing #Well as the older-by-a-couple-months person it is his duty to make sure this dude is a good friend for his barely-younger cousin #Somehow he ends up the inbetween of Clark’s optimism & Bruce’s pessimism #He also just sometimes Shows Up at the watchtower after the league is formed despite not being a hero

[devouredmelancholy]

Crash (1996) dir. David Cronenburg

#crash 1996 #james spader #crash #I’m super cliche I’m so sorry #I’m actually not sorry at all #I want to fuck James spader

[apotelesmaa]

Raz truly is one of the funniest video game characters of all time. His ability to do platforming parkour is explained by the fact that he was raised in a circus. He’s a psychic prodigy. He thought his dad hated psychics but his dad is a psychic. He broke into a government camp in an attempt to get employed as a secret agent and it worked. He has canonically set squirrels on fire. His grandma is a former mass murderer. He’s addicted to giving people therapy and duking it out with the manifestations of their problems. He saves the day 3 times in the span of a week. He’s friends with a rat. He’s 10 years old.

#psychonauts #very fond of that little freak. there’s something deeply wrong with him. #the intro recap to pn2 is so insane. i broke into a camp unraveled a conspiracy got my brain stolen fought mine and a counselor’s daddy #issues met the founder of the psychonauts got in a plane crash rescued the head of the psychonauts and got a girlfriend #<- all in like. 3 days. #mine

[theminecraftbee]

man i'm not over cleo telling etho in the heat of the moment that he's always been her favorite. because like, in the context of secret life alone, that's an admission of something cleo's been showing through her actions all season. but in the context of the entire life series? there's so much WEIGHT behind it. "you've always been my favorite", cleo says to a man who has been her enemy-ally-stranger-enemy-partner. through it all. though their distant enemyship through dogwarts. through their allyship and understanding of each other as some of the last alive in last life. through barely speaking in double life. through the entire divorced family bit in limited life. and now, through everything, through their tight, unbreakable partnership in secret life. he's always been their favorite. he's always been their favorite. i wonder when she realized it. i wonder if it was just then that she did. i wonder if she realized she had to let him know, now that she knew. he's always been her favorite. man.

#secret life smp #trafficblr #zombiecleo #ethoslab #I AM JUST. the thing about cletho to me isn't JUST this season. #it's ALSO the weight of all that HISTORY finally crashing into them. #DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M GETTING AT....

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

dan, susan and carl are not real. they are featureless limbless cartoon balls in a video game. it’s really really okay. i promise.

#“who’s your husband. tell me.” like please calm down babygirl #“SHUT UP! EW” #he’s never beating the [insert anything here] allegations #losing the idgaf war every minute of everyday #dnp #dan and phil #and him threatening death both times #“i hope you zoom off a cliff.” #“oh no they crashed in a tragic balloon accident and they broke all of their bones.” #phan #dan howell #daniel howell #amazingphil #phil lester #yeet my deet #danisnotonfire #yeet my deenp #danandphilgames #the game of life #d&p #dapg

[tethered-heartstrings]

i want a 20+ minute segment of jack beating the ever loving shit out of hannibal again like he did in "contorno" with will just standing there drinking wine with his sleeves rolled up like in twotl, not helping either side and internally making a grocery list for the week or thinking about the dog he saw at the shelter 3 days prior and afterwards just being like "sorry babe i was trying to remember if the asparagus was on sale and also i want a dog. sorry about your face"

#like the sound is will's internal monologue with the occasional crashing sound or loud grunt in the background #and him just swirling his glass and maybe pouring another +/- finishing the bottle #jack hardly acknowledges will at all and just leaves when he's had his fill #will graham #hannibal lecter #jack crawford #hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannigram #no s4 only this #also will has a BEARD #the speaking clown