#can you spot everyone else?

[ooops-i-arted]

Han had to pull Din aside and explain why his sweater was NOT appropriate for the Alderaanian Life Day party.

#my parents got me a lil photo booth for christmas!!! #i can't wait to do more toy photography #the mandalorian #din djarin #han solo #grogu #baby yoda #cara dune #can you spot everyone else?

[canisalbus]

To me, Machete kind of has the energy of a secondary villain/coldhearted side character in someone else's story that a lot of fans latch onto, moreso than the protagonist. Question is, would he be the villain in anyone's story?

Why, thank you! I'm actually glad to hear he gives off that vibe. I don't think he set out to become a villain but a lot of people certainly view him as one.

#in the 16th century canon he starts out as an introverted but sincerely well meaning guy that never quite manages to find his social niche #he was a sensitive kid and when subjected to enough pressure #his insecurity fearfulness and powerlessness mutate into distrust resentment aggression suffocating repression and self-restraint #I don't think he's a bad person in fact he consistently tries very hard to do the right thing #do his job properly avoid letting people down and get through life with a sense of dignity #but he is supposed to come across kind of cold impersonable and difficult to be around if you don't know him personally (and very few do) #people can sense there's something wrong with him and are put off by it #Vatican is a nest of vipers and as the stakes rise he retreats deeper into his coldblooded untouchable work persona #he has no choice but to start lying scheming blackmailing and eliminating his enemies #in order to maintain his position keep Vasco safe their relationship under wraps and his own head above water #essentially playing by the same rules everyone else in the holy see has been playing with for centuries #eventually he loses his spot as the secretary of state and is manipulated/forced to take on a role in the roman inquisition #and if people were sort of iffy about him before being the authority overseeing trials torture excommunications and executions doesn't help #and since he has so few allies and such an infamous reputation he's an easy target for scapegoating whenever necessary #towards the end it dawns on him that he's become the kind of twisted cruel corrupt person he used to fear and despise #and the guilt moral injury and abject self-loathing had largely sapped him of his will to live by the time the final assassin gets him #answered #anonymous #Machete #Vaschete lore #he thought his dream of priesthood would make him a better person more worthy of admiration safety and love but he climbed too high #and got roped up in the dangerous games that take place under god's nose and slowly got strangled to death

[mostly-natm]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DATA!

#star trek #star trek tng #tng #star trek the next generation #the next generation #star trek data #data soong #i drew this SO quickly #happy birthday data! #also i saw people talking about he/her data and the idea latched onto my brain 🥺💛✨ #not pictured: everyone else besides Spot who’s there celebrating with him! #if you can tell which old drawing of mine data’s pose/outfit is based on i will be SO impressed #once more for good measure: happy birthday data 🥺💛✨

[around-your-throat]

my ass is not getting into heaven with these pink haired pete wentz pictures on my computer dawg 🤣

#sorry if ive been psycho posting for the last few hours #<- actually i have noooo idea what ive been posting maybe i made 3 whole posts but it feels like a lot #was supposed to be working on my resume but ive just been on flickr the whole day #now im on smugmug which.. didnt know people actually use that site #feels like a photospam website. the quantity of pictures from 1 show is more than i see ever #which i guess flickr is like a portfolio thing and smugmug is for posting on your silly blog spot yadda yadda who cares #do you sometimes feel like you can/have to talk constantly and you notice that youre being annoying but you cant stop it from happening #like yesterday i noticed i was just starting a convo every 3 seconds and annoying everyone else. im like that dumb fairy from loz #hey look at this hey did you know hey do you ever think about hey hey hey. like shut the fuck up bitch damn

[nientedal]

Usually I just save stuff like this to my drafts until I calm down but you know what, fuck it, I'm done.

Any so-called leftist who refuses to recognize that our options right now are "genocide abroad, progress at home" and "genocide abroad AND genocide at home" and that there is a significant difference between those two options is cordially invited to eat shit and die. We do not have time to entertain your anti-voting hopeless nonsense. A future in which we are able to move towards less death will always be preferable to the one in which we can't, and if you smug, sneering little clowns sacrifice that future on the altar of your own self-righteousness because you're too high on your own farts to realize how far up your own ass you are, I genuinely hope you fucking drown. Specifically, I hope you drown in the blood of the people who will die all over the world as a result of your bizarre refusal to work towards a future that doesn't include ethnic cleansing.

This is the United States. We sell war, here. I don't know how so many of you are only just now figuring that out, but you better get over your shock like yesterday because we are out of fucking time. We ran out of time when Reagan took office if not long before. You think not voting will improve any of this?

Keep calling, keep writing, keep screaming. Governments everywhere are (slowly) beginning to listen. Democrats are (slowly) beginning to listen. But Republicans never will, and if they seize power again next year (which they will absolutely do their damned to attempt), everything will be so, so much worse for everyone, everywhere. The work is slow and painful and imperfect but it will only get done if we show up and do the work, so keep calling, keep writing, keep screaming-- and when the time comes, you show up and vote for the future that lets us build a better tomorrow instead of just choking to death in the steaming shitpile of today.

#''i can't have No Genocide tomorrow!!! so i don't want No Genocide at all!!! WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH'' that's you. that's how you sound #''if i can't have perfect then don't even fucking bother with better!! just give me worse instead!!'' are you for fucking real #you don't care about Palestine you don't care about anything other than being able to go ''Well. at least I didn't choose this.'' #not choosing is still a choice! you stupid motherfucker! #choosing to stand at the lever and do nothing and watch the trolley crush five people is still a choice!! #how DARE you act like that blood is not on your hands! #again: THIS IS THE UNITED STATES. WE SELL WAR HERE. #not voting for Biden is not going to help Palestine! #in fact it will absolutely measurably make the situation WORSE! #for them AND everyone else! #this is the reality we are working with and if you want it to change then you HAVE to play the long game! #leftists heard ''don't let perfect be the enemy of good'' and went ''WHAT THE *FUCK* DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T HAVE PERFECT??! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'' #and i have fucking had it! #all i can do is try to keep working towards a day when the current left is the farthest right we have #but we are never gonna get there if y'all don't wake the fuck up and get moving #us politics #vent post #so help me god if this turns into a game of Spot the Tankie in the notes i'm gonna start knifing people

[kangaracha]

daffodil + chan

a song

the prompt: daffodil (a god bows before a mortal)

read it on ao3

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"You have no power over me."

running through his hands like water, and suddenly the earth is not his to control. The skies do not turn with the twist of his head, lightning does not fork in the air when his eyes, dark as night and yet still lit by some unearthly light, fall upon you, his mouth wide as if to gasp for a breath he cannot take-

And yet, still, it shivers down your spine; the magic that draws you here even as you rip it apart, the prize of your conquest to rip the world into two.

"Take it back," he hisses through his teeth, the ground trembling with every syllable that slides down his tongue. You watch his mouth as it forms the words, the flash of teeth behind thin lips reminding you of the way that the swordsman you'd fought through to get here had smiled at you - the last of his seven challenges, the last of his demons, or angels, or citizens of the sprawling, damned city he claimed as his kingdom.

And here you stood, at the pinnacle of the eighth, and stared him in the eye without cringing away because now you knew the truth. Now you knew that what he whispered in the dark was a lie and what you saw with your eyes wasn't always true, and though he may be a god and a king amongst beings that you could never hope to rival, a god can only hold as much power as you give him. A god can only claim dominion over a beast that bowed to his dogma. 

You see now that you are no beast. You are no believer in any lie he utters to the darkness.

"Take it back," he says again, the note of his voice changing. He pleads, his brow furrowing and his shoulders curling in as if waiting for the final blow. "Take it back now, before it's too late."

"I can't," you tell him, and you watch him fall to his knees, and you know that it's wrong and your heart pounds in your chest and it

like the ground does at the impact of his knees, crumbling into the pieces it was in when you first took his hand, alone on the side of the road with only one thing to call your own. And what was that thing, the little warmth you'd held to your chest in the dark and the cold? What had you traded away for the comfort of the house that crumbled around you now? Why had you destroyed him to get it back, where was it now, why did it not appear within his hands at this, the hour of his reckoning?

"Please," he spits into the cold ground, the dirt and the leaves and the curl of ivy that grows up the walls around you, old and ancient and not yet sprouted from its roots all at the same time. His hands curl in the dirt like he can reach down and pull the earth to him, like he can stop the wane of his power if he just tries to hold on a little bit tighter. "I know what you want, and I don't have it. I can't lose-"

Broken, fragile thing. Small god of limited earth, crouched at your feet like he might worship you instead. You'd thought him all-powerful once, and then you'd thought him severe and his servants and beasts and playthings petty, and then you'd thought him

because he'd smiled at you in the garden that bloomed from his own hands when you expressed your desire for a flower to tuck in the braid of your dark hair, and his hand had been soft in yours, and when he looked out across his kingdom and the clamouring faces of the people he'd brought to live there, he'd looked at them the same way that he'd looked at you.

Beneath your foot, the ground cracks, fracturing outwards like a spiderweb. It's your heart, you realise morosely, sinking from your chest and into the depths of the earth, disappearing with whatever he'd taken from you; and it was a wretched thing and it had betrayed you a hundred times over, but you still mourn at the loss of it and all the dreams it had carried with it. It blooms in your flowers in the corners of the room, embeds itself into the land and sings along with the song of his power, a thing you can hear but cannot touch, a beast once born that now does not belong to you.

"I'm sorry," he says, his breath like mist in the cold air, and even without your heart, you can't bear to see him so cold.

Your hands reach for him without permission, your body kneeling in the dirt before you can stand your feet firm upon the earth and refuse to move. He flinches away, but your fingers are soft upon his chin and the curve of his jaw, gentle when they brush the soft dip of his neck. "I only wanted to know what it was," you tell him with a voice that cannot hold itself steady. "I thought if you loved me, you would give it back." It's the only voice you have - you are not like him, or like Felix, speaking with many tongues. You don't have any power of your own.

"It's because I love you that I can't give it back." His voice is hoarse, every word a knife that he swallows without ever once flinching. "It's because I love you that I couldn't tell you what it was."

"But didn't I deserve to know?" you question. "Doesn't my life belong to me?"

Finally, his eyes rise, looking up at you with a fire that belies the cold of his skin. "Of course it does," he gasps, and his hand reaches up, dirt-stained fingers dragging at your cheek. "That's why I gave it to you, and I never asked for anything else."

"But you wouldn't give back what you took in the first place."

The sudden violence of his voice crumbles the walls and fractures the sky, the clouds blooming te dark colours of a bruise. The absence of his hand on your cheek stings in the cold; his face turns away, screwed up in regret and a pain he won't allow you to feel. You lurch forward before he can disappear, drawing him into your arms; stiff shoulders, spine of beaten steel, slow beat of a heart you once held in your hands. 

He'd stood so tall and unmoving in the morning light, when you'd first walked down this path, and now in the dark of the setting sun and the ending of the earth, his weight slumps into your grasp, his resolve melting into the warmth of your body. "I didn't want you to suffer again," he says to the soft cotton of your shirt and the curve of your collarbone, his breath a whisper against your skin. "I couldn't watch that, when you asked me to make sure it would never happen again."

Surprise comes in the pause of your breath and the still of your arms, the jump of a heart you're not sure you still possess. "I asked you to make me forget?" you question the world behind his back, and into your neck, he sighs.

"You couldn't forget," he murmurs. "She was dead before I found you, and when I took her from your arms - you couldn't forget. There was nothing I could do to fix what had been broken. And then you begged me to let you forget, so I remembered her for you." He pauses, his throat hitching like he's swallowing something down. A sob maybe, or the tears he will never let fall. "I can't give her back though. She's not here anymore."

You push him upright, your hands on his shoulders, his neck, his face. Brushing away the hair that falls in his eyes, wiping at the blood that drips from the cut on his cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, because the answer is incomprehensible. "Why did you let me go this far?"

"Because I was scared," he admits, and his teeth clench and his spine stiffens against the urge to hide away from you again. "Because I'm a wretched, evil, stupid thing who thinks they can-"

His words die in your throat; vile, wretched things that you store away to spit out later, into the ground where they belong. He is none of that; he is soft, and hesitant, until your fingers find the sharp curve of his hip and the lines of his back, dragging him closer and his lips open like there is nothing in the world to devour but you and

#sorry about the images everyone but tumblr wouldn't let me keep my aesthetic #and i refuse to bow to any shitty website #how tf do you align text on here #anyway #stray kids #bang chan #stray kids chan #bang chan x reader #stray kids x you #y/n without the y/n #lee felix #is mentioned #lee know is also in here if you can spot him #roo writes #the fight i had to a) finish this and b) post it #anyway 7k written for the last three days #a lil treat for #well for me because keeps refused to write me a fic and i got desperate #but for the love of god please someone read this please someone talk to me #i feel like i really cooked with this #one hour of my life spent going down a rabbithole #oh what else was i going to say #vaguely inspired by labyrinth #we went way off the labyrinth rails but #it's there #alright shit alright i'm gonna post it lets go i'm nervous

[jamiesfootball]

Always lowkey simmering a Leverage AU in the back of my head hear me out:

Ted is an ex-insurance investigator who was able to get his son life-saving medical treatment because his first, original Crime Pal Beard was like ‘Ted if your company doesn’t come through with the coverage, we’re doing things my way.’

The company did not come through. The company did let him go due to suspicion of Ted’s involvement in the incident, but Ted will happily remind folks that no charges were formally pressed. Henry is alive and healthy and living with Michelle, who divorced Ted shortly thereafter (not just because of pre-existing marital problems, but because Ted wouldn’t tell her anything about why the doctors “””suddenly decided to do the procedure for free”””). Shortly thereafter, Ted fled the country.

What Ted learned from the whole experience is that there’s a lot of people out there, good people just trying to live by the rules, but sometimes things happen that are just out of their control. And well- if we’ve got the means to help the good people out when no one else will, then shouldn’t we try?

“We’ve got means,” Beard agrees. “And motives.”

They do things Beard’s way now.

#also Rebecca is a grifter who gave it up when she married into money and her name(s) echo mysteriously through the back alleys of London #“did you hear about this Secret Princess Lydia who went missing in the 90s?’ ‘yes Ted that was me’ #the woman is constantly dodging every half-told lie she made on a lark twenty years ago but she is amazing at keeping them straight #and Roy- Roy long ago took an injury that ended his career as a footballer before it started #and he fell into a bad spot as a hitter #and then he fell into a worse spot #and then he dug himself out for his neice that no one knows about (see: everyone knows about think mafia kid no one is allowed to touch her) #the problem now is he’s getting old #the hits hit harder and his speed isn’t what it used to be #(Roy Kent’s slow is still leagues beyond what these young wannabe punks can do these days) #keeley! she is a sneak thief. very charming. tiny. great with repelling down sides of buildings #loves money and shiny rocks and thinks Rebecca is the bee’s knees #and then there’s Jamie who is a 24 year old hacker with gaudy taste no knack for accents and a problem with authority #in this au him and ted have basically split Nate’s backstory #Ted’s dad took him to bars and taught him little tricks and mind games- nothing fancy just stuff an HR person might know #meanwhile Jamie’s dad took him to shady deals in bars because his dad was a fixer who’d put bad guys in touch with each other #jamie keeps a tracker running on his laptop with his dad’s whereabouts at all times #unfortunately he didn’t think that anyone else would bother looking for him- he’s not exactly a big time crook #but Ted and his crew have pissed off Rupert Mannion who is big time and who wants to hit back at Rebecca for making a fool of him #and Mannion’s people have identified that the way in to breaking their little crew is through Jamie #who’s name sounds so ridiculous people have assumed it was fake this whole time #anyways #thanks for reading #I will likely never write this but boy I have ideas 💡 #leverage au #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones #rebecca welton

[torchickentacos]

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#the 'they would not fucking do that' meme is starting to feel like yall just wanna make fun of people's headcanons #but tumblr is not ready for that conversation lmao #'they wouldn't start a family' okay maybe that's just not your trope. i get it. not mine either usually #but like. maybe they WOULD in that person's fic! maybe we can learn to like that trope more!!! #idk man my creative philosophy has always been 'have fun and let everyone else have fun too' #like. i get so sad when people make a point to disagree with headcanons #maybe it's a specific sore spot for me after Situations and Circumstances #but just. we can all coexist. we don't need to prop one thing up as ULTIMATE 'HE WOULD DO THAT AND NOTHING ELSE' #it comes back to how canon is more important to some people than others #but we all have to coexist in the fandom spaces anyways and find ways to get along #we can have different ideas all meshing and coexisting!!! i do it with my friends every single day!!!!! #like!!! palletshipping and oakshipping are holding hands and skipping off into the sunset in my friend group #same with contest and respect. vibing #we make it work. we vibe with other people and have fun #i promise you'll like fandom more if you focus on the happy parts of it and not the parts you hate

[yvtro]

armand's "dead eyes" aren't even a result of him being literally dead. he's just eastern european, we're like that. to quote polish passport pic requirements: " – no unnatural expression (for example: a smile)"

#some of my westerner friends joke that you can always spot the eastern european (me) in the picture based on my expression #everyone else might be :D while i'm just sitting there #i am happy though it's just my face #vampire armand #vc #armand #iwtv

[vampiresuns]

having a tav that's a Lloth-sworn life domain cleric of a noble background who before getting yeeted into the nautiloid was a sacrificial priestess (gn) during one of the cycles of Drow society and had their own altar and temple under their care, means Solune would have the most insane however many minutes they spent interacting with Minthara and I am obsessed about it. As far as I'm conceptualising it, I'm thinking of Lloth as extremely Ungoliant-like. Goddess of hunger, goddess of wanting and consumption, goddess of excess and exuberance, goddess who unmasked the hypocritical gods of starvation, guilt and purity into a society that cherishes a certain kind of clarity about the double standard they impose. For Drow are evil for their wars and their wanting and their taking, but those other people with their other gods kill, warmonger and enslave with no regard and no self-awareness, calling the indignation about receiving scraps from a bunch of silent, unrepentant gods, "guilt and shame". There is violence in denial and her Children will not suffer it.

In the season of Life, they do not sacrifice the unwilling. It is taboo. The only sacrifice that matters is the desire to be devoured and destroyed by the things you love the most.

And Solune sees Minthara and is like fucking finally, someone rational enough to get what I'm going through, that they're losing their mind that their life was taken from them and if they become this other thing, if they transform, if they do not remain Luxe Solune Mizzmyrra, Life Knife of Lloth, they're never going to be able to be reintegrated into that life. They will die away from home, from their temple, from their (first) spouse, from their mother and their siblings and there won't be the day when they too succumb to the knife, when it is time, when the day they no longer feel hunger comes.

And then the parasite gives them an in into Minthara thinking she was raised from the darkness into a FALSE GOD? One thing you do not do is steal from Lady Lloth, and oh my god, there could've been a time, a chance that existed only in ignorance, of Solune lending a hand to Minthara but this to them is unforgivable because Solune is genuinely a good friend to their friends, but if you keep peeking into whatever mindset nobility and religious authority has given them it's like realising your friend is a cesspool of "what the actual and everliving fuck", and when the knife of the morningstar priestess comes down on Minthara it won't be with love but with absolute rage, grief and disgust and I will be thinking about this for evermore. Thanks, I'm not well

#bg3 #bg: solune #minthara #i love Solune they're so fun to build with because it's like sometimes organically they will reach the same conclusion as Wyll about sth #(I did NOT expect them to get along but he is their highest approval followed by Lae'zel) #but it's someone who has such an Alien concept of society to literally everyone else in the party. Solune is (fundamentally!!!) land owning #power concentrating nobility and no matter what they do not matter what conclusion their reach this specific brand of social conservativism #and verticality informs them to their very core. however also and cannot be dismissed that bc of how I'm conceptualising Lloth #(sorry but to write a vertical society that just brutalises itself what is this? western europe? fuck off) #Solune is by some contradiction one of the most You Do You people possible. but like. to a weird extreme and a wouldn't thou like to live #deliciously manner. oh you want to be FREE from your past then BE IT. oh you want to find your place in the world? then let that place #consume you and change you forever until the day there is no more than hungers in you and you can truly say you have lived #terrible enabling force but also extreme nurturing capacity #and above all they want that life back and sympathise with those feelings so well #but if there is one thing they cannot stand and that they will maim you on the spot about is heresy against lloth because you were not give #the gift of unmasking the hypocrisy of the gods of the above to waste yourself turning your back against the underdark jewels of Drow citie #there where the darkness does not mean shadows but the glimmering light of jewels. what do you mean some people live unfair lives? #well have they thought living better??? #i'm obsessed with Solune and whatever the fuck is wrong with them (it's money. it's having money)

[mihrsuri]

Am I projecting my exact trauma history with a a few things changed for character differences and circumstances onto blorbos? Yes. Am I also giving some other blorbos trauma? Yes obviously. Did I create a better and cooler version of myself with one of my exact specific trauma episodes? Absolutely.

#about lil #it’s fun and healing tbh! #(i am attempting to tell myself lil it is okay for you to do if you think it is for everyone else) #hence the post #(you can probably spot the Trauma) #not that you have to have or disclose trauma to blorbo torment but

[samuraisharkie]

If you’re putting off loud ass firework tonight in the suburbs around other houses, let it be known I hate you. nearly kills my dog every year.

#first day of disability month is flooded with panic inducing noise. fuck America #could you losers drive out to open country that’s flat to let out fucking industrial level fireworks. #I don’t mean the small driveway ones or even just one or two smaller ones #I mean the ones that fucking send a shockwave through the whole house like a bomb is dropping. #nothing BUT those it sounds like a war zone out here #I hope you people set ur house on fire #killing birds bats and bugs and more #y’all aren’t even celebrating veterans like you think you are. every vet I’ve ever talked to or heard of HATES it. #putting people in danger to blow out ur eardrums setting off massive fireworks at close range. #y’all are fucking annoying #I wish there was like. etiquette for fireworks this time of year. #where you could put a sign out like ‘this neighborhood as a very anxious senior dog’ or ‘this house is sensitive to loud noises’ #’this house as someone w PTSD’ etc. but no everyone is supposed to get over it and shut the fuck up #and if we don’t like it we’re joyless funkillers #and if the sign is out then you have to find somewhere else away from that house to set off your fireworks. #and if you can’t find a spot without signs then you fucking get over it and have ur burger without ear shattering noise #or you know. go watch PROFESSIONALS set off fireworks instead of risking yourselves your neighbors and everything around you #I’m sorry if ur 4th of July is ruined bc you could set off industrial professional level fireworks then you genuinely need psychiatric help #if you set off a few. this isn’t about you. if you’re putting on a fucking show stopping finale this in fact is #every Fourth of July is a borderline extinction event for wildlife too. animals can die just from the sound. #they DO die. there’s a massive amount of dead animals found every year after nationwide firework events like this #y’all are killing the wildlife and then scratching ur dumbass heads going ‘huh I wonder where the fireflies went’ #you know what’s prettier than polluting the air with pyrotechnics? fireflies! where are they? you killed them! #i LIKE fireworks too. I just don’t like them in my neighborhood by my novice neighbors surrounding me on all sides. #not every single house needs to set off fireworks. fucking stop it

[thehappiestgolucky]

You have no idea the vicious grip they have on my brain rn

I am. 👌 this close. to planning out a fucking fic about them based on a two second interaction. they mean everything to me

#lego monkie kid #doodles #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #lmk host #lbd's host #who needs a sideblog when i can slam my latest fixiation right into my followers faces #my favourite found family dynamic is ragged father and their beloved daughter #the bonus is the *daughter* is the one forcing the dynamic. girls terrible at choosing father figures- #-that somehow just work #so honestly the duo is scratching all the right spots in my brain hmm yes. #my brother in christ how do i always start uni and immediately get sunk into a new fixiation- #-and even the braincells to write something #*sighs* #i am making this everyone else’s problem now #does macaque have any idea what he’s doing? not in the slightest #their first half of relationship dynamic is girl constantly carrying around a water bottle- #-to spritz him. i’m correct #today i bring you self indulgence #tomorrow. who knows

[stevesaxetogrind]

For everyone who ever thinks the trope of Robin getting pissed at Steve for immediately pulling guys when he realizes he is bi is overdone:

Well, I submit I was the queer virgin friend for ages- then in a single week, my “straight” friend has the biggest bi awakening she could have had, gets laid 14 times, and I was just sitting there like HOW?!!?!! where did you find the time????? I was furiously jealous.

She and I also genuinely have a platonic common law marriage backup plan- so AS A ROBIN, this is the only reaction Robin should have to Steve immediately falling in bed with Eddie (or insert any other ship).

#bi steve harrington #platonic stobin #not that I want the show to go with everyone is gay #but if one member of the friend group is gay I swear to god everyone else comes out #this goes harder the younger you meet #so the fact they’re all still teens??????? #like??????? #they all some shade of queer #and Robin getting pissed Steve can still pull bitches when those bitches are guys? #so spot on #Robin no bitches Buckley #i feel you gal

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Not quite what you described in the post but I couldn't make it work that way, and actually I misread it at first so the plush being on Roxy's head is a mental image I have now anyways and that's fun too.

YEEEEESSSSS AMAZING

This is now what she does when she wants to carry around a lil comfort guy but her paws are full. They get to sit on her head.

Which is funnily enough, where the mini Music Men Poppet and Glow like to alternate being. Bsjdndk they just jump up to her head to get comfy in her fluffy hair but! Someone's already there! How DARE someone else take their spot! Oh it's just a plushie? IRRELEVANT! Tippy? SUMMON THE HORDE WE ARE GOING TO WAR!!!!

#lmao djdndk i forget which one is the dramatic one of roxy's four #i think it might be tippy actually #tippy... naybe glow but also POSSIBLY poppet? i should check my notes on them #definitely wasn't bobbin. #bobbin is a chill little tbh creature of a mini guy #just likes being held... and watching what everyone's doing at all times... #just a little guy of all time!! #note: holding bobbin is only to be done by roxy and cassie. he doesn't like anyone else doing it. makes him feel small and vulnerable... #but roxy and cassie make him feel safe and warm so he loves them doing it #yes this means bobbin is the original comfort plushie roxy gets to carry around even before the meteor. #this is the case in every au involving them lmao he's practically glued to her paws dndjjd #ANYWAY YEAH POPPET AND GLOW GETTING MAD THERE'S A JOLTEON PLUSH ON ROXY'S HEAD CAUSE THAT'S THEIR SPOT FUCK YOU #ONLY CASSIE CAN BE THERE WHEN THEY AREN'T WHO'S THIS SPIKEY LEMON BITCH?! #bobbin meanwhile will act like a deflated balloon if shes carrying a plushie around the ruins and not him... #poppet and glow: HOW DARE YOU TAKE BOBBINS SPOT TOO HAVE YOU NO DECENCY?! HAVE YOU NO RESPECT?! NO HUMANITY?! #ndjdjdkd god this is a funny mental image #meteors au #meteors roxy #i swear she's still a sarcastic and angry person in this btw #i have not completely babified her she's still very much angry petty and often mean #her confidence and comfort levels are just more frequently on my mind #cause to be fair... i love her and want to see her comfy and happy after the anger and rage and the tears and the turmoil #there's a lot of that!!! #and she doesn't know how to handle it in her new body so it's extra explosive #but ANYWAY WE'RE TALKING CUTE FUNNY SILLIES WOOOO ROXY WITH A JOLTEON PLUSHIE #ON HER HEAD WHEN HER PAWS ARE FULL AND WITH HER CHIN BETWEEN ITS EARS WHEN THEY'RE NOT #A PRIZED POSSESSION!!!! #SHE LOVES HER MONS FROM EDDIE'S OLD GAMES #pop rox answers #ALSO WHY DON'T I GET NOTIFS ON MOBILE FOR ASKS NOW WHAT'S UP WITH THAT

[jenanigans1207]

Do you guys think, back when Dazai was with PM, Chuuya ironed his clothes for him?

I mean, he lived in a shipping container. There definitely was no part of him that really cared about appearances. But Chuuya does. And he’d be damned before he let his partner go around looking like a wrinkled mess.

And since we all agree that Dazai spent most of his time at Chuuya’s apartment, dropping his coat on the floor with his shoes instead of hanging it up like a decent person, I’m willing to bet that Chuuya would iron his suits for him. He’d bitch Dazai out the whole time, and Dazai would make Maid-Chibi comments, telling Chuuya what a good dog he was, but Chuuya would still do it anyways.

And the first time Dazai went to the ADA, when he finally had to care about his appearance again because he was going back into society and he was being a good person, he realized that he had to be the one to iron his own jacket. And his throat burned and his chest ached the entire time he did it. He’d never stopped missing Chuuya in their years apart, but it hadn’t been such an acute pain in awhile.

#did I just iron my Dazai jacket for the con I’m going to next week? #yes #is that what spurred this thought? #also yes #like can you imagine teen Dazai ironing his clothes? #not a chance in hell #he probably didn’t even know what an iron was until Chuuya introduced him to it #and it’s really the small things that hurt the most #the things you don’t realize you associate to someone else until you’re on the verge of breaking because of it #that’s where the real pain lies #and that would absolutely come to bite Dazai in the ass #he can act like he doesn’t care all he wants #but everyone knows he has one chibi-shaped soft spot #skk #Soukoku #bsd #bungo stray dogs #hc #headcanon