#good job guys

[endlessnightarts]

Shout Out to that time Armand was breaking up with him and Louis just chewed on grass and pondered eternity until Armand literally walked out of his life

Bonus Shout Out to Armand going to cry about it to Lestat who was just trying to rot underground in peace at the time;

#Unhinged King Behavior #all around #good job guys #interview with the vampire #iwtv #endlessnightarts #spoilers #i guess

[deathbypufferfish]

Marinella has sole custody, but she still makes sure the kids see Ume. Which is always an interesting event to say the least. Haru just straight up ignores her and the twins are there just to #vibe. At least things seem much better between Marinella and Ume... :/

#puffer legacy #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #sims 4 #simblr #marinella terzi #ume ikehara #haru terzi #tatsuki terzi #sakura terzi #dimitra galanis #haru said WOMP WOMP. #at least mari and ume are okayish #when they don't have to live together i guess #good job guys

[bitchmanfishboy]

I’m native tumblr but I will say adopting the rule of 196 and making a post every time before I go to leave the app has made my posting habits more regular and fun. Like I’ll just post some fucken, image of a dog with a ‘what’s wrong with him’ caption and I’ll get like 2 people going ‘put him down’

#196 #r/196 #good job guys

[sootsz]

tubbo trying to figure out how team bolas won when he logged off on them having like 2% and the entire chat becoming a hivemind to yell “THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP”

#good job guys #also rip red now #tubbo #qsmp

[ryuki-draws]

The trains better make sure they give each other lots of kisses and hugs <3 <3

And snuggles 🥰

What's better than soft recharge snuggles after a long day of collecting Energon and fixing loose wiring?

#ask #anonymous #transformers #maccadam #tf oc #transformers oc #oc mazačka #oc grease #tf astrotrain #astrotrain #local trains au #though the snuggle range is limited by the wings and the cistern #but they manage #yeah this is how reluctant cooperation looks like 6 - 8 months in #good job guys #peace efforts on Cybertron would be proud #two trains holding hands #train asks

[xjustakay]

(10/5) prompt: eerie — 1,436 words (literal haunted house date night; 0/10, james does not recommend - cw: talk of death/murder, ghosts, general creepy weirdness) @jegulus-microfic

James is a weak, weak man, he’s decided.

Because, here’s the thing: ghost stories? He can usually laugh them off; he’s got no real life experience with the concept of the supernatural or the dead sticking around with the living. He’s watched movies, seen some stories told online, but there’s a degree of separation from them, you know? A screen. A promise that it’s not actually happening to him.

But now? Now there’s no screen, no separation; he’s walking right through one. Checking out an old abandoned house that’s supposedly haunted by the family that died there isn’t at all James’ idea of a romantic evening, but there he is. All because Regulus batted his pretty eyelashes at him with his lip caught between his teeth. All because Regulus hit him at just the right moment with a sweetly murmured ‘please, baby, I want to check it out.”

Ergo, James is a fucking weak man, because he’d been powerless to say no to his boyfriend in the moment.

The old floor of the 19th century mansion creaks beneath their every step. It’s clear that very few other people have been brave enough to enter the blocked off old home —there’s a thin layer of dust coloring everything a muted grey beneath the blue-white glow of the moon slanting through partially-boarded windows. There’s still furniture covered in moth-eaten sheets in each room they pass, too.

It’s eerie, how there’s still a whole life left behind there, despite the fact that it’s been ages since anyone called the place home. James swallows through a tight throat as he follows at Regulus’ side, each of them with their phone in hand, flashlights on. Regulus is too excited, even as he tries to disguise it —an unstoppable enthusiasm in his continued curiosity about all things spooky and strange when he peers through every doorway to see what’s there.

“How are you not freaking out right now?” James asks, whispering on instinct.

“It’s just a house,” Regulus replies at a normal volume, shrugging.

He points his flashlight up at a family portrait hanging over the fireplace in the musty-smelling library that they’ve entered. A man and woman stand stiff-backed behind two identical twin daughters in the painting, five years old at most. The mother has distant eyes and a forced smile on her face while the father looks too serious, obviously tense. The two little girls both smile, one with teeth, one tight-lipped; the only thing that seems to notably set them apart.

James swears that when he takes a small step to the left that all four pairs of eyes follow him. Oh, he’s going to throw up.

“What happened here, again?” He asks. Hates himself for doing so, but his own curiosity can’t seem to be helped.

“Winifred Manning went mad after having her daughters. She’d been told by a doctor she wouldn’t survive having one child, much less two. She ended up convincing herself not long after their birth that they were sent as an omen from the devil,” Regulus explains calmly, head tilting as he looks up at the painted family. “She tried to kill them.”

James gulps. “Tried to?”

“Well, suppose she was successful eventually, considering,” Regulus says. “She tried to poison them for a little while, but the nanny caught on, told her husband, Nicholas.”

James stares at the tense-looking man in question, wondering if he wasn’t looking so uneasy in the pose for the family portrait because he knew. Knew what his wife thought, knew she was trying to get rid of their children.

“So how did they actually die then?” Again, James hates that he’s asking, but he’s clearly blocked out the couple other times Regulus has told him bits of this story before coming here.

“Well, ultimately she drowned them in the bath.” Regulus delivers the news so casually, ignoring the way James winces. “Just left them in the water afterward and returned to playing the piano in the sitting room, that’s where Nicholas found her when he came home. Then he heard the water left running upstairs, found the girls there. And in a madness of his own, having his daughters taken from him and knowing his wife was insane, he stabbed Winifred to death.”

“Jesus,” James wheezes.

“Not a lot of that here, I’m afraid,” Regulus snorts.

It might be a good joke if James weren’t feeling chilled down to the bone at present.

“What happened to Nicholas after all that?” Evidently he’s just going to keep digging himself deeper.

“He hung himself in the attic,” Regulus answers simply. He turns from the fireplace and shines the beam of his phone’s flashlight over the covered furniture leading toward the attached sitting room. “Now people think this place is cursed. That because of the nature of their deaths and the madness they all stemmed from that their spirits just… stayed here. That’s why no one’s touched it in a couple decades.”

“And you wanted to come here?” James lets out a nervous sounding laugh.

Regulus glances at him over his shoulder, lips curled in a smirk. “You’re terrified right now, aren’t you?”

“The fact that you’re not is also of concern to me, but we’ll address that at a later time.” James can’t help the way his lips twitch when Regulus laughs at that.

Turning to face him, Regulus tucks his lit up phone in his back pocket and steps closer. He smooths both hands up and down James’ chest, head tilted back slightly to be able to look up at him.

“I never did thank you properly for coming with me,” Regulus murmurs.

James gives a tilted nod of his head. “True.”

“Should I do that, you think?”

“Here? Now?” James chuckles, nerves still present in the sound. “Bit disrespectful, don’t you think?”

“I think if the ghosts were actually still around, they’d have let us know by now.”

“Okay, hate that you just put that thought in my head.”

“Let me distract you, then.”

Regulus lifts one hand to rest at James’ jaw, easing up on his toes to bring their lips together. And honestly, James does have to give it to him —it fucking works, it’s an excellent distraction. Hard to be afraid of ghosts when his free hand is curling around Regulus’ hip. Hard to be worried about much of anything when Regulus is trailing his tongue over his lower lip before licking right into his mouth.

His hand moves from Regulus’ hip to slide along the small of his back, encouraging him to arch his back the smallest bit. Regulus hums into James’ mouth the moment their bodies press firmly together, his arms both looping securely around the back of James’ neck. A cool breeze passes outside, cutting through shoddily boarded windows and making James shiver just as much as the feel of Regulus sinking his fingers into his hair.

But then, distantly, there’s the tinkling sound of a piano. A slowly building sound that travels along the high and low keys in a melody somehow both pretty and eerie at the same time. It’s Regulus tensing in the curl of his one arm that tells James it’s not just his looming anxiety making him think he hears it. It’s real. Regulus clearly hears the piano, too.

They ease back from kissing, wide hazel eyes on Regulus’ face as his dark brow furrows for a long, anxious moment. The piano continues to play. Sounds like it’s in the next room over; the sitting room attached to the library.

“If this is a joke, it’s not funny,” James whispers shakily, some small part of his brain hoping that it is that simple. That his boyfriend thought it would be hilarious to play a prank on him, hide a speaker in the other room before they came —James might even be proud of him for it after the initial terror wears off.

“James, that’s not me…” Regulus whispers back, grey eyes staring past him, over James’ shoulder toward the open doorway into the room the piano seems to be playing from.

There’s a sudden loud creak followed by a thud upstairs, a door thrown open maybe, that makes them both jump. The piano continues, undisturbed, in the other room. Past the rush of his heart in his ears, James thinks he can hear running water now, the pitter patter of dripping on the hardwood floor above them.

Regulus fists a hand in the front of James’ sweatshirt, yanking as he hurries out of the library the way they came in. “Alright, time to go.”

“Yeah. Yep. Yes, absolutely.”

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #when the ghosts haunting a house crash your already creepy date #this got away from me #but it was fun so lmao #good job guys #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

hey qsmp is #1 trending btw

#good job guys #qsmp #philza is 6 #10piecetalks

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

My, my, how the turntables…

#ml #ml season 5 #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug season 5 #ml determination #marichat #ladrien #adrienette #ladynoir #marichat stans are finally being fed I suppose #they deserve it #good job guys #adrienette and ladynoir stans are currently drowning cuz their dealing with the switch lol #and ladrien stans are dead i’m so sorry #y’all had a good run

[bucksangel]

@/cinnamonmatcha deleted their blog!!

thank you to everyone that reported them! fuck people who steal fics🤍🤍

#good job guys #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #𓆩♡𓆪 angel's thoughts 𓆩♡𓆪

[giolovesyousm]

precisely peter WHAT did you tell ethan and robert when they were recording dps

something like "ok you two guys have to look at eachother like you are MADLY and DEEPLY in love."

and they would have been there

🧍🧍"alright we can do this pretty well"

#they in fact did it pretty well #good job guys #dead poets society #dps fandom #neil perry #dead poets headcanons #todd anderson #anderperry

[lunasnowdrop]

Here at last

#i was wondering how long it would take it to trend #the whole thing just screams Tumblr #the willy wonka experience #the unknown #lol #good job guys

[mikaikaika]

Someone threatening to blow things up due to being annoyed by Tntduo is so on brand for them

#Good job guys #I feel the same #qsmp #Tntduo #Qtntduo #quackity #Qsmp lb

[that-thing-that-feeling]

It’s v interesting how a lot of the fandom and general audience treat Jonathan exactly the way Tommy and Carol do. Almost all of the things they say about him are direct lines from Tommy and Carol.

#jonathan byers #good job guys

[thr3eguess3s]

I’ve been browsing small fandoms and rarer-pairs on AO3 for so long that hitting up the Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair tag gives me whiplash. It’s like strolling along a nice country lane with barely any traffic then taking a left and ending up on a high-speed motorway

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #good job guys #absolutely obsessed with how many fics are coming out rn

[menchtheunknown]

#mha 373 #bnha 373 #manga spoilers #shonen #That is what happened lol #good job guys

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

i always thought ghost emmalyn's zane thing was due to how little she remembers about her life

she knows the name "zane" but doesn't recall the significance of the name

she also has vague memories of the way kenmur made her feel but doesn't remember him as a person

so she combined the only name she knows with the only relationship she recalls, thus her obsession with her "beloved prince zane"

General consensus is something similar to this with ‘her memories are fuuuucked’ so I think we’ve made a fanon character trait for her now, wonderful

#👍 #good job guys #aphmau #aphverse #rewrite #aphblr #minecraft diaries #mcd #mystreet #amaranth #emmalyn aphmau