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#step three:
its so easy to buy shit, like,,, steam... everything... on sale... someone on Tumblr talks abt a video game again,,,,
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bishy437 · 2 months
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he won
bonus:
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thejacketscloset · 5 months
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Soap is extremely good at math, but his methods for getting his answers confuse Ghost to no end. He goes through added steps to equations Ghost would never even consider, he somehow factors and simplifies at the same time. Despite how complicated Soap's process seems to be though, Ghost has yet to see him be wrong.
Ghost asks Soap about his process once between missions. They're relaxing on base and Soap is going over his formulas for his demolitions, looking for any improvements he could make. Ghost gets another glance at his nearly illegible equations and forgets to hold his tounge before it's too late.
"How in the bloody hell do you make sense of all of that?" He grumbles out, sounding more confused than anything.
Soap glances over to where Ghost is peeking at his notes, and he offers a genuine smile.
"Ah dunno'. Just kinda clump together the things that make most sense." Soap answers. He points to a specific part of his notes as he speeks, but it does little to make them any more clear for Ghost.
Ghost hums and considers the answer for a second.
"Well it's impressive, Johnny. Lord knows I couldn't do all that."
He hardly thinks the praise is anything special, but then he's looking back to Soap's face and he's just beaming at Ghost, and damn if he can't fight off his own smile.
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profecional-dreamer · 2 months
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the dads.
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kiisaes · 10 months
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the gang takes turns carrying sunny (catholic school au)
inspired by this one reblog's tags on my last omori comic, thank u @nav-i-nav for the idea !
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zzztlk · 4 months
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Im glad the depression is gone! Now have one oc illustration on my desk (tumblr dash) by 5 🥸
Alright Regan be upon ye
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areyoudoingthis · 3 months
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I am SO grateful that ed and stede exist as characters exactly as they are. I'm so grateful for these two men who are traumatized and messed up and struggle to even like themselves, who are terrible at communicating, who make enough mistakes between the two of them to fill an entire ocean. I am so grateful to watch them struggle and be seen and be loved and reach out for the things they want and are maybe starting to believe that they deserve. I'm so grateful that the show lets them fall in love and get together exactly as they are, that it doesn't say they need to wait until they've become some unattainably perfect version of themselves before they have permission to have that. i am so grateful for ofmd
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batsyheere · 1 year
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I keep imagining this one scene- usually its Jason or Tim or Damian, or all the Batboys or the Batfam sitting there with cultists or the league trying to summon the ghost king- but put it as just Dick who is a little surprised that he passed the requirement of having died so he can be used to summon this eldritch being that rules the dead.
And when he's bound, placed in front of a Lazarus pit and everyone is still trying to reach him, the being is summoned- and Danny just lurches through the pit hacking and spitting and cursing because this ectoplasm is nasty, what have you people been doing to it?
And the cultists are expecting Pariah Dark. They demand he takes them to the real ghost king. And Dick just has to watch this being with snow white hair and glowing green eyes start to float up and take this sheen of other to him as he goes "yeah no".
And Dick is maybe a little drugged, and has a concussion, but he feels he has an excuse for what comes out of his mouth.
"Nightwing, come in. What's going on?"
"B, I think I found your next kid. I'm gonna marry him. Even if he climbed out of a Lazarus pit and looks a little spooky."
"-what?!"
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xenonsdoodles · 6 months
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ducks-love-peas · 3 months
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meanwhile, Crowley:
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Good Omens 2 | ⭑favorite moments⭑ 2/?
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badassindistress · 3 months
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Cloaks for all! A cloak sewalong for beginners
Step 0: gathering supplies
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We're starting this cloak in January, but let's give ourselves the time to gather supplies.
What you are definitely going to need:
Fabric
Thread
Needles
Fabric scissors
Sewing pins
A measuring tape
Some type of closure to close the cape
Tailor's chalk or some other way to mark the fabric
A sewing machine (optional if you have more time and handsewing experience)
Bias type in a colour matching your fabric for binding (not necessary if you intend to finish your cloak in a different way)
 What will make this project a lot easier:
An iron and ironing board  - everything will look much neater
If you’re used to inches, keep a converter handy because my brain is used to centimeters
How much fabric do I need?
A lot. 3 meters (of 1.50m width fabric) for a half circle cloak, double that for a full circle cloak. If you're shorter or you want a shorter cape, it'll be less.
Necessary measurements:
Lenght of cloack = from neck across shoulder and arm down to where you want the cloak to end
Neck circumference = measuring tape goes around the neck
What kind of fabric?
Something that feels nice on your skin and isn't very light or terribly heavy. Wools are great for historical looks, velveteen is great for fantasy, silk is great if you have money to burn, etc. For your own sanity, pick something that doesn't fray too much.
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izzyspussy · 8 months
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fic where losers on the internet start calling Jamie "Barbie" because of his hair and the fact he dares to wear pink sometimes, and Jamie is like Very On Purpose taking it as a compliment ("she's everything, right there on the box innit") and like he's not fronting exactly but it is clearly taking at least a little effort to not let it feel like the insult it's meant as.
until Roy gifts him the Olympic soccer Barbie + a custom England uniform for her. then it's pretty easy.
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dandyleyen · 4 days
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Twitter post | Fellas, is it gay to hold hands in the bath and share your mana ?
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royalarchivist · 5 months
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Etoiles: Ok, I need to be a hero and I’m not a hero.
Roier: You are my hero.
Phil: No, you are- you are a hero.
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cthulhusstepmom · 9 months
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Evidence that Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish is not what he seems-Lt. SR:
Soap smells like rain, it took a while to put it together because it's not Soap himself that emits the odor, it just follows him. It's less potent inside and when it's sunny outdoors but if you concentrate it's always there.
He has never been observed touching a gun or grenades without gloves. Almost every other explosive he handles with no regard for his own safety gloves.
HE EATS WEIRD SHIT. While he doesn't eat much of the food on offer from the cafe, he does eat consistently when outdoors, usually plants or flowers. Things he has eaten: dandelions(edible), garlic(edible), thistle(edible but he ate it with the thorns), foxglove(toxic, showed no adverse reaction), Several unidentified flowers and berries, grass(technically edible?) Etc.
Will sometimes refuse to enter a place before abruptly going in. The data is not consistent between different buildings or locations. Further research is required.
Sharp teeth.
Groups things in nonsensical ways. He will only fill a magazine with bullets that total a multiple of 7 or 3. The same for what weights he uses in the gym. When drawing or eating he sorts by 4s. He traded his room to get #13 (right next door, coincidence?).
Cameras will not focus on him, whether photo or video he is never in focus regardless of distance or conditions.
He has never once been in medical for more than half an hour, usually much less. Even though his hands have light burns on them almost constantly.
Dogs hate him. He seems ambivalent towards them and he's never been bit that Ive seen. Cats adore him as do birds.
John MacTavish does not blush. Not for lack of trying even when genuinely flustered or hot, his skin does not flush.
Ghost sets down the small notebook with a minute sound of frustration. The evidence is all there but looking at it, what does it really say? Other than that he's an obsessive creep. A series of quirks and coincidences compiled by a paranoid son of a bitch into a fucking stalker journal. But still, Simon can't help but feel like he's right and he'd be dead a million times over if he simply disregarded his intuition. Even if it is something batshit insane.
At this point however it seems that it'll drive him mad far before it yields any answers. After scouring what little resources were comprehensible on the internet he'd started growing out his hair, intent on tying it in knots to prevent charms. Leaving him with a problem he'd not encountered since he'd first donned the mask: unruly curls and balaclavas don't mix well at all. He'd also kept a piece of stale bread in his pocket for days as he'd read it was a repellent to- and he can't even believe he's considering it-fairies. It backfired, if anything Johnny had been more attached to him and even more touchy than usual. He'd left a small deli cup full of coffee creamer outside his door overnight and found it neatly placed upside down where he'd left it with not a drop left. Ghost chalked that up to some wise guy playing a joke or an exceptionally dextrous cat and firmly shut the door on any other possibilities in his mind. His next test had been a gift of clothing mixed with complements, he'd read that both were likely to drive away any Other. It hadn't been a very extravagant gift, a new pair of gloves and a gruff "well done Johnny" but at the time it had seemed to be the final nail in the coffin as Soap had gone white as a sheet(he can do that but he can't blush???) and scurried off. A quiet dread had filled his stomach the whole day until Soap turned up at dinner, a little quieter than usual but wearing his new gloves and eating more than usual(a scoop and a half of mashed potatoes with 4 packets of butter and 2 packets of sour cream as well as a cookie. The main course of spaghetti and meatballs went untouched though Gaz snapped it up before it could truly go to waste). Though when Ghost returned to his room late that night after trudging through hours of paperwork he found a pile of tiny, aromatic, pink flowers on the floor in front of his door and on top of them a shiny metal comb. Simon's tired brain hardly stopped to think of any of the dire warnings he'd found on forum posts and folklore sites alike, crouching and tenderly retrieving the piece from its bed of flora, careful not to crush any of the tiny blooms. Well... With all the knots in his hair-purposeful and otherwise-he's going to need a sturdy comb anyway.
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hallowclave · 4 months
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She para on my humans till I [GRUESOME SOUNDS OF BUG FUELED VIOLENCE]
Redraw of a skitter design I did a little over a year ago, comparison under the read more
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And the sketch. As a little treat. Just for you.
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