#they're having a baybay!

[panelshowsource]

Who would you like to see on BFQOTY that has never made an appearance before?

okay i always take these kinds of asks too seriously but pls bare with me!!

when it comes to panel shows there is a spectrum of preparation: on the far left is a show like mock the week, where literally everything apart from a very smol amount of relevant banter is pre-prepared by the panel (they're given the news stories & scenes we'd like to see ahead of time, the standup categories are chosen around their pre-written bits, and so on); and on the other end of that spectrum is a show like big fat quiz, where the only thing you really prepare is potentially a team name. so — to answer this question i'm thinking about people who are very willing and very good at joining in, people who will comfortably banter with jimmy, people who don't always wait their turn to speak (which works better on a show like, say, 8 out of 10 cats). obviously jimmy throws to each team whilst the teams' answers are being revealed, but for the show to really succeed you need a lot more chat and goofing around and camaraderie than that — so who are some of these confident, friendly, funny people?

well let's get this out of the way we need victoria on bfq right? it helps a lot she's irl pals with jimmy so their dynamic is very comfy and she would probably have so much to say about the news or even admonishing the amount of tiktok-related questions LMAO it's great to imagine her with david but also what about team victoria and lee mack?? THE PEOPLE NEED TO SEE IT

nicola coughlan, graham norton, alan cumming, catherine tate (omg catherine and lee...please GOD...), huge davies, get me a doctor let's go jodie whittaker baybay or our man ncuti, would love to see some drag queens like miss lawrence chaney and the viv of course but there are sooo many amazing uk drag stars, kathy burke, ed gamble, morgana robinson, maggie aderin-pocock

get me my man. joe wilkinson. put him with roisin and one white onion

fuck it go big or go home: jennifer saunders and joanna lumley, fry and laurie(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), tennant and sheen (or tennant and tennant frankly georgia ily), the mighty boosh???

wildcard answer jordan north and william hanson? is that just me? i know jordan has done celeb juice a few times and he was great but i also know in my soul william would be fucking good on a panel show, and their friendship is too sweet

cheating but i'd love to see guz khan back on but with a different partner? i fockin love sarah but strategically speaking for lulz imo that year i think it should have ben judi & guz and sarah & jonathan. i understand wanting to change it up and give us new kinds of teams but i don't think those were the people to do it with. also bring back charlie brooker i have charlie brooker withdrawals........ (charlie on wilty in a couple weeks!!! ahhh!!!)

i'd love to see so many people!!! okay i am done with the longest response ever (do you guys ever read these like 'girl just answer the question')! what about you?? who do you want?

#a

[toxooz]

The canvases aren’t even safe 😭 they used the Boroque era as reference for their search engines. Like I’m losing my shit constantly over ai art so bad. Like this is totally gonna be a rant so forgive me but it’s driving up the WALLS. Ai art being readily available is killing the incentive for people to be creative. I cannot tell you how many times I think I’ve found a really cool fellow artist on tiktok and then see #midjourney. I take psychic damage every time that happens to me. And I’m starting to see it infiltrating business too where they generate ai images instead of hire photographers. I also saw someone selling tshirts with ai art on it at my local farmers market. MOTHERFUCKER THE FARMERS MARKET??? HAVE YOU NO SHAME????

NAW PREACH IT cause its become a nagging issue for me for a while that i simply try to not think about and dwell on but dear FUCKING god is it everywhere and it's painfully obvious too! just about every ad takes me 3 seconds to find damning evidence that its ai and im 99% ready to just delete facebook bc #1 i dont give a fuck abt anyone on there anymore and #2 Literally every other post is the most deplorable ai shit ive ever seen that everyone is carelessly oblivious to i mean total abominations that don't make any sense as an image but ppl share bc its the most bottom of the barrel ''relatable'' shit and that's just the sad reality of it is most people don't even give a shit what they're looking at as long as it looks pretty to their eyes for 3 seconds they don't give a damn

and that's just on basic everyday world shit like u said there's so many mfs i think are decent artists where i legitimately cant tell its ai until i read their fuckshit bio or somethin, like that midjourney i didnt even know it was an ai program i would've just thought it was the name of a video game or some shit! like I feel like I'm kinda turning my back on the whole art community involuntarily bc i just dont trust any image i see most of the time and its fukkin sad i ESPECIALLY feel for the real artists prior to this shitshow who have art styles that now look so much like ai that they basically hijacked to feed the machine like I couldn't imagine spending thousands of dollars on an art college and hours of practice just for your art style to be The Blueprint for empty soulless photos cranked out at inhuman rates by any stupid fucking lazy ass clown like Fuck Man it all sucks so much and the worst part is I just feel like it's one of those things where it will not stop until Something caves and i honestly dont know which one it will be but i just know its only going to get worse idk i try to remember that i can pick up a paintbrush or even whatever the hell i want and make something beautiful while 98% of these ai sacks of shit are just limited to stealing other peoples art on the internet and they couldn't even paint a damn flower if their lives depended on it and if i was stuck on a deserted island I'd probably still find ways to make art with whatever tools and resources i have cause that's an artist baybay but as far as The Internet and its grasp it has on the world and trying to make it as a digital artist and trying to make money from your homemade artwork is very grim man and dont even get me started on art and artists in just about every job field rn my heart goes out to them

#me painting hammers at work using spray paint and a pen tip : ai mfs could never #its been irking me for a while and itll only irk me more its soOOOO #like i just draw for funsies atm and get anxious when money is involved but i am planning to start making money off of my art but with this #ai shit its gunna be fukkin hard i dread

[mostbelovedwwewrestlertournament]

Most Beloved AEW Wrestler Tournament Round 2 Statistics Dump

Followers: 168

Total Votes: 13,148 + 11,439 = 24,587 (Considering round 2 only lasted half the time as round 1, nearly matching the vote count is impressive)

Times I accidentally included a wrestler twice without noticing: 1 (fuck you Matt Sydal for being so generic and sorry to the 74 people who have voted for him at some point, he's now my personification of every failure I've ever had)

Beloved By Gender

So before starting, we had a ratio of 23.9% women, 0.7% nonbinary and 75.4% men

After round 1, that shifted to 24.8% women, 1.5% nonbinary and 73.7% men

After round 2, the numbers have shifted even more in favor of not-men

Which means women and nonbinary wrestlers are kicking the men's asses in terms of overall belovedness

Voting Trends

We're still on an upwards trend for votes, still featuring the epic highs and crushing lows of popularity days, but had the first day to break 2000 votes!

Day 16: also known as the day everyone decided that if Punk wasn't going to move on, he may as well lose to Willow. Also the day of everyone deciding that if someone from the BCC had to be eliminated, it was Chuckie T who had to do it to em

The Great Ties

In round 1, as we all know, Darby and Jack tied exactly at 85 votes apiece. It was decided they would both move on to round 2 in order to duke it out once more. Then they both lost. Darby lost to The Butcher by 20 votes and Jack lost to Trish Adora by 35 votes. This marks the end of both of their journeys with Darby getting a total of 193 votes and Jack finishing one slot above him at 216 total votes.

No one brought it up, but there was a tie in round 2 as well. Both Kota Ibushi and Mr. Brodie Lee earned a total of 79 votes. Working from the great tradition of precedent, they'll both be moving on to round 3.

And the near-tie that broke everyone's heart, Anthony Bowens VS Hangman Adam Page. The closest contest thus far that was separated by a single vote in Bowens' favor. Our cowboy will ride into the sunset and Anthony will live to scissor another day

Teams and How They Fared

Any team member not listed in the group lost in round 1

BCC: Bryan Danielson (122), Jon Moxley (147) and Wheeler Yuta (152) have passed the second round but Claudio Castagnoli (106) was taken out by Chuck Taylor.

Best Friends: Kris Statlander (147), Orange Cassidy (177), Danhausen (217) and Chuck Taylor (224) all continue to round 3

The Elite: Kota Ibushi (79), Nick Jackson (126) and Matt Jackson (130) continue to round 3. Adam Page (168) lost to Anthony Bowens.

BCG: Juice Robinson (87) and Jay White (124) move on to round 3. Colten Gunn (38) lost to Abadon.

The Acclaimed: Billy Gunn (101), Anthony Bowens (169) and Max Caster (174) all move on to round 3.

House of Black: Malakai Black (98), Brody King (110), Buddy Matthews (117) make it to round 3, but Julia Hart (95) lost to Athena

Dark Order: Mr Brodie Lee (79), Alex Reynolds (112), Evil Uno (124) move on to round 3. John Silver (35) lost to Kris Statlander and Stu Grayson (38) lost to Isiah Kassidy.

The Outcasts (I know they kinda broke up, but it's an easy grouping to make): Ruby Soho (110) and Toni Storm (120) both make it to round 3

Jurassic Express: Luchasaurus (142) moves on but Jack Perry (131) lost to Trish Adora (and a moment of silence for Marko, who is dead)

Jericho Appreciation Society: Anna Jay (140) moves on. Jake Hager (3) lost to Maki Itoh, Angelo Parker (32) lost to Toni Storm, Matt Menard (53) lost to Brody King and Tay Melo (61) lost to Buddy Matthews.

Death Triangle: Penta (104) moves on, but Rey Fenix (72) lost to Malakai Black

Teams Who Are Still Fully Intact

(Forgive me if I miss some)

Aussie Open: 374 between 2 members

Better Than You Baybay: 431 between 2 members

Butcher, Blade & Bunny: 637 between 3 members

The Acclaimed: 724 between 3 members

Hookhausen: 732 between 2 members

Lowest Votes

The top 6 lowest votes after 2 rounds (they're the 6 under 30 collective votes)

Aaron Solo (29)

Tully Blanchard (28)

Carlie Bravo (23)

Mance Warner (21)

Eli Isom (18)

Madi Wrenkowski (17)

Highest Votes over Round 2

Just the votes earned during round 2 (not collectively)

Willow Nightingale (343)

Chuck Taylor (224)

Danhausen (217)

Orange Cassidy (177)

Nyla Rose (175)

Top 10 Highest Collective Votes

Willow Nightingale (651)

Danhausen (418)

Chuck Taylor (400)

Riho (379)

Orange Cassidy (363)

Eddie Kingston (343)

Wheeler Yuta (338)

Hook (314)

Athena (291)

Hikaru Shida (288)

Thanks everyone who's voted so far and keep an eye out for round 3 tomorrow (reminder that I will be lowering the daily polls from 10 to 5)

#most beloved aew wrestler tournament #aew #all elite wrestling

[neonswitchhouse]

Hey, I love your posts on Pop culture paganism, it's been helping me a lot. I just wanted to ask, how do you deal/cope with the insecurities that come with working with the "villains" from sources?

I find myself drawn to villains moreso than heroes, and I feel more at home with them. However, I get so insecure about it, especially when interacting with other pop culture practitioners. I would love any advice you might have about this, and if you already posted about this, my apologies - Clementine

Hey there! I briefly went over villain work and some of the drawbacks in a previous post, but to get a bit more in-depth (and since that post is a bit older nowadays) I'll try to give some tips.

So I've always been a villain-worker since I started on this path from jail breaking dogmen, ghostly mobsters, mutated fishmen, and lately a brief foray into eldritch horrors, obsessive lovers, and streamers that would get banned from the Home Depot for the inappropriate use of hardware tools. And what I can say is in a sense that it sadly "comes with the territory" or is the "nature of the beast" per se.

A majority of villains either may prefer isolation due to their "nefarious" schemes and plots or nature of their work and need to keep a low profile, while others just might not be used to being out-there due to a number of reasons including being ostracized or "othered" in their sources. From my observations, this may oftentimes also happen for those who are fans of the character as well in the "othering" sense in that they might not feel as at-home as say, protagonists fans, or even being accused of condoning a characters actions or behaviors just because they're a fan of theirs in let's say some more toxic fandom spaces as of late.

So the best advice I would have is to simply embrace it. Be open about it and develop your confidence and brazenness. Those who understand and feel the same way will flock to you naturally and form a small community of sorts. And those who don't well, as long as they mind their business they can go on their merry way; no one's forcing them to go down the same path or be involved with the same characters. Share your experiences working with them to help others feel comfortable and be more open as well (that's what we try to do ourselves anyway ^^;;)!

The isolation or the "othering" is part of the reason I would only recommend villain work to maybe intermediate or at least somewhat experienced practitioners, but it can also be a deeply rewarding and intense path to those who feel drawn to it. Embrace working with your beloathed beloveds; be open about your experiences good or bad.

Besides, not every villain is 100% "evil" and not every hero is 100% "good". Plus there's that whole rejection of "black vs. white" "high vibe vs. low vibe" thinking that should hopefully be in most folk's approach to witchcraft and paganism as a whole. It's all gray and subjective, baybay.

As always

Stay safe, have fun, stay spooky <3

#pop culture paganism #pop culture magic #pop culture witchcraft #pop culture spirit work

[himbos-hotline]

“Do you trust me?” jay and hangman

Hand in [Un]Loveable hand

Word count: 6327 words Ship: The polycule Characters: Kenny Omega"Hangman" Adam PageAdam Cole Mentioned: Young Bucks Kyle O'Reilly Bobby Fish [theyre mentioned once by name but tagging them anyway]Wheeler Yuta Triggers: alcoholism, a drunk cowboy, anxiety, suicide idealation/ suicidal desire, mentions of Jay smoking, alcohol, mentions of Jay having a nightmare of Adam dying, little mention of smut [cole is a bottom, be unsurprised]..I think thats it. Authors note: Trans femme adam cole [baybay], adam is sad and I had no idea how to finish this fic.

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There's something about fear that Jay doesnt understand. She understands why it happens, scientifically it's all chemicals and thoughts that run too fast to the point they're impossible to catch. He understands all of it. She just doesn't get the way it feels on his tongue. It feels spiky and bitter as she rolls it around in their mouth, letting it coat his teeth like chewing gum. Fear is an angry and violent emotion that attacks Jay whenever they sleep.

It fills his tired brain with droning ten bell salutes and clinging to Matt like he’s the last connection to the world he has. It gives his images of waking up digging his nails into a corpse, watching his blonde curls fall across the itchy hotel blankets. His blue eyes are empty and soulless and his skin is cold against the frantic shaking of Jay’s palms, pressing into the dips of his shoulders.

Fear startles him awake like he’s been shot, skin clammy and face wet and shimmering against the rising sun. Adam shifts at their side, wraps a secure arm around his middle and fights against tiredness to open his eyes, blue and flooded with innocent sleepiness. Blue and tired and sprinkled with gold and life. He stares at his and Jay stares back in the rising sun and fear settles pressing against the inside of their veins, tainting the calming kiss with a buzzing sourness that sets Jay’s teeth alight when his tongue drags itself across zeir bottom lip.

Fear makes him jolt, dropping his eyes to the floor where Kenny sits untangling his laces. “I'm gonna go see the Bucks, run through a few things. Are you two gonna be okay if-?” Kenny doesn't need to finish the sentence, he just has to turn tiredly concerned eyes towards the closed hotel room door and sigh softly.

“We’ll be okay.” Cole mumbles from Jay's side, tapping the remote against the side of her leg, soft and in a gentle rhythm that feels almost like she's dancing in some distant corner of his mind. Despite the calmness of her voice,the look on her face gives her concern away; blue eyes creasing in the corners and the back of her foot knocking against the couch. Cole purposely doesn’t look at Kenny as he shifts onto his knees and runs an anxious thumb across the base of Jay’s wrist.

“Will you be okay?” His voice is softer now, serious and Jay strokes a careful hand down their boyfriend's face, twirling a blond strand around her finger to tuck it behind his ear.

“We’ll be okay Ken. I promise.”

“That's if he even comes back to the hotel.” Cole states, staring at the TV like she's actually paying attention to the home shopping channel. “What?” She states when Kenny pushes his knees.

“He’s sick Adam. He can't help it.” Jay replies with a sigh, pressing their knuckles against the bridge of his nose, feeling the cold metal of their piercing dig into the bone. Cole makes a small sound of apology and leans her head against the crook of Jay’s shoulder. “It's okay to forget. I know it's hard Princess.” Jay presses a kiss to her temple and raises their chin slightly to quickly give Kenny a distracted kiss goodbye, only managing to drag his teeth across the hinge of his jaw as he stands. “Sorry baby”

“It's okay, it didn't hurt.” Kenny comforts,voice soft and giggly. It makes Jay smile and when he leans down and points to his lips, she returns with a soft kiss. “I have to go or Nick will murder me for being late.”

Cole tilts his head deeper into Jay’s side and waves goodbye before focusing on the TV again, making small curious sounds as the woman on TV holds up a necklace. “It would look really pretty on you sweetie.” Jay muses, stroking their nails across the apple of his cheek.

“Ya think?” She replies, smiling when Jay nods. “Of course it would look good on me.” She drapes a leg across Jay's lap, releasing a soft breath when Jay’s hands find their place against his thigh, stroking across the bare skin softly.

“Everything would look good on you, you're such a pretty girl.” Jay watches his preen under the words, pressing his lips against his partner's steady pulse. “Do you wanna keep watching the shopping channel?” Jay asks, reaching over Cole’s hip to steal the remote when she shakes his head. The movement presses the curve of her forehead deeper into Jay's jaw and there's a few moments where Adam looks up at zem with mischief swirling through the blue of her eyes. She tilts his head up, pressing his lips against the curve of Jay’s neck, grinning against their skin when a soft breath shudders past his lips. “Princess”

“Mhmm?” Cole whispers, lips still grazing a growing mark that starts to bloom against Jays somewhat tanned skin. “Please?” She whines, rolling his hips until she's sitting on their lap, eagerly grinding his dick into his lap.

“Such a needy girl” Jay’s voice slips past their parted lips and Cole blinks up with wide eyes, a half smile skating across his lips. “Can’t even wait five minutes after Kenny leaves, so pathetic.” Jay leans forwards and whispers the last part in his ear.

Something inside Cole snaps, her pupils spread out like patches of tar and when she speaks it's breathy and needy. Her hips snap against Jay’s lap when they gather her hair between his fingers. Her head swirls and when her boyfriend strokes a hand between his legs, he nods “sir yes-please?” glossy blue eyes blink up at Jay as she pulls her hair again, hard enough to make her moan as her head rolls back, foggy and heavy on her shoulders.

Jay watches her eyes slip closed, letting her nails drag across the crown of her scalp. Small scars poke out against their fingers and Jay bends down to suck on her collarbone; teeth skating across her pale skin when Cole whimpers out their name. “You’re being so good, baby.” Jay promises.

The knock at the door startles them both; Cole squeaks and tucks her head into the side of Jay’s face. “Ignore it please” She whispers, rolling her hips forward. There's a small eager patch of wetness against her boxers and Jay feels pride swell in the bottom of his stomach. “Daddy please?”

“Baby okay, shh.” Jay whispers, cupping her face in his hands, letting his blunt fingernails scratch at the scruff of her beard, the softness of her skin. The knocking at the door gets louder, more disorientated and when Jay presses her lips together and glances over her shoulder instead of looking at Cole she sighs and shifts off their lap, laying her head against the arm of the couch.

The mood dies just as quickly as it started and Jay leans over to kiss at Cole’s cheek. “I’m sure it's just Kenny. He's more than likely forgotten something. You know how he is.” She runs fingers through her hair, watching as Cole placcates under zeir touches. “Pretty girl.” Jay promises, grinning when Cole tilts his head against the couch cushions, rolling to lay on her back.

“Hey could someone lemme in?” It's the first time the person on the other side of the door has spoken; voice loud, and thickened by a messy Southern accent. “I uh- I forgot my keycard…” Cole sighs; leans over her boyfriend and picks up the jeans she had discarded when they first returned back to the hotel. “Guys?”

“We should leave him out there to sober up.” Cole mumbles, trying her best not to let any malice slip into her voice. “It's what I used to do when we’d room together.”

“Well that clearly worked didn’t it Princess.” Jay mumbles back, staring at the door. Something in her stomach twists and guilt paints the inside of their mouth with a thin layer of saliva. They feel sick. They feel useless. Jay can feel Cole’s eyes boring a hole into the back of her head and she turns to look at her. “Sorry.”

Zey get a shrug in return. Cole finally sat up and pressed a kiss to the back of Jay’s neck. “I’ll get the door?” it comes out like a question and Jay opens their mouth to reply.

“A-are you guys there?” Adam falls over his own words and then takes a deep breath like he’s going to be sick. There’s a thud and an image of Adam laying passed out in his own vomit flashes like lightning through Jay’s head. They shake their head quickly and close their eyes. The door to the hotel room clicks open and it feels like a buck shot.

“Is he-” Jay presses their lips together, not sure what she's asking. Is Adam alive? Is he laying on the floor surrounded by broken glass and bile? Is he bloodied and bruised for a bar fight that in the morning he won't remember?

“He’s pissed.” Is Cole’s unsurprised reply. She throws her hands up and almost lets the hotel door close on the cowboy. Adam grabs it and flings it open, wincing as the door knocks into the wall. The hardwood trembles and Cole squirms past, mumbling something Jay can’t quite hear as she leaves. Adam follows her down the hallway with his eyes before shrugging. His boots scuff against the hotel rooms thin carpet and he sways like he's dancing.

“What's her problem?”

“Where have you been?” It’s a stupid question and one that Jay can answer just by looking at him. His hair frays like the end of a hangman's noose, sticking up at awkward angles that make it look like devil's horns. His blue eyes are dark and pickled in his skull; Jay spots them staring down at his half unbuttoned shirt. His jeans are stained with whiskey and mud and as Jay wraps their arms securely around his middle, notices his shirts missing a button.

Adam slumps his taller frame against the smaller person, stroking a hand down their arm. “The bar!” He giggles. It's not a happy sound, it's weak and almost pathetic, like someone has told him a joke that he doesn’t exactly get but he laughs anyway. He blinks sad eyes down at himself and sighs, watching how Jay curls into his chest, holding him up as he sways unsteadily. “It gets sad drinking alone. ‘Though some real nice young man brought me a drink-” He holds his hand up like he’s swirling a glass before he drops it back against Jay's shoulder.

“Yeah? Why don’t we get you to bed hmm?” Jay whispers, using their hands to shift Adams' taller frame into standing straight. He sways and his feet turn inwards when he walks, stumbling and always standing on Jay’s toes. “Okay, just hold my hands darling.” It takes Adam a few moments to focus on their hands, too busy grasping at the wall and shaking the dizziness out of his mind. He groans when it only makes things worse. Adam bends over, gripping his temples and Jay darts forwards, wrapping comforting hands around his forearms. He takes a step backwards, trying to pull Adam along.

They’re between the bed and the bathroom when Adam falls over his own feet and sends them both careening into the wall. The two of them fall with a heavy thud, the back of Adam's head hits the wall and Jay feels the heel of his boot drag against their calf. “Ow. fuck.” He grumbles, leaning back against the wall.

Hair falls over his eyes and when Jay brushes it behind his ears, he leans forward and presses a messy kiss to their lips. Jay wants to kiss him back but it feels wrong; she shouldn't be endeared by his alcoholism. They shouldn't love what scares them. Jay shouldn't kiss the blade that is going to carve away parts of him until Adam is nothing more than a ten bell salute and another wrestling tragedy.

Adam makes a small punched out sound and Jay reaches out to brush dry mud off the apple of his cheek. He tilts his head up and Jay feels the alcoholic warmth pour from his skin, feels the thin layer of sweat when he presses their foreheads together and Jay wraps his arms around their neck. “It gets lonely drinking alone.” Jay watches tears build at the corner of his eyes and presses their foreheads closer together. Maybe she's trying to merge the two of them together or maybe he’s just trying to keep Adams' attention. Jay doesn’t know, but as Adam hides his wet face in their neck, Jay knows that she has to love the things that scare her. Because to love the monsters that haunt Adam is to love him. She has to love the burning building that is his frame, for in the ashes is the man who plays guitar and sings too loud in the shower.

Jay presses a kiss to the top of his head, uses their sleeve to swipe away his own tears and whispers.

“You’re not alone anymore.”

“Y’promise?”

Jay pulls back, holds his face in his hands. Stares so deeply into the blues of his eyes that they feel like he's drowning in the middle of an ocean, she takes a much needed gasp of air and strokes his face with the pads of their thumbs. “I promise.” He nods against her shoulder and Jay sways him gently, softly. Adam trembles in their side like a dying animal, heavy breaths racking against the curves of his ribs. Jay just holds him, stroking his back.

Maybe its moments, maybe its hours. Neither of them know. But Adam pulls away and sniffles, keeping his eyes on the floor. Shame paints itself across his red face and Jay barely manages a half smile. “Adam baby look at me.” He rests a hand on his knee.

Adam shakes his head, whimpering as pain shoots through his temples. “I can’t.” Under the hotel lights Adam looks almost childish; curled in front of them with his forehead resting against his knees, hands shaking as blunt nails claw against the dirty denim of his jeans. Distantly, through the fog he hears his girlfriend sigh and guilt tingles its way through his bloodstream, mixing with the euphoria of ethanol and tears sting at the corner of his eyes. Adam wants too but he sees the sadness growing behind Jay’s eyes and soft half smiles. She’s being so gentle with him and Adam doesn’t deserve their careful touches and kindness, he’s pulling her apart and Jay is letting him twist the blade deeper into the cartilage of his shoulder.

“Okay baby.” Jay squeezes his wrist, gentle enough that it forces Adam to look at him through wet eyelashes. “Let’s get ya ready for bed yeah? Get you outta these jeans yeah?” “Yeah.” Adam whispers, trying his best to manage a smile although by the way that Jay tilts their head and runs a thumb across the apple of his cheek, he guesses it came out more like a grimace.

Adam uses the wall to support him when he stands, one hand feeling its way across the bar walls while his other arm flails through the air like a child on a balance beam. Walking seems like it takes an extreme amount of focus for him, tongue poking out the corner of his lips as Jay holds onto his middle; a pole keeping his taller frame straight for the short walk over to the bed.

The heels of his boots knock against the floor as Jay kneels between his legs, undressing Adam like he was a toddler too stupid to figure out the zippers on his boots or the poppers on his shirt, naked under their hands he feels exposed. “I’ll get some boxers out of your bag okay?” She turns to point over her shoulder, at his suitcase open on the floor. Maybe it’s the way Adam squirms under her eyeline or maybe it's the goosebumps that cover his forearms but she leans forwards and wraps the starchy hotel sheet around his shoulders and pulls it tightly around his alcohol stained frame. “Gotta keep my cowboy warm.”

Jay stares down at him; watches how he nods, and lets his body fall into the mattress. He drags his legs close to his chest and cuddles into himself, keeping his eyes stubbornly closed. Jay thinks he looks like a starving dog or a terrified child. He looks broken and small and empty as if someone had stolen every part of the man who she fell in love with. She strokes a hand through his knotted hair, working free soft cherubin-like curls. Pressure builds behind their eyes as she strokes loose curls off the frame of his face. Adams' green eyes crack open to stare at their face; Jays eyebrows are drawn together and low, casting shadows across her mismatched eyes making them look like a lake-lined forest after a hurricane. “What's wrong?” His voice sounds like he’s sick; croaky and static-like in his ears.

She scrubs her fists across the bridge of their nose, using the friction to rub away the line of water building at the bottom of her eyes. “Nothing darling.” It shouldn’t be easy to lie to one of the people she loves but as Jay keeps speaking, pulling a faded band T-shirt and boxers against Adam’s yellowing skin, a part of her brain frowns like a stubborn mother as lies keep tumbling into the air around them. She promises that zey are okay and that everything is going to be better in the morning. Adam nods along, muscles loose and limber from the alcohol, letting him dress him. Jay sits by his feet as Adam squirms under the blankets, pulling them up under his nose. His bare feet poke out the bottom of the blankets and Jay picks his socks up from the floor, letting his legs rest on his lap as she pulls them on, reaching out to trace a finger across the horseshoe pattern. He’s looking at zem from the pillows, half-open eyes wet and watery. “S’late.” Adam finally mumbles and, still running a nail across the patterns, glances up at the clock on the wall that sits annoyingly above the bed. It flashes in aggressive red neon that makes it clear that it is way past their normal bedtimes.

Jay smiles, nodding at him. Adam’s eyes are crystalised like whiskey glasses and they look like they're floating, picked and euphoric in his skull and as Jay stares at him, they imagine twisting them out of their sockets like lightbulbs and letting the amber liquid drain out of his skull like amber falling from a damaged tree. She shakes her head as if her brain was an etch a sketch, removing the thought from it quickly. It doesn’t work and the idea of alcohol melting down Adam’s face sticks stubbornly behind her eyelids. A hand comes to wrap around theirs and almost like its a dying instinct, Jay squeezes. “C’ere.”

She lets him tug her down, lets Adam tangle his larger frame around their smaller one. “Love you.” Adam whispers, tucking his head securely between his collar and jaw. He presses his cheek against their skin that Jay is half sure that Adam can feel her racing pulse against his skin. Jay reaches over his head, careful not to startle his half awake frame and the room plunges into darkness, the floor barely lit by the white light on the moon pressing little kisses to the floor.

Adam sleeps and Jay doesn’t. She presses her hand against the curve of his ribs, feels his chest rising and falling under her palm and it makes Jay think about roses blooming and the first sprinkling of rain. It makes her think of everything good in the world that eventually gets snatches away; fate snatches everything good from her fingertips and so Jay wraps his arms around Adam tighter and presses a tearful kiss against the almost unbroken line between his forehead and nose and whispers sweet nothings into his hair.

The sun has started to rise when Kenny pushes the door to the hotel room open with his hip, holding the keycard between his teeth. In the dimness of the rising sun, he spots Jay resting against the headboard and jolts back, almost knocking into the door. “Why are you still awake baby girl?” He watches his girlfriend push the blankets back and Kenny sighs softly. “Have you slept?”

“Have you?” Was Jay’s quiet reply as she watched him take off his shoes, leaving them in the middle of the room. “Not really. I don't-'' The mattress dips when Kenny sits besides them, letting his arm fall securely around their shoulder. His fingers work a bruise free against Jay’s pale skin. Even as she stares at Kenny, taking note of the apology glowing in his eyes, he keeps glances over at Adam, who rolled onto his side.

“Did Cole just leave you to deal with him, was he?” There’s a bite of anger in his whispered words and Jay lays their head against chest. It hurts, pressing his hearing aids into his skull but the pain feels real and Jay almost relishes in the ache.

“Yeah. emotional.” She traces a finger down Adam’s spine, feeling her nails dip into the worn down holes. “It's not Cole’s job to look after him. She’s gone to stay with Bobby and Kyle.” Kenny tilts his head against theirs, lips brushing against the top of her head.

“It’s not ours either.” Kenny stares and it makes Jay’s stomach crease. “He needs help from a doctor and a therapist.”

Jay sighs. He knows this. He knows that their love can only help Adam so much. That Kenny pressing water bottles against his lips so Adam doesn’t dehydrate and Jay helping him shower and Cole tying the soft golden strands of his hair up so Adam doesn’t get sick in it can only help so much before he’s too far gone and their relationship snaps like a guitar string pulled too tightly. She swallows, gathers a fistfall of Adam’s soft blond hair and tugs just soft enough that the curls straighten before bouncing back into place. Adam doesn’t stir, just lets his head roll back against the starchy hotel pillowcases.

“He looks yellow.” Jay whispers, having to break the silence and stop Kenny from staring at him with sad eyes.

“It's the sunlight baby. I promise.” He whispers, placing his hand over the one tangled in Adam's hair and squeezes. His nails drag across Adam’s scalp and he releases a small whimper when Kenny pulls both hands away and drags Jay into sitting in his lap.

“It's gonna be okay baby.” Kenny whispers, pressing kisses against their knuckles and maybe it's the sleep deprivation or maybe the gentleness is enough to worm through a small hole in Jay’s walls. Tears blurr her vision and through tears, they whsiper “he’s killing himself and we’re- we’re and we’re just-” “Shh baby shh. I know. I know. Shh.” Kenny coo’s into their hair, rocking them against his chest like Jay was a baby. He kisses the top of her head and hums soft notes into their messy red hair until his boyfriends sobs are quieted into a little sniffles. Kenny remembers holding Nick the same way once, swaying and rocking his sniffling frame and a small smile spreads across his tired face. Jay and Nick, the crybaby Bucks; two smaller men who are so in touch with their emotions that it nearly pulls them apart. Maybe that's why the two of them get along so well, Kenny thinks as he presses another kiss to her forehead. “We’ll get everything fixed I promise.”

Jay stares at him like she's lost something important and her mismatched eyes are endlessly sad. He presses a soft kiss against her lips and when Jay manages a half smile, he shifts down the bed until his head is resting against the pillow. “Sleep now baby. I’ll keep watch. I promise.”

Jay nods, worn out and drained from crying. She settles his hearing aids on the bedside table and lets the sun-kissed world darken around them.

They’re awakened to the feeling of mattresses dipping and Kenny’s sleep deprived frame stumbling towards the small connected bathroom. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Jay is almost startled to find the bed empty, blankets a tangled mess around her ankles. The world explodes into the sound of Adam heaving and Kenny calming him down, promising that there’s nothing in his hair when he turns his hearing aids on.

Bare-footed and half awake, Jay wanders towards the bathroom and peaks her head around the doorframe. Adam is on his knees, gripping the edge of the toilet seat as if it's the only thing in the room that isn’t spinning and Kenny kneels by his side, using his hands to form a loose makeshift ponytail. “Is he okay?” Jay asks a stupid question, sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

“Hungover.” Kenny provides an obvious answer, pulling his eyebrows together apologetically when Adam groans, pressing his forehead against the cold porcelain. “It’s okay Cowboy, It’ll stop soon.”

Adam groans in reply, reaching up to rub his throat. Everything burns and when he turns to stare sadly up at Kenny, the world is too bright and he thunks his head down again. “Ow.” His head feels like it's splitting in two, ripping apart with every mouthful of spit that he coughs into the hotel toilet. His skin feels like he’s made of plastic and some deranged child is melting him with the light of the sun. Every muscle feels too tight, too sticky and when he pulls back to rest on the back of his ankles, his skin is too red and feverishly hot. He looks a mess and by the way Kenny’s hands trail down the back of his neck, letting his hair fall around trembling shoulders before pulling away, he knows that the others know it.

There’s a mix of tears and snot growing on his face everytime Adam breathes out, making his face feel sticky as if someone’s pushing a pillow against him, trying to suffocate him. Kenny flushes the toilet and uses a wet washcloth to dab away the mess on his boyfriend's face like Adam is something worthy of being cleaned; someone worth being polished. He holds Adam’s chin in his hand when he’s finished, dropping the washcloth into the sink. “There’s my handsome boy.” He whispers, pressing a kiss against Adam’s forehead and it almost makes him cry.

It almost feels too much when Adam reaches out to use the wall to pull himself up. His knees wobble but don’t betray his weight and when he stares at his face in the mirror. Adam barely recognises himself. His eyes are rimmed red and heavy set in his tired face, his nose is running almost like he’s got a cold and his lips are red and swollen. A bruise is forming on his forehead and when his hand rises to press against it, they come away shaking and slightly bloody. He blinks at the person looking back at him and sneers. The person in the mirror isn’t pretty or handsome; it’s some betrayed wounded creature who should be put out of its misery.

The thought isn’t shocking but it makes something in Adam’s overheating body feel cold. He doesn’t want to die. Right? He tries not to think about the pain meds Kenny keeps in a pocket of his suitcase, or the still-full packet of Marlboro cigarettes Jay keeps in their inside jacket pocket. He closes his eyes as the voice in his head, vicious and harmful and scary, tells him what it would be like to smoke every last one, putting the butts out on his arm. The devil on his shoulder, whispering at his weakened self control to take every last pill, to cradle a handful and slam them down his throat. Adam screws his eyes up, stares at his reflection in the mirror and concludes something.

Maybe.

Does he want to die?

Maybe.

“No.” He whispers, quiet enough and hidden by the croak of his strained voice that his boyfriends, staring at him with nervous eyes, don’t hear what he says. They both look at each other and raise their shoulders in a shrug.

“Where’d you go baby?” Kenny asks eventually and his voice is suddenly the loudest thing happening around Adam’s head. The cloudy thoughts are washed away but the Adam in his mind reaches up and picks a cloud out of the sky of his thoughts, and clings to it until it's an overwhelming fog that consumes the little fella. He shrugs and disappears. However, the Adam in the real world blinks, tries to take a step forward and instantly falls back into the bathroom wall, shrinking down before either Kenny and Jay could grab him. “Back to bed for you.”

“M’fine.” Adam croaks out, knowing that he is the opposite of fine. He’s sitting on the bathroom floor of some hotel room, hungover and still half-drunk, his stomach keeps rolling up to meet his throat and he ends up spitting into the toilet, nausea brings nothing but bile that burns his throat. Everything on his body feels too tight and the clothes that Jay dressed him in the night before are sticking to his sweaty, red-tinged skin. It makes him itch. He kicks off the socks, nearly hitting Kenny in the ankle with the sole of his foot and squirms out of the shirt.

“Sure, you’re totally fine.” Kenny mumbles under his breath and when Adam rears his head up, eyes angry, to glare at him, Jay steps between the two of them. They take Kenny by the hands and squeeze them softly, Adam closes his eyes again and leans against the cold tiles. It provides little relief from the anger knotting at his stomach or the heat radiating off his skin but as he tilts the crown of his head against them, it settles something deep inside him. It almost feels like dying; a sweet relief washing over him for a few seconds before someone presses a cold hand against his forehead.

Relief sweeps across his face; relaxing the tight muscles and when he blinks his eyes open, Jay looks relieved, stroking a scar that cuts through his eyebrow, “D’ya wanna shower?” She asks in a voice that's so small, a sober Adam would joke it didn’t come from the normally hot-headed, compassionate firecracker he calls a boyfriend. Adam Isn’t sober so he remains tightly lipped and, using Jay as stability, slides his back up the wall and lets zem settle him into the bath. He strips himself out of his boxers and keeps his eyes focused on the wall in front of him. Jay pretends not to notice the collection of scars across his hips, simply shifting to the other end of the tub to turn on the taps. The bath fills with a pleasing mixture of cold and hot water; weaving its way over Adam’s legs, across his hips until it pools comfortably around his chest. It presses slightly around his chest and it feels almost like a weighted blanket. “I’m gonna go get your toiletries.”

“Okay…” Adam swallows the growing wave of nausea and sinks further into the cooling water, letting his shoulders submerge. “I’m sorry.” He stares at his hands, folded neatly in his lap.

“What for?” Jay asks, head tilted in confusion and eyebrows knitted together. “Adam, sweetheart, what for?” She’s back at his side, leaning over the tub and reaching under the water to stroke at the curve of his shoulder.

There’s a dusting of red across the bridge of his nose and Adam feels his skin burning. Embarrassment and guilt bite at the corner of his mind, mixing with his hangover. It makes a dangerous concoction of pain that makes him feel loose tongued and weak. “For being like this..” His hand flails under the water, gesturing to himself. “I shouldn’t…you and Kenny and Adam..you don’t…I shouldn’t”

“Adam sweetie.” Jay’s hand pulls off his shoulder and cups his chin between their hands as if she was holding something special. “Our hearts love you. We chose you because of that. That means we chose all the moments and things that come with you.” She rubs at his cheeks, presses a soft kiss to the middle of his forehead. “No matter what weather you’re having good or bad days or weeks or hell, even years. We’re always going to love you. Because you’re funny and kind and gentle and smart. You make us all so proud every single day y’know that?”

Adam’s eyebrows shoot upwards, his eyes creasing. “I do?”

“Hell fucking yeah” Jay whispers, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “We don’t get angry at Kenny when his knees hurt and we don't get upset when Cole’s breasts hurt her. We don’t hate them or stop loving them because they’re suffering. So why would Kenny or I or Cole stop loving you because you're suffering?”

He blinks at her for a few moments, reaching up to squeeze at their wrists.

“We love you Adam. You’re our boyfriend and you’re gonna get better. Everything is gonna get better.”

“And…” He presses his lips together, snuggling into her cold hands. “And if it doesn’t?”

“We’ll love you the exact same.” Kenny replies from the doorway. He’s holding Adam’s toiletries bag in one hand and a book in the other. He smiles sheepishly and holds both out. “I heard the water running..I thought he’d be needing this.”

“Thank you angel.” Adam whispers, watching as Jay lines the bottles up in height order on the other end of the tub. “What's the book for?”

“I'm gonna read to you while Jay washes you.” The smile that spreads across his face is soft and real, it crinkles his eyes and Adam feels warm. The world no longer feels so bright, Kenny must have dimmed the lights when he left the bathroom. “You deserve to be pampered, so you look pretty when you go home.” It makes Adam blush, warmth spreading through his body faster and better than any alcohol ever has before. Love is dizzying and exciting and terrifying. It warms his skin with a pleasant blush.

He still feels like he’s made of plastic as Jay runs tea-tree smelling body wash across his shoulders and across his chest. Bubbles foam against Adam’s skin and he sinks deeper into the water watching as they float away. Kenny has opened the book, resting it against his crossed legs. Adam tries his best to pay attention to the words Kenny is reading because he’s trying, stumbling over sentences but whenever Adam peaks over the side of the bath and see’s Kenny looking back, blue eyes sparkling and soft his voice fades away.

Jay has shifted out of his eyeline and Adam feels water running down his face. He doesn’t like other people washing his hair; it feels too intimate. The loud part of his mind has always imagined the person washing his hair, cutting it or pushing his head under the water until he can't breathe. But Jay rests her hands against the back of his shoulders and waits.

“Do you trust me?” She asks and the question is heavier than washing out shampoo. It sits heavy in the small room for a few seconds. Adam shifts and slowly rolls over onto his stomach to look at her. The movement makes the room shift slightly and water sloshes onto the floor, wetting the now closed book on Kenny’s lap.

Adam smiles, leans in slightly to rest their foreheads together and whispers. “With everything.”

And as Kenny rests his head against Adam’s shoulder, book now discarded onto the closed toilet seat, Adam’s head feels clearer than ever. Kenny rolls him back and strokes an unbroken line across his ear. “Love you cowboy.”

“I love you guys too.”

And its un unbroken promise. One that doesn’t slip away or snap. The Virginia show rolls around and surrounded by family, Adam feels better. He passes most of his whiskey off as gifts between family members, smiling when he catches a partner's proud smile smoothing out their face. They’re all sitting outside, spread out on the porch.

“I’m proud of you Hanger.” Kenny whispers and lays his head against the curve of Adam’s leg. Adam smiles, wraps an arm around Cole shoulders and watches as Jay brings out glasses of lemonade and hands him his antidepressants.

Adam pulls a face and follows them with his eyes. “Is it that time already?” He sighs, the sound breaking into a laugh when there's a cacophony of “yes Adam” around him.

“Fine. fine.” He takes his medication, washes the singular pill down with homemade lemonade and leans back against the porch swing. It creaks slightly and under the setting sun. Adam is sure that this is what he was chasing at the bottom of glasses of whiskey and stale bottles of beer.

He didn't need to run and hide in the amber liquids because euphoria was surrounding him. He lets his partners snuggle against him and he sighs, eyes closed and chin tilted against Jay’s head.

He’s in heaven and for once it's not spinning. The world is still and Adam decides that he likes it this way. His eyes are clean when he stares at his partners. Alcohol can steal so much from him but it won’t touch this moment. It won’t touch any of their moments together.

Adam promises them that, promises the world that. And most importantly, promises himself that.

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#mouse writes #oc: jay orton #ship: the polycule #hangman adam page #OTP: southern lovin' had me a blast

[romegaketh]

hello! i'm currently obsessed with "oh lord, it really brings me down" - the whole fic is constructed so nicely and i love the supernatural take on what adam page is going through, as well as the allocations of adam to buck. are there any moments that you wanted to write into it, but ultimately decided not to?

ah, anon, this is so kind! i love that fic very much and am v proud of it: i am thrilled it has managed to also mean something to you. under the cut i will ramble a bit but i also wanted to say i do not bite (unlike adam cole) and i am always thrilled to have people in my dms <3 u are totally welcome to pop in anytime u like <3

firstly cannot let a comment about the structure go without rhapsodising over the efforts of ao3 user eggshellseas who truly saved me!!! i was like "please help me" and she was like "ya, here u go" and then like. it all made sense. her mind!!!! incredible stuff. i am breathlessly, desperately, on tenterhooks (no pressure tho) waiting for her to write some kenny/adam page w gloating vampire adam cole, which is, to me, the platonic ideal of Good Soup.

ok, so. i think the strength of that fic is how strongly anchored it is in nick's point of view. it's a good pov and nick's repression carries a lot of the horror beats because his denial is a solid 1/3 to 1/2 of the creeping unpleasantness in there! like ya adam cole is a vampire eating people but also, what the fuck is up with nick? nothing good, (baybay). however, the exclusivity of nick's pov and his desire to Not See Anything Bad Ever means we really only see a construction of adam that nick is building for himself - until the very end, obviously, when that construction falls apart, and nick is reminded, unpleasantly, that adam is a real person and he has a Real Agenda, he's not just a space upon which nick can localize his ~desire and then avoid it.

the nature of kyle and bobby is a big one i left out, just because nick doesn't care about them! he's not interested! he's interested in if/when they are dangerous to adam/him, but otherwise, he's busy. but i did think about them (and talk about them!). they're not vampires and adam thinks they are in thrall to him because they drink his blood, but they came out on their own and they hang out with adam because they want to. though he probably does have some influence on them, and he wouldn't, like, be totally helpless or without recourse if kyle tried to turn on him. he's got leverage.

i would say the other big one is that nick never makes it explicit that he like, Sexually Desires Adam Cole. and how much adam knows that. (parallel to the depth to which matt desires Adam Page, and the ways in which they have partitioned off desire and allowed it to be separate in that way.) i love repression i think it's very interesting narratively and i think it is an interesting component of the way the bucks present themselves! in this fic the bucks are like pretty carefully tacitly policing each other and allowing like, certain kinds of affection to be made tactile and acceptable whereas other kinds are not. i feel like adam cole knows and thinks it's funny and adam page doesn't know or reads it as something that's a joke about him instead of like, matt sincerely being into him and refusing to accept that about himself.

eggshellseas would probably say how much kenny knows! i think kenny knows a bit more than he's letting on. i like the idea of the bucks thinking of themselves as grandmasters and being super super politicking and proactive, but sometimes they forget that other people are able to move in that way too - the same way they sometimes forget that they're separate people with separate agendas (and separate adams, lmao). kenny i don't think is quite as unaware of whatever it is adam is doing to him as they think: he's also, phantom thread style, comfortable with taking a little damage to make everyone else happy. (especially to let the bucks take care of him. they gotta!!! they love him!!!)

oh also adam is definitely doing a lot of murder. like, they caught him eating a guy one time and that guy was fine? no. he is doing flirt w closeted guys then eat them, and he is doing it En Masse. he's just not doing it at work anymore.

if there's anything in particular you are curious about please feel free to ask! mm, vampires.

#au: devil town #ask: anon

[shootingst4rpress]

6 and 10 💏

6. what books have i read in the last month

a memory called empire, night watch, and re-read everyone on the moon is essential personnel!

a memory called empire was enjoyable, but not a fave. i really liked the worldbuilding and how the entire book felt really considered and the exploration of how people threatened by colonisation relate to and think about the empire, but i found the moment to moment writing a little bland? fantastic ideas, maybe not executed with enough detail as i would like.

night watch. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH. this book was absolutely amazing—vimes is a phenomenal character with an incredibly interesting arc and this way of like, summing up his character growth and ESPECIALLY leading up to him having a baby. was amazing. i think pratchett was saying interesting things about policing even when i didn't always agree. i spent most of it like 'dude, c'mon, 'cops are bad' isn't that much of a stretch from what you are BASICALLY saying' but it was handled really interestingly. my only critique is like. women please

it was my second time reading everyone on the moon is essential personnel and it's still really amazing. the stories are evocative and clever and perfect speculative fiction—they're all saying something about the real world in a really unexpected and intruiging way. 'the android that designed itself' (the one which That Quote About Transness You Know The One With The Grapes comes from) has kinda helped me think abt my own body and wants a lot? the last part of that story is talking about how changing your body is terrifying because there's so many possibilities and only one can be true, it makes that nebulous want of 'i want to be different from this' into a real concrete thing. and how changing yourself is still necessary and important because that change is so precious + it really made me think a lot about what i want to look like, y'know? anyway. that was a huge ramble

10. ooohh. warrior cats baybay. undoubtably. i still love em despite them now seeming super shallow. leafpool and mothwing were lesbians

[murhattu]

The Great Pretender

There be blood and a slightly flashy gif. I don't think they're worth an actual warning (but feel free to tell me if they are!), but just so you know!

But lookie, a perfectly innocent Baybay!

Except OH NO

something happened!

The scariest thing here must be the extra bad quality though. Sorry, I can't do much about it. 8c

So yeah

Things went twisted. 8O

Don't they always when this character (and me) is in question.

This is more or less drawn for the Halloween event at FNaF FFPS's Amino. But more or more this is just random. I wanted to try this kind of perspective with Baby's face, as I'm quite bad with perspectives and should definitely practice them more. But overall this is just a basic piece that went on living it's own life; I didn't plan on making it a gif, but then I felt like I have to, because my sense of humour is what it is; her face turned out somewhat innocent compaired to how I usually draw her, so I needed a twist. Because cute things are overrated, right? 8D

The lineart is traditional, that's why it's bit... wobbly. My hands are extra shaky, it makes doing clean linearts by traditional methods very hard.

#five nights at freddy's #art #fnaf #fnaf sl #fnaf 5 sister location #fnaf 5 #fnaf sister location #five nights at freddy's sl #five nights at freddy's sister location #fnaf sl fanart #fnaf fanart #fanart #digital fanart #digital artwork #digtal art #digital drawing #digital illustration #photoshop #gif #gif art #blood #black and white #circus baby fanart #fnaf sl circus baby

[fureliselost]

VLD REWATCH s8e4-7

these

don't look like they're fading, don't look like they'r ever going away, they ain't ever gonna change

ok, i'm done, let's go

- what happened to olkarion?

- oh no, weblum

- hunk and keith talking rhymes go brrrrrr

- tf

- and pidge can bond w dead olkarion

- kl shots

- tech probs again lol

- go.... pidge?

ep 5

- iverson>loving doggos

- I LOVE ONE INA LEIFSDOTTIR

]- OH MY GOD I KNOW WHAT EPISODE THIS IS

- and it's a trapppppp

- veracxa go brrrrrrr

- ezpr and zethridddddd

- GIVE LANCE CREDIT PIDGE

- Veronica...... do you actually know lance? I mean, a minute ago we were shown that lance is actually better than most of the paladins at navigation and then you're........ what are they trying to say really?

- yay, space lesbians ig

- the purpose of this episode was just to have the lesbians reunited and the paladins in their skintight suit

ep 6

- ok, so roabeast that's what is happening, it's hard to keep track

- i don't think it's a good idea to attack oriande, but ok, allura

- why tf did they parallel honerva to allura wtf

- in s8 they started putting allura and lance beside each other in scenes where previously keith and lance would be needlessly beside each other but, like, when it's allura beside lance there's just this... void? it's hard to explain that but one of the reasons is that she and lance don't engage with each other as much as keith and lance. And allura, since she is now dating lance, is expected to engage with lance, that's the entire reason why I started collecting every frame where keith and lance are together -- keith and lance weren't expected to interact or be near each other because they claimed to hate each other but they did, constantly, and just the first season had more screenshots than it had episodes (meaning that there was more than 1 needless interaction or closeness per episode).

- the atlas being a robot was...... i didn't like it

- this ep is confusinfg, what's happening w matt?

- honerva what the absolute fuck are you doing

- wait, hadn't luca died? who that

- yay zethrid, ezor and th eone olkari

- honerva wtf

- hoe is tearing apart reality

- slav will go crazy with this non-believer

- is that sincline WHAT THE FUCK

- lotor really said yeet

- go berserker allura

- ohhh, lancey lance woke up to stop allura from going nuts

- ok so allura went for honerva and lotor went for allura, so lance went for lotor and honerva's evangelions went for lance, which caused lotor to go for the evangelions and then lance and then, as allura is going for honerva and lotor is going for lance, honerva stops lotor from killing lance so allura doesn't kill her? is that right?

- nope, that is not right because honerva wasn't even worried about allura, so when allura gets close honerva does madic mumbo jumbo

- are we gonna talk about the fact that allura was using a spear? or, dare i say, a lance

- damn, this moment is v emotional

- heavy

ep8

- i love kinkade

- dude, all 4 MFEs share a room, i loveeee

- james and romelle being curious at the camera is cute

- LET HIM BE EXCITED ABOUT YEAST DAMMIT

- Rizavi is the life of the party (derogatory)

- Interviewing pidge and keith dfgdfg i don't remember this, but it might be fun

- hunkkkk i love you

- they took baybay to space lol (do y'all think they brought kaltenecker too?)

- oh god i remember him

- they intervievwed kolivan lol

- corannnnnnnnnn

- YES KALTENECKER IS ON THE SHIP

- "just so much great recycled poop!"

- i love coleen holt

- lance is so stressedddddddddd

- ok, allura getting lance to relax is pretty cute

- i actually really wanna ship kallurance because, well, that's the best way to end a love triangle! but I just..... can't seem to get into kallura. maybe i should search some art and AUs to see if I can get into it

- rizavi u rebel

- more altean pilotsssssssssssss

- that allurance scene was soooooo stiff wtf

- :((((( poor allura

- YES HUNK CONNECT PEOPLE THROUGH THEIR BELLIES THAT SOUNDED WEIRD

- Cute

ok i'm stopping here because i hate the next ep

#vld rewatch #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #eli rants

[stormykatie]

I want to be lost

In my ocean of thoughts

Linger in the depth

Of my rambling chaos

//

Perhaps to be lost is better

Than have me stand

Infront of you

But never seen

For you seek

The comfort

Of winding lies

Not the beautiful fiasco

Of black stormy hair

Freckled facial skin

A pair of clear brown eyes

Dancing about your face

Once in a while they stop

To stare

A little deeper

Like they're trying to probe

Into your soul

Completely shrouded

In an exquisite smile

A perfect masquerade

//

I try to know you

Like a sacred creed

But you hide beneath

Layers of cemented lies

You refuse to speak

To my exposed soul

Cast away the truth

Back to the grave

Where it spent

Eons of incarceration

//

Why wouldn't you look at me

As I bare it all

I stand in stark nudity

Before you

But you turn away

//

Are you afraid

To discover what's engraved

In my bones

For so long

Your name

Tattooed in me

In my soul

A beautiful calligraphy

Of pain

An anguished scream

Swallowed by the wind

A tale

Of love and lost

Spilled carelessly

In ancient Baybayin

-Tattooed in me,

Katie, 20:00

(Baybayin is an ancient pre-colonial Philippine writing system.The term Baybay literally means "to spell" in Tagalog.)

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[brothersgrim]

Stuck on mobile BC my computer's updating but I got this idea talking to sol and now you have to deal with it too

AUSTIN!

HELL YEAH!

SO WE BACK IN THE RING

GOTTA FIND R TRUTH SO WE CAN

TAKE HIS BLING

TAKE, TAKE HIS BLING

THIS MATCH A GRUELLING ONE

HOPE TO SEE SOME DEADMAN

OR MAYBE STING

MAY-MAYBE STING

STAND TALL

YOU HEAR THE REF SAYING THAT IT'S

ONE FALL

ADRENALINE FILLS YOUR BODY

OH NO IT'S SHANE AGAIN

ROWAN SAYS TO LOOK INTO HIS EYES EYES EYES

EYES EYES EYES

CAUSE BAYBAY TONIIIIGHT

WRESLTING IS BACK ON OUR SCREENS AGAIN

YEAH BAYBAY TONIIIIGHT

MAKE YOUR SIGNS AND BOOK THE BEST SEATS AGAIN

AND ONE, ONE

NO THEY'RE NOT DONE, DONE

UNTIL THE THREE COUNT ROCKS THROUGH THE CROWD

YEAH BAYBAY TONIIIIGHT

WRESTLING IS BACK ON OUR SCREENS AGAIN

JUST WHEN YOU THINK YOU'RE SAFE

OVERHEAR SOME LAUGHTER AND CUT THE LIGHTS

CUT CUT THE LIGHTS

THAT'S A NICE RUN YOU HAD

I'LL CHALLENGE YOU AND END IT

GOODBYE AND GOODNIGHT

GOOD GOOD GOOD NIGHT

PYRO

IT HITS JUST LIKE A MOONSAULT

PLAYBACK IN SLOW MO

CHECK IT OUT, THAT'S A HIGHLIGHT

SO NOW IT'S HANDICAPPED

HALF YOUR TEAM IS KNOCKED OUT

CAN'T TAG THEM IN

IN IN IN

CAUSE BAYBAY TONIGHT!

WRESTLING IS BACK ON OUR SCREENS AGAIN

YEAH BAYBAY TONIIIIGHT

MAKE YOUR SIGNS AND BOOK THE BEST SEATS AGAIN

AND ONE, ONE

NO THEY'RE NOT DONE DONE

UNTIL THE THREE COUNT ROCKS THROUGH THE CROWD

YEAH BAYBAY TONIIIIGHT

WRESTLING IS BACK ON OUR SCREENS AGAIN

(Yeah? Two words: Suck it!)

Take some hard bumps

And sell those hard bumps

Clear the top rope

Pin them, baby!

Gonna sell out the weeks' shows

Like I was named Rhodes

You may think you're built but you're no Big Show

Travelling the world to earn your place here

Tell me now, zero balls or is it no fear

On a tragic day of every year

Kane is out prowling, yeah, steer clear

Look at me look at you

Take home that belt that's what I'm gonna do

I'm gonna take flight, baby, what else is new?

These Bucks gonna tear through you,

Bring it

Cause baybay tonight!

Wrestling is back on our screens again!

(Haha!)

Yeah baybay tonight!

(Crank up your theme! Let's outclass the world.)

Make your signs and book your seats.

(You're on!)

Go for the pin!

Oh~!

SO THROW HANDS

TIL YOU'RE THE LAST MAN

WITH BOTH YOUR ARMS RAISED

HIGH AS YOU CAN

CAUSE BAYBAY TONIGHT!

WRESTLING IS BACK ON OUR SCREENS AGAIN

YEAH BAYBAY TONIIIIGHT

MAKE YOUR SIGNS AND BOOK THE BEST SEATS AGAIN

AND ONE, ONE

NO THEY'RE NOT DONE DONE

UNTIL THE THREE COUNT ROCKS THROUGH THE CROWD

YEAH BAYBAY TONIIIIGHT

WRESTLING IS BACK ON OUR SCREENS AGAIN

(GONG)

#&& reburied; ooc #i am not at all sorry but also not 100% sure the beats line up perfect #but its a wrestle parody of a Minecraft parody of an old pop song who gives a shit

[romegaketh]

Hello!! Thank you for another speculation au update! I'm so glad to see you're still active - I haven't seen you across my dash so I was hoping you were doing ok. I have one question/observation (if you've already addressed this somewhere then im having a jared 19 moment) but it's interesting to see how, after he attacks the bucks, adam never brings it up as something he did to avenge whatever awful thing Matt said to orange. Idk I may be overthinking it!! Anyway. oc/ac/chuck threesome thoughts?

this is so sweet of u, thank u anon! i am still mostly not watching wrestling due to being, like adam cole, concussed, which has kept me ~off tumblr~ and generally out of the loop. but sometimes when u are tired and miserable u (me, fictional adam cole) need to hang out with a fictional chuck taylor.

honestly upon thinking about it more it might actually have been a totally benign thing that matt said to adam and orange they just read it completely wrong due to matt going purple and being visibly horrified. read it whichever way is funnier for you!

that IS a great observation. i think what i was intending there is something about how they're still both playing chicken with the actual discussion of What They Mean To Each Other, even in a situation where theoretically, at least for orange, none of those stakes remain anymore. also that they are both very aware that adam has Feelings For Orange and that Stating That Outright is maybe a bridge too far? the difference between "you goaded me into dramatically betraying my teammates" and "i dramatically betrayed my teammates *because* they were mean to *you*" a VAST SPACE. a WORLD.

adam can say it to chuck because he could say it to kyle! he can't say it to orange because if he says it to orange he loses plausible deniability, which is, again, insane. but he is also i think a little bit trying to protect orange, still - because he wants orange back, and he also doesn't want to give orange the kind of power that implies he can use adam cole like an attack dog. (see: balor, finn and o'reilly, kyle, and the drama therein.) complicated! fucked up! adam cole, baybay!

that said i think adam is correct and not necessarily lying to emphasise that he would have betrayed the bucks anyway. he is absolutely still furious about them feeding him to adam page! he was pretending he wasn't but he fucking is!!!

the threesome is probably surprisingly civil. adam cole is learning to play nice and chuck taylor is familiar with his wiles, anyway, and orange cassidy clearly thinks they're both hot so he can roll with anything. (my gut says probably what happens is adam tries to set chuck up with newly-single kyle and kyle and chuck have a good time but no chemistry HOWEVER first date chuck is unfortunately powerful against both oc and ac. chuck will win orange a stuffed octopus from the claw machine! adam will pout because HE wants an octopus! chuck will spend thirty-five minutes winning him a penguin!!!!)

#au: speculation #ask: anon