#uh those dudes

[somerandomdudelmao]

What do you think Casey Jr would be for Halloween?

Mandalorian probably?

#or..idk #someone cool from the Star Wars #this dude has zero knowledge about pop culture #so it would definitely be something little turtles showed him #do they even have star wars..... #they have Jupiter Jim so I guess they would absolutely love star wars too haha #Mikey would suggest the lord of the rings #but i think Casey would be the #uh #that one guy who's like #they haD THOSE GIANT EAGLES

[tritoch]

wild to me to see posts like "wow everything in the tempest is named after shakespeare...emet you melodramatic bitch you sure loved theater". because the prospero-emet thing gets played up so hard in the english script and you can carry it so far!

like prospero is an asshole magician who, after being deposed by his brother as duke of milan, settles himself and his daughter on a remote island, enslaves the local spirits using his magic, and bitterly plots to reclaim his past glories. he rules through violence and deceit, and only survives and is reconciled when his plots reach their fruition and his brother is taken to his remote island and plots ensue and everyone decides he was totally right all along and they were huge dicks to him and they're sooooo sorry and he gets to go back and be duke again wow! and it's okay because he's like "i was only doing mean magic to get my rightful spot back and now i'm giving it up because magic is evil. :)"

the tempest is what emet wants his life to be. prospero is not a villain in the text of the tempest. he is barely treated as antagonistic by the text and framing of the play itself. all his abuses, his neglect and control of his daughter, his enslavement of caliban and ariel (local spirits/monsters/people of the island), his deception and plots against his brother, his abuse of magical powers (not awesome, from the pov of the contemporary audience), all that ultimately gets swept aside in the rightness of his return to milan and the warm feeling of the world being set to rights. prospero can't undo the years he spent on the island but they are ultimately a blip in his life before he returns to the rightful state of affairs. his abuse and enslavement of caliban, easily the worst thing he does in the play, is totally set aside when caliban goes "wow now i see how truly benevolent my master is. i love him and see the ways of christian good and i'm so, so appreciative he chose not to kill or beat me even though he totally could have and would have been in the right. he's so just and intelligent." everyone loves and forgives him and they all agree both his management of the island and his ultimate return are so good and so wise and so right.

emet comparing himself to the tempest (or being compared to it, depending on how you want to read the diegetic status of the place names) is absolute wishcasting. it is an attempt to manifest the happy ending he will never, ever get because his sins cannot and would not be forgiven in the way he wants. he wants to imagine himself as the righteous returned duke whose crimes, including the enslavement, abuse, and exploitation of those he saw as his rightful inferiors, were totally worth it, i promise. and if emet is prospero, the warrior of light is his caliban.

#emet-selch #ffxiv #hades #shadowbringers spoilers #like by the time you get to the end you've already spoken to the amaurotine shades and hythlodaeus in particular #it's incredibly clear that even if emet's plans come to fruition he is *utterly alien to the world he is trying to restore* #and like prospero is restored in the end. but his wife is still dead. miranda grew up isolated and alone. #also to take a somewhat more jaundiced view #the things he did to caliban and to ariel can never be undone. that stain is with him forever. #and i mean even IF you can just yank all those souls right out of zodiark and fix the whole thing #there's still everyone who died before the first sacrifice and after the second. also THE VOID IS THE VOID. #'yeah uh we'll just fix that. when zodiark is up and running properly.' #sure dude i totally believe your expertise on the problem you caused by not knowing enough. you definitely know enough now. #anyways he can't waver for even a moment bc it means acknowledging he has betrayed everything he ever claimed to believe in due to his grie #he is in blood stepped so far etc. if i can be allowed to mix my shakespeares #emet-selch more like emet-sunk cost fallacy

[iamfitzwilliamdarcy]

something I always found frustrating about women ministry (or whatever we wanna call it I don’t have a better word for it) is all this emphasis on our brokenness and who society tells us to be and body image and being heartbroken and mistreated by boys but God loves us anyway and I just like ….

have never felt those things and I know it’s Out There obviously but if that’s the only way we’re relating to God it just feels… limiting? Not universal?

#I’m not sure exactly how to express this but #I think in trying to relate too much to teen girls and trying to heal them it uh #Almost made those issues more prominant? #I think this goes for dudes too in like those like criminal conversion stories but I’m a girl so that’s what I’m talking about #I think this makes sense

[alumirp]

The Good Citizen

An AU where Izuku is just an ordinary boy. He never meets All Might and has his application for Yuuei's entrance exam rejected because of his quirkless status. He still wants to be a hero, but then again, he's just a normal kid with a mom who works two jobs, and since he failed to get into his dream school, he still has to get into another one, he doesn't have time. to go to the gym or learn to fight, or whatever. And yet, he wants to be a hero, so he grabs a pair of old skates and a stick. And he sneaks out the window at night, intending to be a vigilante.

But like a normal boy, he's a bit of a coward, so when he encounters his first crime, instead of getting involved, he calls the police. He calls the police and hides and is delighted when a police car arrives a few minutes later and does its job. And then he repeats that, goes out, finds a crime and calls the police. And repeat. And the next time, he identifies himself as "Good Citizen" when the person on the line recognizes his voice. And the name sticks. And Izuku keeps it, thinking of it as a way to keep his identity safe. But one day, 'The Good Citizen' calls the police on a group of men beating up a guy. And next he stops a man from harassing a girl.

The mens who beat the guy are part of a powerfull gang and their high-rankers discovers that the person who reported them was the same person who has been making several reports. The old man who harassed the girl was an important member of the HPSC, whose arrest creates a huge scandal

With this he successfully angers the villains and the HPSC all at once. Next week there's a bounty on 'snitch's head. And an arrest warrant for the vigilante who is 'an enemy in the making for the society of heroes'.

Then a race begins, villains and heroes mobilizing to kill/arrest one (1) well-intentioned green bean.

And, out of nowhere, this all becomes Aizawa Fucking Shota's problem.

#izuku: gotta arrest the bad guys hpsc: nuh uh zuku:tf you mean nuh uh #aizawa is not paid for it but whats new #let's pretend that tracking phone numbers isn't an thing #ok #pretend dude #(i forgot that it was a thing lol) #I used to love those fics where Izuku learned to fight and program very quickly and became a badass vigilante #Now I study programming and I feel offended by these fanfics #aint no way this kid learned all this in two months alone #I've been at this for almost a year. in a school. with a teacher. I still don't know shit #no illogical and magical hacking in this house (I'm sad he's smarter than me) #he can learn later. correctly. with a teacher. like me #im mad u can notice? #izuku midoriya #aizawa shouta #dadzawa #vigilante midoriya izuku #quirkless au #quirkless midoriya izuku #i love quirkless au. like why can he be just normal for once? #i know hes green and normal is not a thing for people whos green but guys #guys #hear me out #normal people are nice ok #im nice #(im not lol) #if anyone writes this tag me so I can tag my friend moon. She's begging (literally) #She gets mad at me for not writing my own ideas lmaaaaao #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

[jonathanbiers]

Argyle never gets frustrated with Steve when he doesn’t understand something. He doesn’t roll his eyes, or give That Sigh. He explains things patiently, if a bit abstractly, and when Steve is way off base Argyle runs with it. Is Vecna a vampire? Whoa that would be wild, man! Do you think he can’t have garlic? We could just take him out with a gnarly garlic pie, my dude!

the way you're seeing into my mind.... argyle being really soft with steve and taking the time to make sure he doesn't feel stupid when he's confused is something i've considered AT LENGTH (specifically in dms with @himbohohoharringtxn who has the unfortunate luck of being on the receiving end of Most of my argyle thoughts fdjghkdfj)

i would like to preface this by saying that i am firmly in "argyle and steve are both genuinely smart" territory. i think steve is very neurodivergent coded (i see the arguments for adhd/autism/dyslexia/ocd and as someone who might be autistic but is diagnosed with the other three....i see these arguments and i agree on all fronts) and there's also the head trauma of it all, though that's not what this is about. he's not fucking dumb, he just needs things broken down and explained to him in a very specific way. nothing wrong with that!

as far as argyle is concerned - we've literally seen him in action noticing small details no one else has(one of my fav parallels between them), which ends up being the reason the cali group finds nina and el. he's not fucking dumb either, just delivered to us as a comic relief stoner character with little dimension because the duffers need to be fucking stopped

BUT ANYWAY! you're so right! argyle would see the way steve sometimes gets brushed off and spoken over. the rest don't mean it to be hurtful and steve tries not to show that it does sometimes sting (because it's really not that big of a deal to him and it's not like they're being outright mean) but he would ABSOLUTELY "yes and-" whatever steve's off the wall question or idea was, if anything just to make him laugh, relieve some of the tension. AND IT WORKS is the thing.

it's not just, "duuuude, what if we just lure vecna into the sun? he'll be TOAST in five seconds flat, no fighting necessary. nancy, you can put the gun down, we're gonna hurl garlic cloves at him with a slingshot!" in one fell swoop, argyle is 1. making sure steve feels heard and not spoken over; 2. acknowledging steve's input and effort in a way that, let's be honest, the others don't do very often; 3. putting a smile on the group's faces for a while because fuck they're kids in a stressful situation and need a laugh; 4. putting himself in the line of fire so the others can rag on him instead.

argyle would do this when they aren't even dating yet and steve definitely would not be normal about it, he'd be smiling so big and soft and then argyle would catch his eye and smile back and they'd have this little quiet moment between them amidst all the chaos and dread.

after they're dating though? oh, they'd be INSUFFERABLE. they'd be such a pda couple, with the ridiculous pet names("what the fuck did you just call me?" "don't worry about it, my lil sweet potato pie."), and the open flirting until their friends are fake-retching, the whole nine yards. argyle is hanging off of steve's back with his arms around his waist and not even acknowledging it as he makes his argument to the rest of the group that, "no, no, listen. steve is onto something here, i just know. what if-"

and when they're alone, it'd be less of the theatrics and silliness and more of the gentle patience. they're both smart in really different ways and when argyle gets something steve doesn't and steve is getting a little frustrated about it, he'd take his hand or pull him close and just distract him with a little bit of affection to get him to cool down because he knows being frustrated isn't going to help steve figure out whatever it is. conversely, steve does the same when he's trying to explain something to argyle - though he's less likely to get as frustrated when confused, and more likely to pretend to take longer to get it than he actually does because listening to steve explain a subject he's knowledgeable about is fucking hot, can you blame him? they're just soft with each other, okay

#anonymous #just uh casually dumping a bunch of my stargyle thoughts that you didn't even ask for in your original message don't mind me lmao #if i'm honest the reason i haven't been posting many of my thoughts on this pairing is because there have been multiple times when #i've made posts about other pairings (won't say which bc then this'll show up in that tag and it's not about them. i hate when ppl do that) #and like almost immediately or within a day seen people copy my ideas/hcs about them in such a blatantly obvious way that i'm like #'damn if you're going to copy my homework can you at least change the wording my dude or like. cite your sources or smth' lmaooo #so uh. yeah there were also a lot of other things i wanted to mention but i specifically want to include those in fics and i've had enough #of putting my ideas out there as a 'wouldn't it be cool if' only to see a shittier version of it on my dashboard Within The Day so . #also i need you to know i YELLED when i got this ask sorry it took a bit to answer! bad nap brain again lmao coherent sentences are hard #stargyle #steve harrington #argyle

[cyygnet]

SOAP INANIMATE INSANITY

Gore, blood n maggots warning

#ew soap germs #those are germs #my art :3 #object shows #osc #osc art #art #uh oh made ur dude into a furry #inanimate insanity #soap ii #soap inanimate insanity #cheesy ii is fucking dead in the back

[itsinkwell]

OUGHHH i hate when people misinterpret my favorite characters LIKE!! Junkrat is so. Punk. He is so. Grunge. He’s dirty and grimy and paints his fingernails and toenails black and he made his own prosthetics and he wears eyeliner that probably isnt even actually eyeliner!! He kills millionaires and wears spikes and actively hates authority!! He is soooo like. Ancom!! He steals and kills and fights dirty and makes his own bombs!! Im not saying that people write/draw him too goody or whatever, but i am saying that he isnt being drawn/written/made like this enough!! Embrace his filth!! Give into the demons!! Same thing with Roadhog like. Hes so ancom and hes punk and hes metal and he’s grungy and he’s soo!! Give into the voices and make them emo!!

#this is mostly directed towards the way that people try to streamline those two #ive seen in the straight side of the fandom most #ESPECIALLY THE BEACHRAT FANART #People boil junkrat down to some crazy dude and then they try their damndest to make him attractive and unhinged to meet their little #mental quota #LIKE NOOOO #HES FILTHY AND DIRTY AND #STOP MAKING HIM CLEAN #i think that he attracted stright fans with the beachrat skin #but like. no beachrat fanart is right #its all accurate to the skin but its not biblically accurate junkrat #like hes the kind of guy to eat fish he catches live and raw #everything he does terrifies normal people #so normal people try to make him normal? #idk ive just seen this a lot #people try and make him normal #HES NOT #EMBRACE THE MAYHEM #but uh yeah #junkrat #roadhog #overwatch

[softquietsteadylove]

The 10 things I hate about u AU (spice) was so cool! More spice pls? 🤭

Thena looked up at the second strange noise--a little knock against her window. She moved from her bed to the ledge below her window as it happened again. Her jaw dropped.

"You gonna let me in, or what?"

Thena pulled her window open, glaring at him as he left the tree outside her window and actually climbed up onto her roof. "What are you doing here?!"

"You said I could come see you," Gilgamesh had the nerve to pout at her as if he weren't fulfilling that promise quite late in the evening. He pulled a - somewhat crumpled - bouquet of flowers out of his hoodie. "I even came prepared!"

Thena glared at the white roses wrapped in plain brown paper. She ought to have thrown them right in his face and watch him tumble off her roof, really. But she accept them, careful not to crinkle them further, "you had all day to do this. You did not have to come under the cover of night like a cretin."

"Look, I did try coming earlier, but I think your dad is so paranoid about me that I swear all he did all day was sit facing the front walkway waiting for me." Gil slipped in through the window and pulled down his hood, as well as untied his heavy boots as soon as he was inside. "I had to wait until he left before climbing up here."

She didn't have much of an argument for that. It wasn't as if her father would have allowed him in if he brought flowers and seemed a fine young gentleman. "And you couldn't text me that?"

"Hey, you didn't text me either."

Thena buried her nose in the flowers, trying not to seem embarrassed. She had...contemplated it. But the thought of texting him first after their last...encounter... In the end she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"They're nice, right?" he grinned, watching her admire her gift with open enthusiasm. "They're not even from the grocery store--I went to that legit florist that's downtown."

"That's," Thena paused, eyeing the white roses with baby's breath between them and then up at the boy in her room (the first ever). She sighed, "sweet."

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," he added more softly, walking closer to her and leaning his head down. "I wanted to see you, Thena--really. I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

It was no business of his if she had just so happened to spend all day in her room 'reading'. It wasn't that she was waiting for him. She would never want to devote such time to a romantic pursuit.

Thena inhaled, letting him kiss her, their lips meeting a little too naturally for her taste. It was as if she was already used to kissing him (enjoying it, even). It was as if the first time they had kissed wasn't literally yesterday.

Gil moved his hands to her cheeks, kissing her more intently.

She pushed at his chest, her ears filling with the sound of her own heart pounding and the crinkling of her bouquet's wrapping.

He blinked at her as they parted, already wearing all over his face what he was feeling. "Shit, you're mad. That's okay, I-"

"Gil," she chided, pressing her finger to his lips again. He smiled. She retracted it, clutching her bouquet and moving to her desk. Her water bottle was still full for a day of 'reading'. She twisted off the top and set the flowers therein. "Have you no patience?"

"Uh, not my specialty," he chuckled, and she had to concur. He eagerly moved over to her again.

She could scold him for expecting kisses every time they were so much as in the same room, now. But the thought left her as he did indeed kiss her again, and he was quite proficient in the use of his lips, she had to admit. Her hands rose to slide up his chest until she heard the clinking of the little trinket around his neck.

Gil wrapped his arms around her as she rose onto her toes and moaned quietly. He held her tightly and it reignited the warmth that had settled within her since yesterday. "C'mere."

Again, she lacked the words to dissuade him as he lifted her faintly and moved them back to her bed. He laid her down against her pillow while he laid over her, the holes in his jeans against the pure white of her duvet.

Thena dragged her hands down his back, under his hoodie but over his t-shirt. Not that she needed to encourage him, but she had to wonder why they were both still clothed. She assumed he came here for a reason, after all.

Gil moved his lips to her neck, and she let out a whimper. She had no idea that the location of a kiss could change things so drastically. And the pleasure this brought her was undeniable. "Thena."

A shiver ran through her, but Gil's body was pressed so close she could feel every inch of him. He was so warm, so solid--so oddly thick for a boy their age. Well, technically he was a man. Her...her something.

Thena breathed more heavily as Gil pressed his palm to her breast over the spaghetti strapped top she wore to bed. But he didn't linger, focusing on moving his hand to the shorts she had to match.

"Do you always dress this cute for bed?"

Thena ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. It kept his head under her jaw, instead of letting him see her blushing. She had sat around all day in a particular outfit, and then had selected this particular sleepwear set. What a fool love made of people.

Gil accepted her lack of answer, slipping his fingers into her shorts like a practised professional. "I'm gonna do this right, Princess."

"What does-!" Thena bit her lip as he found the right spots expertly. Her hips swivelled but he moved with her, stroking and pressing with varying gentility. She was becoming feverish.

"I want you to feel good," he whispered, all but crooning in her ear as he stroked his fingers inside of her.

"I-I...I-" Thena blinked up at her ceiling, completely unable to form the thought. She felt too good, and she was trying not to scream it to the heavens. She pressed her hand to her mouth, breathing as heavily through her nose as she could.

"S'okay, sweetheart, just let it out," Gil cooed, his lips at the hollow of her cheek as he worked her into a frenzy.

Thena moaned into her palm as she came around his fingers. She hadn't expected this from him, but she would be damned if it wasn't good. More than she had ever achieved by her own hand, certainly. She panted, her knees knocking faintly.

Gil pressed a definitive kiss to her cheek. "You good?"

She nodded, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how good it was.

"Good," he leaned over into her vision to grin down at her. It wasn't his smug little smirk, though. This was just a regular, ridiculously sincere smile that pushed the apples of his cheeks up to the corners of his eyes. It was annoyingly cute. "I need to prove I can deliver, y'know?"

"Hm?" she blinked. She hadn't the slightest idea what he was talking about, and she was still relishing the feeling of her orgasm.

"Look," he sighed, and a familiar and charming blush rose in his cheeks. "I know yesterday was...well, like, I don't think you...liked it as much as I did."

She had come home and collapsed into bed and screamed into her pillow. She had enjoyed it very much, he just wasn't privy to that information.

"So I just wanna make sure it's good for you, I mean," he rushed to explain. He gesticulated with his hand, trying to visibly explain why this was so important to him.

Thena eyed the hand he had just had buried between her legs and averted her eyes at the evidence running down to his wrist. "Yes, yes, I see what you're saying, needless as it is."

Gil looked at what had captured - and then repelled - her interest. He uttered a brief 'oh', and then proceeded to lick the substance with his tongue from the inside of his wrist up to his fingers before popping them into his mouth.

Thena flushed red from her chest and up into her face. "Dont'-!"

"What?" he just blinked at her, completely oblivious to how mortifying it was to witness. "I don't wanna waste it."

This was exactly he wasn't privy to how much she had enjoyed yesterday with him.

She pursed her lips at him, closing her knees, although it emphasized the state of her panties, and to some extent, the shorts themselves. "You achieved what you came to do, then."

"Not yet."

"What else could you possibly want," she huffed at him, but he didn't seem to mind the rude demand. He grinned at her again, licking his lips as he moved over to kiss her again. She whined as she tasted herself on him.

"Come on," he pouted at her, his hands on her knees. "I watched a video for it and everything!"

"I would not call pornography a tutorial."

"Ha-ha, so funny," he rolled his eyes at her. "I mean a real, educational video, Princess. I looked up diagrams."

"Diagrams?" she repeated, swallowing so dryly it was basically a gulp. The tightness below her bellybutton returned as he tapped his fingers against her kneecaps.

"What do you say?" he whispered against her cheek again. He even nipped the shell of her ear, which became inflamed in response. "Let me help you feel even better?"

She had half a mind to tell him to just leave, if all he had come for was to get a leg up on her in the orgasm department. But he started kissing her neck again, and her knees somehow came apart of their own accord. His hand returned to her shorts, just to pull them down past her knees and away.

She had almost expected him to languish in her nakedness and stare like an idiot, or make some boyish comment. But he kissed from the inside of her knee up her thigh, keeping his eyes closed and averted from her complete exposure.

"Try to relax, babe," he whispered to her as he reached the inside of her thigh, his nose brushing against blonde curls. "I promise I'll be gentle."

Thena pressed both hands to her mouth as his tongue resumed the work his fingers had just finished. For a ne'er do well and a delinquent, Gilgamesh had a very talented tongue. He moved in just the right way, responded to her reactions. He pulled back when she flinched and pressed harder when she moaned.

Gil kept one hand hooked around her thigh while the other arm laid over her, pressed above his head and keeping her to the bed and not flailing around. He pressed his lips down and moaned.

Thena moaned louder than she had planned, her shoulders heaving as she tried to control herself. She knew conceptually what this act entailed, but she never could have conceptualised what that would truly mean.

Gil pulled away, seemingly just for air, although he stayed close, kissing her crux of her hips. "You're beautiful, Thena."

She whimpered, her teeth driven into her lower lip. He couldn't say things like that when they were like this, and he was down there, and she was feeling all that.

He returned to his work, pushing his tongue into her again. It felt different from the completely carnal act they had fulfilled yesterday in his room, but this was something different. It felt both filthier and more beautiful, depending on how she thought of it. Not that she could get very far with any of those thoughts.

Gil worked harder for it, sensing her nearing her end. He held her more firmly, but never digging his fingers into her flesh too hard. He also squirmed on top of her duvet, trying to find the best angle for both of them. He was breathing roughly now, probably also in a frenzy.

"Gil," she panted, unable to keep her mouth covered given the air she needed. She bit down on her finger, "Gil, Gil, Gil!"

Her thighs came together naturally in reflex as her second orgasm came over her. But he endured it, letting her ride it out, his head pressed between her legs. At least if she kept him right there then it meant he couldn't really see anything.

She came down from it slowly, unwinding and uncoiling. It was like yesterday, in which all of her usually tense muscles had simply...let go. She couldn't even make a fist as she helplessly rolled to her side and Gil helped her close her legs.

She chose to keep her eyes closed as she heard him licking his lips and wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

He crawled over her again, nuzzling her cheek. "Princess?"

She sighed. She wasn't ready to answer him, and like she had been doing all day: he could wait.

"Thena?" he asked again, though, eager for his feedback about whether he was a good lover or not. It felt like a dog wagging his tail at her for a treat.

She let her eyes flutter open and he was staring down at her like she was a work of art or a wonder of the world. If she wasn't already bright red, it was only getting worse the more he looked at her like that. "What?"

She had tried to huff and puff at him like she always did. But the one sharp intended question only made him beam at her like she'd made some great love confession. She almost scrambled to correct herself from whatever she had just exposed to him.

But he leaned down, turning her chin so he could kiss her properly. "Glad you liked it."

She wished she could glare at him, but she was so...sated. She barely lifted her head off the pillow as he leaned back. "I did not say that."

"Yeah," he shrugged, looking a little too happy with himself, "but if it was bad, you would'a just said so."

Was that what he thought of her? Well, that was true, but still. Thena dragged herself up into a sitting position, keeping her legs together and tugging the edge of her top down over herself in hopes of retaining a scrap of modesty. "That paints a rather unflattering picture of me."

Gilgamesh looked at her, smiling gently and looking at her directly with those deep brown eyes he had. "Any picture of you is breathtaking."

Thena blushed, horrified that sitting in front of him half naked was not the reason for her embarrassment.

Gil leaned over, kissing her again. He pressed his forehead to hers, "can I-"

"Thena?"

Gil threw himself off the bed while Thena pulled her throw up from the foot of the bed and over her lap. She was panting and bright red--very inconspicuous.

"Are you--oh!" Sersi froze as soon as she saw the state of her sister. Her eyes dashed to the bed, to the boots left by the window, to the flowers on the desk. She made a face, "you need to hide the evidence better."

And with that, she closed the door behind her and was gone.

Thena threw herself back against her pillows. She would never live this down so long as they both lived.

Gil peeked up from the far side of her bed, a devillish curve to his eyebrow, "guess we've been found out, huh?"

"I should be grateful," Thena sighed. That it was her sympathetic sister and not a certain monster in the downstairs study.

"I'll go."

She turned her head toward him, lying against her pillows with her hair splayed around her. Gil leaned down and kissed her again. She eyed the visible discomfort around the front of his jeans. "You really snuck in here for nothing in return?"

He shrugged though, retrieving his boots, which they had indeed forgotten to hide in the slightest. "I get the sense that I'm a little early for us to be undisturbed."

Thena sat up again at least, still with her throw covering her from the waist down. "Perhaps your bed is better for this kind of...rendevouz."

He smiled at her, zipping up his hoodie and pulling up the hood again, "or you could let me take out on a date, like a regular couple."

That was harder to agree upon than whose bed they should use for secretive and illicit love making.

Gil sighed, holding his tongue if he had any disagreements. He came back to her side one more time to kiss her cheek. He was surprised when she turned more to capture his lips, but he was gentle about it. When he pulled back it was slowly, tapping his thumb against her cheekbone. "Think about it, sweetheart."

#Thenamesh 10 Things AU #Thenamesh 18+ #Gil really said #I am gonna blow my girlfriend's mind! #no she hasn't said she's my girlfriend #she's my girlfriend in my heart #in my mind dude #meanwhile Thena is like we aren't anything #she's just been sitting around trying to work up the nerve to text him #Gil really did go to a florist #they asked what he was looking for #and he said uh...flowers for my...girl...? #they say okay roses #he looks at the red ones and goes #no those ones *points at the white ones* #he said I am gonna make Thena fall in love with me yet #also he is gonna go back to his truck and sit there like...shit #he gets home and Karun is like everything okay? #Gil is sprinting down to his room #yep gramps thanks bye #meanwhile #Sersi looks at Thena #she doesn't even say anthing #Thena: shut up!!!

[straycalamities]

i havent been active in a typical fandom (besides the onceler/askblog one but its not typical so it doesnt count anyways uh) since like..2016? bc when i tried to dip my toes in the last time i tried, everyone was doing this weird... fanon >>>>>>>>>>>>>> everything and coming up with all these weird rules why you couldnt ship this or that or do this concept or like that and it was AWFUL

it literally put me off of doing fandom at all anymore besides w like friends. anytime i get into anything anymore i just talk to my friends who know it, or want to know it, and that's it

#txt #like..im glad over time ppl have been calling out these weirdos more and more #so maybe ill feel comfy doing a fandom Lite or smth like that again #but as of now? uhh lmao idk #ppl take their headcanons so fkn seriously Especially when like #not to be a bitch #but to be a bitch #they fkn suck dude #ive always been a hater of most mainstream fandom opinions its the grouch in me #sorry thats my ugly side it showed up #sometimes fandoms have good ones not gonna say ive never seen a fandom have some good popular headcanons #but usually those fandoms are very niche too so uh

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Kon changes the lyrics of Strawberries and cigarettes to Strawberry Vape Juice to annoy Tim every time he sings it.

(Tim cannot keep having the same argument he wants Nictotine and he’s not gonna fuckin smell/taste like a casino carpet or Jason ergo Vape)

#LMAO is this anything? #jk ik this is something its incredible is what it is #TimKon #DC #Batman #Red Robin #Time Drake #Superman #Superboy #Conner Kent #Kon-El #once again pushing my vaping tim agenda #kon’s gonna make fun of the vaping till the day he dies becuz it’s his right and also he doesn’t have a leg to stand on cuz uh- #he’s got the hots for the vape man so….. #I headcannon that it’s like Tim’s only unhealthy habit like besides an energy drink here and there #cuz let’s be real if Tim wanted caffeine he’d take the pills or straight inject into his arm man is on X games mode he wanna go FAST #but otherwise I imagine Tim is like one of those annoying fitness influencers dudes calorie counting and wakes up to do 2 hrs of cardio

[queenofbaws]

You know what? You're right and like 99.9% of these prompts on any given weekend do tend to be supermassive based, so as always just consider this a free space from little old me to write six-sentences about whatever fandom/series your heart desires 😘

In retrospect, she should've known - there was no such thing as a normal question in the FBC, or if there was, it was a self-contained sort of normal, a private language she'd be lucky to decipher before she turned ninety-five - even so, Jesse couldn't help feeling like Emily was overreacting.

The face she was making made it seem like she'd asked her for nuclear launch codes, not something as benign as, "You guys ever try fitting more than six people into one of those?" when passing one of the Bureau's many safety shelters and its ominous occupancy warning.

"I...no, that...it's out of the question, absolutely out of the question," Emily said, shaking herself out of her shock and back into the real world, "I understand where you're coming from, really, but after extensive in situ testing, it was categorically decided that six is the absolute maximum number of occupants a black rock bunker can safely protect from a House shift - more than that, and...well, the results...leave something to be desired, let's say that."

Behind her eyes, Polaris pulsed a shimmer of light that pressed down on her tongue like a question mark, and before she could stop herself from digging any deeper into this particular hole, Jesse asked, "...meaning...?"

Peeking up from the pages pasted to her clipboard like some sort of nervous bird, Emily flashed her an anxious smile, then beckoned she come closer after glancing both ways up and down the hall; "Once," she whispered, her lack of volume doing nothing to hide her academic glee, "just as a shift was happening, a group of seven people ducked into a shelter to wait it out, and when the door opened again...total...organ...transposure - all of their vital organs had swapped, completely irrespective of blood type, and the fallout...oh Jesse, the fallout was...terrible." She lowered her eyes back to her clipboard, shaking her head somberly, and then the mask broke and she let out a deceptively girlish little giggle, waving the idea off as she laughed, "I'm kidding of course, they all self-immolated, seven synchronous cases of spontaneous human combustion, we vacuumed up the ash and studied it for months, though."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

#love-fireflysong #six sentence weekend #queenie writes control #control #control 2019 #ooooooooh ya gurl's dipping a (very tentative) toe into writing actual control stuff......uh oh..... #this one is dedicated especially to boneslaw and malum #one of these days we're gonna put seven people into those bunkers my dudes #then we'll see what's what

[compacflt]

wip wednesday: pedal to the floor on the slider one-shot this week

#gimme another week/week and a half for it #i still need to write the following years: 1978. 1986. 2002-2006. 2007-2012. #but that’s it. #sitting at about 13k currently. will likely be around 20k. #an exercise in writing expeditiously #1. guys being dudes (fixing relationships w/ percussive maintenance) #2. ‘bitch’ was originally something much worse & might be something much worse on ao3 #do i have to warn people for the c-word on ao3? #3. the truth come out #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #ron slider kerner #anytime i write ice saying something ‘gently’ it should be read #with exactly the same tone and cadence of val kilmer’s nick rivers saying ‘uh nothing my dad thought of it while he was shaving’ #that's a joke for those of you who've seen top secret (1984)

[emotional-fandom-soup]

Still thinking about Tuvok and Vorik.

Like, I now really wish that the series had an episode where Tuvok seeks him out and tries to give him tips for how to keep your vulcan logic and emotional control in tact while being on a mostly human ship. And Vorik follows them to a T...only to completely mess up.

Like he just instantly gets into a fight with Belaana, accidentally insults Tom Paris, etc.

Eventually he concludes that nope, this is not helping, and he starts acting more himself again. (I headcanon that he's from a less traditional vulcan family and that's why both him and Taurik joined starfleet)

And he realizes how the humans actually respond better to him if he lets his emotional shields down. Which I can imagine might be exciting for younger vulcans who maybe don't really understand the importance of them yet? (Like how we see with child Tuvok in one episode, even though yk...vorik's clearly older than that.)

So throughout the series we get to watch Vorik slowly turn from your average cold vulcan into someone who's almost openly showing his feelings (as much as he's able to anyways)

I can imagine this would make things between Tuvok and him a lot more akward too since I believe Vorik would subconsciously still look up to him in a way, even if he doesn't feel the need to practice emotional suppression as much anymore.

So it'd probably come to scenes where Vorik's just chatting with a crew member and having a very slight smile on his face, only to turn 😐 again once he spots Tuvok walking past them.

#💚original post💚 #I have so many headcanons about vorik and I will spam his tag with them cuz...there need to be more posts about my boy #man I just wish they'd involved him in the general plot more in the series #like he didnt even have to do smth big. just let him get his lil moments from the beginning and a few episodes #throughout #startreck #startrek #vulcans #star trek #vulcan #vorik #voyager #solok #oh also most of these thoughts are inspired by that short moment where they both get uh rematerialized #after those alien dudes search the ship for telepathic species #and vorik rematerializes next to tuvok and tuvoks not bothered but vorik nods. steps back. and fixes his uniform #(man i hate that tumblr wont let you use commas in the tags) #anyways yup I'm making up entire Backstories on those lil interactions don't judge me

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

the way in which this team of apparently highly trained police officers goes about researching their cases is so frustrating. like what do you mean you're only checking whether kao used his phone after he left art's place after you found out he left at all. why did you just. assume. kao died there at the studio. and why has it taken you literal days of thinking of 'hey maybe we should find out if kao has anyone he trusts he can stay with while hiding'. all of these things should be at the top of the list. full phone records, lists of family and friends. you've got a missing person who may or may not be dead and you're just kind of winging the case as you go???

#the sign the series #literally the most frustrating part about this entire series #like it's great that these boys get ton of free time to go hang out and have dinners and whatnot #while working on highly time sensitive confidential murder cases #but also. please read a book or two on forensics. #do NOT even start on the forensics girl #she's cute and I love her but she's terrible at her job #why is she dissecting bodies AND coming to crime scenes to look for evidence #those are separate jobs #'we found fungi in the lungs of the victims' great! well done! what kind of fungi. was it the same one in each victim. #was it one of gazillion types of fungi to show up in houses/basements or one of even more types to show up in forests #also why are these same guys working the case and interrogating suspects also the ones looking for evidence #there's people for that #actually why aren't these suspected crime scenes constantly swarming with officers doing a multitude of jobs #(also on a related note why was tarn fixing up phaya in the ambulance and why was the paramedic just kind of. uh. not there???) #(literally just a dude in a paramedic suit there to close the ambulance and leave lmao) #there's way too much theorizing - and acting on those theories - happening on way too little information #data data data you can not make a brick without clay etc

[coconut530]

🫣 Ada… what

ALSO

FP THUMB UNDER CUT

MY BOI!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!???!!?!?!!!??!!?!?!? 🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷 HE’S BEEN FOUND GOOD GOD WE HAVEN’T SEEN HIM SINCE NOVEMBER 3RD IN THIS PANEL:

HE BACK!!! MAYBE!!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENS!!! BUT I SEE HIM SO I’M FREAKING OUT!!!

#Nevermore #Nevermore Webtoon #Webtoon #ok so Ada’s spectre still is nightmare fuel but it is kinda one of the cooler ones??? #It’s different; usually the person like keeps who they are and you can tell it’s them but Ada noooooo #bc like one she talks by screaming two she like surrenders herself to her spectre and becomes feral three she can make people see things #Annabel being like “what a short-sighted notion” was funny #Monty doesn’t have 5D chess brain like she does #And Ada being like “DO YOU LOVE ME YET!?” …girl you look like a skeleton and are screaming in my face idkkkkkkkkk #If anything this definitely makes Prospero love her WAY less #Bc those visions are *shudders* NO THANK YOU #Like the hands and the cut off hand and the unbuttoning and the sAW— #No thanksssssssss hahahahahaa #Maybe he’ll keep her on the smart kid team for the scare factor to others but for ONLY that reason #Uhhhhhh and then she went into Annabel and hahahaha dead Lenore never left her brainnnnnnnn #Eeek like ribbons have never been so scary dude #They’re meant to decorate the women they’re put on but it only ties them up and it’s like horrible #Forces them to stay that way: pretty #When all they want is to be free #Ok uh philosophical rant over bye #Oh wait one more thing did everyone see the thumbnail switching today?? Crazy

[jojossillywalk]

thinks about the fact that it's kind of rough that avdol has had to see so many stands kill their own users, but a bulk of the ones who did survive that he's aware of go on to murder other people in pretty horrible ways. in any context where he would fight someone like grey fly, he'd be at a severe environmental disadvantage unless he found his face and got him first.

thinks about how it's pretty fucked up that avdol knows his stand's weaknesses, yet his motivation for fighting dio was "some things in this world are too evil to allow to live." to extrapolate from both of those, i think it's very likely that avdol has wanted to do something about the tarot for some time now, but knew that he wouldn't succeed (thus needs time to set the board).

like, he says that "i did run. but that's why i believe we will win, and i know you'll lose." avdol's bad at gambling. he suggests outranging mariah. he strikes me as a person who waits and plans- that said, emotionally, that's not his impulse, and he's literally had to hold those feelings back. avdol isn't bad at restraining his emotions. polnareff was his fucking tipping point.

avdol admires and favors a fair/honorable fight, but that literally was not an option that was on the table for him unless he wanted a losing battle (he only attacks grey fly in the plane when tower kills 4 people, ie, The Murder Of Bystanders AKA The Thing That Sets Avdol Off The Most Consistently).

he literally watched polnareff do what avdol has never been able to do because avdol knows that it'll go poorly. polnareff is dealing with a kind of grief and rage that it is literally fucking insurmountable to turn off, and there's a huge source of both emotional tensions in that scene.

avdol's from a context where he's had to push his emotions underneath for shit knows how long because he knows it's a fight he'll likely lose. polnareff's dealing with an emotion that literally eats you. both sources of a lot of pain for both of them fucking burst out of them, like? UGH

thinks about how what set avdol off in that confrontation was being called a coward. thinks ab-

#and like it goes the other way too bc avdol was POLNAREFF'S tipping point #dude both polnareff and avdol's backstories are mr incrdible becoming uncanny if you think about them for too long #for example with polnareff uh #traumatic bereavement Im Gonna Be Honest like is weird bc of how it just dents your personality #and like how he is makes sense to me #also tbh cameo would've got me really hard i cant get through parts of that episode lol specifically just uh #everything with sherry #those parts just make me feel Not So Good #mohammed avdol #mohammed abdul #mmmmmmmm #avpol