#Stop speeding

[katsinspats]

Thematically appropriate comic for Make a Terrible Comic Day!!

I saw the original post this morning and it made me get out of bed to make something, so thank u Pseudonym Jones mission accomplished

[random-cockroach]

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZEEEE

also side note I keep headcanoning Tailgate like little but buff, he works as janitor or something of that kind and then goes to play american football like Forrest Gump style, "smash everyone on your way" "yes'sir" XDD

[thatimageoftomscott]

whatever. tom scott pirate ddr footage.

[carebooks]

Billy’s first instinct in his new body was to immediately scream out for his brother—

[bunnieswithknives]

Sam will never stop growing because the visitor will never stop thinking about them ♥

[pretentiousfork]

Clingy

[zethsmo]

yuri day is every day

[nononovaaa]

really sick and tired of people saying “how can this be happening in our time??” “imagine screaming for help and no one listens” “why is no one doing anything??” “how could I be witnessing a genocide in 2024?” Black people are still going through ethnic cleansing today from colonialism of Africa to the trans atlantic slave trade to chattel slavery to Jim Crow to mass incarceration to BLM to Cop City. We have been begging and screaming and crying for help, for mercy, for people to wake up and pay attention and you guys have ignored us and continue to do so. If you are saying Free Palestine but you dgaf about BLM, you’re not speaking up about Cop Cities or you’re not educating yourself on DRC, Sudan, Haiti, Ethiopia, etc., you are and always have been apart of the problem. You have blatantly ignored Black bodies being murdered mercilessly in the streets, being robbed of clean water at Flint and Atlanta, our Black towns being bombed, gentrification of Black neighborhoods, our lack of reparations and so much more. I don’t want to hear anymore “how could they do this?? why does no one care??” because you guys didn’t care when it began, when it happened and as it’s happening right in front of you!! Where do you think Israel and most Western countries get their inspiration for colonialism and ethnic cleansing from?? Black people across the globe are still going through ethnic cleansing TODAY and have been since white colonialism touched Africa!! We have been on the front lines of most movements and you guys ignored us, called us violent, called us angry, called us ignorant. We’ve been saying we are not free until we are all free and everyone moved on with their lives and said “well this doesn’t affect me.” If you’re not going to check your anti-blackness at the door, be prepared for a failed revolution.

[thebearme]

Here more silly tf2

[cannibalise]

went online and found the soap dispenser thats in the saw bathroom. yknow. for fun

[babyblueetbaemonster]

I'm not a trained spy, I don't know how to secretly take the secret heir to a secret hideout. I walked on the main road. I walked into the major city. I walked straight to Weynon Priory without wandering to anywhere else. It's gonna be so easy for the Mythic Dawn to track us.

Slight twist for the main quest. Bc there's a lot of Mythic Dawn agents and sleeper agents in Cyrodiil. There's got to be at least one of them follow us form the sewer.

I think most of them were targeting Baurus, the remaining Blade agent who was there when the emperor died. He has higher chance to carry the amulet and escape and planing the next move. Plus the man is hard to track down, and most of the Mythic Dawn assassins after him were killed, bc Baurus is that good <3 so no one can confirm the where about of the amulet.

Meanwhile there's probably only one Mythic Dawn agent following hok, bc we're just some filthy prisoner in the sewer at that time. They're probably watching hok dicking around, catching fish, picking flowers, and doing all kind of nonsense quests. They probably file a report like: Can confirm. This dumbass is irrelevant. Only for them to find hok again weeks later when they're opening Oblivion Gates in Kvatch. To their surprised we actually close the Gate and save Martin. The agent immediately send a daedirc telegram, asking for back up, then continue to follow us. And we're still dicking around, now with Martin's company.

Killing Marin turns out to be hard bc hok is really powerful, and wewill occasionally went into Ayleid ruin or some dangerous places. A lot of assassins who try to ambush us just die by traps and stuff. So instead, they decide getting the amulet is way easier. But they can't tell if hok still has it on them, or leave it somewhere. But hok doesn't go straight to Imperial City, which means the amulet is somewhere else, and they do know we take a turn to Chorrol. They may or may not know the relationship between the Blades and Talos cults, and they may or may not know Weynon Priory is dedicated to the Order of Talos. So they may or may not know Weynon Priory is the secret hideout for the Blades.

It's interesting that we and the Mythic Dawn arrive at the Priory almost at the same time. Maybe the speed of the daedric telegraph is as fast as the speed of the agents' gathering. I think it's best for them to get the amulet before hok and Martin arrive. But them waiting Jauffre to take the amulet out of the hiding spot is very reasonable.

But I think it's still possible for them to like, hanging outside the window all day everyday to see where Jauffre hides the amulet XD

[honkshoo-zzz]

he's into it.

[babyjinsu]

thoughts on Passive aggressive Anton?? he is low-key toxic and manipulative but tries to hide on that sweet tone n cute face and fails in the process, please I beg 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

love ur work <3

sarcasm + passive aggressive boyfriends are my cup of teaaaa. so subtly manipulative and mean but hidden under that sweet-boyfriend act mask eeek. hopefully you like this anony <3  i don't think this is EXACTLY like what you wanted but... pls lmk nonetheless <3

cw; manipulative, guilt-tripping, sarcastic boyfriend!anton

“you didn’t have to wait for me…” you say, sliding into the passenger seat. “i texted—”

“you texted you ‘might be late’.” anton’s hands stay steady on the wheel, switching gears and stepping on the gas pedal to start moving. his eyes on the road. “it’s fine. i just figured you’d let me know if you wanted a ride an hour later.” 

you flinch a little, eyebrows furrowed as you glance at him. “it wasn’t on purpose. the talk dragged on a little, that’s why i told you i’ll call you when i’m finished.” 

anton exhales through his nose, not quite a sigh but… “mm.” 

you swallow, shifting awkwardly in your seat. your fingers playing with the hem of your dress. “i… didn’t know you’ve arrived early... i said i might be late.”

“and i said i’d pick you up.” the traffic light turns red. you hear anton’s fingertips tapping absentmindedly against the steering wheel. “it’s okay.” he says, smiling at you. not a big one—just that tight curve of his lips he often does. the kind that really means ‘you should feel bad’. 

the silence that follows is heavy. much like the weight on your heart is. 

you look out the window. “you could’ve gone home…” your murmur, almost like a peace offering, a guilt-ridden one.

“i could’ve,” he echoes sweetly, tilting his head slightly while waiting for the countdown of the traffic light to turn green. “but you’d hate that. what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let my girlfriend get home by herself?” 

the way anton says it… you stare at him, lips parting—then closing again. there’s a tightness in your throat you can’t name. he says it so lovingly but his actions say otherwise. in this car, his hand is gripping the wheel tight, and his other one rests near the gearshirt. his profile lit by the red glow of the traffic light doesn’t help.

“‘m sorry,” you murmur softly, sinking back into the carseat with your arms crossed. you don’t even know what you’re apologising for, but feel the need to without thinking twice. 

maybe an apology for being late… for making him wait.

maybe an apology for making him talk like that—say things like that—with that soft disappointment in his voice that makes you feel bad…

but this isn't about you.

anton doesn’t answer right away. the car hums low and smooth over asphalt. you keep your eyes on the side mirror. then you feel it—his fingers tapping against your knee.

“it’s okay,” he finally says. “i know how you get. you tend to be a little forgetful when you’re having fun with your friends. i don’t mean to make you feel bad.” 

you blink, whipping your head towards him with a slight crease between your brows. what—? what is that supposed to mean? you didn’t mean to have fun while making anton wait… in the car.

“i wasn’t—” you begin, but stop almost immediately. you had just apologised. 

“that’s why i didn’t text again,” he adds casually. “i didn’t wanna interrupt your good time.” 

you freeze—then look away. because arguing would make it worse. and because the last thing you want tonight is for that soft voice to go cold. and that radio silence for days. 

“you’ve eaten there, right?” he asks, like nothing happened. his hand pulls away. “but i bought those dumplings from that restaurant you really like,” he smirks, letting out a soft hum. “we can eat them together—because i sure am hungry after waiting all this time.”

[eobe]

When I was working on this, I saw that @superiorsniper sneaked in, abolutely in character without any interaction. I think you felt that I just worked on Lula in your face 😀 That‘s it – welcome, enjoy and get Lula‘d for superior grumpyness 😀🫶🏼

This time I tracked time again on this piece. It took me 1 hour and 19 minutes. I‘m getting better 😎

[thebearme]

two speedingbullet shitpost

[bietrofastimoff23]

the funny thing is that aegon, bedridden, is still more successful at making friends than aemond.