#THANK GOD HE DIDN’T

[theoldkyokodied]

Really quick doodles of a few scenes from the stream yesterday. Including combat flirting taunting, gale’s magnificently distracting shoes and.. whatever you wanna call gale agreeing to give 15 gold to astarion 😐😑😐😑😐 (that’s me blinking)

[bridgekc]

sorry for the slow posts, my wrist does NOT appreciate a college work load of art projects 🥲

but anyways here’s an absolutely DESPICABLE line from a fic i read the other day

like i asked for hurt/comfort, not shatter my heart to pieces

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

OUUUUU I’M COOKED I AM SO COOKED I AM NEVER GONNA RECOVER I’LL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN OUUUUUUUGHGHGHGHGGGRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

[hyunpic]

march 2025 with hyunjin

[cattivorosa]

the confrontation between annabelle and henry was genuinely so chilling…the way luke said “I don’t like this” immediately put up all of my red flags so I was so thrown off when the audience laughed at that

[elodieunderglass]

(Killie the jockey OC and his coworkers)

(Killie is absurdly strong! but also - this is important, listen up, Rossa - the instructions are written on the cap)

(As a dual champion flat and jump jockey, Killie is capable of opening jars and also immune to the lure of the single grape)

[try-set-me-on-fire]

birds all sing as if they knew

[stealingyourbones]

Watching Loki. I’m on episode 4 and I’m trying to see what the hype was about

[littler3d]

God I am so thankful this show gave these kids common sense. “No you work for us” yes bitch get his ass he needs you more than you need him

[gay-cartoon-enjoyer]

Gravity Falls meme I made in 5 min

Might as well repost this, since it’s the month of Maybel. 💫

[dingletragedy]

the fact that over seven years on from the first time he tried, robert sugden still cannot bring to give himself to anyone but aaron, is nothing short of poetic. soulmates!!!!!

[strryhaze]

jack kennedy who never had to live in a world without his older brother, losing him in one brutal punch of an instant and never getting to say goodbye. then keeping an older bobby at a distance, more than he’d ever done in the past, seeming almost purposeful, for a long time until joe sr. forced them onto a trip together.

all of a sudden, jack had no choice but to hear his little brother’s shockingly astute insights, his dry wit - which had jack doing a double take with how similar it was to joe jr’s, only difference being that bobby’s sounded a lot more self-deprecating in nature. that serious face of his was etched onto his skin forever, no doubt about that, but there’d been a moment on the trip when that intensity quieted down to a hum. it happened when jack got sick on the trip, violently, feverishly sick. unanticipatedly so.

death had visited jack’s doorstep more often than most; over time, he had developed a sixth sense of sorts that never failed him even past his delirium, of knowing when death lingered nearby - the nurses and their barely-concealed panic, the doting pity, the clattering of nerves, the weary sighs. nothing new. even as he sweated through the sheets, he sensed the shift in the room instantly and the tell-tale signs that followed. a priest was summoned. last rites were murmured at the edge of his bed. everything was quiet except the pounding in his chest. even when he wasn’t sick, he always heard that same godforsaken pounding in his dreams. the pounding in his chest that reminded him that the noise, the beat after beat after beat, could stop at any moment. he wanted it to stop, for the sake of his sanity more than anything, but then the reminder of what that truly entailed would always snap him into high alert. these thoughts, uncontrollable and unshakeable, drove him mad at times, always worsened his delirium. he tried not to delve too deep into that sort of thinking, no use in it at all, but the sight of the priest had really done him in. as the nurses moved around in a hectic rotation, jack attempted to steady his own breathing, but to no avail. that’s when bobby stepped in.

he entered the room calmly, steadily, so unlike his usually impatient footsteps, as if yet another sibling wasn’t one cough away from death. he began murmuring assurances here and there, touching shoulders, nodding politely at the priest and thanking him for his service, slowly mellowing out the stifled room. such simple details in the grand scheme of things, but there was something to that. jack had expected something else - a big show, an impetuous jab perhaps - joe jr kept appearing in and out of his fever-induced dreams - barking orders, the way their father did, something of the like. truth was, he hadn’t expected bobby at all. he hadn’t expected bobby to sit at the edge of his bed, right on top of the covers. he beckoned a nurse over and whispered something in her ear, her response was long and furtive, but it made bobby smile for some reason. been worse, always comes through. tough as nails, he is, were the only words jack managed to catch. and the rasp of his voice, low and even, settled the entire room, settled everyone, including jack. bobby’s presence had steadied him. there was a moment during the worst of it, jack half out of it and moaning, when bobby rushed over and tried to give him some water to help alleviate the discomfort. an incoherent jack, bleary-eyed and dazed, but still conscious enough to refuse to be babied by his little brother, shook his head stubbornly, and left bobby with no choice but to practically force the water down his throat. c’mon, jack, you can keep coping heroically all you want, just chug the damn thing. he said it so seriously, a worried wrinkle creasing in between his brows, that jack, semi-conscious, stifled a weak laugh. a few drops of water dribbled down his chin before bobby cursed and reached for a rag, wiping him clean with the focus of a damn mother much to jack’s groaned protests.

and jack felt it then, through the damp haze of sickness - the odd, disarming sense of being taken care of like this by family, for the first time ever. not managed, not placated, not tolerated, or tossed into a room to be forgotten and taken care of clinically by strangers, but watched over without an ounce of shame or awareness of themselves. this was the first time a brother had gone out of his way to be kind to him, to jump into the deep end and tend to the gaping wound with something akin to devotion. straight from the bone, pure instinct. they never mentioned it again, one of those things men tuck into the back of their minds to save face, but they didn’t have to utter a word about it anyway. jack never forgot it.

[virgothozul]

I don’t talk nearly enough about part5 and Mista. He’s my comfy dummy, bless this lil silly man. (wdym we’re talking about a mafia dude who does t0rtur3 and mur43r for a living)

[tightjeansjavi]

Geta is a dumb lil himbo and anyone who disagrees can argue with a wall! Bro thinks calligraphy is a COUNTRY—a fucking country I—

(an idiot with baby cow eyes! Somebody stop him!)

[ni-kisno1fan14007]

….. *spits out water*

.. I desire that..

(this is gonna be me the moment I see Riki) ..hybe.. keep your gym doors wide open.. in fact pull off the doors altogether.. keep it available 24/7 for Nishimura Riki.. cause goddamn..

[wishchip106]

Logan but erik is also there

i need more fics that have this concept, i’ve read nearly all the ones i’ve found with this but i’m greedy so i require more

caliban just having to deal with three old ass mutants

since erik’s in his nineties i’m giving him a walker

and you know what HEARING LOSS

“Erik can you pass the salt?”

“WHAT??”

“the salt, Erik”

“WHAT??????”

he refuses to using hearing aids for some reason

him and charles sleep together but sometimes charles forgets who he is and freaks out about the stranger in his bed

erik has a spare bed in the ‘house’ when that happens

once laura comes along and they escape in the limo charles keeps going like “this reminds me of October 1962” the fact he even remembers that is crazy

when they’re in the hotel, laura shows erik her xmen comics while they watch movies until of course when the humans break in and charles has a seizure 🙁

i feel like erik would be the kind of old guy to go “back in my day!”

grandpa magneto naps

when they meet that family charles references erik as his husband

i cant tell whether i want this to be a fix-it or not

fuck it lets go down the angst path

x-24 still manages to kill charles and temporarily kidnap laura, magneto got his ass beat ☹️

beach divorce reference, erik cradling charles in his arms

they bury charles

erik refuses to leave the grave so logan and laura keep going

and that would be probably the last we see of erik

i’m gonna say he does die, maybe of old age he deserves a natural death like that

lets say someone sees an unconscious old man near a fresh grave and takes him to that hospital laura took logan where erik maybe passes in his sleep

boom kinda sad ending

and of course Logan ending for logan and laura

just imagine erik is also there or something ^^