#and then he exploded. the end

[adambarrettz]

[falafels]

pt. 86!! <pt.85 pt.87>

EDIT I FUCKED UP THE TEXTS “it’s for the occasion” IS SUPPOSED TO BE FROM KEVIN NOT WYMACK

happy father’s day!! saw my dad for the first time in several months and found out he has been lifetime banned from the vermeer museum for stealing and that now he has at least 12 more one-sided delusion beefs.

anyway this is the beginning (and possibly the end i haven’t decided) of me pressing my nathan wesninski agenda. the worst most garbage man ever and he is a diva. to me

tags for the homies ❤️ @andrewsleftarmband @blurryhour @you-know-i-get-itt @notexactlythatgirl @longspacerat @tessasilverswan @minyard-05 @carbon-dated-gal @bisexualchaosdemon @stormiiflies @watercoloureyes01 @vampire-overlord @iron-sides @azure-wing @buffalo-fox @ohgodnotagainplease @pink-hydrangea @jaywalkerss @ohmynoggin-blog @cosmic-marauder @min-getoutofmy-yard @plazybones @disastersappho @leestars13 @the-witch-forever-lives @minyardsss @post-historical-posts @andabuttonnose @hidinginmyhands @aftg4l @allfor-thegames @yaoishida @inafieldofstarflowers @snowcoming @mooniism @fieldsofpoppies-in-salt-air @prometheusthedragon @graveyardviolence @bustedleftshoe @beatrix33 @aftg-bs @yes-i-exist-shutup @milktemproom @all-for-exy @moon-over-ruined-castle @meta-breakers @whatwereyouthinkingaboutagain @dragonslayer26806 @malepresentingleg @lesbiansforkevinday

[egophiliac]

YO TREY CLOVER IS HERE !!!

TREY NOOOO you weren't supposed to look so cool, I was supposed to be able to save my keys for all the upcoming birthdays, how could you do this to me --

also hey. hey Trey. what's in that bowl.

[xelqua-the-jester]

NOBODY FUCKING MOVE.

SOURCE: GRIAN'S INSTAGRAM ANIMATION BY NOXLOTL

OH MY GOD.

[cameforstuff]

Hate Mail

Stan had gotten used to reading and replying to piles of mail in a day, slowed by carefully deciphering the messy crayon so he could give the best response. It would usually take him several minutes to think of the perfect doodle to slip in with it. Sometimes he would scrap it several times before he was happy with the result.

His last letter was from a little girl from California asking if it could rain soda she poured it into the ocean. He’d written a polite answer explaining that it would be bad for the sea animals, and a simple experiment she could do with evaporation instead. After a bit of thought he drew Dr. Pine sitting a a table chatting with a sea turtle in purple crayon at the bottom. He was almost glad he had not improved his drawing skills since he was twelve. 

The next letter shocked him a bit. He almost set it aside when he saw it, thinking a bill had been slipped with the fan letters. Yet there on the front, in almost obnoxious cursive, was the typical address to Dr. Pine. There was no return address.

Another odd thing about the letter was just how carefully it had been put together. The wording straight and the envelope closed seemingly perfectly. Yet the bottom corner was scrunched like the writer had been holding it like their life depended on it. Stan opened the letter, to his surprise there was two. 

The first was like any letter from a kid, slightly messy handwriting gushing about their favorite part of the last episode. The ‘Tate Mcgucket’ seemed to really enjoy them discussing the lake’s food web and listed a few of his favorite fish. 

The second letter however was not as kind. It listed 12 inaccuracies in the episode. Each going in lengthy detail. He could only skim it as the text shrunk to save room. The explanations were familiar in a way. Kind of like how he tried to explain things, but laced with passive aggressive remarks. Hate mail was a thing he had gotten from angsty teenagers and upset parents on occasion, but this letter felt different. It was addressed by a ‘Mr. Mystery PhD, A real one unlike yours.’ He stared at the letter for several minutes unsure of what to do with it. 

He moved back to the first letter, replying to it like any other. Drawing a Dr. Pine riding a large bass. He quickly popped open a book for references, this kid seemed like the type to appreciate the effort. Then he looked back at the other letter. A bit of annoyance now when he remembered the letter had no return address. He pinned both to a the corkboard above his desk and moved on to replying to other letters.

He decided he was going to get his reply to Tate, not only because he was determined to reply to every letter, but also to spite this ‘Mr Mystery.’ He may be right that Stan is not a real doctor, but he was a man to stubborn for his own good

______

And thus a saga of mail exchanges begins. Where? Uh I lost it in shipping, you know how mail goes.

Forgot to link the post that this is based on.

[blorborotisserie]

The thing i think of the most is when my dad, the man who has read the Witcher books, played every game and watched the show with me said, "So Jaskier has unrequited feelings for Geralt right?"

[peanutheaddd]

klance in 2024.....

[gomzdrawfr]

About this rb (the op linked this video in their twt before) and I wanna share it too

This. Pair with @on-a-lucky-tide post about Price 🤌🏻

[eternalmomentss]

Need to gush again about how perfect Dorian's ending is. It's so important to me that while it was highlighted that Orym is and stays the most important connection in his life, Dorian holds the bonds with his friends in equally high regards. That man is so full of love that he has endless amounts to spare, romantically and platonically. Finding time for everyone is what gives his life meaning and that is the purest form of devotion you can imagine.

[vinh-l]

love eote so much that I constantly listen to music. And decided to draw what I feel during this or that track

below why I think Hatchling is scared. because I fuckin wasnt. gosh. finally a good semi horror game (dlc)

judging by all the information that we extract as the game progresses the most important features Hatch has that they are energetic, purposeful and finally curious. perhaps from the very first loops they were not like that, or on the contrary, an endless series of despair sipped their character. but most likely, they got into a Stranger when the log of the ship was already filled, which means by this time Hatchling is already used to everything. they understand what to expect and shaped their thoughts/worldview/fears/emotions about this. They see what everything will come to. All their lives they knew about their galaxy around and heard how other hearthians flies, dreaming of conquering (curiosity?) too. They knew from childhood about Nomai and also burned with the desire to learn more.

They knew about the existence of all these things.

and soon it will be the turn to end it all with the unknown in the Eye. perhaps they still need time to mentally prepare and live their time, but there is only one way ahead.

And here.

What they didn't know. even the secret of the Interloper was not so large-scale because they knew about the existence of a comet, albeit from the outside. and many of Nomai's conversations pointed to that celestial body - they were prepared. But a completely new .. civilization? which even Nomai didn't know? what to expect from that place? the whole galaxy Outer Wilds has never carried violence - it's all nature. but what is here? yes, perhaps Hatchling calmed down seeing the interior of the ship - grass, trees and water familiar from childhood. but even before entering the simulation, there were reasons to start to fear -

slides with the lives of strangers.

and then I get to my point - I think Hatchling would not have shit so much about all this - they are already used to it - well, or at least they would be afraid only of a couple of loops. However. Music and sounds. what is it created for? to show the atmosphere. but this atmosphere doesnt convey the feelings of owlks, they fuckin live here. sooo

these are the feelings and emotions Hatchling is feeling (the Player goes to hell). ..how they must be mad with fear and caution.

They are scared because the unknown is ahead. But this is precisely the reason why they go forward, like all hundreds of loops back. Curiosity.

[cinnamonanddean]

Can we talk about Clark in his jersey with the Luthor Corp logo above his heart and Lex (who has never given one single solitary crap about Smallville High or football until Clark joined the team) in the stands watching him win the game? Like this is insane, right?

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

YOU'RE IN LOVE

Summary: Just Joker having moment of realization that he's in love<3 dedicating this to @ravenwritten and @shintaru dividers cred: @cafekitsune

The night sky hovered above the city like a ghost from the tales, the blinding city lights flickered in the streets, loud music from the near club shook the ground and in one small alleyway, where lights couldn't reach and utter solitude has taken place, was a man standing, bloodied and bruised, glaring at the unconscious bodies under his feet.

The man, who goes by allias Joker, had baby blue hair, sharp grey eyes that cut through the laughter from outside. He was wearing grey sweatpants with Adidas windbreaker jacket and white t-shirt underneath. His knuckles were bloody and bruised, his bottom lip cut and thick, dark blood leaked from the wound, his cheek was bright red from the punch he took earlier. But he didn't care about his bruises as much as he cared about the clothes that got bloody.

"Shit..." He muttered to himself, looking down on the white t-shirt that almost started looking like Japanese flag with random bloody dotes here and there. His grey sweatpants had dirt smeared on knees and ankles places.

How was he supposed to return to home like this...Especially after hearing the protest of his younger brother about him getting into fights. Joker could swear on his brothers he hasn't started this one, these assholes suddenly jumped him out of nowhere. He could recognize one of them, the guy he had to beat up in fight club for money - before he quit. Guess this was an attempt of revenge, huh?

Joker ran his hand through the slick, sweaty folds of his hair, grunting from frustration. Rather than staying here, he decided to leave the alleyway, even if people would stare at him weirdly for having blood all over himself, it was better than staying in the dark with guys he beat up to unconsciousness, not knowing when they would wake up.

He quietly walked away from the near club, trying to avoid crowd as much as he could, but it turned out to be impossible. As he hurriedly took steps on the busy streets, he could catch the looks of people who noticed him. Two girls gasped at the sight of blood, carefully avoiding bumping into him, the random kid stared at him with wide eyes before his mom dragged him away, saying something about how many lunatics walk around and why it's dangerous to stare at them..Which caused Joker to walk faster, searching for any pharmacy.

But before he could find one, someone's hand gently rested on his shoulder. Oh here goes the concerns from the random person he didn't even know, offering him to take him to hospital like he had money to pay one a visit. But upon turning around, he didn't see someone random, not someone he didn't know.

"Hajun? Oh, thankfully it's you. I was afraid I was mistaken." You spoke before eyeing him up and down, your expression turning to one of concern. "Actually, I'd rather have you been someone else....What happened to you?"

Hajun turned away, making you let go of his shoulder, while he mumbled something. "It's nothing.."

"What?! What do you mean it's nothing?!"You almost yelled, grabbing his hand to stop him but miserably failed as your strength didn't turn out to be enough, he basically dragged you with him but stopped himself due to you still holding his hand.

"....What are you doing?" He asked you, rising his eyebrows in surprise but you couldn't see since his hair was covering them. You could hear the surprised tone that escaped his lips though, despite him trying to brush this situation off.

"I have tissues and bandaids..I can save you the trouble of finding pharmacy right now, at this hour." You gently said, letting go of his hand once noticing he wasn't planning to run away.

Joker's tense shoulders relaxed a bit, his eyes thoughtfully looking at you, considering whether he should accept the help or not. It was you who was offering the help, after all. The girl he has known since childhood, the first ever friend and also crush he ever had - though according to him, his feelings have passed since then - and now a woman who lived right in front of his apartment.

It was awkward enough when he first met you again in the grocery shop, you were wearing beautiful sundress while he was wearing basic clothes he hurriedly put on, not even bothering to put shoes on and just going out with slippers. He immediately recognized you back then, while it took you two more accidental reruns with him to finally remember who he was. After that, you tried to see him more often, even playing in the playground with his brothers and whatnot. But you were one of the last person he wanted to see him in this state, looking like some sort of punchbag.

Seeing how he was hesitating to make a choice, you sighed and spoke up again. "C'mon, Hajun...I can't leave you in this state. Plus you can't find any open pharmacy anywhere near at this hour."

"Fine.." He finally gave in, letting you drag him away to the bench, helping him sit down despite him not needing the help.

You opened your handbag, taking out the pack of tissues and bandaids before opening one, taking the tissue out to press it on lip that was somehow still bleeding.

Hajun stared at you directly, seeing how serious you looked - like he needed surgery and not barely just a first aid. Then something peaked his curiosity and in an attempt to break the awkward silence, he asked you a question. "Why do you have bandaids in the first place?"

"Hm? Oh. I have them on me whenever I wear heels." You answered, now taking out the bandaid from its box. Unconsciously, Hajun looked down at your feet, noticing the black heels you were wearing, quite tall ones.

"Oh." Is all he managed to say.

"Don't speak too much. Your face is literally battered up!" You told him, then suddenly pushed up his hair to see his forehead, cleaning up something - guessing it was blood from the cut he didn't notice until now - near his eyebrow. Then putting the sticky bandaid on it.

While you were too focused on taking care of him, he couldn't focus at all. His heart was beating rather fast, but he convinced himself it's because of adrenaline. Yet, he couldn't find the excuse for his eyes darting at everywhere but at you, especially avoiding your face. He felt heat rushing at his cheeks but wasn't sure whether he was blushing or not.

He flinched when you took his hand in yours, catching your attention. "Sorry, I'll try to be gentle." You said, giving him apologetic smile.

"It's fine." He spoke.

You examinated his knuckles, blood has already dried on them. It didn't look like he had any cuts on them, so you presumed he got into fight, getting his knuckles dirty with whoever he was fighting's blood. "I don't have water to clean up dried blood...You don't mind if I use my saliva instead?"

"I--what?!" He almost choked on air, his ears turning pink now but thankfully you couldn't see due to the dark night.

With an awkward laugh, you rubbed your neck with your hand. "Nevermind, it sounds weird. It's just that, my mom used to wet the tissues with saliva when she needed to clean me up. That's why I don't find it weird." You spoke in embarrassment, your cheeks heating up slightly.

"Uhm..." Joker cleared his voice before speaking. "I can wash my hands when I get home."

"Alright." You said. "Then I'll put band-"

"You don't have to." He cut you off. Once you looked up at him again, he glanced away to avoid making eye contact for he doesn't even know why. "It's not anything major, I can do it at home myself."

"But--"

"It's fine."

You sighed in defeat, finally standing up. "Fine but make sure you won't forget." You spoke up, giving him your hand to help him stand up, even though you weren't strong enough to support him.

He hesitantly accepted your hand. It would've been rude if he wouldn't, right?

He stood up holding your hand and this small act was enough to quicken his heartbeat, making it clear to him that it wasn't the adrenaline anymore. It's not like he hasn't noticed how he feels his heart beating faster whenever he has an encounter with you, but maybe he brushed it off as nothing due to not having proper minute with you. It was always accidental, either you were in hurry or him, he couldn't even got the minute to talk to you. He didn't even know that you met his brothers on playgrounds, they told him once they returned to home.

And he had...things to worry about, which occupied his mind 24/7. Though, you definitely didn't need to know this.

"Well, since we're going same way, we can at least chat a bit." Your voice snapped him away from his thoughts, noticing how you two were still holding hands, he had sudden realization that he hadn't let go of you and, lost in his thoughts, he ended up staring at your hand holding his, later noticing the size difference. He immediately let go of you hand, putting his hands in his pockets instead,starting to walk, his cheeks pink from the embarrassment.

"Didn't you..." He glanced at you now, you were already walking by his side. "say that I shouldn't talk too much?"

"Well, yeah..." You said awkwardly. "But we haven't really been talking, you know. And besides," your lips curled up in knowing smirk. "you were never the type to talk much so I'll be the one to yap your ears away, as always."

Your comment made him smile a bit. He liked how you still were being so casual with him, despite him getting awkward and flustered. Now that he thinks about it, it has always been like that. Since childhood, you were the talkative one, extrovert who managed to have many friends and liked by neighborhood kids. While he was nobody, just awkward boy from poor family that barely survived poverty. Unlike you, he was always avoided by others, claiming he must have had some kind of disease. And maybe you pitied him or were too kind, you were the first person to approach him, became his friend, unknowingly made him fall in love with you so hard that all his negative thoughts and worries were erased and replaced by the thoughts of you, he even learned how to make bouquets and flower crowns for you, but unfortunately, you moved away to another country, leaving him with an ache and newfound emptiness.

"So..." Before you could say anything more, he posed question for you. "I thought you were just visiting Korea but it seems you're living here again?"

You nodded you head. "Yeah, this is my home country after all. I thought it would have been better for me return here." You put your hands in the pockets of your leather jacket, smiling to yourself upon talking about the country you just adored. If your parents wouldn't have dragged you away from here, you would have never left it.

"Oh, that's good." Hajun said.

You glanced at him, your lips curling up in a teasing smirk once again. "Why? Did you miss me?" Your question visibly caught him off guard, which almost made you giggle. He was still so easy to surprise or get him flustered, it was cute. "I'm kidd-"

"Yeah."

He suddenly answered, his eyes glued on the ground while he walked beside you. His honest answer surprised you, you didn't expect him to take your question seriously or give you such an answer.

Observing him a bit, you caught a glimse of his pink cheeks but due to darkness, you brushed it off as nothing or maybe cold.

"I see.." You spoke again, your smirk softening into genuine smile. "I missed you too, Hajun." He glanced at you, making eye contact with you for first time. He can't fully describe the feeling he's experiencing right now, but it's like his heart is fluttering and suddenly he feels too warm. You continued though, unaware of how you were making this poor man feel. "I was afraid you wouldn't recognize me, to be honest. Because, well, I really did leave without contacting you again. I even searched you up on social media when I decided to come back to Korea, but I couldn't find you."

He was silent, it's nothing unusual but he was silent for different reason now. The fact that you tried to find a way to contact him, tried to find him on social media, tried and put effort in finding him made his heart skip a beat.

"You're the one who didn't recognize me, though." He mumbled loud enough for you to hear. It might sound creepy, but he has remembered your appearance vividly all these years. You were the one that made him feel like he was someone, after all. He couldn't even describe how grateful he was or how much he missed you since then. Only to meet you again in the grocery shop, then had him accidentally run into you again but as if mocked by the fate, you didn't even glanced at him twice. He knows he's being childish by expecting you to remember him after quite long time, after he dyed his hair, got piercings, changed his appearance and himself too. He was nobody from the poor household that barely had any clothes to wear, nobody that people didn't even bother to remember but now he was someone, with a name for himself, someone more flashy, someone more memorable. But still...Seeing the way you didn't recognize him, nor glanced at him for another time - it hurt more than he thought it would.

You scoffed. "Hey, that's because you look too different."

"Different?"

"Yeah. I'd never think you'd dye your hair, especially in baby blue!"

"Huh? Why not?" He blinked at you, surprised by the emphasis on his choice of hair color.

"Because baby blue is...baby blue? It's usually associated with babies or cute and small creatures." You explained, even with body language, putting your hands close to empathize small. "And you're not small. How tall are you anyway?"

"Um...2 meters I guess." He answered.

"Yeah--wait for real?!" Your jaw dropped. You thought he'd be around 190cm but 2 meters?? "Are you sure you shouldn't be in NBA?"

He quietly laughed, it was short and silent but it was a laugh. "No, I'm not interested in basketball. I like boxing more."

"Ooh boxing, huh. Like Muhammad Ali?" You asked him. You've never looked into boxing or any mma sports, maybe because you weren't truly interested in sports. But you do know few famous sportsmen.

"Yeah, like Muhammad Ali." He confirmed, even though he knew he wasn't one to be compared to a legend that made boxing lovable. If Hajun was truly someone like Ali, maybe his brother wouldn't be disgusted with his fights, maybe he wouldn't be someone his brother would look at with disapproval.

"That's cool! Do you still ride a bike though?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Great. When we're both free, we can ride together if you want to." You smiled at him.

"T..Together?" He stuttered.

"Yeah, together. I missed riding bikes with you." Gosh, what were you doing to his poor heart? He felt like he'd have heart attack. To be honest, he didn't know how to feel anymore. Flustered because his "old" crush was offering to ride bikes with him or childishly happy that you want to spend time with him? It's weird. He was sure he didn't have time for romance or any sort of feelings such as love, he was sure his old feelings had passed, that it wasn't romantic anymore, but the mere sight of your smile gets him flustered, the mere sound of your voice makes his heart flutter and your touches alone were effective enough to almost make him completely weak in the knees. Was he just being stupid? Or maybe he underestimated how strongly he loved you, how strongly lovable you were.

"Sure...I'll try to make time for you." He finally said it. Wooin wouldn't beat his ass if he doesn't hang out with him for one day, right?

"You don't have to if you're busy." You spoke up, looking away from him, noticing the familiarity of the environment instead.You recognized this street, even in the darkness of the night. "Oh, we're already here."

Hajun snapped back to reality, also noticing the familiar street now, two apartments facing each other, then he turned to face you. "Yeah. I'll walk you to yours."

"You don't have to." You smiled again, reassuring him that it's fine if he won't, especially since he's still injured.

"No, I insist." He remarked, leaving no room for any argument.

"Oh wow, what a gentleman." You replied teasingly, walking towards your apartment while he followed you like a puppy on guard.

It didn't take many steps to reach the entrance of your apartment. You opened the entrance door by pulling the doorknob but suddenly stopped.

Letting go of the doorknob, you turned around to face Hajun, taking steps to close the already small distance between you two. "Hajun, bend down a little." You said.

"Huh?" He blinked down at you, confused and unaware of whatever you were planning in that sly brain of yours. But he bend down to your level regardless, still trying to keep the appropriate distance, which was immediately closed by you kissing his cheek, sending shockwaves through his nerves.

Your cheeks were flushing by the time you pulled away, you flashed him an innocent smile as if you didn't just made his brain stop working. "Bye, I'll see you tomorrow!" You turned around and walked in your apartment, closing the door behind you.

Hajun stayed in one place, as if still processing what happened. His cheeks were as red as tomato by now, his heart about to burst through his chest.

You kissed him.

You kissed him.

On the cheek.

You.

Kissed.

Him.

On.

The.

Cheek.

My goodness. He didn't even know how to react, but he was blushing, his heart acting crazy but at the same time, he was relieved. He can't process why, maybe because this means you like him too, right?

After calming down a bit, he turned around to leave. His steps slower than before, his brain malfunctioning but his lips were shaking from how much he wanted to smile right now, despite the uncomfortable feeling from his stitches on his jaw.

And that's how he was left with no worries anymore, no sadness or heavy feelings, instead you left him with euphoria and deep, deep feelings of yearning.

[mcytegg]

ngl i think a betrayal within the empire is inevitable. like esp considering who is in it and their differing morals 😭

[sodacreampuff]

Screenshots from Cam's second interaction under the cut, in case anyone doesn't wanna see it (both the screenshots and/or me relentlessly fangirling lol)

MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME

OH. MY. GOD.

[ruporas]

wolfwood redraws (ID in alt text)

[razmerry]

“oh jason was the happy robin” this “oh he wasn’t at all angsty like people think” that well if you bitches want to have your canonical happy robin you better accept that you’re getting natural-redhead-dyes-his-hair-black-exact-copy-of-dick’s-backstory jason too. can’t have one without the other