#except for f

[sincerlyus]

Oooh Ford wasn't the only one who got a date that night!

[egophiliac]

GET LOVED, IDIOT

GET LOVED SO HARD YOUR KIDS HOLD HANDS AND POWER-OF-LOVE YOU BACK TO LIFE

sorry guys, this is just my brain now. this is going to be the only thing I think about for the next week at least.

oh and also this

FIVE YEARS IN AND IT'S FINALLY CANON 🎉🎉🎉

WE DID IT

[mebssann]

average yuri/ yaoi couple

[leafyeyes417]

Source of it all

Danny and his class had gone on a trip to Gotham for a week. He wasn’t exactly happy about that since despite the lower ectoplasm levels compared to amity, there was a lot more death and he could feel them happen when nearby. It made it hard to sleep when he kept jerking awake due to it.

Everything would have been fine if during the planned events they hadn’t come within a certain distance of Arkham Asylum. Danny being a halfa gave him senses that no one else had. One minute he had been following the group and the next pure and utter terror encompassed him and he took off in a random direction to get as far away from that as possible.

When he came back to himself he was halfway across the city, utterly lost, and on the verge of a panic attack because he had never felt like that before, even when he fought Pariah Dark. Whatever was under Arkham was Bad News(TM) and he had no clue what he should do about it.

[uglywitch69]

Bring back fighting as foreplay in 2025

[not-rab]

*during a prank*

James: What do you think Sirius will do for a distraction?

Remus: He’ll probably make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do

*classroom explodes and several students start screaming*

Remus: ... Or he could do that

[tremendously-crazy]

does anyone else immediately lose interest in a book when there's a romantic subplot or is that just me

[nat-20s]

I think The Doctor could stop The Master completely in their tracks by looking them in the eyes and giving them an entirely sincere "Dude what the fuck?". I think that would genuinely perplex them so much they'd forget to be evil

[ghostlypawn]

MELISSA KING + FRANK LANGDON ↳ LONELY HEART [5SOS]

[dead-generations]

Popular understanding of military technologies and capabilities is weirdly frozen in like, WWII and the cold war, even with the incredibly televisied bombing of Baghdad, the constant reports from Gaza and the unprecedented level of public and open source documentation of Ukraine.

And I know people are aware of like drone strikes but they really do not understand what the current capabilities are. The Brimstone is twenty years old. There are weaponised military lasers deployed right now. The US removed the explosives from a missile and gave it radial blades just to avoid killing people more than a metre away from an individual target. Semi-autonomous hunter killer drones are being deployed right now. Have you seen current gen military thermal cameras? People are using publicly available civilian satellite imaging services to do open source battle damage assessment. There are weapons in space and all three major space powers are testing and drilling anti space capabilities in orbit right now. Hell, they are actively attacking each others space infrastructure right now as we speak.

I think if people were aware of the levels of precision, autonomy and interconnectedness in munitions they'd be terrified. None of this is science fiction

[diamondzart]

Unmasked spy because why not, he’s hot *_*

[covetyou]

kissogram

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Teen (18+ only blog!) warnings: drunk Joel, soft possessive Joel, lovesick Joel, wingman Tommy, fluff, idiots in love and in denial word count: 1.8k summary: A familiar sound wakes you from the soft slumber you'd not long fallen into - sounds you'd dreamed about in the months since meeting Joel Miller. This time, as you creep down the stairs to come face-to-face with your intruder, you can be certain it's not a man decked out in plush red velvet.

A/N: happy birthday to Joel Miller, happy TLOU day to us, and, most importantly, happy GOD DAMN IT ARE YOU CLOSE TO SAYING YOU LOVE EACH OTHER YET day to these two babies.

I'll be back with more dress up!Joel in 5 weeks 💛

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A familiar sound wakes you from the soft slumber you'd not long fallen into. The click of a door. The woosh of your house decompressing. Muffled footsteps. They were sounds that your own ears hadn't heard in months, and yet ones you'd heard a hundred times over in your dreams since that first day you met Joel, decked out in plush red velvet in front of your Christmas tree.

It's why, when you fully come to and pull yourself up onto your elbows, you find yourself blinking in confusion in the dark. Dreams and reality are tricky things to figure out when you're on the precipice of both. And, while the sound of foreign footsteps on your living room floor was something you dreamed about - fantasized about - a feeling of unease is quickly creeping up your spine the longer you listen to the hushed tones coming from downstairs.

Whatever - whoever - it is, isn't even trying to be discreet, not by the way your door suddenly slams and something rattles against the wall.

You don't even try to be discreet either, jumping from your bed and stomping over to the door. It's stupid, maybe. Probably.

Almost definitely.

The first time may have worked out well for you by creeping down to find Joel in your house, but that didn't mean any other break-in was going to go as well for you. Now, all these months later, you didn't even have your old umbrella to arm yourself with as you throw open the door and fly downstairs, hoping the element of surprise will save you.

Slamming your hand against the wall, you drench your living room in artificial light so suddenly your eyes can barely adjust before you're screaming out into the room in a feeble attempt to scare off your intruders.

"Get ou- what the fuck?!"

"Jesu-"

"Fu-"

The scene in front of you is a mess. Mail you'd left on your coffee table earlier is strewn all over the floor, your bowl of knick-knacks over turned in the middle, and two of your sofa cushions dumped onto the floor.

Most baffling of all are the people in the room. You know them. Of course you do. Who else would it be. Joel Miller is stood - or rather, he's being propped up - in your living room, gripping onto his brother as he desperately tries to keep his legs beneath him.

"Tommy? Joel? What the fuck are you two doing here?"

Joel, who by now has caught the sound of your voice, has stopped trying to keep himself upright, and is instead staring dozily at you, a lopsided smile spreading across his face. Tommy, meanwhile, is now taking almost the full weight of his older brother, and suffering for it, barely keeping his own legs from buckling as grunts and groans.

"I dropped him home but he - shit man you're heavy, stop it - he kept wanderin' this way. Kept askin' about a goodnight kiss. Told him I'd give 'im one but -"

"Hi," Joel cuts in suddenly, slurring around the simple greeting as he moves toward you despite Tommy's protests.

"Joel," you say in warning, as the broad man stumbles toward you on drunken feet.

In response, he raises a single finger, clearly much slower than he intended to, and the smile on his face spreads even wider.

"No."

"No? What? Joel, look I think you sho-"

"Birthday Joel. 'm Birthday Joel," he grins, and you can't help but supress a laugh. This is maybe his most lackluster costume yet. He has a crumpled party hat on and the same clothes you saw him leave in earlier this evening, and it makes you wonder how long he's been keeping that one in tonight - whether he told his friends the same thing down at the bar, or if he'd been holding it back just to tell you. By the proud look on his face, and Tommy's confusion, you suspect the latter.

"Hey there, Birthday Joel," you say with a soft smile. "Now, what're you doing over here and not at your own place? It's late, Joel. I said I'd see you in a couple of days -"

"Birthday Joel deserves a birthday kiss."

You raise your eyebrow at him, stopping his stumbled wobble in its tracks. "Deserves?"

"Wants. I jus' - I jus' wanted to kiss you," he breathes, looking down at your mouth with another smile so soft your breath leaves you in a quiver as you try not to embarrass yourself by letting loose the bubble of affection sitting in your belly.

Naturally, you'd given Birthday Joel plenty of kisses earlier today - a day that technically wasn't even his birthday yet - before Tommy came to pick him up. You'd given him so many kisses he was almost late out the door to his own birthday drinks. Tommy had rolled his eyes then just as he is now, slapping his brother on the back and steadying him all in one move.

"Told you, man," Tommy says. "She wouldn't 'ppreciate bein' woken up just to kiss your ugly ass."

Tommy winks at you, and tries to manouvere Joel toward the door, but Joel, somehow speedy despite his drunkenness, manages to round back to you, arms spread and ready to envelope you in a hug before he stops himself and instead delicately grabs your hands.

"Jus'... Jus' missed you," he hiccups. "Missed - missed my girls."

"Okay, Prince Charmin', I'm tired, you're drunk, we all gotta sleep, let's go."

"Tommy?" you say, letting Joel's thumbs caress the back of your hands as he holds them, refusing to let go even as Tommy tries, and fails, to tug him toward the door once more. "I can drop him home, if you wanna get goin'?"

For a second, it looks like Tommy's ready to object, determined to get his brother back home and in bed, just like he promised. But then he looks at his brother, and the lovesick look on his face, and decides to leave well enough alone.

"I'll see you at dinner tomorrow," he says to Joel. "Sarah's bein' dropped off at-"

"At ten, I know," he slurs. "Miss her. Missed you. My girls."

After a minute of prising your hands out of Joel's, you see Tommy out, walking with him to your door. The spare house key you'd entrusted to Joel months ago is deposited safely into your hand, before he wishes you luck with the birthday boy, and jogs the short distance through the darkness to his truck and zips away into the night. Joel, who you'd left unattended for all of two minutes, has already taken it upon himself to flop down onto your couch, and is fighting a losing battle with his drooping head as you approach.

"C'mere," he mumbles with a wobble to his head, hands making a reach for you.

"You're still after that kiss, huh?"

"Uh-huh," he says, grinning again as you hinge, bringing your face close to his.

His eyes flutter closed before you even close the distance, pressing soft kisses to the corners of his smiling mouth, before pressing a softer, lingering kiss to his lips.

"That good enough for you, Birthday Joel?" you whisper.

"Mm. S'good. Missed you."

"You've said that already."

"S'true."

"I'm gonna get you some water, sober you up a bit before I get you home."

Joel is asleep on his side, legs pulled up onto the couch, when you come back with water. You doubted you'd get him home tonight, with the state he's in, but you were at least hoping to get him upstairs and into bed, where he could better sleep off whatever demons were coming for him in the morning. As he starts to snore, face pressed into the couch cushion, you're suddenly very grateful that he won't make it up the stairs.

You tidy up the small tornado of mess that's torn through your living room. Mail is picked up and put where you should've left it in the first place, the bowl is righted and its contents replaced, the cushions are shoved back on the couch. Assessing the man himself, you soon realise there's no way you're getting him comfortable without waking him, so you prod his side, waiting until he wakes before whispering gently to him.

"Joel? Let me get this shit off you," you say, tugging at his shoes.

For all his drunkenness, he does try to help. He fumbles with his belt buckle, getting it halfway undone before his frustrated grunts turn to curses, and your hands replace his. In no time his belt is off, and he's kicking off his pants, reaching for you and dragging you to sit beside him again.

"Joel, you're drunk, we're not playing -"

"Jus' a kiss," he asks, tapping his cheek with a smile that crinkles his eyes.

It's impossible not to give in, or smile too as you press your lips to his cheek and he hums softly, already letting sleep claw back at him.

"'Nother one," he says, as his eyes droop.

"You're drunk, Joel. You should sleep."

"Not Drunk Joel - Birthday Joel," he mumbles, with a sleepy smile as you pull off his crumpled birthday hat and toss it aside.

"Then get some sleep, Birthday Joel."

You stand, your weight shifting off the couch and jostling Joel, his head already so heavy with sleep it wobbles to the side. His hand still finds yours though - pulling you to a stop as you try to creep back upstairs.

"Come to dinner? Tomorrow? Come meet Sarah," he asks, brave with sleep. "Want - both m'girls there."

He'd hesitated asking you all week. You could tell by the way he stumbled over the words each time he explained his birthday plans - bar with the boys the night before, dinner and a movie with Sarah and Tommy on the big day. The lengthy pauses had been filled with an invitation he could never quite get out, and you didn't want to fill in the blanks yourself.

He's dozing, already mostly asleep, by the time you can even answer him. So, instead you stroke softly at his hair, watching as his whole body suddenly gives in to sleep, giving him a final kiss on his cheek, and whispering in his ear;

"Ask me again in the morning, Birthday Joel. Ask me then, and I'll say yes."

In the morning, when you're both sipping coffee and Joel is nursing a hangover the likes of which he's never seen, you don't expect him to keep to words he was too tired to hear. But, he does, not meeting your eye as the words he was never brave enough to say until last night come spilling out once more.

And, just like you said you would, you say yes.

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[aka-indulgence]

tmw your kids tattle abt your crush

[skittyplush]

Jesslyn is having a girls night when jessean is out :3

[deathdetermineslife]

familial selfship ask game !

familial selfship ask game ! remember to practice reblog karma and send a few emojis to who you reblog this from! (not me tho i have no familial selfships)

🐧 - if you had to describe your familial other using three words, what three words would you pick? 🦭 - do you argue about anything silly? if so, what? 🦈 - what kind of relationship do you have with your familial other? at you attached at the hip or do you like to annoy each other? 🐬 - what sorts of things do you like to do together? 🐋 - if you and your familial other got to go on a vacation anywhere (real or fictional) where would you go? what would you guys do? 🐳 - do you have nay inside jokes/silly things you say to each other? what? 🐟 - who gets the "good" controller when you play games together? 🐠 - what sorts of things do you associate your familial other with? what do they associate you with? 🐡 - how does your familial other like to celebrate your birthday/other holidays with you? 🦐 - has your familial other given you any gifts? what all have they given you? do you give them anything? 🦞 - do you "take "borrow" any of your familial others things? what? 🦀 - does your familial other have any nicknames for you? do you have any nicknames for them? 🦑 - if y'all played mario kart together, which characters would you play as? 🐙 - do you play any pranks on each other? what do you do? 🪼 - do you look up to your familial other? in what ways. if you do not, do they look up to you? 🦪 - who cooks more? whats your familial others favorite food? whats your favorite meal they make for you and/or you make for them? 🪸 - free space ! gush about your familial other. whatever you'd like!

[sparklings-husband]

f/o who. uhhhhhh. f/o who loves you and cares about you and <3