#hate language

[soukokuforthesoul]

dazai’s texts to chuuya are a lot of very random things like telling him to get something for him, blurry pictures of himself, complaints about work, complaints about life in general, and chuuya rarely actually responds because why should he (though he does read the texts, and dazai sees and knows and thrives in the attention),,

but when chuuya’s drunk, chuuya’s the one sending nonsensical texts that are occasionally asking for his location, fifty texts under half a minute about how he hates dazai (or that dazai should die), etc.—

and then, dazai’s favorite, not that he’d admit it: sometimes chuuya sends pictures of himself, and not the stupid, low-effort, blurry ones dazai sends; okay, they’re usually blurry, but, like, high-quality blurry because his phone camera is perfect. ugh. oh, and they’re probably low-effort too, but— but not really. since somehow they’re always so pretty. of course, chuuya always immensely regrets sending them once he’s sober again, always threatens dazai to delete it from his side or whatever, threatens to take his phone, but dazai can’t, really, because chuuya’s beautiful and he hates it so much, hates it enough so that he’s printing the pictures out and keeping them in a folder full of chuuya dating back from when they were, maybe, sixteen or so, one of the few things he’d taken with him from the mafia, and he keeps them safely tucked away PURELYFORBLACKMAILPURPOSES he doesn’t actually look at them, he just—

okay maybe he does, but that’s beside the point. the point is that chuuya is also stupid and also sends stupid texts and pictures and dazai doesn’t respond to be petty (…but he does read them), and chuuya can’t call dazai a dumbass for his own texts (which are sent when he’s completely sober) when chuuya also sends stupid texts (when he’s really drunk)

… yeah

[zoebelladona]

your cry of "they're totally gay!!!" is valid and i support you. what i will not tolerate is you implying the actions they took could only be motivated by romantic attraction instead of a deep bond of friendship

[baker-chan-senpai]

dumb doodles

merry christmas, people

[thebreadmantm]

Georgie my beloved ✨

(Plus the admiral)

[wentian]

PGR x DMC5: ↪ Dante & Vergil in Lamento Di Phantasma ❤️💙

[the-muppet-joker]

Since when have you had 6 toes

I have been chased around my home by a haunted doll for several hours and you're worried about my toes??? The lack of concern for my wellbeing just shows the typical tumblr lack of empathy and love for thy fellow neighbor. Blocked

[schemelin]

More of my Lone Wanderer!

[sp0o0kylights]

Grass is green, water is wet, and Jonathan Byers does not like Steve Harrington.

These are known facts in the universe.

Computers were going to take over the world, a “mobile” phone was being invented, and Steve Harrington had lost most of his hearing.

These were unknown facts--rumors even, if you will. Eddie had never seen even a grain of truth to support any of them. 

(Well, maybe the computer thing, but only because Grant and Dustin both had made a couple of convincing arguments.) 

So he doesn’t think about it, when his freshman gang up on him. 

Doesn’t even factor the “can’t hear well” thing in, when he was tasked (demanded, whined, bitched and moaned at) with helping them explain to Steve why going to the release party of the new D&D box set, located at a hobby store only a mere 2 hour drive away, was important.

Eddie’s not even sure how the little shits got him to agree to do it until he’s standing in the parking lot in front of the former King himself. 

“The store’s leading up to the release with a handful of one-shots.” He’s explaining, unsure whether to pull out the bored act or play up his court jester persona, and thus mixing and matching on the fly. 

He does not care if Harrington doesn’t know what a one-shot is. 

“They’re releasing the set at midnight. You have to be there to get it though, you can’t have someone else pick it up for you because they only got a certain amount in.” 

Harrington’s frowning (no surprise) but it’s not until Eddie is well into his spiel about how his van is already full with the elder members of Hellfire, and thus has no room for the freshmen, that he realizes Steve isn’t quite looking at him. 

Is in fact, looking over his shoulder.

Eddie stops. Follows Harrington’s gaze.

Parked across from Steve’s Beemer, is Jonathan Byer’s barely working clunker car. 

A handful of steps in front of it, and thus nearly right behind Eddie, is the man himself.

His hands are still moving, mouth shaping words silent as he goes, his gaze locked not on Eddie or the kids--but on Steve. 

Who turns back around as Harrington’s eyes slide right back to him. 

“And this is taking place next Friday?” He says, in that sort of annoyed but resigned way parents aim at their children. “After school?” 

“I’d like to go during  school, but the freshmen insist you wouldn’t let them ditch out.” Eddie tells him. “They had two separate arguments about it.” 

Loud ones, that had interrupted the game and given Eddie a migraine. 

Once again Steve’s eyes slide away from him, to Jonathan. 

“They’re not skipping school.” He says suddenly, a glare forming and Jonathan makes an annoyed noise. 

“They argued about skipping, they’re not going to.” He says aloud, and finally steps up so that he’s next to Eddie instead of behind him. 

“Munson slow down, I can’t sign as fast as you’re talking.” He adds, in the hang-dog grumble he’s notorious for. 

Eddie stares at him. 

“Can he seriously not hear me?” 

“No.” Steve and Jonathan answer together. 

“I can kind of still hear,” Steve adds, gaze returning to Eddie’s face. “But its more loud music or noises. I can lip read, but you’re also talking too fast for that.” 

Without pausing, he turns back to Jonathan and says; “Why can’t you take them?”

“It’s Friday.” Byers deadpans. 

Eddie’s not an expert on sign language, but his hands somehow looked deadpan too. 

He’s not sure how Jonathan did that. 

“So?” Steve snarks back. 

What follows is an argument that Eddie is not, at all involved in, mostly because he’s too busy handling the fact that Jonathan Byers has learned sign language, for Steve Harrington, apparently, and given the tone the argument is taking they still don’t even like each other.  

Eventually the argument ends, Steve throwing his hands in the air and demanding that Jonathan owes him. 

(Eventually Eddie will corner the ever so quiet Will Byers and ask why the hell his brother learned sign language for someone he clearly fucking hates.

“Oh they don’t hate each other.” Baby Byers would say, in that shy, quiet way of his. “I think they’re actually friends now?” 

“You think?”

“Well--you’ve seen them.” Will shrugs. “I think being mean to each other is kinda their thing.” 

‘What the hell.’ Eddie would think, right up until he stumbled across one of the kids sign language books. 

Byers the Elder, he decides, isn’t the only person who should learn sign language to chew out Harrington properly.

The pay off is immediate. 

Or at least, the pay off of watching Steve’s shocked face the first time Eddie signs something vulgar at him is, anyway.)

[tubbytarchia]

Me when I gaze at my homie longingly but I have to punch him away because I'm not gay

[thesevenstarfoxes]

Sometimes I see a post written by a Jew, emphasizing that they're Jewish, on some leftist topic, look at the notes, and think, God, they really only care about us when we're useful to them and agree with them. And then my day is ruined and I can't forget that a post about swastikas drawn on pictures of dead Jewish babies gets 100 notes in total and they're all from Jews, but a post about Elon Musk being a Nazi gets tens of thousands of notes. Do you really think we're that naive? Do you really think we don't notice this hypocrisy? Do you really think you're better than your ancestors, who only loved Jews when they were playing nice and let them slaughter them without saying a word? For me to believe you're a good person, you have to be anti-homophobic, anti-transphobic, anti-racist, anti-misogyny, anti-abuse, and anti-antisemitism. You can't be five of those and completely forget the sixth.

[keiitopop]

gal i designed! marbled polecat with a bit of a twee vibe?

i don't feel connected to them at all, i'll probably end up selling them later, don't expect more of them haha ^^;

[cozymochi]

Sir Nyoka can I mayhaps touch u your tail?

(meanwhile)

[theotherbuckley]

incorrect tweets pt 17/?

[des-vanecido]

Ojalá amor, ojalá

[sharlinefreire]

ok, there's a famous meme in brazil about house md and i don't know if there is an english version for this meme, so i'll try to translate as best i can:

every episode of house md is like

> the patient arrives the hospital.

> the patient is a prostitute or a religious fanatic.

> dr. house attends the patient. she's very sick.

“dr. house, we don't know what to do!! she's bleeding from her eyes!!”

“do the exams, you idiot”

> dr. house will talk with the patient.

“you're stupid. fuck you.”

“dr. house, i hate youuu!! please heal meeee!!”

> cameron, chase and foreman come back to the room.

“dr. house, all the exams were negative. she's gonna die in 2 hours if we do nothing!! will be game over for her.”

“hmmm... game over... oh, there's a gameboy in her ass, that's the problem!”

“dr. house, you're an idiot, but we will check if there really is a gameboy in her ass.”

> they found the gameboy in her ass.

“oh my god, dr. house!! you were right. how did you know that?”

“the gameboys pikachu edition released in 1997 had an iodine-based battery, which if inserted in the butt makes your eyes bleed”

> the patient, cured, enters in the room.

“i was wrong about you, dr. house”

“fuck you, you're a whore! life is pain!!”

> dr. house go to lunch and flirt with dr. wilson <3

> the end.

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

Danny Fenton, aka Phantom, has been given a new task!

In short, literally no one in the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms wants their mostly peaceful afterlife to be rocked by a certain Gotham rogue named Joker. Which, when he dies, is almost sure to happen because of whatever the hell was in that vat he dropped in included ectoplasm. So, yay, he’s also a little ghostly too, meaning he *is* pretty hard to kill. Unfortunately, there’s also a certain vigilante that is quite keen to murder him in recent years.

So now Danny has to keep the mass murderer trauma clown alive for as long as he possibly can while attempting to keep the Joker from. Well. Being the Joker.

Oh, and naturally, Danny got this assignment AFTER Joker got out of Arkham. Again. And entirely blew up the asylum. Time to join the Goonion, he is NOT doing this without getting PAID, thank you.