#like in the contract

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

sorry I just had the realization that Rex lapis would have taken the gnosis with him as he sank into the sea, and I’m just imagining the fatui going “ah shit” as they fish around for it lol

thinking further on it, the qixing probably won’t let them, or anyone, into the area, gotta have Childe pull some shit

honestly though that might accidentally make childe the only harbinger fit for the job. like imagine going from literally the scapegoat fool to 'oh yeah i got the gnosis' 'you what' 'yeah you know. it sank. into the water. which i can control. was pretty easy to find and snatch during the investigations lmao'

signora and the tsaritsa would share the most awkward 'now what' side eye ever because they can't just tell him 'you werent actually supposed to do that' to his face hahah

[morganbritton132]

No one tells you when you get a Big Serious Job™ how many fucking abbreviations you’ll be forced to learn.

[thelaurenshippen]

watching bridgerton and obviously there were a lot of things wrong with the way socializing has worked in the past, but honestly the idea of a "calling hour" is so appealing. office hours for friendship. you can show up unannounced at my home between 1 and 3pm. you must leave by 3pm. I may give you a pastry. lets bring that back

[marzipanandminutiae]

"most allegedly haunted houses turn out to have gas leaks!"

no they don't. you are merely skimming the surface of mundane shit that can be wrong with old houses with your one puny little explanation that only fits a very small number of cases. try harder

[anbaisai]

Couldn't unsee Aira's hair as literally pink Azul hair so I had to make this once episode 10 of Dandadan dropped

[killjoystrashcan]

“PLOT TWIST“

[demi-pixellated]

It's her time 🌟💫

[otp-more-like-killmeplease]

[dipperscavern]

In totally gonna press the issue-Remmick sucking blood off ur knee after u fall (cause he scared the shit out of u at night) and he's looking up at u from between ur legs

I DONT WANT TO TAKK ABOUT IT LALALALA I CANT HEAR YOU okay i’ll speak.

remmick is still adjusting to being around you. it’s ironic, really, being inhuman for so long you forget what it’s like.

rem, i can’t hear your footsteps (..) you’re quiet when you move

he’d just about scared the daylights out of you — being so focused on the thrum of your pulse he forgot to heavy his footsteps for you. he’s so damn used to being unseen it’s taken nights like these to remind him to occupy a space.

so now you find yourself here, sat on the edge of the bed with remmick between your legs. caressing your calf with a touch that’s sickly sweet, especially coming from a soul that’s so rotten. “Sit down,” he had said. “Let me clean y’up,” he asked.

and just like you said come in all those nights ago, you said okay, rem. he likes when you call him that. if you had fangs of your own, you’d know by the jump of his blood. know by that link.

but not yet, remmick tells himself. eternity wasn’t a choice for him, so it will be a choice for you. it’s better if you choose it, make it taste sweeter when the time comes.

the time isn’t here now, though, so he’s on his knees. steadying your bleeding leg with the very hands that have taken lives —turned them everliving, too.

he kisses his way up to your wound, finding the stray drips of blood on his way, greedy in the way his tongue darts out to lap it up. you resist the urge to squirm. he’d probably like it.

it stings only for a second when his mouth lands on the source of that astray crimson, and you can feel the phantom of the fangs you know he’s using willpower to keep at bay.

it’s hardest when blood is involved, that animalistic part of his brain fighting to be forefront of his actions. but remmick has lived with such a dark passenger for centuries, and waves it back with the very hand his claws dare to poke out of.

it isn’t a lot of blood, only the smallest of offerings — but an offering nonetheless. another presentation of trust, another night of seeing the dark and choosing to let it cradle you.

and it does. he licks and cleans and his breaths are shaky while he does it, but he never falters, even with the effort it clearly takes to pull himself back from you. from your offering.

when he does, he presses a kiss to your knee. you twitch when he does, the area still sensitive.

“Poor darlin’,” he coos, and his hand smoothes over your thigh, causing your skirt to bunch. “Care to let me make it up to you?”

[emacrow]

John is salty as fuck.

How the fuck Red Robin got a Favor Ticket from the infinite realm?!?

He has been spending a 4 year and 8 months trying to figure the right ritual to summon that bastard right. All he gets is a dog sized looking green blob ball thing looking thing that take one look at him, say oooo and disappears on him, and yet the coffee obsessed robin figured it out in one shot to save batman?!?

Fuck this! He ignoring batman asking questions about the infinite realm, he need hardcover 99% alcohol liquor right the fuck now.

He sticks his middle finger as he leaves through the portal, closing it on his way out as he plop onto his bed in the house of mysteries, groaning out his frustration.

If John was paying attention, he wouldn't notice several dozen blob ghosts laying on his back, silently oooing on his slowly developing core.

Meanwhile

In crime city, Jason had given trying to removed this greenish lazarus pit cat sized goop off him for the last 6 hours. None of the robin seem to see it beside Cass, but the rage seem to be sipping away.

Part 2 here <-

[katescribblesabit]

since there is an anti fairy for every fairy, that would mean that they have the same relationships as their fairy counterpart.

one of my favorite headcanons of anti fairies is that they fall in love for the opposite reasons than their fairy counterpart.

[v1ngette]

mfs will hear synth, autotune and a rap breakdown in a tøp song and be like “this doesn’t sound like twenty one pilots at all…” as if those aren’t literally the core components of self-titled, rab, and vessel.

[sugarflow]

hop on lethal company 2 babygirl

[theminecraftbee]

for no reason in particular, i am once again saying that even if the work you're doing is with a content creator you love and on a project you're all passionate about and you trust everyone involved and they would never, say, ghost everyone involved for months leaving you in legal limbo in regards to the ip you've spent the past three years of your life on while everyone is clamoring for a statement or any guidance at all from you...

you should write a fucking contract.

and if someone tells you "we don't need contracts it'll be better that way", run the other direction.

you know. for no reason in particular.

[kerink]

one thing that's always really stuck with me about this is... yes some galaxies have star clusters in their center but... some have a black hole in their center. ford you're fucking cooked either way.

pre-betrayal your life revolved around your love for him, post-betrayal your life revolved around your hate for him. who are you without a life dedicated to him? what does a galaxy do when it has nothing to orbit?

the "I'M STILL ON YOUR MIND" part from thisisnotawebsite has always been haunting to me for this reason, it makes this stuck point palpable. ford leaned over the side of the boat, staring at the water, stan chattering in the background but we can barely make out what he's saying, presumably because ford isn't really listening, too in his own head with thoughts of bill. and since the hidden code gives us more insight into bill's childhood, he's presumably thinking about him in a positive or melancholy way, rather than a hateful one.

even when ford is free, even when ford has everything he's ever wanted, even when ford has won, he's still lost.

[pencildragons]

commander 'roundhouse kicks battledroids for fun' cody vs commander 'frequently bites enemies during fights' fox, FIGHT