#pack up go

[separatist-apologist]

Genuinely, and I mean this kindly, but learning to recognize bait and not engaging with it will change your fandom experience.

[nidbaesenpai]

Dare you say this love could just save you

[spookberry]

I love her stupid little newspaper club outfit, like thats so ugly who let her wear that <3

[shushmal]

Steve watched Eddie's van turn the corner and shut the front door, closing himself away from the outside world so none of his neighbors could see him as he rested his forehead against the painted wood.

"I'm not going to cry," he told himself.

He said it even as his eyes began to burn and his face began to twist, teeth grinding and throat closing. He wiped quickly at his face, again and again, as he stumbled to the couch to sit, drying each tear as it rolled down his cheeks, clinging to his jaw.

"I'm not going to fucking cry," Steve choked, and then doubled over into himself, arms around his thighs, and he began to sob.

So what if he was twenty-two, living in his parent's house alone, working the same dead-end job with a sixteen year old manager. So what if all his friends and family were in college, spread out from New York to Chicago to Los Angeles. So what if his boyfriend was moving to Seattle for his band and they broke up, because Steve was never going to be his parents, resenting and being resented for keeping his partner from his dreams. So what if he was too scared to ask Eddie to stay, to ask Eddie if Steve could go with him. So what if everyone moved on and Steve couldn't?

Steve grew up lonely. He could get used to it again.

He didn't realize how hard he was crying until the front door burst back open and Eddie hurled himself at Steve's feet, long limbed and clumsy and babbling.

"Baby, oh fuck, I'm sorry," he said, already untangling Steve from himself, tying all his loose ends back up together with his until they were a knot of their own. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Stevie. I never should have— I wanted to—"

"I'm sorry," Steve sobbed back. He gasped and swallowed it all back down. Eddie had already gotten them raveled up again, it would take forever to pick it back apart. Steve knew it would hurt worse this time. "Fuck, Ed, you didn't have to— I'll be okay, I don't want to hold you back—"

"Come with me," Eddie burst.

And Steve couldn't help himself, and began to sob again.

"Please," Eddie begged over Steve's crying, his voice shaking and his face wet enough to match Steve's. "Please, sweetheart, honey, please just come with me?"

Steve took a shaky breath, embarrassed and now too full of hope and fear. "You sure?" he whispered. He pressed his face into Eddie's neck, breathing him in again for what might be the last time, again. "Eddie, don't—"

"I'm so sure," Eddie said. "I'm so fucking sure, Steve, please."

"Okay," Steve breathed. Eddie had always been the braver of the two of them, especially when it counted. Steve leaned back so he could look at him, red faced and watery eyes. He tried to give Eddie a smile, but he knew it was wobbly and weak. "Okay."

All of Steve's fears meant nothing as he watched the happiness break like dawn over Eddie's face.

[martenoodles]

I can't believe I forgot to post these but here is my fairy tail art from the past couple of weeks pspspspsps

Also to whoever was the first person to give dragon slayers pointy ears in their art I'd like to personally thank you

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[warmfuzzyanimal]

i was extremely sleep deprived yesterday when i discovered the dragon survival mod which was LIFE CHANGING when you're on three hours of sleep so of course i made a whole custom forest dragon texture in one day about it. and. just for fun, some concept art i made for it:

[paging-possum]

Puts him in my pocket to carry around for moral support

[laboratory-for-peace]

shit always starts as an ironic cursed joke and then you find yourself thinking about villainous themes of deserved comeuppance and mutual destruction and circles of karma and hubris etc and it's like are we still doing this as a joke or have I lost the plot entirely.

Collection of discord screenshots under the cut of me COMPLETELY loosing my shit over being enabled to draw this. I'm so sorry. You can blame Toxic by Britney Spears for this.

[cheaploafs]

i may have snapped

[babyboywilson]

house marches into wilson’s office one day, slaps some money on his desk, and says casually, “$20 says I can kiss you and make you fall in love with me.” wilson looks up from his paperwork and raises his eyebrows, trying to analyze house’s motive for the bet. “and who set you up to this?” wilson asks before going back to his work; deeming it was better to ignore house’s little game for now. house scowls. he doesn’t like when wilson ignores him. time to up the ante. “you did.” and that gets wilson looking up again with a flicker of interest hidden behind an air of nonchalance. but house can read wilson better than that, and he can tell he’s caught wilson’s attention. wilson’s gaze darts over house’s face for a few seconds before his expression morphs into a half-smirk. he snags his wallet and pulls out $20 of his own. “extra $20 says you’re the one falling in love with me after i kiss you.” house grins at the bet being doubled before he moves around the desk. wilson stands up from his chair and they lean in at the same time. the kiss starts out biting; teeth clacking as they both fight for dominance. and then wilson is sliding his tongue over house’s lower lip and into his mouth, and house gives up the fight as his breath catches in his chest and stutters out in a groan into wilson’s mouth. the kiss morphs into something desperate as they both give and take, years of pent up yearning finally catching up to them and being transferred between their mouths. and then it changes again as wilson softens the touches and each kiss lingers slow and tender, leaving house feeling light headed and weak in the knees.

turns out they both lose the bet.

and cuddy wins, because she was the only one who knew with absolute certainty that the two idiots had been in love with each other and pining (moping actually, in her office to be precise) for years.

[blae-kitta]

Sketch page! Margaritabille au by @kerink with Bill making a caesar, Ford in the outfit I'm living in rn, a joke post I've already posted of where Ford loses a bet, and an interaction that been lodged in my frontal lobe for ages and was gonna make a proper comic for and then didn't

[pureseasalt]

seth milchick likes rewarding his subordinates seth milchick wants his subordinates to like him seth milchick enjoys reading faux biblical parables to his subordinates seth milchick gets mad when said subordinates have a juvenile interpretation of the faux biblical parable's themes and morals SETH MILCHICK USES BIG WORDS SETH MILCHICK KNOWS WHAT THE HELL A GRAKAPPAN IS SETH MILCHICK SHOULD BE AT A HIGH SCHOOL SOMEWHERE TEACHING SECONDARY LEVEL LITERATURE

[nacrelysis]

"you were my only weakness." and oh, luka really was. he truly was,

because it's only love that breaks past the barrier of logic and overwhelms all sense of strategy. it's only love, it's always love, that greatest curse and that most basest instinct-

because in that split second, hyuna didn't think. she just did what she always has. she loved luka, and she loves luka, and her final act was an act of love for luka, still, always, forever-

she loved without regret. and so she sacrificed herself for luka without regret. it's so easy to lend your lungs to your love if they're the only reason for you to breathe.

it's that sort of feeling. it looks at you from the corner of the corridor, always unblinking, always there. you just can't help yourself. it's always there. it's like holding your breath underwater, your lungs straining, your chest burning,

and then she breathes her last breath, like a kiss across your lips cursing you to your humanity, that you might feel alive again - just once - and you gasp open your mouth for that first inhale in a long, long time. and you know,

it was always meant to end this way.

[jbtwentytwo]

Jenson Button at 2025 Miami Grand Prix Miami International Autodrome - Miami, Florida - May 4th 2025

📷: Mark Sutton

[drsantosgf]

thinking how crazy it is that for fucking years you were all like "give buck a boyfriend!!! let him kiss men!!!" and then he got a boyfriend and started kissing men and then you all went "no!!!! not like that!!!!" hilarious. classic. rich even.