#tf is wrong with yall?

[tangents-within-tangents]

What is with this fandom being willing to find (and make) every reason under the sun to absolve Fox of literally shooting Fives dead but still insisting on blaming Saw for Tech's death?!?

[sir-heichou-smith]

Johnny thinks you and Ghost only want him for the sex.

He won't tell either of you he's ass over elbows for both his lieutenant and his girlfriend because he doesn't want to make a fool of himself.

No, he can't tell you because he's the idiot who fell in love with the two people he couldn't even dream of having.

No one else has ever made him feel so cared for or special before you two though, and it confuses the hell out of him to the point where he can't help but think he has to leave after every session.

He doesn't want to overstay his welcome, meanwhile you and ghost think he doesn't want to be with you and only wants the sex, which is fine (you'd really prefer that he stayed for aftercare since it is real important to you, you know how Simon could get and it's not easy coming back up on your own from how far he puts you under) but you know something is wrong when he stumbles out of bed and limps to the door after throwing his pants on, mumbling something about having to get going for some thing or another.

One night Simon and Johnny stumble through the door after a few drinks, their hands wandering and teeth clinking out of desperation while you trail after with a hand on each of them.

Clothes are thrown and kisses are traded all the way to the bedroom. You hear Simon utter praises in the Scot's ear, "such a good boy f'me Johnny. Gonna show the mrs how well you can take it for me? Let's give 'er a show."

He shudders in the larger man's embrace, and you think you see something flicker in those baby blues as he kneels to undo Simon's zipper with his teeth.

But you're tipsy like they are and you can only focus on it so much until Simon pulls you in and groans into your mouth, one of his big hands on the back of your head and the other tangled in the mowhawk bobbing up and down on his cock.

That morning you wake up quietly, before either men, and you take the moment to enjoy having both of them in your bed.

Johnny wakes up quiet too, thinking himself a goddamn idiot for giving in to staying the night when he tried so hard not to.

He does his best to untangle his limbs from Simon's meaty arms and your thick, supple thighs. It's so warm and comfortable and everything he's ever wanted and he doesn't ever want to go, but he has to. It doesn't belong to him, you're not his and neither is Simon and he's just in the way.

God he's so fucking stupid for this, all he's doing is making himself hurt more than what he has to. He just can't take what he's given and accept that he'll never have what his heart truly, unrightfully wants.

While you think nothing of it as he slithers down the bed, (assuming he needs the bathroom and he'll come right back into your embrace) Johnny is pulling on his clothes from the night before as quickly and quietly as he can, tears building up under his lash line and threatening to spill over his cheeks. His breaths come in short staccato so he holds it until he can't, breathing out slowly through his nose and in through his mouth.

He needs to leave, can't be here any longer because he's already overstayed his welcome.

Hes not supposed to feel this way, he's just a toy for you and Simon to enhance your guys' relationship. Your beautiful, loving relationship that he's stupid for wanting to get in the middle of because he'd never expect either of you to return his feelings.

He thinks he's in the clear when he looks back and notices Simon's heavy chest still breathing evenly, taking one last glance at his magnificence before turning around for good because he can't put himself through this anymore, he's not enough and he just needs to accept that now before he can never recover from the heartbreak.

"Johnny?" He's hears your low voice come from the cocoon of warmth he craves with ever fiber of his being. Your precious face looks confused and, dare he say it, a little hurt. "Where are you going?"

His heart shatters. "I-I... I'm heading out now. I didnae mean to stay so long. Sorry 'bout that, bon. Nothin' to wake the big guy over."

Before he gets his shirt on he hears you shift. "Johnny wait-"

"No. No, I cannae do this anymore okay?" His chest heaves with what feels like the weight of the world, and the tears start to fall.

"I know my place, and I keep forgetting it when you hold me so close and tell me I'm your good boy. When you kiss me and it feels like nothin else matters anymore. I never wanted to come between you and Si but I overstayed my welcome now and I need to leave so that I can-"

"What are you on about?" Simon blinks his eyes and rolls onto his back, a thick arm behind his head and the other stretched out across the empty space where Johnny just was.

Blue eyes shut and his pretty face scrunches up in pain, but he turns around before he thinks either of you can see. His shirt is hastily pulled over his head and he trips over himself pulling on a shoe from the night before.

He doesn't get to leave after throwing on the second one. A big paw of a hand circles his bicep almost completely.

"Don't think you're goin anywhere now, mate. What's this about?" Tired honey eyes look up in confusion and concern, their owner now sitting up and the thick comforter slides down to meet his naked hips. Baby blues can't help but trace the movement.

Your feet touch the cold floor as you get out of bed and circle around to the Scot. "Johnny when did we ever say we don't want you too?"

His head whips up in confusion and he looks between the two of you. "But.. But you-"

"Baby, take those clothes off and get back in bed." Simon pulls lightly on the arm in his grasp and Johnny can't help but follow.

"From now on it's non-negotiable, you stay here with us and get your aftercare in before you even think of leaving. Not that we ever wanted you to."

Big hands pull at the hem of his shirt and it goes without thinking. You stand behind him and wrap your arms around his naked torso to unfasten his jeans.

"Such a pretty boy, Johnny. You're our pretty boy and we want you just as much. Please dont leave us again." Your words bring tears to his eyes again, these ones accompanied by a bright perfect smile and a small huff of disbelief.

The three of you fall back into bed, smothering Johnny in all the kisses and words of love he never even fathomed could be true.

Limbs and tongues tangled alike, and the morning was spent mostly in bed, the Scot wedged tightly between you and Simon. As if he'd still possibly think of leaving now.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

For the first eight years of his life Curly genuinely thought his middle name was 'fuckin' cause the only time any of them said his full name was to holler CURLY FUCKIN SHEPARD. n usually by then he was in deep shit n not in a place to be askin hard hittin questions like who the hell had picked that one out.

[local-twat]

for fucks sake, STOP TRYNA FIND THE VAs

IF YOU RECOGNIZE THEM IN SOME OTHER STUFF BESIDES LADS THATS NICE BUT HOW MANY TIMES WE GOTTA TELL YOU LEAVE EM ALONE

[sparkp18]

HEELLOOOOOO I am here to offer a sketch dump of random low quality stuff from the past few weeks in these trying times!! (I will get to draw the sillies again so soon!! And then I will be UNSTOPPABLE) ((Art rambles under da cut))

From right to left we have: doodle I’m never gonna finish, bishoujo Skyfire concept, screamers you can’t tell are screamers + Skywarp, scrapped concept for Magic Girl AU Megs (I went in a different direction with it but that’s where we started), Magic Girl AU Star doodle, no reasoning just wanted to draw Skywarp as a fairy, Sunstorm (MY BABYYY), and my neglected beloved OCs who mean the world to me dealing with my new hyperfixation

I really just can Not get a grip on drawing mechs huh!! I’m gonna keep trying but damn!!! How do y’all be doing this LMAO

I can’t wait to get back to making TF content soon though :) life just got sooo busy but I’ll get back into the groove of drawing soon o7

[avocado62524]

[thetorturedpoetsdepartment]

How I sleep at night knowing I plan to write haydove AND hayffie longfics while everyone is fighting about it and bashing each other: 😴😴😴

[ulteri0rm0tives]

....and if I said I wanted Johnny and Kerry in the messiest divorce arc since Paul McCartney and John Lennon.. what then...

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...

[raythecreator21]

STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP. IF YOU CANT DRAW MINORS WITHOUT IT BEING NSFW THEN JUST DONT DRAW IN THE FIRST PLACE. FUCKING CREEPS.

[kityrot]

I want him to be the final girl in a psychological/slasher horror movie. but like a really really shit one

shhh dont look too closely qt this. noone can tell i only do sketches

[2kinkycubangemini]

I don't care how long I'm mutuals with someone for, if you send me unsolicited lewds even, one or two times, you're blocked ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[nightmare-foundation]

This is going to be a somewhat random ranty vent post that honestly I need to get off my chest

Recently, I've been HATING the theory section of the fnaf fandom.

Something I've noticed is that people really, REALLY hate when you suggest something new, or suggest a different angle to see the series from, especially about the recent games. And this issue isn't new at all, afaik it's been a thing for at least a year, if not longer.

I've seen many times where people get straight up attacked for their theories (i.e. matpat, fuhnaff), and I've actually experienced being full on laughed out of conversations for suggesting something that MAKES SENSE. Several times, actually.

And this is like... a huge issue in the fnaf fandom. And a surprising one too! This is the fandom that, at one point, FULLY believed purple guy was golden freddy, or that SL was an adult club with sex robots before it came out. At one point, Scott couldn't hide ANYTHING from the fandom! People got things right every single time, and every theory was considered and respected, even crazy ones! And I was THERE to see this happen!

But now you suggest that a few characters might parallel each other, a very common literary trope, and you get DOGPILED.

Literally everyone debates over everything and can't agree on a single thing. Is glitchtrap William or the Mimic? Are the kids robots or not? Is burntrap the mimic or not? Who the hell is the hw2 protagonist??

And then you dare suggest something out of the norm, like for example, glitchtrap is neither William OR the mimic- and you get yelled at and laughed out of the conversation, regardless of how much sense your theory makes.

Like, what the hell?? Making crazy theories is what helped the fandom make sense of the original games! Now everyone's too scared to bring up things that MIGHT be a little silly, in fear of it becoming miketrap 2.0 (despite the theory MAKING SENSE at the time).

Like... christ, people. Let people theorize and actually respect other people's theories. There's many theories that I don't agree with, i.e. Mikevictim, yet I don't make them the laughing stock of the fandom.

Be respectful people. Quit being assholes. It's really not that hard.

[princsstwilightsparkl]

saying "if aroace people can date, then can lesbians date men?" is absolutely aphobic narrative btw!

[evanwevand]

Put Clef in a blender

I know your identity too

Reality Blender....

[aran-morinorea]

end of chapter twoooo i remembered i wanted maeglin to start thee/thouing glorfindel in the dark room for maximum creep factor so pretend i've been doing that since we got here

Maeglin stands. He pats Laurefindelë on the head and steps away, ignoring Laurefindelë’s bewildered sputtering. He shuts the window, and picks up the half-empty tray of food, and puts the light on it - “Wait!” Laurefindelë cries, and Maeglin stops with his hand on the doorknob.

Then he can’t figure out what to ask for. Maeglin raises an eyebrow, lit from below like a tale-teller behind a campfire. “Could - couldn’t I come with you?” Laurefindelë tries.

Maeglin smiles in response, and quite softly says, “No,” just as Laurefindelë expected him to. It still hurts. “It’s going to be delicate work. But…” He gestures to the dresser, where - where he’s left a plate of more food. “Thou shouldst eat more than thou hast been. I really will be back soon. Two days, probably. Four if something absolutely ridiculous happens. Thou wilt be perfectly fine.”

And then he leaves. After it closes, the rays of light outlining the door fade, one by one, until Laurefindelë is once again alone in the dark.