#CLEARING OUT MY DRAFTS!!!!

[robiinurheart33]

Johnny who can say the words “I love you” but Simon who mouths the words I love you onto Johnny’s skin

Soap who pretends he’s whispering some important confidential information to Ghost but is actually whispering “I love you” into his ear. Ghost who deadpans at him but mouths the words love you into his balaclava, knowing he’ll spot the words.

Soap that gets injured on a mission and Simon helping to clean his wounds the nest few days, replacing bandages and placing ointments, kissing the fresh bandage. In his dingy old bathroom, Simon would drape himself over Johnny, tucking his face into his neck as he giggles and presses a “love you” into his temple.

Simon who wishes one day that he could whisper the words onto every area of his skin, just because. It brought him a comforting feeling to know that Johnny was covered in his love. How his heart wants to climb out of his chest and be one with Johnny forever. He bleeds and his love is tender, it stings to the touch.

But for now, it would have to to. It will have to do. Simon can’t risk what they have, with what so little they have. So he will press his thumb to Johnny’s wrist to feel his pulse, murmur reassurances into an ear, squeeze the back of his nape, and it’ll be worth it. It’s okay. He’s okay.

It’s gonna be okay.

[artbyblastweave]

I remember meeting a guy at a bar a year or so ago who told me he worked at the international consortium that does the porn parodies of all the top-grossing film releases. He said that the whole Barbenheimer situation presented his combine with some spectacular highs and lows. Because he said that with Barbie, right, the thing about Barbie is that there's already kind of a three-way ideatic, structural parallel between the curated artificiality of Barbie as a children's toy, the curated artificiality of Barbie as a mass market film, and the curated artificiality of pornography as a genre. Add on top of that that Barbie as a film is already feeling this tension, right where it's trying to be about a character graduating from the platonic sexlessness of a children's franchise to the functional-and-frank sexuality of being a living human woman, but it's also being bogged down in the "Everyone-is-beautiful-no-one-is-horny" aesthetic restrictions of any contemporary big-budget mass-market film so the two states end up looking pretty similar, he said. I mean the film itself is very aware of that tension, right, with that joke about how "casting Margot Robbie is the wrong move if you want to make that point," all that jazz. So, all that in mind, Barbie-themed pornography, he said, is in a weird way actually kind of complementary to the extant project, gesturing at unaddressed tensions and ideas, a dark mirror, the shadow self it wants to deny but can't, there's a lot of room to play in the space. He used the adjective "Lynchian" a couple of times, he seemed super stoked, he was talking with his hands. Oppenheimer, on the other hand. Oppenheimer he said presented a problem. Because obviously you can eroticize the detonation of an atomic bomb, we're all probably three mutuals removed from someone on this site who does exactly that, but obviously that's a niche market, and moreover it's a market that has a ton of overlap with high-minded thinkers who treat the historical use of atomic weapons against Japan with the level of gravity that atrocity demands. So they were stuck. They were really stuck. He told me that they'd been pulling their hair out for months trying to square the circle and all they had to show for it was a big whiteboard with the phrase "Grope-nheimer" written on it

[frownyalfred]

reactions to Batman coming up to the Watchtower for a JL meeting without his cowl just wearing a domino mask, in order of hilarity:

oh no he’s hot (Clark)

he’s older than I thought he was (Diana)

he’s younger than I thought he was (Hal)

he has hair??? (Barry)

why do I recognize that scar above his left eyebrow? (both Dinah and Ollie, simultaneously)

good lord how is he so hot (still Clark)

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.

[valtsv]

12th century architect: this cathedral is looking so good. it could still use a little something, though. maybe a scary creature or two?

the grotesque gargoyle:

[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

because I’m on a meljayvik kick rn

Viktor has to sleep in the middle of the bed bc both Mel and Jayce run hot. any combo where he is not in the center has whoever is on the end sweating profusely and the person in the middle has one cold side and one warm side. it’s science.

Mel is the coolest and calmest of their heads, yes, but she is most definitely in on their “yes, and?” dynamic to science and magic. She is all for the chaos, she just wants them to wear protective equipment while doing the chaos.

Jayce designed their shower to be double the size of a normal walk-in. Their tub is pretty much a hot tub. Do with this what you will.

Jayce carries both his partners on his shoulders. He also can do many a set of pushups with both of them on his back. They’ve played chess against each other on Jayce’s back, while also asking for advice on chess moves.

Jayce and Mel have a game called “do not leave Viktor alone with Ambessa”. For everyone’s sake, they have been 100% successful. Jayce gets jealous, and the last thing Mel wants her mom to know is that they do share a taste in types of men. Viktor is unaware of this game. Ambessa is curious of the twink her daughter is hiding from her.

Mel is the first person who gets to see all their prototypes in action. She has also been woken up in the middle of the night when one (usually both) have an idea. She is 100% behind this, though she didn’t appreciate the time Viktor and Jayce woke her up for what ended up being a literal lamp re-design. They spent an hour talking about their genius and innovative light, powered by hextech, just for her to flick their bedside lamp on.

Mel has never laughed so much in her life since meeting and getting with them. She attributes these years as the best ones so far. Jayce and Viktor feel the same.

Viktor is just. Always in meetings now. Chilling out. What are you gonna do? Tell the de facto-head of council Jayce he can’t bring in his partner and tell the richest and also most influential member Mel she can’t bring in her other Boyfriend? Good luck.

He actually does not want to be in these meetings. He's there for moral support and the promises of coffee. Also Mel needs him to occasionally hit Jayce's chair with his cane when the other man starts to fall asleep.

He also sneaks notes to her of drawings and she's been mad (not really) ever since he made her snort really loudly due to his caricature of hoskel and salo. It's framed in their office.

[smileyobrien]

season 1 siskoisms

[ladyhawke]

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really... “Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.

STARDUST (2007) dir. Matthew Vaughn

[sisaloofafump]

It was knee day in my drafts apparently

[emziess]

9-1-1 Outfit Appreciation: Buck's LAFD running/workout outfit 9-1-1, S08E01, Buzzkill

[cozylittleartblog]

New Family Speedrun 00:09.12 (World Record Not Clickbait???)

[loveisactivated]

payurain + kissing

[sunofnebulah]

older bf izuku who lets you cut his hair and shave his stubble.

cw- light choking (?)

you walk past the bathroom when you get a glimpse of a shirtless izuku standing at the mirror. his fingers card through his hair, muscles rippling on his scarred body as he inspects it. you knock on the open door and his eyes flick to yours, his hand falling.

“its getting long, no?”

you shake your head and reach up to play with his emerald hair “ i like it like this… but it could use a cut.” he hums softly as your eyes shift to his, locking your gazes for a minute. he stays there for a while before moving to open a drawer, fishing out a pair of shears and handing them to you without a word.

so it becomes a regular occurrence. you become better at time, watching videos to help you along the way. he always sends you money afterwards (way more than a haircut should cost) and you send it back every time… but he always finds a way to make you keep it.

so when his bead hairs grow in longer than he would like, he drags a chair to the bathroom and hands you a straight razor, asking you to shave it for him. obviously you get nervous, saying how you’re scared you’ll cut him and that you’ve never done it before, but he just chuckles and leans back, shutting his eyes.

“m not scared of a little blood, bunny.”

so you stand behind him, tilting his head back. he opens his eyes and looks into yours, watching you think of how to go about it. you’ve shaved your face before with a straight razor to get rid of the peach fuzz, so you’re not completely jumping into unknown territory. so you grab his shaving cream and squirt some out, applying some to his stubble generously. his eyes are still on yours, watching you curiously. as you go to start hesitantly, he reaches up and touches your face, caressing your cheek.

“its okay love, you wont hurt me.”

so you start. going with the grain in long, sure strokes. his eyes never leave your face, watching you as you bite your lip in concentration. its silent but comforting, his heavy gaze easing you rather than making you anxious. you tilt his head to get the angled part of his jaw, unconsciously gripping his throat. you feel his adam’s apple bob as he swallows and shifts in his chair, carefully to not interrupt your actions.

“there you go..” he mutters when he sees you’ve gotten the hang of it, as you wipe the razor on a small towel. you giggle and shush him, back to gripping his throat softly to get the hairs that are sprinkled below his chin. your eyes flick to his and you pause. his eyes hazy and dark, his mouth slightly open.

“you’re liking this a little too much huh?” you say with a small smile on your face as you finish. he simply hums and shifts in his seat again, sitting up. surprisingly, you didn’t knick his face. he looks over and the mirror and rubs at his newly shaven face, nodding in approval. he stands and cages you against the counter, still staring into your eyes. you falter because what the hell has gotten into him? you let him take your hand and guide it upwards, you cock your brow not knowing where this is going. he places your hand on his throat again and tilts his head.

“you better not stop doin that once you’ve started.”

you stutter and pause. you did that unconsciously. not on purpose. and he liked it.

so that becomes a habit too. in and out the bedroom.

[frownyalfred]

Bruce, to Stephanie during training: you can't wear your hair down during a fight, it's going to be used against you. it's unsafe.

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Stephanie, to Tim 20 min later in the Sally's Beauty Supply: so I want the longest blond extensions they have, and I want you to braid them into my hair as this kind of handhold thingie? and then you can grab it and launch me across the room during a fight so I have extra momentum, and --

Tim: this sounds perfectly reasonable and like it’ll piss off Bruce so I’m in

[sandushengshou]

[nortism]

Imagine you invite your roommate to hang out with you and your lefty anarchist friends and everyone’s having a great time until roommate starts talking how cool Bill Clinton was and how awesome the American military industrial complex is and how great it is that the American military is present in every country and now you’re the guy who brought the neoliberal to the anarchist meeting and also this guy has never once paid you rent.

Similar thing happened to my good pal Courfeyrac Les Misérables