#Features of React

[hisbucky]

Eddie: Listen up, Tommy. This question is going to be the most important question of our fucking friendship. In fact, if you answer wrongly, I will end this friendship without hesitation. Tommy: Good morning to you too, Eddie. Coffee? Eddie, steals the coffee: Listen closely. Buck in crop tops and booty shorts. Tommy, freezes: *Tommy.exe needs a reboot* Eddie, beams: Exactly. You get it, my man!

[fist-of-vengeance]

last night for my birthday i forced my friends to listen to an hour and a half long powerpoint explaining the entire lost timeline in chronological order. i know lost is a pretty zany show but nothing makes you realize this more than trying to verbally explain time travel and the sideways universe to three people who've never seen it

[redibinch]

Who the fuck is this?

[scullcrusher101xd]

so glad the movie finally confirmed tf2 heavy and tf2 soldier as hatred`s real parents!

[sammy8d257]

begging people to also post their stuff in the main tags so I can reblog it

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PLEASE YOUR ART AND POSTS ARE SO COOL

I can't even like or reblog or save it to go back to because you put it in the community tab to be lost and buried FOREVER

[siribunbun]

Discuss :y

[v41entine]

You can choose to hide your godlike features but characters will still comment on them???

[dailykugisaki]

Day 238 | id in alt

Not her fault she makes nails sound like bullets, Shoko. She's just existing.

[notasapleasure]

Don't get me wrong I'm so looking forward to her journey and her getting revenge, but I guess I do worry about Bix in the battle couple role. I don't want her to just be a proto-Jyn. I want her to have her own strengths and skills and not just those accommodated to suit working with Cassian, if that makes sense? I want to see more of the aspects of who she was before the torture come out in her recovery, not just see her as someone who's been rebuilt into a vengeance machine by trauma. Like yesss girl hit that guy with an agricultural implement, but don't try and make me believe you've been in hand to hand combat training with Saw Guerrera y'know?

[pinofdnp]

it's forever <3

[good-beanswrites]

And a sort of alternate version for the last Fuuta/cry prompt, from a normal au that lives in my brain -- some hurt/comfort with Mappi :')

Mahiru hummed as she stirred. The apartment was filled with the wonderful aroma of her cooking. A door around the corner clicked. Perfect timing, she thought with a smile.

She hadn’t been sure Fuuta would wake up in time for dinner. He’d been out cold ever since she picked him up from his dorm room. Well, he’d probably recount it as kidnapping, since he was in no state to actually agree to come along. But that was the very reason she’d dragged his weak form out of there – no one at the school had noticed that calls stopped going through to him, or that his social media pages all vanished overnight, or that he’d stopped attending classes. When Mahiru finally made her way to his dark, trash-piled room, she discovered him with a 39 degree fever and rambling frantically about death. She needed to take matters into her own hands.

And that’s exactly what she did. Fuuta could hardly keep food down, after his diet of instant meals, energy drinks, and painkillers (if the discarded containers around his room were any clue), so she replaced them with homemade soups and teas. She traded his rumpled bed for her own, which was sweet-scented and well-lit. Mikoto had even helped with a change of pajamas for him. 

Mahiru had taken the liberty of calling Fuuta’s sister to let her know the situation, though it was difficult to find her information without Fuuta’s phone. She couldn’t find it anywhere in his dorm. She’d also given Shidou a call, and he’d stopped by the first day to check in. He said Fuuta should be more coherent by day three, at least.

Mahiru could always count on him for reliable information. Sure enough, soft steps approached from behind. 

“Good to see you, sleepyhead~” She smiled over her shoulder. Though in a better state than when she found him, Fuuta was still a bit of a mess. He looked pale and thin in Mikoto’s clothes, which were already big on him. His eyes were bleary. Strands of bright hair stuck out at all angles. His expression was dull, taking in the cozy apartment. 

“Mahiru made your favorite for dinner! I bet you’re hungry.”

“I… don’t want it… ” His expression was uncharacteristically blank. 

Mahiru giggled; he must be really tired to be denying food. “Oh, of course you do!”

“No, you… you don’t understand…” 

“Come take a seat, it’s ready now.”

He took a step forward. “Mahiru…”

“You should be more careful, Fuuta-kun! Next time you come down with something, you should really let somebody know. It’s a miracle I came and found you in time, hm?”

She spun to set things on the table. The pride in her masterpiece faded away as his expression twisted up. His hands drifted up shakily to his face, and he started to sob. 

“Fuuta-kun!”

Mahiru hurried to him. His knees gave out as she wrapped her arms around him. He leaned down into her, his breath hitching and hiccupping as he tried to tell her something. “You shouldn’t… if you knew what I… I…” 

“Shhh, hey. Shhh...”

After a moment of broken phrases and body-wracking sobs, he regained his balance and pulled away from her. There was a look in his eyes Mahiru had seen in the last few days, when he was trying to talk through his delirium. She’d chalked it up to feverishness, but she now saw that this raw, revolted horror was something real. 

“I fucked up.”

The simple sentence sent him into a fresh wave of panic. He tried to step backwards and hide his face away, but she tugged his sleeve backward. Normally she wouldn’t be able to forcibly move him anywhere, but for the second time, he was too weak to stop her.

“Just breathe,” she said. “You can tell me.”

Mahiru had known Fuuta for long enough to hear the range of his voice – the excited chatter, the snarky muttering, the grating yelling. In all that time, she’d never once heard him sound like this. His words cracked and wobbled. Sometimes it was so hushed that Mahiru had to press her ear closer just to understand.

And by the time he finished, she understood why.

“I didn’t know,” he kept repeating. “I’d never h-have done it if… if…”

“It’s okay,” was all Mahiru could repeat in turn, through her own tears. It wasn’t quite the truth, but it wasn’t a lie, either. It was what Fuuta needed to hear, and that’s all that mattered.

“I just want to take it back… but there’s no way… What am I – what am I supposed to do?” 

“We’ll figure it out, alright? It’ll be okay.” She guided him around. “Let’s get you back to bed, okay? I’ll bring the food in to you.”

He paused. His teary eyes studied her in bewilderment. “W-why?”

“Eh? Well how else are you supposed to eat from there…?”

“No, I mean,” he swallowed hard. “Why would you do that? You… you don’t hate me…?” 

“Oh, Fuuta-kun.”

She wrapped her arms around him again. This time, he willingly returned the gesture. He grabbed onto her for dear life, and Mahiru was suddenly struck with just how much of a miracle it really had been, that she’d found him in the state he was. 

She held him close, one palm spread on his back, the other twisted through his hair. 

“Not at all. Now, let me feed you something, okay?”

“... Okay.”

[cosmicsproutcake]

I'll cut the decent chunk of newer fans who don't understand why so many people hate Amy some slack 'cause they didn't grow up with Sonic X, where she is, by far, at her worst lmao

[pearsonspearson]

Had to immortalise this eye roll

[mrsmiroir]

i hate having ocs who exist solely in my head like there are so many times when i see a post or smth that’s like there should be more characters who xyz im like omg this mf has never heard of my babygirl. and then i realize that nobody has ever heard of my babygirl. because she is From My Head and exists nowhere but in there. but like everyone should know who my babygirl is…

[helladventurers]

oh great, as if the “for you” tab wasn't useless and innacurate enough, now I'm also getting posts from communities i didn't join nor care about seeing content of >_>

I thought the whole point of communities was to make your small private club where only members could see the posts made by the community, but I guess not???? what even is the point of that shit, what do they accomplish that can’t be already done with proper tagging????

[dandyshucks]

sorry but the whole pk.mn leak t.yph.losion story discourse is so bonkers to me 😭 i grew up hearing stories from ancient Norse religion, ancient Egyptian/Kemetic religion, various Turtle Island indigenous religions, and like... ancient Greek religion has it too, where monsters or animals would be involved with humans in different ways and it was just... a relatively normal part of the stories. it's literally just folklore ??? half the time these stories are not even meant to be taken literally. why are ppl being so horrified or skeevy about it CMONNNN