#I WAS ROBBED OF THIS GUY

[chewysgummies]

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP‼️‼️‼️

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[crownorclover]

chil's innovative hands-off babysitting technique (max strength duct tape)

*no catgirls were harmed in the making of this piece

[technically-human]

Conditioning

[corantus]

those feratu ??????

[corneredcopia]

Stone saving Ivo ❤️

[charliekellysballsweat]

happy pride month

[madeline-kahn]

@pscentral event 34: parallels + event 35: take three (arcs | favorite character | growth)

Downton Abbey 1.01 || Downton Abbey: A New Era (2022)

[cherriko-art]

Born to make history 💜💍💙

[morganbritton132]

AU where Eddie doesn’t like this, and he doesn’t want to be doing this but he’s short on cash and he’s desperate.

He puts hand in his pocket and follows behind the first guy that looked like he had money. He sticks two fingers against the guy’s back and said, “Give me your wallet.”

With the deepest sigh, the guy said, “Just do it, man.”

Oh,” Eddie says horrified, taking an actual step back, “Don’t say that.”

“Man, just do it. I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t,” The guys says. “If I have to go back to the DMV, I’ll lose it. I’ll end up on the news.”

Eddie just stares, gasping at the the back of this man’s really luscious head and then does the one thing Wayne had instilled in him. He offers a helping hand, “Do you want to get dinner?”

The guy turns his head to give him an incredulous look. He’s so beautiful, Eddie can almost forgive his blunt words when he says, “You don’t have many money.”

Eddie grins, “True. I’m Eddie.”

“Steve.”

“Well, Stevie. Looks like you’re paying.”

[lotus-pear]

the fine people of bsd tumblr have asked for fem skk and i shall give it to them

[vngful]

Bro is f*ckin locked in

[yi3248]

together

[mildeleef]

Do you think gourmands “Dewlap” is powerful enough to block 10 spears from the horde

Know what the fact gourmand has a chance to survive a spear hit will never fail to amuse me

[manicpixiemidgirl]

Y'know, I think you and a lot of people mistake House for being homophobic, racist, sexist, and transphobic (maybe a little more credit to that one, but if the show was being made in more modern day we might see otherwise). None of them remotely realize,

He's being edgy.

He's purposefully getting a rise out of people because he likes getting people angry at him.

If you listen to what he says when he ACTUALLY means what he's saying, he's actually progressive, especially for the time. He calls the HIV guy's dad a bigot because he thought he hated his son for being gay. He told the football player "you won't need to play sports now to get a good career" when his skin started to discolor to white. He literally said "white, skinny, pretty people make all the rules in society" at one point. All of his actions prove that he believes women are just as capable as men are, if not more so in some cases, especially with Thirteen and Amber. He's FIERCLEY pro choice and doesn't even try to hide it or pretend otherwise.

And while he definitely has some pretty terrible stuff going on with intersex/trans people, the show frames him in a bad way for doing so.

House is a horrendous person in a lot of ways, but he's not ACTUALLY a bigot. He just likes to pretend to be because he hates it when people like him and tries to push them away.

[coniferouspines]

Another snippet inspired by @babyblankyerror ’s Dr. Pinington AU.

“Stanley, are you—?” Stanford stopped dead upon entering his brother’s office, standing in the doorway dumbstruck as he took in the sight before him.

Stanley was sitting on the floor, leaning over one of those life-sized anatomy models one would normally find in a university biology classroom. He was dressed in his favourite lab coat, the one that was too big for him with the sleeves that would slip down past his hands. Surrounding both him and the anatomy model was a large array of stuffed animals, all posed in different positions. Some were set up to hold various medical instruments, while others were holding fake plastic organs. A few more seemed to simply be observers.

Mr. Rabid was right on top of the model’s open chest cavity, sitting on the fake lungs. It wore a little nurses’ cap on its head and a mini lab coat that Stanley had clearly sewn together himself. It looked to be watching Stanley as he rooted about in the model’s body, seeming very intent with… whatever his task was.

“What are you doing?” Stanford asked, thoroughly dumbfounded.

He’d watched Stanley poke around in actual dead bodies before and remove their organs, and that had been less confusing than this. At least those bodies had been real and something could be done with their parts. This was a plastic model.

Stanley turned at the sound of his voice and cracked one of those eerie smiles (Stanford refused to think about how they were starting to become more endearing than creepy at this point). “Hey, Sixer!” Stanley said cheerfully. He waved a hand in greeting, the long sleeve of his lab coat flapping about.

“Hi, Stanley,” Stanford said patiently. “Again, what are you doing? What’s with all the—” He gestured wordlessly to all the plushies.

“Well, we haven’t had a patient or even a body to… have fun with… for a while and I’m bored. And if I’m bored… then my friends are probably bored too! So I figured I should include them… because no one likes feeling left out.” Stan beamed like he was proud of himself, looking at Stanford with those big, mismatched eyes.

Stanford blinked as the puzzle pieces clicked together in his brain. “Wait, Stanley, are you—You’re playing?”

“Uh-huh!” Stanley tapped his misspelt name badge. “The doctor is… in session! Or something. Whatever they say.”

He stuck his tongue out at Stanford in a goofy manner, and for a brief moment, Stanford’s mind overlaid the image of the man before him with a much younger version, with a boy in a white and red striped shirt. He had the same look on his face: giddy, innocent in the way only a child could be, yet mischievous and bold.

Stanford didn’t know what to say. His brother was playing make-believe surgery with his stuffed animals and a plastic anatomy model. There was something almost sweet about it, if one ignored how odd it was for a grown man to be doing so. Then again, Stanley had gained a lot of new…oddities…since his incident. Most of them Stanford wrote off as being from brain damage that the botched lobotomy had done to him.

So this was fine. Stanford could accept this. Even if it was a little unsettling, Stanley wasn’t hurting anyone by doing this. There were worse things he could do than play pretend in his free time.

“Did you… want to join me?” Stanley had cocked his head to the side, staring at Stanford with hopeful eyes.

“Actually, I was coming to ask if you wanted to join me,” Stanford said. “I was going to go get lunch. Did you want to come?”

Stanley jumped to his feet, nearly tripped over the hem of his too-large lab coat, pin wheeled his arms wildly to keep his balance, then bounced over to Stanford excitedly. “Yes!”

“Calm down,” Stanford chided, though a smile tugged at his lips at the overeager display. “It’s just lunch.”

He led the way down the hall, Stanley practically skipping behind him.