#I don’t even know what this is

[garbageisland-0]

Denji is Charlie from It’s Always Sunny and no I will not be taking questions at this time 😤🤚

[ouppyjamie]

sample in-universe rpf royjamie shippers:

julianna @jamieeeetarttgirl

does anyone know why roy kent has jamie tartt doing bondage in public?? like im starting to think we’re not clowning

richelle @afcrichelle

stoppp where did you get this pic wtf??

julianna @jamieeeetarttgirl

@royjamiegirl saw them in the street and got a pic! like what is happening???

richelle @afcrichelle

wow, this does not feel real! royjamie nation we stay winning 😤

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sophie @bubblegumpop

WHAT DID ROY WHISPER TO JAMIE 📢📢📢 pleaseeee i need to know

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nic @greyhounds

DID Y’ALL SEE THE JAMIE TARTT THIRST TWEET VID???? HOW DID HE MANAGE TO BRING UP ROY KENT 17 TIMES IN A 10 MINUTE VIDEO???

sophie @bubblegumpop

wait what happened??? i’m in public rn and i can’t watch 😭😭😭

nic @greyhounds

jamie did a thirst tweet vid (one of mine was in there which was 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫) but basically he mentioned roy an excessive amount for a vid about sex… i’ll break down a few but i’ll go back and get quotes later when i have time!

- one of the tweets said they wanted him to slap him and he said he wasn’t a sadist, that’s more roy’s style

-tweet talked about wanting to spit in his mouth and he said he’d have to ask roy first since he controls his meal plan

-tweet calling him daddy, he said he wasn’t old enough to be daddy but he knows some grandad who is (he’s called roy grandad in the past)

-someone complimented his body and he said it was all thanks to roy’s training and that roy moulded his body???

-tweet said jamie had BDE and he casually stated that roy almost got his dick ripped off once (which like… i need context wtf)

-someone posted a pic thirsting over his thighs and he rolled up his pants to show a bruise that he got during “training with roy”

-there were more but my brain is still spinning right now so i’ll add to this later BUT ROYJAMIE NATION we were FED today!!!

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to be continued??? if i have more ideas lol

[steviesbicrisis]

I couldn’t stop thinking about this and Barbie Steve so:

Steve is a special edition Ken, with his polo shirt and sunglasses he’s supposed to be Cool Party Ken, always ready to party and nothing more.

Steve hates it. Not the polo, he actually loves his outfit, but the idea he will be nothing more than the Cool Party Ken. A Ken.

He watches Nancy, who is supposed to be “his Barbie”, being Journalist Barbie and Good student Barbie and he wishes he could do that too. Journalist Barbie comes with a flowery long skirt he can’t stop thinking about.

But he can’t wear it because he’s a Ken.

And he knows he should be okay with what he is because he’s very lucky to be a special edition Ken and all the other Ken are jealous of him, so he tries to endure it for a while.

Until he can’t anymore.

He starts off with something he always dreamed of: he takes a pair of scissors and hairspray and becomes an hairstylist. Everyone is shocked to see and Hairstylist Ken but they welcome the change anyways, not knowing that Steve actually refers to himself as Hairstylist Barbie.

Robin, a Student/Worker Barbie, is the first person he tells.

She comes to him asking for a short haircut which is considered a crazy thing to want, since almost all Barbies have long hair.

“I don’t care! I hate my long hair, if people get upset that’s their problem. I will be a Rebel Barbie if I have to.”

“But why me?” Steve can’t help but ask. Usually people get haircuts from Hairstylist Barbies, not him.

“Because no Hairstylist Barbie wants to cut my hair” she admits, looking down “they think it’s weird. But I thought you would… understand.”

And Steve does understand, so he cuts her hair with no more objections. At the end, Robin is admiring her new shorter hair in the mirror when Steve says “well, one Hairstylist Barbie did say yes to you, in the end.”

And Robin understands.

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The first person to call him Barbie, however, is Eddie.

Eddie is a standard Ken and he’s okay with it, most of the time. He firmly believes that any special edition Ken is just a snuck out snob, so he lives his life trying to prove that average Ken like him are just as fine.

“If we were just like the Special Kens like Steve” Jonathan objects “we would have found a Barbie to be with, don’t you think?”

Eddie would love to go on a rant about how Steve the Cool Party Ken is nothing special, but his eyes are caught by two Sailor Barbies walking across the street.

Eddie has never seen a Sailor Barbie but they have the same outfit, similar short hair and matching hats, so he imagines it must be a new type.

Despite looking so similar, one of them catches his eye.

He gives Jonathan a knowing look of “watch as I get a Barbie for myself”, which Jonathan replies with a look of “can’t wait to see you make a fool of yourself”, and then he’s off crossing the street.

He watches as one of them enters a ice cream parlor, and the other, the one who has caught his interest, stays back, staring at the door as if they needed to take some courage.

Eddie takes it as a sign to shoot his shot “Hey Barbiegirl!”

Nameless Sailor Barbie goes rigid but doesn’t turn around, so Eddie catches up to them.

“You know that old saying, every Barbie needs a Ken so…”

Sailor Barbie finally turns around, and Eddie is shocked to be faced with Steve the Pool Party Ken. Or maybe not a Ken. He’s confused.

Steve is looking at him expectingly, red in the cheeks.

He wets his lips before talking, making them glossier “so…?”

He doesn’t correct Eddie, he doesn’t say “I’m not a Barbie, you idiot”, he doesn’t reject him. He wants him to finish with his cheesy and overused pick up line.

Eddie wonders if he has been a special edition Lucky Ken without realizing it before.

“So, would you be my Barbie?”

Steve giggles, kisses him in the cheek and says “take me to dinner first, then we’ll see” and then, without another word, he’s gone inside the parlor.

Eddie stands there, staring at the door, too shocked to turn around and give Jonathan a “I told you so”.

[caslutz]

i feel like some people don’t understand the bar scene at all because they’re like— this ruined royjamie and messed everything up, why did they make it about keeley!!

but that conversation was never about keeley guys!! yeah, roy and jamie might have been talking about her and they might have been pretending that, that’s what they cared about, but it was never about that actually.

roy asked jamie to go to that bar because he genuinely wanted to hang out with him, but once he started opening himself up to jamie (telling him he was proud of him and shit) things started to feel too real so his defenses go up immediately and that’s why he brings up keeley. not to make her seem unavailable but to make himself seem unavailable. roy kent’s emotional constipation(tm).

jamie only gets competitive because he’s hurt and that’s just in his nature. he had gone out with roy thinking that roy just wanted to hang out with him (and maybe something more??) but roy actually telling him it was never about that but to just rub keeley in his face makes him really upset, realizing he got the wrong idea. he thought maybe roy was reciprocating his feelings :(

like look how hurt he looks here!! that is not because he can’t get the girl, it’s because he thinks the guy doesn’t want him!!

[bradshawsbaby]

Grief was a funny thing. It came and it went, with no sure way of knowing when it would rear its ugly head.

Bradley knew that all too well.

And when he woke one ordinary Sunday morning, the sun streaming in through the bedroom windows and the birds singing loudly outside, he knew it had decided to pay him a visit. He could feel it resting heavily on his chest, like the dead weight of the Gs he pulled in his F-18.

Rolling over in bed, he looked at you sleeping beside him and his heart clenched painfully. You were the greatest gift his parents had ever given him. He knew they had sent you to him so that he wouldn’t have to be alone anymore, so that he would have someone to build and to share his life with.

He just wished they could have known you. He wished they could have known their grandchildren, and that they could have been here to see the life that the two of you had created together.

And sometimes, when he woke up and remembered that they weren’t, the grief was almost too much to bear.

So he silently crawled out of bed and made his way to the kitchen on quiet feet, grateful that he hadn’t woken you and that the kids were still asleep. After making a quick cup of coffee, he carried his steaming mug out onto the back porch and let the warm spring breeze wash over him as he took a seat.

If he listened hard enough, he thought he could almost hear their laughter floating by, lifted up on the wind.

He felt tears prick the backs of his eyes as he took a sip of coffee and tried to ease the ache in his chest.

Just last night, James had pointed at a picture of his dad in the living room and excitedly shouted, “Dada!”

“Grandpa,” you had told him gently, repeating it a few times for good measure.

“Dada!” James kept insisting, until Bradley felt like he would weep.

He missed them. They should be here, and even all these years later, he still felt it was unfair that they weren’t.

“Talk to me, Dad,” he whispered, gazing out across the backyard on that still, sunny morning.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of warm, familiar arms snake around his neck, your cheek soft as it pressed against his. “Hi, baby,” you whispered, your voice filled with the compassionate understanding that made him fall in love with you all over again.

“Hi,” he whispered back, voice hoarse with unshed. tears. He watched quietly as you stepped in front of him, crouching down and resting your hands on his thighs. “I just woke up missing them,” he explained, answering your unspoken question.

Wordlessly, you nodded and crawled into his lap, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder. The ache in his chest instantly subsided, the weight that had been crushing him shifting until he found himself able to breathe easier again. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“They’re always with you,” you murmured gently, your hand coming to rest securely on his chest.

“I know,” he nodded, lacing his fingers through yours. “Thank you.”

Grief was a funny thing. It came and it went, with no sure way of knowing when it would rear its ugly head.

But Bradley was grateful that he always had you to see him through.

[sweetpapercroissant]

dean winchester will literally wear his father’s jacket or his brother’s shirt and have them both be too big for him and i’m supposed to be normal about that????

[doumachi]

prince yeonjun who is so smitten and shy around the pretty daughter of his family’s chef. it started when you were first hired along with your mother and father and the royal family came to welcome you guys to the castle. it was live at first sight for yeonjun. when you smiled at him he felt his face burning up and managed to pull a small smile before looking down at the sleek floors of the castle. you thought he was cute too, but of course you never tried anything.

yeonjun couldn’t help thinking about you and how he wanted to get closer to you. so like the lovesick puppy he is he would lurk around the kitchen before dinner. you noticed this and decided to make a little snack just for him :) when the coast was clear you approached him from behind while he was standing behind a pillar.

“your majesty,” you said announcing your presence causing him to turn around startled, “i’m sorry for startling you..but i wanted to ask if you wanted a special treat before dinner,” you smiled at him holding out a tiny bowl with heart shaped pieces of watermelon and pieces of mango shaped into a cute pouty chick, he could feel his heart melt to say the least

“oh-um i appreciate the sentiment very much, truly, but my mother wouldn’t want me to,” he smiled apologetically (even though his heart was screaming for him to take it anyway). “oh..but I made it just for you,” you replied giving him subtle puppy eyes. you knew you were playing with fire talking to him, but you had spotted him looking at you for a couple weeks now and wanted to speak to him more, other than the occasional formal greeting whenever you saw him around the castle.

in yeonjuns mind, however, he could already hear the bells of the wedding chapel the second you said those words to him.

[bulldog-butch]

meet ryan: your local lesbian mechanic

[perpetualcynicism]

“Heizou?”

He rolled over in the bed, resting his head on his arm to look at you. His eyes were hazy like he’d just woken up. “Yes?”

“What do you think happens after you die?”

He frowned, puzzlement drawing his brows together. “Why are you asking?”

The blanket rustled as you shifted beneath it, shrugging into yourself. “I dunno, I… think about it sometimes, I guess. I mean, now that I’m alive, it’s inevitable I’m going to die at some point.” You sighed. Chewed on your lip. “I just wonder what it’s like.”

Heizou shuffled closer. “Are you scared?”

“Sometimes.”

“What about it scares you?”

You drew in a breath. “The fact that I don’t know what to expect. You can’t exactly ask dead people what it was like. Is it quick, like lights going off or something, or is it like falling asleep and you slowly… I don’t know, slip away? Do you know when it’s happening? And what’s it like when you’re actually dead? Is it just… darkness? Nothing at all, and this is the only shot we get, and after that our consciousness is gone, forever? Or is there some kind of afterlife? Do I even want there to be an afterlife?”

To your surprise, Heizou breathed a chuckle. “How often do you think about this, angel?”

“…Was the use of that pet name intentional?”

He shrugged. “Maybe.” Paused. “C’mere.” Heizou opened up his arms. You moved closer and nestled yourself comfortably against his chest. His arms came around your back, and he placed his chin on the crown of your head, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Well, to answer your question…” you mumbled, tracing a finger along his collarbone, “I don’t think about it, like, that often. But sometimes it sort of hits me that I’m going to die someday. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but… it’s weird to think that someday I just won’t exist anymore.”

Heizou paused. “You still want to know what I think?”

“Mhm.” You hesitated. “And don’t make it cheeky. Or flirty or anything.”

His laughter tousled your hair slightly. “Okay. No cheekiness.” You grunted in thanks. Heizou was silent in thought for a moment. His thumb stroked along the line of your shoulder.

“I think,” he said finally, “that death is something you shouldn’t worry about prematurely. You’re right that there’s no way to figure out what happens, so worrying about it doesn’t get you anywhere. What I think is important is making the most of what you have now, and accepting death when it comes, as well as all the mystery it brings along with it.”

“A mystery even you can’t solve, huh?”

“The only one I can’t solve,” he sighed. “Maybe one day, though.” A brief silence passed. “If it helps, you could think of death as a hug.”

You half-smiled, glancing up at him in the dark. “Like this one.”

“Like this one,” Heizou confirmed, planting a kiss on your brow.

“That would be nice.”

“It would, wouldn’t it?”

“Heh. Does that mean I’m dead now?”

Heizou gently prodded your side. “You feel pretty alive to me. But maybe this is the afterlife. Who knows?”

“That means we’re in the afterlife together. So much for ‘until death do us part’ or whatever.”

“Is that so? You’re stuck with me forever, then.”

“Gods have mercy.”

“Hey, now.”

“Teasing you. I don’t think there’s anyone else I’d rather be stuck with for eternity.”

Having said this, you closed your eyes, and fell promptly asleep to Heizou’s heartbeat.

[the-art-of-surviving-hiatus]

Imagine you create a character. He’s rough around the edges, abrasive, but highly skilled and competent at his job. He’s deeply in love with his friend/boss, and does everything he can to make him happy, but he’s failing and he doesn’t know why. Suddenly a new guy comes into the picture, the kind of guy they usually hate. But, to his horror, his friend and this new guy hit it off immediately. This is wildly out of left field for his friend, so much so that our character suspects some kind of trickery is at play. Nothing he does seems to help restore his friend’s sanity, and the norm he’s been used to is flipped on its head. Used to working with teams of competent professionals, he is now forced to deal with a small group of inexperienced people who have little interest in doing their jobs.

Finally, the new guy leaves and our character has his life back. Except now that he has his friend’s attention back, the love he had before is gone now. Dark, violent rage is all his friend has left for him in return for his love. He demonstrates this by brutally removing parts of our character’s body. He violates and verbally abuses him, using the crew’s lack of obedience as reason. Despite this, our character sees the warmth and love he’s been craving in the crew. He takes a chance on it, and is rewarded with their loyalty. His friend tries to kill him, tries to have him do it himself. He nearly does. He drags himself into a storm on one leg to protect his new family - the only people he can trust now. When the other guy finally returns, our character tries to mend what has been broken, but is dismissed. He struggles by himself, drinking his days away and waiting to die.

For the second time, his life is saved by the kindness of his crew. They give him another chance at life, a way to continue what he’s good at while also experiencing the softness he’s been missing for far too long. The next time the crew is in trouble, our character is a solid part of the group. He’s put in a situation where he’s going to be physically vulnerable, and he says nothing. The vulnerability is exposed and attacked, and he says nothing. He internalises his pain and holds on until his crew are all safe.

He dies apologising for needing love. He dies not knowing he had it. He dies thinking it’s for the best, since his usefulness has come to an end. He dies not knowing that he never needed to be useful to deserve to exist. He dies not knowing how wanted he could have been if he hadn’t been so focused on being needed.

His funeral is awkward, rushed, and mainly silent. His body is buried and his friends immediately move on. He never knew the deep love and acceptance he could have enjoyed, but imagine if he had.

[thief-of-eggs]

the batbrothers as different flavors of EOS lip balm

dick: vanilla bean- it’s a classic, and therefor practically everyone loves it. it’s sweet and not too overbearing- a well rounded flavor.

jason: sweet mint- some people swear by it, others despise it. it leaves your lips tingling- but in the best way possible. and it’ll always be my personal favorite

tim: summer fruit- super vague about the actual flavor- what fruit does “summer fruit” entail? regardless, it’s a crowd favorite- even if we don’t fully know what it tastes like

damian: lemon drop (with spf 15!)- another controversial one. it’s sour, but so many people love it. unhinged for a lip balm flavor, and yet- it works.

[miseria-fortes-viros]

omg happy st mark’s eve!! are u going to the corpse road tonight?? ugh that’s SO cool i hope u have fun!! (<- hopes u see the spirit of ur true love walking the corpse road and come to me for comfort knowing he will be dead by this time next year)

[sapphiretanto]

Okay… so I was thinking of a tmnt crossover and Encanto songs. The Mikey’s (I’m thinking 87, 12, 07, Bay, 03, and Rise for sure… I can’t speculate the best on the others…) would absolutely make up their own lyrics to “The Family Madrigal.” They agreed on using the last name “Hamato”

They would force everyone to watch their performance of it. 12 Leo is a proud mother watching this and several of the siblings get a mix of insulted and “wow, that’s me frfr” throughout the performance.

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Some of the lines I changed in my head:

12 Mikey: My uncle Shredder..

Other Mikey’s: We don’t talk about Shredder!

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“Hey look, it’s Usagi-San, you can marry my brother if you wanna, but between you and me, he’s kinda a prima donna, yo I said too much and thank you but I really gotta go!”

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“Our older brothers, Leonardo and Raphael

One strong, one graceful, perfect in every way!

(Leonardo) Wields his katana, the crowd goes wild (Leonardo) he’s the perfect, golden child!

(Other Mikey’s chanting “Raph”)

And Raphael is super strong

The beauty and the brawn, fight all day long!”

[alilcherry]

Me: *literally just trying to sleep.*

My brain: *SLAMS THROUGH WALL* WHAT IF THE REASON THAT MK WAS EXCLUDED FROM THE SCENE WHERE YELLOWTUSK IS TALKING ABOUT WHAT REAL HEROES LOOK LIKE WAS BECAUSE SEASON FIVE IS GOING TO HAVE HIM BE MANIPULATED OR POSSESSED BY THIS CHAOS ENTITY WITHIN HIM INTO WREAKING HAVOC AND FORCING HIS FRIENDS TO DEFEAT HIM BY SEALING HIM AWAY OR KILLING—

Me: GET THE FUCK OUT YOU’RE RAMBLING AGAIN AND BOTH CONFUSING AND UPSETTING ME.