#I’m not high I promise

[loganloggins]

HEADCANON TIME CUZ I HAVENT POSTED IN A WHILE!!

All q! Characters, I just can’t be bothered writing the q!. So no CC mention at ALL.

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Phil and Etoiles were brothers in the same way you’d call a long time friend. They met, and they clicked instantly like a missing piece to a puzzle. If Phil was upset, Etoiles was usually the first to notice and vice versa. They had even joked that they were twins because they could never pinpoint who would be the older brother out of the two of them. Phil’s relationship with Etoiles, while similar to his relationship with Fit, was nothing if not ‘Veterans who went through war together coping in their own ways together’. They were the epitome of found family in its purest form.

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I’m pushing my Twins! code breakers agenda. I know they look nothing alike but LET ME LIVE THEIR DYNAMIC IS TOTALLY ADULT SIBLINGS <- as someone who has a sibling I can tell you this is exactly what me and my sibling will be like.

[rayj4ck]

You think if Rex’s nanite transformations from Generator Rex happened in Murder Drones, that would be the drone equivalent of the body horror stuff in Prototype?

[loulooser]

My hand smells like a party I know I’ve never been to but that I have vivid memories of

[xxxcertifiednerdxxx]

short lil dudes are just supposed to be green, idk what to tell y’all

[nottefierr]

Anyway, I drew Snufkin and Moomin except a lazy concept lmao

[foxy-not-pirate]

I’m like Nico di Angelo in the way that my timeline is super inconsistent and at least 3 conflicting things happened during every major event in my life depending on who you ask.

[ewwww-what]

You guys don’t get it, they used to be the high 5 heroes. They used to be the high 5 heroes guys. They used to. They used to be starry eyed freshmen. They had to choose each other. They had to have awkward introductions. They had to pick that name together. I’m never okay ever.

[akicult]

contains ; domesticity. bf!suguru. suggestive themes. modern / college au. geto wants you to be his housewife basically. just a short drabble. mostly fluff.

just thinking about college bf!suguru that didn’t realize he was a domestic person until he met you.

he’s still young, only in his third year at university and he’s still deciding on what his near future will look like. he’s had his fair share of girlfriends, and little hookups, and to be quite frank—he didn’t think he was done either.

how was he supposed to know the first night he met you, bent over his backseat, was about to be the start of the most serious relationship he’d ever have.

that night started the first of many, slowly realizing he was only asking to hookup just because he wanted to see you. how he’d send a pickup text, with a frown on his cheeks because he thought you were only in it for that reason.

and when he finally swallowed his stubbornness, he was met with the most amazing two years of his life, stuck with you by his side.

college bf!suguru who, until he met you, hardly even dreamt about a future where the love of his life would carry his child in her arms, kissing his cheek and brewing a cup of coffee for the two of them to share in the morning.

he didn’t even care to imagine what that future would be like, what the woman would look like. it didn’t feel achievable, or even desirable until he fell in love with you.

and it was a random realization, but looking back on it—it was building. slowly.

weeks and weeks spent of you just pampering him, praising him, for even the most average things. like, getting an amazing score on an exam, and all you had to do was say, “aw! good job, baby!” before he was putty in your fingertips.

his room is all messy, deep dark circles under his eyes. it was procrastination’s fault—his fingers hurt from typing on his computer all day thanks to waiting until hours before a huge essay was due.

you offered to leave his apartment, to give him the concentration he needs to get it finished, but he was ushering a “no, no stay,” because he honestly didn’t want you to leave. so you stayed, situating yourself in the other room, occasionally popping in to check up on him—and eventually lay on his bed after he insists you to.

it’s only when he finally finishes—8 hours later and it’s already nighttime. his shoulders are slouched, his back is stiff and he’s walking out of his room with his closed computer weighing by his side.

and you’re still there.

not only are you still there, but you’re washing his dishes.

hair clipped back, sweatshirt engulfing your body and sweats tightly tied around your waist. you’re humming along to some music that plays over a speaker—quiet but loud enough to know what song is playing.

you look so utterly homey.

so…domestic.

like you’ve settled into your personal home after a long day at work, just blissfully scrubbing away on glossy white dishes that were previously eaten on. your clothes acknowledge that you’re comfortable, uncaring of what he sees you in.

although it’s not just the fact that you’re dressed like that—it’s the fact that you’re cleaning his things.

cleaning a mess you didn’t even make, just out of the kindness in your heart that’s making geto’s throat close and his palms sweaty. he’s in absolute awe that he doesn’t realize you’ve noticed his presence until you’re turning to face him.

“oh! did you finish?” you ask, turning the water off and rushing towards him.

he’s blinking, nodding slowly. “yeah—just submitted it.”

“yay! ‘m so proud of you!” you grin, lacing your fingers behind the back of his neck and pulling him in for a chaste kiss like you always do—but it feels so much different this time.

like you’re congratulating him on a big promotion, tugging on his work tie and kissing him until he’s forgetting his own name.

he feels like his ring finger is so cold, and there’s a missing heavy weight that’s never even been there in the first place.

like he’s an idiot for not tying you down on the spot—wrapping vows and vows around the two of you until you’re barely mobile.

and he wants to be your doting husband for the rest of his life. he wants to walk through his front door every evening with an awaiting kiss to his cheek, and a home-cooked meal fresh in his senses.

he wants to go to sleep with you in his arms every night, mumbling sweet ‘i love you’’s after flickering off the bedside lamp.

and maybe, just maybe one day, he wants to hear the gentle pitter patter of two little feet charging down the hallway.

this is accidentally freud coded (emphasis on accidentally)

[darthvaderade42]

Trying to avoid spoilers for fantasy high junior year is the hardest thing I think I’ve done like

YouTube: would you like to see a video of Brennan Lee Muligan yelling in a silly voice

Me, smoke billowing from my ears: The devil offering eve the apple had less power over her than your cruelty does me

[festering-bacteria]

In my clone high era here’s my Harriet redesign, some Confucius doodles & a silly little tophucius (?) comic-ish thingy, I promise they make sense together and I’m not ill at all I swea

[robinante]

People who are genuinely seething with rage over Kipperlilly Copperkettle and trying to start discourse about why she’s the most evil character to ever exist are so funny. That’s literally Kipperlilly Copperkettle behavior.

[manygreetingsfriend]

i’m sooooooo normal about the god of war series. so incredibly normal i liked it a normal amount and would be so chill talking about it. don’t worry about the sign

[oddities-collection]

Y’all I have been saying Hey Girrrllyyyy SO MUCH IS CRAZY!!!

I walked up to my coworker yesterday in to his office and Hey Girlyed him. THIS IS AN ADULT GAY MAN HE THOUGHT I WAS PROFILING HIM!!! I then had to explain the context of this statement, luckily we are buds and are both queer but this statement could get me in trouble with others, very worried I will say it to my boss.

He is in his 60s and a very important local queer activist, I can not call him girly.

[biirbygorl]

ONE fruit has to GO 😭🙏

[ifwebefriends]

So I went on a YouTube binge yesterday watching people talk about classic literature and I remembered Hamlet which I read for school like 5 or 6 years ago and I kinda didn’t get it but the internet (especially tumblr) seem to go buckwild for Hamlet and I’d like to understand

So please explain tumblr, why do people love Hamlet? (either the play or character is fine)