#I'M LOOKING

[alexturntable]

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[gaybuckybarnesss]

carlossainz55: Man in lycra >>> man in finance 😜😜

[garykingz]

I'm not even a Logan fucker but damn ok

[skeletoninthemelonland]

designing a former bortom city inhabitant, early fusionsprunt resident 🍀

[rubs my hands together deviously]

they’re part of some doomed robot yuri… but more on that later 😈

woah scrumptious character design! now this is- DID YOU SAY DOOMED ROBOT YURI

[28mindgames]

[willowser]

i see the way yall draw laois' body. and it makes me a little insane.

[oldsoulgunsnrosesgirl]

There’s so many things I want to say but it’s best if I don’t👀🥵

[cupid-tune]

cronus <3< damara :?

Oh my goodness.

[lilbit-of-kizzy]

Desperately trying to do a year one community center completion in Stardew (no I'm not playing 1.6 it isn't out yet for consoles ok T-T) and istg if me not realizing that fiddlehead ferns only grow in summer ruins this for me!??!!

[wahgifs]

why am i sleeping here? — THE DIRECTOR WHO BUYS ME DINNER (2022) | EPISODE 2

[winterswake]

[lover-of-mine]

the 133 on the site of s8 emergency which could mean nothing 👀👀👀👀👀

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[isca-tide]

6x06 aka why does this show hate joy and my emotional stability Smitty...really should've been fired by now, right? Look, I love a good comedic Smitty but...you know. Lucy messed up at the clown crime scene, even though she wasn't the first officer on site and wasn't responsible for securing the scene, and she got the pissed taken out of her. Do they just not even bother writing Smitty up anymore? Lucy, my love. Also her poster bed is gone :( I only just noticed. fic has me convinced that it's because of sexytimes, but i'll miss that gorgeous massive bed. i always wanted a four poster bed. Tamara baby no don't leave your mother. Lucy being so supportive when her entire life is falling apart. Honestly, Angela, no. You don't get to tell Lucy to sit back and do nothing and then go check on Tim yourself and then not tell Lucy afterwards. She was meant to be your friend too. I know Tim's your best friend but you can't just let Lucy spin out like this. Lucy has his back too but he won't let her be there. GAH. I'm so angry. I do get it, Angela has her priorities and Tim is above Lucy, but it still sucks.

70 degrees? Look, 21 celsius is no joke. I don't know how y'all cope in anything above 16/60 tbh. Also, why would you think it's a good idea to have a bunch of inmates mixed in with a crowd of people constantly changing with multiple escape routes? And no perimeter guard? Angela just tell him to tell Lucy. Better yet, tell her yourself. It's her choice if she puts her career at risk. Gaaaaaaaaah. Stop taking things away from Lucy and that includes her choices. I can't even pay attention to the side plots, or the main plots. Though I do find it funny that Angela just disappeared from work to do this with Tim. Unless she was leaving shift when she ran into Lucy. But this lot do have a habit of disappearing when they should be working. Angela please recognise how in over his head Tim is. Please tell Lucy and the others. Would you be happy if Lucy helped Wesley with something like this and didn't tell you? Told you to just sit back and leave it alone? Yeah, didn't think so. Maybe if Ray hadn't shown up, Angela could've gotten some sense into Tim and gotten him to talk to Lucy. Maybe. Would it have killed you to tell this to Lucy, Tim? You think she wouldn't be willing to keep this to herself? You've seen the lengths she's gone to to protect the people she loves and cares about, even if she's had to work around the law to do so. I want to feel for Tim. I really do. And part of me does, but knowing how this ends up just destroying Lucy, I just can't. I can't. God I wish we'd been able to see Lucy kick Ray's ass. And I'm so glad nothing happened, because obviously I do not want Tamara and Lucy in any danger, but the fics where Ray does do something are just that hit of angsty goodness. But god, I'm so glad they're not canon because that would've destroyed everything with zero chance of rebuilding. Oh Lucy, her rage and terror and sheer frantic anger are so understandable. Tim, please. For the love of god, please. Let your wife help you. He's her fierce protector and he's so focused on keeping her safe from his past, he doesn't see how much he's hurting her. He can't and won't stop protecting her. He's physically unable. The terror and conviction in his voice when he says that to her. He's trying to protect her from his past, but he's still hurting her so much. That amazingly gorgeous and angsty fic where Angela tells Tim how he broke Lucy's heart, the one thing he was meant to protect? That. So much that. With the lies, the break-up, pretending it was all to keep her safe and make her life better. God Tim, you need to recognise how much pain you caused her. Please. I want a full ass apology and a full ass adult conversation in S7. Full. Oh, Percy West. God, we need more of him. We need him with Lucy as well. I've read some gorgeous fics where they have the best father/daughter relationship before and after Jackson's death. God Tim, I know it's killing him to lie to West and Grey. But this is not the right route to go down, Tim. Please. Honey. Honestly, all I can repeat is what Lucy says. Why are you doing this? This entire scene is killing me. It's so well done, it really is, but good god it hurts. The way she's waiting for him, pulls him into a hug. He knows what he's going to do and he lets himself get drawn into that hug because he knows it might be the last one. The way she cradles his head like he usually does to her. She sees him breaking and she tries to hold him and support him. It's killing her to see him break like this. And the look on her face as she realises what he's saying. Good god. These are two very talented actors. I wish I could dissect this scene better but honestly I'm just too upset. Her holding his hand. Clinging to his shirt. The forehead kiss. Her looking so utterly lost and destroyed as he leaves. Tim please. I mean, the man obviously needs help and he needs to work on his own shit, so the break-up isn't an awful idea. But the way he went about it is just the worst. He can't make decisions for Lucy if he loves and respects her. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[fearsomeandwretched]

This dress is so pretty and HER HAIR!!

[dragongirltongue]

Armored fucking core......

[townofcadence]

"You know? As much as I love your little feisty attitude, I think a punishment is in order, don't you think??"

His body coil around them like a snake wrapping itself around it's prey, making the shadow look like a smoke of mist. "You have such a pretty little neck, wonder how it would feel under my hands..."

Without further explanation the creature wrapped its hands around their neck, feeling the pule beneath its fingers. "Thats it, you look so exquisite." The hand around them tightens up as the grin against the creature's face widen in glee.

"So beautiful when you struggle like a rabbit to a fox. Almost makes me wanna eat you." Tensing the hold to make sure the air didn't flow into their lungs. Tighter and tighter...

And suddenly, he'd let go, stepping a few feet back as it cackled. The morning sunshine illuminating off the branches,

"It seems sun is coming up, you're lucky I find you amusing to have around. Good night, my sweet rabbit." The creature disappeared, leaving no trace behind.

Artair hears the shadow and he tenses, but he isn't fast enough. The shadow's body wraps around him tight, too tight, before he can even move his arms or-- do anything. He squirms, kicks until his legs can't move, and even then he wrenches against the smoky mist, despite how ineffectual it proves to be. "Fuck you." He still manages to spit the words with the vitriol and intensity of someone not restrained and helpless.

It isn't until it speaks again and those hands find his neck that he freezes. They run over the fabric of his choker, and line up, just a little smaller than the hand-print seared to his neck in a mottled burn. He swallows and it's something that can be felt this close. His arms try to jerk free, escape, something, but he can't. The words make him bare his teeth like a cornered animal, jerking and snapping. He can feel his arm coming loose and he tries to focus on that over the pressure growing, the thinning air. Almost--- got it----

That thing is smiling, a grin that makes him feel sick, but it's hard to focus on anything but those words, his racing pulse, and then those fingers tightening enough he chokes. Artair manages one last ragged gasp before he can't breathe at all, and pain starts to radiate from the vice of the shadow's grip. It squeezes further and further and tears start to cling to his lashes. The noises he makes are desperate rattling things. His vision darkens at the edges and he can feel himself spinning. He tries to hold that breath as long as he can not to give the shadow the satisfaction, but it only takes him so far.

It doesn't matter anyways. He can feel the crushing force against his windpipe. He won't manage any other breaths and he will lose this one. But the need not to give him this one thing, this one thing in his control--- it wins out beyond sense. He manages to free that one arm and grabs at the shadowman, but it takes far too long, His grip doesn't have the strength it should and he does nothing of effect. A few meager strikes against the shadow's back doesn't make it loosen its grip on his neck, take away the overpowering angle it has on him, stop him from gurgling, or saliva from foaming in his mouth as air desperately tries to escape and return. He's going to die, isn't he? He's---

The release is instant. He drops to the floor on all fours, choking and coughing and hacking through the strain on his throat, which only makes it worse. He wheezes in a few rattling breaths, fingers moving to claw at his throat as if to help revitalize it somehow. He coughs a few more times and each breath he takes is audible and strained, like the air was passing through glass instead of lungs.

But the last words strike him, and he looks up, in time, to see it fading away like the rest of the shadow in the morning light. His teeth bare and his face twists into a snarl.

"I'll. Fucking--." His voice is hoarse and weak, and it delves back into a coughing fit as the creature disappears.