#and a boy is BROKE out here

[virsancte]

good days aren't easy to come by

[reel-fear]

MIKE BLOCKED ME ON TWITTER FOR ROASTING HIS DUMBASS RESPONSE TO THE GRAPHIC NOVEL STUFF!!

grown ass man scared of the 19-year-old queer being mean to him over his public meltdown more at 8.

[jakowskis]

"i hated owen for all/most of s1 i only started liking him in s2" weak. i liked owen since he got choked against a wall by an angry woman and then told her he wanted to shag her immediately afterwards. and then even more when he spent ep3 trying to intimidate and murder a rapist

[wizardnuke]

"you're one of those rich boys aren't you" asks beauregard "rich girl" lionett of the lionett wine family

[bunnyb34r]

Well we proved that crabs don't get smarter with age, but they sure do get cuter! Happy 8th birthday Gurkle! I can't believe you've been with us this long already! Here's to many more G-Man!

[tariah23]

[frecklystars]

im a little bit tempted to watch the Elvis movies but there are. so many. and ive heard they are so. terrible. and he didn't fully enjoy making them, he just... had to do it... bc he felt like there wasn't much of an option... and worst of all they are all so painfully heterosexual and i'm sure none of the couples ever communicate with each other properly. so you just sit there ripping your hair out and shouting at the screen "WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGG"

[akkivee]

a good burger and fries for the birthday boy!!!!!!!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💛💛💛💛💛💛

[jackharknessesfirstmenstrualcup]

Go autism boy go

Is this a formal proposal? 😋

[paimt]

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[angorwhosebabyisthis]

for the prompt 'nive, but with canon!nine; villain nine, absolute tirefire and not a happy one.' also accidentally combined it with 'hand in unlovable hand,' Whoops

three sentences, he said. it'll be quick, he said

[cws: blood, angst, character death, suicide, Bad Vibes. when i say it's not a happy one i mean it; tread lightly.]

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"Nobody's coming," hisses Nine through his teeth. There's blood running down his face, and even the strobing emergency lights can't hide the mad light in his eyes. "You know that, right?"

There's a knife in Five's shoulder. Nine hadn't cared that it glowed red when he picked it up, hadn't cared that it clamped his grip down around it, hadn't cared when the spent guns floating around him had dropped all at once. It was sharp and Five was there and that was enough, apparently. Now it's in his shoulder and his skin won't change, and fuck he'd never known something could hurt this much.

"Nobody's--" Nine grits his teeth and slams him against the wall again. He's bigger and stronger and he's got him pinned; Five can taste copper down his lips from the headbutt that had taken him off balance. "--fucking coming because they don't care. They came for me and they know better now, right?" He leans on the knife. The strangled noise Five keeps down must show on his face instead, because Nine laughs, breath hot and damp with blood. "Right."

"I know," says Five, voice tight. His words bubble through his lips. "Wasn't planning on it."

(He never has.)

Nine coughs in his face; Five tastes more copper and it's not his own this time. The guy doesn't have long, he realizes in a moment of clarity. Something internal, and the others aren't going to heal it. They're not coming.

It's for the best.

"The ship's," he swallows to clear his mouth, "the ship's going down. You know that?"

"Yeah."

"And you're not gonna try to stop it, are you," he says. "Not if I'm here."

He doesn't answer, and Five doesn't need him to. If the Anubis follows course and rams into the mountain the war's half won already. He's pretty sure there's only one thing Nine gives a shit about now, and who knows what he'll do with his last moments if he can't have it.

Alright, he thinks. "Alright."

Nine's dark eyes are darting around his face, like he's trying to memorize something. The splatter, he realizes. The constellation of his own lifeblood across Five's skin.

He's surprised that whatever he feels at that isn't disgust. Or at least, disgust doesn't describe it. Something hot and thick and dark; something bottomless and yawning, boiling where it's not cold; something weirdly warm where it's neither of those things, weirdly calm.

He doesn't know if it has a name. He won't have the time to find out.

Nine's grip is starting to weaken. Not enough to shove him off, though, not with the Dreynen knife connecting his hand to Five's shoulder. Five's not sure he would try it anyway, at this point. The thought is oddly peaceful.

"I guess," he says, spits to one side and Nine doesn't stop him, "if I'm going down, at least it's you who's going down with me."

Nine's laughter is a seesawing, ragged gasp. He sounds tired, now. "If I had to pick an asshole--"

He breaks off into another bout of coughing. Five waits for him to finish before replying. "Well. You picked."

The sound of the wind shrieking past the hull is changing, and Five knows what that means. They both do. When Nine finally meets his gaze his face is ashen, and his jaw is tight, but there's relief there clear as day.

"So did I," murmurs Five, and doesn't close his eyes.

[recallback-art]

Day 23: "Garden"! Another prompt from my friends due to how the challenge is set up. I wanted to draw Rosemarie, but my hands aren't co-operating so I made a silly.

Top secret leaked Nemo baby photos coming to a blog near you.

[oblivioussloth]

Uh oh girlies