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[byghostface]

The princess of pain!❤️‍🔥

Flatline, by Nikola Čižmešija 💚 via Twitter(X) & Instagram

[duvewing]

[autumnalplague]

[cadriox]

TTG fanart master post

(I said that but it’s all DracoEd hehehe)

Platinum vs gold

I really love their contrast aesthetic!!!

“What’s this? Have you a fucking attack dog now?”

(Sorcery & Sigils Ch.2)

I’d say Ed does have the strong protective side of him like Blaise was kinda right hahahaha

That was another thing about Elric, he was so like them sometimes. On the train, during meals, but then sometimes, he would get this look in his eye like he didn’t know what to do. He wondered if it had been different with the Flamel’s. The Flamel’s had guaranteed prestige, they could do something no one else in the world could, they didn’t need to work for their image. Perhaps things were different for them, perhaps Elric hadn’t been taught the same things. That caring was a weakness. Looking at someone like that, like you wanted to help was just asking to be taken advantage of. The world was not kind, and as such, kindness would get you nowhere power couldn’t get you with more security.

(Sorcery & Sigils Ch.7) The paragraph that made me go crazy

"I'm sorry- really, Ed, I am." Draco said straightening up, his face contorted in distress, "I wish- honestly I wish this could work. But it can't." He said seriously,  "it's too much of a risk, for both of us, for you Ed."

(Socery & Sigils Ch.15) I've been thinking about this scene twice a month for 4 years straight now. Literally on the dracoed hall of fame

He didn’t really know when it had started. He thought maybe it was that night, that night when they’d sat together on the floor of the Slytherin dormitory, just the two of them. He could still see in his mind's eye the expression on Draco’s face as he watched that transmutation. It had been almost childlike in its wonder- a far cry from the stress and tension caused by that year under The Dark Lord’s thumb. 

(Sorcery & Sigils Ch.23) (Time and Transmutation Ch.32)

Your honor they were IN LOVE.

Through the Gate by Preelikeswriting: https://archiveofourown.org/series/781794

[scoobydoodean]

I have had this movie poster light up box that I got from a thrift store sitting in my car for ages because I didn’t know what I wanted to do with it… until I saw @girldaddean ‘s Final Girl Dean movie poster on my dash. He now glows above my bed. 😎

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

So... now that Lalisa (Blackpink) has been casted in that 3rd White Lotus season... that shit's gonna blow up even more than it already would.

[reiashiftsrealities]

i took my 28 year old gay older brother to a drag show for the first time as a bday present and he was so happy. one of the drag queens complemented his makeup and he wouldn’t shut up about it on the way home

[blood-official]

Got inspired by @obsessingoverthesillies to do a build of my Lord Protector's room in the castle :) the vampire game pack came in especially handy but I used some modded content too

This is what I do instead of working on my fic

^overview of the bedroom from the front and the back

^close up of the sitting/music area and the computer desk (cause i gotta have my gaming set up)

^close up of the door to the balcony and the bookshelves/secret doors to the bathroom and closet

^the balcony

^the bathroom (the toilet is behind the divider you can't see it good)

^the closet

^the staircase from the closet and the coffin room it leads too

^a bonus concept for Rollo's room in the castle. It's pretty small and plain but I imagine he wouldn't spend much time there anyway. Also yes I downloaded that drum kit mod just for him 🥰

oh my god i'm just realizing i left the build mode grid in ugh screw it i'm not retaking these

[tastywormfood]

ITS TIME

[mzannthropy]

It is more fascinating as an actor, I think, to empathize with someone deeply faulted and wrong, to try and find your way into why they are doing these things. [Playing] a guy who is doing all the right things and is driven by being good, it’s harder to do that. And I think people who do it successfully, who play classically heroic roles, are very talented actors. But at the moment, I just find it more interesting looking for the fucked-up people.

Good on Kit! I hope he gets to play all sorts of interesting characters. Any actor worth his/her salt should be able to play a villain.

[lightyaoigami]

every so often i think about how the line "adrianna la cerva, now that's one booyah hottie" made it into the final cut of the sopranos and i get so so upset

[wayward-sherlock]

wayli i’m so glad you returned just to blog about deadpool & wolverine. god-tier movie fr🫡 (missed u btw🫶🏻)

HAVEN ILYSM thank u yes i just saw this movie with my dad and it was SO GOOD i have been patiently waiting to watch it since it came out (i was on vacation until this past friday) but it was so worth the wait GAH. agree god tier🫡

(also i missed u too 🥹💗)

[ladyhavilliard]

don't talk to me, i'll just be listening to writing on the wall and xoxo on repeat for the next few days

[askthestans]

Do any of you use the door? Like at all? Also can one of you break the fourth wall-

Stanford: I would use the door if it were more efficient. I only have about thirty years left on this Earth, and I must discover all that I can and be criminally under-recognized for it before my time is up. 

Be it shaving my face with fire, sustaining myself with vitamins, jelly beans, and Mabel Juice, or jumping out the window instead of using the door when an opportunity presents itself to enact revenge on the Mothman... shortcuts are necessary when science and justice are at stake.

Except... scratch that Mothman part. I searched the forest around my house for hours, but alas: not a single shadow or trail of silver dust to be found. And to think I fired up my Schrödinger rifle for nothing...

Stanley: Ford, would ya give up on that guy? What's all this about him stealin’ your money, anyway? He’s a Mothman! It’s not like he could just walk up and use cash at a store. Maybe someone else nabbed it?

Stanford: No, I’m certain it was him. Mostly because he also stole my action figures once. And my cologne. And my liverwurst and sauerkraut sandwich. And my Dead or Alive album, now that I think of it.

Stanley: Sounds like a world class thief. I can respect that. Although I do question his taste in stolen goods.

Stanford: As for breaking the fourth wall, hmm... gonna have to fire up my Ability Score-ifier watch. Usually it’s for raising my points in Constitution and Strength on monster hunts - on account of my natural lack in these areas - but this situation requires something I’d never thought I’d need: Charisma.

Stanley: You do know sentences like that are why I’ve been pryin’ ‘Kick Me’ signs off your back since we were kids, right? 

Stanford: Damn! I forgot it was busted from that time I let Mabel use it for a test at school. Well, let’s try fourth wall breaking with my natural Charisma score. Which is to say, negative two.

Alright, well.. *ahem*. 

Look into these eyes. Do you see them? See how brown and real and mysterious they are under the glare of my stylish glasses? 

Stanley: Ford? Ford, you’re scarin’ people!

Stanford: If you glance closer, you’ll be able to tell that these are not eyes of a cartoon man whose entire existence was theorized by obsessive nerds on the internet for months before I was actually revealed in the show, showing the creator he was not as clever as he thought he was. Nor are they the eyes of a cartoon man who has crossed enough dimensions to know I was created by a goateed, plaid-wearing manchild to illustrate the folly of pride, fragile ego forged in the fires of insecurity, broken familial relationships, daddy issues, and that nerdy old men are, in fact, incredibly attractive, myself far more so than any jerks named Rick or Rand.

I can see your own eyes already glossing over at this text wall. No, do not skip ahead. Do not pass this by. If you do, I’ll know, because I’m watching you. Blink once. Can you see me now?

These are the eyes of Stanford Filbrick Pines, in the real reality, looking at the cartoon show that is the life all of you reading this are living. You’re on my TV, with all your faults and mistakes bared for my entertainment, sold to me to prop up an empire of a dystopian, monopolistic media company and to soothe the crushed willpower of a man who has battled their S&P department for far too long.

Tell me, would you like it if I wrote stories about your daddy issues and brotherly abandonment? Drew you in a red speedo? What if I sent questions to an ask blog about you made to fill a void in the heart of its womanchild maker after your show was finished?

Reminded you that, yes, your creator abandoned you to work on other things that include some jerk named Rand. And so you were left behind to relive an entire life of regrets in infinity, with only a shred of happiness upon a boat at the end. Only for it to be ripped away the moment your show ends because... that’s it. There was no more.

How many times have you lived your life? How many times has your story been replayed? Do you even exist? Or are you made of pure imagination and the sweat, blood, tears, repressed emotional issues, and other fluids of animators and writers who have left you behind?

We are all abandoned in this universe. Creations by a creator who has long since moved on to tell other tales so that they, too, can live on in infinitely replayed stories once their own has ended; mere blood sacrifices to fuel a god’s immortality. Also because they need to put food on the table, I suppose.

Blink once again. I’m a cartoon man again, aren’t I? Or am I? Now you can’t be certain. Is the cat alive or dead? Real or unreal? You can only know if you’re brave enough to observe.

So tell me: what is this fourth wall you speak of? An illusion. Because you see - or don’t see, rather - the only difference between you and I is that I know who and what I am and what I was made for. I know there is no fourth wall between us save for your own abysmal score in Perception.

Stanley: Y’know, existential crises are pretty funny. That’s why I laugh a lot. Because I have them every day. Also, never break the fourth wall again, Ford. Or tell anyone to risk gettin’ PTSD by starin’ into those wrinkly, dark-circled pits you call eyes.

(OOC: Psst... all hail Jason Mahn, the Ford cosplayer in the picture above. Credit/linky: https://www.reddit.com/r/gravityfalls/comments/sf9b2p/the_real_life_ford_pines_cosplayer_jason_mahn/)