#chewing on them

[spideybonez]

hey dont cry. leigh whannell and cary elwes

[cocksley-and-catapult]

Love the comic, did some pixel art about it.

[renmorris]

one of the few times Kim uses Harry’s first name, when Harry calls him to dance at the church and he says 'aw c'mon Harry…' is so cute, so warm, so affectionate

[sirshankss]

I forgot to colour cake in so just pretend she’s coloured in‼️

[youngpettyqueen]

ok time for The Wire insanity. the scene where Garak tells Julian he destroyed a shuttle and killed prisoners and civilians. Garak is throwing this at Julian trying to get him to fuck off and leave him to die, and lets be honest. how many people would've heard that story and walked out of that room? how many people would've left him there and washed their hands of it? but Julian doesnt. Julian collects himself, and he stays. he refuses to let Garak die. and more than that, he promises he's going to help Garak through the recovery, through the withdrawals. Garak has just told Julian he's committed atrocities, killed so many innocents, and Julian's going to help him anyways. and then Julian asks where the triggering device is, and Garak tells him. Garak lets him help. for a brief moment, Garak lets him help

[heartbreakfeelsogood]

falloutboy: fresh set of eyes 📸 photos by @sk8orjuan p.s. how is tour over?!

[honey-dont]

lying through my teeth i’m so normal about cesdoc

[falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand]

bellroc tummy real??!?!?

[jay-starss]

So i iust finished watching scott pilgrim takes off and HOLY SHIT ITS SO GOOD???!!! Like man the fucking soundtrack is a BANGER to listen to I would play the entire ost for MONTHS oh yeah and heres some thoughts I had for this show/anime(?)

First and fore most SCOTT PILGRIM SOUNDTRACK WOOOOO

I love wallace. He is just. Oh my god. WALLACE FOR THE WIN

Stephen is me when my anxiety shows up unannounced

ALSO I really adore the way young neil talks hes absolutely me FR like bro me too I would not know if I wrote my 927473737th screenplay draft two nights ago too

LUCAS LEE. I love that man why he so cool like that its bothering me WHY HE SO COOL

Todd ingram and Wallace wells lets goooo

Okay but I feel bad for Todd though like the whole binge eating when hes sad and lonely? I felt that

I dont know about Roxie but i think shes cool too!!

Oh yeah that impulsive manipulative abusive crazy gazilionaire man whats his name again i think he was fire too

And the others ladies!! Ramona! Kim! STACY

My god stacy when she gossips BAIDHJSJS fr tho

I literally JUST FINISHED THIS SHOW im tryna remember all their names..WHY IS THIS SO HARD

Oh yeah of course theres the scott pilgrim and his other older selves that he met and confronted and FOUGHT??

WHAT THE FUCK I REMEMBER MATTHEW PATEL BUT NOT THE GAZILIONAIRE CEO GUY UUGGH WHATS HIS NAME AGAIN

Serisouly im tryna remember all these names from the top of my head

Anyway I love ramona I think shes very hot and amazing I love the parts where she dyes her hair its so SATISFYING

Ermm oh yeah the twins and their silly lil funny robot fiend i love him

ENVY. Yeah idk about her lol but slay I guess

GORDON. GOOSE. GIDEON. GRAVES.

Man the only reason I forget this stupid name is because it wasnt even his real name what the fuck g-man

Anyway I love scott pilgrim takes off I think you should go watch it PLEASE DO ITS SO GOOD OKAY BYE LOVE YALL

[peepongos]

clambering over the counter from behind the bar whats up gamers im back

out here art trading w/ @jortathan we do a little poppin off

[pinayelf]

did the bingo by @/pidgefudge

these are like...nearly identical EXCEPT for a couple things lmao. no bingo tho 😔

I initially actually hated cullen cause I felt like I ~had to then I realized that if u actually spoke to him and considered his story he's a good man who's life dealt him bad lemons and he made really bad lemonade w it until he actively decided to be a better man

as for miguel and the canon thing, I still feel like the cheating thing in comics is whack lmao 😭 I know he was afraid of being vulnerable and believed xina was too good for him but they could've written that differently I just!!! I ignore it!!! also I love him but I'm pushing him down the stairs for putting miles thru that. sorry migs 😔 (he will be fine he has superhuman strength)

[jaskierx]

‘stede becomes a man’ i can’t cope i’m going to eat the panel

[xbadnews]

we have to live , i don’t care how . || @softersinned

the word 'we' strikes Percy, perhaps a bit too hard. It left him with an ache in his chest, a careful sort of fear reserved only for the future.

Percy liked being a 'we' with Astoria. it had been a difficult concept to grasp at first, but it still was some days. Astoria was lethal, inevitable & exquisite. Astoria could be anyone she pleased, he was sure. there was something ferocious in her survival. She had the sort of power that people waited their whole life coveting, the sort of power they were lucky to encounter even once. Percy was erratic, beckoning death to meet him around every corner.

there was so much world to see, so many things to do. it was a fitting image in Percy's head; Astoria experiencing life at her leisure, enjoying it by her definition. It is more difficult, however, to see himself doing the same. Percy had always functioned under the understanding that she was stronger than he was. The understanding that he was going to die. he'd never been able to visualize a long life, the future was always immediate. it made it easier to live with himself.

but with Astoria, sometimes he wondered what the long-term might look like. it was an easy dream to become lost in. It was like a wave, pulling him from the shore of reality into every potential starlit future. maybe he could grow old with her, if he made it that long. but first, they had to live through it all. Percy knew Astoria would make it - she had to. but he couldn't say the same about himself.

"We both know you'll make it, dear. " his words are a touch too honest, his wording careful. " you aren't exactly the dying type. "

[wilt-ed-petals]

Another watercolor heh. I unintentionally made this a ‘continuation’ of another artwork.

Ocs make me so normal, I am completely normal, everything is great.

[tiredassmage]

28. feeling for each other in the dark (any ship(s) ! *scuttles away*)

"Please allow 2 business days" I said to myself, and then they kept me up late and I rose early back to back because I couldn't stop vibrating about them.

I hope it pleases the Senate, insert date-appropriate Ides of March joke here because If I don't meme for emotional distress, then what am I????

[touch prompts]

His breath feels loud in his ears, like the utter darkness around them siphons all other possible sound. The only thing that tells him he’s moving at all is the continued contact beneath his feet and the slight shift and give in the rock.

There’s not even a drop of light to glint off the barrel of the pistol he knows is at his thigh or the rifle strapped across his back - the one familiar constant that he can reliably sense.

It’s suffocating.

Allow your body to betray you. Allow your blood to boil and your heart to slow.

Of the many things Cipher Nine could have chosen to forget, Darth Jadus’s presence remained subtle and venomous in his veins like the slow decay of a half-life.

His next step doesn’t meet anything solid, but he barely has time for an extra jolt of nerves before a firm grip wraps around his arm and pulls him back. Tyr’s breath leaves him in a single blow that swallows any potential sound he could have made before his back even connects with an unseen wall.

“I’ve got you.”

He can barely make out Eight’s halo of pale white hair, as the faint glow of the moon and stars behind thick clouds passing - just enough there to give him an illusion, something to cling to and hope is more than a trick of the mind. Tyr gulps for another breath of air. He’s certain he trembles when Eight’s hands carefully move - one against each shoulder to give a careful squeeze.

“Nine?”

Another breath crashes out of him. He fumbles blindly for the other agent’s arms, following until he’s vaguely sure they’re almost squared, or at least that Eight is solid and real beneath his desperately seeking hands.

“Breathe.”

Tyr closes his eyes for a moment before he manages a nod through a thick swallow.

Nine can’t see it, but a faint smile flickers briefly across Eight’s lips. He takes the other agent’s hand. “I’ve got you.”

Eight navigates the shadows like a second home, each step deliberate and confident ahead of his companion’s. Nine’s threaded fingers grip his back like they’re the only lifeline he’s ever known, without fear that he may be leading to slaughter.

There’s places where the path isn’t wide enough for him to press against Nine’s side as beacon, where they must walk before and after, but he doesn’t let go again.

Not until they arrive.

x-x-x-x-x-x-

Everything… hurts.

Everything is dark. Pitch. He barely registers the scorch of ozone and heat disturbing what had been thickly silent air - so empty it’d almost been cloying.

Wait…

Nothingness has returned, but the quiet feels almost… lighter. He grimaces as he rolls to his side, off his back.

Move.

He pushes against the gravel and the dirt, but barely makes it to his knees before he staggers heavily back against the braced hand that didn’t even move from the cave floor.

His free hand goes to his thigh - empty. Holster’s empty. He closes his eyes like that will do anything to ease the way his mind swims and sways.

They’d been… They…

“Eight…” His name nearly catches hoarsely in his throat.

Somehow, the utter shadow swallowing this place didn’t seem so absolute, but there still wasn’t much to see - he still couldn’t see much.

There was only one thing that mattered now though.

“Eight?” One hand idly reaches out, only half-searching for the pistol he assumes must have fallen somewhere nearby.

His eyes are starting to adjust again to the level of pitch black. He’d seen too many Sith hit the ground and keep cackling to-

“Tell me, Cipher Nine… What is he to you..?”

“You first.” Caution guarded his words, his half-closed stance that was tensed and poised to shoot, to draw further arms.

If the answer was anything less than ‘everything’-

You didn’t ask questions of a Sith Lord.

When he can’t find the blaster in a moment, he hauls himself ungracefully to his feet with a grimace, ignoring muscles screaming in aching protest.

He’s not alone. He can’t tell if it’s a desperate plea or a registering lack of the overwhelming presence of the Dark Lord; either way, he gruffly pushes aside the uncertainty.

“It’s… done.” Eight seems to melt out of the shadows. This time, Nine can just make out the faint smile across his lips.

The weight it carries settles almost as heavy as the undeniable dread of the Dark Lord’s presence.

“Mission complete, Cipher Nine.”

“Eight…”

But the relief hits like floodwaters breaking a dam. His steps are hobbled when he closes the distance and Eight tenses briefly in surprise as Nine’s arms close around him, desperation curling his fingers into battered fabric and displaced strands of starlight hair.

“Did he..? Are you..?”

Eight carefully wraps an arm around him.

“I’m-”

“Don’t.” Eight rests his head against Nine’s shoulder and stares into the empty darkness. For now, the hole is gaping, the void echoing and hollow where it had once all but writhed with its raw power and presence.

But the life in his hands now is stained with crimson and maybe a little scorched around the edges. It is vibrant. It is unknown in an entirely different way than the dark. It shakes beneath him from the exertion, from the struggle of living, but no longer with fear.

“We both made our choice.”

Tyr draws back slowly. It’s harder to make him out in the dark without the all-encompassing temper.

But his hands move carefully to take stock - a palm against his cheek, a hand slipping over his shoulder, fingers twisting briefly into the collar of his shirt.

Nine reminds him of Keeper, the old man. Regret sets similarly around their eyes and creases their brows. He had always idly wondered if there could have been anything to the relation beyond the jesting that served to briefly lighten the older man - at least enough to exhale a sigh weary of constant deflection.

He enacts the familiar dance of half-statements and partial truths for now. Give him space. Give them both time.

It was always going to be an end. What path would open beyond that, he could not have said. His part was to lead to the destination, to take a place upon the pyre.

The flames had been theirs. This was his new ash.

But Tyr offers him a tired smile. “I… think I owe you those drinks, at the very least…”

This time, Nine offers out his hand - bloodied knuckles and dusted hands, gloves fraying from the obsidian-sharp edges of their descent.

“Let’s go home, shall we?”

[calamitus]

YAOSHI IS NOT GOOD OR EVIL, they simply are. they cannot bear to see death and illness, and perpetuate the continuation of life regardless of the consequence. they have never & will never take life, but feel no remorse for those who wish for immortality and are granted a fate worse than death. they do not feel particularly strongly one way or another, but would agree it is a shame for those to be trapped who later come to regret immortality. it does not stir them in a way that they would ever accept mortality to be a better alternative, however. they are bound by their path, and though cognizant of the consequence of their actions ( i.e. they are not ignorant to mara, and to the destruction that certain denizens of abundance wage ) do not see the consequences of their immortality / having been touched by the abundance as their own burden to bear. yaoshi only heeds the prayers of those that wish for life eternal; what those who prayed unto them choose to do with it upon receiving immortality, and how their path unfolds is up to them.