#contains swearing

[prokopetz]

I don't even want DVD special features back – I want VHS space-fillers back. I grew up in the era when distributors would just stick random shit at the end of a VHS tape to use up any space left over once the actual film was recorded, and sure, a lot of the time it was previews for other movies, but sometimes it was The Weird Stuff.

[agenttommykinard]

as someone from the Midwest, they did not give Bobby Nash enough Midwesternisms

[dots-in-my-head]

Angelic.

[yourstrulynameless]

Kondraki in a more realistic style than my usual!

Variations + bonus under cut

I will never shut up about this fic ^

[mielkae]

I love flower husbands. And flower wives. And flower court. And flower ranchers. And ranchers. And flowerwood. And majorwood. And firewood. But GODDAMN do we need to bring back just mushing these motherfuckers' names together to form a ship name this shit's getting out of hand.

[secretlystephaniebrown]

People are actually out here defending the RDJ casting as if it’s not obviously the laziest, most racist, nostalgia bait cash grab cover-their-asses-that-the-MCU-is-crashing-and-burning -casting possible.

“Well they HAD to pivot after Majors—" Doom IS the pivot. Cast an unknown Romani actor, and write a good movie, and the fans would go crazy. We've never had a good Doom before, and they could have changed it, but the MCU is now reliant on name actors and cheap fan service to actually... do a good job.

Tom Holland was an unknown and they made him into an absurdly popular star. And he’s far from the only example. But they’re too chicken shit to actually respect the fans or the character and are choosing to cut RDJ a massive pointless check instead of doing their jobs.

[catshinji]

og line vs netflix line

everyone made fun of "worthy of my grace", but this change in particular was pure violence imo

[t3chborb]

This Mass Murder Machine is living in my brain rent-free so I'm making y'all Suffer™ as I have.

[rotzaprachim]

it would be so great if people would stop tacking examples of dialects they think are bad dialects onto the post about there being no bad dialects

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

Giving the con attendees their money's worth, I see

Thanks for the alert @martinsharmony!

Source: https://x.com/Nobel_Youmu/status/1787140046153228315

[dailydegurechaff]

Today's Daily Degurechaff is… the mortifying ordeal of being reminded of something embarrassing

[hartpisces]

we both the mvp💯

[kommandantpinks]

Honestly I'd love to vibe with the Vaati fandom further!! Keeping thoughts of him to myself's gonna make me go crazy lfmaoaoao 😭

Hi once again Vaati fandom, gimme a sign to know y'all are around

[blood-orange-juice]

Might as well post it.

A bunch of drabbles about Childe's early years in the Fatui, more or less the same as my usual headcanons but in more lyrical language.

Character study, mild angst. If you've seen it before then no, you haven't. It's been subjected to Edits.

[annierosaart]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 明日方舟 | Arknights (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Exusiai/Fiammetta (Arknights), Fiammetta & Exusiai (Arknights), Fiammetta & Mostima (Arknights) Characters: Exusiai (Arknights), Fiammetta (Arknights), Mostima (Arknights), Yith (Arknights) Words: 30,492 Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Emotional Hurt, Awkwardness, Bonding, Character Study, Explicit Consent, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Coital Cuddling, Getting Together, Break Up, (In a sense.), Making Out, Porn, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Trauma Bonding, Tension, Arguing, Laterano Lore Deep Dive, Liberi Body Headcanons, Sankta Body Headcanons, Mutual Bonding over shared trauma and food, Erotic Gun Disassembly, Mostima is a prick, Implied "F"WB Fiammetta/Mostima, Trans Female Character, Trans Exusiai (Arknights), Trans Fiammetta (Arknights), Cover Art Summary:

After tension between her and Mostima boils over, Fiammetta storms off into the Lungmen night, where a chance meeting with an old acquaintance- in the form of a red-haired angel -becomes something more for both of them.

Fiammetta/Exusiai

(Lovingly edited by the wonderful @norondor​! <333)

This monster of a fic is finally done, haaah...

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

cough hack wheeze who wants a teeny tiny fantasy au snippet with uhhhh laughingstock Tension. it's like... half a scene! unedited & out of context As Is Tradition

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“Nothin’ much. I think I’ll poke around nearby towns, shake down some travelers - see what falls into my paws.”

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Barn,” Howdy says. He sweeps aggressively, spreading dirt more than gathering it into the usual neat piles. “Who knows if those ne'er-do-wells are still roaming around the woods - if you and Ed couldn’t take them, what makes you think you could alone? Or- or! What if you stumble across those cultists? I hate to think of you stuck in an ambush with no help coming, knowing fully well that-”

A large paw slips the broom out of his grip and sets it to the side, and Howdy stammers to a stop as Barnaby crowds him against the bar with a soft, “Howdy.”

Howdy swallows hard, bracketed on each side by strong blue arms. The look Barnaby fixes him with dries up his well of words and bristles his fuzz. Howdy’s heart hammers against his ribs. He can feel Barnaby’s body heat, and it’s lighting his blood on fire. 

“I’m not gonna be reckless, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Barnaby says. He barely needs to speak louder than a whisper for Howdy to hear him loud and clear. He smells like sweet smoke. “The other day was a one time deal, cross my heart. But, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll take someone with me. I’m sure Jules is itchin’ to get outta town.”

“What would really make me feel better is if you stay,” Howdy blurts, just barely reining in the with me. He tenses, knowing that he’s toeing a dangerous line. One wrong word, and he’ll make the unspoken spoken - but the stress drains out of him as Barn’s eyes go soft. Perhaps that wouldn’t be so bad. Of course there’s no reason to worry, not about this, not with him. There never has been.

“You know I can’t do that,” Barnaby murmurs. “Not yet.”

Howdy doesn’t need to say that he knows. Not for the first time and with any luck, not for the last, it clicks in his mind that they’re on the same page - he doesn’t need to be a telepath to understand the thoughts behind Barnaby’s dark eyes. 

Barnaby says it anyway. “I gotta get him back. I can’t… there’s no room for anythin’ else right now.”

Howdy sighs through his nose and slumps against the counter digging into the small of his back. He nods and adjusts the lapels of Barnaby’s vest. His fingers ghost over soft blue, and Barnaby doesn’t flinch at the contact. If anything, he leans the barest millimeter into it. His gaze burns into Howdy’s, even if they aren’t meeting at the moment, but it isn’t a bad feeling. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Well,” Howdy says in a low voice, “if you find a good lead, send for the rest of us. I’ll be there as fast as my four legs can scamper.”

Barnaby smirks. “Even if you need to take a boat?”

“Even so, Barn.”

The smirk slides into something that isn’t a frown, but isn’t a smile. It’s too soft for a grimace, but too intense for simple recognition. Barnaby seems to sway forward, and Howdy is sorely tempted to meet him halfway.  

But Barnaby’s claw taps the counter, and he pulls away before anyone’s mind can be made up. Howdy’s hands slip from his lapels, brushing against fur as they fall and knuckles skimming over the smooth, fresh scar cutting across Barnaby’s belly. 

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Barnaby says, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He squeezes Howdy’s shoulder and then his back is turned, and he’s leaving. All Howdy can do is watch. 

And call out after him, “Your table will be open and waiting for you.”

Barnaby pauses in the doorway and looks over his shoulder at Howdy, and his grin is so full of affection that Howdy may just burst. 

“With a free pint?” he asks.

“Hey now, don’t push your luck pal.”

Barnaby bursts out laughing, and Howdy can hear it even after the door thuds closed.