#i ate his head

[xx-sketchy-xx]

LOOOK, LOOK WHAT MY MOTHER MADE FROM CAKE. AAAAAAAAAA-

[cosmosnout]

Revelations.

[turtleblogatlast]

Every day I’m haunted by the fact the boys happily swim in sewer water

Even if it’s filtered somehow there’s no way it’s not still nasty 😭 Bet they can defeat any of their villains just by accidentally giving them diseases I swear

[noomimoomi]

Normal wednesday night with an obsessed god who always visits your dreams

Hey guys! This is an AU where Nika takes a “liking” to Koby! Made this with my friend @paper-lilypie !! Go check her out!!

[skywerse]

I had them for only a day, but they're the silliest ever

[cawcawmutterficker]

[andoutofharm]

the way patrick talks about the way pete thinks is so beautiful

[nonranghaes]

mentions: food + chris is implied to be slightly older than reader + mentions of reader having chubby cheeks.

sometimes your boyfriend simply chooses to be your biggest tormentor. exhibit a: he’s been teasing you about the (’cute’ in his words) way you eat strawberries for the past several minutes.

“i’m just saying!” he says with a laugh, watching you from the couch. “you’re just so cute about it!”

you still don’t get it, and he hasn’t elaborated in the slightest. you think it might be in the same way he finds his other friends closer to your age cute when they so much as breathe sometimes--like felix. then again, you’ve seen the way felix acts sometimes, and it is, indeed, cute. but all you’re doing is eating some strawberries you cut the tops off of, and you aren’t doing it any cuter than how a person normally eats strawberries. you’re literally just eating them. simple as that.

you pick up the bowl and move over to sit with him instead. “just try to explain.”

and he manages to quell his giggles as he hugs the pillow he’s been holding tighter against his chest. “okay,” he says. “you love strawberries.”

this is a fact. most people know it about you, but you’d say they’re probably your favorite fruit--or among the top of your list if nothing else.

“so you get this really cute look on your face when you eat a really good strawberry,” he says. “also... these,” he reach out, pinching one of your cheeks, and he chuckles again when you grimace. “automatically make you cute. it’s like when jisung eats and his cheeks puff out.”

you swat at his hand, “so you’re saying i look like a squirrel.”

“no!” he laughs, “i’m saying all of it just makes you... cuter.” he paws through the air until he catches your hand in his. “it’s like when you say i’m cute.”

“because you are!”

“i don’t get it--you say it when i’m not even doing anything!”

“because you’re cute!”

he giggles, pulling the bowl of strawberries aside as he ditches the pillow in favor for you. “then i guess,” he places the quickest peck against your lips, eyes crinkling as he smiles hard, “we just have to agree that we’re both cute.” 

even if you don’t get it... you think you can agree to that one.

[laidenbreecatchall]

It's been a good drawing day

(transcript under cut)

Character not pictured: "I'm cleaning your nasty ass hats"

Peng: "I feel so naked"

Messy silky black hat hair

Shachi: "Be gentle with them"

Sooour! (Based off Odas drawing of Laws reaction to eating Umeboshi)

(Next to a little doodle of myself) I feel grody

[bonebuckets]

The Magnus Protocol spoilers without context:

[snudootchaikovsky]

PRESENTING THE LEBIHAN FANART MY MOTHER MADE INTO HER PFP FOR KAKAOTALK <3

THIS IS LIKE A YEAR OLD LMAO

[choctalksalot]

semi-old doodle comic from a few months ago: ult dirk dora the exploraing his ex-husband's ship

he explora too far

sequel-prequel to this

[ratcandy]

nobody look at me for a minute

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Richarlyson is still here. It is only that knowledge that drives Pac from bed in the morning, shoving a knife he remembers Mike sharpening where his wrench should go, and his axe over his back. He has already lost Mike; he will not also loose their son.

It should be Cellbit's turn to take care of Richars; Pac should tell him what happened last night.

Pac is not sure that he can.

Cellbit - Cell - without Mike present... Pac will not use their child as a shield. He will be brave, he will be strong, he will deal with the ache in his missing leg and the tension in his spine if it will save his companion.

But that is for later. First, he must feed Richarlyson. He does not think he himself can stomach food, but that is no reason for his son to go without.

At every noise his fingers trace the knife, more than ready to fling it into the first sign of danger, the first thing that might take what little is left away from him.

The noise is only his son, sprinting downstairs after he saw the empty bed, and clinging to Pac's legs.

"I'm sorry, Richars," he manages to say. "I didn't mean to scare you."

The shake of Richarlyson makes could mean many things; Pac pats the top of his hat, and goes back to measuring out a glass of juice.

There is no need to be exact when measuring a glass of juice.

Pac finds comfort in it anyway.

Food is placed down for Richarlyson, who continues to look expectantly at Pac.

"Yes?" he asks, knowing too well how much is wrong - there's no need to ask that.

Mike isn't here, Mike is gone, he should be out there looking, searching, fighting for him just as Mike surely did for him, but-

But the only lead Pac has is to the void. And Mike would never forgive him if he threw himself recklessly in.

So what he needs instead is someone he trusts, and a very long rope.

(Who would he trust enough for that? Not Cellbit, perhaps Forever but then Mike was worried..., Felps? Wouldn't be there. Fit? Would Fit even care?)

Richarlyson hits Pac's leg, jarring him back to the present. He is pointed to look at a sign, in his dear son's blue.

'Where is your breakfast?' it asks.

Pac cannot say he is not eating, he cannot do it to the egg, he cannot scare him even more than he must be scared. Pac must be strong for Mike, for Richarlyson - once Cellbit has their son he can worry about these things, for now... For now he must make sure that Richars will stay okay.

"I'll just go get it," Pac says. "We got up a little late, so I wanted to make sure you'd have yours in time for Cellbit to pick you up."

It's a weak lie, and they both know it.

Pac escapes to fetch himself something before he can be called out on it.

He hears the sound of someone entering the labs and tenses. He abandons the fruit knife in favour of his weapons waiting one moment, and a second, before hearing Cellbit call out a greeting from a few rooms away.

"Just having breakfast!" Pac calls.

He abandons the rest of the fruit - he does not think he could eat it anyway - and darts back to join Richarlyson on the sofa.

As soon as he sits down his son shuffles into his side, clinging tight, pressing close. Pac puts his fruit bowl on his lap, and uses his freed up hand to hold his boy.

They have a minute, maybe two, in which Pac manages half of a slice of apple and three raisins, while Richarlyson finishes his juice but not his food, before Cellbit finds them.

"Pac, Richars!" he calls. "Good morning!"

Neither of them answer; Pac's fingers just tighten around Richarlyson.

He sees Cellbit pause, reassess, look at Pac's fingers, his weapons, his eyes, and watches his expression fall.

And then he watches Cellbit glance around the room, looking for someone they all already know he won't find.

"Pac? Where's Mike?"

Richarlyson's bowl of fruit falls to the floor, splintering into a hundred parts; Pac dives to catch it, and only succeeds in dislodging his too.

The angles are all wrong; his prosthetic gives beneath him and Pac, too, is left sat in a pile of broken crockery and ruined fruit. He knows Cellbit is saying something, and that Richarlyson is panicking, but all he can do is look at the floor and see the blood slowly leaking from his hands, his leg, his-

Hands touch him.

Pac slaps them away, taking a shaking breath, and then another. He refuses the hands as he pulls himself up, not quite finding strength to stand, but managing to get himself back onto the sofa none the less.

"Pac...?" Cellbit is now holding Richarlyson.

It does not help the panic, but Pac swallows it none the less.

"Richars?" Cellbit says instead. "Go find Roier, please. Let him know what's happening, and stay with him today, okay? He should be at the castle."

Richarlyson hesitates, even after Pac nods his agreement to the plan. Roier is not stupid. He will understand.

Cellbit waits for Richarlyson to have left before he turns on Pac. There is a clear struggle in his eyes.

"They took him, didn't they?"

It did not look like a Federation building, but Cellbit will see that for himself soon enough; Pac nods.

"... I'll go get a broom and some bandages."

And then Cellbit, too, is gone.

Pac knows he only has a few moments to collect himself, and knows this is the best plan: Cellbit has proven time and again that he can be trusted with them, and so too has he proven himself the best to deal with the strange problems of the island.

All Pac has to do is trust him.

And for Mike? There is nothing that Pac would not do.

[justafriendofxanders]

my hot take (not in a condescending way) is that lindsey's obsession with darla is not "actually" about angel, by which i mean that his obsession with angel is ALSO not actually about angel. i think both represent ways of coping with an inferiority complex that requires impossible figures -- an unattainable object, an insurmountable obstacle -- that externalize interior feelings of shame and inferiority, the point being that he CAN'T ever beat angel or "get" darla.

that being said, i DO think lindsey has a weird psychosexual obsession with angel. i DO think he would benefit from a healthy bdsm relationship, but i DON'T think it should be with angel, not because angel couldn't do it but because he shouldn't, because angel does actually look down on him for real. i mean i DO think lindsey would get off on that. not because he should. but he would.

mostly the only situation i see angel fucking lindsey is if he was REALLY down in the dumps about something and felt isolated from the rest of his support system, a la buffy s6. at which point the relationship would be about proving to each other that angel's not AS evil as lindsey but also that, by "using" him, angel has ~evil~ within him too. eventually lindsey would pick up on the fact that angel was doing this out of self-loathing and engage in psychosexual warfare where he realizes he can't "beat" angel by overpowering him, but he can humiliate him for fucking him. like i think the worst thing lindsey could say to angel would be the acknowledgment that he can't ever surpass him, because angel is just that much more evil than lindsey could ever hope to be. the levels of self-destructive hatesex would be off the charts, and actually, when i put it that way,

[pipartuuli]

33 year old Italian man