#idgit

[patemi-pk]

I was looking for it in higher quality, and here it is.

Always forgetting that Emil is supposed to be brown (is he?).

[hellsgreatest]

everyone is making jokes about today.

You do realize that 4 years ago, CASTIEL ANGEL OF THE LORD DIED. DIED. you sick sons of bitches… smh.

oh yeah and Dean lost the love of his life. Then promptly died the next day.

4 years since we lost the it couple. smh

[deanstryker]

Bobby & His Idjits for Devin. My edit

[local-meme-lord]

Okay, I know it is supposed to be spooky season, but I need to share this on my main.because it both the most cute yet weirdest illustration from a purly in universe pov and I always remember it around this time.

Okay, this is it. On the surface, it's a very cute villain chirstmas get together.

But then you realize despite Donald being the warden, most of these guys are from Mickey universe even the lesser known ones [even catnip despite him being more of a bully than a harden criminal) . And for some reason Megavolt is only darkwing villain there.

Then you see Eil having a crush on Clarabelle, which is simply not the case, as he's merely using her.

And also Scuttle pushing Vulter.

Scuttle pushing freaking Vulter!

And yeah, the more you think about it the more it get weird. Especially with Jimmy just vibing on a gift

[hornymotionalcookie]

I Want You to Want Me Too

I Want You by Marvin Gaye is such a sexy song, right. The percussion in the opening and the moaning, ugh! So good.

And the first I heard t maybe 3yrs ago, I immediately envisioned a hip swaying Sam unknowingly capturing the heated gaze of one newly acquired super soldier roommate. It's a tale of mutual pining idgits both puzzling over the song.

Sam hears it one day while working out and in a moment of wanting to share the good stuff with Bucky who doesn't show enough appreciation fer Marvin as he should, freezes thinking about the lyrical content. Hell, the title alone is enough to be read into all kindsa ways. Then there's the realization of wanting more and the question of how does he move forward with the newfound feelings.

Bucky's driven to identify the song that has Sam swaying the way he does, humming along to it, never once uttering a single lyric. It's his new mission in life to find the name of the song and the reason why Sam seems to only hum it around him.

Some humor and shared epiphanies happen. I actually have a bit of this down, and like a few thousand words of unpolished notes. But here's a lil of the intro below the cut.

Sam stood at the edge of the dock staring across the water as the day faded. It had been beyond a good day. The perfect way to end it was staring as the sunset painted over the blue of the sky with streaks of purple, orange and pink. His stomach and heart were both full to bursting, relishing in a sense of rightness he hadn’t felt since he’d been given the shield and all the responsibility tied to it.

But today he was allowed to be himself, in his element amongst his people. Every time he turned around, a hefty plate or a full cup was handed to him, keeping him enveloped in his celebration. The gifter shared a story of Sam in his youth, pride in how far he’s come evident in their every word.

His current trip down memory lane was courtesy of Mr. Fredericks, Carlos’ cousin who owned the local gym.

"Y'know we had a pool going down there for when your body would catch up with that big head of yours! Your growth spurt that summer after your 15th birthday caught us all off guard. Not a soul won the pot. We just ended up throwing it into getting some new mats and weights for the new batch of you youngbloods coming in to put in a little time, trynna impress your summer sweethearts."

Sam smiled and cackled along with the good natured ribbing. He remembers that summer fondly, his shooting up to match Deon in height finally. It didn't last long, but for a few months, they were neck and neck.

“Y'know, we all gotta do our part to get this world back in order, Sam. And if the least I can do is help keep one of Delacroix’s finest stay in tip top shape to kick butt out there, so be it. Come on down anytime you need to use it, no charge. Gone head and extend the invite to your sister, those ever growing nephews of yours and your boy - that is if he ever gets tired of showing off lifting random objects ‘round here.” He gave Sam’s shoulder a light squeeze, a big smile stretched wide across his face. It was another one of many encounters that truly warmed Sam’s insides. He appreciated how down here he was always gonna be one of Delacroix’s sons first before he was Captain America.

“Thank you, sir. I will most definitely take you up on that one of these days, especially if while I’m down here y’all are gonna keep plying us with this good food, ‘less I plan on belly bumping the bad guys into submission.” He patted his hand across his food baby pudge, born from a mix of seafood galore, coleslaw, French fries and all the other side dishes that smelled and tasted like home.

There was also booze aplenty, beer, hard ciders, wine, jungle juice and other cocktails he had no clue of the ingredients other than alcohol.

And then sometime later, Bucky's intro piece...

After giving what peace he could to Yuri for his son and thanking Dr. Raynor for her help, he had no ties, no obligations holding him to Brooklyn anymore. It hadn’t felt like home in a long time anyways with Steve and everyone he loved from before being long gone. Now felt like the best time to make a new home in a place of his choosing with the people he wanted to be around.

And so it was no surprise that his impromptu road trip ended one late afternoon into early evening, some 1300+ miles in and six states later, in Delacroix, everything he owned in the duffel strapped to his back as he parked his bike next to Sam's pickup in the Wilson driveway.

Walking the bike up the drive hadn't hushed his approach and in minutes, he'd been lovingly swarmed by two eager young faces excitedly letting Bucky know he was just in time for dinner. Cass and AJ tethered themselves to an arm each, urging him inside to a feast of shrimp po’boys and homemade fries.

The older set of Wilson siblings stood on the porch chuckling at the excitement of AJ & Cass in welcoming back their favorite human jungle gym back. Sam’s smile competed with his mock glare at being adored by his nephews to which Bucky only shot back a face splitting grin.

“Hey Sam! Hi, Sarah.” Bucky greeted turning to each as he neared the stairs.

"Okay, y’all, let Bucky get through the door, huh? Super soldier equilibrium can only withstand y’alls excitement for so long. Besides, can’t have him face-planting without having a camera handy.” Sam clapped a hand over Buck’s right shoulder as they all moved inside, Sarah behind the boys and Sam bringing up the rear.

“For a second there, I almost thought you cared, Sam.”

“Of course I care, Buck. I care that I haven’t added anything else to your blooper reel since you jumped outta that plane sans parachute. Footage is seriously lacking.”

“One, I thought we agreed we weren’t gonna talk about that. And, two, I’m flattered you spend your free time watching videos of me, Sam, truly.” He threw a saucy wink back at Sam.

Sam spluttered but before he could quip back, Sarah cut him off with a roll of her eyes, “Alright, boys, big and small, hands washed and set the table, please. Welcome back, Buck. We’re always glad to have you.”

“Sarah, you can’t just say that to people. You’re gonna mess around and make them feel welcomed!”

“Yeah, ok, sure, Samuel. Act as if you weren’t looking all lost and dejected at dinner after you watched Buck walk up the drive to his cab last time he was here.”

“Aww, Samuel. Is that why you want more recordings of me, to fill those lonely nights? I’m so touched.”

“Firstly, shut up, Buck. Secondly, Sarah—absolutely, positively wrong. I realized the thief made off with my favorite red Henley when he left, but we'd just had a bonding moment. I didn't want to immediately ruin it by calling him a thief.” Bucky scoffed, “And lastly, does the sibling code of secrecy mean nothing to you?”

“Sam, if you don’t hush and finish helping the actual children set the table so we can eat, I swear!”

[zerogravityinq]

i need someone to explain the bat panties outside of it being a stylistic choice. Like why? I mean yeah, they are cunty but like what is the tactical reason???? because if he wanted it to blend in with the costume wouldn't it make more sense to make the pants [trousers] black and the top gray with a yellow bat symbol on it? like make it make sense Bruce. Is it just to draw the eye to the batussy????

[memelordotherblog]

I wonder what the fuck three were talking about before Mickey charged in

Full image for reference

[whatever-lmaoo]

I think it would be a cool experiment to have all content creators not post anything for 2 weeks and see how all of the rude people feel about it

[stimulantz]

Girlfriend in a Coma / Mojo Nixon

[horrifichaunts]

@fxntimxmusex asked: "Are you out of your fucking mind?" ⊱ For Bigger Body Dogday with my Bigger Body Bubba ⊰

“Given we needed these supplies, no I'd say by some miracle I’m still somehow completely sane despite the circumstances.”

Did he get the shit beat out of him? Yes. But he’d deal with a tidal wave of nightmare critters sent by the Doctor if it meant helping his friends and Safe Haven survive another day. Still stings though, makeshift bandages wrapped tightly on his arms and legs.

[measuresderepo]

Finally someone talks about it.

Watching all those people JUST NOW discovering the beauty of Will Poulter is fvckin hysterical.

Don’t get me wrong, I am PSYCHED that this has happened for him. It’s HUGE, an incredible opportunity, and he deserves it 10000% percent.

But, uhm… where were y’all before? Weren’t you the ones calling him “Sid” and “eyebrow guy” for years? Where were you when he was freaking adorable in Narnia and We’re the Millers? Where were you when he was already hot as hell in TMR? Where were you when he was MAGNIFICENT in TDC? Where were you when he was in Bandersnatch? Oh wait don’t remind me you were bullying him for being ugly and chasing him off social media

But now that he’s in Marvel, of course they decide to take a better look.

No, there was no “glow-up”. He’s always been gorgeous, unbelievably talented, and overall an amazing person. People just ignored it until Marvel didn’t.

[paceparkergirl]

[local-meme-lord]

I'm short so I can make this

Rainbow capitalism.

The gay person is me wjnsn

[athenamikaelson]

WITS NOVELLA STORY #1

A/N- This takes place in Chapter 20 when Theo and Klaus meet for the first time and Theo throws a stick at him. This is short and unedited but I’m sick, so bare with me. Warnings-swearing, blood 

Word Count- 1k

THEO’S POV-

“Theo! Hold the fuck on, you dumbass,” My sister’s voice makes me halt and stare at her in shock. 

Is this hoe serious?????!!!!

“What the fuck are you doing,” I yell at her and I feel my eye twitch as I look from my sister to the stray staring up at us. 

“He’s not going to hurt us… at least he wasn’t until you threw a fucking twig at his head,” Y/n says and I don’t miss the small smile that comes onto her face when she looks down at the MUTT glaring up at us while holding the huge tree-branch I threw at him to protect my sister. I almost faint when I hear my sister giggle. 

SHE’S FUCKING GIGGLING!? WHY IS SHE GIGGLING? I mean I’m glad my sister is laughing…she doesn’t laugh much. Well, she does when she is with me, but like…I’m me. He’s…a thing! 

“Luv, I know I made a promise about not hurting him, but I think I might have to break that,” The rabid one growls I glare at him and act like I’m not scared, but before the thing can see me, Y/n stands in front of me.  

“You’ll have to kill me first.”

My sister’s threat makes the gremlin in front of us go quiet. I look over my sister’s shoulder and look between the thing and my sister. Where my sister has a harsh glare on her face, the thing just stares blankly at her. My sister is still glaring at him, but I see something shift in his gaze. He still looks annoyed but as his head tilts slightly, it’s almost as if he’s enjoying her staring at him. And then his eyes soften. 

Not on my watch. 

“This sexual tension is freaking me out,” I say sarcastically hoping it’ll freak my sister out and get her away from this pervert. 

“Shut up, Theo!”

“Oh, let the boy continue.”

The smirk on the idiot's face makes me want to barf on him. I grasp my sister’s hand and pull her over to me slightly. She turns over her shoulder, sends me a small smile, and squeezes my hand. 

Ya, woman, that’s nice and all but let’s get the fucking house already. 

“He hurt you, Y/n,” I glare at the demon.

“Did not,” He dismisses. 

This bitch, “Did too!”

“Did no-”

“Jesus Christ, stop you two! Theo, it was Stefan who hurt me. Klaus actually…helped me. I guess.”

My sister’s words have me pausing. Stefan did this to her? Welp, looks like I got to add Vampire Hunter to my resume. 

“Stefan did this to you,” As she nods I feel a wave of anger rush over me, “Fine. Then grab that stick we’re going to go stab Stefan instead.”

I walk past my sister and begin to hop down the steps. Idgit raises the stick for me to take and I nod at him. 

“I’ll join you, mate.”

If I were a better person, I would decline his offer since I’ve heard just how bad this guy is from Jeremy. But, when it comes to getting back at the people who hurt my sister, I’m fine with not being a good person. 

I get to the last step when I feel a tug on the blanket I’m wearing.

“Theo go back inside. Now.”

My sister glares at me and I go to argue but her expression turns to one of slight pain. My gaze goes up the dried blood on her forehead and I feel a wave of shame flow through me. 

I turn back toward the pain in my side and point my fingers at him in an “I’m watching you way” and I’m surprised he doesn't growl at me. I give a final look at my sister before going back into the house. 

I quickly run towards the living window and hide behind the curtain as I watch them. No way in hell am I leaving my sister unchaperoned. 

I watch as Klaus stares hopelessly at my sister and I roll my eyes. Make it any more obvious would you, Dip Shit. Of course, out of all the suitors in the world, my sister had to get this asshole to be all googly-eyed for her. I mean my sister’s pretty and all, I mean she’s related to me, of course, she’s beautiful, but come on Y/n, seriously, him?!

I see my sister start wringing out her hands, an anxious tic I know she has, and I roll my eyes again. 

For fucks sake.

My sister turns her head away from the devil’s eyes, shyly. Jesus how are we related… I’ve really got to teach her how to flirt…I mean not with this douchebag… but someone, in the VERY distant future. 

—-

I tighten my blanket around myself as I glare at my sister, “You kissed him!?”

My sister has the audacity to shake her head at me, “Technically he kissed me.”

My eye twitches, “Nuh-uh, you kissed him back!”

My sister's face showcases a look of shame, “You can’t tell anyone, Theo. Seriously. Not Jeremy, or Elena, or anyone.”

“Why not?”

It takes only a moment for me to realize what I just asked. Oh ya, scary hybrid. 

“Oh, ya. Crazy Pyshco that killed your best friend and is harassing all your friends now. Ya, secrets safe with me,” I say sarcastically while nodding. 

My sister grabs my hand, “Theo I’m serious.”

I squeeze her hand back, “I promise. Sibling pact and shit….Also,” I smirk, “Was it good?”

My oh-so-innocent sister frowns, “Was what good?”

This bitch…

“The kiss.”

My sister smiles and I raise my eyebrows, and then she raises her hand and I flicnhcas she hits me in the head.

I step back and cover my hair, “Ow, woman. Don’t be putting your filthy hands on my precious hair.”

My sister smirks, “Your greasy hair.”

Oh HELL NO.

“How dare you! It’s not greasy,” I run over to the mirror in the hall and look at my hair. See totally not-oh shit. It must’ve been that new hair gel I tried! I throw off the comforter I’m wearing and run down the hallway and into the bathroom. 

[mentally-a-tree]

Warning: Anything you say can and will remind me of supernatural.

I HOPE YOUR APPLE PIE WAS FRICKING WORTH IT!

You gotta go be gay for that poor dead intern.

Noboby in the history of torture has been tortured with the torture like the torture you're going to be tortured with.

Suck dirt and die, Rufus.

I wish I didn't feel a damn thing.

Do I look like a ditch-able prom date to you?

Family don't end in blood, boy.

And I You, Sam.. the boy with the demon blood.

He's baby driver.

I've got... genital herpes.

You're not doctor sexy!

Close encounter, close encounter!

...Nipples?

Fight the fries! You fight those fries, Sammy. FIGHT THE FARIES!

Did you just molotov my brother with holy fire?

You exploded Jofyel. Or did Jofyel explode himself?

I'm back, baby!

They ate my tailor!

You don't know what it's like to be human!

I just want to be loved. I deserve to he loved!

House rules Sammy, driver pick the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to castiel to get his feathery ass down here.

I need you... I need you Cass.

I've always wanted to punch the devil in the face.

We've got work to do.

Balls!

Idgits.

Pudding!

I'll interrogate the cat.

Well, that's great, because without your powers, you're basically just a baby in a trench coat.

You really gotta stop calling yourself the- meat man.. it doesn't mean what you think it does.

...it was yummy.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... That was scary.

Dean, what do you think you're doing? This is a very serious investigation. We don't have any time for your blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah. BLAH!

I'm so proud of us.

I lost my shoe.

Don't you dare think that for a second that there is anything in this world that I would trade you for.

Well... maybe you are crazy. Well, you were crazy before, but maybe you finally cracked.

Son of a bitch!

Well, of course I was manipulating you.

Ready to play a game, bitches?

Hey, bitches.

I like your hair, it's so... bouncy. Why, thank you. Do we have to fix him? Rowena. Oh, Samuel.

Here, play with this.

I torture my friends, it's how I show affection.

Mr. Fizzles can tell when you're being a liarrr. Mr. Fizzles is gonna go where the sun don't shine!

My people used to worship a rock in the shape of a penis.

I'm two...twenty...two... I'm twenty-two.

I watch the bees.

He showed up on my car. Naked. Covered in bees.

Dude, you fugly.

Ugh, you bitch! Oh, my. Looks like someone owes a nickle to the swear jar. You know, when I feel like swearing, I say fudge. Yeah, I'll try to remember that. *two seconds later* You fudging touch me again, I'll fudging kill you!

You shot me.

I killed Hitler.

Jesus Christ! No, I'm Castiel.

I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

I'm not supposed to laugh, right?

Hey, do you hear that bomb..?

I need to check your temperature. Nope. That's not happening.

I need you to let me touch it.

Oh you shake it up, baby.

Are we talking about... the sex?

Did you kiss him? What!? Just wondering..... NO! *cough cough* Why'd you take a picture? Why'd you use tongue?

Give me the baby before I stab you in the neck.

Yeah, well, people might not be too happy when he turns Asian.

He was my gay thing.

[memelordotherblog]

Girls want one thing and it the villains hanging out and scheming together. It's me, I'm Girls.

Also someone please save Bucth.