#idk burton's :_:

[rivers-for-me]

You are sunlight through a window, in which I stand in, warmed.

-Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist

[psychicpinenut]

my favorite moments in every psych episode 7/124

S01E07 - Who Ya Gonna Call

[adaricruz]

the candy man can

[larsnicklas]

you'd never guess, but this man has a goal and a primary assist in a 2-1 win tonight

[thegroundhogdidit]

the reason we know fandom wiki isn't accurate is because it straight up said that gus isn't just as weird as shawn, he just goes along with the antics. fuck right off. he's just as weird IF NOT WEIRDER than shawn. yes he's the "responsible one" but having a job isn't mutually exclusive with being batshit. gus is Weird and Strange and his idea of a good superhero is a guy who tap dances and throws sand in people's eyes

[foxprints]

As with most of my other Murderbot art, there's a long headcanon that goes along with this piece. This one can be summed up as: ART has an unexpectedly difficult time performing system maintenance on its engines using its repair drones after the alien synthetic incident. Murderbot steps in to help out and then continues to periodically help out because they both find that time together soothing.

[xofemeraldstars]

ARE THEY HYPOXIC ??

[winnieinthemeadow]

there is no way in HELL enid wasn’t gay. i’m sorry they did not have her mom try to send her to “werewolf conversion therapy” and drop the fact that she’s from SAN FRANCISCO to have her not date wednesday

[lenreli]

[mqrsss]

wilbur study from the sorry boys ch3 trailer :p

[dogboy-mustaine]

time for the metallica lore dump :)

[anxious-alastor]

May I Have This Dance? ||Pt. 1|| Albert Wesker x Fem! Reader

"Why are people so stupid." You groaned as you and your team returned to the STARS office of the Raccoon City Police Department.

"You seem cheery." Jill commented as she put away her outer layer of protective gear and harnesses.

"Yeah. Responding to a chemical threat and finding two idiots who couldn't bother to read a label is just peachy." You huffed as you closed your locker a little too hard.

"Is something wrong, Doctor?"

You whirled around to see Captain Albert Wesker standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed and his usual harsh expression seemed softer than usual as your frustration ebbed away.

"U-uh. No sir, Captain Wesker."

"Let's not go slamming doors then."

You opened your mouth to respond but he had already walked off. You looked at Jill who shrugged and shook her head. Another growl of frustration left you before you sat down at your desk to fill out the required paperwork.

***

Time flew by fast as you worked, before you knew it you were done and everyone had begun to pack up and leave. On your way out, something in your brain switched and you began noticing things.

Chris and Barry had been incoherent until you heard Barry say, "So are you excited for the Banquet?"

Your legs stopped moving as you thought hard to process what was said. Wasn't the banquet for another week?

There was another whisper from Rebecca to Jill that you managed to catch as they brushed past you.

"Have you got a new dress?"

The RPD Banquet. The special event hosted by the city for the Police Department to thank them for their work, to get cozy with donors, and to show off to other notable guests. You hated wearing formal clothes, especially the kind they'd expect you and your other coworkers to wear. Chief Irons had an especially strict dress code for the entire station. Of course you had pushed it out of your mind until now.

"Hey Jill wait—" You grabbed her shoulder before she got too far.

The brunette turned to you, intrigued and concerned by the sudden grab and the shift of color in your face.

"Something wrong? You look like you're in trouble."

"I guess you could say that," You glanced around, "Is the banquet tonight?"

She grinned sympathetically, "Yeah it is, you forgot didn't you?"

"Of course I did. And I don't have a dress."

"What happened to the one you wore last year?"

"I rented that one." You sighed softly, "Maybe I'll have to back out..."

"If you think that's best." She offered a pat on your shoulder before returning to her conversation with Rebecca.

You just sighed to yourself before disappearing off to your apartment.

***

You had settled on your bed after having taken a shower. Comfy in pjs and wrapped in your blanket, you were barely aware of some strange baking show as you wondered about the event taking place about an hour from now. Guilt simmered just below your chest as you thought about what you might've cost the Chief in donations.

Then your phone rang. You quickly dug around your blanket, slightly panicked as you weren't expecting a call and had allowed your cellphone to be engulfed by the soft fabric. It was around the fourth ring when you finally answered it.

"Why aren't you here?" It was Wesker.

"I uh... don't have anything to wear."

"You aren't coming to the most important night for the entire department because you don't have anything to wear?"

You felt your face grow hot with embarrassment as you stuttered into the phone.

There was a pause, a long excruciating pause that was only broken as he drew in and let out a sigh.

"I don't accept this. Get ready, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"What—" You began but the call had disconnected.

You stared at your phone for a good minute before scrambling out of bed and attempting to not rush through your makeup. Even if it were a simple look, you didn't want it to seem sloppy.

You hovered around your hair for a moment before you heard the knocking at your door. With some hesitation, and after peeking through the peephole, you opened it to see your captain holding an opaque garment bag. You couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses as he offered it to you, but you swear you could see his cheeks get slightly pink.

You took it, glancing at him warily, "Do you want to come in?"

"I'll wait out here."

You just nodded before closing the door and quickly returning to your room.

Upon opening the dress you found that it was rather unique to you. It hugged you in all the right places and draped where it needed to, and it stopped at the length you felt most comfortable with. The only thing not tailored to your comfort was the color scheme. Black lace covered the deep crimson fabric that felt soft against your skin.

You admired the dress for a moment before deciding to add some dark red to your makeup look to compliment the colors. You then slipped into some heels and met your captain outside.

"I need you to zip it. I can't reach." Your voice was breathless and a little uneven.

He chuckled softly and placed one hand against your lower back while the other pulled up the zipper. He then led you to a limousine that he had hired.

***

It felt like the world finally slowed down as you settled onto the leather seat across from your captain. You hadn't noticed his outfit entirely until now. It matched yours perfectly—his was elegant and yet much more moody. It was hard to suppress a giggle as you realized how perfectly that described the man across from you.

"Something funny?" He tilted his head towards you.

You shook your head quickly, glancing out the window to avoid his gaze.

"How come you went through all the trouble just to get me to the Banquet? How did you get this dress so quickly?" You had so many questions.

"It's the most important event of the year according to Chief Irons. It was no trouble at all really." He paused as if deciding on his words. "I had a tailor design and make the dress a couple weeks ago. You seemed to be drowning in work."

"And my sizing?"

"Based off the size of your gear in your locker."

It seemed reasonable enough, though still very strange. You couldn't be too upset though since you'd be able to attend the banquet and not get teased for lack of attendance the next day.

Silence fell in the space until you reached the venue where the roar of chatter was a gentle rumble from outside. Your chauffeur parked and opened the door for the both of you. Wesker stepped out then offered you his hand which you took gratefully as you bowed out of the vehicle.

There were some people outside, not necessarily for you or your Captain but for the donors. Some of Raccoon city's biggest celebrities were attending and everyone wanted to see.

"Keep your chin up." Wesker spoke softly, something unusual for him as he wrapped your arm around his.

Your head had been tilted down, eyes preferring the ground rather than those who might be looking at you. Upon registering his words you lifted your head, faintly blushing as you tried to keep your eyes forward. Your hand gripped his arm tight as he led you into the venue.

All eyes were on you.

[wonkastarshine]

I am G A G G E D

[coachbeards]

shawn, gus, lassiter, and juliet....the psych polycule

[little-cereal-draws]

This idea was too funny, I had to draw it

Tags from @transfemmbeatrice Original art template from @animelionessmika

[zedortoo]

adventures of Scott "I'm not a homosexual" Stick