#it was gut reaction

[can-we-die-now]

AK: does anyone have a cuboidal object?

bee: *points at eagle*

[hampop]

*let’s do favorite OC, not primary. I’m sleep deprived sorry lads.

[lioa7]

The satanist sheep and the weird cat pulled me out of art block

[wistfulwatcher]

[feelingtheaster99]

The fact that person burns his blue candy as an offering to his mom to tell her that he thinks he’s made real friends is HEARTBREAKING on so many levels:

Right now, he thinks she’s dead. This is him reassuring her spirit that he’ll be okay

He’s talking about LUKE. He’s saying Luke is one of his first true friends, when we all know that this feeling of true friendship will only end in betrayal

[clarkgriffon]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 6x19 | “Seeing Red” 

[maalidoesart]

when your mentor forces you and your rival to take silly little pictures together

bonus:

[artctrlcee]

/SHOUT: "Get behind the ice, get behind the ice!!"

[manhattan-gamestop]

Ok debate time

[agir1ukn0w]

love how what made me hate snow in the original thg trilogy was all the atrocities, but what made me hate him in tbosas was the fact that he doesn't get poetry and hates ghost stories, like what a fucking philistine

[brainrotcharacters]

Good night to the way Logan grinned up at Wade in that Honda

[lineffability]

y'know it IS possible to take the final fifteen at emotional face value and STILL believe there's more going on than the immediately obvious. it IS possible to say that aziraphale knew he was essentially being threatened and didn't have a choice but to accept the offer and STILL believe the devastation and heartbreak (and the desire to take crowley with him!) was real. it IS possible to acknowledge that he did look nervously sideways multiple times during their conversation because he was scared of crowley's confession being overheard and STILL believe what was being spoken by both of them was the raw and vulnerable truth. it IS possible to understand that making crowley an angel again was perceived as restorative justice in aziraphale's eyes (and that his entire brain was fried the moment this offer was suddenly on the table) and STILL believe him thinking this was a viable solution was utterly misguided and inappropriate and hurtful towards crowley. it IS possible to say that there are many layers to this scene and STILL believe that none of it was acted or fake or a ploy. etc etc etc

[ahappydnp]

overdosing on yaoi cocaine? what about having to self regulate every time dan and phil open their mouths

[prismaticpichu]

I love this whole exchange so frigging much. Zack is yet to understand Sephiroth’s motives and moral compass, the almost hate-filled look in his eyes a reflection of how he still holds a whole bunch of rancor towards him from their disagreement in Wutai, glaring at the older man as if he can’t ever believed he ever respected him or even dared to hail him as a hero.

Only for Sephiroth to reveal later that he’s sacrificing his allegiance in order to keep Angeal, the very person Zack thought he was giving up on, alive and safe from ShinRa’s erasure.

“Fail to eliminate them.”

And it’s at that moment where, despite the simmers of bitterness and tension that still boil between them, Zack sees something in Sephiroth that he never saw before.

Not a hero.

Not a First Class SOLDIER.

But a loyal, loyal friend.

[haunted-xander]

I think Ryne would have a kinda skewed sense of what's normal. Like, she may technically know what's "normal" for most people, but what's normal for her is way different. She's raised by two men who are both Weird, only one of which can even pretend to be normal (and like hell Thancred bothered with that while on the run with Ryne lol)

Ryne thinks that talking circles round pixies is common knowledge from her many stays in Il Mheg. It is not. She also thinks knowing how to and being able to stomach skinning and gutting animals for food is normal. It's certainly more common, but unless you're a hunter it absolutely does not come as easily. Being able to walk and run around quietly is something she technically knows is unusual, but since her company has mainly consisted of a professional spy and a man who barely leaves home she tends to forget that most people can't do that.

I can't come up with anymore atm but. Ryne should get to be just a little weird(er) I think

[afewproblems]

I just got a tattoo done and was thinking about all of the before and after care instructions they gave me and how older Eddie would have possibly reacted to the list of things he would need to do or items to purchase for a new addition to his sleeve.

The artist reaches out to Eddie years after corroded coffin makes it big. She's fairly well known as a minor celebrity herself in the tattoo and body modification space in LA, so when she contacts Eddie's agent about offering a new piece for his eclectic sleeve he checks out her portfolio and is immediately sold.

She sends him the idea and he signs off on it right away and before they know it, he and Steve are on a plane from Chicago to Los Angeles.

It isn't until it's done, and the second skin is placed over the piece, smoothed out to ensure no bubbling, that Eddie balks at the secondary list of steps he needs to take.

The artist taps out the instruction email on her phone, hitting send with a dimpled grin before reaching out to shake his hand and Steve's, thanking them for being such great new clients. She asks Steve if he would be interested in a piece at some point, to which he smiles politely and shakes his head.

Steve has never been into tattoos for himself, though he's always gone to great lengths to admire and kiss each piece on Eddie's body.

Eddie half listens as they continue to chat, pulling out his phone to review the email she sent him.

"Ensure that you leave the second skin on for three to five days and upon its removal (see removal instructions on page two)..."

Eddie has to stop himself from rolling his eyes right then and there. It's not as though this is his first ever tattoo, he's been getting ink since before this girl was even born.

He winces at the thought, reminding himself that just because she's young doesn't mean she doesn't know her shit, and she clearly does. He shakes his head and nods when Steve says goodbye for them and they make their way to the elevator.

"Okay, what's with the face?" Steve asks quietly as soon as the door closes.

Eddie sighs and folds his arms over his chest, careful not to bump the now tender area on his forearm.

"You look like you swallowed a lemon, spill," he reaches out for Eddie's shoulder, his warm hazel eyes, now lined with gentle wrinkles at the edges search his face, "do you not like it?"

Eddie barks out a laugh, "it's probably one of the nicest ones in the whole collection, no Stevie, it's not that".

Steve raises his eyebrow now and just looks at Eddie until the elevator dings and the doors open before them.

God Dammit.

He loves and hates this ability, that Steve knows Eddie will crack eventually if he just waits long enough.

"Fine!" Eddie sighs as they make their way back to the hotel.

It's gorgeous out, nothing like the weather back home right now, the palm trees lining the streets and the twinkling fairy lights on every corner gives the area an almost magical feel, despite the bustling pedestrians packing the sidewalks.

"It's a little weird all the instructions," Eddie says eventually. He speaks slowly, doing his best to articulate exactly what he feels.

Steve nods, though the confused pinch between his brow doesn't quite fade.

"And I've been getting these done since it eighties, Steve, it's just a little--"

Eddie growls and tugs on his hair in frustration, "I don't want to be shitty".

Steve shrugs and loops his arm around Eddie's small waist, tugging him closer.

"Be shitty, you know I love it," he grins and lifts his free hand to remove Eddie's from his hair, "what about the instructions made you upset?"

"It's like I'm being talked down to," Eddie says with a frown, "I got a stick and poke from Jeff in '84 that was totally fine with out any of this," he lifts his arm now to show off the shiny second skin to Steve who nods.

"And which one was that again?" Steve asks, there's a leading lilt to his voice that makes Eddie want to sit on the sidewalk.

He huffs out a low whine, "Steve--"

"Eddie," Steve answers with a soft smile.

And Eddie knows he's lost this argument, if you could even call it that, because the bats that Jeff did for him all the way back in '84, have since been covered up.

Over the years they had morphed into six blobs of bluish grey on the back of his forearm that could no longer be distinguishable as bats, and after being asked about his 'abstract' tattoos by an interviewer a few years back, he had made the decision to get them covered.

And it could have been any number of things that lead to the eventual fading and blobification of his bats, but Eddie figured it was probably because they had almost immediately gotten infected a few days after Jeff had finished them in his parents garage.

Eddie clears his throat and opens the email on his phone again, taking another look at the list the artist had sent him.

"Fine, you gonna help me take care of this thing Stevie?" Eddie grumbles as they enter the revolving door of the hotel, stepping carefully into the pie shaped section to avoid colliding with the moving entryway.

Steve snorts and lets his hand curl through one of the belt loops on Eddie's jeans, "I think I remember agreeing to something like that, in sickness and health?"

He leans forward and nuzzels his nose into Eddie's ear, "till the end of our days".