#lolol yes i can

[czarojay]

when you're punk but your wife is pink

[snowangeldotmp3]

stranger things: the game

nancy and barb gameplay

(or, the one where i have too much fun yet again with this concept)

[mtndw-whteout]

I'd love to see your take on middle aged or older Terumob!

Dumb Old Men :)

[storge]

Stay still. Almost done.

Love Me, Love My Voice (2023) 1.11

[002yb]

That one reddit post where the guy moves into a new apartment building but hasn't met his neighbors ft. sladejay.

The nice thing about having brothers is that they're obligated to help you move into your new apartment. Not so nice is having to listen to said brothers' opinions on the legitimacy of the building because it's clearly a front for something nefarious and not up to code and did Jason even vet the place before signing his lease?

"Desperate times, desperate measures." Jason says, using his elbow to hit the button for the lift. Suspect as it is, the start and stop ride gets the adrenaline pumping; it hasn't failed them yet, so the place isn't too bad.

"Because you were so hard pressed living comfortably at home with no expenses and no expectations." Tim quips back at him, deadpan. The sarcasm and sass is hardly appreciated, though Jason likes to imagine it's just Tim's way of lashing out at Jason for leaving him at the manor to fend for himself.

"It's called independence, Timothy." Jason says, raising his shoulder in a lackadaisical shrug as he teases, "You'll understand when you're older."

"Nothing says 'independence' like Bruce paying your rent." Tim intones, unbothered by the wicked read until Jason hip checks him in retaliation and he stumbles into a wall. When Tim threatens to drop Jason's shit, Jason dares him. Jason will drop him, the punkass.

If only because Dick would usually have intervened in their shenanigans by now, Jason looks over his shoulder at him. Tim follows suit and they both frown as Dick stares at the elevator, jaw set.

"You good, big bird?" Jason asks, wandering back to Dick's side. When Dick continues to space out, Jason knocks their shoulders and tilts his head to better catch Dick's gaze.

With Dick's attention on him, that quiet intensity from before softens some, but there's still trepidation. It makes Jason purse his lips, sulking, "Hey, you're the one that supported this."

Dick grimaces, caught out, "I do support you, just—does it have to be here?"

Jason's sulk devolves into a pout. He argues, "Your first apartment wasn't much better."

Before Tim can interject with commentary on how Dick didn't have daddy dearest paving the way for his independence, Jason turns on him with a warning scowl, trying and failing to not be endeared as Tim cackles under his breath. Jason flips him off, pointedly turning back to Dick who, frankly, looks antsy as fuck.

"Stay with me instead." Dick bargains. "You can take the spare room until another unit opens up."

"Hard pass."

On cue, the elevator chimes and the doors screech open jerkily. Only while Tim shuffles his way inside, Dick stays resolutely in place. He shoots Jason a look that's equal parts pained and pleading. "Then take my place. I'll stay here."

"For fuck's sake, it's not that bad." Jason groans, bumping the boxes he holds against the ones Dick has in hand and corralling him back into the elevator. "You're being dramatic."

Tim scoffs and Jason sneers at him, backing and squishing his brother into a corner and keeping him there with his bulk.

Bickering and bantering as they all are, they don't notice the hand that catches the door before the lift can close, only how it pushes the door open and how they all look up and oh. Hot damn.

The moment Jason's jaw drops, Dick smacks it back closed with an aggrieved and impatient huff. Like hell Dick's temperament could be of any consequence to Jason at the moment though because an actual beefcake terminator saunters onto the lift and fuck, Jason can't stop staring. If this is his neighbor, he definitely moved to the right place. Fuck what anyone else thinks.

Just as Jason is appreciating the man's imposing stature, he hears a gruff, "Sit down."

The order sends a trill up Jason's spine like a live wire and without thinking, like the fool he is, Jason sits.

It's only as he kneels on the floor, eyes still caught on broad shoulders and strong arms that he only wishes would throw him around, that he sees the dog at the man's heel. Because the man was talking to his dog. Not Jason.

Oh.

As the elevator starts moving up through the floors, jarring in its sudden fits of movement, Jason jerkily raises his head to make eye contact with his neighbor, a pretty blush burning hot across Jason's face.

His neighbor looks after him in turn, amused and appraising before he smirks and oh, it's sinful. A low chuckle escapes the man, drawing another shiver up Jason's spine. While he pats his dog's head, his eyes don't move from Jason when he says, "Good boy."

Fuck. That's—oh.

To be so humiliated and turned on—fuck this old man. And by that Jason means let the old man fuck him. Please and thanks.

Before Jason can make the suggestion, the man's gaze shifts to Dick and he teases, taunts, "He one of yours, Grayson?"

What.

Betrayal is Jason's first petulant thought, followed by a more reasonable sense of dread because this man isn't Dick's type, but Dick knows he's Jason's [type] and—

No, no no. This is why you never have brothers help you move into your new place; to be blue balled after Jason has had arguably the most cringe of meet-cutes, too!

But Jason can see from the set of Dick's shoulders and the tilt of his chin that this potential romance is dead in the water. For whatever reason, Dick is intent on that. Unfortunately for him, Jason has never been the best at minding him. In fact, Jason will throttle him for this, the killjoy.

"He's my brother." Dick says, terse. "Don't fuck with him, Slade."

Slade's gaze sweeps over Jason, a fleeting once over that leaves heat trailing in its wake. There's a sharp nudge to his lower back—Tim, reminding Jason that he's still sat on the floor like an idiot; so embarrassing.

"That's asking a lot of a man." Slade drawls. He looks to Dick with a crooked and biting grin, so charming that Jason might swoon a bit. "What would I get out of this?"

Dick's expression shifts into something so damn petulant that Slade laughs again, pleasantly low and husky. It's such a nice sound that Jason can't even be bothered by the fact that he's missing some sort of crucial detail to explain the tension going on.

Dick and Slade know each other, somehow. And Slade irritates Dick in a way that Jason never knew was possible, too.

When Slade tilts his head to the side, the large dog at his side springs forward, tail wagging happily as it jumps up to rest its large paws on the boxes Dick holds—licking at Dick's cheek like he's seeing an old friend again. It undermines Dick's authority considerably and Jason marvels the exchange.

The lift door opens and Slade turns back to Jason. Appraising him before he smirks, "Welcome to the building, boy."

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And then they all get out together and realize that Slade really is Jason's neighbor and reactions are mixed ahahaha.

[heavenfelll]

How am I supposed to think about anyone else when ✨he✨ exists?

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Liam homophobia moment

[beast-feast]

Stuff happened in my personal life but I'm proud to announce that I am enjoying another thing for myself :)

[ssspringroll]

new outfits for baby boy 👏👏👏

[cathalbravecog]

i HAVE to put these here. this is how cogs play minecraft ( w/ @15laff and @spamtoon <3 it was fun )

[thresholdbb]

Got diagnosed with "spots all the way down" and they didn't even give me a space worm???

[tokuteasings]

Hymn-filled Stele

Happy bday to @twokairevolution!!! Dear, I hope you are having a wonderful day and that you are eating well! I'm so proud of you, watching you grow, soaring higher than anything else in the world, dragon's wings upon your back crafted out of the most vibrant of colors. This is for you and the other Kuroto simps out there~!

The idea of eternity will never exist, even though the man standing before you is eternal.

It is the same as the flames smoldering in your chest, golden twin things that swirl around in your brain; a dangering crisis, infections digging their ten talons into your chest and ten different motorcycles roaring in your ears...

Gods above, you wonder if they could even hear you, free your soul.

If it was possible, to live an ordinary life, beside that man you adore... An ordinary life with the top genius, king of the world, godly in everything and even your heart.

Your name is called from sacred lips, and the god blesses you with his presence once more.

"Yes?" "What are you thinking about?" You open your mouth then close it, unable to let those calculations burst forth with animistic thunder. Kuroto only smiles as he takes a seat beside you, your hand in his. His lips, that sing his own praise in the church - angels on high, are pressed to the pulse of your wrist. Feeling it thud-thud-thud under delicate skin, lifeblood pulsing and all meant for him.

Blue, gold, and black dances between your eyes when he suddenly pulls you in for a demanding kiss; a pirate to steal their rightful treasure, a king demanding your attention, a desire to simply be with you.

It's things he says with fanfare almost everyday, his adoration for you spoken to the court in little hymns that not many can truly decipher the cipher.

But you can. You always have.

But kisses like these, where he sings your praise in wordless fashions and your lips praise him in return...

That throne is waiting for you both, side by side.

Ruling the world together, godly talents and godly love.

He'll etch his love for you into your own body if he must...lips against your quickened pulse, your heart, your soul. And he will.

Forevermore.

[merthurinlove]

I love that in some fics where merthur is already together no one in Camelot, not even the nobles, have said anything against their relationship. They would parade around holding hands, kissing each other, and blocking swords (or spells) in order to protect one another in front of other royalties, nobles, and foreign dignitaries; but none of those from Camelot blinks an eye. Not even when others started questioning the nature of the two's relationship.

[kagedbird]

Allora: *drawing outfits from home while the group rests at camp, trying to stop wistfully sighing for just some god damn pants*

Taliesin: You're awfully noisy today. What's got you down, little cherub? *sits down next to her*

Allora: Oh- sorry. I'm, uh... just a little homesick. Mostly for the clothes. *sheepishly shows him her sketches*

Taliesin "Fashionista" Talisein: *gently takes the book and hums, going through each outfit carefully* These certainly look thicker than your current outfit. I don't understand how in Oblivion you can constantly wear those dresses. Especially that white one.

Allora: *sighs, curling up in her fur cloak a bit more* Not like I have much of a choice... but yeah. I miss pants. And every time I try to go to the stores to get some, the seller always looks at me funny.

Taliesin: Nords have always had a strange sense for fashion. No matter! I know the perfect thing to help you. *snaps book shut but keeps it and stands*

Allora: Wh- hey-

Taliesin: We're going shopping!

Allora: *feels dread growing in her stomach* Why do I feel like I'm suddenly at Target with my mother-

[potatoes-tomatoes]

apologies if this is out of left field at all but do you have any thoughts or headcanons about lucy and schroeder? 😭 they’ve been on my mind sm lately

omg I’m so sorry nonny ;A; this is so late

Charlie Brown listens to Schroeder’s complaints about Lucy barging in, and asks why he doesn’t lock the front door. It’s the surest way to keep her out. Schroder half-heartedly shrugs, admitting it’s crossed his mind before, and says nothing else. That’s all the answer Charlie Brown needs, really.

Lucy doesn’t always lean against the piano– whenever Schroeder’s practicing instead of performing, (never. NEVER. interrupt a musician while they’re practicing) Lucy takes the opportunity to practice playing house, and she’s damn good at it. She can never seem to make a good cup of coffee though…

Schroeder never shuts down Lucy’s nuptial hypotheticals. Lucy’s got an active imagination, and. well, they're kids, so she comes up with funny problems. and Schroeder likes a good brain puzzle, so he’ll slow down on his playing to really think on a good solution.

Lucy’s not a big fan of Beethoven, or any classical music really, but she’s very fond of Sonata no. 8 in C minor, Op. 13 “Pathetique”: II. She walks in some days asking for Schroeoder to “play that lovely Pathetic song”

Lucy finds out that Beethoven was hopelessly in love, and rubs it in Schorder’s face that if he truly wants to follow in the footsteps of his idol, he needs to find a gal to pine after.

Schroeder’s the Piano Guy at gatherings and parties, unfortunately. He likes sneaking in sonatas every other pop song or so, and everyone around him groans. Then, quickly shut up. Because Lucy is death glaring every person in the room. No one dares telling Schroeder to skip his song. If Schroeder wants to play his boring ass sonatas he will play them, thus sayeth the fussbudget.

Schroeder will never. ever. EVER. admit it but… he secretly likes being doted on. Lucy gives him undivided attention and listens to his lengthy talks about music (though she’s always making faces at whatever he’s saying) and Schroeder’s never had a captive audience quite like her before. She’s an audience that responds (see: nags), and the reciprocity inspires his playing.

Lucy believes in Schroeder more than anything. She assuages Schroeder’s anxiety when he has to face a new piece, or worse, when he’s been stuck on a section of a piece for a longer period than he’d like. All she has to do is smile as he plays. He knows that face is genuine, and suddenly he finds he’s unclenched his jaw long ago. Hey, that section suddenly isn’t so hard….

Because of Schroder’s position in the sidelines, he’s able to see when Lucy’s at the cusp of spiraling, doing that Thing where she spreads herself thin for everyone and gets angry, insisting things be done her way. He knows when to step in and remind her that in order to take care of others, she has to take care of herself.

umm as for my thoughts, the only cohesive one I have rn is that I think they were absolutely adorable in "It's the Small Things, Charlie Brown"!! All Lucy has to do is call for Schroeder and he comes a-runnin, ready to play. I have no idea I needed that for their dynamic. Oh! and Schroeder being the one to point out what Lucy's afraid of in "Lucy's School"? His straight to the point delivery, acting as the final nail in the coffin? It's rly important that it was HIM who delivered that line to me for obvi reasons. Just. Yes. yesssss I'm so happy how Wildbrain is handling these two, so delicious.

[undying-lilies]

Any recs of songs for a Cal Kestis playlist? I got JFO for Christmas and now I am unhealthily obsessed with him, so obviously that means I have to channel my energy into making him a playlist

I absolutely do have some song recs for you and I will GLADLY share them. also welcome to the Cal Kestis Fan Club I hope you're enjoying your stay 🤝

I'm Still Here from Treasure Planet

Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

You're Nobody Til Somebody Wants You Dead by Saint Motel (okay this one is more the vibes and the title than the lyrics because poor Cal keeps making enemies shbfhsbjd)

well I have a lot less Cal-coded songs than I thought. I need to remedy this somehow lol