#so so sorry

[bearotonin-international]

Waldo is disappointed in us for forgetting to correctly queue up our Fat Bear Friday content. We are too 😔

[inklessletter]

Steve should have known better.

He felt exhibited, exposed. Seen. He hasn't felt that way since he was nineteen. Now he was almost thirty, just in a few weeks, standing in the kitchen, preparing his toddler's meal, and everything should feel normal, definitely not like if the world took an upside down turn on him as soon as he recognized Eddie's voice coming from the TV in the living room. Alone there, forgotten. Like white noise.

They have not been in touch for more than teen years.

He almost didn't pay attention to it. Almost.

Eddie didn't sound like Eddie, that was not his scene, that was not his music, nor his usual angry lyrics. He definitely was not smooth, sad piano, not a raspy, sentimental voice.

It was strange and unfamiliar that man in the screen wielding his voice. That was not him.

Yet it took Steve three seconds to stop dead and go to the living room and stare, cooking forgotten.

Black and white, great illumination, sad expression, and Steve's life in Eddie's lips.

That Eddie, that unknown person sang what Steve told him that many years ago, hidden under a starry night, no Moon there to lit the unshed tears, or the blush in his cheeks. Eddie was singing his secrets.

Like a confession, Eddie sang about his fear of becoming unloved and forgotten, about how his father told him he would be nothing but lonely if he didn't get a wife and kids when Steve was barely eleven. Eddie sang, like it was his own experience, about him becoming his own authority, about how that lingering fear of meaning nothing, be nothing but a sad waste of space because he was definitely unlovable. Eddie sang about Steve's desire of having kids and make himself the greatest dad in the world so he could find that love when he was nothing but wrinkles and memories.

Eddie didn't sing about that love letter that he wrote to Steve, telling him that he was already loved and cherished, and that he would do anything in his hand to make Steve feel unbearably loved every day.

Eddie didn't sing about Steve shaking, reading over and over again that later, terrified of yet losing someone he loved so much because he was flying too close to the sun. Again.

Eddie didn't sing about Steve rejecting him the day before he set off Hawkins to become a famous musician. He didn't sing about Steve's trembling smile, about broken hearts that day. He didn't sing about their mouths becoming that day a graveyard of kisses. He didn't sing about the tight hug, Steve's plea in his hear "please, forget about me and be huge" and Eddie's choking reply "that's not an option, because I will always love you."

He didn't sing about those ten years of silence between them.

Instead, Eddie sang about his wish of becoming loved by the children he hadn't had yet, wondering if they will still love him when he was old or if they would let him behind. Eddie sang about a letter that changed a man and made him happy once.

What Eddie didn't put it in the lyrics, but all Steve could hear, standing there, sobbing, barely able to breath, aching and broken, was that Eddie kept his promise.

He still loved him.

[thatsbelievable]

[bj-cuntycunt]

Hawkeye Pierce in GFA + Fourth of July (Sufjan Stevens)

[hash-mashh]

this image was running around tonight and i thought it had potential

so i put him on a roller coaster

i showed this to my sister and while we were laughing our butts off she said i should make every passenger him so it eventually devolved into this

they are on a class field trip to flansland

[faniestart]

been a while

Have baby donnie

[mechanicalinfection]

yeah

[spilledmilkfkdies]

Dunno if anyone asked this but like…Wizard redemption arcs?

I’ve got my own takes on them as well for my rewrite:

-Orgon would never, too goal-oriented

-Anagan probs would through Flora

-Duman’s a 50/50, he’ll probs stick with his band

-Gantlos is a wild card arsonist but I believe he can do it, may take a lot of time though (90% of this is headcannon skcjskxjsk-)

But those are my takes what about yours?

Idk this is kinda hard because like?? Not to be a stinky wizard apologist I am, but I like a bit of "you both suck wtf happened here bro" in my planet history, which makes a clear cut redemption a bit more difficult ig?? Like in whose eyes are they being redeemed? The fairies' who were also very much morally bouncy? Or uh maybe the audience idk- I forgive em.

That being said though, depending on if you try to tackle the whole group at once or take it one at a time, it could both be interesting.

I've had thoughts where you have Ogron, Gantlos and Anagan: No Circle (object), no Duman, half their powers if not a quarter, washed up and heavily in mourning- At that point just. Talk to them. They're in no position for a full on revenge spree, they are SAD, they're weak. Either just leave them be or talk them into joining a cause for mutual and equal benefits, then if they ever do get back to full strength they'll simply not bother you again. Rough concept kinda, but yeah. Side note that in this timeline, if Duman does eventually claw his way outta the Gardenia grave, he's not going to be happy. Actually maybe giving the washed up wizards their Duman back would do all the work by itself? They'd show genuine gratitude and Duman wouldn't be allowed to be mad. Win win.

Then we have one by one, many many many possibilities there too. Like the best order? There isn't one. Several delicious routes, some more difficult than others. Play onto Gantlos following Ogron to the ends of the world, Anagan already having been mentally done with the hunt for ages- Does modern day Ogron care deeply enough about the others to put their well being and safety above their goals? Or at least more so than early days/in his prime Ogron who CANNOT relate. Again, don't put Duman last though. Cornered animal core fr I'm so serious. Which is where my pLANS COME IN- jkjk

[nightdrawz]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

and merry Christmas ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

After a week or so my tumblr decided to work normally again…(￢_￢;)

Posts are coming but slowly

Im taking my time

There is one more thing i should mention

I am deleting everything in my askbox

Just seeing the big pile of old requests rotting in my askbox and the person maybe even waiting to see their request, i just feel disappointed in myself :,D

My fault, my bad

This wont happen again (T_T)

Have a nice holiday! ☆

[soonsie]

Hi, I'm sorry

[virenkinnie]

i posed these on instagram so i felt it was only fair i posted them here too

[willemdafinky]

Seth Rogen as Sephiroth

[alxssarosex]

For everyone who reads my fic every rose has it's thorns (you all should if u aren't already it's rosekiller) no chapter came out last week and most likely their won't be one this week either I'm so sorry. Last week it was because a bad case of writers block and no ambition. This week I have the ambition and ideas but 0 time to write it on wendsdays i go see my brother's baby, tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment, Friday will be a catch up day for school work, Saturday and Sunday I'm going to be at my friend's birthday thing. If I can find the time Friday I'll finish it for you all and get it out but if not I'll try to get it out asap and ofc I'll post when it's out.

[some-velvet-morning]

speculum of the other woman, luce irigaray

[churxstomk]

GUESS WHO WROTE A CRACK FIC

(said fic under the cut……. ssigh i am Not Proud but i had fun)

long, long day at work.

kip’s hair is ruffled up as she takes the safety goggles off her face. now to just… go to ling’s cafe, check in and check out, go home, take a nap. well, last time she checked on ling, he wasn’t exactly… um, sane. something about experimenting.

kip isn’t even sure she wants to remember.

she pushes the cafe door. her ears get immediately assaulted with the sound of grating metal on a table.

“JOHNSON! JOHNSON, NO!” ling screams, very, very loudly from the kitchen. “JOHNSON, MY BEST FRIEND!”

what the f- oh.

oh my god???

there’s the “do nothing” machine she gave ling with a machete taped onto the thing, a dead phosphor shrimp cut in half, and- and n wearing fully body armor as ling wails on the counter.

“OH, GOD WHY? HE HAD SUCH A LIFE AHEAD OF HIM,” ling sniffs.

“ah… ahaha,” n laughs awkwardly, “oh- hi kip! please ignore the kitchen counter.”

she does not heed the advice, and instead, looks towards the kitchen counter. she can only assume those are knife marks.

“the- i told you to be careful with the knifes!”

“ahaha, about that,” n seems to be trying to close up shop while ling is thrashing all over the place, “it wasn’t my fault, i swear.”

“then what the fuck-“ she gestures to the both of them, “happened here?”

“ling- ling may have messed around with the ‘do nothing’ machine-“

“i can see that, but- ling! what’s wrong with ling?!” she yells, exasperated.

at that, the cafe owner makes a string of growling and curse words.

“help me???”

“getting mauled was NOT on my yearly bingo!”

“BJFNDHISHDIHSISNUE THE EGGS. THE SHRIMP,” ling’s body topples over the counter as n tries to catch him. he locks eyes with kip.

“GRHRGRGR”

“AAAAA OH MY GOD,” kip scampers to the door, her goggles slipping off her head as she bursts out the cafe.

too close.

too. close.

kip does not look back until she’s going down in the elevator.

ring, ring.

“yeah, what’s up?” plight’s voice rings out from the other end of the call.

“it’s me, kip,” she chuckles lightly, “um, could i crash at your place for tonight?”

“uh, okay. any reason why?”

kip takes a deep breath.

“so um, lingwentferaltodayandialmostgotmauledinthecafeandi’mscaredhe’sgonnatshowupinmyclosetthankyouloveyoubye!”

[so um, ling went feral today and i almost got mauled in the cafe and i’m scared he’s gonna show up in my closet thank you love you bye!]

she hangs up abruptly before plight gets to say anything.

…

where are her goggles?

where are her goggles?

[texas-bbq-pringles]

li watching me be an absolute disaster trying to figure out if a guy is into me when his tongue has been down my throat less than 3 hours ago (probably an accurate depicton)

@stardustvanfleet