#stares at you unblinkingly

[nartothelar]

this flavor of emmet

[foileadeux]

up at 5am drawing gay people hungry cold tired but at least i have gay people

[redmyeyes]

one brotherlook per ep -> 6x09 ❝ Clap Your Hands If You Believe… ❞

[ddarker-dreams]

wanderer is obsessed with handholding. he just sees your hand and thinks it needs to be intertwined with his. someone chatting with you for too long and (somehow) overlooking how he keeps glaring at them? he can tug you away. a thick crowd threatening to separate you? he'll be holding you extra close. he doesn't care if it doesn't mesh with his image. if anyone has the courage to point this out to him, he'll happily humble them to the point their self esteem may never recover.

[anthony-burchs-dog]

oikawa autistic as fuck and this is how i know

[vampwithaplan]

NPH really should play every weird guy/entity from now on

[literalite]

i have such a specific want to be friends with other trans men esp mlm ones i just like dont know how to talk to people. sorry

[ratsoh-writes]

Here’s Doris!!! No idea why y’all like her so much. She’s literally just an eel

[ljesaw]

❛ what are you carrying around that's so heavy? ❜

🔥 ONE PIECE. ( always accepting! )

The  tea  that’s  served  was  ordered  as  soon  as  she’d  written  to  him  about  visiting.    He’d  immediately  written  to  Sokka,    who  was  equal  parts  pleased  and  annoyed,    but  had  sent  a  shipment  anyway  if  for  Katara  alone  and  not  at  all  because  the  Fire  Lord  asked  it  of  him.    Zuko  wants  to  ask  her  if  her  rooms  are  acceptable,    if  the  furs  her  brother  sent  would  keep  her  warm  enough  despite  the  very  nature  of  his  home,    if  she  likes  the  tea  even  though  he  knows  that  she  will  because  Sokka  said  so.

Katara  beats  him  to  it,    bypassing  pleasantries  altogether.    He  has  his  own  cup  halfway  to  his  lips,    a  nervous  habit  more  than  a  desire  to  scald  his  mouth  with  the  still  -  steaming  tea,    when  she  cuts  him  to  the  quick  without  so  much  as  lifting  a  knife  or  drop  of  water  in  his  direction.    She  merely  looks  at  him  in  that  way  she  sometimes  would,    like  she  sees  something  that  he  knows  he’d  rather  she  couldn't.

Zuko  straightens.    They  are  seated  across  from  each  other  in  a  room  that  feels  too  large  for  just  the  two  of  them.    There  are  soldiers  stationed  at  the  two  doors,    each  of their  back’s  guarded  by  those  silent  sentinels;    Zuko  had  them  remove  their  helms  in  a  silent  display  of  peace  as  soon  as  @imaguk  had  joined  him.    Now  he  almost  wishes  he  himself  was  wearing  one,    if  only  to  avoid  her  scrutiny.    ❝    Why  would  you  say  that?    ❞  His  youthful  defensiveness  creeps  into  his  tone.    Zuko  stiffens  as  if  he’s  about  to  receive  a  blow,    or  as  if  he  knows  he’s  just  delivered  one  to  her  and  doesn’t  want  to  watch  the  impact.    He  sets  his  cup  down  hard  enough  that  the  ceramic  clinks  loudly.    ❝    Are  you  here  as  ambassador  or  as  therapist?    I  only  prepared  for  one  of  those  as  my  guest.    ❞

[rillette]

Realization: Marty and Helen were relevant characters at the same time.

"I'm a magically powerful character narratively representing the moral meaning of an era in Hal's life"

"Hey, me too!"

Marty and helen would be the most powerful tag team of weirdgirl kids ever holy shit

[swagyano]

what would you do if I started posting about diariko/aqours toh au.

[priestofberath]

playing as a woman in fallout 4 is not optional because the “men with dead wives” population is already out of control in these games. they’re an invasive species

[cemeterything]

stares at you unblinkingly with my big haunted eyes the entire time you're trying to have sex with me

[rowarn]

first i would like to formally apologize.......also first time trying hybrid au so i humbly apologize if it's not as good as other people's!!! first time for everything and all that!!!

hybrid!au, angst, hurt/comfort but also hurt/no comfort, VERY mean!simon, cat hybrid!reader, dog hybrid!soap, owner!simon

part 2 !!

Simon who has retired from the military and decides to get himself a hybrid companion. Even though he doesn’t want to admit it – he’s grown lonely. He doesn’t have any family and all the socializing he did was in the military and he doesn’t have that anymore. So he decides to look into finding something to fill that gap in his life. 

Enters Soap – a young hybrid who once upon a time worked for the military just like Simon. The pup got injured in action and was forced to retire. 

Simon figures the two of them will fit together quite well. 

And he’s right! The two of them get along swimmingly. And it turns out Soap is very good for Simon. The endless energy the hybrid had (despite his injury) forces Simon to actually leave the house multiple times a day instead of hiding inside until he drives himself stir crazy. 

Now, he has to take Soap out for walks, runs, and even takes the hybrid to the park so he can run around with other hybrids and play catch with Simon. Soap LOVES it when Simon throws the ball as far and fast as he can so Soap has to spend several minutes hunting the little thing down. 

Simon actually finds himself feeling…happy. For the first time in a long time. 

Soap carves out a space in Simon’s life and the Brit is more than happy to let him take up as much space as he needs. He adores Soap. He knows the two of them are going to be companions for a long, long time. 

But then on a routine nightly walk, Soap freezes at the entrance to an alleyway, ears perked and alert as he hears something Simon can’t. His tail stops wagging and his blue eyes work to pierce unblinkingly into the inky depths of the alley. 

And that’s how they come across you; a skittish cat hybrid with no home to call your own.

Soap is ecstatic. His tail starts wagging so hard that it actually hurts when it hits Simon in the leg. 

The pup begs Simon to bring you home. He wants a hybrid friend of his own! Something ugly and dark works it’s way into his chest when he hears that – was he not enough for Soap like Soap was for him? 

He tries to tug Soap away by hooking his fingers into the leather collar around his neck but the hybrid doesn’t move, simply staring with a grin at where you sit on the ground in the alley. 

Simon doesn’t like cats. He doesn’t want a cat. And just seeing you makes him frown. 

When he finds that he can’t get Soap to move, he starts bargaining. He swears that they’ll look into finding a nice dog hybrid for Soap!! Stll, it doesn’t work. The dog hybrid has got his heart set on you for some reason. 

And that’s how you find yourself living in his home. And he’s not happy about it. 

You glare at him any time he has the audacity to walk into any room you happen to be in in his OWN damn house. It pisses him off. 

He doesn’t like you. And he makes it abundantly clear any time he sees you with the way his lips curl up in disgust. He shoos you away like you’re a nuisance even when you’re just lounging in the warmth of a sunbeam through the window. 

Where Soap eats borderline gourmet, he usually just slops some random low-quality hybrid food down for you. Sometimes, if he’s feeling particularly resentful, he doesn’t even let you eat at the table with him and Soap. 

But Soap adores you. The pup gets so excited to see you whenever he gets home from a walk or a day at the park. He hunts you down immediately wherever you may be just so he can excitedly tell you all about what happened outside – the birds he saw, the hybrids he played with, what he ate. 

And you listen intently. You’re not one for many words, Simon notes, but he often finds you muttering barely audible things to the other hybrids. You’ve never spoken a word to the human. 

Simon doesn’t know why that upsets him too – it’s not like he wants you to talk to him. He just thinks it’s disrespectful of you to ignore the man giving you food and a roof over your head. He also thinks it’s fucking disrespectful of you to steal his hybrids heart the way you have. 

The longer you’re there in his house, the more Simon hates you. Annoyance morphs into despising you. He’d have thrown you out back onto the streets by now if he could get away with it but when Soap wasn’t by his side, he was by yours. 

It ticks him off when he walks into a room and finds you purring happily with Soap curled up around you, big burly arms holding you snuggly against his chest as he snoozes. 

Simon didn’t even bother naming you, Soap’s the one who picked something to call you. Simon usually just gruffly calls you ‘cat’ if he needs to speak to you – which he makes it a point not to do very much. 

You still don’t speak to Simon. Even when he ‘forgets’ to feed you, you don’t say a word. You don’t complain or seek him out for something to eat. You just choose to starve. 

He wonders if you hate him as much as he despises you. 

And you and Soap remain the best of friends. The pup is always yapping happily to you and you’re always listening. 

As time passes, you even start to follow Soap around. It no longer seems like one-sided adoration. 

You love Soap, he brightens your day and makes you happy. You want to be around him all the time. You never thought you'd like a dog but Soap was just so sweet and kind that it was impossible to dislike him -- even when he ruthlessly kissed your face all over and pinned you down so you couldn't escape just so he could give you all the affection he wanted. You never got mad, never showed your claws (in fact, you were extra cautious of your claws with him). You slept with him whenever he wasn't busy snuggling with Simon -- and you'd never dare interrupt the two of them while they were having quality time together!!!

And that also makes Simon furious. Because Soap is his. How dare you have the audacity to think Soap is yours? Simon has put so much love and effort into his relationship with Soap and you prance in with your stupid fluffy tail and little purrs and you’ve got the dog-hybrid wrapped around your finger in no time. 

God, he hates you. 

It seems like everything comes to a head on a rainy day. The rain always makes Soap hurt, his old injury and joints act up. It leaves him docile and sometimes a little cranky. 

He had been a little short with you all day and that hurt. You already dealt with your owner, the man who took you in, refusing to show you any kindness, and now the one companion you had would barely look at you. 

It wasn’t your fault you didn’t know how much pain Soap suffered from. You loved the rainy night, it was perfect weather to snuggle up to your favorite hybrid and snooze away. 

You found Soap, sprawled on his back on the couch, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, you didn’t think anything of it. You crawled onto the couch, intending to snuggle in right beside him. 

But when you put the tiniest bit of your weight on him, his blue eyes popped open and a loud yelp erupted from his lips. You startled, hissing as your tail puffed up and fuzzy ears pinned back. 

Soap practically lept from the couch to get out from under your weight, hitting the floor with a loud thump that had him whimpering softly to himself, curling in on his side. 

Simon was storming into the living room not a half second later – finding his beloved pup curled up whimpering and shaking and you, ears pinned, tail puffed, and taking up the spot Soap once was. 

Simon didn’t care what had just happened – all he knew was what it looked like; like you had pushed the poor pup off. 

Because to him, that’s what cats were; vile, selfish, mean little shits. 

You were dragged to the door and tossed right out into the rain without a second thought. Before you could even get your wits about you, the door was slamming in your face and you were alone. You sat on the step for a long while, shivering from the cold rain soaking your thin clothes, just waiting for the door to open again. 

But before you knew it, the lights inside were turning off and you heard the front door’s deadbolt slide into place. And you were still outside, alone with nothing to your name but an old t-shirt that you had stolen from Soap. 

Simon hadn’t even bothered to get you clothes of your own. Or a collar like Soap’s – one with Simon’s name and number on the back. You had always wanted a collar like that but you knew Simon didn’t care about you enough to even consider you his own hybrid. 

You tried your best to stay out of his way and stay quiet and as small as possible so he wouldn’t grow angry or uncomfortable with you. You didn’t ask him for food when he forgot or get under his feet like Soap did. You tried your best to be good and hoped that someday the human would come around but as the days passed, you knew that it wouldn’t happen. You still did your best to not make trouble for him though. 

It seemed he was just waiting for an opportunity to get you out of his house. 

Your tummy growled, reminding you that you hadn’t been able to eat dinner yet. You stood from the front step and wandered down to the sidewalk, bare feet splashing in the puddles, taking a last glance at the now dark and still house you called home for many months. 

With your head hung low, you made your way back to familiar areas where you knew you could dig through trash to find at least something so you wouldn’t sleep hungry tonight. 

[crevicedwelling]

What is your Hogwarts house?

stares at you unblinkingly, before continuing to noisily munch on cucumber as if no words were ever uttered to break the gentle trills of crickets in the grass

[moonsaver]

Yandere!Dr. Ratio who just.. doesn't seem to understand shame or embarrassment or shyness to a frustrating degree.

He forces you along to his huge lectures, holding your hand with a deathly grip and boasts about you being in a relationship with someone of his station, to quite literally anyone who asks. The pitiful looks passed your way are ignored blissfully by him.

He forces you to tell him an in depth about all your romantic interests. Doesn't let you leave until you give him a thorough understanding about why you'd like romance novel-esq scenes, why you aren't open to PDA, why you won't sit on his lap in public. Forces you to tell him about your past lovers or crushes and flings, asks you details about awfully intimate things, staring you down unblinkingly as you stutter and shrivel up in your seat.

He forces you to undress – either for modeling for his sculpting sessions or for taking shared baths. He's utterly done with you trying to reason with him that it's just not possible for you, and forces you along. If the nude modeling sessions weren't enough to embarass you, being forced to pose in certain ways will. It teeters on how perversely voyeuristic it is, but you don't mention it. Baths are at least more tolerable; the bubbles and froth of the soaps at least lets you keep some amount of dignity to yourself – just get through the initial stage of undressing as Veritas watches you do so from his bathtub.

He's so unashamed, asking about your body. He even sometimes touches and pokes places, making you squeak, squirm and writhe under him. His face is scrunched up as he deciphers your little whining, and moves away your arms from covering your body. Directly asks about places you'd like him to touch, or.. he'll find them out, himself. It's not fun, being able to feel the heat of his body on top of you, trapping you to the bed. It's worse by the constant teetering of his hands exploring your body with cautious, feather-like touches.