Location: Reyes Household

Tagging: @reedharris​

“Now how did you get a plate before me? That’s just foul,” Hector said, sucking his teeth dramatically before calling out for his Mom. The list of people who Hector would actually bring into his family’s home was a very short one and mainly consisted of Chandler and Reed. He had come home to do his laundry and to steal a few things for his apartment, namely toilet paper because he was not trying to spend money on it. “Mami, you love him more than me? Be honest with me.” He was teasing though, laughing and chatting it up with his mother in Spanish before he finally got his food and joined Reed at the table. “Oye, princesa, go color over there, you’re gonna stain Mami’s table, okay, love you. Reed needs to eat.” 

He blew a kiss at his younger cousin who had been chatting Reed’s ear off before looking at his best friend finally. “You better finish that plate, you need some meat on them bones, papo,” he said and nudged him before he went in on his own plate, groaning at the taste of his mother’s rice and beans. “Damn I need this today. You working tonight? I was thinking we could watch a movie or something. I’m off this weekend and got way too much time on my hands. Never thought I’d see the day I actually want to be at the bar.” 

"You know whenever I see you in here I realize I’m either really early or really late.” Dhruv smiled as they spotted Reed in the studio and immediately held out the box of doughnuts they had picked up on their way in today. Now that they were back more consistently, their midday show had gotten back on track and things were...grooving for lack of a better word. That meant they were able to spend more time at the radio station, not only working on their own show but helping out other DJs and filing through their many stacks to really curate a great show. It felt like their passion was really back and Dhruv only hoped that spilled over into their writing and performing. Maybe some day soon they’d actually get up on stage and share their words and melodies with Shrike but it wasn’t that day just yet. “I have to say, your show last night was pretty amazing. Vibe after vibe, hit after hit, you, my friend are a true atmosphere creator. It’s a huge talent. So please, take a doughnut as my way of affirming you. You get first pick but don’t tell the others, I’m pretty sure I gotta ask evander next though because hedwig and i will destroy the rest of these and i don’t know if sylvia’s in today. so knock yourself out.” @reedharris​

"I never thought of myself as someone with high standards, but your extremely low standards are making me seem kind of uptight. I don't hate it." Having grown up in shitty homes where she shared a bedroom with a bunch of other fosters kids, hygiene was sort of a thing for her. "I mean, that I might do. I can just go home and shower. No need to change the sheets or anything... This is kind of a weird conversation, isn't it?"

Phoebe shook her head, waving away his over. "No, I don't smoke. Cigarettes, anyways," she told him with a shrug. Charm and disillusionment seemed like a good way to put it, but it didn't exactly sound positive. "That I would expect from just about any place, but... take Hawaii. The palm trees, fresh mangoes, and insane views kind of make up for the shitty people. I would assume." @rippinsinners

where: galaxy comics & games who: @rippedhalos​

After a solid smoke session that could go down in the books as being one of Lucky’s more epic, they needed somewhere to go that wasn’t outdoors. He was still adjusting to the cold and honestly he hated it but he was sure that changed over time. A comic book shop with an attached arcade was a damn dream of a place. Plus, it was warm and a good place to hang with their newly made friend. “Okay, first you have to tell me your favorite comic book series. It is vital information for the future of our friendship.” It was a question he asked pretty much everyone. Lucky never judged anyone for it, if everyone liked the same thing the world would be super boring. That and he would never have a chance of making it in the comic world if there was only one beloved genre. “Then while you tell me about that, I am going to beat you in skeeball.” He declared to the other artificial blonde with an involuntary giggle. Immediately Lucky beelined it for the arcade side of the building, before he got too distracted by the comics. He would zone out on them without a doubt and before he knew it the day would be over.

Closed starter for @fantasticreedrichards​

Charles watched the younger man putter around his lab with interest. Reed, well, the whole Richards family really, were a supremely interesting case.  “Speaking as one great mind to another,” Charles began, purposefully trying not to intrude on Reed’s inner monologue.  “I believe there is an immense amount of good we can do for the world. You’re clearly already doing essential work, and from what I understand you have been doing it exceptionally well.”  Charles wheeled around the lab so he can look Reed in the eye. “Do you ever wonder what we could do, you, me, Tony Stark...great men and women. Do you ever wonder what we could do if we took matters into our own hands?” 

I will never get over how inherently tied to the lgbtq community Crowley's canonical music tastes are. Both Queen and Velvet Underground had visibly queer leads who weren't afraid to step out of typical societal gender presentation. Not to mention that Lou Reed openly dated trans folks. You can pry Crowley's queerness from my cold dead hands.

Neil Newbon & Bryan Dechart

I hate when people make the joke of calling women dishwashers because not only is it extremely disrespectful, but it erases the technological progress we have achieved to have automatic dishwashers!

Reed Richards literally invented the dishwasher so he could spend more time with his wife. That should be the legacy of the dishwasher, not misogyny.

From: Fantastic Four #44

asoiaf + “wise beyond their years” :

"You might do well to pray yourself." "For victory?" "For wisdom."   —   A Clash of Kings

for @aegontheconquerorwithteats

Diana Rigg and Oliver Reed in The Assassination Bureau, 1969.

❝ she looks just like allison. why, scott, does she look exactly like allison? ❞

WAIT GUYS I JUST REALIZED ALL MY SHIPS OF VARIOUS FANDOMS ARE ENEMIES AND LOVERS OHMYGOD

Thirteen (2003)

Carl Pleasant Lake by Allen C. Reed Arizona Highways, February 1950

Dr. Strangelove (1964)