not Mew in his revenge arc dressing up more as Ray? Is it cuz Top hates Ray? Mew showing that he’ll morally never stoop as low as Boston was a very good non vengeful revenge but I can’t forgive him for using Ray’s feelings. Then again we need this so Ray realises he loves Sand

Everything Boston says makes me angry. Yes Nick wiretapping Boston was wrong but you can’t blame your wrongdoings being revealed to your friends on him!? And the way he said “he borrowed” Top and that he came first…a jerk. But that comedic ass kick was the highlight 🤣

Jeremiah and Mike’s first conversation in FNAF 2

Welcome, Captain Seaside | Year 287 | Part 1

First (here) | Next

Workin on a comic! As the title says, this will revolve around Seaside's first meeting with the other three matriarchs.

The grump of the hour isn't here yet, but we do have these two bickering!

a piece i did for aleena over on twitter in lieu of stickers from my raffle, given that she already owns most of them LOL

they requested flug in the camp leader outfit from the Elmore short, and given that that's probably my favourite short i was more than happy to oblige!

(considering making that middle one into a sticker... he's just so cuuuuute)

i have purposefully not been blogging as much about lesmand as i would have under other circumstances because i find it very suspect to bring that relationship forward instead of just keeping the focus on loumand during this part of the story, especially given rolin has stated amc was pushing them to include more lestat in s2 despite him pointing out lestat barely appears in this section. i had been looking forward to seeing their dynamic later on, but it's hard to feel enthusiastic about their relationship coming up earlier knowing a racist studio's anxieties about audiences forgetting there was a white lead was at best a contributing factor in the writing of lestat in s2 (if not the driving force).

but trust and believe, i am noting every time someone laughs about armand lying about fucking lestat and jokes about lestat bursting into the interview to correct it. because, of course, even though there's actual sex instead of sex metaphors in this adaptation, it would still be wildly out of character for the guy who described armand in these terms to have fucked him.

and the whole' lestat's gonna fly over just to correct it for the record' bit is extra goofy bc lestat actually takes the time every time he describes rejecting armand to make sure the record shows he didn't do it because he didn't want armand, even when that is sometimes what he's saying as a way to try and hurt armand.

i have seen book fans make similar types of jokes several times, so i know it's not entirely a new thing or a purely show-fandom phenomenon. but i guess i can't help but feel like there is an extra layer of weirdness about folks insisting that a white male character would never, ever have sex with a character who is a south asian man (and indeed the idea itself is often seen as humorous), when asian men have a long history of being desexualized and treated like punchlines in western media and the white guy in question has canonically expressed attraction to him many times.

but anyways. have fun making the same joke on every gifset i guess.

Someone give me the strength and energy to make it through this night shift tonight!! 😩🙏

WHO UP AND READY TO CRY:

Kara doesn’t say anything even though she should—for a moment, she seems frozen as if in shock, not even her hair braying in the breeze of Jeremiah’s standing fan. As he looks at his sister, her curly brown hair that’s grown far past her shoulder blades, her eyes that are now fitted with contacts instead of boxy glasses, her nose that’s now pricked on the right by a cubic zirconia, he realizes he wasn’t just vague about his reasons for returning home, but cruel. What kind of brother calls his sister on a Sunday morning and explains his abrupt return is nothing to worry about, that all he needs is time, that in a week he’ll be better, clearer? What kind of brother says that if a week isn’t enough, then two certainly will be because he’ll quickly learn how to love the scent of coffee again and how to ask for a table for one and how to dance on his own and how to think fondly of a sunset and how to pray without feeling wrong and how to sleep alone? What kind of brother says that in any regard Madonna’s releasing Confessions on a Dance Floor in less than a month so he expects he’ll change by then and if that doesn’t fix him he’ll figure it out anyway? And what kind of brother looks at his sister now and thinks that in all this time he’s relieved she was never there to see him get into a bar for the first time, see him find himself in his houseplants and in Biyu’s laugh, see him fall in love with the wrong man? When Jeremiah was ten and his sister was sixteen, they’d promised each other they’d stay close, and maybe at that age, he didn’t know what that meant, to remain intwined in someone’s life till you were an intrinsic part of them—a lung and a breath, dog and a bone, a god and the son he creates. But here they are, so close, so far apart, Jeremiah’s mouth formed around a question he can’t bring himself to say out loud. What kind of brother leaves?

No I did not clean up that line art yes it was fun

Hes such a guy

Love and Pain

Johnny's been gone 6 months now, except suddenly he's home and your boss asks you to stay back a few hours longer. Surely you can wait til your shift finishes? Unless fate has other plans for you

Warnings: bad guys uwu, more shitty dialogue, not beta read again

To fall in love was a natural thing, each and every human experiences love in some way shape or form. Falling in love was something that John had never seen himself doing, he’d always imaged that he’d be six feet under before experiencing the chance to fall so madly and deeply in love. Yet three years ago, in a small coffee shop he fell. He fell so hard that not even Price could warn him of the complications that came with loving in their line of work, there wasn’t a lot of time for love. Except for you, he seemed to have all of the time in the world. 

Like you he couldn’t wait until six o’clock rolled around, he couldn’t wait to have you in his arms again and take you home. Most of all he couldn’t wait to spoil you with all the love he’d stored away whilst on deployment, he’d planned to take you on picnics and to see a movie that had premiered just a week ago. John wanted to return to something normal, something that could distract him from the six months of hell he’d just been through. 

So when he arrived at the coffee shop to find it surrounded by police tape his heart dropped, a shrill ringing began in his ears as he continued forward pushing past the police tape until he was eventually stopped by an officer. They weren’t fast enough, he caught a glimpse of tables overturned, cups smashed on the floor, a bullet hole in the coffee machine but what was worse was the blood. There was so much of it, staining the floor and tables leaving a trail out onto the street. 

For once he didn’t go charging in, allowing himself to be pushed back behind the police tape again. Reaching for his phone he called the only other person who came to mind, the skull masked contact picture seeming to loom at him from the screen. Ghost answered straight away, silent as he waited for him to say something. Except nothing came out, they’d just bought a body bag out of the cafe. 

“Johnny?” The body within the bag was bigger than you, yet it didn’t change that someone had died. His heart rate increased. “Oi Johnny- did you butt dial me?” 

Police sirens sounded as more detectives arrived, doors slamming shut behind him. He stood there numb to everything around him, his greatest fear was quickly becoming a reality. Where were you?

“Are those sirens? Soap, where are you?” He swore he couldn’t breathe, one of the police officers had just walked out of the cafe with a handgun in an evidence bag. “MacTavish, answer me that’s an order.”

“Cafe.”   

-

Ghost didn’t come alone, Price and Gaz followed behind him all three of them casing out the street as though it was about to become a battlefield. Did they know something he didn’t? Together he and Ghost stood in silence, the lieutenant's hand resting on the base of his neck, a firm squeeze both grounding him and stopping him from interrupting Price as he spoke to one of the detectives. Johnny hated that Price’s face gave away nothing, not even Gaz who was the easiest to read out of all of them had reacted to what the detective had to say. 

“Johnny. They’re coming back.” Ghost’s hand dropped back to his side as he straightened up, they both stepped back allowing Price and Gaz enough room to go under the tape. 

“Leaves canceled.” none of them argued, if leave was canceled it meant that whatever happened at the cafe involved them. If something had happened to you because of him, because of his job? He’d make the entire world burn. Price’s hand on his shoulder drew him out of his murderous thoughts. “The authorities have already sent the cctv footage over to us, Soap you’re coming back to base with us.” 

No one argued.

-

He watched the cctv footage play out in front of him, heart aching as he caught how your lips seemed to be moving. John wondered if you were singing or talking to yourself as you worked. Guilt pooled in his chest, if he hadn’t gone back to the base with the others maybe he could’ve stopped this. The footage slowed as a man entered the cafe, the angle of the security camera not able to catch his face as he approached the counter. Everything seemed to be normal as you took his order, that was until two other men entered. Their faces were visible to the camera this time. 

“Gaz-” Price’s voice seemed distant.

“On it boss.” 

While Gaz moved around behind him John’s eyes stayed focused on the cctv, the two men spread out in the cafe one blocking the exit while the other stood close to the bathrooms. You’d seemed to notice the strangeness of it all, stepping away from the counter smile replaced with a look of terror as three guns were pointed in your direction. There was a commotion when your manager entered, the man closest to the door yelling something before shoving him to the floor. 

It was only then that the first man turned around, eyes staring directly at the camera as a malicious grin spread across his face. The room went deathly still as Makarov’s face stared back at them, gun pointed at the camera before the screen went black.

hey will be off tumblr for the rest of the week - things are Happening again and my head feels ready to explode.........would really appreciate prayer again. I'm constantly feeling like I'm on the brink of something (I don't KNOW what) terrible and I need to figure things out without before my body really DOES decide to shut down from the stress and the strange depressive dread that has been very difficult to shake this month. I would like to not feel like crying or throwing up at certain points in the day and also would like to not be so exhausted in the heart and mind area so that I can actually deal with these things. Especially since finals are looming ahead

art update fr april part 2/2

oh my god i forgot to upload this. have Parker (Adoration, they/them) and Basil (Hypocrisy, she/her).

Parker is a former Backstreets-medic-turned-Safety-Team-Captain who is kind of socially inept but good under pressure. Basil is a Nestborn, frankly miserable person who means very well but has such an acerbic personality that really only Parker tolerates her.

But the good news is, Parker really tolerates her.

new icon time bc the moment we hit double digits on the halloween countdown my brain genuinely straight up forgot it was still summer

not related to my last post today . but feeling big crush on link this entire week. idk maybe im just. ill! maybe im sick!!!!!.. he my ideal guy.. exactly my type.. why link gender so ?swoon worthy......

Guess who got selected for jury duty 😭 for a federal case I think