#That's it folks

[honeygrahambitch]

Molly got it all wrong, Will was feeling randy because of Hannibal.

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #that's it folks

[graygiantess]

I said 'Tom Cruise's vampussy' and Eric Bogosian liked it. 🧍‍♀️

#I'VE BEEN PERCEIVED #that's it folks #I've peaked #RIP Luce #is this my legacy? #iwtv

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

hello :D a question.

What do you like the most about ghost's physique :^?

*cracks knuckles* *clears throat* *GRABS MIC*

ONE. TALL.

TWO. BUILT LIKE A BRICK SHIT HOUSE.

THREE. BROAD AHH SHOULDERS.

FOUR. NICE ASS.

FIVE. HIS VOICE.

SIX. HIS MASK.

SEVEN. HIS EDGY TATS.

EIGHT. HIS THICC LEGS.

NINE. HIS ARMS.

TEN. HIM.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#that's it folks #sleepy answers #call of duty #cod mw #cod #simon ghost riley #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #call of duty modern warfare #sleepy's thoughts

[theabyssgazesalsointoyou]

okay due to popular demand: here's my full bmc zombie apocalypse au post. a zombie apocalypse au is kinda mandatory for bmc. except mine is special because it's based on a dream i had/j

the story begins with jeremy, our main character, of course. he was with mr. heere when the apocalypse broke out and the two went looking for a safe place. eventually they arrive at an abandoned amusement park turned into a base camp by survivors. mr. heere wants to stay there until they can further figure things out but jeremy wants to look for michael. so he sneaks out alone, hoping that his dad will be safe and that he'll be able to find michael.

cut scene to rich- he's in a dark long tunnel, maybe it's a subway tunnel or maybe it's the sewers. he doesn't have a light source apart from the flickering ceiling lights and every echo of his own steps triggers his paranoia. then the zombies appear behind him and he's running toward a door on the far end of the hallway. but the door's jammed- he manages to slam it open with his shoulder and discovers to his horror that a man had been trying to keep the door closed from the other side. the man tries to get up and run but he's not fast enough and there's nothing rich can do but keep running. he doesn't look back at the horrible sounds echoing from the walls but guilt follows him into the sunlight.

next is christine. she's wandering the empty halls of middleborough high. the hallways are brightly lit with the sunlight streaming through open windows but everything's eerily quiet- not a single bird song to be heard- until she hears ragged breathing and growls coming from god knows where. she runs into the nearest classroom and locks the door in panic, and only when she spins around, hands shaking and hyperventilating, does she realize brooke and jake are already there.

brooke is her usual sunny self- or at least trying to be. she greets christine and pointedly ignores the zombies clawing at the doors from outside, instead explaining how she set up a shelter here and collected supplies and plans to eventually recruit more survivors. jake, on the other hand, isn't doing so good. he's sitting at a desk with his head in his arms and only glances up for a second to acknowledge christine. there's a younger girl huddled up on the floor next to his legs- chloe's little sister, christine realizes.

chloe and jake used to be a team. used to, before 'the incident', as she refers to. they were looking for chloe's little sister when they encountered a few zombies- no big deal, they're both fighters and jake had a gun. but the moment the zombies fell to the ground, the split second he met their glassy eyes, he collapsed to his knees as well. "Fuck. Fuck, no, fuck- no, no, no, it can't be- dad?"

jake was inconsolable, a screaming sobbing mess, half out of his mind. chloe had no idea what to do. she's never been good with emotions and an extreme situation like this was certainly not an exception. in her panic she shouted out "Jake. Jake! Stop it! It doesn't matter, okay? He was already dead, you couldn't-"

and that's how jake completely lost it. he stormed off and chloe couldn't stop him. eventually he cooled down and that's when he found chloe's little sister but he couldn't get back to her.

chloe, meanwhile, is confused and lost and in despair when she stumbles into jenna by complete chance. she isn't sure how to feel about that- jenna makes it extremely clear she does not like nor trust chloe but what choice do they have? it's a post-apocalyptic world. high school drama means nothing.

and michael. michael was completely prepared for this zombie apocalypse shit. he has a map, plentiful supplies, a safehouse in the basement where all his family are, a plan b and c and d. jeremy knows about this, too, so logically michael's best move would be to wait for jeremy to find him. but how could he? how could he just leave his best friend out there alone, not even knowing if he's alive? of course michael has to go looking for him. even with the possibility their paths won't cross and they'll never find each other.

#that's it folks #then there's the additional stuff that wasn't in the dream #like jake eventually splitting from brooke's group and getting severely injured and rich finding him #which is what my earlier post was about #bmc #be more chill #squip squad #jeremy heere #rich goranski #christine canigula #brooke lohst #jake dillinger #chloe valentine #jenna rolan #michael mell #bmc zombie apocalypse au

[junk-heart]

Men

He's missing his smile U_U,

#that's it folks #he's no longer about to commit atrocities

[selfox]

*me, a bit loopy, trying to doodle overall and practice drawing baby college Drew Lipsky in true style*

*made some lines*

Me, blinking: did I just drew wink Egon Spengler????????

Clock: 0:46

Me: yeah.... Sounds about right

#cyborg's ramblings #dr drakken #I legit looking at this and slowly blinking #that's it folks #TO BE FAIR I'M TALKING ABOUT EGON FROM EXTREME GHOST BUSTERS

[ichak-dana-bichak-dana]

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!!

#boop #boop o meter #april fool's day #That's it folks

[sohndesmondes]

My personal queer headcanons of LOTR characters but as icons part 2:

#gimli son of gloin #boromir #lotr #queer tolkien #arwen evenstar #queer #hozier #everyone is very much queer #that's it folks #thank you for coming to my ted talk

[keeper-of-all-the-random-things]

13. THINK WE CAN MAKE IT

Whumptober | No. 15 Makeshift bandages | No. 26 You look awful | No. 30 Bridal carry

In which Sam really wants a nap.

Previous

*****

Everything was on fire.

Every movement, no matter how small, shot pain from his center to his extremities.  Each breath burned.

Sam decided to stop.

…..

Someone was screaming.  Sam couldn’t tell who.

He was aware that he was awake and really wished he wasn’t.  He was also aware that he was on the ground now.  Thomas knelt nearby and kept prodding his side.

Only then did Sam realize he was screaming.

“It’s okay.  You’re okay,” Thomas muttered as he pressed a wad of cloth against the wound.

Sam definitely did not feel okay.

There was a tearing sound, and Thomas secured the cloth with long strips of duct tape.

“Have to stop the bleeding,” he said.  “I’m sorry.”

Sam groaned.  He wanted to sleep.

“Hey.”  Thomas slapped his cheek lightly.  “Don’t do that.  Stay awake.”

“M’not dying,” Sam said.

“Good.”

Thomas sat back on his heels and stared at the door.  After a minute, he said, “I have to end this now.”

“Okay.”  Sam didn’t want Thomas to leave, but he knew it was necessary.  “I’ll be right here.  Don’t die.”

“Yeah.  You too.”  Thomas stood.  “I’ll be back.  Stay awake, okay?”

Sam hummed in acknowledgement and promptly ignored the command.

…..

A few seconds passed, or possibly a small eternity, before Sam woke to an insistent shaking.

He opened his eyes to find Thomas, looking worse for the wear, kneeling over him again and gently moving his head around.  The movement made him dizzy.

“Please stop,” he said.

“Jesus Christ.”  Thomas stopped.

“Close, but no.”  Sam smiled weakly.  “You look awful.”

“I look - you look like a wet blanket.  I thought you were dead.”  Thomas gestured vaguely at the air and added as an afterthought, “Then all of this would have been for nothing.”

“Not for nothing,” Sam said quietly.  He stared up at the ceiling.  “I’m glad you’re not dead.”

“Yeah.”

Sam looked back at Thomas, who appeared lost in his head.  “What happened?”

Thomas was silent for a long time then shook his head as if to bring himself back to the present.  “I … Nora … we … nevermind.  It’s done.  She won’t come after us anymore.  The Agency is dead.”

“Okay.”

“What do we do now?”  Thomas seemed to ask more to himself than to Sam.

Sam answered anyway.  “Let’s go home.  And then sleep for six years.  And also fix this hole,” he gestured to his duct taped torso, “before it leads to structural damage.”

“Yes!  Yes.  Can you walk?”

Sam shifted, trying to sit up, and a bolt of fire shot through his body.

“That would be a no,” he said, panting from that small exertion.

Thomas nodded decisively.  He moved into a crouch, placing an arm under Sam’s knees and the other under his back. 

“I’m sorry.  This will hurt.”  He stood, holding Sam against his chest.

Sam laughed and winced.  “I haven’t been held like this since I was little.  I used to pretend to be deathly ill so my parents would have to carry me to bed at night.”

“It was probably easier when you were small and uninjured,” Thomas said without malice.

Thomas carried Sam through the Agency compound until they found the little green car.  The keys hung neatly in a row with the various van keys.

Sam settled in the passenger seat and watched the building fade away in the rearview mirror as Thomas drove them away.

“How are you feeling?” Thomas asked, staring resolutely at the road ahead.

“I think I’ll make it,” Sam replied.  “And you?”

“Yeah.  I think we’ll make it.”

#whumptober 2023 #no. 15 #makeshift bandages #no. 26 #you look awful #no. 30 #bridal carry #writing #oc #aftermath of stabbing #inaccurate medical stuff #that's it folks #a little late but i made it to the end

[charliexhere]

im at that point when after a whole lifetime of drawing (i'm 33) and STILL enjoying it, I don't give a shit about progress, i draw however and whatever i want, u could write the most constructive critique & I'd be like brother in christ...im just an idiot who likes to draw pretty boys in skirts.

#that's it folks #i didn't make it into career #and im too old to do so #and I don't care! #i care about pretty boys in skirts tho.

[schleckermaul]

MOST OF THE JOURNEY OUT OF THE MIST is a haze, in the aftermath. the memory of zhilan's home dissipates around them, alongside the grey muddiness that's been accompanying him for ... how long? it feels like days. the exhaustion settles on break's bones, the warmth of this memory not fully enough for him to keep going for much longer. it might've been that zhilan caught him, or maybe break managed to avoid falling, merely leaning against his friend.

   the trek to a physician blurs entirely, in his mind. he almost wishes he'd passed out, if only that didn't mean he'd be abandoning zhilan in the middle of nowhere. like this, he at least managed to take it step by step, even if their pace remained slow.

   zhilan was probably worried, anyways. break didn't manage a lot of proper sentences, when spoken to, and he doesn't remember what he'd said once they sat in the waiting room of a clinic he wasn't familiar with. most likely, break had let zhilan know that he would very much rather die than have to go to a hospital again, so that's apparently where they are— a smaller facility, one that doesn't overwhelm him as much, less people and voices.

   his awareness returns once he's being examined, zhilan still at his side. he was a bit worried that he might stab somebody if by himself, surrounded by strangers that mean to investigate his ... his health? his injuries? the shadow, sitting in his mind, killing him slowly?

   when the doctor asked whether or not break is fine with zhilan hearing about it, he stared at his hands. unseeing. unsure. but the tiredness sits on his shoulders all the time, these days, and lady shelly's presence softened him enough for his relent to be easier. carrying her feelings with him, the truth of it all doesn't feel that heavy. zhilan cares about him. he's not supposed to let that go to waste, if he can help it.

   sighing permission, a muttered, ' it's fine, ' the blurry memories aren't due to his injuries, this time. he remembers rattling off confirmation after confirmation, being asked whether this or that is normal for his condition. the chronic cough, usually spilling blood. his inability to keep most things down. the lack of sleep. the headaches, the lack of energy, the loss of consciousness. the scars, placed across his body. it's the first time he spends time thinking about the one by his shoulder, so close to his neck, certainly part of why he died back home.

   he doesn't mention that part.

   zhilan speaks up, once they're back in his apartment, once break has settled on his bed and zhilan was finished hurrying about, taking care of the bandages and medicine he was given, texting something on his phone. he stands at break's bedside, propping up the pillows behind him, so that breathing will hurt a bit less.

   break can't really brace for it. can't judge the emotion in zhilan's voice, his ears ringing. ' it's not ... 'why didn't you tell me', because it's not about me, xerxes, it's. i wish i would have noticed, because maybe you wouldn't have had to be alone with this for so long. '

   and that, too, doesn't get a proper reply out of him. he's too tired. he's too tired. he just nods, after covering his eyes with the back of his hand, teeth gritted. it doesn't take long for him to finally surrender after that, unconsciousness tugging at the back of his shirt, pulling him into a restless slumber.

   not for the first time in his life, xerxes break realizes that he's hopeless.

#isola drabble #& — drabble . #& — event : mistified . #& — ic . #teehee (<- is crying) #chronic illness finally catches up to idiot man #THAT'S IT FOLKS #threads r still continuing ofc but my god #blood cw #injury cw

[bendingwind]

Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: Bleach (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Abarai Renji/Kuchiki Rukia Characters: Abarai Renji, Kuchiki Rukia, Kuchiki Byakuya Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship Summary:

“Ryōta Shumayaki is looking to marry off his second daughter. It’s common for nobles to marry younger daughters off to powerful members of the Court Guard Squads when the opportunity arises, in order to increase the family’s overall spiritual power, and you’ve just shown that you’re worth consideration!”

Renji’s brow furrowed.

“That explains the other invitations,” he said after a long moment. Rukia couldn’t help herself-- she burst out laughing again.

#that's it folks #just the epilogue left #fanfiction

[sorryiliketoscreenshot]

Since it's Shippy Saturday I decide to do a relationship chart card of my two most played OTP, it's fun to think about their dynamic (it helps me write as well), and actually it's pretty nice to see where they relate and where not 🤔

Template by the sweet @arcandoria 

#this made me think about a ship name for my V and Kerry #and I guess Sanctuary sounds nice #I love this song and I think it suits them #oh and well #I just realize that using ''B'' and ''J'' for Blue and Johnny ends up getting a lot of ''BJ'' on this chart #but now it got me thinking #that's a thing they would actually do #and laugh about #that's it folks #hope u guys like to know more about them #ship: StupidDuo #ship: Sanctuary #OC: Blue #OC: Vicent Viktor Vitenka #johnny silverhand #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk 2077 #shippy saturday #ship meme

[jadethe2nd]

Title: Forgetting, Epilogue/Prologue

Rating: M (definitely M for this last bit)

Word Count: 1020

Summary: “Don’t give me that. It’s getting you all hot and bothered, I can tell.” River steps forward, running her fingers across the lapels of his heavy-duty jacket. “I like it.”

#drfic #river/eleven #my fic #that's it folks #hope you enjoyed the ride

[jeonggukshi]

#that's it folks #that's the whole experience #it speaks #bangtan #still crying in case ur wondering 😃 #namjoon

[chaotictarlos]

Me: *gets home from class and gets settled down to write more of my soulmate au before the discords murder me for not having chapter Three done*

Rafa: lol fuck you be distracted by my tits and tiny swimsuit.

#t talks #that's it folks #Rafael Silva