#to my 12 AM brain

[z-mizcellaneous-z]

girl are you a blood donation center? because holy fuck how is so much fucking blood leaving you is this even normal-

#period #periods #menstruation #period things #period meme #period memes #shitpost #is it funny #to my 12 AM brain #yes #it is #you all must endure this #mizismiz

[taxed-up-trotter]

Guys I don’t think he got the memo

#my brain REFUSES to let me sleep until i drew this #are you happy now brain huh its 12 am and i have school tommorrow and you treat me like this #cotl lamb #cult of the lamb #cotl #cult of the lamb fanart #cotl fanart #cotl narinder #cult of the lamb narinder #narilamb #true devotion #the one who waits #cotl toww #toww #cult of the lamb toww

[python333]

hi! i’m not sure if you’re taking requests atm but if you aren’t feel free to ignore this!

anyways, i was thinking what would it be like if you were back on base and did something nice for everyone and made their fave coffee/tea while you’re all relaxing after a long mission? like how would the 141 react and what would you make for them?

that’s all but i hope you have a great day and i absolutely love your writings!! they seriously are so detailed and amazing, you do a beautiful job w each one💌

unwind — python333

— — — —

synopsis the 141 + you are back from a super long mission and u make them their fave coffee/tea!!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & gn!reader.

word count 3.6k

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], gaz being a little shit.

note thank you so much for the req!! i am taking them right now, but apologies if i post them 2+ days after i get them, my writers block is slowly creeping back into my mind and im fighting it off the best i can! also, thank you for the compliments :3 ilysm youre too nice!! i saw ur reblog of bedbound too and i was so sjdfksdfks!! hope u have a good day too and hope you enjoy this fic, it's all fluff and way too in depth descriptions of making tea/coffee!!

As soon as the electric kettle clicks, signaling to you that the water inside of it has been boiled, you unplug it and pour the water into a mug you’d pulled from the cabinets. It still surprised you that there were any mugs left, with how many people kept stealing to put on their desk to hold pencils—by people, you mean Soap, and only Soap—but you weren’t complaining. 

You set the kettle back down once the mug is filled up just an inch below the brim and grab the tea bag you’d grabbed earlier, wrapping the string around the handle of the mug a few times before putting the bag itself into the water. Almost immediately, you see small tendrils of dark brown flow out from the drowned tea bag into the originally clear water. 

As that happens, you walk the small few steps over to the small fridge from the kettle and open it, grabbing the small carton of cream and closing the fridge shut. You walk back over to the mug and unscrew the cap of the carton, pouring some cream into the mug, adding a half inch of height to the liquid already in the mug before screwing the cap back on and setting the carton down.

You don’t bother to grab a spoon and mix anything yet, instead reaching over to the small terracotta container beside the coffee machine that contained sugar, and taking off the lid. 

You think for a moment if you should grab a spoon for this, but ultimately decide against it, instead just tipping the container over the mug and letting what you hope is two teaspoons of sugar spill over into the mug.

Afterwards, you put the lid back on the container holding the sugar and set it back next to the coffee machine, and grab the cream to put back into the fridge. 

Once the cream’s been put back, you open the drawers in the counter and grab a small spoon, one that’s just tall enough that it won’t be fully submerged in the tea, and put it into the mug.

You close the drawer and give the tea a few stirs before picking up the mug, being careful of the scalding heat and holding it solely by its handle. You carefully walk out of the snack bar extension of the kitchen and head towards Price’s office. 

After a year or two of working with him, you’ve learned a lot about his tea preferences—he likes Yorkshire tea, the original one, not the gold. He only likes cream and sugar in his coffee, just to make it smoother and make it a bit sweeter, but doesn’t like it too sweet.

You vaguely remember him telling you he’d never had honey or any other sweeteners besides a bit of sugar in his tea, and remember more vividly you thinking, God, that’s such an old person thing to say, but not saying it out loud. 

Once you’ve reached his office, you knock a few times and Price’s tired voice calls out, “Come in!” 

You open the door, careful to keep the mug from spilling in your hands, and walk in, closing the door behind you. Price looks up from his computer, presumably writing a report on the mission you’d all just come back from an hour or two ago, and offers a small smile when he sees you. He’s about to say something before he catches sight of the mug in your hands. 

“Did you…” He doesn’t finish his question, but you know what he was about to ask, and you nod in response. 

“If it’s too sugary let me know,” You tell him, setting the mug down a safe distance away from his computer, “I can remake it.” 

“I won’t make you remake it,” Price looks at you, almost offended, “You didn’t have to make me anything in the first place, but thank you, I really appreciate it.” 

“No problem,” You hum, walking away, saying over your shoulder, “Hope you like it.” 

You open the door without another word and walk out, closing it behind you, heading right back to the snack bar. Now for Soap. 

Soap typically preferred coffee to tea, despite tea’s popularity in Scotland. He’d told you that he really couldn’t taste the difference between different coffee blends, but upon hearing that there was a Scottish blend, he declared he’d only drink that one, because of course he did. 

He pretended he could tell if the coffee he was drinking was of that Scottish blend, but you knew he couldn’t. How did you know? You’d only ever given him Scottish roast once. Every other time since then, it’s been French roast. 

He’s never really used a coffee machine for himself, going to cafes or coffee shops most of the time for coffee, keeping his usual coffee order written in his notes app because he couldn’t remember it for the life of him.

He’d sometimes modify his order if certain coffee shops didn’t do certain things that he usually got, but his order stays mostly the same every time he gets coffee. Medium (or grande, if he’s at Starbucks) latte with a double shot of espresso. 

Typically, he’d get some shortbread too, but you didn’t really have any in the base, so he’d have to do without it today. 

Once you enter the snack bar, you grab another mug from the cabinets above the counter and place it under the coffee machine. You open the cabinets right by the ones that contained the mugs and grab a bag of ground French roast, pulling it out and putting it on the counter. 

You open it up and find that there’s conveniently already a small cup in there to scoop the coffee grounds up, and use your free hand to grab a new coffee filter from the same cabinets you got the coffee grounds from, swiftly putting it into the machine. 

You use your other hand to scoop up some coffee grounds and put them into the filter, closing the top of the coffee machine afterwards and turning on the machine. You’re grateful there’s more options listed on the small digital screen that lights up on the machine than just plain black coffee, not really in the mood to try and steam milk right now.

You tap on the ‘latte’ option and watch as the screen changes and hear the coffee machine start to whir. 

As it does that, you put away the coffee grounds and open up the cabinets that contained mugs once again, pulling out a small espresso glass and setting it onto the counter.

You wait patiently for the coffee to brew, and once you hear the small beep sound from the machine that signals that it’s done, you pull away the steaming hot coffee and set it down right next to the coffee machine. 

You quickly put the espresso glass under the machine and start it up again, this time tapping the ‘espresso shot’ option—surprised that’s even an option, honestly—and hearing the familiar whirring noise start up again. It doesn’t take nearly as long as brewing the latte did, the small beep coming much sooner than it did just a minute or two earlier, and you pull away the small espresso glass from the machine almost immediately after you hear it. 

You pause for a moment, looking at how much the latte part had filled up the mug, and look around for a moment before opening up the same drawer that contains the eating utensils and grabbing a straw, putting the straw in the still hot latte—is that a good idea? No. Did you do it anyway because you physically can’t think before you act? Absolutely—and taking a long sip of it.

You pull the straw out once the liquid in the mug is at a good inch below the brim and then pour in the espresso shot, setting the glass down after you do so.

You look around for a second for a trash bin and find one just a few steps away from you, quickly throwing out the straw you’d used and then walking back over to the empty espresso glass, picking it up and setting it down by the sink. God forbid we get a dishwasher in here or something, You think absentmindedly as you pick up the mug and carefully walk out of the snack bar with it, Would it hurt to at least get some dish soap in here or something? 

You make it out of the snack bar without burning your fingers and start the much longer walk to Soap’s sleeping quarters. You’d caught him walking out of his office in that direction earlier, so you can only assume that he’d gone there. 

Once you make it there, you knock on the door a few times and wait for Soap to call out to you and allow you to come in before twisting the door knob and opening the door. He’s laying on his back on his bed, thumb paused on his phone screen as he looks over at you as you enter. He notices the coffee and sits up a bit, grunting as he does. 

He wasn’t really as talkative after long missions like the one you’d all been on earlier—usually it took him a day or two to be more social and back to himself, so you didn’t take much offense to him not greeting you as loudly as he usually did. 

He nods at the coffee, “Is that for me?” 

“Mhm,” You hum, handing him the mug, “Be careful, it’s hot.” 

“Got it,” Soap carefully takes the mug into his hands, and softly blows on it before looking at you again and grinning at you, “Weel, thank ye for this. Ye really didnae hae tae.” 

“Price actually said the same thing,” You muse, almost to yourself, before speaking a little louder, “No problem.”

“Oh did he?” Soap asks, raising an eyebrow, before his expression shifts and he feigns confusion, “Wait, how come he got a drink afore me?”

“Because his office was closer to the snack bar,” You explain, crossing your arms. 

“… Nae, it’s definitely ‘cause ye hate me,” Soap disagrees, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “And tae think I thought we were friends.” 

“It is no— you know what?” You begin to argue, before sighing and rolling your eyes, “I do hate you, and we were never friends, you ungrateful piece of shit.” 

Soap laughs, quieter than he usually does but it’s still a genuine laugh. He looks down at the coffee again and back at you, before saying, “Thank ye. Again.” 

“No problem,” You replied, walking back towards the door and opening it, walking out of Soap’s sleeping quarters and closing the door behind you. Now for Ghost. 

Ghost typically liked tea more than coffee, but you think that’s just the British in him talking. Realistically, you could give him either or, and he’d say a polite ‘thank you’ and move on.

From years of being apart of the 141, any preferences or additives he liked to put in his tea or coffee slowly dissipated and instead he just drank either one plain. Which should make the tasks you’ve forced yourself to do today easier, but knowing you, you just couldn’t take the easy route with this. 

You remember a conversation with him that happened several months ago where you had been talking about your own tea and coffee preferences. Ghost had commented that he didn’t often put any additives in his own hot drinks anymore, but back before he’d joined the military, he liked to drink keemun tea occasionally with nutmeg in it. 

Keemun tea—which was fucking expensive by the way, costing around sixteen pounds for twenty tea bags in every store you could find them in—wasn’t too hard to find, so the next time you went on leave after that conversation, you’d bought a box of bags of keemun tea leaves and some ground nutmeg. 

You didn’t let Ghost know about it, and kind of forgot about it just a week after you bought it, but now the memory of you buying it and storing it in the snack bar behind a few other boxes of tea bags has resurfaced and it’s the only thing you think is appropriate to give Ghost at a time like this. 

You get back to the snack bar and almost robotically you pull a mug out from the cabinets above the counter and set it down on said counter, deciding to grab another one just so that you wouldn’t have to do it later, and setting that one down right next to the other. You open the cabinet beside that and move some of the boxes out of the way to find the keemun tea box in the very back, right where you last left it. 

You snatch it out of the cabinet and open it, pulling out a small packet and opening it up to pull out the tea bag inside. You go ahead and put the tea bag inside of the mug and put the tea box back in the cabinet, closing the small cabinet door afterwards.

You then grab the electric kettle that’s right by the sink and pop open the lid, putting it under the faucet and turning said faucet on, waiting until the water fills a quarter of the kettle. Once it does, you turn off the faucet and put the kettle down right by the outlet on the wall. 

You put the lid down and wait for it to click into place before you plug the kettle into the outlet and press the small button below the handle to turn it on, and listen as it starts to make a small whirring noise. You don’t waste too much time just standing there, waiting for the water to finish boiling, instead putting the other mug you’d pulled out from the cabinets under the coffee machine and turning it on. 

You tap on the ‘decaf flat white’ option and watch the digital screen change and another whirring sound starts up, now coming from the coffee machine.

You were starting to make Gaz’s while making Ghost’s drink because Gaz often made the mistake of drinking his coffee before it was cool enough to not burn his tongue, so if you made it earlier, it’d have more time to cool, and Gaz wouldn’t have to wait as long before drinking it, therefore solving the whole ‘burning-his-tongue-because-he’s-impatient’ problem he has. 

Gaz liked simple flat whites, and sure, he liked tea too, but nothing could top a good flat white for him. He’d get them anywhere and everywhere he can, and you honestly admire his dedication to getting a flat white everywhere he goes. 

The coffee machine finished up quickly, a small beep sounding from the machine as it stopped its whirring and a few more drops of coffee made it into the mug before it completely stopped. You pull the mug out from under the machine and set it aside for now, just waiting for the water to finish boiling in the kettle. 

Once the kettle clicks and the whirring from that machine stops, you unplug it and pour some water into the empty mug you’d picked out for Ghost, waiting until it’s filled up about a half inch below the brim of the mug before taking the kettle away from the mug and pouring the rest of the unused water into the sink. 

You set the kettle down beside the coffee machine where it belongs and check the drawer below the one that held the eating utensils, looking through some of the spices and drink additives in it before finally finding the ground nutmeg you needed. 

You unscrew the cap and tilt the small spice jar over the mug, letting some of the powder spill into the mug before tilting it back and screwing the cap back on. You put it back in its spot and close that drawer, now opening the drawer above it and grabbing a small spoon, closing that one after you’ve grabbed the spoon and putting the spoon into the mug to mix the spices in it around a bit. 

You leave Gaz’s mug on the counter, hoping that nobody steals it while you’re away, and instead pick up the mug meant for Ghost, carefully walking out of the snack bar with it. 

Ghost’s office is fairly far away, but you still manage to get there without burning your fingers or anything on the mug. You knock on the door a few times and wait for Ghost to call out permission for you to come in before you open the door and walk in. 

Ghost immediately looks over at you and spots the mug in your hand, but ignores it for now, instead opting to ask, “Did you need something, [c/n]?” 

“Not really,” You shrugged the best you could while holding scalding hot tea, “Just needed to give you this.” 

You set the mug down on Ghost’s desk before he can say another word, and watch as he eyes the mug with curiosity and confusion. 

“What’s this?” He asks, carefully picking up the mug, holding the top up to his nose to smell it. Before you can answer his question, you see his eyes widen and he questions a little louder, “Is this… keemun? With nutmeg?” 

“You can tell just from the smell?” You ask, mildly impressed, watching as Ghost’s gaze turns into one more in awe of the mug. 

“Yes, I can,” He mumbles, smelling the brim of the mug again, before looking over at you, “How did you know I liked keemun with nutmeg in it?” 

“You told me about it, like, a few months ago. Six months ago, maybe? I dunno.” 

“How do you remember a conversation from six months ago?”

“It was an important conversation, I guess?” You shrug, crossing your arms. 

You watch in silence as Ghost eyes the tea and you take that as your sign to leave, walking towards the door, stopping right in front of it to twist the knob to open it before you’re interrupted by Ghost. 

“Wait—” You turn your head and look at him over your shoulder, and immediately upon seeing his face, you think, oh my God is he tearing up? “Thank you, [c/n]. I really appreciate it.” 

You offer a small smile and reply, “Yeah, no problem. Enjoy your tea.” 

You open the door without another word and close it behind you, taking a deep breath before continuing down the hall back to the snack bar. 

You’re relieved when you get there and see the mug, still steaming a bit, still on the counter. You quickly walk over to it and pick it up, walking right back out the door with it and heading straight for Gaz’s sleeping quarters. You remember him being so tired from the mission—you don’t know whether to hope he’s asleep and getting some rest, or to hope that he’s awake so you can properly hand him his coffee. 

Once you make it to his sleeping quarters, you knock on the door, and there’s no response for a few moments, making you think he might actually be asleep, but then you hear Gaz’s drowsy voice call out, “You can come in!” 

You open the door and see him rubbing the sleep from his eyes and sitting up on his bed, looking over at you. His lips twitch up into a small smile once he sees you and he lets his hand drop into his lap. 

“Hey, [c/n].” He looks over at the mug you’ve brought with you, before raising an eyebrow, “You brought something for me?” 

“Very bold of you to assume it’s for you,” You close the door behind you and walk closer to him, “But yes, it is.” 

Gaz perks up a bit at that and happily takes the mug off of your hands once you hand it to him, and his smile grows significantly bigger once he sees you’ve brought him a flat white. 

“It’s decaf, don’t worry,” You say, as if reading his mind, “I figured you’d still want some sleep after drinking it.” 

“Always so considerate,” Gaz sighs teasingly, raising the mug to his lips like you’d thought he would. Thankfully, his tongue doesn’t burn this time after he sips the coffee, and you let out a small sigh of relief at the fact. 

“You know me,” You respond dryly, crossing your arms as you watch Gaz take a few more sips of the coffee. 

“Thank you for this, by the way,” Gaz thanks you, taking another sip of the coffee before stating, “I hope you know you’re my favorite now.” 

“Your favorite what?” 

“Just my favorite, in general,” Gaz hums, “This is the best flat white I’ve ever drunk. Ten out of ten.” 

“Thanks,” You thank him flatly, “It was made with love and a coffee machine I learned how to use yesterday.” 

“I can just taste the love in it.” 

“Not the coffee machine?”

“Well, it’s a bit concerning if someone can taste the coffee machine in their coffee, innit?” Gaz raises an eyebrow at you before taking another sip of his coffee. 

“Not if it’s the one I used.” 

“Whatever you say,” Gaz mutters, taking yet another sip of his coffee, making you huff out a small laugh. 

“You enjoy your coffee,” You say before walking back over to the door, closing the door behind you as you walk out and letting out a tired breath, starting to head back to your own sleeping quarters.

#cod #cod hcs #hcs #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #task force 141 #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #platonic task force 141 #platonic task force 141 x reader #tf141 #price #soap #ghost #gaz #its 2:17 am as im tagging this #why did i wait until 12 am to write this?? nobody knows #im also listening to those like 7 hr long compliations of markiplier playing random games #because for some reason my brain is more productive listening to him #so theres that #i also discovered that 'author has only watched other people play call of duty' is a tag on ao3? #which is so real btw #everyone else who used that tag is just like me fr

[nostalgiachan]

From the makers of Cub Foods OWLBEAR

#baldur's gate 3 #withers #bg3 withers #baldur's gate 3 meme #Seriously though Werthers is one of my favorite candies but every time I say “Werthers” my brain thinks “Withers” instead #thus this #anyway happy Halloween Peepaw's giving out soft caramels this year #update 12/30: I am upset to find that Neil and Tom beat me to this joke by A FUCKING MONTH on stream goddamn them #Stop being funnier than me

[cashmere-caveman]

read a post about there being next to no record abt the historic edward little again (we dont even know what he looked like!!!) and now im thinking a lot about how he died in uniform again.

hes far from the only character to die in uniform (the marines die in uniform! franklin dies in uniform!) and he isn't even the only lieutenant to do so (gore, under his slops, was in uniform; fairholme, too presumably; irving famously wore his coat that hickey steals later; george wore something that used to be his uniform when he got eaten but imo atp he did not wear it as A Uniform anymore that were just the clothes that he had on if that makes sense) but at the end, he is the only one where i still felt that it was an active choice to wear it.

almost everyone else sheds their layers along the way or turns into something else, but ned starts in uniform and he stays in uniform and that's it.

fitzjames famously sheds his vanity and dies in his shirtsleeves, without any of the pomp and pizzazz of his uniform.

jopson, another character who is to me really connected with a certain mindset of holding up appearances, dies in his shirtsleeves, believing himself abandoned by the very person that was his reason to even wear a uniform at all.

goodsir as a doctor/assistant surgeon doesn't really have a uniform in quite the same sense as many others but when he dresses himself before his suicide it is not as an affirmation of his role, or at least not a positive one. he has sworn to do no harm, but he was forced to do it anyway and now he will add a final evil to his toll of sins in the hopes to balance the scales at least somewhat and for that to work, he must wear his outfit as always. he ends up with all pretenses stripped bare anyway.

tozer, a man so proud of his uniform in the beginning, again, dies in his shirtsleeves, no rank left, betrayed by someone who had convinced him to give up everything and yet! reduced to nothing but an ordinary man, he tries again where before he had given up. he cooperates, he coordinates, he even calls crozier captain again, he tries very hard to do the right thing in what looks like a no win scenario from the get go!! and he fails, of course, but he tried.

almost everyone else also ends up either dressed down (bridgens, armitage, dundy, des voeux etc) or somehow transformed (blanky, to some extend silna with her patched and bloody furs) or in hickeys case, both (iconic underwear & greatcoat combo). little never changes. he sometimes has a little scarf, theres the bandage for his headwound for a bit, he sometimes wears the full parade uniform with epaulettes and sometimes just the regular one, there are at least two different uniform hats and ofc you can tell that he loses weight by the way his shape chages under all that wool but he is always. in. uniform.

and maybe this is just my mind making up dots to connect but i think he might even be the last character that crozier ever gives an order to in his official function as a captain (in the tuunbaq seduction/boss fight scene he has been stripped of his rank, at least according to e.c.).

before his final scene, all we get is little arguing over the orders they are given, and how to interpret them. and he is still wearing his uniform!!! wait hold on im not gonna check but maybe he might only wear a jumper in the tent where dundy lauches his soft mutiny actually, so maybe this whole post is crumbling like a domino line but!!! ignoring this. moving on. (even if it is a jumper i remember him wearing sth dark blue aka Uniform Colour so im claiming it doesnt even matter bc spiritually that hypothetical jumper still is a uniform. im not going to let anything like "accuracy" and "real details" fuck up my post smh 🙄. im joking. however! Moving On as i said) (edit: i rewatched the scene and it IS his uniform actually, just v rumpled. going insane btw)

he doesnt even dress up for carnivale! the only other characters that are not in costume are jopson and crozier and they were literally too busy keeping crozier from dying to even begin thinking about joining the communal arts and crafts session! little is atp the acting no2 of the expedition so u might say he was busy but fitzjames has the overall command and still finds time to have a little gender moment in private and the imperialism-approved version of it for the Big Crowd!! (u could ofc argue that fitzy Always has time for a gender moment and who would i be to argue but my point is: i have no doubt that man was fucking busy preparing carnivale & beginning to prepare the walkout and there still was time to Express Some Character!! so how come ned didn't do anything?)

the one other scene we get where we can catch a small glimpse of characters out of their element before it all unravels (pre tuunbaq attack on the camp) is the scene at night when morfin gets shot. it shows lots of characters in various states of undress (silna big blanket burrito i love you) that allows us to see them differently, like their costumes at carnivale did, but in an entirely opposite direction. while carnivale was about putting on masks, this scene is about taking them off. and it drives me insane because i know that little must be there. he is somewhere in the crowd when morfin gets shot but so far i havent been able to make him out and i need to know what he is wearing so bad. it is actually for science (my own curiosity) ! i really need to know. and i cant help but feel that maybe it is intentional that he is just ~somewhere~ instead of In Front of the Fucking Camera because, well. that would be just ned little, wouldnt it? and we dont even know who that is.

#edward little #the terror #can u tell i got my brain fried by working on our research project paper all day until we finally turned it in at midnight #we met at 12 and didnt leave the library until it closed and then we went home to one of the members and continued working there #and now i am still sitting in the hallway from when i came in through the door even thought its past 3am bc im just so done #nothing left. no energy no braincells no filter. which is why u get this unstructured wordvomit #and i try to find the strength to get up from the floor so i dont fall asleep here. okay goodnight #cavetext

[kitsunecrows]

"you know, on my first day here, if you asked me what i wanted, i would have said adventure, mystery, true friends - but looking here at all of you, i realized that every wish came true."

happy (belated) birthday mystery twins!

#and then there's Mabel's wish to just. literally shrink everyone #or have people sign her scrapbook :') #if you know you know #literally impossible for me to accept that they're (technically) 24??? they're still 12-13 in my heart #welp #I am so normal #im going insane #shoutout to one of my favorite shows of all time for being so timeless and iconic years later #this show takes up such a large percentage of my heart and brain space (no room for basic math) #i love them so dearly #awkward sibling hug? awkward sibling hug. (pat pat) #the sillies #siblings siblings siblings siblings #yippee #kitsunecrows art #my art #gravity falls #mabel pines #dipper pines #gf #pines twins #mason pines #artists on tumblr #fanart #art #disney #character birthdays #pines family #procreate #good luck!

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

whatever you do, don't think about how lana saw herself in edgeworth, ok? don't think about how she wanted to distance herself from him the moment they met because he could possibly see through the sl-9 plan and ruin everything, but she couldn't because he was kind, if not a little awkward, to her terrified sister in a case where everyone else's only concern was securing a conviction. don't think about how she brought ema to the prosecutor's office (because she damn well wasn't going to let her sister face this alone) with her hackles raised and her defences bolstered because she'd heard about the "demon prosecutor" and his ways just to realise he's nothing but a young man, trying his best to survive under the weight of his mentor's shadow and ensure justice is served by whatever means he can. don't think about how she felt later, when she was under gant's thumb and knew for a fact that all those rumours surrounding von karma's perfect record were, in fact, true and that he was using edgeworth's faith in him to fulfill his own goals. don't think about how she felt when she had to begin doing the same. or what must have gone through her head when she entered her office one morning to find a case approval form waiting for her on her desk: the state v. miles edgeworth. don't think about how she knew, once she saw the name of the prosecutor assigned to his case, that she was signing his death warrant. don't imagine what she rehearsed saying to his sister or her realisation, after his miraculous survival, why he had been so understanding of her own. don't wonder, as she did, ineffectually, if it was his competence or her fondness for him that led to his car and knife being chosen to cover goodman's murder — a second attempt at his permanent removal — and whether it was affection or guilt that made her stand by the corpse, waiting readily to be caught in his stead. don't think about how she finds out, eventually, that he is gone, in a jail cell so far from remorse, gratitude and closure that she can only sit and turn in her head distorted thoughts about luck and fortuitous third chances. don't.

#i am gripping you by the shoulders through the bars of my cage as i say this. and shaking manically. #lana skye #miles edgeworth #rise from the ashes #the lana-edgeworth brainworms have won the battle inside my brain but i refuse to be the only loser. the moment i realised she would have #been the one who signed off on von karma taking edgeworth's trial it was all over #and the edgeworth-gregory to ema-neil parallels were just the final nails in the coffin. #on another note i just realised that edgeworth gets investigated by the pic (or a similar body) in rfta rather than it happening for the #first time in aai2. idk it's probably just that they forgot but i like that justine doesnt bring this up when she's giving edgeworth the #pic's reasoning for suspecting him of misconduct. like yeah let's not bring up the case that made him suicidal. his mentor is fair game but #not that. idk i just think it's nice. rfta would 100% be the stronger justification but she doesnt use it. at least not directly. #back on topic though i've espoused too long on the ills of pushing all character relationships into either romantic or familial boxes #to claim that the skyes and edgeworth are like siblings but. i am gritting my teeth and glaring at that sentiment and making inarticulate #gestures around it. emphatically. #im writing this all past 12 am again can you guys tell

[tenrosedyke]

i've always been weird about fictional couples being weird about fictional couples is my passion. but nothing and I mean nothing ever compares to the doctor and rose tyler. and I know that's not surprising because of my url but like holy fuck. they make me insane. 'im burning up a sun just to say goodbye' are you actually yanking my chain rn. say sike

#dw #rose tyler #tenrose #i think its because. doctor who was the first show i ever like consumed whilst truly being in a fandom space (tumblr) and so #they were the first couple i ever read fics about and 12 year old me simply went INSANE #Like i was feral #i vividly remember doomsday being the first time i cried over a tv show and i was INCONSOLABLE #and i still am to this day.... #anyway. they formed my brain #most couple of all time

[strawberrybyers]

hahaha omg it’s castle byers 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 looks like the castle byers that’s still standing in the upside down. haha of course i’m completely normal about this. i am totally normal 👌

also, lucas’ watch says the time is 2:12:18. but what about the number above that?? is it saying the date is 11/2 (november 2nd) or 11/12 (november 12th)??? because if it says november 2nd then i’m just thinking about that on the last november 2nd in stranger things is when will and mike have that conversation about the shadow monster and mike telling will he’s going to be safe…. if it says november 12th then that’s the date that will was rescued from the upside down….

#my brain is THINKING #this show will never let me rest #and because i am a bttf truther. #if the date says 11/12 then that’s the day marty was able to go back to his original timeline and is also the day he plotted to get his #parents together so he wouldn’t be erased from the timeline #i write more on that in my pinned post if you’re interested in reading about the connection of dates between stranger things and bttf #bttf = back to the future #byler #stranger things

[nothingbizzare]

My entry for @sboopie 's DTIYS

GOSH I NEEDED WITH ALL MY SOUL TO FINISH THIS BEFORE NEW YEAR SOO SOO SORRY I HAD A HARD TIME FIGURING A GOOD POSE BUT THEY ARE IN LOVE UR HONOR

An different version +the first version of the art under the cut

#dude this pose and thsi idea stood in my wips for too long #i woke up at 6 am to finish this till lunch #and mid night working happy that some people falked on discord with me my brain was a mush lol #riyuyfiyfjydutdut #I HAD SOOO MUCH FUN DRAWIJG THIS LIKE IT WAS THE MOST FUN I HAD WITH THE BLURING EFFECT #i dont really like using the bluring effect because i lose soo many detiled but here i needed all the attention only on this two dorks #try to not exagerate with detiles and colors and poses chalenge #inpossible #THE LAST ART OF 2022 #Bitches i have 12 hours till the end of this year #jjba #nothingbizzare art #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #vento aureo #jojo's bizarre adventure #bruabba #bizzoots #jjba fanart #jjba golden wind #golden wind #jjba vento auero #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #jojos bizarre adventure

[spanishinfluenza]

The knife shakes. The air throbs with the blood.

"God, help me."

A Rope In Hand

#carlisle cullen #carlesme #twilight fanfiction #twilight fanart #my Rope Carlisle #do not look at him too hard you will see his weird gerbil mouth #truly idk how he managed to have such a swollen cheek but im past the point of being willing to fix it #this is my baby mannn #he is a cutie i cant lie #and ofc he must be accompanied by a scene from Rope that you wont get for a good while from now #im sorry i keep doing this #whilst not updating #i am also writing Chapter 12 #writing is just a lot more brain intensive than drawing and my teacher training is wiping it all out of me #there is a non bloodied version of this too #should yall want to see him without crazy lighting or blood #he looked less gerbilly before i added the blood #idk what that says about him or gerbils #ugh #Carlisle is so slutty for looking like this #esme is minding her business and the hotty with the merc and the kids is looking at her LIKE THIS #i would not recover #also dont look too hard at the lighting Story and I had to debate which direction it was coming from lol

[bostonbakeddeans]

taking ADHD meds is literally so funny cause I wake up and take them but they don't kick in for about 90 minutes so I have an hour and a half of going "fuck I'm still so tired/listless/can't focus" and then my brain go DING like a toaster when the meds kick in

#actually adhd #i take vyvanse which has to be metabolized through the liver before it becomes usable by the brain #i can sometimes lay back down and doze for a bit while my liver is doing its thing but once i hit that 90mins i am UP baybeee #love my meds #90 minute activation time is a fine tradeoff for 12-14hrs of efficacy #and honestly i dont even crash - they wear off and i can tell but usually only bc ive been desperately trying to sleep #and can finally manage it

[angel-mira]

oomfie said (like a month ago) mcu cable is the perfect height to kith wade's neck. so here u go

#my art #digital art #deadpool #wade wilson #nathan summers #cablepool #they have PANTS on btw #pls do not look for any subtext #i fucked up and i didnt notice how sus it looked #until it was too late :[ #plus its 12 am my brain is fighting for its life

[seokmattchuus]

When Matthew tells you he's been a bit stressed with debut preparations, you help him get his mind off of things. With some handcuffs and a torturous, never-ending hand job.

#you know what. maybe i am delulu but the more i listen to this the more i think it sounds like him. oh whale #caption kinda sucks but you get the gist. the one i had before was even worse because brain no worky #it's also almost 6am and i just worked a wink shy of 12 hours so who knows if i'm even in the right headspace to even be editing and postin #i just kinda remembered that it's been a minute since i proposed it and i'm in a fuck-it-we-ball kinda mood #if it's a flop kindly let me know and i will delete in the morning i.e. when i wake up #whenever that'll be #i'm like 82% percent sure it's a flop though #so don't be afraid to tell me if it sucks bc trust me i already know #ayo have i ever rambled this much in my smut post tags? i think i've finally lost it #in my flop era for sure because what is this. what am i doing. why am i the way that i am #def going to bed now #pls don't hate this as much as i think y'all are going to #zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #seok matthew smut #kpop smut

[canbean-enby]

I was annoying my cat today and I thought of annoying dabi in the same manner. So you get this 12 am splurge of stuff. You’re welcome :).

Out of nowhere you would go up to him while he was watching tv, sit down next to him and just stare at him. He knows that this is a normal thing for you so he just lets you do it, trying to ignore his heart rate that has increased since he heard your bedroom door open. After a few minutes, you start playing with his hair. Coiling your fingers in it and scratching it in some areas to ease the male of any tensions he had from the day. You even checked to see if you may need to dye it again. However, his roots look as dark as the night you did them, which was about 3 weeks ago. A few more minutes pass by and you keep staring at him, eventually laying your head in his lap to get a better angle of his beauty. You admire the ways his scars line under his eyes like a bucket for his ocean like eyes. The way his staples hold the contrasting lives of who he was and who he can be. All of it is beautiful to you. If you would’ve told the ravenett this at the beginning of the relationship, which you did, he would’ve denied you from the use of the word when it comes to him. Especially when it comes to his scars. He feels that they chain him down, that they are a sign of a time when he was weak and they are display for everyone to see said weakness. But you think that they just show how strong the male has been and continues to be. You think they show a sign of courage and determination. You try to tell him that every now and again. Usually when it is 3 am and you are just muttering whatever compliments comes to mind. It doesn’t go unnoticed by the male, it actually makes his heart flutter every time you say it. To think that you look and him and the first thing you think is ‘courage’ is something that he will never understand. Dabi turns to look at you as a love filled look dawns your eyes. It seems like you don’t even notice that he is meeting your gaze, you seem lost in thought. The best thing the male thinks to do is flick your forehead. So the jackass does. “Um- ow” you whine as you rub your forehead, pouting at the pain that you pretend is on your forehead. “That didn’t even hurt. What’re you staring at you weirdo?” He already knew the answer, you say the same thing every time he asks. He secretly just wants to hear you say it. “The pretties boy in the world.” And there it is. Though something in his brain says it isn’t true, a smile still spreads on his face when you say it. The love that shines in your eyes and the way your face contorts to fit that wide smile makes that little annoying voice in his brain worth hearing every time. Because he knows there is another, louder voice that shuts that voice up quick. And that voice is yours. It has always been. And always will be.

#soft dabi #bnha dabi #dabi #dabi headcanons #dabi todoroki #dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha #fluff bnha #dabi fluff #touya fluff #soft touya #touya x reader #Im writing this at 12 AM #don’t judge if it’s bad #i swear pt3 of sketchbook is on its way- just gotta think with my big brain

[seventh-district]

i’ve just finished season one of TMA, and being someone who’s okay with spoilers is fun because it means i can peruse the wiki and scroll through the tag and i get to become privy to all sorts of weird, wonderful, halfway-out-of-context information that i get to look forward to understanding in the future

like. what do you mean Leitner’s in the tunnels?

what do you mean Jon eats the extinguished sun??

what do you mean it’s spelled Gerard Keay???

#Jon‚ narrating a statement: '…whose passport had identified him as Gerard Keay.' #Me‚ an American‚ not yet in the habit of following along with the transcripts: 'Ah‚ yes. Jared Key.' #tma spoilers #the magnus archives #gerry keay #gerard keay #tma #i’m sorry but Why do british ppl apparently pronounce Gerard like that how do y’all audibly tell Gerard and Jared apart #anyways based on how i’ve glossed over the other two arguably much more shocking revelations i mentioned #i’m sure you can tell that i’ve latched onto Gerry and everything else is just background noise to me #okay that’s an exaggeration. i Do love the entire show and am invested in the entire cast to varying degrees but. #Gerry… my beloved… his role in Ep. 12 hooked me instantly #it’s bad‚ guys. ive already started making him a playlist. it’s safe to say there’s no hope for me. the fixation train has left the station #Gerry (and Michael) have moved in and will live rent free in my brain indefinitely #listen. you can’t just present to me a cryptic goth man with long poorly dyed black hair and mommy issues who’s covered in eye tattoos- #-and is frequently affiliated with the supernatural and then expect me to Not fall in love with him!!! #*looks at DoorKeay* …and i am also not immune to the opposites attract & human x supernatural entity tropes… #tbh looking at all this DoorKeay fan art has me suddenly remembering my EraserMic days #which is a wild thing to say i know but listen. it’s just the whole long-black-hair x long-blonde-hair similarity #and maybe a bit of the opposite personalities. idk why but i was just admiring one particular DoorKeay fanart and it suddenly hit me #i literally whispered to myself out loud ‘holy shit it’s EraserMic again…’ and it's not Really but also it kinda is and i think it's funny #but then i did More thinking and i think it goes beyond just them. i think i rlly just have a thing for Dark & Light coded character ships #Michael & Gerry… Navia & Chlorinde... Sun & Moon… Mic & Aizawa… #i think i’m learning smthn abt myself now i’ve gotta think if there’s more examples… #i'd almost say Alphonse and Seth but eeehhh not quite. and honestly i think the bigger-brain way to see their relationship through the- #-Dark x Light trope would be to take into account the resurgence of DM!Al and that kinds flips the dynamic #i think that if either of them are Moon-coded it'd be DM!Al. but they honestly just don't quite fit in that trope's box anyways #they're Pink/Black x Brown coded. not Yellow x Black #i do gotta say that i've pulled an Interesting number of songs off Seth's playlist while working on Gerry's... it's the mommy issues innit #i'd almost say PB x Marcy but once again we've got a character that's pink-coded‚ not yellow. i think they fall into a different category