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[c-frk4]

swap/flipped schrucy art dump part 1

This is "What if Schroeder falls for Lucy, instead of Lucy" thing. I think he would stay the same but become more distant, and instead of throwing himself at Lucy, like herself, he would sabotage himself and try to loose feelings

More under the cut:

I imagine him rereading Beethoven biographies, especially chapters about his love life, trying to find parallels in his and Lucy's relationship

Gonna do part 2 cuz why tumblr doesn't let me adding more pics

Part 1 > Part 2

[allhealwesttexas]

i love full force galesburg. i wish summer was real

[iskisaggie]

😗✨

[dara-art]

Commission art for ff Five Month Until Summer for All of the Lights 💙

[skeilig]

i had to clip this part from the sunny pod because ?!?!?! they literally just waterboarded kaitlin in this scene ?!!?! help ?!!?

[oysters-aint-for-me]

YO Chapter 8 of “The Gang Miscalculates the Odds” has been POSTED! LINK IN REPLIES!

It’s only taken me 2 FUCKING MONTHS. I’m so sorry! This is 2/3 a deetress chapter and 1/3 macdennis. It’s a macdennis sandwich on deetress bread, if you will.

(if u reblog this I will love u forever 😇)

(i made another post earlier just like this one but it’s got a ~link~ in it so tumblr’s gonna be weird abt it. That’s why the link is in the replies)

Preview:

“How the hell would we get ebola all the way in Pennsylvania? Isn’t it an African thing?”

“Yeah, but bacterias are crafty,” Mac says with a casual shrug.

“Ebola is a virus, Mac.”

“I know, that’s what I said.”

“No, you just said it was a bacteria.”

“Okay, fine, if you wanna get all sciencey about it, it’s technically a bacterial virus.”

“That’s not a thing.” (Is that a thing?)

“It is! Seriously! Look,” Mac widens his stance the way he does when he thinks he’s about to school someone on something, hands up and at the ready to supply his trademark emphatic gestures. “There are bacterias, and then there are viruses, and then there are bacterial viruses. And that’s why ebola is so bad. Because it’s both.”

Dennis opens his mouth to protest, but now that he’s thinking about it…“Is that true?”

“Yeah! I heard it on the radio. And not Ryan Seacrest Top-40 radio, either. This was like NPR shit.”

“NPR shit, huh?”

“Uh-huh!” Mac beams. “See, that’s why you gotta keep me around, Dennis. Just try and find another guy who knows about shit like this. I’m definitely like, one in a million.”

Dennis frowns. That kind of came out of nowhere, but whatever. “Wouldn’t anyone who listened to that segment of NPR know about shit like this?”

Mac’s face falls. “Well—”

“So what are the symptoms of ebola?”

“Oh, you get all sick and you throw up a bunch of blood and then all your intestines sort of just slip right out of your butt.”

Of course. Dennis rolls his eyes so hard it hurts.

“It’s true, dude!” Mac insists.

Jesus Christ, Mac is such a goddamn idiot.

Dennis so glad he didn’t leave.

[homodennis]

glenn howerton in minecraft

[dayman]

glenn howerton in minecraft sunday

[271crunch]

happy glenn howerton in minecraft sunday

[bastardmanvibes]

yet again it is glenn howerton in minecraft sunday

[homodennis]

happy glenn howerton in minecraft sunday tysm everyone for 1k notes here are some new minecraft glenns i made to celebrate

[oysters-aint-for-me]

YO Chapter 8 of “The Gang Miscalculates the Odds” has been POSTED! LINK IN REPLIES!

It’s only taken me 2 FUCKING MONTHS. I’m so sorry! This is 2/3 a deetress chapter and 1/3 macdennis. It’s a macdennis sandwich on deetress bread, if you will.

(if u reblog this I will love u forever 😇)

(i made another post earlier just like this one but it’s got a ~link~ in it so tumblr’s gonna be weird abt it. That’s why the link is in the replies)

Preview:

“How the hell would we get ebola all the way in Pennsylvania? Isn’t it an African thing?”

“Yeah, but bacterias are crafty,” Mac says with a casual shrug.

“Ebola is a virus, Mac.”

“I know, that’s what I said.”

“No, you just said it was a bacteria.”

“Okay, fine, if you wanna get all sciencey about it, it’s technically a bacterial virus.”

“That’s not a thing.” (Is that a thing?)

“It is! Seriously! Look,” Mac widens his stance the way he does when he thinks he’s about to school someone on something, hands up and at the ready to supply his trademark emphatic gestures. “There are bacterias, and then there are viruses, and then there are bacterial viruses. And that’s why ebola is so bad. Because it’s both.”

Dennis opens his mouth to protest, but now that he’s thinking about it…“Is that true?”

“Yeah! I heard it on the radio. And not Ryan Seacrest Top-40 radio, either. This was like NPR shit.”

“NPR shit, huh?”

“Uh-huh!” Mac beams. “See, that’s why you gotta keep me around, Dennis. Just try and find another guy who knows about shit like this. I’m definitely like, one in a million.”

Dennis frowns. That kind of came out of nowhere, but whatever. “Wouldn’t anyone who listened to that segment of NPR know about shit like this?”

Mac’s face falls. “Well—”

“So what are the symptoms of ebola?”

“Oh, you get all sick and you throw up a bunch of blood and then all your intestines sort of just slip right out of your butt.”

Of course. Dennis rolls his eyes so hard it hurts.

“It’s true, dude!” Mac insists.

Jesus Christ, Mac is such a goddamn idiot.

Dennis so glad he didn’t leave.

[kafkian]

picturing you in the light (1/1)

‘Do you really think you need it?’ Dennis talks over him, too loud. He stops right after, a look on his face like that wasn’t exactly what he meant to say. ‘I mean, like. Grindr. Do you really use it that much?’

‘You just told me I was using it too much,’ Mac points out, mystified.

Dennis bites his lip again. Mac wishes he’d stop doing that; it makes it so hard to concentrate on what he’s saying. Is he making his eyes big like that on purpose? Focus, Mac, for fuck’s sake.

‘Yeah,’ Dennis hedges. ‘I just meant, you know. Do you really need it anymore? Like,’ he surges past the question, twisting his hands in front of him like a child caught mid-fuck up. Mac could tell him he doesn’t need to be concerned; he has no idea what Dennis’s game is here.

–

Or: 5 times Mac is oblivious + 1 time Dennis is.

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

I haven't seen glee but like... would Jaskier watch glee-

[hoteamomma]

once, maybe. 

[pomegranateruin]

me and my husband - mitski

i originally thought that i would just type out the lyrics but my messy handwriting felt better

[ch4ru]

if ship no canon why mitski song fit

[pomegranateruin]

i don’t smoke - mitski

[ch4ru]

we could tell a love story for the ages. a gay, gayass love story.

[badnew2005]

[veebrato-bitch]

I made this macdennis video with all the moments i could think of. Its 26 mins long.

I wish i could have found some more "small" moments but im still happy with how it ended up :) and i really wanted a big macden comp so i just did it

[writinglizards]

All We Need (One Last Chance)

Summary: Geralt’s retired to Corvo Bianco and Dandelion’s happy for him, really. He deserves the rest, the relaxation. It doesn’t matter that it means they don’t see each other anymore, not really. Dandelion’s the only one who cares, he’s sure.

Or at least, he’s sure until Ciri tells him otherwise.

Warnings: smut, unbearable amount of pining, almost 27k words Paring: Gerskier / Gerlion Rating: Explicit

For Alex, who asked for this fic because it would kill her. For the umpteenth time: please don’t die.

Read on Ao3

Jaskier’s happy for Geralt when he hears he’s settled down in Toussaint, got his own little vineyard and finally retired for Militile’s sake. He is. Geralt deserves rest, deserves relaxation, and so does Roach, good girl that she is.

He finds out in a letter from Ciri, addressed to her “dad-delion” which makes him choke on a laugh. The joke never fails to make him feel warm and included, like he is a part of their little family. Geralt hates it in the mockly glowering way of his, the one that says he’s irritated only to save face. It’s the same expression he’s been using on Dandelion for years, the one that says I’m experiencing an emotion I don’t know how to handle, so I’m going to pretend to be irritated at you instead of dealing with it. Dandelion…gets that one a lot.

Dad’s settled down, finally, she says, you should come see him.

But of course, he’s in Toussaint and Dandelion isn’t strictly welcome in Toussaint. And then there’s his teaching and his family land, and the rest of the responsibilities, viscount and otherwise, that keep him up north. He’s never hated anything quite so much, especially when Geralt doesn’t stop by the first year, and then the next, and the next. He’s not travelling to Kaer Morhen anymore, of course he’s not stopping by to see him. He’s enjoying the sunshine down south and not thinking about Dandelion at all, he’s sure.

So he’s happy for him, yes, but he also misses the fuck out of him in that vague, aching way he always misses him when he’s gone too long. It’s not…it’s not love he tells himself, it’s not, if only because if he admits it’s love then he admits that he’s always been a little bit in love with him and that’s…

He tells himself he got over loving Geralt years ago, back when Geralt chose Yennefer over anyone else and it’s…it’s fine. It’s as it should be.

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