#championofdogs

[camillekaze]

My dear friend @championofdogs and I challenged ourselves to a DTIYS of the very handsome Davrin from this photoset (actual photo under the cut!)

[kinemon]

Doflamingo & Croco?

ahh doflacroc... dofuwani as the cultured fans call it

look I am EXCEEDINGLY normal (lying) about crocodile and doflamingo is growing on me thanks to the influence of one friend in particular

I think @mugiwara--ya put it best:

they're horrible people and they're worse when they're together. and for people who do like a hateship every now & then (me) that's great

they're like that reddit comment along the lines of "keep whatever toxic shit is going on here between you; no one else deserves to be exposed to that"

[desperado-raspado]

Art Fight Entry No.4 A revenge on user Championofdogs (@championofdogs ) of his mean boy Mobster OC Kolya (Character ID 1335095) who stress bakes.

[stinkbrat]

Not the saddest song I know but Gary come home from Spongebob is genuinely sad as shit

I V A N

[ofstrangeshadows]

@championofdogs

The fandom must be better now! I sincerely hope so. It was going off of the deep end for a second there. 😂

I always want to get back into it, so you’re comment actually made me feel a bit better about it! If you say it’s not crazy, I believe you. Maybe I’ll replay the game this weekend~

[thirtysixsavefiles]

Rhack 10 w Rhys' parents?

10.   The in-laws come to visit

“No dick jokes,” Rhys says, plumping the throw pillows on the couch.

“Aw come on, your dad loves them.” Jack picks up one of the pillows only to have it immediately taken away from him. “When did we get these?”

“He does not.” Rhys eyes the pillow critically. “And yesterday. If we don’t have any my mother will buy some while she’s here. She’ll say the couch looks empty.” Rhys places the pillow back down, then picks it up and reverses the order of the others. He steps back to inspect his handiwork, but he doesn’t appear to be any happier with this arrangement than the first.

“Let her.” When it looks like Rhys is going to go for yet another rearrangement, Jack wraps his arms around him from behind, putting his hands over Rhys’ and folding them on Rhys’ stomach. “It’s a pillow. What does it matter?”

Rhys tenses like he’s going to make a break for the pillows, but Jack holds fast and after a moment he relaxes. Jack rests his chin on Rhys’ shoulder and waits for Rhys to come out with it, because even for him this is neurotic.

“This is our place,” Rhys says finally, quietly, but he stops there.

“I should hope so,” Jack says. “Unless that was a fake lease I signed.”

Rhys huffs. “No, I mean -” He turns in Jack’s arms, resting his forearms on Jack’s shoulders. His gaze is somewhere to Jack’s left, distant and thoughtful, but when he looks back at Jack he looks as determined as Jack has ever seen him.

“She’s my mother,” he says. “I love her. But this is our place,” Rhys emphasizes. “I don’t want to see her influence when I walk in the door. I want to see you and me and if that means buying a mountain of throw pillows to cut her off at the pass I will do it.”

Jack can’t say he understands, exactly - it never would have occurred to his grandmother to buy him anything, and if it had he wouldn’t have trusted it - but he does sympathize. Rhys’ mother is - a lot. And as he looks around this space they live in Jack realizes he can identify the provenance of every item he lays eyes on: Rhys’ collection of framed postcards over the dining table (Jack had sent a few of them himself, back when they had first started dating), Jack’s very-humorous-and-definitely-not-trash lamp that he won’t let Rhys get rid of, even the couch with the dip on one end, where Rhys leans up against Jack in the evening, the first piece of furniture they bought together.

Rhys is right. This is their place. His parents are guests, but they don’t get to leave their mark.

“Okay,” he says, pressing his lips to the corner of Rhys’ mouth to see him smile. “No unauthorized pillow purchases. If it looks like she’s got interior decorating in mind I’ll just -”

“If you say ‘make a dick joke,’ I’m leaving you,” Rhys says.

“No you won’t,” Jack says, kissing Rhys properly to stop the protest that’s coming.

“Mm,” Rhys says when Jack pulls back. He blinks slowly and smiles. “Yeah. Yeah, ok.”

(Domesticity Meme)

[apocalypsegay]

championofdogs said: Yikes dude get over yourself

me: getting off to rape is bad also homophobic tropes r also bad also erasing women from storylines because cis men can now get pregnant is bad on such a level i cant even believe women are the ones writing this nonsense

u: this

[thethespacecoyote]

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“Sound of Silence”-Simon & Garfunkel

“And the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they madeAnd the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was formingAnd the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls.”