#either works really

[dr-yankenstein]

he is SICK

[neutron-stars-collision]

the mask has fallen and we’re now openly supporting zionists who are fucking your favorite celebrities <3 love that for y’all keep it up

I’m waiting for the day someone gives me actual evidence that Antonia is a Zionist. Not her father, auntie, grandma or downstairs neighbour. Antonia.

Because I’ve been waiting for this for a year now and nada. Until then allow me to occasionally acknowledge the fact that she exists and supports Luke as she should <33

[that-goose]

People be like “are you amab or afab” and like bitch I’m acab

[space-and-galaxies]

Incorrect Ducktales 2017 #6

Louie: An A-minus means you actually earned an "A," but the teacher doesn't like you. It's a secret faculty thing.

Huey: What?

Lena: Are you kidding?

Dewey:  Et tu, Brute? Am I using that right? 

[ialmostdos]

y’all ever listen to enchanted just to flex on adam young

[fyeahjackward]

Your Edward has a motorcycle, right? Did Jack ever get brave enough to let Edward coax him into a ride? If so, how was his first time? (Motorcycle rides are some great times for necessary hugging, i know personally ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) Boston countryside would be gorgeous on a bike at night or through a light storm 🤖

 *dusts off the ol’ soapbox for some OTP ramblings* PREPARE YA BUTTS; THIS GETS LONG.

He does ♥ And sort of like the airplane predicament, it’s one of those technological innovations that makes Jack go NOPE. But Edward keeps trying. And trying. And trying some more. And eventually he wears him down, because Jack is finding it increasingly difficult to say no to him and his stupid gorgeous smile and those pretty blue eyes. A well-executed and just-a-little-too-sincere ‘Do you really think I’d let anything happen to you?’ and Jack falls to fucking pieces.

Jack tries like hell to keep a respectable distance once they hit the pavement, much like the rules of dance; hands on the equator, and it’s as awkward and ridiculous as it sounds, but he manages in the fairly slow-moving traffic. But he begins to fuss as Edward breaks away from downtown and begins to pick up speed; it’s apparent that his methods aren’t going to work much longer. “I don’t like this-”

“You’d probably enjoy it more if you’d stop actin’ like I’ve got cooties. I told you you’re gonna’ have to hang on.”

Jack opens his mouth to protest, but a bump in the road is enough to scare him into complying along with a pretty entertaining and undignified yelp. Edward chuckles, and asks if he’s alright. Reassured that he is, in fact, okay, he gives Jack a moment out of courtesy, and enjoys the feeling of his arms around his chest, and his face nestled against his back, before he gives him any flack. “Now’s that really so bad?”

More below because this got so much damn longer than I expected it to lmaoo

When Jack doesn’t answer, he pulls over to make sure everything’s okay, and if he wants to go home, but Jack nervously reassures him that he’s fine. Edward nods solemnly, and reminds him that ‘I’ve got ya,okay?’ This kills the man.

The second attempt goes over a lot better. Jack gradually relaxes, and admits to himself that it’s actually pretty nice; it’s not often he got the chance to enjoy the scenery outside of downtown, atleast not in recent years, and it’s a beautiful night for it. He’s in pretty good company, too, he supposes. A warmth swells in his chest, a smile breaks out on his face, and, unconsciously, he hugs a little tighter and closes his eyes. God he smells nice. Edward would make a comment, but he doesn’t want to be a smartass and ruin the moment. So he keeps his mouth shut as it quirks up into a smirk, and he feels a warmth in his face.

It starts to sprinkle, and it’s not long before Edward pulls off to some recently gone out of business auto shop, but it’s adequate cover for them to wait out the rain. And to maybe encourage a little more UST hon hon hon oui oui. “We’ll rest a while and wait it out. A wet ride makes for a cold one.”

Neither of them really minds the inconvenience. It’s quiet, and it’s peaceful, and there’s not another soul there. They share the lonely old bench that sits outside of the old store front, and Edward spins tales of how he worked there when he was younger, and he talks a bit about his life before his stint in the military, and before Jack hired him, and Jack’s more than happy to listen. He’s always loved the rare occasions like these ones; almost a role reversal of sorts, a much welcomed break in the monotony of their everyday routines, and he enjoyed it so much more than he thought he might.

He beams Edward a big, dopey smile, and it stops his guard mid-sentence because holy shit he gets such a kick out of seeing Jack dressed down, and he loves seeing him when his hair’s a mess, and, first and foremost, he cherishes seeing that goofy, heartfelt smile, and hot damn triple whammy. ‘What?’ He finally musters, unable to resist a similar smile.

Jack shrugs. It was one thing when he’d weasel his way out to lunch with Edward, or when he’d accompany him around the neighborhood on foot. And while he enjoyed those small getaways, too, this was... ‘This is... really nice.’

‘Coulda’ been takin’ these rides a long time ago.’ Edward teases gently. He notices that the rain has stopped, and suggests, not without some reluctance, that they should perhaps be heading back home soon. Jack’s not so sure he wants to, either.

They get back on the motorcycle, and Edward’s pleased when there’s no hesitation on Jack’s part to hold on. He even shyly peeks over his guard’s shoulder as they drive back.

Much to Edward’s surprise, Jack suggests doing it again soon, and he’s happy to oblige.

[southern-charm]

//I need someone to punch McCree in the face.

[captaingambit]

Ugh I'm still just getting worse fuck this I'm going to bed