#tidbit

[the-mcgrath-index]

Katie McGrath on Ben Affleck and Rosamund Pike in Gone Girl

[archi-pelago]

i made a tadc oc for my own nefarious purposes. and by that i mean seeing how long i can draw before my previously dislocated thumb starts hurting

theres plot here but the main point is: everyone is stressed that a child is stuck with them in hell and ESPECIALLY pomni who is wracking her brain trying to remember her niece's name when she'd only met the kid a handful of times during holidays

[theoutsidersdailycomic]

Brothers gotta vouch for each other no matter what

[puppyboyaddictsanonymous]

"You need a flea bath,"

Robby says as he turns the yard hose on and sprays down Dennis after he said something self deprecating..

[raidenskittypaws]

Do Snakes Have Feelings?

Doctor Victor Gideon wants to show you his reptile collection.

Everyone has their hobby; some like to crochet, others like to watch sports. Dr. Gideon was different. He loves reptiles, especially snakes. In his office, a single wall is lined with beautiful glass enclosures. Each one houses a different kind of snake. Some are harmless, others are extremely venomous. He treats every single one of them like they are his children. The doctor had invited you to see his collection. Your heart was racing at the prospect of seeing a personal side of Doctor Gideon. You had not expected the room to be so hot, a stark contrast from the sterile cold operating room. “No, my dear, you may not hold him. He might bite you, and he is venomous.” His honeyed voice rang in your ears. Curled up comfortably in his hands was an Australian Blue Viper. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Victor presented his pet to you at a safe distance, his eyes sparkling with pride over the beautiful beast. You nod, admiring the creature in his palms. The blue scales shimmered in the dim lighting, its tongue occasionally flickering out of its mouth. It was calm in its owner’s possession, reflecting the care that Doctor Gideon showed for his pets. He would occasionally glance your way, making sure that you were still paying attention to him rambling facts about his pets. He would show each pet to you, occasionally bringing one out if they allowed him to pick them up. “This one…” He hummed, now presenting you with an albino ball python. “She’s harmless. Though?” He chuckled. “Silly girl has escaped her enclosure a few times. Her name is Athena. She is very smart. She reminds me of you.” With your permission, he would set her around your neck. The snake would examine your face curiously. You ran a finger over her body, following Doctor Gideon’s instructions on how to pet her, calmly, slowly, no sudden movements. You are calm around her so as not to scare her, and do not touch her head. Her body was soft, smooth, and cool to the touch. “She likes you.” Doctor Gideon mused as he slowly took her off your neck. He brought her to his face, giving her body a gentle kiss before putting her back into her enclosure. His eyebrow quirked at your question. “Hmm? Do snakes have feelings?” He echoed. “Well… I certainly do, my dear."

[kinardsevan]

so idk if this oneshot will get finished because i have other ideas now, but this was loosely based around the idea of Buck being kidnapped by the serial killer and Tommy finding him. it doesn't even have a working title. I just really wanted to share this scene.

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His eyes open slowly and his head hurts when they do. He tries not to move, far too aware of the pain radiating down the left side of his body. He tries to take inventory, but when he goes to lift his head, he’s suddenly aware of the tube in his mouth. He tries to make noise, manages a squeak, and suddenly there’s movement inside his hand, and then a fluff of hair lifting from bed. 

Tommy. 

His eyes go wide at the sight of him. There’s bruising beneath both of his eyes and around the cut on his nose. Stitches in his bottom lip. When Tommy lifts Evan’s hand to his lips, he sees the scabs on the back of Tommy’s knuckles, and the bruises on his forearms. 

“Thank fucking god,” he chokes out, tears coming down his face already. Evan looks up at him with sad eyes, scared. Tommy shakes his head, lifting his other hand to Evan’s cheek. 

“No, honey, it’s okay,” he tells him. “You’re okay. You’re going to be fine.” 

Evan squeezes his hand as tightly as he can manage. As he looks down, he can see the rope burns on his wrist. He turns his head—or at least tries to—and lifts his other arm, only to see it wrapped tightly. He looks back over at Tommy and pulls his hand lightly. Tommy releases it, and Evan gestures towards the vent. 

“Your lungs collapsed,” Tommy explains, his voice shaking. “We almost didn’t get you here in time.”

Evan points to the clock and then reaches for Tommy’s hand and draws a question mark. 

“It’s been about four days,” he answers. “They’re working on getting you off of it, but the knife did some extensive damage. Didn’t have the easiest time bringing you out of sedation either.” 

Evan reaches for Tommy’s hand again and squeezes it before sliding it up his forearm and holding on, searching Tommy’s eyes. Tommy strokes his cheek again and gives him a sad smile. 

“No, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He sniffles, blinks away a stray tear. “I’m not leaving you again.” 

Evan tugs on Tommy’s arm again, and Tommy moves closer to the bed, leaning closer to him. 

“What do you need, honey?” He asks.

Evan lifts his hand to Tommy’s chest and taps over his heart twice before pressing his palm flat against it. Tommy lets out a small, singular laugh, nods again. 

“Yeah,” he responds. “I said I love you.” 

Evan fists the fabric of Tommy’s shirt for a moment, still staring at him before he finds his hand again and grabs it, dragging it up to his own chest and holding it there. Tommy gulps, his expression going emotional as Evan squeezes his wrist. 

“I know,” he replies with a nod, more tears coming down his face. “You said it back.” 

He calms somewhat then, and Tommy keeps stroking his hand against Evan’s cheek, which only serves to start pulling him back under. He still holds on to Tommy’s wrist, his eyes heavy each time he blinks. 

“It's okay,” Tommy tells him softly. “Don’t fight it. I’ll still be here.” 

[joejoequinnquinn]

‘…they’re making a film…about bread’

Idiot 🤣

Looking forward to hearing more about new project ‘Tidbit’ though!