Some Rumbelle Shitposts Cause I Love Them Despite Their Issues

Enid : Did you have to stab him?

Wednesday : You weren't there. You didn't hear what he said to me.

Enid : Oh, what did he say?

Wednesday : "what are you going to do? Stab me?"

Enid : ......

Thing : ......

Enid : Yeah that was his own mistake.

Thing : -Fair-

i love this person’s work so much omg they keep me fed 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Charley x Yuri School Spirits

A three part canon-compliant fic series of almost every significant scene between Charley and Yuri from Yuri’s POV, exploring his thoughts and feelings when interacting with Charley and a few of the other characters.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4727272

I am fine, I am NOT in tears at the way Robert Carlyle's voice breaks when he says "a home".

Because you see in those eyes he is ready to spirit away to that tower and rescue her. Give her the home. Apologize for his bullshit. Beg her forgiveness, beg to give her whatever she wants, ask her to be his true love, let him be the home she deserves...

imagine if the avengers had actually discussed the plan for more than an hour, and found out from nebula that you have to sacrifice what you love most to get the soul stone (basically a soul for a soul), and steve volunteered himself for the mission. face to face with the red skull, he’s asked if he’s willing to make the sacrifice, to lose what’s important to him. steve replies, “go ahead and try. i’ve already lost everything else.” after its done, steve just laughs and says, “that’s all?”

& steve makes it back alive with the stone. he makes it back to the avengers compound. they don’t recognize him at first, but once they see past the change in structure and size, its obvious. they ask what happened, and he replies “a soul for a soul”. he gave up captain america, let him go once and for all, and that was enough.  

"is it just me or do you get the vibe that he only came out because of me?"

"are we talking the closet or the pottery room?"

OH- GAGGED

Natasha: Ha, I’m a piece of trash.

Steve: As someone who cares deeply about the environment, I am obligated to pick you up. Is seven okay?

Natasha: ...You smooth fucker. Yes.

“Chillin like a villain, dining like kings tonight” - I forgot

Gold sees what you're doing, David, and he judges.

(also cracking up because absolutely yes he would buy rope and duct tape at the pharmacy, judge David openly for cheating on his wife, and then proceeds to kidnap Moe, tie him up with said rope and duct tape, and beat the shit out of him. There is a moral line and murder okay, cheating on your wife is inexcusable.)

Reading fanfic has heightened my paranoia. Somebody could be directly across from me on the other side of the room with no reasonable way of being able to see my phone screen but I always have that nagging feeling that somehow everyone in the room knows exactly what sins I’m committing and are severely disappointed in me.