Gaz, Absolutely Plastered: Hey Ghost I Wonder What Would Happen If I Hit You With This Chair?

BEYOND obsessed with this house in fort worth, texas i mean

okay pretty normal, let’s look at the interior photos—

WHAT THE FUCK

here we see the first example of a pattern that will recur throughout the house, which is that once your eyes adjust to the bonkers dictator chic marble-and-gilded-everything, you notice some pretty egregiously shoddy workmanship. look at how that baseboard intersects with the outlet. look at how the marble… uh, thing on the wall (i was gonna call it a fireplace but it’s not a fireplace, i have no idea what that is) has gaps and weird angles wherever two pieces meet. it’s like they’re trying to recreate versailles on an ikea budget

i… don’t hate the kitchen. i mean, obviously it’s ugly and #toomuch and there was zero effort made to match the very modern appliances and sink to the cabinets, but still, i’m a sucker for a pass-through and a big sink with a window above it.

this ceiling Fucks but the wrinkly, uneven curtains and terrible caulking around the faux-column in the middle anti-Fuck

why did we suddenly completely switch aesthetics. why is there an old TV set into the wall at floor level. why is there a tiny set of doors next to it. why does the fireplace look like an asset ripped from the original dark souls. i feel a sinister presence sucking at my soul the longer i look at this photo

i feel like whoever designed this monstrosity started with the dining room and then once they’d finished it realized they’d blown half their budget on just this one room. it’s so overdecorated that the gaudiness feels intentional, like it’s a statement rather than a side effect of genuine tastelessness. i can applaud that.

here we have the antithesis of the dining room. i don’t know what this room is supposed to be but i hate it. i’m pretty sure everything in this photo literally came from ikea. there is a lack of commitment here and it is rancid

ladies, gentlemen, distinguished colleagues, we have now hit the cornerstone of any great tacky real estate listing: the heart-shaped bathtub! this one gets bonus points for being next to a gilded mirror and surrounded by bright red damask wallpaper. as a bathtub i’d give it a 1/10 because those angles look incredibly uncomfortable, but as a place to shoot my lover through the heart while wearing a gauzy fur-trimmed bathrobe before fleeing with our ill-gotten fortune i’d give it a solid 11/10

here we are with the lack of commitment again. this literally looks like the kitchen in my college dorm but with a weird fringey lamp and some curtains that are absolutely too long for their windows

again, the mix of styles here is just killing me. half damask wallpaper and carved wall panels, half normal-ass bathroom? really? isn’t there anything truly unhinged left in this house? anything truly opulent, decadent, off the chain, extravagant, gaudy—

THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT BAY BEE!!! THAT’S MORE THE FUCK LIKE IT!!! COMMIT! TO! THE! BIT! GO BIG OR GO HOME! IF YOU’RE GONNA STICK A CEILING DOME IN THE FOYER OF YOUR SUBURBAN TEXAS HOUSE IT HAD BETTER BE TWELVE FEET IN DIAMETER AND PAINTED WITH DOZENS OF FLOWERS OR ELSE WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE EVEN DOING HERE??

and finally, to close out the show, a reminder that this entire acid trip of a real estate listing took place in an ordinary, modern single-story house in texas, one with a backyard and utility boxes on the exterior walls and neighbors who may be blissfully unaware that they live mere feet from a yawning pit of madness.

i love tacky real estate listings.

this is how I will be imagining ghost from now on 🫡

creds to @ chatskaja on Twitter

Purge trooper cody and Obiwan for @thelastbattlecry so this is entirely his fault

I love that my childhood allows me to know what this is from

this is funny

like really, really funny

Thinking-

about a Pacific Rim AU where Simon and Johnny are in love and together, but not drift compatible. They’re both right side pilots, stronger and more dominant over their left side counterparts, and in a Jaeger, they just don’t work.

It’s all well and good, until Simon’s co-pilot of almost five years is killed. All that work, all that time… wasted.

Simon could kill him himself, if some poor sod didn’t already do the job.

Their captain starts the process of finding a replacement, cranking through cadets in an attempt to find a very specific person, a very specific brain capable of completing a neural bridge with Simon, until they finally stumble upon you.

Johnny is thrilled. He reads your file, pours over your record, drinks up every detail available, all before ever laying eyes on you. He finds your social media, your hometown paper, education record, service record, the works. You’re a shiny, smart, capable yang to Simon’s yin. You’ll be perfect.

A perfect match, he thinks. Thank fucking Christ.

But…

Simon instantly dislikes you. You’re too bright, sunshine abrasive in the dark of his life. He’s dismissive and stand offish, irritated by the fact command did not allow him and Johnny to even try drifting again, instead choosing to place him with a complete stranger shipped to his doorstep from halfway around the world. He doesn’t want you crawling around in his brain. He doesn’t want his memories to become yours, and vice versa. He doesn’t want you in his- their life. He wants you to fuck off.

It beats you down. You weren’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t this. A co-pilot who can’t even look at you? Who dismisses you at every turn? It’s awful. You had heard stories about the Ghost, sure… but didn’t expect him to be so resistant to a new partner.

It’s so awful, you get pissed drunk one night. End up in a dark dive bar, licking your wounds and moaning to yourself about how all your training, all your work, is going to be for nothing. You’re going to fail. You’ll never pilot a Jaeger, because your co-pilot is too resistant, too controlling, won’t even try. It sucks.

So, okay. You have a little pity party. You try to drown your sorrows, and the guy next to you is very, very sympathetic. He listens to you cry about it, empathizes with your struggle and tries to commiserate with you.

It helps, of course, that he’s gorgeous. Blue eyes, golden like a god, long strands of mohawk perfectly framing his sheer bone structure.

“Dinnae worry, hen. ‘M sure he’ll come around. He’s just got to get to know ye s’more.” He coos, pressing a blazing hot thigh against yours with a wink. You lean a little bit into him, let him trace his fingertips down your spine, across your neck.

You’re so distracted, you don’t know the mass of a man wearing a mask, sitting in the shadows. Watching.

♥️💙♥️💙♥️💙

I wish I could draw people 😭😭😭

[Image ID: Digital painting of Commander Fox and Riyo Chuchi from Star Wars: the Clone Wars. They are depicted standing in a Coruscant alleyway, shown facing one another from the knees up. Riyo wears a light purple dress with gold ornamentation and a dark indigo shawl with sweeping designs. Her headpiece and hairstyle is similar to hers in the Orto Plutonia arc, added teal beads the only difference. She is on the left and looking up at Commander Fox, who is in his standard Coruscant Guard Armor sans helmet. Riyo looks concerned, while Fox is downcast. The two are holding hands. End ID.] Thanks to @padme–amygdala for letting me add their image ID to this post!

This doubles as fanart from @amukmuk‘s amazing fic, “Perception,” and as a contribution to day six (Secret: private, secluded, undercover) of @foxiyoweek. :)

I won’t spoil anything, but in this scene, Fox was just reminded of how low many people’s opinions of clones are. It makes me angry and breaks my heart at the same time. T____T

I had sooo much fun with the paint job on Fox’s Phase I armor, and playing around with Riyo’s fancy outfit was challenging but also a good time!

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Summary: The real reason behind your enhanced abilities is a closely guarded secret… until Steve Rogers happens. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic) Word Count: 3051 Warnings: Fluff, language, talk of periods, minor angst, literal fluff, more literary fluff A/N: This story came from a random brainstorm idea I had while on Discord with some friends, and I managed to turn it into an actual story! I’ve been getting used to my new job, still exhausted all the time, but managing to push forward and write when I can. :) I really hope you enjoy this story, it was beta’d by @saxxxology and the gif below was made by me. 

Marvel Masterlist

The knock on your door takes you by surprise, and you carefully mark the page in your book before sliding off the edge of the bed to answer it. Not many people visit you in your room at the Avengers compound unless it’s for a mission, which FRIDAY would have already alerted you to if there was.

When you swing open the door, the last person you expect is Natasha Romanoff standing there looking down the hallway, perfectly styled red hair swinging as she turns her head to look at you.

“Hey Agent Y/L/N,” she greets you with one of her patented spy smiles, giving nothing away about her true intentions. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.”

“No, just catching up on my reading during the downtime between missions,” you inform her warily. “Is there… something you needed?”

“Oh, no,” she waves a hand in front of her, “just… me and a few of the other compound residents are planning a girls night later this month. Taking over Tony’s pool and hot tub, raiding his expensive liquor, ordering way too much pizza… you know, the yoozh. I wanted to see if you were interested in coming. It’d be me, Agent Hill, Wanda, Agent Alvarez, and I’m pretty sure Pepper is going to be there, too.”

The request, however surprisingly random, intrigues you. You’ve only been on a handful of missions with the agents she listed, and nothing between you or anyone she mentioned feels close to friendship. Either way, you decide to go along with it; maybe it’s time to make some friends, you have been living here for almost six months now and are just as solitary as the day you arrived.

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by rights Obi-wan should have been able to talk Anakin down, when you think about it

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