spectacledotter:

jumpingjacktrash:

hypeswap:

pro-bending-bro-bending:

hypeswap:

tasmanianstripes:

hypeswap:

stop calling every piece of fabric with a plaid pattern “flannel”

flannel is a soft, warm cotton. it has nothing to do with what pattern is on the cloth

I see there’s drama in the plaid fandom

im a lesbian

So am i and i say every plaid is flannel! You can’t change my mind! See that plaid blanket over there?? That’s flannel. The latitude and longitude grid on world maps? That’s a nice flannel you got there buddy

hey are you free this saturday night. id like to meet up and have a passionate discussion with you

i can’t tell whether that’s a callout or an ask-out

enemies to lovers, fabric store AU, 40k words

gokuma:

comradewodka:

salivaanon:

Been thinking about this a lot.

If Venom is so much of a loser back home, how did they end up on this highly important mission? What possible purpose would they serve? Riot is the leader, of course, and I’m assuming Carrion (yellow) and Blight (blue) would probably be like combat and study, so why is this dumb gay there?

And then it hit me.

The only constructs Venom ever produced during fights were defensive. When the Foundation goons bust up Eddie’s apartment, they make a shield to protect the people whose window they just crashed through from getting shot. The fight with Riot, they produce a big one to keep him from tearing their face off. After the rocket, they created a parachute so Eddie didn’t get hurt—at what could easily have been the cost of their own life. They told Anne not to get involved because it would be dangerous.

Venom was just a tank. The only reason they were there was to take damage and keep the others safe.

Fuck, man.

…and of COURSE the team protector would be the one to look at this planets sweaty inferior meatbags and go ‘but consider: what if I protect THIS, actually’

NO ATTACC

ONLY PROTECC

beetledrink:

beetledrink:

i hate… i haaate when you’re talking to someone who you know won’t recognize just “dnd” so you have to say out loud “dungeons and dragons” and wait for a horde of jocks to start kicking the shit out of you

i had to tell my 71 year old grandpa i was tired today because last night was game night which meant playing Dungeons and Dragons with my friends. he asked me if i won and i had to say no i did not win Dungeons and Dragons