#hides

[sugashook]

....i reversed it

[heartnosekid]

themidorihouse on ig

[sapphire11]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020) Additional Tags: Tarlos Break Up Era, Canon Divergent, Rewrite beginning of season 3, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Angst Summary:

TK records messages for Carlos during the break up and Carlos accidentally stumbles across them when TK is admitted into the ICU post the disastrous ice rescue of Season 3 Ep 1. ----------------------------------------------------------- It was easy to tell himself last time that he was just trying to make sure TK didn’t lose whatever message he was trying to store. Now though, he is making a choice to dig into TK’s private world, somewhere that Carlos hasn’t had a place in for a long time.

The desire to hear TK’s voice again, and to confirm or deny that he is indeed losing what little grip on reality he has, wins out. He opens the app. What he sees nearly makes him drop the phone.

There is a single folder labeled with his name. The words 'For Carlos' shining like a spotlight.

With a shaking finger he opens the folder and for a long moment just stares at the screen, not able to comprehend what he’s seeing.

[refundtheticket]

this tabaxi is here to clean your house. do you let them in y/n

[aplaceinme]

Song: Hourglass by Catfish and the Bottlemen

[refundtheticket-archive]

a ref for my tabaxi character, hide! eveyone clap

[fennecfiree]

🔥

Topic: Headcanon that you hate

*hides in the corner*

uhmmm... uhm..... i dont like tall kyle..

[starryyskies]

Well well

I shall keep this in mind.

You are not safe from me anymore , Jay 👁️

OH NO

[verfound]

FIC: "All Her Days" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

Companion to It's a Good Day

Read on Ao3

09 September 2024

Prompt 21: Escape

“Aaaand…done,” she said, smiling as she stepped back from the wall.  She laid her hands on her still-flat stomach, absently rubbing as she considered her work.  “What do you think, Tikki?  Think he’ll like it?”

There was no answer.

She giggled anyway, turning from the room to let the paint dry.  She had left the window open, but it probably wasn’t good to be around those fumes any longer than necessary.

“You’re right,” she said, her hands still on her stomach.  “Of course he will.  He’s going to be so excited…”

She’d waited long enough.  It was about time they let themselves hope again.

She wasn’t showing yet, but keeping the secret from her husband had been killing her.  It had seemed like a good idea at first, what with the new threat to the city.  She had known if she’d told Luka he would make her stop, insist on wielding the Ladybug himself, but protecting Paris had always been her responsibility first.

“You have new responsibilities now,” he would have said.  “You have support.  Let us – let me – help you.”

And he probably would have been right, but…she hadn’t been certain at first, and she hadn’t wanted to get him worried – to get his hopes up – until she was.  And then once she’d known…well.  The threat had been neutralized quick enough, but then he’d had to go on tour, and now…

She sat down at the kitchen counter, pulling her lukewarm mug of tea over.  He’d be home any time now, and then she’d show him the nursery she had started decorating, and he’d know, and oh, he was going to be so excited…

She felt a fluttering in her stomach, and she knew it was crazy – surely it was too soon? – but she laid a hand over their little someone and smiled.

“I know, sweetie,” she said.  “I’m excited, too.”

She heard a noise by the door – keys in the lock? – and looked up, her smile growing.  Speak of the devil…

She put her tea down and rushed over to the front door, quickly unlocking it and throwing it wide.

“Welcome…oh,” she said, blinking as she stared into the nursery.  She took a hesitant step in, her brow furrowing as she looked around.  The crib was set up in the corner, the paint long-since dried (and replaced twice over, because she just couldn’t settle on a color that felt like both of them enough to suit their little someone), and the window was closed.  She shook her head, laughing slightly.  “All right, who closed the window?  Xuppu, was it you?  You know we need to air the room out.”

With the window open, she turned towards the rocking chair in the corner.  She sighed and sat, her hands going back to her belly.  Her feet were killing her today – she couldn’t wait for the baby to get here already.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Luka whispered by her ear, and she smiled as she felt him brush a kiss along her temple.

“About time,” she murmured.  “I thought you…”

…but he was gone when she opened her eyes.

Her brow furrowed as she sat up, looking around.

“Lu…Luka?” she called, but he was nowhere to be seen.  She was nowhere to be seen – the nursery had faded into swirling gray around her, the only clue it might have been there the rocking chair she sat in.  “Luka!  What…where are you?  Luka!”

There was a door, just across the room.  A faint outline that almost faded into the walls.  She pushed herself up and rushed towards it, her hand gripping the handle and turning.  It flung wide open, and she stumbled into their bedroom.

He was sitting on the bed, his guitar on his lap as he played an old, familiar tune.  He looked up at her with a smile, and relief washed over her.

“Don’t scare me like that,” she said, shaking her head as she crossed over to the bed.  She climbed in beside him and curled up against his side.  He hummed, and then his lips brushed against her head as he sang something low and sweet to her.  “You keep going away.  You need to stop that.”

“…I’m not the one who left, beautiful,” he whispered.  She blinked, and when she looked up he was gone.  She flinched back, her brow furrowing as she looked around the room.

“Luka?” she called.  “Luka!  Enough – it’s not funny anymore!”

She heard a noise in the hall, and she scrambled out of bed to follow it.

Their flat felt…stale.  Like she hadn’t cleaned it in far too long.  She looked around, her stomach churning unpleasantly.  She rubbed a hand over her belly, frowning.

“I know, sweetheart,” she said.  “I don’t like it, either.”

She took a hesitant step into the living room, looking around for some sign of…anything.  Their flat was never this quiet – even when Luka and her were both out, the kwamis were always zipping around.  Where had everyone gone?  Where…?

“Tikki?” she called, taking another step into the room.  “Tikki, come on!  This isn’t funny anymore!”

…soft music came from behind her, and she sighed as she turned and saw a soft light coming from the bedroom.  She followed it, crawling back into the bed with Luka as he continued to play.

“It’s been such a weird day,” she sighed, resting her head against his hip.

“Sleep,” he said, bending to kiss her head.  “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

No, she thought, he wouldn’t be.  Because he was on the road, wasn’t he?  He was always on the road anymore…

“All right…” she sighed, laying back and closing her eyes.  She just needed a nap.  Just a little nap.  She’d go see her parents when she woke up, and they’d remind her everything was just fine, and then Luka would come home and…

The bed was empty when she woke up.  Her stomach was flat – but why wouldn’t it be?  It was still early.  She wasn’t showing yet.  Still, she had a nursery to paint.  Luka would be home any time now, and she was so excited to tell him her news…

“Come on, Tikki,” she sighed to the empty space beside her.  She pushed herself up, smiling as her hand moved to her stomach.  “We have work to do.”

[oopsarboreal]

TAURICE TAURICE TAURICE RAURICE RICE RICE TICE RICE TAURIC RAJTIXENDSGFJAHF

WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE

[reedilla]

I love the process of figuring out how to make my lizard’s tank more interesting and comfortable without being able to communicate with him. I wove this free form cave/tunnel for my lizard thinking he would like the extra coverage with some of the heat from the heat lamp dappling through. It has two openings so he could sleep or walk through it.

….and he hated it. He wouldn’t go near it most of the time, and when he did he looked uncomfortable and wouldn’t linger. He is generally pretty change adverse, so I kept it in the tank for a couple of weeks thinking he might warm up to it, but he never did so I took it out.

From watching him (grumpily) interact with it, the biggest issue seemed to be that the rattan I used wasn’t smooth, so he was getting poked when walking along the walls. I ended up hot gluing cardboard along the bottom edges, the openings, and a few bands along the top, which made it look a little less nice but was definitely better in texture. It also seemed like it was almost too open, so not good for sleeping without him feeling exposed. I decided to move it to a different place in the tank and lean it against a rock, so that the top of the cave was lower.

And these changes worked! Within the first week with he was hesitant but not nearly as agitated, and by the second week he’s spent most days hanging out under it.

Something about making things with your hands for a little creature living in your house and seeing them sleep and feel safe in it…literally the best

[honeygrahambitch]

what's "mha"?

Mha is, dear anon, the "mysterious hrab anon". Fandom lore. It started from hrab, who is a crab with Hannibal's face on it and an amazing fanfiction written by @petrowriting . Then this anon started being hrab's #1 fan and sending cursed hrab asks to anyone and oh god I won't even mention wobster who is a lobster who has Will's face. Just normal fandom stuff.

[glow-waltz-alliance]

Hello children, I have discovered your blog

[refundtheticket]

what if you had a tabaxi in your party and they loafed

[woodlnds]

A new edition to my oddities collections, a really beautiful vintage american stoat! (mustela richardsonii) I found it in my local antique store, but it comes from a north dakota trapper who was downsizing his collection, and is believed to have been tanned in the 70’s. I’m so excited to have it! The fur is extremely soft compared to my coyote pelt I have.

[phobylee]

The only thing I've accomplished and i won't provide context yet but this isn't Caleb <3

I just wanted it to look an uncanny amount like him. Anyway goodbye forever losers