#[ hi how was your day? || ic ]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

oh hey! i was reading a fic the other day where Wangji was once misspelled as Wangu. which leads me to: MDZS Pingu-style??? noot noot!

Do you think love can bloom on the sea ice?

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[al-luviec]

I got so insanely mad while drawing this

+ closeup and normalness

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[tornado1992]

Little almost starved to death baby Tails panicking the first time Sonic took him to a food buffet because he over ate and thought he was gonna die cause he never felt so full in his life, little baby boy thought he was gonna explode.

[syrips]

'strahd's scary'

'strahd's evil'

yea ok but hear me out.

imagine if. if he let you hug him.

[coollyinterferes]

The unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching begins to fill the air. Whoever is coming seems to have brought some company along…

They are getting closer… and closer… and closer…

…and closer…

……until..................

"Goooooood evenin'!!" Comes the loud greeting from a certain blond man. A big smile on his face and all.

"We beg your pardon for our prolonged absence. It was completely beyond our control..." Then adds the gentleman standing by his side, apologizing on behalf of both, offering a genuine smile along with the apology.

"...BUT! We're back!" And hopefully for good this time…

[voidcat]

leaning in for a peck on the lips and telling your windbreaker darling they're so sweet they give you toothaches... only to be hit by a real toothache hours later

[ratatatastic]

the rituals are intricate

florida panthers @ new york islanders | 10.26.24 (x)

[jrueships]

If Alpey and Jaba got ice cream together, which flavours do you think they’d choose? 🤔🍨🍨

From the way Jabari acts, some people would mistake him to be a pretty boring guy when it comes to tastes in food. He's a creature of comfort who, if uncomfortable, will battle and yell with all the ferocity of a territorial lemming to regain it. However, some people tend to oversee that comfort and luxury can come hand in hand. Jabari is not the man who will play it safe, he will squint at the ice cream's menu and carefully select one of the most obscure options ever after conducting some serious research either beforehand or during the process. This research includes asking the employees what they think of the dessert. Even if there's a line of hungry kids and their late to work parents waiting behind him, Jabari will hush the ground so he can calculate All the options to come to a stable conclusion that Yes, this Is, in fact, The Best choice of item to spend my money on. He probably likes combinations, like an upside down banana split or something odd like that. If he's buying ice cream at a place that's stabilized itself by making good ice cream, it can't just be any ice cream he can just buy at a store then. It has to be THEIR SPECIAL ice cream. He's here for luxury and specifics, whatever the ice cream store says they can do the best, like, actually do in terms of making it, sprucing it up with syrups and fruits, and decorating it all nice and different, mixing it, etc, he'll buy it. I feel like he'd be one of those people that buys those really fancy overloaded ice cream shakes where there's like syrup or crumbs decorating the outside of the cup like sugar on an alcoholic beverage and there's a brownie bar on top for extra extra appearance appeal.

Meanwhile, alpey just wants some Dondurma, which is a Turkish ice cream notable for its hard texture and melt resistance, so he brings his own special knife and fork sets, one for him, one for jaba so they can cut into their ice cream bricks :] !! He's fond of the sweeter flavors, but they can't be artifical. ... sadly, there is no delicious Dondurma, and the ice cream just melts and slips between the slits of his special fork with much despair and pity. His ice cream lacks the sweetness and realness he desires, and they have no honey !!!! It's not stretchy or chewy at all! the texture is almost nothing !!!

It's okay, though, because Jabari orders him something special off the menu, an ornate mixture of various fruits and syrups and decorative pizzazz that they both end up using their forks to eat it. The creature of luxury cannot stand to see his fellow critter in need lack his own creaturely comforts. Before Jabari orders Alpey a new unique ice cream, he coaxes (demands) alpey to try a spoo-forkful of the carefully considered dessert of Jabari's choosing. Once he can tell Alpey likes Jabari's ice cream more than the simple and safe one he chose, Jabari buys Alpey something similar but with more sweetness. Cue another hour long research session that makes the poor teenagers groan as they watch their line grow longer and longer behind the happy couple(?) clinging onto their weird little forks instead of spoons.

[dcggersedge]

[ PROTEST ]: after the receiver does or says something that the sender deems to be unfair, the sender tries to exact justice by saying "hey!"

Standard fare from beginning to end. For a scary movie enthusiast like Rafal, banal and cliché and a thousand times done before. Masked killer chases scantily clad beauty down the seemingly endless hallway, her towel hung up by miraculous feat and a prayer. She tries her hand at opening a door. It's locked and no-one answers. Likewise, no-one is there to hear her terrified screams as the heavy footsteps of her to-be murderer thud closer.

Roaring chainsaw rises overhead like a beastly maw, poised to shred tender skin to grisly smithereens—and she's in two halves. Cool.

"Humph. She died so easily. Chainsaw or not, at least put up a fight. If it were me, I'd wrestle control of the weapon. I'd handle it. Nothing a kick to the balls can't help with, either. I suppose you can't expect much fro—hey!"

Rafal frowned at the warm weight of Yunaka brushing up against his arm. An act of warning, he initially thought. He's been told sometimes he's not the best person to watch movies with. Something about being too mouthy, too much of a complainer and a critic for the brainless popcorn flicks. He wasn't so sure this was about that.

Puzzled eyes peered at her, then lit up with a spark of interest. Light bulb. He brushed a piece of hair away from her face to look at her better, every inch of that expression just for Rafal to parse. Scared? Disinterested? Fired up? Whatever the case: "If you're not into the movie," his thumb pressed down on the bone of her cheek, just resting there. "—we can do something else."

Like movie, like watchers, this too was another form of cliché, wasn't it?

hey hey | accepting!

She knows what to expect at this point, but the way Rafal immediately falls into griping about the movie before it even has a chance makes her grin to herself all the same. She'd already known going in that the movie wasn't going to be anything impressive though, so she'd anticipated this early.

When he bitches about the plot, she nods along. When he starts criticizing the cheap use of gore to replace real tension, she hums in agreement even as she grimaces uncomfortably at the sight. And when he starts talking about how he'd handle it, she moves the bowl of popcorn onto the table and out of the way before it can get accidentally knocked over.

It's all clichés, after all. She knows what's coming next.

She doesn't stop herself from audibly snorting in response to his offer. "You are SO corny." Her impression of him is lacking. She just can't get her voice to go as deep as his does. There's enough teasing in her tone to get the point across. "Am I really being seduced right now?"

Light laughter as helps to make her point. She turns her head, just enough to ghost her lips against the palm of his hand. Then, she moves, mischief in her grin.

"Alright, so that's how you'd handle the killer. What about the other scenes?" Whatever prompts the screaming on the TV is put behind her as she settles in his lap. Another cliché. "Like all those cheesy love scenes to get people excited?" One hand makes its way to tangle in soft hair. Another cliché. "How would you handle the scene where couple gets some alone time in the woods?"

It's so stupid and cheesy. She's still incredibly amused as she smirks down at him. She lowers herself, but stops just shy of their lips actually touching. "I've got some ideas we can try to see what works best."

[lalarawr]

tge way i cajt even continue inquisition bc im stoll thinking sbout hawke and naking myself have a fucking aneurysm

[tacitusauxilium]

“I saw something about arson? As long as you all are being safe, then have at it! As for I, I am going to the internet and causing mayhem.”

[helianthus21]

his brother abandoned him and gave him a near-fatal wound and he's still the most precious thing in the world to him

[cinnamon-bunni]

NOT okay right now im thinking abt pokemon leaving scars on their trainers + everyday, domestic problems.....

[cldhrbour]

[ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. - @recitedemise

the elevator SHUDDERS to a halt. gates opening with a screech. the only sounds that broke an otherwise agonizingly quiet ride from grymforge to. . . well wherever the hells this was taking them. their friends begin to file out of the small space , and as serana begins to follow suit she feels a hand reach out and clasp to her own. keeping her from moving. a silent beg. please. talk to me. i did it for you. i only ever did all of this for you. and when she looks back , those eyes like fire gazing into warm pools ( they remind her of chocolate or more appropriately the polished wood of a walnut bookcase lit in ambient firelight ) for the first time in a couple days her resolve cracks. just enough. just enough for him to pull her in ; he waves the party to keep going , that they'd catch up , and he keeps her here by encompassing pale fingers within his own.

she refuses to look down at them , no she's holding his gaze. because all it is , is proof. veins black with tar. tips of his fingers darkened and she knows it's only worsened over the hours. ( a battle with some spawn sent by harkon had ensued on the way here and she watched him so closely. would purposefully cast before he could. still without a word spoken to him. ) he'd notice by bringing her close that there was a significant change in temperature. he'd see , even in the dark that now surrounded them as they neared the shadowed lands , the pale stone sitting pretty in the gentle dip between her collar bones. THIS. CURSED. THING.

you've battled with yourself these past few days. you've wanted to RIP IT OFF and throw it into the molten fires of the forge because maybe , by the blood just maybe the fates would be kind enough to pull the weave from between it's melting molecules and give it back. drip a few measly droplets back into his well. but you can't , can you ?? because if that doesn't work you've wasted what he's given up and you could never do that because you ───

he sings songs of apologies. waxes on about how lonely the past couple of nights were without her there. they're pretty words. if he were a bard , they'd tug sweetly at her heartstrings. " gale , please. . . " how could he not understand ?? this isn't what she wanted. as gracious as the gesture was , as they all had been , if she'd known the cost she'd never ─── " it was never about what it was. . . gale. it was about what it meant. maybe to you it was a kind gift to a friend ─── " something done to show how much you care about someone , how much you listen. " ─── but to me. . . now all i can think of is the LOSS tied to it. "

a hand pulls from his grip , gently and delicately , reaches up to cup the cheek of her sallow-skinned wizard. he's fading , there's hardly any light behind his eyes anymore and your heart so full wails inside. " i don't want . . . gods gale i would have NEVER asked for a trinket to keep me warm , nor a spell to see myself again , nor any other moment you've given me if i knew it was at the cost of you. it's a price i'd never pay. " and you took that choice from me. ever since the night. that one. where they traded the most delicate ice lace. when her hands pressed the dirts of coldharbour into his. it wasn't about the magic. it never was. no , this was about two souls lonely and desperate for someone to understand. two people who only knew value of what others wanted from them. two wielders of magic , no matter its source , just sharing a moment together. falling.

silence again. they hold to each other , fingers grasping tightly. ( she'd press kisses to each one if she could , how she was desperate to take the pain away. to give him back that which he holds most dear. ) here she feels a moment in the space between them , a flicker as if the weave were finally giving out. her forehead presses against his , thumb running along the dark shadows beneath his eye , trailing down the delicate lines and she wonders if she'll ever see them grow brilliantly purple again. lips whispers away from each other. his name echoes around them. breaking the tension. like the snap of a piano wire. were they to take a couple steps and peer out of the elevator they'd see their friends. and in the dark , in between the small semi-circle the group had made ─────

───── there stood a rather elderly man giving the most gentle wave.