#( absolute chaos )

[desertduality]

this screenshot from jimmy's video is sending me. the wither, the warden scream, the random enderman also fleeing. scar midjump running for his life. it's perfect.

[itsallrandomcontent]

Oscar Piastri : No friends, only enemies.

Carlos Sainz :

[grandmoments]

I'm in love with this chaos!

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

[hoarding-stories]

I mean, it's not an Ame and Eursulon exit if they don't burn some bridges before they leave

[shesmore-shoebill]

ALEX GAVE THEM 2 EXTRA MINUTES. AND IN THOSE TWO MINUTES THEY MANAGED TO GET AMANGELA SIM KISS IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWED BY 20K (and Angela changing her PFP to bobby hill on instagram). SUCH IS THE POWER OF PRIDE MONTH. 🥳🥳����🥳🥳🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[theatricalgeminifangirl]

The cast of NADDPod would be my ideal cast for the next season of Dirty Laundry

[thenorwalkagent]

Game time bros

[sixcostumerefs]

Six WE having six alts right now and yet STILL needing an emergency cover from a UKT alt….oh my god

[sonik-kun]

Jiang Cheng and Jin Guangyao learning how to change baby Jin Ling's diaper for the first time. Shenanigans ensue.

[vigilskeep]

I know Anders is already romanceable in 2 but I feel like it's extra funny to consider the possibility of him having a Thing with a warden-commander Amell and then moving to kirkwall and subsequently being swept off his feet by Hawke only to realize later that Hawke and Amell are, in fact, related

hawke: so long story short we’re breaking into the amell estate later are you coming

anders internal sighing already knowing he is going to say yes to whatever nonsense hawke asks him to do because he is apparently this easy: ye—wait. the WHAT estate

hawke: the amell estate? it was my grandfather’s

anders: amell? like... the hero of ferelden, amell?

hawke: oh! yeah they’re my second cousin

anders: ...

hawke: um are you—

justice: anders is taking a leave of absence can i help you

[breannasfluff]

What if... through time/portal shenanigans, Eldritch!Chain met Wing!Wild for a shift

Traveling through time? Check. Meeting alternate versions of a hero? Also check. Legend sits up in his bedroll and stares at Wild. Or…not-Wild. Not their creepy vibes Wild. No, this one is crouched by the fire, cooking what looks like bugs. Oh, and he’s got wings. Because yeah, that’s how this day is going to go.

Legend points, which is rude, but so is dealing with this so early in the morning. “Who are you?”

Not-Wild looks up and honest-to-Hylia chirps at him. Yeah. No. He’s not dealing with this alone. The vet leans across and whacks at Twilight’s bed roll. “Fix this!”

The rancher blinks slowly, entirely too comfortable. “Mornin’. Cub cookin?”

“He’s weird now. What did you do?”

“Me?” Twilight blinks again and sits up, turning to the fire. “Whadja–oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

They both stare at the not-Wild. The person? Bird? Avian? Ruffles feathers and fluffs his wings up around his ears at their stare.

Twilight cheats and slaps Time awake. “Somthin’s goin on.”

By the time the old man extracts himself from the bedding, everyone else is awake and staring as well. Time manages an impassive face pretty well, but his tells give him away. The vein next to his eye is twitching. 

“Good morning.”

Bird boy whistles again and looks at his pan. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

“Er, right.” Time shares a helpless glance with Twilight. Goddesses, they really make the vet do all the work, don’t they?

“Hey, kid. Where did you come from? Where’s our Wild?”

He cocks his head and flutters his wings. “I’m with you for now, I guess.”

“Who said?”

“Hylia.”

Well, shit. She would inflict some kind of dimensional weirdness on them. 

Wild gives the pan a shake and waves Four over. “Here. You can have half,” he stresses.

Four sidles closer, the wariness growing to confusion as, likely, he doesn’t feel the need to run for the hills. Then he glances in the pan. “Are those bugs?”

“Yeah. Got some nice crunchy bees.” The avian pops one in his mouth and crunches and oh–Legend would like his weird Wild back. Sure he eats animals whole but they aren’t…bugs. “I’ve got a nice big spider we can split, want some of the legs?”

Four blanches and skitters away to the other side of the clearing. Insane-Wild turns his attention on Warriors. “Catch!” Then he chucks something that smacks the captain in the face. Warriors shrieks and flails. The thing falls to the ground. Wild chatters in what must be disappointment. “That was good quality meat!”

“You threw it in my face!”

“Yeah?”

“I have meat juice. On my face.”

“...why didn’t you catch it?”

The captain joins Four on the other side of the clearing. Most of the others back up as well. 

Twilight makes the next move, coming to stand by Wing Boy. Wild sidles away. Twilight shuffles closer. The champion sidles away again. They continue the weird shuffle all the way around the fire as Wild’s wings get higher and higher. Finally, he gives a strange tsksksks and bites the rancher on the arm.

Now Twilight is yelping and hopping away. “What was that for!”

Wild eyes him, wings ruffled. “Too close. You know better.”

“Nah, I don’t!” He rubs his arm with a truly wounded like. Like a kicked puppy. Fitting, considering his transformation.

Sky steps into the fray, but his eyes are glued to the wings. “Is your nickname still Wild?” he asks, only he’s addressing the wingbone rather than the boy attached to it.

“...yeah.”

“Your wings are beautiful! They remind me of my loftwing.”

Wild loosens slightly, wings drooping. “Yeah, your loftwings are cool.”

The chosen hero, because he has rocks for brains, reaches out and pats some feathers. Wild shrieks and explodes off the ground. His wings kick up clouds of dust and he launches straight up, then flaps into a tree and balances on a branch, hissing down at them. Sky is left blinking in confusion, hand still outstretched. 

It takes a good ten minutes for Wild to flutter back down, during which the bugs have been moved out of sight and eggs and potatoes set to cooking in a new pan. 

Legend watches from the corner of his eye as Wild paces around the edge of the group, then zeroes in on where he sits with Hyrule. He gives a funny bird call and trots over, shoving his way between them. 

“Hey!” Hyrule moves entirely, annoyed at being ousted from his seat. Legend gets a face full of feathers which he doesn’t dare push away. 

The avian trills again, wings pulling in tighter.

“Wild,” Legend says, or tries, muffled by feathers. “We don’t know what you want.”

He chatters at them both. “Force of habit.”

“To steal seats?” Hyrule’s prickly, both because he hasn’t had his morning tea, and because his fae sensibilities have been offended.

“Not stealing.” Wild’s attention is caught by the bag at his feet and he dives for it.

“Hands off!” Time jumps for it as well and a wrestling match begins before Wild lets go of the bag. The old man falls back on his butt and masks spill everywhere. 

Everyone tenses as the fierce Deity mask lands in the dirt, but the avian ignores it to grab for a cow mask. He holds it up with a grin. “This is my favorite.”

Time is still sputtering and Hyrule grabs some of the masks, passing them over. “You can’t just–take things!”

Bird boy blinks back, the picture of innocence. On the other side of the clearing, Twilight sulks. Warriors considers his scarf with misery; must have gotten meat juice on it. Sky’s wariness fades into resignation and he sits next to Four, who’s still a little peaky. 

This Wild inspires no strange feelings, but the absence of them is…disconcerting. It’s like a small piece of Legend’s awareness is missing; like he grew an inch without realizing. 

Wind, who was out collecting wood after his watch enters the clearing with a cheery smile. “Good morning! What did I miss?”

The champion perks up and taps his slate, pulling out a crab and tossing it at the sailor. The crab is, unfortunately, still alive. And angry at being thrown before breakfast–or to be breakfast. The crab attaches itself to Wind with vengeance. 

Wind starts screaming.

Legend closes his eyes to the chaos. Hylia, please give them their old Wild back. Nothing is worth this much chaos in the morning.

[qwakque]

pop music club ♪

[dr3smile]

Look at them. So In love.

[papermint-airplane]

@aliengirl's Choice Sim Challenge, Sims 3 Edition

My prompts:

skin color: light and warm

body features: magic markings

face features: down turned nose

eye color: blue eyes

hair length and texture: short and wavy

hair color: pink and platinum

aesthetic: fairycore

accessories: hat

I thought I'd try to think outside the black box for a change. 🌼🌳👒

[sophiemaryjanes]

the magnus archives is the master and margarita but gayer and more aesthetic and the master and margarita is american politics but gayer and more aesthetic

[aknelimdoogladania]

Neofëanorian sense of humour

I think that after all those wars Elrond and Celebrimbor developed a rather dark sense of humour that nobody but them found amusing.

I mean they would be having dinner and drinking wine and one of them goes: The winemakers who created this atrocious wine are worse amateurs than the murderes who participated in the First Kinslaying! And then they both laugh so hard that they fall down from their chairs.

Meanwhile their family just looks at them in horror.