#(thanks work)

[twinnedpeaks]

doing three weeks worth of laundry at 10 pm on a friday night because i am that interesting

[paleinc]

felt like shit all day

it's covid

[justarandomart]

Why must i go to work while i have so much more important things to do? Like sit around and stare at the ceiling!

[bridoesotherjunk]

Work - "we made record breaking profits last year! More than we have ever made!"

Also work - "we're changing your health insurance to this shittier one because it's cheaper and we need to save money because uhhhhhhh inflation"

🖕

[evenlyevi]

Goodnight.

[pangur-and-grim]

Belphie somehow got out and into the neighbour’s yard yesterday. when they came to my door, they described him as a “short-haired cat” which I thought was really flattering

[littlelightfish]

Funny things I found out playing with language setting in Netflix while looking episode 15:

Chilchuck's scream sounds HAUNTED in brazilian portuguese. Give it a try if you can.

(You can hear it here)

In spanish dub, Senshi says: "tocó mis senos de hombre", which means "he touched my man boobs" in Spanish. And I think that's the best dub line one so far.

[itsscaredycat]

and they lived happily ever after 🥲🙏

[eristhenat]

year's end

[xmissemmax]

My three emotions today in crisp form 🫠

[monstermonger]

It's Autumn and the Leaves are Aflame!

Brought back an old lil sticker sheet, with a few of my fav lil dragons in the theme of my fav season c:

[noodles-and-tea]

Last part whoo!!!

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4

[wtfuckevenknows]

Birthday flowers 💗

[retquits]

1.6 is coming—see you march 19th!!! 🥹🌱

[millificent]

Every Nico Di Angelo fan focusing more on the background of the episode than the actual plot

[heavenbarnes]

there was something to be said about the fact older bf!simon made such a good house husband.

“i forgot my lunch :( ”

“forgot to make it or bring it?”

“both?”

“on my way”

because the next thing was your coworkers slowly raising their heads to the sound outside your office, a throaty rumbling of an engine right outside the doors.

not a car, motorcycle maybe? question affirmed when it revved twice.

they shot you confused looks when the sound made your ears prick up, a sweet smile on your face as you trotted out the front of the building.

behemoth of a man sat astride a motorcycle. his leathers added bulk but there was something about him that said he was big enough without them.

he watched you walk over as he raised the visor on his helmet, the black one with a ghostly image of a skull painted across it.

your coworkers pressed to the windows, trying their best to hide behind the curtains and potted plants but failing all the same.

the man pointed to his face as you got on tip toes to press a kiss to his nose through the balaclava he had under the helmet.

“don’t make it a late one, alright?”

“yessir”

as you gave him a haphazard salute, he reached behind to give you a pat on the backside before he stood to retrieve the brown paper bag he’d been carrying.

lunch in hand, you lean in to press a kiss to the visor he’d just lowered- right on top of the lipstick print that sat in the corner of it.

the print that looked a lot like your lips.

the helmet never leaves the back of you as you walk towards the office, your coworkers scrambling to not get caught staring.

you didn’t mind, just smiled as you reached into your lunch bag and retrieved a sandwich. the one that was cut perfectly into the shape of a heart.