#*blows you kisses*

[lumiolivier]

Hey! I figured out mirror selfies!

[f1rewalk-a]

@publicabsent : ❛  you don't mean that, do you?  ❜

laura's no stranger to saying things she doesn't really mean. she hates herself for it after the fact, the casual cruelty that can slip out of her—but this hadn't been cruel, and it hadn't been false. it's better that i died, she'd said. she hadn't expected nettie (nettie, with those big eyes that remind her of donna, i do love you, laura) to take it so personally. "you don't know what it was like," she says. it comes out sharper than she means, so she reels back her tone as she continues: "if he hadn't killed me, i wouldn't have been myself anymore. i was gone either way."

[spindash]

OH CHAG CHANUKAH SAMEACH!! mutuals i hope you have a wonderful time over the next few days 🫂

[s-aint-elmo]

pass it on!

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[stump-not-found]

i don't think the theraprism is a good thing, guys

[cahootings]

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Picture this: Dragons using their caves to age cheese. Dragon Cheesemakers!!

The dragon coiled his enormous body, completely blocking the entrance of the tunnel that lead to the caves.

“No,” he snarled, smoke pluming from his nose.

The cheesemonger pinched the bridge of her own nose. “Look, I explained this to you at the start,” she tried once more. “I make cheese.”

“Yes,” the agreed, nodding his scaly head.

“Then I bring the cheese here.”

“Yes.”

“Then you store all the cheese in your cave, keeping it at the perfect temperature and humidity.”

“Yes.” He sounded particularly proud of this part.

“And then when the cheese has ripened,” she concluded. “I come to pick the cheese up again.”

A thunderous scowl clouded his maw. “No.”

“But that’s how it works!” she cried in exasperation. “I make the cheese, you store the cheese, I sell the cheese, I make more cheese!” She peered up at him. “You do realise I cannot bring you new cheese until I have sold this cheese.”

The dragon considered this for a moment. “Ah, but what if—” he began. “What if you go and make more cheese. And bring me the cheese. And I put it in my cave, with the rest of the hoard. And then I keep it there forever.”

“No,” she said flatly.

It was remarkable how much a dragon could look like it had just swallowed a lemon.

“You can’t keep cheese forever,” she insisted. “It will spoil and go bad!”

“You said it would get better and better!” the dragon roared indignantly. “And I take good care of them! With the air flow and the humidity and the temperature!”

“And that is great,” she said, trying to smile through her frustration. “But when a cheese is ripe, it’s ripe! Then you should not be kept anymore, it should be eaten.”

The dragon scraped it’s formidable claws against the stony ground and sulked.

“Look…” The cheese mongering business did not tend to require a lot of sweet-talking, but she was making an effort. “I’m sure the cheeses that aged in your cave are the best cheeses people have ever tasted. When they find out how delicious they are they will want us to make loads more. Maybe several caves’ worth!”

The reptilian eyes stared at her with disgruntled, reluctant interest. “Several caves?”

“If we’re lucky! And I could make so much cheese that I could bring you new cheese as soon as I pick up the aged cheese. Your cave would never even be empty!”

This seemed to strike a chord. The dragon lifted his head a little.

“And that would really be much better for the rest of your hoard,” she continued with fresh inspiration. “Because if you leave cheese too long, it might go bad and spoil the cheeses next to it too!”

A nervous ripple went through the beast’s scaly body, but he clearly was not convinced just yet. “But what sort of a hoard is it if I have to give it away,” he complained.

“Well! Cheese is not just any old hoard! It’s a developing creation! And you will have a hoard that is constantly developing too. Constantly changing, but, if we do this right, never shrinking.”

The dragon looked at her solemnly, wavering with uncertainty. Perhaps she shouldn’t hold it against the poor thing, it must be a difficult concept to wrap his head around.

“And I will tell you what,” she said encouragingly. “If business is good, I can start investing in some really good crumbly cheeses. You can keep those in your cave for five whole years!”

“That is quite a long time for humans, is it not?” he said, sounding a little more cheerful.

“Very long. Especially when it comes to cheese. Cheeses that have been aged that long are very expensive.”

In retrospect, she should perhaps have led with that. Gourmand or not, a dragon was still a dragon after all. A glittering, toothy grin appeared on her recalcitrant business partner’s shout and he moved just enough for her to move past him into the mountain.

“Tell me more about this expensive cheese that crumbles.”

She hid a smirk. “If you help me carry some of the current ones out, it would be my pleasure.”

[olasketches]

I can’t contain it anymore guys… I absolutely love uncle sukuna. I am actually obsessed.

[alibonbonn]

Light dragon armor set 

(set bonus: spawns a surprise froggy in your inventory every once in a while).

[spirk-trek]

she is to me what leia's gold bikini was to straight boys

[mataurin]

Fig and the Cig Figs!!!

[cheekylittlepupp]

One of the new aa kisses, the lip bite....I.. I'm not sane about this at all

[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)

[20dimensionalchaos]

also this was the coolest fucking moment what

i am LOVING that they gave brennan buttons

[magneticecstasy]

the devil works hard, but the pedro pascal fanfic girlies (gn) work the hardest

[deadwooddross]

Misbegotten....I'm always a little surprised by their faces every time I open the game, they're so much gnarlier than I ever remember