#*whistles loudly*

[sartorialadventure]

Costume designer: Robert Kalloch

Carole Lombard in No More Orchids, 1932

[retaurd]

please specify in tags whether or not anyone in your family does this, if you do mimicry and/or impersonation, when/why/what kinds of voices and noises you do. and anything else you want to include

[sga-owns-my-soul]

whenever the science team is mad/annoyed at rodney (so a lot) they blast the bill nye the science guy theme song nonstop

[clippy]

Literally have 5 min left at work before I'm allowed to clock out and every human being in the area is making sure to make it as torturous as possible by making every bad sound on earth

[abirddogmoment]

I would love to hear about an excursion with Mav that you planned out a lot, then it was exactly as wonderful as you hoped. Hiking, camping, travel, competing, something that came together perfectly.

Sometime in April I realized Mav wasn't going to have as much time as I hoped and I planned a trip to take him to the mountains, because he'd never been. This was a huge trip, I think it ended up being close to 2400km in 3 days because I had lots of stops planned on the way to get photos and do little walks.

It turned out to be such a great trip. The distance between stops was perfect, the route was maximized for cool birds, all the walks were a great length for Mav, Mav cooperated and the photos turned out amazing, and we had no car or weather troubles.

It was such a great trip and I'm so glad Mav got to see the mountains.

[quackity1999]

Oh, Quackity, knowing you count the days I've been gone really puts my heart all aflutter. A desperate week gone, and yet you still chose to visit little old Wilbur when he came by.

This, this is what I love about you, big Q! You say you hate me, want me gone, but you trail in my footsteps like a lost duckling. You're a feisty kitten clawing for a reason to keep me in your cell: evidence of my planting TNT? I really doubt your, your security has found a lick of a clue to that end. But here you are anyways!

Do you chat with all your detainees, or am I just special? -🟣👓

[ooc: it is paining me to write him /j,, wilbur pls your obsession. Let it gooo. You and quackity deserve better than each other. You guys should be at the clubb not yapping at the other like this naur]

you actually disgust me.

i'm not even mincing my words here, wilbur. take a fucking hint already. how pathetic do you have to be, to believe that any of this is something i'm willing to tolerate?

yet i have to admit: it's on brand for you to spend your first time in my presence at las nevadas behind bars. i wonder if i could aim a kick through them at the sweet spot.

. . have you noticed i've worn these steel toed shoes to our every interaction? :]

[streatfeild]

what do you mean severance s2 comes out NEXT YEAR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i didn’t just binge the whole thing after procrastinating watching it since it fucking came out TWO AND A HALF YEARS AGO, JUST TO EXPERIENCE THAT SEASON FINALE AND THEN GOOGLE TELLS ME I NEED TO WAIT HALF A YEAR why why whyyyyy must my life be like this 😭😭😭

[chorastar]

some concept art things for an idea I’m probably never gonna go through with

idk have a mach too (and poob their just there)

[omnisiash]

HRFGRGRGRGFRHHRRR

he’s actually so pretty I’m losing my mind, I am barking, howling, jumping up and down, CLAWING AT THE WALLS why is he so ☹️ I love him I am going feral over this man I would malewife for him he’s literally the definition of silly goof he is causing me to go batshit crazy I wish men were real

[patrice-bergerons]

The Czech fans went so hard in that semi final hours later my ears are still faintly ringing 😭

[karmawind-a]

@tempestial

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬   𝐨𝐧   𝐚   𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐧   𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞   past   the   gauze   of   heavy   curtains,   rustling   the   balmy   air   with   an   ever   present   scent   of   plum   blossoms.   baited   breaths   have   quieted   to   steady   pulses,   the   ardor   of   their   coupling   having   ebbed   to   a   warm   -   quiet   afterglow,   and   for   once...   for   once,   his   mind   is   quiet.   his   body   is   wreathed   in   the   warm   tides   of   comfort   -   the   tangle   of   their   limbs   and   the   proximity   of   the   scion's   form,   spent   through   the   blade's   attentions,   has   him   ebbed   in   the   tides   of   pleasures.   he   does   not   yearn   for   destruction,   he   does   not   ache   to   die.   it   reminds   him   so   clearly   of   times   spent   coiled   in   bed   with   his   beloved,   a   tail   wrapped   about   his   frame   and   yinyue   pressed   to   his   chest.   now,   the   man   that   lays   half   on   him   is   slighter   in   frame,   but   no   less   stunning   -   no   less   divine.   ying   xing,   inside   of   him,   knows   him   to   be   that   ethereal   king,   the   moon   situated   so   firmly   in   the   sky   of   his   stars.   

why,   the   mara   is   quiet   now,   he   does   not   know   -   but   blade   will   not   question   it,   the   clear   headedness.

he   stares   at   the   wrought   ceiling,   tracing   the   filigreed   patterns   of   doves   amongst   the   branches   of   ginkgo   with   his   mind's   eye.   it's   only   the   vidyadhara's   stirring   that   lulls   his   attention.   comfort   continues   to   pull   at   the   stellaron   hunter's   limbs,   but   he   remains   motionless,   save   for   the   absent-minded   caress   of   fingertips   upon   the   small   of   the   other's   back.   docile:   that   was   the   only   word   to   explain   it.   like   a   beast   that   had   been   calmed,   blade   lay   satiated   against   the   archivist   with   little   more   than   a   lazy   blink   to   give   away   his   wakefulness.   

turning   his   head   ever   so   slightly,   a   shapely   nose   bumps   lightly   against   the   other's   temple,   followed   by   the   whisper   of   lips.   a   kiss,   perhaps   -   or   simply   the   movement   of   his   head   upon   the   pillow.   it's   hard   to   say.   it   seems   he   is   close   to   saying   something   -   something,   perhaps,   wistful   and   longing,   but   instead   settles   upon   a   sigh,   long   dark   lashes   fluttering   over   his   beautiful   features.   whatever   had   been   on   blade's   tongue,   instead   is   murmured   forth   as   a   comfortable   -   placated:   "   mm.   "   why   he   felt   so   decent   in   that   moment   is   beyond   him,   but   he   chooses   not   to   question   it   -   only   sponge   up   the   likely   source   of   his   painlessness:   one   vidyadhara   high   elder,   unlocked   with   the   force   of   his   violence   love.

[yume-fanfare]

i forgot windy days means the wifi dies

[elenadoeslife]

Can you name one random fact about yourself?

I had to think about this question for a little bit!

I whistle while sucking in air, not while blowing out. Am I the only person who does this?

[aircushionedsoles]

i get home. i am irritated. i am hungry. i want to eat. but i am first subjected to the horrors.

[slaanxsh]

[loud-whistling-yes]

Living up to my username by whistling so fucking loudly I could feel it in my soul and by that I mean my ears are ringing