#.have fun

[sansloii]

With their backs to the kingdoms — to the castles that sit upon them, they welcome the waters that have long since welcomed them. As the tides continue to rise at the height of the blue moon, they usher them higher.

The waves, they travel further up the beach as the tides rise to the waist… then to the elbow.. then to the chest, to the neck, and finally stops just beneath the chin…

…then, as if changing its mind, the waters drop all at once and rush to the castle behind.

In Meriburn, instead of crashing against whatever barriers lie, the sea eases over it and quickly moves through the streets of the lower city with ease. the patterns that have long been dried onto cobbled stone now spring to life under the glow of the blue moons. The waters wind, as though they have a mind of their own, up and down the streets of Sylalune. In a matter of minutes, they've reached the castle and have spread out in a thin layer over the paved portions of the castle paths.

In Brecaea, the sea is brought to them… and so, it is the Queen that pushes it along the instead of it find its way on its own. It flows from the Aichontiscus-like statues that decorate its streets now and reveals the carefully prepared patternings and murals that are near identical to the ones that line Sylalune's streets. They wind up and down the streets of Vasir — a bit slower than their Meriet counterparts, but not by much. It reaches the castle grounds sooner than one would think and makes itself comfortable in a thin layer along some ( but not all ) of its paved roads.

These waters will recede come dawn… but once the moons rose into the sky again, they'd ease back into place as if they'd always been there with a low, imperceptible rumble.

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[enemywasp]

I'm sorry I keep posting my tiktok comments but please. What does this mean. What do people THINK shipping is for anymore???

[vamprisms]

i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.

[tizeline]

Okay so my brain got infected by Gravity Falls again oopsie daisy here are a bunch of random doodles

Dipper and Mabel would be 25 this year, right? Anyway I wanted to draw them grown up so woah look at that

Anway Ford totally uses two fingers to flip people off just because he can and you can't tell me otherwise

[whiteraven90]

Who would win? The thousand pound flying meathook t-rex, or… monkey with a stick?

[jellyfilledeyes]

"Waa why aren't fandoms fun anymore" because you keep policing people's headcanons, make fun of cosplayers,make fun of selfshipers, make fun of beginner artists and just make fun of people for having fun 😐

[theriverbeyond]

packing for a trip is like ok i need 30 pairs of underwear. my entire medicine cabinet. T shirt?

[shesmore-shoebill]

"I had choice paralysis :(" is a KILLER line.

He's such a comedic powerhouse, I'm glad more people are getting exposed to him :'D

[hunny-k]

This is the funniest way you could've put it

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[monochrome-merchant]

HOW WE FEELIN, FARMERS?!

[astriiformes]

Really says something about the dire state of offerings for men interested in sewing their own clothes that even searching things like "interesting men's clothing patterns" brings up articles with links to four or five whole websites that primarily offer admittedly nice but practically identical patterns for making button-ups and work pants and maybe a varsity/bomber jacket if you're lucky.

(Branching out into historical costuming for everyday wear is like your one shot at variation, and even then, the ratio of men's to women's patterns on every website is frustrating to say the least.)

Patternmakers as a trans man I am begging you. Give me a little more to work with here.

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

19

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.