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[oborofollower7]

man idk

[tizeline]

I love the fact that non-swedes have discovered the Gävle Goat and are all cheering for it's inevitable annual demise

[the-void-to-scream-in]

[crumb]

people making fun of Benson’s green fuzzy sweater I’m sorry you have no taste and don’t see the clear reference to kurt cobain’s green mtv unplugged sweater!!!!

[simplydnp]

dawn of the first day in many weeks that i will be entirely unavailable and off the grid during any possible dnp upload time and several hours later, with also no way to know if they do upload or not. i humbly sacrifice my day for the rest of you to experience it takes two part two 🙏

[voidgearr]

Made some silly meme art for my top khdr ships >:D

[draskaro]

two of the BEST pokemon designs i love them so much!!!!

(EDIT: I fixed the design a bit! added some more snow to contextualize the environment. oopsie!!)

[r0semultiverse]

We gotta go back to tiny Pokémon in rubber ball vending machines being the norm at like every store and chain restaurant.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

current favorite thing about Psych: Shawn and his on-again off-again unofficial sometimes boyfriend Despereaux

[vault81]

wait so some people are upset that ascended astarion a character that is evil and acts evil in his evil ending and they Do Not Like that

[in-a-slanted-outhouse]

For the THIRD time (without read more because I feel like that’s what’s messing me up) because tumblr is being annoying

May I present to youuuu

Diego secretly asking Five to teach him how to braid hair so he can braid his kid’s hair after they’re born

It’s not much nor is it perfect and I literally wrote it in fifteen minutes but if people are interested I may write more

Enjoy!

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“Pick a side, grab a bit near the front and divide it into three sections.”

Five tensed as Diego took his hair into his hands, pulling apart the strands and swallowing. Five could see his clueless face in the bathroom mirror, fumbling uselessly with the ends and sighed, pulling his head away.

“That’s the back, Diego,” he muttered, shifting on the stool as Diego’s hands dropped into his lap, “pick a side and stick to it.”

It was a Tuesday- the day which Lila would leave to go to her new mother support group and so Diego, being Diego, had decided that since he was off work early and they didn’t spend much time together, that he wanted to get in some brotherly bonding before she came back. Five would admit that he was more prepared to be having some kind of therapy with the man, whether it be him calming Diego’s fears about being a father or Diego attempting to get him to open up, he didn’t know, but he hadn’t been expecting this.

“Yeah, but Five…” Diego replied, picking up a couple strands from his head and dropping them as Five squirmed. He hated people touching is head. It was a miracle that Diego even managed to persuade him to agree to let Diego go this. “your hair’s… kinda short at the back.”

It was shoulder length.

Five rolled his eyes, reaching up to his left side and separating his hair, “well, asshole, you didn’t think that ten minutes when you asked me to do this,” he took a handful from the front, pulling his bangs out and holding up to Diego, “take this from the front- it’ll be easier to braid.”

Diego glanced between the hair clutched between Five’s fingers and his face in the mirror before reaching out and taking it from him, rubbing the strands between his fingers.

“Aight,” he muttered, looking slightly constipated, “now what?”

Five sighed, eye lashes fluttering, “separate it into three equal sections.”

Diego nodded sliding his fingers between Five’s hair and pulling it apart into three roughly separated sections and holding them loosely.

“Do you know how braid, at all?” Five asked, tilting his head back to glance at the man, immediately met by a blank expression.

“Uh, no?” Diego muttered back, “that’s… why I’m asking you.”

Five sighed, dragging a hand down his face. This was gonna take fucking forever.

“You know this would be a lot easier if Lila was here, right?” he explained, pressing his hands together, “because she actually knows how to braid.”

Diego shifted behind him, “yeah, dipshit but I want it to be a surprise,” and then a little quieter, “and I wanna be able to braid my own kid’s hair.”

Five grumbled. This kid was going to be the death of him and they weren’t even born yet.

“Y’know what? Fuck it,” he muttered, reaching up to grab the right side of his hair and pulling out a section roughly the same size as he had done so for Diego, “copy me. I’ll do this side, you do that side,” he explained, pulling the section into three, “watch closely, or you’ll fuck it up.”

Diego rolled his eyes in the mirror.

“Alright, boomer show us how it’s done.”

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

Bee and Argie, Billy and Argyle

Arturo Guillermo Franco Valdes.

Arturo Guillermo, and a friend that calls him Guille, Artie, Argie.

A red faced Billy that pronounces Guillermo as ‘Gah-ee-ler-moh’ before learning that ‘ll’ makes a ‘yuh’ sound in Spanish.

Artie calling him Bee-yee, and later Bee, as a joke because of it.

Billy tosses out nicknames like the affection he’s never been sure how to express. But he loves the way his friend's name rolls off his tongue, the syllables strange and clunky and a challenge that Billy readily takes up. Soon, it falls full and melodic from his lips, prettier than any song he's ever heard on the old radio his mom left him with.

Mi amigo, Arturo.

Argie tells him not to sweat it, but Billy doesn’t understand why nobody else seems to want to make the effort. Like it’s too difficult, or like Argie isn’t worth the effort. Most of the other Mexican kids at school already know how to pronounce the names that give their white teachers pause, but outside of that demographic there’s a pathetic lack of effort that incites Billy sometimes. 

“Don’t sweat it, bro. Not everyone can roll their Rs as good as you.”

“What, like it’s hard? Fuckin’ idiots.”

(Years later, when they find each other again, Billy will know why his old friend Argie goes by Argyle, because Argyle will nudge him with a serene little smile of his and say, “Long time no see, Bee. Your ol’ pal Artie Gyle-ermo missed you, amigo.”)

Once, early in their friendship, Billy asks Argie why he has so many damn names. Why does he need like half a dozen of them? And Argie says,

“Well, I dunno. I think it makes me pretty damn special, though. How many ‘Arturo Guillermo Franco Valdes’ do you know?”

“Just you, obviously. But that doesn’t mean much, I don’t know any other ‘William Hargrove’s either.”

“Maybe not. But it’s prolly a lot easier for some random Hargrove to be named Billy than for someone to line up a buncha random names to smash together and create a Franco Valdes named Arturo Guillermo.”

“That ‘random Hargrove’ is me, jackass!”

“Exactly!”

“At least my name’s not a fuckin’ mouthful!”

“Oh, so I’m a mouthful, am I?”

“Fuck you!”

A few months later, well into Billy's friendship with Argyle, the kid invites him over to his place to check out his new bike or something, Billy doesn't remember.

What he does remember is meeting Argyle's dad and paternal grandma, Nana Hermelinda.

It's getting colder, for California at least, and Nana insists on making the kids chocolate abuelita while Argyle's dad is at work. A much richer hot chocolate than Billy is used to, the smell is spicy sweet and warm in the air as it foams up in the pot Nana is using, instead of the mild chemical sweetness of the mugs Billy puts in the microwave when he can sneak a packet of Swiss Miss in the winter. Her worn, wrinkled hands make quick work of it, expertly spinning between them a wooden stick with rotating round bits at the end that goes into the frothy mix. Nana calls it a molinillo when she sees him looking at it, and rather than freeze up over being caught staring, as he normally would, Billy instead finds himself trying to pronounce the new word for the remaining five minutes the chocolate takes to finish. The air feels almost soft around him, pleasantly warm and sweet like cinnamon as Nana lets the mixture cool while she searches for mugs in the cabinet above them. When she offers him his own, a brown mug with a rounded bottom and pretty dotted flower designs on its shiny finish, Billy is shy and hesitant to take it. But the warmth as he wraps his chilly fingers around it is welcoming and its smells so good. The first sip is cautious, slow like he's still unsure about whether he's allowed something so warm and comforting.

It's incredible.

Billy's pretty blue eyes light up like Argyle has never seen before. He can feel his heart thump awkwardly in his chest as those baby blues shine bright in the soft yellow light of the kitchen.

Then Billy lowers the mug, and a little mustache of foamed milk and chocolate lines his upper lip. Argyle quickly forgets the brief stutter of his heartbeat and cackles at the sight.

Billy is too busy having a religious experience over his mug of hot chocolate to bother with telling him to shut up like he normally would, but he doesn't truly mind- he likes the sound of Argie's loud bouncing laughter.

Nana looks fondly at them over her own mug, sitting comfortably on a stool by the kitchen counter as Billy politely thanks her for the drink with what little clumsy Spanish he's learned from Argyle so far. She coos at him, putting down her mug as she answers in a kind, lilting Spanish that Argyle will later tell him roughly means, "Of course, love. Come here whenever you like. I will make you a mug anytime, son." Billy inhales the warm steam wafting up from the mug he holds tight as Nana places a gentle hand on his cheek and calls him mijo.

Years later, Billy still remembers it as one of the last times he'd felt so held and cared for.

[laughableillusions]

Rip David Bowie you would’ve loved DJ Crazy Times and Ms. Bijana Electronica

[duelbraids]

apparently i'm not done drawing performing poses. ft. an outfit that charli xcx wore once i think

[distantwave]

whoever made that post about great Greek mythology musicals and put both Epic & Hadestown: babes I’m so sorry but you CANNOT do my beloved Hadestown dirty like that 😔

[paleode-ology]

okay but give me one good reason why we can’t have snow days in college. like YEAH my class is a four minute walk away but I am small and fragile and if I trip and fall in two feet of snow tomorrow I will lay there until spring