#I dunno I think I’m crazy

[crustycrackhead]

I got possessed dude, did a line of flour— some crazy shit anyways… Swampcat

Swampcat, Kremy Lecroux x Morning Frost

They both find each other interesting like anatomy wise, drastically different, some “lemme examine you 🤓☝️”

Kremy slowly blinks and Frost gets flustered… that’s the good shit to me man. Purring, Bellows… I SHOOT THEM TWO WITH MY AMERICAN GUN

[krazydraws]

((UTY GENOCIDE SPOILERS))

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I’m an expert just like you

[ashipiko]

😔 enstars posting won so </3 my enstars silly…… my widdle boy atsu…. NOT MILGRAM VER. ENSTARS VER!!! WELCOME TO THE ASHIVERSE (there is 9. tehepero)

🫶 here is my boy who suffers w gramp issues. HES SO SILLIES. <3 he’s not a producer but a member of me and my friends’ group named plume!!! THEIR WHOLE THEME IS LIKE BIRDS. SHOWING OFF. FANSERVICE BASICALLY they’re fun

[mars-ipan]

the thing about the whole “voting is useless” argument is like. i’d rather do a useless thing than not do a useful thing

[racewinnerlandonorris]

no because when you deep it george’s f1 career is mad. he had 3 years at a back marker team whilst watching his friends who he’d beat in junior categories driving at the front of the field and securing multiple podiums. he then got given a one off chance in a car which was good enough to have already secured the constructors championship, but his chance of winning was taken away through no fault of his own. then he finally got a seat in the team he’d been dreaming of joining for years, which had won the previous seven championships, only for them to be completely off the pace and be more midfield than top team. and then finally through hard work and determination from everyone at the team he managed to secure his first ever formula 1 race win.

[cetoddle]

okay what i have to say is lowkey embarrassing but i wanna bitch and it’s probably only embarrassing to me bc im shy about this stuff anyways the moral of the story is i wanna bitch and u should probably just ignore me. god bless

[heckyeahbispearl]

Please write the Bispearl fic, I am here for it and the world needs more of it.

AHA!

So you guys do read my insane ramblings in the tags! well, well, well. As promised, here is your fic:

“Alright. That’s 2-2. You going easy on me, renegade?” Bismuth grinned slyly at her, two swords sat under her chin as she was backed up against a wall.

Pearl was in fact, going easy on her. But she couldn’t help that! Over the past few weeks, she had realized that her feelings for Bismuth were growing deeper. Just looking at her was enough to fluster her sometimes, even in the midst of sparring. Only made worse by Bismuth’s playful flirting. Somehow, she was always ending up by Bismuth’s side. A magnetic force always pulling her in. What was that human saying Steven told her? Birds of a…feather?

“Pearl, Doll, You good?” Bismuth was looking at her with a curious, but slightly concerned expression.

“Yes,” Pearl blinked, “Yes, Sorry, I was just thinking of how you outsmarted me the round before this one.” She grinned at Bismuth.

Bismuth grinned back. “Maybe I’ve been practicing.”

“Without me?”

“You know that Jasper that wrecked my scaffolding? Yeah, well, she’s very aggressive. Keeps challenging me to fights. But I promise you it’s nothing serious, you’re my one and only when it comes down to it.” Bismuth blushed, “For Sparring. And being you.” She added quickly.

Pearl did not give herself any time to digest those words. She would think about what that meant later.

“It’s good that you get to train…” she brought her swords down and turned around, pacing a few steps forward. She placed her swords to side and stretched her arms, looking back at Bismuth. Their eyes met and Pearl felt her form flutter. A few seconds passed, before Pearl darted at her like a hawk swooping in to catch its prey, spear out and pointed directly at Bismuth in a flash. Bismuth reacted just as fast.

“I knew it. HA! I knew it!” she laughed, shapeshifting her hand into an axe in the nick of time. Their weapons clashed against each other. Pearl struck again. Bismuth blocked. They were in perfect sync. Pearl prepared to strike again, but Bismuth got to her first, and she had just enough time to block. Pearl used the block to readjust, stepping to the side to spin around Bismuth. Yet, there was Bismuth, in the middle of going to knock her spear out of her hands. Time slowed down as Pearl realized what Bismuth was doing, and she began to counteract again, until their eyes met.

The world softened around them as they began to glow.

“Ooohhhh, it’s good to be here!” Ammolite boomed. “Garnet is gonna flip when she sees me! The look on her face is will be one for the books.”

Ammolite was on the warp pad in seconds. Soon enough, she was standing in the temple, having to bend down to fit.

Garnet, who was sitting at the table, turned to Ammolite immediately.

“Ammolite! Congratulations!” Garnet clasped her hands and grinned. “It’s about time.”

Amethyst, who was sitting nearby, had yet to notice, as she was listening to music. Garnet nudged her. “What, G, I’m- WOAH!”

Ammolite laughed. “It’s good to see the both of you. I’m off to the forge, time to kick things into some serious Bismuth, see you two later.”

Little Homeworld was bustling, but it always was, most gems were out and about. As the evening began to roll in, Little Homeworld adapted to a party atmosphere. For gems, nighttime was for entertainment, relaxation and socializing.

Ammolite spent the night doing live sword demonstrations, at one point successfully juggling six sabers, and managing to throw in some target practice with random items found by other gems. She found herself atop the hill looking over the temple as dawn broke. She closed her eyes and smiled, as two gems took her place.

Bismuth held Pearl in her arms the same way she did when they were reunited again.

Their eyes met and she smiled.

“Looks like you’re in my arms again, huh? The pearl I know-“

Pearl cut her off with a kiss, almost knocking her over in the process.

It took Bismuth a second to comprehend the situation. Pearl really took her by surprise this time.

…and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

She kissed back, bringing her close.

When their lips parted, Pearl looked at her, tears threatening to spill over. She finally spoke. “Am I really your one and only?”

“Always have been, Renegade.”

[unknownarmageddon]

Lucky Ponderosa by A Giant Dog

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[stainlesssteellocust]

Kind of sad some of the later books edged away from the overtly technomagical stuff, not completely of course but it feels like less of a factor than it used to be.

It would have been funny to see how the LF world dealt with magical cryptocurrency and so on. And the setting timeline has just about reached the time when people RL were creating numerological meme cults and what have you

At least we got “we used AI to target our death rays and an error in the training got hundreds of people killed” lmao

[boba-beom]

I SOBBED

i loved this song

and them

and beomgyu

and soobin

and beomgyu

[littleheartbeat]

It was just a piece of fruit. A small, little, teeny tiny wedge of an apple.

Somehow, that piece was more than large enough to get wedged in my throat.

A cold feeling washed over me as my heart began to pound heavily in my head, so hard that I could feel each pulse throughout my body. Tentatively, I tried to take a breath, but found that I simply couldn’t. There wasn’t a passage of air at all.

No. No no. No, I couldn’t be choking, I couldn’t be.

You were downstairs. I had insisted on taking my apples with caramel dip to the bedroom so I could sit and relax. Funny how things turn out: A simple, calm evening turned into a life-threatening situation in an instant.

My hand reaches for my throat as I yank the covers off. In doing so, I knocked off several items from the nightstand. It would often be something I’d complain about, but in this case, it was a blessing. The crash caught your attention. Your voice calls my name from downstairs.

I scramble towards the bedroom door and do my best to shout. All that comes out of my now blueing lips is a gag. I slam my fists into my abdomen in a pathetic attempt to dislodge the fruit. I couldn’t feel it move one bit. Repeatedly, I do this. I even grab a nearby book and slam the edge of it up into my stomach.

Nothing worked.

On trembling limbs, I crawled out of the bedroom, unable to keep my drool from slipping from my lips and into the carpet. The stairs are just a few feet away, and now, you’re just a few steps away. I could make it-

My vision darkens as I began to crawl down the first few steps. My body slips and falls, colliding with nearly every step.

That is, until you meet me halfway and catch me in your strong arms. My body’s bucking and practically convulsing with pain and the lack of air. You see my pale lips, my reddened cheeks, the veins in my neck popping as my heart frantically beats away the little oxygen I have left.

You know that I’m unable to breathe, but you don’t know the cause. You simply assume that my heart is having a fit. I’m too slow in bringing my hands to my neck to signal that I’m choking.

So, you quickly tilt my head back, plug my nose, and give me as deep of a breath as you could. I can feel my cheeks expand, I could feel your breath try to make its way down my throat to my starved lungs, but it doesn’t make it there. The pressure from your air makes my ears pop. There’s no where for it to go.

You pull away and adjust my head once more, craning my neck further back in a painful manner. In response, my chest hitches higher and higher against your arms, desperate to get a single bit of your air. My hands painfully claw at my own chest, practically tearing at the material of my shirt, as if that was what was keeping my from breathing. It was as if I was trying to carve into my own body and yank the fruit out of my throat.

Once more, you offered me your air, blowing as hard as you could into me.

The air didn’t reach its destination. Once more, the apple stopped it. Only this time with the air, the fruit seemed to be pushed further down my throat.

I begin to panic more, fighting against your comforting arms and biting your lips. My hands go down to my abdomen to smack into myself once more. Compared to earlier, these are weak, pathetic slaps that barely make my body move. Was i truly this weak already?

I realized that I was dying. My head was pounding with pressure, my surroundings were already graying at the corners of my tearful eyes, and my body was fighting for some small amount of air.

Your eyes widen in both guilt and understanding. It clicked: I was choking.

On the stairs, you position yourself behind me and hook your arms around me. Your fist is placed right above my belly button, and with all of your might, you pull sharply into me.

No noise is made from me as you do this, so you do it again, and again, and again. By this point, I’m limp in your arms and my heads hanging down.

I can barely watch as your arms slam into me. I can barely feel as you begin to drag me upstairs to get me on a flat surface. I can barely feel your warm hands pressing into my cheeks to try and stir a reaction, I can barely feel your lips pressing into mine once more to give me your air, I can barely feel it fail to flow.

I can’t feel your hands as they thrust deep and hard with all of your weight into my body to try and get the apple out. I can barely see as your eyes are wild with horror and dismay. Your body bops up and down against mine. Funny, what would normally be such a pleasant sight of you on top of me is perhaps the very last thing I see.

I hear your voice.

And then I simply don’t.

Everything fades.

Part of life is that it ends.

Will you let this be the end?

[sammygender]

silly thing to say but i like the way succession is explicitly pro-trans. very very often the fascist right-wing politicians say some transphobic bullshit i notice it like. whenever they’re doing a speech there seems to be a line about it which is SO real because we’re such a Hot Topic and it’s deluded to pretend otherwise. and it’s a little upsetting to be so abruptly reminded of reality & how politicians do literally use us as shorthand for All The Woke Bullshit but that’s what the entire episode was anyway it was all so genuinely nauseating. and. again i don’t know what i’m saying i just like the way that transphobia is portrayed as a bad thing. yeah the more i try and phrase this the more i realise i sound crazy but

[rosesradio]

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[wowreally0102]

how happy can you really be when you’re reading paragraphs upon paragraphs of people against your very existence whenever you log on is my question

[alxclaremont]

life update no one asked for: worked 300 hours in a month, started my junior year of college, started therapy, realized i hate my major, and i am subsequently changing my major

[bitterpngs]

Help not you watching crazed fruit 🙈🙈🙈 I saw Haruji and immediately went wait…. I also had an assignment on it, good luck :)

OMG ANON YOUVE SEEN IT TOO ? haha hope you enjoyed it whenever you watched it!! ty tho :33 !! ideally it shouldn’t take too long