#I have gatorade

[torchickentacos]

Running a high ish fever and I don’t know how sickfic writers make it romanticized. This is not fun and there is nobody to make me soup which is deeply unfortunate to me. Shoutout sickfic writers for making this seem cute and not shivering and bad and unfortunate

[serpentface]

Young Jazait mother posing for a lore friendly fishing photo with a sea 'turtle'. This is only a modestly sized adult (the biggest could grow almost three times this size), but a lucky catch nonetheless.

While superficially resembling a turtle (and very often referred to as such), these are actually from an entirely separate order of marine reptiles that has remained successful and widespread enough to keep true turtles confined to freshwater habitats. They occupy a variety of niches, with this particular species being more basal and subsisting on a specialized diet of mollusks.

This animal has a very wide range in shallow subtropical and tropical waters, and can be found along all the Imperial Wardi region's coastlines. The sea-turtles and their eggs are widely considered to be delicacies, and hunting pressures have extirpated them from many heavily fished areas, though the overall population has remained mostly stable.

The meat itself is very tender and resembles veal with vague, oil-fishy undertones. The connective tissue around its shell can be boiled with broths to give it a thick texture that becomes highly gelatinous when cooled. In South Wardi cuisine it's often cooked into a pepper stew and eaten with grits; in Jazaiti cuisine the body is most often gutted and roasted whole in the shell while the limbs are boiled for broth. Their smaller pelvic shell is also traditionally used by Jazait to form the body of a lyre.

[bag-0f-b0nes]

I want to break free~ 🎶

Over a year ago, i made this drawing. It was my first post on tumblr to hit 100 notes!

(as of writing this, it's at 700, which, what?? It's still going!)

So last night i thought, i'm gonna redraw this, and see how much progress i made (:

[foursaints]

currently can’t stop thinking about dj barty doing sets in shitty underground clubs and playing the most god awful remixes of obscure post-punk with evan in the booth behind him sitting cross-legged on a speaker or something and looking somehow both entirely out of place and like he was sent from the heavens to be there. and he’s not even drinking or really listening to the music he’s just watching barty’s hands move over the decks completely unaware that when the strobe lights hit him he’s causing half the people in the crowd to think they’re having hallucinations that angels have started to come to earth, because everything from his shirt to the too-white whites of his eyes are glowing so brightly under the light that he literally has a halo. but anyway barty’s just zoned out playing off-beat bauhaus mixes till there are blisters on his fingers and occasionally glancing back at him to check he’s still there. etc etc.

they sleep during the day, in a one-bedroom with black mold & peeling wallpaper, to come alive at night. if you ask barty how he met evan, he'll laugh and tell you he fell from the sky right into his lap. barty used to steal credit cards from the purses of the girls he took home, and now he pawns the lost phones he finds after his shows, buys evan a popsicle on his walk home. feeds him from his palm, pets his head, and clicks his tongue to beckon him all like a stray cat. you can watch him weaving through crowds heading up the booth, evan mutely clutching his sleeve, shielding evan with his body.

bartoloměj always looks like he's trying to kill himself slowly, dresses like he doesn't exist outside the scene, chipped his front tooth clean in half with his tongue piercing. he's always got that Thing shadowing him (his little angel), who dresses like a schoolchild and doesn't speak, pay rent, dance, or do much of anything but stare. he's terrifying. whenever barty takes anything, evan obediently sticks his tongue out, expecting half (when barty spins out he always clutches evan's shoulders, asks: are you alright, rosie? are you alright?, even though evan is the one who's fine). barty loves the music. evan doesn't like any music much at all, but he appreciates the science of it, memorizes barty's hands. everyone knows they're together, but no-one asks if they're married or dating or anything. it's more like barty has a shadow, and they're going to live forever, a pair.

[nochangeintheplan]

gatorade my beloved (he's totally real guys look)

[hockeylovee12]

He’s also your brother…..

Although it would’ve been so much better if he said Chauffeur

[chalamet-chalamet]

Gatorade lover

[tj-crochets]

So in a good news/less good news thing, I might have found out the cause of the Unexpected Floor Time! I got my blood test results back and my sodium was on the very very low end of normal. Still technically in the normal range, but very not normal for me, so my issue may have been that this week I am more sodium Georg than usual???? I mean I do have salt wasting syndrome but also I eat so much salt every day and I am on medication to help me retain salt better (fludrocortisone! it's great!) So anyway that's why I have not got much crafting done this week. I've been extremely tired and unsalted lol Oh wait the good/less good format! Okay so good news is might have an answer and it's not any of the worse options, less good news is that I need more damn salt lol

[yangjeongin]

20 minutes on delicate cycle. that’s the amount of time it takes to dry hyunjin in the washer and dryer

[keys-hellscape-1020]

Horror? Horror.

A/N: This post is dedicated to the lovely @juvenile-arm. Their art is amazing and deserves SO much more recognition! Go check them out! Also sorry for the fem reader, pronouns are still gender-neutral but the reader is definitely feminine. Guess I projected a little too hard.

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve always enjoyed horror movies. The thrill of them, the fear creeping up your spine. That wasn’t your favorite part however. No, your favorite part is when you get to pretend to be scared and hide in your boyfriend’s arms.

Contents: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral pronouns but everything else about the reader is feminine, flirty Hobie, flirty reader (they’re a menace), hickies, cuddling, implied smut at the end, fade-to-black

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You fluttered around your house, anxiously preparing for Hobie’s arrival. You made sure there were blankets on the couch, popcorn already in a bowl, and a stack of dvds next to the Tv. You have Netflix, but knowing Hobie you though he would appreciate the more old-school approach.

You run your hands along the fabric of the Sundress you’re wearing. A little dressy for a night-in sure, but you found yourself wanting to dress up for Hobie, although you knew he would find you attractive no matter what you wore.

You light-up when you hear a knock on your door. Rushing over to it you wait a moment longer, straightening your clothes one last time in an effort to not come off as too eager.

As you open the door you see Hobie standing there, casually as ever. If you didn’t know him well you might not be able to tell, but you notice the small hints of makeup on his face, the clothes that he only wears on nights out. He definitely dressed up for you, even if he doesn’t want you to know it.

“Just gonna stare at me all day or can I come in?” Hobie purrs with a smirk, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You feel your face grow hot, but you move to let Hobie into your apartment. He only spares a glance to your living room before he’s turning around to watch you close the door. As you lock it you feel a strong, warm presence upon your back. Close to you, but not touching you. Just hovering, appreciating.

“You look ravishing luv.” Hobie mumbled, his breath brushing your ear in a way that sent a shiver up your spine. By the time you’ve grounded yourself enough to turn around Hobie is walking towards your living room and flipping through the stack of dvds you’d laid out.

You fiddle your hands, trying to calm yourself down. “It was just a compliment.” You mutter to yourself, trying to get your heart back down to a normal rhythm.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by Hobie tossing you a dvd case that you fail to catch, causing it to instead hit you in the head, before it manages to fall into your outstretched hands.

Rubbing your head where the case made contact you look down at the movie with a grimace. Your mom’s old copy of “The Shining” that she had given you, you don’t even know how many years ago, stares back at you.

“Horror?” You ask hesitantly, moving to hand the case back to him.

“Horror.” Hobie says with finality, taking the case from you and moving to pop the disk into the player.

As he straightens up from his task he turns to look at you where you stand to the side hesitantly, twiddling your fingers.

He approaches and throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him and he leads you to the couch.

“Don’t worry luv, I’ll keep you safe.” He teases as he gently pushes you down on the couch before going to turn off the lights.

You shiver, arranging yourself under the blankets as Hobie makes his way over to you, snuggling under the covers before dragging you closer to himself with an arm around your shoulders and your hips pressed together firmly.

The movie goes smoothly, you’ve seen it a million times, but that doesn’t stop you from cuddling up closer to Hobie. As the movie nears a tense moment you tuck your face in Hobie’s neck, watching the screen out of the corner of your eye.

Hobie doesn’t acknowledge your actions, simply keeping his face on the screen as you press your body closer to him. You wrap an arm around his waist, and tickle his neck with your breath, trying your best to get him to acknowledge you.

You hum lowly as you press your lips to Hobie’s neck, again, and again, and again. It takes you actually nipping his neck for him to lazily acknowledge you.

“Someone’s needy.” He say’s lowly. He keeps his eye’s on the screen but he brings one hand up and plays with the baby hairs at the base of your neck, subtly urging you to continue your ministrations.

And continue you do, getting more eager with his go-ahead. You fully commit to your actions, not even pretending to watch the movie anymore. You kiss your way up his neck, close to his ear. You nip at the area right below his jaw before sucking a dark hickey into the skin there. Pulling back you admire your handy-work. Only one truly dark hickey is present on his neck but if this night goes as you’re hoping it will that’ll soon change.

You lean back in, biting Hobie’s earlobe and pulling gently, dragging a guttural groan from his chest as his grip on the back of your neck tightens momentarily before relaxing once more.

You bite and suckle at Hobie’s neck and jaw at will, knowing he doesn’t care who sees and instead enjoys it. Enjoys letting everyone know who he belongs to.

You’re not sure how long it took for Hobie to finally break, far to entranced in your very important work to pay attention to things like time. You do know that you feel a very pleased flutter in your chest (and lower) when he finally grips your thighs and pulls you to straddle his lap, chests pressed right up against one another.

He pulls you away from his neck by the scruff of your neck, much like one would a kitten.

“You’re oddly needy Luv.” He purrs out lowly, irises darker than normal as he gazes at you longingly.

“Only for you.” You quip back, running your hands across his collar bones to his shoulders, shamelessly feeling up his lean frame.

Hone chuckles as he picks you up by your thighs, prompting you to tighten your hold on his frame with a squeak.

Hobie smirks as he walks the both of you to your bedroom, a dark look in his eyes.

“Don’t worry Luv. I’ve got ya.”

[aropride]

the ever-growing need for a $3 little treat is so so evil .

[jenthetranskitsune]

Just remembered that some of you would probably like this picture, uhhh, I have stirrup thigh highs so if you like that, enjoy.

[serpentface]

Moment from a heated late night conversation over whether you could grow corn on the moons.

[vampir-el]

i hope with the return of russell t davies, he also brings back some of his lauded and loved doctor who creations like "fob watch" or "time bird" or "machine that goes ding"

[mnonep]

Trying to get a bit more back into character for him, he lost some of the exhausted creacher energy at some point so I'm trying to bring it back xd

[speltfields]

im so surprised at the comments on the last poll i reblogged being like "if i have one more adult hand me an empty wrapper im gonna lose it" like damn at least theyre paying for it and not just leaving trash on the shelf. but thats just me. i had to wrap a 20 lb extension cord covered in vomit once. i think i can survive touching a granola bar wrapper personally