#I wish I was there to hear it live

[kinreads]

No thoughts, just Taylor Swift wearing Evelyn Hugo’s signature color while singing The Lucky One

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

As taught by our victory over the Witness in the Final Shape, DO!! NOT!!! LET!! YOUR!! EXISTENCE!! BE!!! DEBATABLE!!!

Do not let that entitled mass form a force that will go uncontested. Do not let the tyrannical sum of many sanctimonious parts jeopardize the future and justify its horrendous past.

Nobody makes your fate but you! Do not move an INCH for a seemingly unstoppable force; do not weaken your push by a MUSCLE on a seemingly immovable object.

No matter how powerful it seems, like Rezyl Azzir said, “Hope is a currency. It buys tomorrow”.

You are not some piece to be used and moved for a greater purpose. You have not lost, but you cannot let go.

It will not win. Your existence is not to be used for a grand plan. We will have our Excision if we all stand strong together.

Wishing protection and safety for you all. We will fight through ruins if we have to.

[aeriona]

And for the final day of the Festival, TEAM FUTURE!

This game series has been such a wild ride for myself and a lot of other amazing people. I know it’s not over for good, but it’s just crazy to me that we got here from playing the first game on a Wii U back in 2015. Wild stuff.

Here’s to a lovely Grand Festival!

Team Present - Team Past

[bluerosefox]

Of Godsons, Fruitloops, and Lois 'I will drag all secrets out into the sun' Lane

Danny loses his parents due to their own lack of safety in the lab (death? Coma? People finally putting their foot down about the Fenton's endangering their kids? Idk pick). Jazz can't take him in due to being in college and living on its campus (and he didnt want to force her into an apartment just to keep him, he saw the prices and knows she'll have to work to make rent) and Danny fears the only place he can go to is... Vlad. (Sam's parents would never let him live with her and Tucker's place doesn't have the room)

Vlad's been lording it over Danny, smug about it all, after all he IS Danny's godfather and he has the space and money to provide for the boy in his time of need.

Only, when digging into Danny's files, his social worker discovers Vlad isn't Danny's godfather, he was meant to be but the Fenton's forgot to send/sign in the final paperwork (even if those documents were the only contact they had with Vlad over the years before the reunion)

No Danny's godparent, the person to take him should anything happen to the Fenton's is....

Lois Lane.

His mom's childhood friend.

[rexlottie]

Butch spooky jim

[darth-does-stuff]

ok everybody saying dan fucks is conrad’s dad you do you but for ME personally the fix will always be conrad’s dad because dan gives cool uncle vibes 1000000% percent more than the fix ever will. but we will both live our truth and we will both be happy 🤝

[royalarchivist]

Pac: Fit. Where are you, Fit? Where are you, Fit? Where is my official gossip???

It's always very funny hearing Pac and Fit complaining when the other person hasn't logged onto the server yet, lmao.

[jackshiccup]

to celebrate my otnwasversary last week i watched httyd in orchestra concert and got a custom tiny toothless tattoo like woah.. we used to pray for times like these 12 year old me would be ecstatic to know this is what we’re upto now

[cockroachesunite]

Look how they cannibalized my boy

[pansyfemme]

for a looooong time now i’ve had this particular… thing? (i know it’s related to my psychosis/being schizospec bc. thats what my therapist says. but i don’t know what’s the right term..) everytime i wear headphones at night where i swear i can hear people i love talking badly about me but can’t quite make it out over the music but it completely disapears when i take them out. ive been dealing with it since middle school and it used to drive me fucking nuts but now it’s all just part of the music listening experience for me… hashtag i lov e music

[ganondoodle]

im 27 now

[laxxarian]

Lel, thinking about ghosts can't go intangible in the batcave or any other places that Batman would operate his work like the watchtower or something cuz the ghosts have a similar power to Martian Manhunter.

So when Skulker was tasked to steal something cuz he made a deal with Vlad, he got shocked to find that he couldn't get through.

Skulker investigated a little more before finding out that it's different compared to Vlad's and Fentons machines in keeping ghosts out. Don't know what it is but it's working and this got Skulker interested in this device.

Skulker: I could use this to trap that Royal Whelp!

Cue on laughing like a maniac but the sounds still goes off like a friendly way.

Skulker ended up visiting a few more times when Ember, Box Ghost and Desiree got curious of what has Skulker has been up to. After finding ot, the three wants to hover around to investigate with him.

All the while the JL are stalking about in the bushes since they couldn't see them in cameras, they had to use this resort.

[pierrotgnome]

hi :o)

[barfygutcheck]

pizza-logged

/uhh to be perfectly honest this is just pure kink and little else. it involves a stethoscope and some pizza overload. enjoy/

Sawyer was knocked out cold, splayed across the couch in the typical position that followed an indulgent meal. Her legs extended past the edge, one arm loosely covering her eyes while the other dangled over the side. The coffee table bore witness to her indulgence, cluttered with an empty pizza box from Sawyer’s favorite place in Kingston, discarded greasy napkins, and the subtle scent of pepperoni still hanging in the atmosphere.

Jackie nestled up against her girlfriend, one hand gently resting on Sawyer’s broad chest. Instances like this left Jackie unsure of what to do with herself. Sawyer had emerged from football practice “starved,” and Jackie, ever the supportive girlfriend, had urged her to eat… perhaps driven by a desire to see Sawyer grow full. Part of her reasoning was practical: to recover adequately, Sawyer needed to consume sufficient calorie intake. The other part?

Slightly adjusting her position, Jackie let her head rest on Sawyer’s shoulder, her gaze instinctively falling on Sawyer’s belly: markedly swollen, her muscles slack, the fabric of her shirt pulled tight.

With a moment of pause, Jackie felt equal parts self-conscious and concerned before she allowed her hand to settle directly on the expanse of Sawyer’s abdomen, where the pizza had settled, mindful of how stuffed Sawyer must feel. The heat of her skin was striking against the distension.

Normally, if Sawyer was awake, Jackie wouldn’t even get this close. Sawyer operated in two distinct modes: boasting about her food consumption or lamenting the consequences of her indulgence. In this instance, it was clear that she had reached her limit and would be grappling with a stomachache if she were conscious. However, she was far from awake. So, Jackie indulged her curiosity, tracing circles across Sawyer’s expanded stomach, her fingertips exploring the surface. As she applied gentle pressure, she could sense the tightness of the bloating — much like a balloon blown up to its near-bursting point.

She could practically imagine the digestive process occurring in her girlfriend’s abdomen; the stomach walls contracting in a rhythmic fashion, guiding the hefty mass of food toward the intestines. Given the sheer bulk of cheese and dough, this process was inevitably sluggish and inefficient.

No wonder Sawyer was out cold. Her head lolled to the side, mouth slightly open, completely knocked out from her food coma.

Jackie couldn’t help but feel aroused.

Just as she was settling deeper into the couch, she heard it — this faint gurgling sound. It was so soft at first that she thought she might’ve imagined it. But then it came again, a quiet, low rumble that seemed to echo from Sawyer’s belly. Jackie lifted her head slightly, peering down at Sawyer’s stomach again.

“Huh,” Jackie murmured, raising an eyebrow. “Is that your stomach, babe?” Of course, Sawyer couldn’t respond.

Jackie bit her lip.

The gurgling continued, a gentle but persistent noise that made her own stomach twist with a vague sense of unease.

Jackie’s medical training took over, and though she knew it was important not to jump to conclusions — Sawyer was a big girl, more than capable of handling a simple stomachache — her concern deepened with each passing moment. The sounds from Sawyer’s stomach were growing harder to ignore, and Jackie couldn’t shake the feeling that it might be more than just a typical food overload. She didn’t want to deal with chunks of half-digested pizza all over the couch, or worse, risk Sawyer waking up in agony.

Jackie shifted slightly, careful not to wake Sawyer. Her hand slid off Sully’s chest as she reached over to the coffee table where her stethoscope lay. She always kept it close, a habit from long nights of studying.

 Sawyer would probably give her so much grief if she knew Jackie was taking this medical approach, but since Sawyer was completely out, Jackie figured there was no harm.

“Alright, don’t hate me for this,” Jackie whispered as if Sawyer could hear her. She gently lifted Sawyer’s shirt, revealing her toned stomach, now slightly distended from all that pizza. Pronounced was one word. Swollen was another. Jackie had helped with a few slices; two and a half, precisely because she ate like a bird.

Sawyer had taken care of the rest, but one would have been able to tell just from the looks of her stomach.

Jackie placed the stethoscope’s diaphragm against Sawyer’s warm skin and pressed her ear to the other end.

The soft growling noises she had heard earlier were much louder now. Jackie’s brows knitted together as she listened intently. It wasn’t just normal digestion but rather intense bubbling, sloshing, and churning. Periodically, a sharp, almost groaning noise emerged, as if Sawyer’s stomach was actively protesting the overwhelming volume of food it had been tasked to manage. The sounds weren’t alarming in a medical emergency kind of way, but they certainly weren’t… pleasant. Her stomach could hardly grapple with the excess.

“Jesus, Sully, what did I get you into?” Jackie muttered under her breath, pulling the stethoscope away for a moment. She frowned, her hand resting lightly on Sawyer’s stomach. It was warm to the touch, but not unusually so. Still, with the way it was rumbling and shifting beneath her fingers, Jackie had a feeling Sawyer was going to wake up in for a rough time.

Sawyer shifted slightly, her face scrunching up in discomfort, but she didn’t wake.

Jackie felt a pang of guilt. She’d encouraged Sawyer to eat the entire pizza, and now her stomach was working overtime to deal with it. Jackie pressed the stethoscope back to Sawyer’s belly, listening again. The sounds were just as unsettling — a mix of liquid sloshing and air moving around in ways that didn’t seem like they should be. Under normal circumstances, the sounds would be rhythmic but somewhat gentle; occasional burbles, gushing as digestion kicked in. However, Jackie picked up prolonged periods of silence followed by harsh gurgling and strained noises, indicative of a cramped digestive tract.

Perhaps nausea was building up.

Sawyer’s body jerked slightly, a sudden hiccup escaping her lips. The hiccup was so forceful it jostled her entire body, and Jackie’s hand felt the sloshing inside Sawyer’s belly. The sound was unmistakable — a thick noise that made Jackie’s eyes briefly widen. She froze, listening as another hiccup followed, this one even louder.

Jackie leaned back with a sigh, pulling the stethoscope from her ears and setting it aside. There wasn’t much she could do now except wait for Sawyer to wake up and see how she felt. Jackie just hoped she wouldn’t feel too awful.

Her gaze softened as she looked at Sawyer’s peaceful face, her breathing steady despite the clear turmoil happening in her gut.

The growling from Sully’s stomach continued, but Jackie was at least reassured that nothing serious seemed to be happening. It was just a classic case of overeating.

Jackie leaned her head against Sawyer’s shoulder, letting the gentle rise and fall of Sawyer’s chest calm her own nerves. For now, all Jackie could do was wait and make sure Sawyer didn’t wake up in too much pain. After all, it wasn’t every day your girlfriend devoured an entire pizza and then passed out like a rock.

Jackie chuckled softly, resting her hand on Sawyer’s warm stomach again, feeling the faint vibrations of her digestive system working overtime. Sully might grumble when she woke up, but Jackie would be there, ready to help.

[cissa-calls]

In anticipation of the finale, there are two wolves inside me right now:

1. The hope that it is a gritty, raw opening of love, grief and reflecting on oneself as an individual identity and group. Something poetic about death, longing, memory, and the continuation or breaking of cycles of trauma. However, though it is something that is definitely tear jerking (sob jerking moreso), it is not gratuitously sad to the point that it falls directly into the sapphic trope of tragic love, but still is a testament to the time and trials these witches have faced as outcasts. Answers to questions of what does it mean to want? To long? (And it’s inherent power as they near the end of the witches road and their prizes are within grasp). Is it the pursuit that is most poignant, or the result?

2. The secret and entirely unrealistic hope that it ends with the coven all reuniting! Agatha gets her powers back, Tommy is found, and a resolution about Nick is reached. Agatha and Rio fall madly in love again and live out their days in sapphic cottage core bliss with Señor Scratchy. Rio reaps souls and Agatha practices magic and gets therapy for the Evanora trauma of it all. They all have weekly coven dinners and even though they all nearly kill each other several times during the meal, wow they’re a found family with a space to freely expressly themselves (not without judgement…they still love to judge each other, but without condemnation). Agatha can’t cook and nearly burns the building down, Lilia and Jen question that out of all mortals, why did Rio pick this one? Rio is like: I’m a divine being, so I don’t need to eat (Agatha kicks her under the table)…and because I love her. Most of the time. Is this silly and only realistic in the realm of fan fiction? Absolutely, but let me live, I already KNOW these last two episodes are going to WRECK me (if episode 7 was anything to go by…)

Either way, I hope to see Agatha and Rio ending the series as it began: beating the ever loving, mother frickin CRAP outta each other. No holding back, just an all out brawl that makes Lucille and Edith’s showdown at the end of Crimson Peak look like child’s play. Nothing says I love you like cutthroat combat <3

[just-somedude]

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