thechariotrider

[clingyduoapologist]

Anyways can’t wait for the dsmp world downloads to drop, any minute now :)

[maladaptivewriting]

have to spend a couple of hours reading dilf drarry fics cause my stomach hurts

[selfconsciousfangirl]

I’d joke I don’t get paid enough to caretake my grandparents, but it’s true, because I don’t get paid squat to caretake my grandparents

[ofstoriesandstardust]

babe wake up your ex best friend of eight years is messaging you after hardly speaking for five years

[bi-dykes]

I got kissed WITH TONGUE today a very very very happy pride month to me

[latibvles]

GOT AN 88 ON MY PHILOSOPHY MIDTERM!!

[area51-escapee]

When I realized I was home alone I got so excited and got all these ideas of stuff I wanted to do. And instead I’m laying here doing absolutely nothing.

[most-normal-eccles-cake-ignorer]

The products of trying to recreate what was going on outside the frame during the kiss. (for ENTIRELY SCIENTIFIC purposes)

@actual-changeling altered my whole outlook on life with this post about Aziraphale's left hand (I'd only been looking at his right hand) and I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I painted the rest of the fucking owl (and his bf).

so normal about this

[mother-harrington]

all I want is for a cute guy to be obsessed with me, how can that be too much to ask?

[comfymoth]

did i spend way too long making this because i wanted to play but the other boards didn’t have all the answers i wanted? yes. yes i did. so uhh feel free to send stuff in, and also feel free to use the board for your own game!

[bixels]

I hate how ADHD has made just the act of eating difficult. My psychiatrist and doctors have told me that eating food is none-negotiable and a part of my medication, but it’s still hard to self-motivate. I have to struggle every day not to purposely starve myself. It’s gotten to the point where I won’t eat anything for a whole day and will feel fine and that’s bad. Or stomach growling feels good.

[luwyv]

You must know that the amount of Sky content you are giving us is bringing me so much joy thank you

He's just so loveable and wonderful thank you

:D

AAAAAAAA THANK YOUUU!

Have two little guys vibing and playing!!

[izzystizzys]

the thing about being the highest-ranked and most-decorated officer in any GAR/Guard capacity, fox thinks, is that unsurprisingly nobody could give less of a shit or listen to anything he says. it’s not like he earned those medals and recognitions and perfect test scores or anything, now is it, kote?

or, after the zillo beast disaster, the coruscant guard medbay just so happens to be much closer than the GAR one, and surprise surprise, senators don’t want meatdroids to be treated in their facilities after they’ve just protected them with their lives. fox tries to reason against this. fox is unsuccessful, because no one listens to fox.

which is how he finds himself crammed into a corner along with cody, ponds, bly, rex and their jedi, looking out across a medbay which is quite frankly a goddamn disaster rivalling the fight with the zillo beast in proportions. skywalker tries to step out towards one of the medics, and has to be pulled back by the collar of his shirt by amidala, squawking loudly when he’s nearly rammed over by mauler, crucifix and a shrilly screaming crash cart.

it’s not like fox said this would be a bad idea or anything.

“um, vod”, cody begins, unsure, “what’s - is that guy sewing wooley up with thread?!”

meathook, who is in fact sewing wooley up with thread, and looks about as happy about it as his patient, and who fox honestly thought was going to cry when he announced the influx of patients about to descend on them, snaps something about triage over his shoulder at hound, whose arm is decidedly bent in a way it shouldn’t be, jerking his head to gesture at the rickety cot next to cody’s ARC. fox is pretty sure they salvaged the thing from a dumpster. he slaps a bandage on the stitches that fox fears might be from the same dumpster.

“putting those advanced reconnaissance training skills to use, kote”, says fox, who invariably turns into the worst possible version of himself whenever cody opens his mouth within a klick of his vicinity.

skywalker harrumphs, evidently at the end of his impressive patience. “well, why?! hey, trooper! these men need bacta!”

“do they, now? i’m sorry, i hadn’t noticed”, a low voice hisses angrily behind them, and fox is the only one who doesn’t jump on account of he’s too dead inside to be scared of his CMO anymore. a grave error, he’s sure. “i guess i’ll just go pull some out of my ass along with a tank and painkillers, then! hadn’t thought of that yet!”

warcrime, whose eye is twitching and who is holding a bloody saw in visible consideration of using it, pins skywalker with a look that has had shinies all over the guard peeing themselves. “we don’t have any fucking bacta, you absolute numbskull.”

“but that can’t be right”, cody pipes up again, next to a very troubled looking generals kenobi and windu. fox sympathises very much with the patented migraine-glare on windu’s face. “why do you not have any bacta?”

“because i like to smear meiloorun juice all over my patient’s stab wounds, commander”, warcrime says. “it’s a homeopathic medicine thing. because the chancellor refuses to give us any, genius.”

“what?!” skywalker says, bristling. “that can’t be true! he wouldn’t -“ he’s cut off by his comm pinging loudly over the moaning and crying in the medbay, and warcrime leaning close enough to be heard with a whisper.

“well, he would, and if you don’t believe me, there’s a holorecording of him telling marshal commander fox why biological weapons on the homefront have lower priority and therefore half rations of everything. now get out of my medbay or find out why they named me warcrime, sir.”

amidala, the collective braincell holder for both her husband and the senate combined (on occasion), tugs him out of the way of warcrime’s bonesaw and ire. fox, who very much enjoys not being the primary target of a medic for once, unfortunately also has to be the adult in the room. “sirs, a transfer to the GAR barracks medbay might be a preferable- AH, MOTHERFU-“

“get him, stabby!”, rabid whoops from where he’s resetting thire’s nose, who echoes a much more nasal and muffled, “go, ftabby!”

“get kriffing FUCKED, stabby, you absolute-“, fox seethes, trying to swipe for the medic’s head and nearly planting one on cody instead by accident, who unfortunately manages to evade the swing fox is admittedly projecting very obviously on account of the sedation hypo jammed into his flank.

“medbay rules, sir”, stabby calls, dancing away towards mauler and his crash cart, while someone bumps something solid and flat against the backs of fox’s thighs that he can’t help but tumble back on, already seeing two codys and blys dancing around his vision. “commander fox protocol dictates he is to be helped to sleep as often as possible, sir.”

“a desperate but well-founded measure, i’m sure”, kenobi of all people agrees, and fox waves an unsteady hand in what might be the general’s direction to the sound of cody’s scandalized gasp. “as you were, officer… stabby.”

“traitors”, fox slurs, just as his com-unit begins to ping with an urgent notification. before he can try and answer it, warcrime has ripped it off his arm and flung it somewhere out of his sight. eh, it probably wasn’t anything THAT important, fox thinks. and if he wakes up two days later to a near-hysteric meathook kissing the glass casing of the guard’s brand new bacta tank over and over again, he decides to just roll over and go back to sleep.

[emry-stars-art]

omg emry tiny baby squid jean 😭

I need to go look up the size of this squid species’ babies five minutes ago

He’s shy don’t be too loud

[dailyjevil]

can you draw him driving [WITHOUT a license!111!!!11!!!11!]

Day 328 of posting Jevil every day

[sincerelywhistler]

Things my husband does that are so violently Asher Coded, I had to compile a written list and turn them into headcanons:

- Play flirts with his best friend with such homosexual undertones, I’m often convinced that I’m third wheeling. This best friend is— and incredibly so— also named David.

- Wordlessly walked into the bathroom with a gigantic bottle of avocado oil and didn’t come out for 20+ minutes (I was concerned; he was using it as a WD40 “replacement” because he embarrassed to admit he was scared of the WD40 aerosol can)

- Flirts with David

- Thought the “mile high” club meant you’ve flown across the country. Innocently told all of our friends that he joined the club after our summer vacation to Alaska. Mortified himself.

- I brought him along with me to get my ID renewed. He thanked every person he saw for their service to our country. We were on a military base. Everyone there was active duty. Everyone.

- Is dyslexic

- Flirts with David

- Begs and pleads to be let in on any of my work gossip, calls me “boring” and “too morally grounded” when I have nothing to report

- Wakes me up by using the blender at ungodly hours of the morning

- Wakes me up by loading the dishes at ungodly hours of the morning

- Wakes me up by starting the washing machine at ungodly hours of the morning

- Me: says a sentence

Fox: picks out ONE word of said sentence that also is in a Fall Out Boy lyric and starts singing that song, abandoning all conversation

- Flirts with David