#I'm catching up !!!!

[dragonpyre]

Mermay day 2: Carnivorous

Batman discovered the fish corpse culprit in the cave

Commission info / ko-fi

[dimbulb-brony]

For Day 1 and 2 of TwiPie Week 2024!

Day 1: Boop - I think that summarizes it.

Day 2: Fears - Aw c'mon Twi, quesadillas are really good.

@twipieweek

[piowasthere]

day 10 - Lights on

thinking about HW2, arts & crafts 2 where Sun was shaking near a lamp in a broken fort

yk, felt like crying tonight

[stargazingbitch]

He looked soo hot in this episode and for what (for his seaniee I know)

[negrowhat]

Y'all what if Max is the real Raindrop Killer??

[pureanonofficial]

LES MIS LETTERS IN ADAPTATION - Some Petticoat, LM 3.3.7 (Les Miserables 1972)

We have mentioned a lancer. He was a great-grand-nephew of M. Gillenormand, on the paternal side, who led a garrison life, outside the family and far from the domestic hearth. Lieutenant Théodule Gillenormand fulfilled all the conditions required to make what is called a fine officer. He had “a lady’s waist,” a victorious manner of trailing his sword and of twirling his moustache in a hook. He visited Paris very rarely, and so rarely that Marius had never seen him. The cousins knew each other only by name. We think we have said that Théodule was the favorite of Aunt Gillenormand, who preferred him because she did not see him. Not seeing people permits one to attribute to them all possible perfections.

[theselightsareblinding]

Let's make a new MeenPing series, what could it be about? Maybe the plot could revolve around this 14/15 year old child being kicked out of his home because... *spins wheel* he plays basketball!

[transmurderbug]

Picrew time!

This was like a week ago but I couldn't pass on it, it's so cool! Thank you for the tags, Julia @juliakayyy, Jess @jrooc, Evie @energievie aaand Nosho @creepkinginc 💙

Nosho 🤝 me, frowning about the lack of green hair option 🍃 Luckily, blue works perfectly as well 😏

Not tagging because hehehehe [hides]

[journeytodrawiii]

Day three of @kay-m-sinc's writing challenge: Drowning in Sorrows

"She told me that I had something, that I meant something. She told me I was going to be great." my voice echoed before me. It stretched onwards, tunnelling out into the world.

"I know." A hollow voice replied. He seemed to be everywhere, and nowhere. I looked out over the fog soaked horizon. Peaking out of the curtain I traced the figures of old carousel horses and out of service fair rides. The paint cracked and chipped.

"Was I supposed to be great? Did I miss my chance?" A slow booming pressed against my chest. My eyelids were weighted and my throat scraped raw. An old bench simmered into view, still bright and yellow. Drawn to the chipped slats, I dragged myself over and flopped down. The seat was wet, but not more dew soaked than the grass that tickled my calves.

"I couldn't say." From nowhere, and from everywhere, his voice cascaded down, like summer thunder in a valley.

"I think I missed my chance." The glossed eyes of the carousel horses looked on. Tears pricked my eyes. Bright lights, blinding lights, a crowd awaiting my next line. Rows and rows of people, murmuring in anxious anticipation, all there to see me perform. A dry throat. Words caught up in a knot. Buckling knees. It was as if I was there again. The stale theatre air, the scuffed stage.

"You think yourself to be a circus clown?" A pitiful chuckle tumbled from my lips as a hot train of tears spilled from my eyes.

"Why would you say that?"

"Well, look around." He replied, calmly. His voice fading in and washing out, a presence not dissimilar to the eb and flow of the tide. My shoulders trembled and my lip quivered. Lilac stretched from my fingertips to my knuckles, in a sharp, tingling gradient of cold.

"I wanted to be great. But what if I'm just a fool?" The grass whispered against my ankles and shadows drifted faintly through the mist. Giggles and sneers built up, echoing towards me. Guided directly towards me, tunnelling tenaciously.

"What if you are?" The jeering cut out. I flicked my head up. A sharp twisting rooted itself in my stomach.

"I can't be."

Jolting awake, I clutched at my blanket. The window had blown open, the curtains swaying in the early morning breeze. The blue-grey sky poured down as a cold sweat washed its way over me. The cold settled in under my skin, and I hunched down further, bunched up in layers and layers of fabric. Nothing could stave the biting cold off. My skin felt thin, and each fiber of the covers above me pricked down. A sheet of needles. I trembled. 

Glasses gathered at my bedside. Some still occupied with a remaining swig of still water. Papers littered the carpet, spilling out from beneath my bedposts. I stretched out my feet to touch the edge of my bed, but met no surface. The ceiling suddenly seemed to resemble the ceiling of my childhood bedroom. Tumbling back through time I watched my frail hands clutch the edge of my blanket. My body was light, movable. A strong gust of wind could have carried me away. I wish it did. The hecklers from the audience plagued my mind. Their faces washed out by the floodlights over head, beating down on my neck. Sweat tore down my back, my legs quaked. I squeezed my eyes closed, white hot burning in the back of my throat. I opened my eyes. The blue consumed me. Washed over from head to toe by a gushing wave I fell still. Sweat mingled with the tears on my face as the shaking cut off. I followed the glistening flecks of dust. Little fairies dancing about. Bright, blue. I turned over, my nose pressed against the wall. There was nothing I could do now. Hundreds of witnesses to the moment that marked my downfall. Hundreds of witnesses who would never revere my name. Cast aside I sighed. Water seemed to drift up around me, or rather I seemed to sink down. At my core an anchor kept me rooted at the bottom of the pit, buried under the sands.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I drowned in the weight lingering above me.

[dykeferatu]

i want you so bad

[mariana-oconnor]

So happy they did parkin on bake-off. I love parkin. It's such a flavour of my childhood. I once took one my mum made to guide camp and ate it all instead of sharing it with my tent. Mine.

[kissablelips-desireslure-vol2]

ELITE SEASON 5 (2022)

MANU RIOS (as Patrick)

&

CARLOTO COTTA (as Cruz)

with:

ANDRÉ LAMOGLIA (as Ivan)

Scene Synopsis: Patrick is head over heels for Ivan but Ivan desires Patrick's sister Ari. Ari is dating Samuel yet she has slept with Ivan. Ivan has also slept with Patrick. And the cherry on the top of this family affair is Cruz (Ivan's father) is into Patrick. Whoa. What in the BOLD and the BEAUTIFUL is going on. After having sex with Ari, while getting them drinks Ivan catches Patrick and Cruz being intimate in the pool. Which angers him.

[solo-by-choice]

"The crowd melted away, after the bustling fashion common to arrival platforms; and I was beginning to feel uneasy, lest I might miss my guest, when a sweet-faced, dainty-looking girl stepped up to me, and, after a quick glance, said: "Dr. Seward, is it not?"

"And you are Mrs. Harker!" I answered at once; whereupon she held out her hand.

"I knew you from the description of poor dear Lucy; but——" She stopped suddenly, and a quick blush overspread her face.

The blush that rose to my own cheeks somehow set us both at ease, for it was a tacit answer to her own."

shut uuuup they are so cute

[challenge-ant]

I KNEW IT WASN'T 1989

[katanaski-main]

The man that you are ✨️