#I'm still cry laughing at that ask

[schumigrace]

if u dont keep talking about michael i will perish. so uhhhhhh. what about that

he used to hide in his motorhome watching shows by himself to get away from everyone in the paddock and one time at benneton he was watching Mr Bean and laughing away to himself when one of the team brought rowan atkinson to meet him . and when he opened the door he just shouted "Mr Bean!" and then laughed in his face

[lovesickeros]

can.. can I ask for an affectionate reader with characters who aren’t normally like… used to the love? like, not just through words but physical affection like hand-holding, kisses, hugs, all that shebang. probably with a few people like yelan, ei, basically any character that is either cut-off from society or seems socially distant or isolated. 😞

☆ affectionate reader with yelan, ei, & furina

[ 4.2 Archon Quest spoilers ]

× yelan

Varies between how you display your affection, to be honest. Just like being affectionate with people? She's cool with it as long as you don't pop by while she's working (mostly because she'll end up dragging you into it for a bit of fun). I don't think she's all that touchy feely herself, but she'll absolutely get you gifts instead– like pretty knick nacks? She'll make sure to snag any she thinks you might like. Like a good meal? Sure, she'll take you out to one of the restaurants in the city, doesn't matter how expensive. Her treat. If you do prefer physical gifts rather then being taken out, you'll eventually get used to the random unmarked letters and packages showing up where your staying pretty often. It's obvious to know who it came from even if she never signs anything.

Flirty reader, though? Whole nother can of worms and now it's a challenge. The more confident you are the more interested she is. The other acolytes would absolutely seethe at the idea but she has no hesitation at just straight up flirting back– she's as charismatic as they come and she's got a poker face that's basically impenetrable. She'll probably also make a bet to see who cracks first (she always wins, unsurprisingly). Probably won't get dragged into any of her schemes this way but if you ask politely maybe she'll consider it, anyway.

The smell of freshly brewed tea and the clatter of dice across wood was a common sight at the Yanshang Teahouse– less common was the woman secluded in the far corner, her lips pulled into a grin that flashed fangs and a look that would scare off the most confident of men.

She'd normally try to scope out any new blood that'd made the mistake of stepping into her teahouse and was equally stupid enough to accept a gamble against her just for the thrill of it, but she was far too absorbed in the warm body at her side, one of her die clasped tightly in their hand as she guided them through the motions– they had a knack for it, she had to admit. The thought made her preen, the clatter of the die as it rolled across the table giving her that subtle, familiar rush.

Even if she knew exactly where it'd land.

"Six. Hm, maybe you're just lucky," She muses, plucking the die from the table and holding it up to her eye like a prized jewel, "Or maybe you're not as innocent as you'd have us believe." There's a sharp glint in her eyes at the prospect, but everyone else has the sense to keep their heads down and their words to themselves as she tosses the die herself.

"So why don't we find out and make a bet, just between you and me?"

× ei

Varies between Ei and the Shogun, because you'll probably be seeing either as much as the other. Sometimes you gotta really squint to tell who it is sometimes, but you get used to it. Both are fairly similar, though, in that their first instinct (especially in public) is to tense up like you're about to attack them or something. Difference is Ei eventually relaxes after a solid minute of trying to process your sudden affection and, if no one else is around, she might even reciprocate. Just don't tease her for being a little stiff and awkward about it, she's trying. That's what happens when your only company is a robot and uh. Nothing. For like 500 years. She's trying. Raiden, on the other hand, is just about as awkward as you can imagine. She's polite (blunt) about it because Ei is fond of you and also you are. The Creator. But she's not really built to deal with personal relationships and so she doesn't know how to deal with affection.

..Depending on what you do you may or may not blue screen Ei hard enough that she retreats back to PoE

Ei usually isn't fond of sitting still, unless it's to meditate. At least then she goes in with a purpose, something to achieve– but now, she's just focused on trying not to make a fool of herself. Her muscles are starting to ache from how hard she's tensing, though, in an effort to sit as straight and still as possible as their hands glide through her hair, weaving it into a single braid.

She can just barely hear the subtle lilt of their voice as they hum– and though it is soothing, it is also..very distracting. She can't focus long enough to try and meditate, too lost in the gentle rise and fall of their voice and the care they take to braid her hair. If she'd had a heart, she'd sure it'd be beating so wildly against her ribcage they could hear it.

But then it stops– their hands fall back to their sides and their humming falters. She freezes, too, racking her brain for any slights she must have committed. Instead, she is met with a calm, tender touch on the back of her neck, making her inhale sharply.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Ei? You're so tense.." She has to grit her teeth to stop herself from bowing so low her head presses against the ground, her hands folded in her lap, clenching instinctively. "..No, Divine One." She answers simply, trying to contain the adoration swelling in her chest.

Yet as much as she tries to relax, to ease their worries, she finds that she cannot.

"Hm." That small murmur, a simple sound that nearly made her jump, was the only warning she got before they scooted closer, wrapping their arms around her stomach and resting their chin on her shoulder with a grin she would liken to Miko's, if she dared to make such a comparison. "Really?"

She swears she must've been feverish at the affection, lightheaded and dazed until she thought she might simply perish at the brush of their hands against her own.

Much to her embarrassment, however, she doesn't realize she's instinctively pulled back into Plane of Euthymia until she sees the familiar dull purples engulf her vision once again.

Though only a small solace, it seemed a little..brighter, this time.

× furina

Varies between pre 4.2 and post 4.2 archon quests to be honest.

Pre 4.2 she comes off as very vain– of course the most Divine would see fit to spoil her with affection! She deserves it, and is obviously their favorite! Just don't look too hard because she's terrible at hiding how flustered she actually is. Absolutely goes home right after and screams into her pillow for at least thirty minutes minimum.

Post 4.2 she's a lot more openly bashful and flustered. She's really not used to affection and even the smallest show of it has her folding immediately. Now that she doesn't need to worry about being found out she's a lot more receptive to affection. Cup her cheeks and compliment her and her knees are buckling. Like. Especially weak for compliments and praise (she deserves it. please spoil her).

She swears she must be hallucinating– she had been having trouble sleeping recently. But..no. The visage of the Creator was as real as the sweat beading on her brow as she stared at them for a long, awkward moment. Should..she let them in? But then they'd see the pathetic state she was in, and the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself in front of them-!

Her choice was quickly made for her, anyway, as she let out an undignified squeak of surprise when they suddenly tugged her forward into their chest, enclosing her in a hug.

Her first reaction was to freeze– her second was becoming absolutely flustered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink and her mouth closing and opening as she tried to find her words.

"I– ah..um." She stumbled over her words instead, floundering like a fish out of water. Yet she felt a distinct sense of emptiness wash over her when they finally pulled back, looking a touch sheepish. "Sorry, sorry– you just looked like you needed a hug."

The silence spoke for itself, her shoulders tensing slightly. But the way the concern and affection bled through their voice made her waver, her hands trembling as she let out a shaky breath that almost sounded like a sigh.

"It's..It's fine! Fine, I'm fine." She repeated, trying desperately to ignored the way her voice cracked and how hot her face felt– though it was more an attempt to affirm herself that she was not thinking about how warm they felt, how much she..actually enjoyed the hug. She wasn't thinking about it all! Absolutely not!

..Maybe a little.

"Just warn me next time, please?"

[ducktracy]

I can’t BELIEVE they’ve gone back to Porky living in a normal house and Daffy living in his bathtub. I have held “Porky & Daffy” in my heart for all these years as an ideal of portrayal. This is the happiest day of my life

SO NICE I'M POSTING THIS TWICE FOR CONTEXT just because i want to look at it again. ughhhhhhh the little bird on Porky's bedpost one of the photos released also has another, DIFFERENT little bird. if he's like Snow White or something i will cry. just don't let him around any dogs because he'll drop them from staircases or encourage them to jump off bridges

I MEANT TO ANSWER THIS WAY EARLIER, BUT IT WORKS OUT BECAUSE LOOK AT WHAT THE WARNER DEUTSCHLAND CHANNEL JUST POSTED TODAY:

I'M SO HAPPY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO UGHGHGHGGHHG!!!! IT IS SUCH A GOOD PORTRAYAL ISN'T IT.. when LTC first came out i was very confident the opening to Firehouse Frenzy was a reference as well

I'M. SO. EXCITED. i know this needs to speculation like yeah no DUH. BUT AHHHHHHH. UGHHHHH I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE. i'm so excited to see what other homages to other shorts are in store. I'M SO EXCITED I CAN'T ARTICULATE MYSELF. i was gonna have some big eloquent explanation about how much i love Porky & Daffy (the characters too) but my words are stopping short because i literally cannot focus because i am just SHROUDED WITH EXCITEMENTTTTTT CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING!

since i am in a CARTOON SHARING MOOD, here is the opening to Porky & Daffy for those who have never seen it because i have no idea when else i would post the entire opening. it's so endearing!!! look at the shaky camera truck-in and dissolve to the house... back when they were still struggling with how to do diagonal camera pans and double exposure effects.. :'))) i miss reviewing this era of cartoons profusely

i have a deep fondness for stuff like the shot of Porky grabbing the paper, Clampett seemed to have a similar fondness of starting shorts out of this era with close shots like that (Porky's Party opens on a very synonymous shot of Porky lighting the candles on the cake). Bobe Cannon's animation of Porky is adorable. some really smooth and hypnotic Chuck Jones animation of Daffy boxing with the pillows (in Chuck's last short working for Clampett!). this entire exchange is adorable. i am so excited for anything that even entertains the idea of modeling itself after this. i'm so excited.

[sysmedsaresexist]

I can't install windows updates because I can't be alone with my thoughts for that long

[abluehappyface]

It's been a while since I've been growled at...

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I didn't think the first episode of Jentry Chau vs the Underworld was very strong, but I liked the premise and animation style so I kept watching while doing some craft stuff and I wound up binging the entire thing in one sitting. So yeah, solid recommendation. Really liked all the Chinese mythology / Daoist stuff in there

[elytrafemme]

do you ever meet someone who you understand only exists in your life in a very temporary manner because of the nature of your relations but you feel so much strong emotion about them that you know they will be written into the fabric of your life forever? anyway i had the same phlebotomist as last time and have empirically determined that she is one of God's angels and i would just about do anything for her

[my-thirteenth-reason]

kicking my feet and giggling (<- just got apologised to)

[wastemanjohn]

i'm really fucking done with entitled ass men today

[lucyvaleheart]

hungry and desperate for attention and violence need someone to take me take advantage of me bend me over make me take it whip me with a belt grind my face into the desk make me beg for it beg for more thank them as I do it

or a real nice cup of tea would hit nice too. I dunno either or

[inafieldofdaisies]

Can i get 🛁 - A nice, relaxing bath for either sabrina or cal? Whichever one you think deserves it more :)

Prompt from this post.

Originally I settled to do it for Sabrina, since for the life of me I couldn't imagine Calahan ever taking a bath unironically (not that he deserves it less), the closest he's ever gotten to taking a bath is when John almost drowns him at the Cleansing. 🤣 But ... I ended up writing a little something for Hartley too, including it after her snippet.

Sabrina was awakened by the sunlight streaming through the ranch's windows. She realized they had forgotten to close the curtains the night before, too engrossed in each other and in the moment, then all she could remember was drifting off in his bed, their bodies entangled. A look at her watch revealed it was past 8 am. Usually she'd wake up at sunrise or before the sun even made an appearance, she couldn't believe she had overslept.

It's his bed. It's just more comfortable. Right.

Sabrina laughed internally at the poor excuse. It wasn't the bed, it was John, no matter how much she tried to ignore that fact. Ironically it was in his arms where she felt safe, she didn't have to stay awake until tiredness finally took over and her brain had overworked itself enough. She allowed herself few more extra seconds in his embrace, absorbing the warmth his body radieted, like her own personal blanket. With a sigh she carefully moved his arm that was resting over her waist and got up, stretching her body, feeling a sweet soreness in her limbs.

The cool air hit her naked skin, making her shiver. At the foot of the bed she found his shirt laying discarded on the floor, as she put it on Sabrina took in his scent, the smokey expensive cologne he used enveloping her in the same way he was holding her. She looked over at his sleeping form under the sheets, the calm expression on his face made him appear younger, peaceful, carefree. "For once I'm watching you sleep and not the other way around.", she whispered, then tiptoed over to the master bathroom, not wanting to wake him up, knowing he needed rest as much as she did. Sabrina was freshening up when an idea hit her. During her stay an the ranch she had been eyeing the bathtub in the bathroom she usually used, yearning to de-stress for a few minutes. At the end she always settled for a quick shower, feeling too guilty to pamper herself while the County was at war. She walked over, her body convincing her to draw a bath this time. With the water at just the right temperature and smelling heavenly, she was about to get in when the door opened. "You didn't wake me.", John sounded a little hurt. Sabrina turned around, her eyes taking him in: He was shirtless, all of his tattoos on display, barefoot, sleep pants hanging low on his waist, his hair messier than usual with strands falling on his forehead in defiance. In few strides he was in front of her, the sleepiness still lingering in his gaze. "You looked too peaceful to", she responded and hugged him, her arms locking at the nape of his neck as her eyes met his. "And you look good in my shirt, Ms. Donovan.", John retorted, pulling her closer by the waist and leaning down for a kiss. "Should have seen me in my detective days, then.", was all she could get out before he silenced her. When their lips met, Sabrina felt the same giddiness that took over her the first time he kissed her, the same hunger he was trying to quench. She nudged his chest and broke the kiss, knowing full well they'd get carried away otherwise. "My bath is getting cold and I have to make breakfast for Savannah." "Then we better get you out of that shirt.", he smirked, his fingers going to work on the buttons, garment hitting the ground in seconds. His pants quickly followed suit. "You didn't even ask to join me, Seed. What if I need some alone time?", Sabrina raised an eyebrow. "It's my bathtub, Deputy." She made a move to playfully smack him on the chest, but he caught her wrist and kissed her palm. "Sabrina", he drawled, correcting himself, "I'm just riling you up. So, can", a kiss, "I", followed by another, " join", and another, "you?" She gave his chest another push, "As long as you don't try to drown me." John backed away, laughing, his blue eyes shining playfully, "As brazen as the first time we met." He moved around Sabrina, stepping into the water. He sat down, making himself comfortable, then reached out a hand to her. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, at John Seed enveloped by bubbles, "Spa day at the ranch. But hell, I forgot your rubber ducky." "Get in, Sabrina." And so she did, nestling against him, her back to his chest. She was right, the water was getting colder already. John had his right arm resting on the edge of the tub, the left was wrapped around her waist, holding her close, something that was turning into a habit. Sabrina grabbed his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers, looking at his tattoos. At times she still found herself in disbelief that he was the man from her visions. "You making breakfast for me too?", he murmured inbetween kissing her back, his teeth playfully grazing the spot where her shoulder and neck met, lips quickly soothing the sting. "I have to, after last night. You need your energy back.", she broke into laughter at his hand tickling her waist. "My energy is just fine. But you already know that.", he whispered in her ear. "I might need a demonstration." "Will you now?" "Yes, you see-" His lips against hers silenced her as his hand descended underwater, making her forget about her bath and the water going cold.

Sabrina entered the ranch, unable to shake off the feeling something was wrong. Her and Savannah had gone out on a walk, while John was away doing God knows what. She was sure she had closed the backdoor on their way out. Then she saw them: muddy footprints leading from the entry past the kitchen and up the stairs. An intruder. "Rin-Rin? What's wrong?", Savannah could sense her worry. "Stay here.", Sabrina told her sister. Leaving her to sit on the couch in the living room. On her way upstairs, she grabbed her gun from John's room. "I'm living it in here. Regular and Bliss bullets. So I know you two are safe when I'm not present.", was what he had told her before he left the last time. She set on checking the upper levels of the ranch, gun raised in front of her, eyes tracking the footprints that led to the guestroom that nobody used. Sabrina opened the door, the room was empty but a godawful noise was coming from the bathroom. The most off-key singing I've ever heard. "What the fuck?", she whispered. She expected an attacker, not an America's Got Talent reject. With quick strides she was in front of the bathroom door, swinging it open and rushing in. The sight made her freeze in her tracks. Calahan was taking a bath and signing on the top of his lungs while smoking a cigarette. His clothes were thrown in a heap in the middle of the room. "KID? What the fuck?", Sabrina was dumbfounded. "Gray!", Hartley was so startled by her sudden appearance he almost dropped his cigarette in the water as he made a move to cover himself, desperately gathering the remaining bubbles. She twirled around, grabbing a towel off the rack and chucking it next to the bathtub. She then tucked the gun in the back of her jeans, seeing how no actual danger was present. "Out.", she shouted. Calahan gave her a sheepish smile, as he put out his cigarette on the edge of the tub and picked up the towel. Sabrina turned, staring at the door she came through, refusing to be flashed further. "Front is clear, Gray." Hartley had the towel wrapped around his waist and was tracking water across the floor as he headed for his clothes. "What are you doing here?" "I needed a break from all the fuckers chasing me. Was close by and figured this might be the only place I'd find a friendly face at." "And if John was the one to find you?" "Eh," Cal shrugged, "he would have been pissed, even better." "Kid.", Sabrina gave him a pointed look. "I needed this, Gray. Haven't rested in days, forgot even when I showered last. Felt like a better option than the river", he sent her a wink, "You might want to turn around again…" Sabrina shook her head, exiting the bathroom as she shouted, "Get your ass dressed, Deputy." Few minutes later Calahan emerged too, his body covered by dark jeans, faded sweatshirt and denim jacket, while he carried his dirty boots in one hand. His gaze landed on Sabrina sitting on the bed, "Sorry. I really mean it." "My sister is downstairs, terrified, Calahan. You've tracked in mud all over the house. And now I need to bleach my eyes.", she groaned, "You're lucky John isn't here. I'm really not in the mood for you two bickering like children." "I'm sorry.", he repeated, paired with the best puppy eyes he could muster. With a sigh, Sabrina got up and gave him a hug, "I'm glad you're okay. And here." "I missed you too, you know.", he responded, patting her back with his free hand. "Okay, that's enough.", she backed away, wiping her eyes, "Come now." Sabrina opened the bedroom door, heading straight for the stairs. "I'm going to make us some lunch, while you make sure the house is spotless. Deal, kid?" "Deal."

[fuwaprince]

I really want cup noodles but it's too cold to walk to the store and I am bleeding for reasons I cannot explain again. Emotionally I'm pretty good. Physically I'm not

[spring-lxcked]

@poaeise asked: ❝ it takes a moment for his words to register, but once they do, rachel tilts her head.  eyes meeting his. '' this ? oh, it's an iphone. looks like a lot going on, i know. but it's not as complicated as it seems. here. take a look.'' / heard u wanted the rabbit man to have tech sjflksjdlk. ❞ ( random indulgent ask <3 )

He had been watching attentively, the growing curiosity over everything else giving rise to the question. Once, he had been all too familiar with the newest technology, constantly searching for ways to implement it into his own work. In another life, he could have done more than build animatronics. Technology had long sense passed him by, however, if the item—the "phone"—in Rachel's hand was anything to judge by.

She indulged him—more than he expected given their history—and he took two heavy steps closer. Any other time the movement might have been threatening, but his eyes were trained on the device. He took it with all the care he could manage given his predicament, a faint clicking accompanying the movement of his eyes searching the screen. "This. . . isn't a phone. It's a computer." Once upon a time he had experimented with microprocessor-like chips in his animatronics. He couldn't even fathom what powered this device. The fingers on his free hand twitched. He wanted to open it, catch the exposed ends of endoskeleton under the seams and pull it open. He had always learned best by taking apart and putting back together. He imagined that even starting to do that wouldn't go over well. He resisted. Barely. "I could've created. . . so much more with this. . . technology." His words were rasped out mostly to himself. He finally pressed one of his remaining intact fingers to a tile on the screen, the jaw of the suit twitching when it loaded up. Fascinating. "Tell me how it works."

[laesas]

Fic Trope Tier List!

Tagged by @tumsa 💜

I'm so late to the party that I feel like almost everyone on my dash has been tagged! BUT if you're reading this: Tag! You're it! I want to hear everyones thoughts on fic tropes!

I also defintely did this based on how much I love the tropes themselves rather than how likley I am to read a fic with them.

Honestly, I'll read anything for good characterisation, so if an author I already loved came out with literally *anything* on the list I'd probably give it a whirl!

If you're reading this: Tag! You're it! I want to hear everyones thoughts on fic tropes!

[lavenoon]

Okay, I'm back because the hearts weren't enough.

You have such immaculate vibes, you are a pure joy to be around! I always get so happy when we get to chat or you join discord calls! :D I am constantly a happy lil pupper spinning in a circle while doing lil happy feet tippa taps in your presence! :D <3 <3 <3

You're such a brilliant person to be friends with!! Everyday I am amazed and honoured by the little things you remember about each person that makes them happy <3 <3 <3 tremendously sweet and amazing!

Continue being your amazing self! As Chaotik said, you truly do just light up any room you enter <3!! :D You light up our days uwu <3 <3 <3

that's it you got me I'm crying I need a minute (/pos) yall chipped away at any emotional defenses I may have had with all the love any now I truly am just a puddle, this ask game was dangerous ;v;

any time I go back up there my face scrunches up Zeldaaa I can't function like this!! I need to be an adult!! I have work to do instead I'm sitting here all emotional because sometimes "actions have consequences" means "if you decide you want to do your best to be what you would consider a good person who is nice to be around, some people will share that view and thus enjoy being around you" and I don't know how to cope /hj /lh

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.