#She SLAMS the door open

[cookieg122]

OOh!!! I love stuff like this! Ok-oK!! AaaaA, there are so many lil things about Aya that it is tough to pick just one fact~! I'm just gonna gush about a few things from her main story~!

In Home Is Where You Are, something that always makes me laugh is how Aya periodically sneaks out at night to gamble with their money because?? They NEED the cash, and Aya happens to be really good at gambling. *Wink Wink* So she ends up winning SO much money that the townsfolk get angry and kick them out of the village they are staying at. (YES, this HAS happened multiple times before). (YES, she is 9 years old).

In that same story, Aya also has the ability to use maAgiccc~! One of her more recent spells is her "storage!" Aya can store a few items in her pocket dimension for hands-free carrying. However, there are limitations. There is a time limit tied to how heavy the items stored are. For instance, it would be easy for Aya to store a water bottle and a hairbrush all day with no issues. However, add something heavy into the mix, like, I don't know, a small PANDA BEAR (something she definitely didn't pick up once before), and suddenly, she can only keep up the spell for an hour before it starts taking a physical toll on her.

Gosh, okay, another thing- Aya (being a princess) never learned how to properly open and close doors, as that was something taken care of for her by her attendants. So whenever she opens and closes a door, she ends up slamming it. Not out of anger or anything. She just doesn't understand that the door shouldn't be slammed. You always know when she's entered or left the house. R I P Khalan is the one who has to deal with that. Eventually, she does grow out of this one, but it does make me laugh that it even happened. (One daaaay, she's gonna be really embarrassed she did this~)

(Khalan belongs to @pekoeboo)

This is your politically avoidant sign to reblog and put a fun fact about your OCs in the tags or reblogs! Share something you want an excuse to talk about, something silly, a song they'd like, or something to devastate a really specific person who's overinvested in them! Go crazy!!

[vcaart]

i think i got a rip-off stp

(messy sketched for my stp ocs the Impetus and the Tomb)

[thingaddams4]

Wednesday bluntly saying "you should know I'm waiting for someone" and "I'm actually here for Tyler" to Xavier and continuing to frown unfazed as Xavier's face contorts in disapproval whenever Tyler shows up beside her, BUT pausing before saying "Xavier" when Tyler asked her who she asked to the Rave'N.

[bookwyrminspiration]

as of about 10 minutes ago, my cat has learned how to open cabinet doors. but she's not very good at it and has immediately decided to make that everyone's problem

[deconstructthesoup]

The series of events that lead up to the Nightmare route, to me, feel a million times more scary than the Nightmare herself

[planetsallalign]

I woke up at 4am with a migraine that felt like an ice pick was being jammed from one temple through the other. I stumbled my way downstairs and downed a couple ibuprofen and some water then went and laid back down. Unfortunately this migraine decided it was going to be one of those that the pain gets so intense you throw up. And I threw up the only pain relief medicine that was in the house. After throwing up the pain wasn’t as blinding, but Maeve decided if I was up she should be eating. So after 2.5 hours of her in my face purring/licking/digging at the blankets and me pushing her off the bed I gave up. Got up and fed them and then remembered Walmart opens at 6am. Threw clothes on, luckily the sun isn’t out today because the migraine was still killing me. Grabbed some excederin migraine and a bunch of other random things. Now I’m back home straight into bed. I should have made coffee but I don’t have it in me at the moment. I did buy myself a treat for later. Can’t wait to have this once everything is nice and cold in the fridge.

[hashtag-bitch]

Kicks your door open. "Pay attention to me."

[somberspocketsnacks]

It's 9pm and Dave comes back with chicken. And he's not above brotherly antics :) . Thus, he slams open his sisters door with the flat of his palm and stands menacingly in silence. Karkat peeks inside waiting to get some food and wondering why his boyfriend is being a idiot, he just wants to eat some succulent fried sqawkbeast.

Art tips appreciated, I'm still learning and would like guidance 👍 (how to better use Ibispaint especially)

Or y'know send me tutorial vids thx

[chickie-birdies]

Recently bought the chickens a rat-proof feeder because the world's biggest pack of rats has moved in and I've had enough. Training the chickens to use it is going well, if slowly. (It would be a lot faster if I still lived with my chickens, or at least lived closer than 30 minutes away... 😅 I can't be there all the time to work with them.)

Midnight, however, refuses to engage with the thing and instead stands next to it looking cranky while she watches the young'uns eat.

[qvietspvce]

your posts on the cat sleeping poll cracked me up 😂 do you also have to leave your doors slightly open or else you are harassed with pitiful meows for closing the door?

oh i used to! i used to leave my doors slightly open but dolly-ollie will just open a door at her pleasure. going to the bathroom is a group activity now!

[tranquilitybasehotelcasino]

amanda walking into the bathroom holding a camera after john told her to go take all the ominous photos that they’re going to put up in rigg’s house: i’ll buy you cigarettes if you help me with this thing

adam’s ghost in the far corner, hand outstretched: gimme it

[robotpussy]

this white woman is threatening to call the police on me after she fucking sprayed bathroom cleaner in my fucking face and lashed out and told her to fuck off

[burtlancster]

Four years ago, [Burt Lancaster] was approached by one of the nation's leading magazines. They wanted to do a story on him; would he agree to this?

“Certainly,” said Burt. “Why don't you have your writer come out to my office? I'll be free for the next three days, and this would be a good opportunity to get acquainted and start the foundation for the article.”

The writer, a young lady, broke two other appointments and drove out to Warner Brothers, where his office was then located. The studio publicist ushered her into a stark room furnished only with a dark walnut desk, two brown leather chairs and a green sofa.

The room went unnoticed at first. All she could see was Burt's tall figure standing before one window, dwarfing the room with his size. The sun streaming in behind him turned his brown hair to gold and cast a frame of light around his lean, athletic body. He looked, to her, like a blond Viking in silhouette.

This, she thought happily, might possibly be the most pleasant assignment she'd had yet!

When his face broke into a charming smile during their introduction, she was sure of it.

An awkward silence followed. Burt sat down behind his desk and continued to smile, but said nothing. Finally, realizing she wasn't going to be offered a chair, she sat down on the sofa. The publicist followed suit.

More silence. Burt rocked back and forth in his swivel chair, his eyes never leaving her face, his expression very friendly. She glanced at him, at the publicist, at the furniture, back at Burt. Well, she decided, it was up to her to get the ball rolling.

“Mr. Lancaster,” she began, and faltered. Oh, he was a good-looking, rugged man! “Mr. Lancaster, you know why I'm here. You know we want to do a major profile on you—on what you like, what your ambitions are, your background, your attitudes. . .”

Burt rocked a little faster, pressed his fingers together, grinned more broadly and said softly, “Yes, I know. Well, I don't want to do it.”

The publicist jumped as if he'd been shot, and the writer gasped, then laughed. Evidently this man liked to joke.

“I'm serious,” he said. “I don't believe in such things. They're a waste of time.”

She stared at him. He was still grinning, but there was something in that grin which she hadn't noticed before. She knew then that he was not only serious, but he was enjoying her discomfort.

— Big Man…Big Star…Big Head by Lisa Reynolds for Photoplay Magazine, 1957.

[falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand]

my entire family goes to bed at 9:30 because i live with fucking old people (im joking. somewhat.) and from then on i have to move around the house quietly. this wouldn't be a problem except that my door is incredibly and uniquely fucked up and nigh impossible to open even remotely quietly

[violet-dragonfly]

Oml I need to get away from my mom today she’s completely insufferable

[boyapologist]

my biggest problem is that whenever someone is unexpectedly rude to me I wonder what I DID WRONG instead of blaming them for being assholes