#after laughter was such a fun time….

[wewontbesleeping]

omg fb just showed me this pic from 7(!!!) years ago today and I STILL regret not keeping this paramore shirt when I broke up w my ex lmfao.

[whispence]

i actually love that scene in yokai watch 1 where whisper is just straight up chugging two ramune bottles at once. it was actually what made me try ramune irl for the first time.

anyway here’s my shitty interpretation of it lmao 😭

[cookinary]

Okay, I get it now

Thanks @mileikcin for making me curious about this game like god damn I've been missing out

[fashion-foxy]

I want the managers of Mattel and MGA doll drops and the descendants writers to lower my coffin into the ground so they can all let me down one more time

[steffyanie]

feels down:

｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡

listens to malevolent part 44 again and hears the boyos laughing together:

｡°(°꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ°)°｡

[wasabiprophet]

Tell me about The Incident

You're the first person to ever ask me about The Incident, Congratulations!!!

The Incident in question refers to the time I was working at a pet store and didn't have what a customer needed, so he threatened to smash the windows in with a brick and burn the entire place down 😃

[3scythes]

what I love about the 80s as a decade is that some of the music they were bumping in the club had the most depressing, miserable lyrics you’ve ever heard. “How Soon Is Now” literally had Morrissey being like ��I went to the club and I was miserable and then went home alone and wanted to die” and the song was somehow a club favorite.

[journey-to-the-attic]

Garlic-smelling Lucifer surprise attack hugs.

there is no escape. the moment you think you are safe, he GETS you. think you're allowed to stay fresh while he has to put up with being stinky? you thought WRONG

ik makes a big deal out of it but she doesn't actually mind it that much, and lucifer knows this but acts like he doesn't, and it ends up like a gag in a pantomime... ik will turn around and see lucifer at the end of the corridor and start SPRINTING away, but of course he catches up immediately like "ohoho you thought you could get away from me?" *YOINK*

[oc-cinematic-universe]

i LOOOVE thinking about fantasy disabilities!!!! i love figuring out what people would have to do to accommodate them! it's literally awesome!

[softersinned-arc]

@koschyei said: ❛ You know, this is an interesting and efficient method of murder. I need to write this down. ❜

The smile on her lips doesn't meet her eyes, and she tries to ignore the churning in her gut; she knows better by now than to trust anyone, let alone another politician, but she wants to, and badly. She can feel it in him, some sort of power that is at once old and incomprehensible to her, and there is a part of her that wants to sit at his feet and learn, and another part of her, a greater, a louder part of her, that wishes there were some way to sink her fingers into his chest and rip it out of him to keep for herself.

She has been powerless before and has learned to survive, even to thrive, in spite of it, but it did nothing to dull her hunger. She imagines power sometimes like an organ and she imagines what it would feel like to tear the power from another person and swallow it hole, blood staining her teeth, magic burning her tongue. She is a creature of want above all else. She always has been.

"I'm afraid I'm little help to you when it comes to the Anchor's power." Not technically a lie, but certainly not the truth. Astoria's left hand pulses a gentle, glowing green, and she thinks, not for the first time, that her blood sounds different now that it's been infected by the Fade.

But it was not the Anchor's power, this time; it was her own, and a power she understands plenty well. One need not tamper with the blood as a whole when one can tamper with the things that make it, and there is plenty of water in blood. To manipulate. To move. To boil. Not technically blood magic, but she knows enough by now of the chantry to trust that not technically blood magic is hardly a solid defense. She takes in a deep breath and immediately regrets it as the euphoria of battle fades and she feels the sudden and sharp pain in her chest that means her ribs have broken again.

The dead men at her feet steams like cooked meat, their skin reddened and bursting from the heat that had poured out of her and into them. Around them, the snow has melted enough to reveal the hard, barren ground beneath it. Had she known Koschei was near, she would have been more cautious, but the Venatori had caught her by surprise. Astoria tucks her hands into her sleeves and shrugs apologetically.

"If I knew better how it worked, I would use it better. Unfortunately, much of Solas' research into rifts is beyond me. I never received a formal training in magic and I'm afraid the theory seems rather muddy compared to what I learned at the augur's knee." She raises her eyebrows, retracts her left hand and holds it out to him, palm up, as if in invitation. (In challenge.) "Though if there's knowledge in Buyan that has yet to cross the Wilds, that could guide me, surely you would know it...?"

[akkivee]

i was feeling a little nostalgic for fnaf so i rewatched some livestreams of the vr game and listening to and watching their experiences of feeling small in an environment where everything is made to attack you sounds like jyushi would have an absolutely miserable time playing horror vr games lmao

[dutybcrne]

Sometimes Jean fantasizes about running away. Her companion varies each time—Kaeya, Amber, Eula, Lisa, Barbara, or Klee—but the common theme is her stealing away to flee from their duties and go off on an adventure together. She loves helping the people, she really does. She adores her ability to help others and takes great pride in what she’s done and willing to do for Mondstadt. She truly does, and it would never change. But oftentimes, she really just aches to be free from the confines of her office and responsibilities alike, and just be a regular girl, even for a little while.

To be the adventurer and writer she’d always wanted to be, rather than the knight her mother had her become.

Alas, this hopeless longing must remain confined to the precious few minutes she has allotted in her jam-packed schedule to daydream.

[nanoa1foryou]

My boss, driving me and a few co-workers: And so, there's this bit of the song. It goes: "What do you say to the goddess of death?" Me, in the back seat, knowing my boss is a DnD nerd: I roll seduction! Boss: *Laughs so hard he almost drives off the road*

[geth-consensus]

New item I’ve been devising to mess with my players. I call it, The Box of Multi-Planar Mockery.

It’s a puzzle box that exists in multiple dimensions at once and is thus ridiculously difficult to solve and open. The kicker is that every time you fail to open it, the box casts viscous mockery and insults you for failing.

If you do somehow manage to succeed in opening it, it yells “congratulations” in a really condescending voice (with an appropriate slow clap sound effect following it). This also counts as a casting of viscous mockery. The only thing inside the box is a scroll of viscous mockery.

[thefriendlyneighborhoodace]

sometimes i think about how funny it would be if bruce had a slight english accent as a result of alfred being the only adult in his life for most of his formative years. that or he just says british slang instead of english.

this either drives his children insane, or they think it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

__________________________

Bruce: Can you pass the chips?

Dick: Sure, B. *passes over the potato chips*

Bruce: No, the chips.

Dick: ???? … yeah? here?

Bruce: NO! THE CHIPS! *gesturing wildly for the french fries*

Damian: Father, are you having a stroke?

———

Batman: Alright, this mission is very important. It is imperative that everything goes to schedule. (shh-edule)

*red robin and red hood snicker*

Batman: *glare* As I was saying, it all must go to shh-edule…

RR & RH : *uproariously laughter *

Batman: *harsher glare* Is something funny?

RR: Oh nothing, B, don’t worry.

RH: Absolutely nothing wrong, “left-tenant”

RR & RH: *dying of laughter *

———

Bruce: *reaching the end of a long rant about responsibility and making sure you are keeping yourself and others safe* And what do you have to say for yourself??

Duke: … You sound like Alfred…

Bruce: *horrified look over coming him* … what

Cass: *furious nodding*

*Some time later, after B has been fished out of Gotham Harbor, which he jumped into after declaring that he “couldn’t turn into his father”*

Alfred: *reaching the end of a long rant about responsibility and making sure you are keeping yourself and others safe* And what do you have to say for yourself??

Bruce: *white as a sheet* … Sorry Alfie…

*Steph is heard furiously cackling in the background*

_______________________

anyways i just thought this was fun

[ranger-kellyn]

it's like i keep telling myself i'm going to go to the single's event tomorrow at the lesbian bar but also................://////////