#and clocks tick tick tick

[baronessblixen]

Saw your tags--

I HATE WALL CLOCKS TOO! They drive me nuts-- I can hear them from rooms away. Truly awful creations.

Also, began the next Frasier episode (but had to stop halfway through): Niles overloading and passing out was amazing. (And the more I see the side characters-- Bulldog, Knowles, etc.-- the more I want to shove them off screen.)

YES. You can just hear them and while I can sometimes tolerate them when awake, they have to stop making noise at night. I don't know how people can sleep when a clock is ticking. Maybe they need to teach me their magic. I mean I love clocks and some are super beautiful! They gotta stop ticking.

Yeah, the side characters aren't bad but I just want to see the main characters 😂I hope you can continue watching soon!

[heartless-aro]

Being a nonpartnering aro is funny because you’ll go “I would like to be single forever” and society is like “nooo you can’t be happy like that!” even though you are already single and happy about it. It’s so silly. What do you mean I can’t be happy staying single forever? I have been happily single my whole life. I am literally already doing the thing that people assume will bring lifelong misery upon me, and I’m happy. If I am doomed to lifelong misery, then where is that misery right now?

[carouselunique]

I always feel like somebody's watchin' me... tell me, is it just a dream?

Everyone says Minuette is just stressed from her new status... and yet... there's just something not quite right lately...

[skawdia]

"It's clear we don't understand it, but the last thing on my mind is to leave you"

(Mika - Relax, Take It Easy)

Grand Duke Wyll and Spawn Astarion!

[th3b4dk1dzz]

We interrupt this season of Dimension 20 to bring you Betrayal at the House on the Hill: Fantasy High edition

[kermitbread]

"please stay healthy and well and alive, yashiro..."

"o-okay?"

[sysig]

You're still standing off to the side. Somehow, center stage has shifted from under your feet without you realizing, and you're standing in the wings, performing to no one.

Starring Role (Patreon)

[bluerasbunny]

fine whatever i'll make DCA ocs my time-themed british DCA guys; tick and tock!!

their faces are a screen that changes according to the hour!! the clocks are all functional aand they're literally just british DCA but time themed. kinda guys to go on an hour long rant about how important valuing the time you have in a day is

[mxmarsbars]

WOAH what’s this?? even MORE clock duo art?? I am spoiling you guys today wow (I have many more ideas for them and none of them are happy)

anyways tik tok on the clock but the party don’t stop no oh oh oh ohh

(he’s going through it)

[ashartstuff]

manifesting tweek youtooz plush ships in time for my birthday

[shortkingvi]

when will she answer for this…

[inoreuct]

thinking about zoro noticing sanji being more restless at dinner one night. he’s imperceptibly frazzled, perfect suit a little less put together, tie looser around his neck and carrying a barely-noticeable tremble in his fingertips that isn’t usually there. zoro’s noticed him eyeing the bottle of sherry on the countertop whether he himself realises it or not, and the realisation dawns on zoro that the damn cook needs a break.

he of all people knows how sanji pushes himself too far— maybe not physically, but he will blatantly ignore burnout and mental fatigue until it eats away at him enough that he’s forced to stop, whether by the crew’s efforts or his own oft-disregarded limitations. it’s a form of undeserved self-flagellation that makes zoro want to punch a wall but sanji can’t know he cares, no, because 1. the cook won’t take well to being “mothered” (cue zoro’s eye roll) and 2. they’re supposed to be rivals. hello.

so after dinner he tidies the galley to sanji’s exact specifications (which he just,,, happens to have memorised, alright, stop making a big deal out of it. he knows all his nakama’s routines. shut up.) and finds the cook on the deck, liquor in hand, telling him that luffy had asked him to. he snags the sherry from sanji’s slender fingers so that the cook doesn’t drink too much too fast. he feels sanji struggle with words and leaves the space around them empty so that the cook can fill it as and when he sees fit.

it’s the least that zoro can do, he thinks. holding space for someone he cares about because he’s never been good enough with words to fill it himself, but sanji’s never seemed bothered.

zoro lets slip something that he doesn’t think about, the words natural as breathing, tries not to freak out about it, and takes his spot in the crow’s nest so that his cook can rest.

i wrote this properly in sanji’s pov and it’s here, by the way. if you even care.

[mamawasatesttube]

it shouldve been ives........... man.......

[starry-bi-sky]

Everything is as it should be. 

And then—

—A bang of a door slamming open, the sound booming, echoing through the tower. It rattles the cogs of the working clock, and Clockwork calmly reaches over to prevent the spider plant beside him from falling to the ground. It’d be a waste of such a lovely gift. 

“CLOCKWORK!” A voice cries, rattling hoarse, but bellowing from the stairwell. There is something wrong, a note of desperation that is all but rare to hear from the source. 

Clockwork continues his silent watch of his looking glass, but a fondness reflexively creaks and crawls through his chest, infecting the rest of him and filling up the ligaments of his being with warm sunlight. 

…Only for concern to chase after and nip at its heels shortly after, dousing the warmth, and preventing him from enjoying the joy the voice brings him. His head turns. 

“CLOCKWORK!” The voice — a boy. A boy? —repeats, growing louder in rapid approach. His voice cracks down the middle like a lightning strike, dragging the rest of the sound out rasp. “KRONOS!” 

Now he turns in full, alarmed. He hasn’t heard that name in— well, he’s not heard another person call him that name that weren’t the Observants, in a long, long time. He’s never heard the boy call him it. He steps from his podium, the boy’s name falling from his mouth — distorted and unrecognizable to his ears — and strides towards the stairs. 

From the stairway, rising like the sun, is a golden light and a crackling buzz, thickening the air with a godly-made ozone. Rising, twisting, sunbeams stretching through the air in shimmering tendrils, lashing out as if reaching for someone. Clockwork’s footsteps still. 

That couldn’t be. That foolish child didn’t—

Within seconds, the light has become blinding, and the boy he heard has flung himself to the top. Shimmering gold writhes furiously around him like a sandstorm, acting as sword and shield to all that dare to come too close, and blinding Clockwork to the boy. The source of the storm's energy is balled in his fist, burning and bright and molten sun, filling his clocktower with an overwhelming heat.

Clockwork is unaffected by the heat, but the plants shoved in every crevice around him begin to wilt. Yet still, he is frozen in place by the shock.  

He knows what that is—

The boy lunges at him. Clockwork lurches to catch him.

He raises the sun to Clockwork’s head and before he is blinded entirely, Clockwork sees eyes of green and fissures of gold sunken into the child’s face. The overwhelming power of the Titans burning him inside out—

The vision cuts out.

[moonshynecybin]

@matchvedev something DID happen they got all the riders to line up on the grid in tuxes like deranged entries to a season of the BACHELOR. and marc had this little moment looking at vale turning it on for the cameras which drives me INSANE. and then they turn up to misano and want to kill each other. like i simply have to assume somethin crazy went down with vale in that suit it’s the only plausible option

[dumbnotstupidfuck]

megan jumping in with some jabs for drake on boa 😭