#and there was like at least 6

[tears-of-boredom]

My fellow followers,

in these, troublesome times, honesty and truth are more valuable than any jewels. that is why im standing here today, in front of you all, during this lovely evening.

i believe that a blog's values are upheld by its followers, first and foremost, though it is the leaders that create those values firsthand.

i, as the biggest figure head of this blog, am the first person people expect to uphold these values. This. is why I am here today.

Most of you have probably heard the, allegations, that have been thrown around recently. these were not taken lightly by my peers, though i expect nothing less of such an excellent leadership. in my, humble, opinion, every accusation and allegation should be treated with the appropriate gravitas it deserves.

for those of you who happen to not be aware of the situation, i will be sure to explain the events as we go through them.

My fellow followers, I would like to start by simply saying this: I am not stupid, never have been.. But alas, i am a mere human, and, like all humans im sure, i experience the occasional boust of overconfidence in my abilities. this is natural for us humans.

so, as i went to work today, it was not stupidity, that lead me to the events that happened, but it was my self-assuredness.

as i searched for the eggs, i was being most delicate with them, aware of the many practical jokes that are made about them.

i had picked up a plastic bowl as a container for the eggs. small enough to manage with my left hand alone, but big enough, for the eggs. this choice was the optimal way to do things, at least until I'd rinsed the eggs.

for the trip back, i had gathered my bucket to my right hand, and the egg bowl to my left. when i reached the front door, i started to doubt my choice of egg container.

see, i leave my boots outside, thus, it was the time to remove them. i manage to do this without my hands, sure, but like many times before, the sock on my left foot went with the boot. i now needed two free hands to put the sock back. all was still well, as i simply put both the bucket and the egg basket on the porch next to me.

when i had reunited my dear sock with my foot, i was faced with a problem.

two steps from me was the front door, closed. id need to open it. however, i had already started picking up my bucket, and at this point i already felt tired of picking things up, only to place them down 10 seconds later. so how could i avoid having to bend down to pick up my bucket and egg bowl, after id opened the door.

my hands worked before my brain got the chance, and the heavy egg bowl was place on top of the empty bucket's lid. i knew what was going to happen once i fully picked up the bucket. the egg bowl would weigh on one side of the bucket more, it would start to slip as the bucket turned, and finally the bowl of eggs would fall to the ground.

i, however, was confident in my abilities. i could balance the bucket as i opened the door, and would quickly retreat my hand to steady the bucket, before it has the chance to rotate around the handle.

i made sure the egg bowl was in the middle of the bucket lid, to keep the balance, and lifted the bucket with its handle.

the bowl weighed a side of the bucket, the bucket turned around the handle, the bowl slid, and the bowl hit the ground.

and thusly, as you can see, my fellow followers. even the smartest human is still just a human. and humans make misjudgements. thank you.

[lgbtlunaverse]

Obsessed with characters who portray themselves as worse than they are. Who are lying to everyone including themselves about it. People generally assume if someone's lying about themselves they're trying to look better but sometimes they're trying to look worse. They attribute agency to where they had none, add intent to accidents, try to convince everyone that this is something they did instead of something that happened to them.

[grantwilson]

we are discussing our childhood passions on the dash tonight

[cyberstevie]

SPOT THE WHITE ELF!!!!!!! [ORIGINAL]

[i-hear-a-sound]

girl . girl

[hinamie]

bunch of portraits

[rice-enjoyer]

[sculkshrieking]

redrew my favorite Saw IV scene

[taddymason]

the fandom: Jay is the smallest ninja and has no muscle strength.

Meanwhile Jay:

Are you telling me that if Jay were a weak twink with noodle arms he would be able to lift Nya like she was nothing over his head and throw her into oblivion? or the time he hung from a rope with a vengestone ball on his ankle and A SNAKE clinging to his leg in EP60? I don't think so

Btw Skybound being a cursed season as always, amazing

[teh-inggris]

pvp civ nation...... this aint much but pls take my contribution for this series bc im going insane i love hate this man so much get him out of my head

[annamationsart]

everyone loves talking about little jon in correlation to mr. spider but no one ever talks about how insufferable this kid was. i wouldn’t wish sitting next to him in class upon my worst enemy

[egg-oo]

crowley mentions ducks a lot

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 225

Klarion is EXCITED. He's absolutely DELIGHTED even, unable to sit still as he flits from place to place. His baby cousin! Is! Visiting! Which OBVIOUSLY means he, as the older one, must make sure the main places are still standing so he can show his itty bitty baby cousin EVERYTHING! After all, he's never gotten to be the older one! He's always been the youngest in the family! But now he has an itty bitty toddler cousin- form recently shifted to match- to teach the ways of Chaos to! He's so EXCITED!

The League and heroes on the other hand, are Very concerned about Why the Witch Boy has been spotted in practically every major city in the US in the last few days. What is he planning?!

[chyarui]

A few of you guys were curious, so as promised, here’s a few of my takes on Kiffar marriage customs! Specifically the role of the qukuuf, hope you guys enjoy! (Once again, this was all inspired by fic Resilience on ao3, though the account is unfortunately orphaned)

Hope my handwriting doesn’t suck too much, and super open to hearing any ideas or questions you might have if I didn’t explain anything fully!

Also here’s a b/w version cause I’m a sucker for greyscale (and to make the qukuuf markings stand out more)

[ultravioletbrit]

“vintage” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 253 words

 

Regulus is standing with James in their garage looking at what is probably the saddest excuse for a car Regulus has ever seen.

“It’s old.” Regulus says.

“It’s vintage.” James counters.

“It’s ugly.” Regulus is walking around the car.

“It’s… okay, yes, it is ugly. But it won’t be when I’m done with it.” Regulus walks towards James with a skeptical look.

“I promise, it’ll be beautiful. You’ll see.” James tells him. “Please, can I keep it?” James pouts.

Regulus smiles fondly at James and wraps his arms around his waist.

“Jamie, you don’t need my permission to keep it. But I don’t understand why you don’t just want to buy a new car. You know, one that actually runs?” Regulus asks him.

“Restoring it, rebuilding it, is the whole point. It’s not just about the car, it’s about the process.” James has a glimmer in his eyes that makes him look absolutely beautiful.

“The process?” Regulus says, amused and endeared by how excited James is.

“Yes! It’ll be fun. Doesn’t it sound fun?” James runs his hand over the hood of the car and his finger tips turn black from the dust and dirt.

“It sounds dirty.” Regulus tells him.

“You don’t want to help?” James teasingly wiggles his fingers towards Regulus.

“I’ll watch.” Regulus grabs James’ wrist to avoid the dirt but uses his hold on him to pull James in for a kiss.

And Regulus quickly realizes that watching a sweaty, greasy, dirty James is, indeed, a lot of fun.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 4: Deranged Bedfellows

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.5)