#and yet i do it anyway

[skuntank]

I rly needed a break at work so I humbly offer you some champion gfs and the most pathetic, soggiest Cynthia I've ever drawn

[hellsite-detective]

Evening, detective

I've been hot on the trail of this particular post for some time now, but despite allegedly being in plain site, it's eluded me. It was a recipe, a reblog addition to a rather popular post about a 'Fall drink', proclaiming it to be an unintentional reconstructuon of a much older beverage, and providing a recipe for the aforementioned older beverage. I made it once, I tried it, and I loved it. And like a fool, I forgot to save it. If you could recover the post with the recipe in it, you would have my eternal gratitude

- Shift

a new client walked into my office with a request for a "fall drink." at first, i wondered if they were lookin' for a coffee shop. but when they elaborated, i knew what they wanted was serious business. a particular post that supposedly should be in "plain sight." so, i took to google and searched for "tumblr fall drink" and quickly found what i believe to be the original post itself.

now, i'm no expert on recipes, and i'm barely an expert on tumblr, so i humbly apologize if this isn't what you were lookin' for. but, i've got your post right here. have a great day! and enjoy your fall drink!

Post Case: Closed

[w1ng3dw01f]

oh no

Thinking about Lost characters in the context of Army Dreamers by Kate Bush is not a fun feeling

And you know what, neither is doing the same thing with Song to a Seagull by Joni Mitchell

[lepetitfruit]

Sending asks to a big blog is so terrifying. The is always a nonzero chance I will be Fed To The Wolves

[starbuck]

*swatting genuislyrics annotators with a broom* STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT LITERAL, STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT LITERAL

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[s0ngsandstars]

Me, drinking a coffee: I'm going to feel awful after this

Me, after drinking a coffee: ough tummy hurts I need to lie down

[nicecrumbart]

Keep thinking about that one scene in secret life

[binary-bird]

to no one's surprise i ended up liking the character struggling with her own fictionality

[blueskittlesart]

same old story...

[egophiliac]

since Eng is getting 7.5 soon(?), I felt motivated to go back to my Meleanor rig and make her a couple of lesson animations! ...except for alchemy, because the cauldron bubbles proved too hard to photoshop around, whoops.

maybe she just got lost on her way to the classroom...?

(credit: backgrounds are from the game, I just put her on top of 'em)

(aside from the backgrounds, this is not an edit, I drew her from scratch! please do not tag or treat as an edit!)

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[stimkydukc]

god, this place is not healthy for me

I've fallen back into my old hole of isolation and helplessness, and the lack of physical human connection is killing me

so I end up turning here, except here I'm a transient, a username on the internet that no one actually knows or cares about, and so is everyone else

everything about this site is so goddamn fleeting; it's honestly worse than reddit in that regard

and yet i try to substitute it for actual human contact and put too much weight on it even though i know parasocial relationships are bad for you. it doesn't work, because of course it wouldn't, and i just end up getting burned for nothing.

i can only blame myself for this. i know better.

maybe tomorrow I'll finally make the damn call for a psych eval.

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.