#badumtiss

[gemaydin]

Nobody wishes to be Somebody.

[gayvampyr]

i tried to make a chemistry joke, but i didn’t get a reaction

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Silly fae. People sell their souls for medical coverage all the time.

"They're called Americans."

[branawesomer]

Day 2 of 5 days of Xmas cheer at work! It was a sith faced day #badumtiss . #xmas #cheer #starwars #darthvader #sith #redandgreen #festive #face #personal #london #ontario #ldndot #ldnont #queer #lgbtq https://www.instagram.com/p/CmZRc64sy55/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[avernusfuries]

Okay so I was chatting with @spiderwarden about what sorta food the infernal rapture would serves it patrons.

You can't tell me that some of the mystery meat stews aren't just claimed beasts/people from the blood war.

That being said, that is probably where Karlach tasted dwarf (unsexy) for the first time.

[stardewstardropthoughts]

I wanna get into making beaded bracelets so badly rn, make some cute little Stardew theamed ones

[majorpepperidge]

consider subira; its cuz we're in wuv :3c

[neotrances]

i love when this site turns on a random guy and my dash is just post after post dunking on that user it’s so awesome

[zaidshair]

"Chefs don't faint," Zaid huffed at the perceived insult, whatever he thought Akhila was insinuating about his profession. He drew himself up, proud and haughty - one could say, as proud as a surgeon, for considerably less justification. Surgeons saved lives; Zaid could argue that a chef's food could save people's souls.

Still, his bravado wilted slightly as he realized - with considerable dread - what Akhila wanted from him. She wouldn't explain her strange blurriness, apart from it being her curse. Zaid gently pressed a hand to his chest. He wasn't feeling nauseated, his excess of...inner destructive snot recently expended on hornets. He could hear Akhila telling him what needed to be done - cut into Johnny's thigh, release pressure. Simple procedure but dire consequences.

Zaid exhaled and reached out boldly, to grip Akhila's shoulders. Still her buzzy body for just a moment, force both of them to look each other in the eyes as he stated, "I'll do this. I'll do everything you tell me. And Johnny dies, it's on you. Not me."

He let go, then got into action. Or rather, just followed Akhila's lead to get ready. He politely turned away from Akhila when they changed into clean scrubs, although he had to admit there was something incredibly thrilling about all of this. Heated and thrilling, like something out of a primetime soapy drama.

The vigourous washing almost a comfort to Zaid, used to proper hygiene in his kitchen. Gloves were normal after Covid; the gown...like an apron, why not. Sure.

Johnny on the operating table, the big lights turned on. Buzzing of scrabbling hornets, and people shouting from outside; but Zaid could easily ignore it. Hubbub in the restaurant was normal, focus came from within.

"Right. Johnny's a leg of lamb," he proclaimed, using a pair of scissors to cut the trousers off Johnny's leg, elbow the cloth aside to expose the injury. It was ghastly, and Zaid visibly winced, but masked his expression quickly.

"I haven't done a proper full animal butchery in months. Where am I supposed to cut, love?"

“He has the miraculous ability to heal, allegedly.” Akhila snapped, but moved on just as seamlessly. They couldn’t rely on the miracle-man to come and do the dirty business of saving Johnny from an internal bleed. “Well you’re a chef are you not? Seems prudent enough to check you aren’t going to faint.” Akhila huffed, she successfully managed to intubate him which was short of a miracle given she hadn’t done such a procedure since school. That and her hands were wracked with treacherous tremors. It had felt like a blessing at first, but now Akhila was firmly sitting on the curse side.

Akhila stopped as Zaid’s outburst reached a climax. She stared at him, considering him, and then flicked through the procedures to ensure the ventilator was running before she addressed him. “Zaid––” Akhila pursed her lips, but he was taking steps away from her now. Still here she might add. Perhaps at least that might mean he’d help her get Johnny up onto the table.

“We need to cut into Johnny’s thigh to release the pressure.” Akhila spoke in what she perceived to be simple enough terms, so that he might understand her. “You aren’t the only one to have been gifted…” cursed “…with an ability. Unfortunately it means I’m a liability, I can’t safely operate on Johnny.”

“I’ll tell you precisely what to do. It’s a simple procedure, but we need to do it now otherwise Johnny here might suffer fatal consequences.” There was no sugar coating it. There was no silence back here. Not with the ventilator. Not with the hornets outside scrambling and digging over the top of one another. If only the operating suite was soundproofed. This was not ideal conditions. Akhila was quite upset she hadn’t downloaded her attention-boosting playlist beforehand.

Beside the point, it wasn’t going to be her operating. “We have to do it properly. Otherwise he’ll just die later of an infection. C’mon.” Akhila huffed, stalking back out and into the door next-door. No time to waste like the present, she stripped out of her mud soaked scrubs and into fresh ones. Hair wrapped and hidden under a cap. She used an old trick from school days to pry open her glove packet and gown pack without touching, she did the same for Zaid. Face mask. Hands and arms scrubbed. 

“Wash properly,” she hissed at him. This was the part that mystified her. So used to having someone else ease her into gloves. Assist with her gown. 

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Americans' wealthy elite's."

[familiaanteomnia]

Normally kept it fairly under control; had to given how judgemental people could get. Yet the thing with the need to sneeze, was the itchy sensation and outcome got worst as it built up. Given he was on shift pouring drinks no sneaky outlet optional. So it finally erupted at the nonsense coming from one of the drunk customers further down the bar.

Causing their powers to latch onto some nearby ink, cue the audible noise of an pen exploding and it's ink splattering all the cause. Plus an unfortunate somebody walking up to the counter. Not even able to offer cleaning up materials as the man stormed out. Instead offering an clean rag, glass of water to the crossfire target. "Here, anything else I can help you with?"

[the-music-comment-archive]

Hall & Oates - Out of touch

[asexual-levia-tan]

most aspec flags that i know of are purple/green and white-black-grey

so how. did the acearo flag get orange and blue. asking for myself, im repulsed--

[noblehcart]

ok but how do u pay the set designers so much and the make up artists so little-

[lemonlinelights]

Hehehehe ❤️

Funny little thing for y’all

[arealtrashact]

I absolutely love when you draw the boys as dogs. Can we get some dog breed headcanons for characters you haven’t drawn yet

Stan Edgar - Devon Rex (yes, he's a cat.)

Victoria Neuman - Afghan hound

Ryan - technically a supermutt (badumtiss). In my head he resembles a duck tolling retriever