#be a co-owner

[cuttlefishink]

Serirei Week Day 6: Rings / Anniversary 🧂🌂

To “exist without distorting each other… I hope I can become a partner like that…”

[crops I made for Instagram below the cut]

[habken]

DIRK STRIDER GLASSES????

tell me his mask doesn't look like them just a little

[ariays]

Forever screaming and crying over this scene 😭✌🏻

Gif credit: https://tiempo.tistory.com

[rainbow-wolf120]

saw a cloud that looks like rayman today.

That's bonkers. Anyway let me make an oc based off of this rq 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♂️

This is Straytus!! I don't have an in depth personality or gender/sexuality, so I'm open for ideas!

All I got it's that they're a soft pathetic fella who's besties with a super hyper, party obsessed fella (Rayve)

I don't have any lore, but I do have some ideas. If y'all do wanna see more of the introverted cloud guy and they're extroverted buddy tell me

Heck, even give me requests idk dude I like their designs

(Thanks for the ask btw >:] )

[blackthorn-faerie]

Remember when “You’re My Best Friend” was playing on the record when Aziraphale’s bookshop was burning down? A headcannon of mine is that Aziraphale plays Queen in the bookshop because he associates it with Crowley’s driving: it’s terrifying. He’s trying to scare off customers.

[stedebonnit]

Ed and Stede aggressively complimenting each other in front of guests to the point where it makes their guests uncomfortable because they're basically just yelling at each other about who is better at innkeeping, like if you agree

[nefja]

I'm honestly so proud of this dog and happy how well she turned out overall.

I took her to an indoor dog expo today and there were a lot of dogs, people, sounds, smells, etc. and she's just tagging along heeling nicely. Tucking herself between my feet to get out of the way and be more secure. Not stressed at all.

The only spooky thing was a big door that was pretty loud when it opened and closed which was next to a booth we were at for a while.

She got snacks, pets and very importantly - attention from strangers.

[https-kreideprinz]

Riri's Two Hundred Special

₊˚.🎧 ✩｡"𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬" ! 𓍢ִ໋☕️✧˚ ༘ ⋆

"Albedo hon, where is the creamer?"

"It should be to your left."

"Here?"

"No, that's your right."

"Oh. Here?"

"No- just. Hold on..."

Welcome to my cafe! It's so lovely to see you again my dear! We’ve officially made it to two hundred patrons! To celebrate - a certain someone has dropped a note off for you along with your order! Make sure you write a response - here here, dessert. It’s on the house.

Two hundred followers is mad. I am so grateful for all of you! This event is simple, write a letter to your favourite Percy Jackson, Genshin Impact, or Friday Night Funkin’ character and get one back!

-͙˚ ༘ ➶ # - You can only write to one character at a time -͙˚ ༘ ➶ # - But you can send an unlimited amount of letters back and forth! -͙˚ ༘ ➶ # - Event ends on the fifteenth of July, 2024.

Example letters below:

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Taglist: @thementallyillapollochild, @apollos-coolest-child, @too-queer-for-school, @chaotic-child-of-apollo, @vintage-wanderers

@solicitedfreakiness, @bows-and-olivia-rodrigo, @thewhispersofthewaves, @zahrawr-likes-red, @crystalrayn

@thatonedemigodfromseoul, @parker-vaporwave, @riordanness, @saph-nic

Dividers by: @cafekitsune (I HIT 200 REMI!!!)

[bluecoolr]

Not too proud of how the background turned out but! The coloring turned out so well ♡ especially Shadowheart's night orchid tattoo.

Some close ups:

Shadowheart is a rock star that's been in the business for too long. My Tav is the ghostwriter her record label hired to make her newest album.

[ratatatastic]

do you understand how funny it is to ask the co-owner of tappara, man who grew up in their youth program because his dad played there and then went on to play for them himself, so like hey did you personally ask the staff to put you in home locker room or did they know to do it?

and its so funny you see lundy smirk about it as the camera pans and his breathy puffs of laughter litter throughout the whole of sasha trying to take this seriously and answer it

so genuinely funny we have to point it on a seperate article on the nhldotcom website

2024 nhl global series finland postpractise interview | 10.31.24 (x)

[gallawitchxx]

day twenty-four • @gallavichthings kinktober 2024

↳ 31 days of kinks & cards in 3 sentences

SENSORY DEPRIVATION x THREE OF SWORDS

[here, have a little gallavich security / mixing business with pleasure action] Ian pulls the brim of Mickey’s camouflage cap down over his eyes, pushing his bare ass further back onto the prep table in the growhouse stockroom. Thanks to a very thorough tour, Ian knows exactly where the blind spots in the surveillance system are, and Mickey knows he plans to take full advantage of them, and him. In the darkness, on instinct, he shivers when the lube cap clicks open, bites his bottom lip as Ian works him open, groans through their slow, steady joining, and nips at Ian’s palm where it covers his mouth to keep him quiet—the most delectable torture.

[ariays]

Someone need to do a Locklyle hand hold/hand grab count. I lost count fr. For an 'employer' and an 'associate', they really be holding each other's hands far too often lol. It comes as natural to them as breathing air, I suppose lol

Gif credit: https://tiempo.tistory.com

[princess-of-purple-prose]

Fish, 7 (For your prompts! ❤️)

Hi, anon!! Thank you for the prompt, you were the very first one to send one in! 7 was, again, the wildcard, so I randomly generated a different number to land on Yue Qingyuan (from Scum Villain)! I have no choice but to dedicate this to @bytedykes, because I told her about this prompt and she said “yqy pet fish mental health speedrun” and we went, uh, a little insane about it. Enjoy some yuefang, folks!!!!

“Mu-xiong,” Yue Qingyuan says. “I’m sorry to bother you. Are you available?”

“Yue-xiong is never a bother,” Mu Qingfang says warmly. “And I am, actually, yes. Is everything okay, Yue-xiong?”

“I think I need help.” A bit dramatic, perhaps, and Yue Qingyuan hates to trouble Mu Qingfang on a rare day off, but Yue Qingyuan and impulse have never been the best combination, and he would appreciate a second opinion.

Mu Qingfang’s voice turns hard. “Where are you? I'll come right away.”

“What—?” Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone like the blank call screen will tell him why Mu Qingfang suddenly sounds so serious. “I'm at home, but—”

“I'll be right there,” Mu Qingfang says, and hangs up.

Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone for another second, then lifts his gaze to his sparkling new aquarium. His new betta, white and black and resplendent of fin, stares back. Was his crisis of faith about his viability as a fish owner really so deserving of such urgency…?

—

“So,” Mu Qingfang says. “This was your emergency?” He looks about as unimpressed by the betta as it does by the two of them.

Yue Qingyuan feels obscurely like he’s being scolded. Mu Qingfang is one of the nicest men he knows, but that just means that his censure takes the form of a blunt instrument of mass disappointment.

“In my defense,” he points out meekly, “I didn’t say there was an emergency. Mu-xiong just assumed.”

“That’ll teach me,” Mu Qingfang huffs, but at least he looks amused. “Yue-xiong should get used to asking for help more so this gege doesn’t have to panic every time he does ask.”

Yue Qingyuan’s mouth almost drops open. He can only hope his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “Er—well, I asked this time, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Mu Qingfang allows, looking something horribly close to fond. Yue Qingyuan swallows and tries to hurry on.

“So—not an emergency, but I do want your opinion,” he coughs out. “I’m having… doubts. About the fish.” Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows contract. Yue Qingyuan rushes it out. “Do you think I should keep it?”

“Yue-xiong…” Mu Qingfang looks politely incredulous. “Why does my opinion matter? The fish is already yours, isn’t it? If you don’t think maintaining its upkeep will be feasible, that’s one thing, but… Surely Yue-xiong did the research before getting it?”

He doesn’t sound judgemental, but Yue Qingyuan feels his cheeks warm. “I did, but I wasn’t planning on getting a fish; I was only admiring the tanks. There was a salesperson who was… very insistent.”

Mu Qingfang regards him doubtfully, which is fair. Yue Qingyuan towers over most people he meets, and his bulk only further adds to the impression of immovability. It’s only when he opens his mouth that it becomes clear how spineless he actually is.

Yue Qingyuan falters. “I had thought… I thought it might be nice.” The bettas had seemed so majestic in their tanks, iridescent monarchs of false grass and plastic coves, and Yue Qingyuan had thought, wildly, that one might be rewarding to keep, might breathe a touch of life into his immaculately sleek living room. The whole affair hadn’t even been expensive by his shiny new standards, forget difficult to physically arrange. It was only when installation and set-up for his new aquarium had finished and he was left to watch that jewel-bright being swim disaffectedly through its new home that doubt had seized him, all-consuming and black. He had, admittedly, panicked a little after that.

(Yue Qingyuan’s apartment is very large, and very clean, and very empty. It holds the barest amount of decoration and muss to qualify as lived-in rather than a snapshot from a magazine ad. The fish may, in fact, be the only thing in the entire place which really qualifies as his. No wonder Yue Qingyuan wanted to jettison it from his life as soon as he got it.)

Mu Qingfang’s expression hovers between concern and simple confusion. “I’m sure Yue-xiong will be a more than adequate caretaker,” he says, more gently than Yue Qingyuan and all his neuroses probably deserve. “What’s this really about, Yue-xiong?”

Ah. There it is. Being the mildest person of Yue Qingyuan’s admittedly sharp-tongued social circle doesn’t preclude Mu Qingfang’s wit from being as keen as the scalpels he works with.

“I don’t…” Yue Qingyuan falters. How to express to Mu Qingfang how manifestly unfit Yue Qingyuan is to care for any living creature at all? He changes tack. “I think he hates me,” he admits dolefully.

Mu Qingfang stares at him for a long time, long enough to imply that he’s reevaluating certain opinions about Yue Qingyuan’s intelligence. “Yue-xiong, with all due respect to your new pet—it’s a fish.”

“Fish have emotions!” Yue Qingyuan argues. He flushes at the volume at which it comes out, and at the way Mu Qingfang’s eyes go wide-eyed in startlement. But the salesperson had been very insistent about that, as well. “Bettas are intelligent animals. They dislike certain colors, apparently, and they’re very sensitive—ah, to environmental disruptions, that is. And—”

Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows are still high, but his face has relaxed into a smile. “It sounds to me like you like it quite a bit already. Isn’t that reason enough to keep it?” His tone curls with sudden mischief. “Have heart, Yue-xiong—you’ve hardly known each other for a day! Give it time to adjust to you, and I’m sure you’ll win it over as surely as you do everyone else.” And he grins, sure and easy in his trust that Yue Qingyuan won’t fumble and shatter something so small and monumental as a life that he could cup in his palms.

While Yue Qingyuan is still dazed by that, Mu Qingfang’s eyes alight with interest. “Ah, Yue-xiong—what have you named it?”

“...”

Mu Qingfang’s face falls as devastatingly as it had lit up. “Yue-xiong…”

“Mu-xiong is aware that I was unsure of whether or not I’d keep him!” Yue Qingyuan is terribly aware that his ears are now heating up to match his cheeks. Mu Qingfang’s ensuing laughter does not help with that matter.

Yue Qingyuan is not very good at holding onto things. More often than not, he makes a mess of whatever he’s set his clumsy hands to, lets it fall right through his scarred fingers. But Mu Qingfang’s words ring through his head: Isn’t that reason enough to keep it? And, well, isn’t it? Surely Yue Qingyuan is adult enough to follow through on this. Maybe happiness can be look like his new betta swimming up to the tank to observe the new colorful form moving in front of it, can come as easy as Mu Qingfang quipping that his knowledge about fish is clearly lacking and vowing casually to read up on bettas to be a better fish uncle.

Yue Qingyuan buries a smile and walks over to let Mu Qingfang know that bettas can be trained to follow fingers around. The betta’s clear preference for Mu Qingfang over Yue Qingyuan is as good a marker of intelligence as any fun fact the pet shop worker could have given him. Yes, Yue Qingyuan thinks with a smile—he thinks he’ll be keeping this after all.

[rainsongdean]

ANYA JENKINS & RUPERT GILES | BTVS

—"and i feel compelled to take some vengeance on you!" "ow! god, no wonder i'm leaving you!"

[personinthepalace]

Rick Riordan cameo!

[dunktape]

hey guys just so u know im working on a couple of friend requests but also an utmv emote server with the one and only spiral thing ,, :3c idk if i'll make a separate server for my other emotes , probably will . hope u guys look forward to it !!!