#biffles even

[princessmyriad]

The spooky season crafties havent quite reached me yet due to Life Stuff but luckily i do have a halloween rave to haunt so theres that 👻

[loquaciousquark]

jade posted my savegame names to discord and i got bullied :'(

[supergirltastic]

no but really paula having artemis ripped from her arms and realizing that she raised her daughter to not fear death so she won’t even beg for her life at end HURTS me

[mannylikessims]

The True Story of the Villareal Family [1.2]

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The Von Haunt Estate is a wonderful tourist destination for families, and Jacques couldn’t be happier to finally be away from his.

With his annoying kids out of the way until their secret meeting tonight, Jacques could get back to his second-favorite hobby:

Playing chess,

-while in cosplay. And, miraculously, he wasn’t the only Sim in Windenburg with this hobby. There was a whole club devoted to it.

The suit was stifling hot, you could barely breathe in it, and it was very hard to see the chess pieces, but Jacques loved it nonetheless. And, it was more socially acceptable than his other favorite hobby, murder.

Tonight, Jacques would have to work (they say evil never sleeps, and neither do level 9 criminals in the criminal career), but for now, he had the whole afternoon to play chess in his clinkity-clankity suit of armor.

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Meanwhile, Luna and Lady Mimsy were getting along like peanut butter and jelly.

She was just teaching the ghost how to slide into someone’s DMs when a voice startled them.

“Ghost!” shouted the voice, muffled by the suit of armor. “Go away, ghost! You leave her alone!”

Luna burst out laughing. “Relax! Mimsy’s, like, not even a little scary. And we’re besties, actually.”

“…besties?” said Mimsy.

“It means we’re BFFLs,” explained Luna.

“…biffles?”

The figure in the suit stiffened. “Well, I uh, thought you were maybe in trouble. Do you always laugh at people trying to help you?”

“Only when they’re wearing costumes from a Halloween store,” she retorted. “But thanks for the noble gesture.”

“Hey now, this is custom-tailored plate armor.” Was it just Luna or did this knight sound cheeky?

“Okay, nerd.”

“Yo, I am not a nerd. You’re the nerd.”

“Said the person wearing a custom-made knight outfit.” Her mouth twitched with a smile. Two could be cheeky.

She searched the face of the suit for a reaction, but couldn’t see anything behind the visor. She could swear the knight wasn’t taking their eyes off her, though.

Behind her, Luna heard Mimsy suppress a giggle. “Well, I must attend to some ghostly business, bestie. Have fun with your knight in shining armor!”

“Wait, I’m not looking for like, a savior or anything,” she said, but Mimsy had already floated away. Luna placed a hand on her hip.

The knight tutted, shaking their head. “And here I thought you were just a nice, boring girl.”

Luna narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying, you’re not what I expected. I didn’t know a pretty, popular girl like you could be so savage.”

“Well, I’m full of surprises,” said Luna with another coy smile. She didn’t know who was in this knight suit, but they certainly had her attention. And it didn’t escape her notice that they had called her pretty.

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“Hey Mister.”

Max had found his own ghost to talk to, a translucent figure standing at an easel.

The ghost of Lord Bernard turned, tensing as he saw Max. “Yes, child?” he said.

“Is that your art?” said Max, pointing at the piece on the easel.

The ghost raised his eyebrows, but then puffed his chest up proudly. “Why yes, it’s only half-finished, but-"

“I now see why you killed yourself.”

Bernard stood frozen in shock for a brief second, then descended upon the child like a raging tempest.

“Listen here, you little ratbag,” he spat. “It was an accident.”

“Yeah, right,” said Max.

“The fire was never supposed to spread-“

“The painting you threw into the fireplace was waaay too big to fit in there and you knew it. Of course you knew the fire would spread.”

Bernard spluttered in shock.

“Ooh, burn!” said Max. “Literally! Haha!”

And the more Bernard quivered with rage, the more Max grinned.

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Just past the seething ghost, over the railing and below the walkway, lay a vast collection of hedges, and within those hedges, a certain teenager was lost.

Hugo checked his Voidcritter Go! app on his phone.

“Let’s see, this is where I found the Dicoatl, which means I want to turn right to get out of here – wait, there’s no right-"

The sky was darkening, Hugo’s stomach was growling, and he was pretty sure he’d passed this spot of hedges before. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.

“Oh plum,” he said to himself, getting worried. “I gotta get to Dad’s Family Fun Day, but I’m all mixed up now…”

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Luna was still with the knight who had “saved” her from Mimsy’s ghost. Somehow, the entire afternoon had slipped away while they were talking.

“So, why were you so aggressive towards Mimsy? Are you afraid of ghosts or something?”

“No!” said the knight quickly. “And I’m not aggressive. I’m tough. I don’t want anybody messing with people I care about.”

“So you saw me and decided you cared about me? That’s why you were acting tough?”

“No,” said the knight, a little too quickly again. “You know, just because you act like a princess doesn’t mean every knight is fawning over you.”

Luna paused, frowning for a brief moment, before slyly raising a finger to the knight’s helmet.

“So, who is my tough knight in shining armor who doesn’t care about me?” she said, slowly lifting their visor,

but the knight stepped back before she could reveal their face. “H-hey! Hands off the suit, princess,” they stammered.

Luna doubled over giggling. “You said you didn’t care about me, but suddenly you’re too shy to show me your face?” She straightened back up, still giggling, and handed the knight something.

“Here,” she said. “Because I like you even though you’re shy.”

“Uh, what?” The knight stood there, flustered, holding Luna’s phone.

“I’m asking for your number, genius. It’s almost nightfall and I have to go.”

“Oh!” If the knight was blushing, Luna couldn’t tell. They struggled to enter their number on her phone with their clunky metal fingers, finally handing it back after several painstaking minutes.

“There you go. Don’t text me anything too savage, princess. Or do.”

Luna wondered if the knight was smiling.

She giggled. “Goodbye, my knight in shining armor.” Luna blew them a kiss, betting it would send them weak in the knees,

and she was right.

“Bye, princess…”

Luna sauntered away, butterflies tingling in her stomach.

As she walked off into the sunset, she could barely concentrate on her Family Fun Day obligations. All she could think about was her mysterious knight in shining armor.

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While Luna was making friends, Max was making enemies.

It was official now: The ghost of Lord Bernard Escargot Shallot IV was afraid of a 10-year-old.

When the sun started to set, Max finally walked away from his new enemy, triumphant.

It was Max: 1, Bernard: 0.

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But the day wasn’t over yet, and Jacques was waiting for his children. The real work of Family Fun Day was just about to begin.

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[echodrawsthings]

Hello fellow cute bean!

Just wanted to ask what got you started into Ssundee crew, whether like it was one of their channels or whatever. Just curious.

alsocanimaybeplatoniclysmoochu-

-E.T.S.

Heyo!

It’s a funny story, really.

When I was little, my parents didn’t want me to watch YouTube, so I started out with a fun app called Prime Video.

I had a kid’s account, ofc, so it started to recommend to me things like “Tiny Turtle” and “Little Kelly” and CookieSwirlC (or however you say her stupid name) and such. So I started aggressively watching them.

Then I caught sight of a little thing called “Sigils’ Minecraft Adventures”

These were some of Sigils’ oldest videos- they came out before even his Avenue series!

I got hooked, basically.

For years, I would watch these, excited when he released new “seasons” (the episodes came in a bunch, and Prime labeled them as Seasons. I used to think Camp Minecraft Season 1 had 6 seasons because of this.)

I only knew Sigils’ face, and I knew most of his friends by their voices, so it was SUPER exciting for me when, in a s1 video, Biffle’s face popped up.

I used to think Kate (who went by K8 at the time) was a man, guys. I had no idea. LMAO.

Eventually (about 2-3 years ago), the videos were removed as Sigils stopped paying for the prime video.

So I convinced my parents to let me get YouTube (after cheating my way through it for a couple of months) and here we are!

Completely obsessed (and a bit of a simp, honestly) for the Regulars and SSundee crew. They’re my jam.

(Yes, you can smooch me platonically. ONLY PLATONICALLY. ;))

[iknow-thisisallinmyhead]

Do You Love Him?

Post 6x10 - Chris has some questions for his dad - 2.5k - read on a03

Special shout out to my biffle @they-them-mayhem you inspire me you drive me you flatter me. love you babe. 

Christopher hasn’t ever really seen his dad like this. 

He’s seen Dad upset and he’s seen him worried, he’s seen him stressed and he’s even seen him at rock bottom just last year when he was silently warring with himself. When Dad is upset he doesn't want anyone to know, doesn’t want anyone to see that he’s vulnerable. In every situation, no matter how it’s affecting him, he usually shuts down; sits still, pinches his mouth shut, balls his hands into fists so tight his knuckles are white. He doesn’t pace, he doesn’t fidget, he doesn’t frantically find things to keep him busy. And it scares Chris that he is. 

Is he lying about how badly Buck’s hurt? He thought his dad was being truthful when explaining what happened at that fire: Buck was struck by lightning and his heart stopped and it took time to get him down, it took time to get his heart restarted, it took time to get him to the hospital which left too much time for things to go wrong. But they got him there, they passed him off to the doctors who know how to help. Chris saw him yesterday; he was lying on that small bed looking fragile and fried, asleep just like he has been since he got to the hospital the other night. Dad could barely even look at him lying there connected to all those tubes and machines. The doctors said they were keeping him unconscious so his body could heal, which, Chris knows from his own tenure in hospital beds, is a good thing most of the time. So why is Dad so distraught? 

Christopher’s so worried about Buck he starts Googling. 

There’s only a small percentage of people who actually die when hit by lightning, which helps for only a moment when Chris keeps reading. Neurological issues and muscle problems can be bad, not to mention what happens if it takes too long for you to start breathing again. A lack of oxygen has never been good for anyone’s brain. He puts his tablet away when he starts learning more than he wants to about organ damage. Muscle and neuro issues can be helped with physical therapy. Chris and his dad are pros at physical therapy by now and would be able to help Buck through it. But that kind of organ damage…. 

Chris doesn’t want to think about it. 

He gets up, grabbing his crutches and crossing to his bedroom door to crack it open. He can hear dad out in the kitchen, clattering things around like the silence is the reason Buck got hurt. Slowly, Christopher eases out of his room, shuffling down the hall as quietly as his uneven gait allows. He reaches the living room and peaks in. He can see dad’s shadow through the door to the kitchen, walking back and forth across the room. Chris thinks he’s putting dishes away, but it’s way louder than normal. With his stomach in knots, he creeps across the living room until he can peer into the kitchen. 

Dad forcefully tosses some plates into a cabinet, slamming the door behind them. He turns to the dish drainer, but it’s empty. As Christopher watches, his dad’s tornado of negativity stops waging a war on the kitchen and turns inward; leaning forward, he places his hands on the edge of the sink, head bowed and shoulders slumped. 

“Dad?”

He startles, jerking in surprise. It worries Chris; Dad normally knows he’s there long before he says anything. “Yeah, buddy?”

“Can we go visit Buck?”

Dad takes a shuddering breath before answering, voice shaky as the words come out. “In the morning we can. It’s too late now, the hospital won’t let us go in his room.” 

“Okay,” Chris murmurs.

Dad still hasn’t turned around. 

And it’s just- 

Chris never sees his dad upset. He’s good at sliding on a frozen mask and forcing down his reactions, good at faking a smile, good at sounding convincing when he says,”I’m fine.” Christopher can probably count with the fingers of one hand the times Dad has let him see the truth of what he’s feeling. Since he started going to see Frank again last year things have been getting better bit by bit. He's been working on himself, on being honest with his emotions and being honest with his son. He’s gotten better at opening up, he has. 

But Christopher knows just how much his dad does not like to feel vulnerable. He doesn’t like to admit when things are bothering him, doesn’t like to burden others with his problems, and doesn't like to ask for help. Well, that isn’t entirely true, Dad’s never had a problem with those things when it comes to Buck. Buck can pry the truth from Dad no problem, can offer help without triggering his defenses, can sooth the worries that he’s an encumbrance. Buck’s always been the only exception to Dad’s strictly enforced rules. 

Dad gives so much away to Buck, so much that never gets shared with or shown to anyone and Chris doesn’t think Buck realizes how much of a big deal that is. There is no one else that Dad trusts like that, no one else who is allowed to have so much authority over Chris, no one else who gets to see so much of Dad’s heart. There’s never been another of his father’s friends who stuck around, who has made the effort with Christopher, who has had such a noticeable impact on their lives. 

And that’s not even considering the impact Buck has on just Dad. Chris remembers what it was like in Texas after Mom left, he remembers how much Dad shut himself off from everyone, remembers how much Dad struggled before meeting the blond. Buck showed up and Christopher watched his dad become a different person right in front of his eyes. He has never seen his dad so carefree and cheerful, never seen him smile so much.

Buck is there almost everyday; bringing donuts in the morning and helping with Chris’s homework in the afternoon and spending hours upon hours in the kitchen perfecting a home cooked meal for two boys who can’t cook for themselves. Days that pass without an appearance from the tall blond are days that feel off to Chris, empty and quiet and boring. He’s never asked, but he knows Dad feels the same. There’s an emptiness to his eyes that doesn’t get filled until blond hair and blue eyes and a big goofy grin walk through the front door. Don’t get him wrong, Christopher and his dad get on fine by themselves if they have to, but they haven't had to in so long. Because Buck is always there.

Buck is always there with a smile, pulling dad out of his quiet shell and getting the Diazes to experience the world. He plans hikes and zoo outings and beach picnics and drags them along no matter how much they complain. He’s always there, always glad to see his Diaz boys no matter what’s on the schedule. And Christopher knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Dad is just as happy to see Buck, too. Eddie all but expects Buck to be with them all day, every day, and never complains when Buck wants to do something, even when the younger man has something insane planned. The three of them can pass the time so easily; their outings and shenanigans are always fun, always full of laughter, always just what each of them needs.

Christopher loves Buck, he loves Buck almost as much as he loves his dad. He’s funny and kind and he never makes Chris feel dumb or bad or childish for anything. He’s always there when Chris needs advice or wants to surprise Dad. He’s always there when Chris needs a ride or a distraction. He’s always there when Dad can’t be, and sometimes Chris has to remind himself that Buck isn’t his dad, Buck isn’t even his step-dad.

That doesn’t stop Christopher from wondering what it would be like if he was though.

He knows his dad loves Buck, too, even if he’s never said it in so many words. He knows because Buck is the only one of Dad’s friend’s that has stuck. He knows because Buck is trusted with Christopher’s safety. He knows because Dad is just different when Buck is around. He’s lighter, he’s happier, he’s more at ease than Christopher has ever seen. It gets him thinking about Ana Flores and how stiff and anxious Dad would get talking about her. They dated for a few months and Dad liked her, sure, but she never clicked, she never became a part of their lives. Not like Buck already was at the time, like he has been the whole time.

Ana was his favorite teacher, and he was so happy when Dad brought her home, even if it felt weird that he brought home someone who wasn’t Mom. Chris was so excited at first, so glad it was Ms. Flores. Ms. Flores who told him he was brilliant, who made sure he was listened to, who kept him engaged and interested in learning. Christopher thought she would do the same with Dad, but though Dad seemed to like her, he didn’t like her as much as Chris did. Truthfully, he wasn’t all that surprised when Dad sat him down to tell him she wouldn’t be back. She never became theirs, she was just there. He’s still young, just venturing into his teenage years, but Christopher believes, deep in his gut, that the reason Ana didn’t last, the reason she didn’t become more enmeshed with the Diazes, has something to do with the way Dad compares her to Buck. 

He knows his dad loves Buck and recently Christopher has been wondering if Dad loves Buck a little more than he lets on. If he loves him a little more than you love just a friend. Because Dad doesn’t react like this to just anything; doesn’t cry and fidget and slam doors but here he is with shaky shoulders and shuddering breaths and twitching fingers like the only thing keeping him still is Christopher’s gaze on his back. Like the moment Chris blinks Dad will begin the onslaught again, fighting against the kitchen in the place of the universe. 

Stepping further into the room, Christopher makes a decision. He’s not a baby any more and he and Dad agreed to be more honest with each other. This question won’t get brushed off or given an untruthful answer, not if Chris asks it right now. He doesn’t think his dad has it in him to lie, not when he’s so upset, so tired, so close to reaching another breaking point.

“Dad?”

“Mmm?” Dad turns his head a fraction, still not looking at Chris. It sends a flare of unease through the knots in his belly. 

So he waits. 

Eventually Dad turns around fully, putting his back to the sink and facing his son. “What, mijo?”

Even though Christopher is determined to get an answer he’s suddenly terrified that it won’t match the one he wants, the one he’s been wishing for, the one he knows would make them all happy. His mouth opens, but the words don’t come out. 

If he asks the question things might change. 

Doesn’t he want them to change, though? Dad and Buck are on the edge of something, something that’s been building for years, something that is going to make or break them. Something that is getting harder and harder to ignore. Someone’s got to give them the push.

Stealing himself, Chris steps forward and forces himself to speak. To say the words, ask the question, drop the bomb on their lives. “Do you love him?”

Dad’s eyebrows shoot up as his jaw drops open. For a fraction of a second he looks like a deer caught in the headlights and then he snaps his mouth shut, closing off the expression on his face. He can't meet Chris's eyes, staring instead over his head. “Of course, he’s my best friend, he's family.” He steps away from the sink, heading across the kitchen to Chris looking like he’s about to bolt from the room. 

Chris takes one step back, placing himself in the middle of the doorway. Dad comes to a stop in front of him, eyeing his escape over Christopher’s shoulder. Chris calculated his spot well, though, Dad will have to push him out of the way to escape. “No, Dad,” he starts, looking up to meet his dad's eyes, nearly the same shade of brown as his own. “Are you in love with him? With Buck?” Chris adds, in case his dad wants to continue to play dumb.

Dad inhales sharply through his nose. His face passes through several complicated expressions, none of which last long enough for Chris to get a good read on until it seems to crack right down the middle, fissures spreading across the surface to reveal an entirely new face underneath, one never shown before. The raw love and sadness escaping through the cracks steal the breath right out of Christopher's lungs. 

Dad swallows thickly, closing his eyes briefly. Looking down, he chews on his bottom lip for a moment, deliberating with himself. He opens his mouth but can’t seem to get any words out. He meets Chris's eyes and jerks his head once, twice, three times before licking his lips. “Y-Yeah,” he whispers. He takes in another deep, shuddering breath and it seems like a weight is lifted from his shoulders. Dad opens his eyes back up, purposefully meeting his son’s eyes this time. “Yeah, Chris, I’m-I’m in love with Buck.”

Elation runs through Chris, because he was right! Because both of them are on the same page! Because this means Buck will always be theirs! He grins happily up at his dad, stepping forward. He reaches a hand out to dad, who takes it right away. “Good. He deserves to be loved.” 

He’s not dumb, he knows how much Dad has probably fretted over this. How many nights he’s laid awake terrified over what he feels for his best friend,, over what Chris would think and definitely over what Buck would think about it. He doesn’t have all the answers, but for now he can give his dad this. 

Chris steps forward, opening his arms. Dad pulls him in immediately, hunching around his son’s body and squeezing tight. Christopher hugs back as hard as he can. 

[partisan-by-default]

Flight Attendants at Frontier Airlines, represented by the Association of Flight Attendants-CWA (AFA), voted 99.6% to authorize a strike with 92.7% participating. The results come as management refuses to negotiate over the impact of the carrier’s business model change. Frontier management has a legal obligation to bargain over that impact, separate and distinct from their obligation to engage in regular contract negotiations, yet they continue to refuse to bargain or even engage in mediation through the National Mediation Board.

“Frontier Flight Attendants are struggling to earn a living because of management’s new ‘out-and-back’ model. The impact of this change has turned our lives and our paychecks upside down,” said Jennifer Sala, AFA Frontier President. “The harm is real and happening right now. We’re ready to do whatever it takes to bring management to the table.”

Just last week Frontier Airlines CEO Barry Biffle boasted that their operational changes have resulted in “real” cost savings, adding that the airline is “saving a significant amount.” Those savings are partially being paid for by Flight Attendants, and the impact of that must be addressed by management and corrected immediately.

“Frontier management is putting their ‘cost savings’ plan on Flight Attendants’ backs. It’s a gross example of corporate greed that devalues the contributions of these Flight Attendants to the airline and creates incredible instability for the people who make Frontier fly,” said Sara Nelson, AFA International President. “Frontier must negotiate to reflect the impact of their completely new business model.”

[paranoicintervalz]

my really (un)interesting thoughts #20

HAPPY MONYAY!

hello! it is me. multiverse is dead. again, so i need to blog somewhere... so here's tumblr... my next best option. Sigh.

ALBUM OF THE WEEK: BABYMETAL!!!!

(CURRENT FAVE SONG: MEGITSUNE)

yay! trying my best... i never use tumblr!!!!! anyways. happy monyay. i didnt have class today but i still need to keep up with dem monyay crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11 yay....... well!!!! GUESS WHAT!! I DID MY JAZZ BAND AUDITION!!! AND I DID IT!!!!!!!!! FOR REAAAALLLLLLLLLLL I ACTUALLY DID!!! its OVER!!! OVER NOW!!!! and im so happy... but i literally feel like my life has no purpose left anymore... itss alllll GONNEEE!!!! like idk wat im supposed to do now. summer is so lame and i am SCARED OF MYSELFFF and its already getting kind of baaadddddd!!!! this morning i atually pulled off like this insane heist at like 7 am (i just needed something from the trash bin) and i think i am going crazy. Hah. ANYWAYS. im happy my audition is over but also i feel like my life has no purpose anymOREEE GET ME OUTTT OF HERE!!! my friend is off on a fancy trip andd my biffle bae always like disappears into the void for a while. so im Here. Chillin.

my sister came home this weekend and something about her... idk i just get mad at her so fast. well first of all,,,, shes GAY WITH A GIRLFRIEND!!! im not mad at her for that LOL actually idk why i started with that... but anyways she told me shes planning on coming out to my PARENTS on her BIRTHDAY which sounds horrible and terrifying and i have no idea how it will go but also it makes ME feel kinda #grateful she is coming out first before me.... softens the blow for me. she is not like... visibly gay like i am.... so i think it will be quite a shock. honestly, ive not even thought about coming out to my parents. it always ffelt so far away, and i have no idea how they would react. truly. so i dont know... i guess ill see.... but they already think my sister is off the rails. which... idk. UGH anyways. god i love her so much but recently i dont know. i just feel lilke shes barely herself anymore. it feels like shes trying so hard to be another person or trying too hard to be cool or something. something about the way she acts or does things feels inauthentic to me, and i just don't see HER in herself anymore. i guess college changes a girl, but it sucks now. things will never ever be the same and it sucks really bad, i guess. theres nothing i can do. i wish i didnt get so frusterated with that though. something about her. and i feel so mean. maybe im just mad that i feel like she abandoned me. but its whatever, anyways. i was always closer to her than my other sister. idk. it just makes me sad now to think about it. and i feel bad for feeling this way. i just wish things were back to before everything, i think. UGHHHH GETTING TOO SAD ON THE INTERNETTTTTSTIJRDNJG

anyways. my Biffle Bae came to my house like two days in a row and it was such a blast. Bae helped me with my jazz band audition (brought the bass guitar and played the bass to my piano.... it was awesome...) and we sounded so cool and awesome and i think that singlehandedly will help me get INTO JAZZ BANNNDDD!! and then we went to an open mic and saw all our awesome friends perform and it was so cool... open mics are so awesome!!!! and i had a blast.. and we are thinking about maybe performing or something..... thinking... about it. kinda scary but... WHO CARES!!! no one there!!! everyone is so chill and supporting at that place. oh man i LOVE cool and hip millennials who write poetry!!! sick as FREAK! and my biffle bae Loved it and i was like Hehe i knew you would. Hehe. and now i DRIVE EVERYWHERE and its insane. freedom and crap... driving is still slightly scary. only a tiny little bit. yeah...

i need to keep myself busy this week and.. keep on KEEPIN ON! and keep on... making good decisions for my life!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (IM SO TERRIFIED AND NO ONE KNOWS OTHER THAN MY PRIV TWT. shoutout jj for liking all my tweets). but i made it through this night. and this morning (eyeeetwittchhh). i ammmm getttinggg there.Yey! i went to portos today and it was awesome. i love their matcha lattes. THANK YOU CUBA!!!! and i also built a cat tree. i need to start my rhythm heaven grind. speaking of grinds I AM BACKKKK ON DA WIZARD101 GRIND!! god bless. now THAT will keep me BUSY!! god i love wizard101. currently in empyrea part 2 and almost done!!! i love u sparck and pork and beans. GOD I LOVE ALL THE LITTLE CHARACTERS and my charcater brooke swiftwhisper lvl 138 is my queen my everything my pride and joy i love her!!!!!!! wizard101 thank you for being the best thing to ever exist ever probably!!!

Bros i am not feeling tumblr. i miss multiverse. this isnt the SAME!!!! i CANT DO THISSS LIKE THISSSSSSSSS PLEASE MULTIVERSE PLEASEEEEEEEEEE ITS NOT THE SAMMMEEE...... i like you tumblr... but also... Naw.... anyways...

REALLY GOOD ALBUM! Bring on the Mesmeric Condition BY THE MORLOCKS!!!

Goodnight multiversse.... i mean.. .Tumblr... sigh. what a hard life i live. sleep tight...

[cavenewstimes]

Group Biffle Wins World Series of Warzone Global Final

Biffle has actually combated given that the creation of the World Series of Warzone to raise a prize, and he lastly did it this evening. It was simply hours ago that his trio definitely controlled all-comers, took out a huge lead, and smashed down the competitors to win the $100,000 grand reward, reside in London. It was a hard-fought fight, however the group of Biffle, Shifty, and Sage showed to…

[shiroi---kumo]

Royal Knights of His Majesty || Accepting

Send    ‘ you’ll have to get through me first… ‘    for my muse’s reaction to yours stepping in and defending them from someone they’re scared of

@bishonenprince asked:

‘ you’ll have to get through me first… ‘  - ok but like..Sora stepping in front of Kumo to protect him from The Earl? From Chaos? Sora won't think twice. He will 100% throw hands to protect Kumo.

It's been different to be in his presence again. To be in their presence again, and he can't say he would complain about it. He's missed him, missed them. There is a bouncing ball of blue and white prancing around his feet as he walks and yes - yes it was this what he missed. A small oh so very round companion that is shifting the entirety of his weight back and forth from one paw to the other as he happily walks at the side of his Misterican counterpart.

Even when they separate for something as simple a shopping, the prince has been strapped with some form of guard duty even if that comes in the form of one because bribable dream eater. The word treat practically had the creature on it's hindquarters bumping against him as if to get the mentioned object, so the swordsman had learned to be carefully about such a word's use.

The creature is bouncing into his legs every now and then as they walk into town intent on getting some shopping done as their keyblade wielding counterpart finds them lodgings for the night. They only need a few things. They've managed to stay stocked up on most things, but no amount of space he had in the travel bag he kept at his side matched to the sub-space dimension that seemed to exist inside Sora's pockets.

It's easy to get caught up in these conversations with shopkeepers who only seem to want to haggle with him and he hates to admit this is all too complicated when he's no good at haggling nor has he ever been. Normally when these things occur there is suddenly the silent looming figure of a glaring Windarian behind him and that always seems to help encourage the vendors in town to stop giving him a hard time. Does he look that easy to swindle? He's starting to wonder with this becoming a regular occurrence.

Slowly hands are filing away the newest additions to their inventory into the bag at his side when the small creature of round starts barking. Biffles does not sound off like this and before he can do much to stop him - his fluffy companion is running away from him and racing through the town; barking all the while.

"Biffles!" Comes a shout. "Biffles get back here!"

The only thing he can do is run. It would draw too much attention if he simply flew after the beast - so instead he's racing after the dream eater on foot, trying to slip and weave through the crowd until he's found himself slowing to walk to an outer part of town where his blue defender has finally stopped and seems to be looking around as if he's lost something. Nose to the ground, the creature is sniffing like he's trying to pick up a trail only to lift his head and let out a whine.

"Yes, I know. Me too, Biffles. That was all very exciting, but we should be getting back to Sora."

He's half way leaned down to lift the small protector from the ground when both the sound of barking and screaming fills the air. His ears are on high alert as the sounds of screaming and clawing floods his senses. Those creatures. Those creatures of darkness have shown up again, and the people here -

There's no time to worry about how much attention he's going to draw now. His feet are lifting from the ground as the Misterican allows himself to slip back into the once crowded streets only to see what looks like darkness itself stretching out long clawed tendrils and tearing them through the backs of any who would run from it. There is an audible click and the Maken is floating to his side and a commanding hand coming down on it's hilt with little hesitation.

The sound of barking does not cease even as the Mistercan charges the beast before him but he's stopped before he can reach it as smaller twisted monsters of pure shadow form from it and spawn from the ground. An expert stroke of the Maken is cutting them down before him but four more only seem to appear where two just fell. The odds are growing against him rapidly. Even if his small blue protector is doing whatever he can to assist.

The thin metal that was covering the prince's face floods back as he deep exhale of thick white rolls from his lips, left hand raising with his first two fingers extended. His arm swings, making the motion of a straight line out to his left side. His hand flat palms as if to push some invisible force forward in that moment with a gust of wind rising as if summoned from the heavens themselves only to roar forward and rip the smaller beings of dark from the ground itself. They scatter around them, disappearing to dust as they strike the ground.

The beast is barking again, sounding off in a low growl. Blue hair standing up on end as his jaw clenches rushing towards the man in white's side. Smaller shadows rise to block his path as the large darkness moves in such a way that one could assume it has fixed it's sights upon the Misterican.

A flood of darkness comes raging in the swordsman's direction like a river of inky black making it so the Light's Unlimited can only raise his blade in his defense. The force causes him to slip. The force is so great it pushes him backwards until his feet slip out from under his form and his back strikes the ground. The Maken clatters against the stone street, while that shadowy claw seems to wrap his throat and pin him in place.

It's then that nightmares become real. The darkness pulls back like armor falling free revealing a blood red tendril wrapping tightly around the Misterican's throat keeping him firmly in place. Jade eyes follow the trail back and he sees them. Moonlit jade finding themselves falling deep into the universal pit of despair that was those death pale eyes. That certain shade of blue, he'll never quite forget and that shade of blue that will always always make his skin crawl.

Pink hair. Pale eyes. Frown lips. It's a form he'll never forget and even if his mind is screaming at him to fight back, the only thing his body will allow him to do is to desperately pull at the tendril on his throat he knows for a fact, he's not about to get free.

He should have known killing that little brat wouldn't have been so easy. He should have known that getting away from that little beast wouldn't have been so simple and sure enough the devil has come to collect his due.

"Now now, Little Cloud. To think you would make me come out here myself to deal with your disobedience."

Barking and growling only sounds louder, before much else can be said there is a small but furious ball of blue shoving himself between this being of darkness and the Misterican. Jaw clenched and teeth bared as small paws firm their stance, trying to tell this monster to leave their friend alone.

"B- Bi - run."

The prince hardly manages to choke anything else out as he fells the tendril around his throat clamp down to remind him of his proper place. A second tendril raises swiping forward to bat the dream eater from the demon's path and the creature only can release a small yip of pain when it strikes the wall and then the ground.

A weak arm is raising in the direction of his fallen friend, but vision is blurring and he can already feel his head growing light. Everything is spinning when he's laying on the ground.

"I can't believe you. You'll make friends with anything, won't you? Pathetic. I'm about done with your games, Little Cloud. Now it's time that we go home, don't you think?"

A squeeze at his throat made it hard to say anything, much less do anything. The only thing he can hear is the pounding of his own heart as the world continues to spin and he can feel the horizon wobbling back and forth.

This is it.

This is the end to his freedom.

The monster finally caught him. He can't run anymore. He's trapped all over aga -

"You’ll have to get through me first!!!"

He never heard the footsteps. He never heard any signs of the other closing in, but there is a body of black and brown in front of him with a weapon drawn standing tall at the other's command.

There is a weak gasp that leaves the Misterican behind him. He's running out of air. This isn't worth it. Sora run away. You don't know what you're dealing with. Sora please run away. I can't lose you Taivaani. Sora please run away. Forget about me. I'm not worth your life. Please.

The words however never leave him, all he can do right now is gasp.

[justpracticingwritingalittle]

Fenna of the Wenderfolk and Her Friends

Fenna ground the plant with the grindlerock that Soots had found on the way from the New Kingseat, despite Fugrrrok’s protests. It was the perfect shape for an Elfin grip, like a spare long knuckle. The four of them had gone through so much trouble to sneak off, she wanted every inch of it to be special, worth remembrance. The skeen around them did most of that work. They sat atop a small down, beneath the dazzling night sky, eating their curds and whey. The rooks were making their dastardly plans across the treetops and at some distance in the wilds, an Ewt ring was giving housel to their far-off [matron]. Their drums and voices carried to the down, but could not conquer it. The Wenderfolk had settled at an even further distant wild, with the bold intent of courting for a visit to Pellishom, the proud and typically violent Ernie folk living in a fiercely defended chunk of the Biffle (big-ful?) Hills. Fenna and Aldrey both knew them to be foes to the Dietu and Thriggwig alike, and the Ring Master had warned that if allowed it would be crucial for all to wear their rings, especially those Hobgobby who may be mistaken for those in the shattered empire who lived beneath its Ernie folk. Naturally, this gave folks like Croak [<krok?] great cause to worry. So, Fenna and Aldrey planned this night far from it all, to smoke, drink, sing, dance, and if Fenna had her way, to recreate the night two springs ago when the three of them had met Aldrey in Weiborough.  It had been a fluke of many mayhaps, with (for one) more dreambloom involved than they at now could find. Soots had given Fenna a good store of snaproot, and from the overmood she could feel that they’d consume most of it tonight, despite the implying that Soots was to eat them with Fenna alone. It was a problem for another Now. This night was for making merry, for embracing friends, for drinking in the World that Is and to enter the World of Touch and Feeling. 

Fenna sucked deep through the Longtone [pipe]. Soots said that Dreambloom made a good [drive head?] to a wain of smokestuffs. “A bed of flowers to lie on,” he had said. They had very little, so that’s where they began. She passed the tone to FugrrrOk, the angsomest.  “Kith-fire?” she joked. The Big Bundle of Nerves chuckled back and received it. Fenna only just came to wonder if his angsomeness had its source in the gathering of this memorable Dimdeck (foursome). Selfishly, she did not ask, for worry that the overmood would change before the memory would repeat. The Longtone looked silly in the mouth of such a big Jaymon, but it only further endeared him as he struggled carefully to work it. Aldrey popped lid from jug and gave a wink over to Fenna as the noise drew her head. Her innards fliped. One, at least, was of the same moodyhood. 

The silence was common among them. It was one thing Fenna loved most about the four of them. They were Worlds unto their own, that truly met only seldom. Croak was loading up on bread, more than like so it might drink much of the juice he was about to give his belly. 

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If there’s more of this, I can’t find it. Obviously I went back and took another crack at this theme, four friends trying to recreate a sensual night in the wild. It seems this was an early take on the idea, as I deffo used Fenna as the name for a Geitboer lead also. I don’t know if this was supposed to be the same character. 

[rogerswifesblog]

This au is soooo good

I love their dynamics; steve being kinda like frat boy and her being the responsible adult (even though both are adults but Steve….well, he’s more like a child in a adults body 🤣🤣

The reality kicked in. You, his manager, his agent, his second-hand woman, whatever he calls you, were here to wake him up.

He definitely tried to call her some petnames when they first started working together. He also learned very quickly that this, in fact, wasn’t a good idea.

“YES MA’AM!”

Yep, that right. And you better listen Stevie.

He was jumping on the bedroom floor, trying to get his leg through the jeans, after gulping down almost half a bottle.[…] Scratch that “man” comment. He’s such a child sometimes.

I.LOVE.THIS.🤣 this is the best thing ever, like? Really. You have no idea how much I love it🤣 that’s what I’m talking about when I think about their relationship and dynamics. It’s just so chaotic. And also so grumpy x sunshine 🤣🤭😍

“Ohhhh burger!” Steve picked up a packed bag from his seat, having a large, satisfactory bite before putting on a pouty face for you, who sat next to him, “it hath biffles.” He said while munching reluctantly,

Pls Steve. Biffles. I totally can hear his muffed voice, trying to say something with his mouth full.

“Maybe a goodbye kiss?” He asked hopefully.

Pls Stevie.

“I’m going to kick your ass…”

Yep. There it is. Grumpy x sunshine 🤣😍

“Yes ma’am. Love you miss you see you bye!” He gave a funny salute, before dashing off at lightning speed.

Tell me he’s not a manchild. I dare you. 🤣

Ahhhh it’s so fluffy, funny, cute, silly and ahhhh I love it😩😩 you’ve written this so nicely. And how you wrote Steve’s and readers characters/behaviour 😩😩 I love it sm you’ve no idea

Kith kith kith kith kith kith kith kith kith kith

T-minus...

Steve Rogers x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Alternate Universe - Musician AU

Summary: Steve is about to be late for his recording. Luckily, you're there to drag him out of his bed.

Warning: Fluff, pouty man-child Steve (yes that's a warning), BAMF Reader, excessive swearing

A/N: A contribution to the Week Four Slumberparty @the-slumberparty. Thank you @rogerswifesblog for helping me with the plot <3 (kith kith kith)

With the loud noise of yanking his curtains, Steve was brought back to the real world. From his sleep.

He simply rolled over, covering his face with pillows, not even caring a single bit that the sunshine burned his bare skin after someone popped the window open.

"Get the fuck up, you need to be there in the studio in fifteen, that's five minutes to dress and ten minutes en route." Someone conveniently pulled his covers off too, throwing his pillow, the one he was pressing to his ears, to the other side of the bed, having him exposed in the crisp April air. “Jesus, you reek of beer.” “Someone” muttered.

Steve made some noises in an attempt to cover his eyes with his arm, but that “someone” shook his body.

“Wake up, Steve!”

“But it’s earlyyy-” He whined, reluctantly squeezing an eye open, scrunching his face together for that effort, “what time is it?”

“Seven forty-five.” You checked your watch, “forty-six. I suggest you get up right this moment and still have four minutes to get dressed. And I'm hauling your ass out in four minutes, whether you have your pants on or not.”

His eyes snapped open. Those particularly cute sapphire eyes widened in panic.

Oh no.

OH NO!

NOT YOU!

The reality kicked in. You, his manager, his agent, his second-hand woman, whatever he calls you, were here to wake him up.

NONONONONONO.

He had been assigned to you for three years, and he knew what would happen if you don’t get what you wanted.

Or worse, when he was the cause.

“Three minutes and fifty seconds.” You reminded him, opening his wardrobe and starting to pick outfits for him.

OHNO!!!

“YES MA’AM!”

He scrambled out of bed in a blink of an eye, dashing to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and splashing water on his face. He didn’t care about his nudity, or his modesty, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, as you had seen numerous times before.

When he was out of his bathroom, you had already selected his outfit today: black T-shirt and jeans. They were lying on his unmade bed. You, on the other hand, took the chance to open all the windows of his apartment to clear out the smell of beer and … well, a grown man’s sweat overnight.

You handed him a bottle of bubbly water under your arm – it always helped with his headache after a night’s lack of sleep, plus the alcohol – and cursed in your brain because the cool bottle left a small patch of water between your elbow and your waist on your beige suit jacket. You had a meeting at nine, which meant you hope it wouldn’t stain.

He was jumping on the bedroom floor, trying to get his leg through the jeans, after gulping down almost half a bottle.

And a long burp came out.

Which nearly had him fallen off balance.

That’s what you get when you mix a bottle of bubbly with a jumping man-child. It’s like shaking the coke bottle after putting in a whole tube of mentos.

Scratch that “man” comment. He’s such a child sometimes.

At exactly one minute and six seconds to the countdown, he finally made himself presentable. His blonde hair still unkept, sure, but nothing a baseball cap wouldn’t solve.

You didn’t want some paparazzi waiting in front of his apartment building and catching his messy hair on camera. Again.

Though you doubt they still had any interest in him.

You headed out of his apartment after him, not forgetting to take his keys - which he conveniently forgot on the coffee table, buried under sheets of music, again - for him, before shutting the door.

“Ohhhh burger!” Steve picked up a packed bag from his seat, having a large, satisfactory bite before putting on a pouty face for you, who sat next to him, “it hath biffles.” He said while munching reluctantly, as the car started to drive onto the main road to the studio.

“That’s my breakfast. I like pickles, thank you very much.” You pointed it out, “yours is with Maggie, she bought you something to eat on her way to the studio. And don’t talk while you’re eating, you could’ve choked.”

Maggie, the assistant you hired for Steve two years ago, could manage almost everything.

Except waking Steve up.

That’s why with an early booking for the album recording, you showed up to hassle his ass instead of the more early-riser Maggie.

“I don’t like pickles,” Steve whined. Yet he took another bite, pushing the pickle slices out of his mouth to spit in the wrapping paper when he thought you were not looking.

“Then don’t take my breakfast?!” You roll your eyes, “make your own.”

“… I’ve slept over…”

“Just eat.”

“Yes whaam... ma’am.”

Still talking with food in his mouth.

Now you’ll go to your nine o’clock meeting with an empty stomach, thanks to Steve.

“Your 2 pm shooting got canceled. There has been a mix-up at the site, we’re going there tomorrow at 8 to finish the last couple of shots for your new album.” You pulled up his schedule, talking to him, hoping he’ll remember the rest of his day, “you have four hours in the studio. I’m not asking you to finish recording all those songs but I’m gonna have your top three demos to present to my boss, and that’s the bottom line for today. No out-of-the-blue insta stories, unless approved by Maggie or me, but you can take selfies, or ask Maggie to take a couple of pictures, just in case we might need them later, understood?”

He nods frantically, with two chicken nuggets stuffing his mouth full.

“The afternoon, go hang out with your buddies, or go to the gym, or play video games, I don’t care. No twitter. No Instagram. Maggie will be there with you to make sure you don’t say anything on twitter. If you want to twitter about politics, ask Maggie for a spare account.” You cleared your throat, “there’s a live session arranged on Youtube at seven pm, go talk to your fans, sing some songs from your previous albums – no disclosing your new album!” You stared at him to make your point clear, “more importantly, don’t answer the questions you don’t like. If the fans asked about your family, I don’t give a shit, don’t answer that. Don’t answer any bizarre questions, they might be some sneaky reporters behind those accounts trying to get a comment or something. Maggie will tell you about the details, but that’s all for today.”

The car pulled up in front of the studio. You got out of the car, holding your hand onto the car door because you were going to be late.

“Are you not going to be with me during the live session?” He got out of the car too, pursed his lips into a small pout, the pink plump lips complimenting his blue eyes, having you take a deep breath.

“I’ll try. I have a meeting at 6.30, and I probably couldn’t make it.”

“Please? Pretty please?” He whined, “you know I’ll behave better when you are around.”

You laughed, handing him his water bottle, “behave, Steve. I’m going to be late.”

“Not the slightest chance?”

“You’re going to be late too!”

“Maybe a goodbye kiss?” He asked hopefully.

“I’m going to kick your ass if Maggie doesn’t see you in thirty seconds.”

Steve made a face, acting like he was actually scared of you.

“Twenty-nine.” You started texting Maggie, who was waiting in the studio already.

“Yes ma’am. Love you miss you see you bye!” He gave a funny salute, before dashing off at lightning speed.

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Batman: Killing Time # 2

[bvibunny138]

I'm learning to be genuinely happy. I'll create my perfect world 💕🥀

[clonehub]

Okay no more grief no more angst tell me about your OCs that are the bestest of buddies. Biffles. Bosom buddies. Breasties, even.

[lemme-just-oops]

hi! requesting Arcana Twilight headcanons for an MC who speaks french/is french? It's just such a nice language 👉👈

Alpheratz: He does not do much when you speak french to him, or talk about your culture. If both of you speak the same language and you want to talk to him, he prefers a language he understands. But if you are talking a different language to someone else, he is fine with it because it is your language. If he has no need to understand, he does not listen.

Arcturus: Honestly, with your accent he already tried guessing your origin, but that did not work. He considers a french accent extremely cute, even if you are cursing like a sailor. But when you talk about your home, your roots, he sees how much you miss it and asks you what you miss the most. If you talk about the cuisine, he will try cooking it for you. If you talk about the museums and architecture, he tries -and fails- to build small versions of it. He tries to ease your homesickness as best as he can.

Pollux: When you talk to him in french, he wonders if he accidentally swallowed a substance he should not have taken. Has not a single clue of what you talk about, but hopes that you did not ask a question and agrees. It takes a very sad amount of time for him to realize that you talk in another language. He tries to recreate some of the words, and he does it well, but as soon as you walk away, he forgets every word. Please forgive him when he greets you with "biffle" instead of "bonjour".

Sirius: Apparently he is the only one who read up on recent earth history, because as soon as you arrived, he learnt about french history just to mess with you. Drops little hints of his knowledge in conversations, but makes them wrong to see if you'd correct him. "Napoleon Born-to-party" is his favorite character in your myth. Even if he knows how to pronounce the words correctly, he will mess up. "Verse-aisle". If you do not punch him, I will.

Spica: He was the first to question your accent and hearing your first language. It began with harmless curiosity, but now he is fully interested. From your typical breakfast to your greatest accomplishments. You could just show him a meme that says: "bievenue á hell" and he would almost believe that you say this on a regular basis. He is interested in learning your language, but he will use it to motivate you in weird ways. "You managed to learn the different pronouns of objects, you can also learn quantum physics. It is just as complicated."

Vega: Even if you just introduce yourself in french, his cheeks turn red. He is well aware of french being called the language of love, and he tried his best to make up lies so the others would not learn that. In fact, he makes up names of ghosts that can be summoned if you pronounce french incorrectly. Not that they believe it, but is it worth the risk? The ghosts are more powerful than any creature in the towers. Please support his lies for your own peace. For some reasons, he knows how to make macarons.