#but at the moment I’m enjoying it

[palfriendpatine66]

Fanny pack AU please!!!

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This got a little out of hand in length because 1) hi have you met me 2) I’m drunk and sleep deprived and also hiding at the bar again a little bit and 3) this is from my fave Pining family so I couldn’t resist. I envision this happening on a family vacation to Disney World, and is inspired by Ewan talking about bum bags in the long way series.

“What is that?” Anakin snorts very unattractively as he waives at the bag Obi-Wan had just clipped onto his waist.

“My bum bag?”

“What!?” Leia gasps

“Come again?” Anakin questioned as if he somehow misheard.

“Your WHAT?” Luke shrieks.

Obi-Wan looks between the three incredulous faces, his brow furrowed. “Bum bag?” He points to the bag slung around his waist. “A bag. That you wear. Around your bum?”

“Fanny pack?”

Obi-Wan scoffs. “You know, you shouldn’t say that some places.”

“Say what?”

“Fanny pack?”

“Why?”

Obi-Wan pinches his nose. “Just - trust me.” Blank faces stare back at him. He sighs heavily before elaborating, “Fanny. It means something rude.”

Luke and Leia meet each others eyes incredulously, probably planning to work it into conversation at least twice each just to test it out.

“Okay, fine, why do you feel the need to walk around with that around your waist all day? No need to cover up your delectable bum.”

“Because,” Obi-Wan rolls his eyes, “one of us needs to be prepared. How else do you plan on carrying around our room keys, park maps, band-aids, snacks, hand sanitizer, tissues -“

“You do hear yourself right?” Anakin interrupts. “This is for a few hours at the theme park, not a hike to the summit of some mountain.”

“Someone needs to be responsible for keeping track of all these things, and I don’t see how you plan to do that as you’re currently dressed,” he gestures to Anakin’s pocketless, rather tight, gym shorts.

“Backpack?”Anakin shrugs.

“You know we’re going to both end up carrying a child on our backs before the day is through, whether we like it or not.”

“See! Told you!” Luke elbows Leia triumphantly.

“Why does this bother you?” Obi-Wan asks as Anakin continues to glare at his waist.

“It just…you look…ugh,” Anakin shakes his head. “You know what - I’ll take it.”

“Why?”

“Just, because,” Anakin declares.

“Can we GO already?” Leia demands, “the park opens in ten minutes! We don’t have time for your, your, re-lick-u-lous-ness.”

“Fine, as you say,” Obi-Wan hands over the bag and Anakin clips it around his face, his nose scrunched up in distaste. “Adorable,” Obi-Wan kisses his nose and opens the door for everyone to head to the park.

It only lasts about five minutes. Obi-Wan puts one hand on Anakin’s waist and unzips the pouch with his other to retrieve the park map and plot their path to their first ride if the day and Anakin rips the pack off as if scalded.

“What?” Obi-Wan asks bewildered as Anakin thrusts it back at him.

“Just never mind. You wear it. I cannot handle your hands around my fanny. Especially right here, right now, around all these innocent eyes.”

“Please. Don’t say that. I’m begging you.” Obi-Wan pleads under his breath as he clips it back around his waist where it began.

[housederiva]

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

forever obsessed with dynamics between vampires, specifically that of a maker and fledgling, as a way to explore abuse. the creation of a vampire itself can so easily be a literalization of the lasting impacts of trauma and also much more simply the ways a perpetrator might shape their victim’s very identity. the extremes of isolation in the way that the new vampire, in most narratives, must cut all ties to their mortal life, or else go through an elaborate charade to maintain the facade of humanity, while forever still being removed from it. and the sheer dependence and vulnerability of being in an entirely new state of being, wholly uncertain of what it entails, and relying on another person to define… everything.

[mossy-paws]

PHIGHTER 15! (PHIGHTING!)

Hi tumblr here’s your food for the time being LMAOOOO anyways I like him a lot,,,,, very cool dude,,, love that he has a fursona /silly /pos

anyways! Yeah! This took about 10 hours and I speedran it in like 2 days, was it healthy? Nah. Was it worth it? I would say so! I do like how it came out and it was nice since this is the first time I’ve drawn canines in like. 2 years LMAO

anyways fun closeups too:

[narugen-moved]

LOVE his kansai dialect so much huge shoutout to his seiyuu (kengo kawanishi) here’s 34 seconds of it from the new episode

(also whilst confirming that i wasn’t saying the wrong shit i found a thread on how his dialect gets translated in the manga from an official translator!)

[lazorbeanz]

Y’know what would be nice?

If that the series ended off with Knuckles returning home to Sonic, Tails and Maddie, and (after the rapid fire of questions and scolding for running away which is most likely prone to happen lol) begins to tell them about how he realised he isn’t living with them just to fulfil a vow of protecting the M.E anymore, but rather because he finally found his home

He explains how he finally understands the definition of “home” and what makes one

And if it’s anywhere he is most at home (since losing his tribe), it’s in the small town of Green Hills, with the Wachowski family, because with them is where his place of belonging lies…they are his home, and always were from the moment they took him in

Yeah, I think that would be nice

[noodles-and-tea]

Have you seen the show Bluey?

As an Australian I am obligated to know and have seen all of the show bluey

[cecoeur]

Thinking about how Daniel made the photo of him with Pierre and Patrick as the first image in that dump. He could’ve made it the helmet swap with Oscar, a group photo, or the 3 on the garage floor. Any of those probably would’ve made more sense from an engagement or aesthetic standpoint. But no he specifically chose a candid moment with the two guys who were with him every second he was in that car. Two guys who would be relatively unknown to the casual fan, but who were integral to Daniel and shared the ups and downs of this journey with him.

[myokk]

an afternoon by the black lake🫶🫶🫶

[demonir]

Guy who’s been avoiding watching Doctor Who his entire life finally succumbs to peer pressure by no one but himself and turns into his most annoying version possible and makes it everybody else’s problem now for the foreseeable future (exaggerated for dramatic effect)

Had to get these 2 out of my system somehow or I was going to explode

[ohitslen]

Sharing a meal

I wrote something for this below the cut if you’re interested :)

They never eat anything too tasty, surviving with packeted rations and canned food in their journey. Sometimes they would stop at a little restaurant and eat a nice meal; it really tasted like something gourmet after days of going with grain bars and dry jerky.

There were fleeting moments in between conversations in which one of them would remember some dish, from back in the day when things were easier and they didn’t worry about too many things. They never went deeper into the topic, just mentioning how they missed a good meal.

Staying at an inn or any motel was an expensive thing to pay for. However sometimes they had some extra money from an odd job Vash did or from Wolfwood’s undertaker services, and they would always rent a room as a treat for themselves.

It was a surprise when they entered the room and saw a small kitchen. The space was a little too cramped but it had everything they needed, it was like a deluxe room when they though about all the places they had been at. None of them had a kitchen at all, maybe they had a tiny stove or a mini fridge, perhaps a table sometimes but never the whole set together.

They both looked at each other to confirm they really were seeing the thing, smiling excitedly.

They could make a meal for themselves.

Vash knew how to cook, he had done some work on kitchens throughout his life. A few times he helped Rem when he was a child, he knows how to defend himself. Yet he didn’t know any recipes by heart, not any that would be inside their budget at least. He could get creative and probably whip up a thing or two if he was given enough time.

“I know what to do” Wolfwood said with a smile that irradiated a melancholic warmth interrupting his thoughts . A smile Vash had only seen when he talked about the things he loved.

Vash didn’t suggest anything in the end and just followed what the other man told him to do.

He went to buy all the things Wolfwood asked him for. Vegetables and some thoma meat. There seemed to be some spices in the room so he only bought garlic and onion as per Wolfwood’s request.

When Vash got back, he found Nick at the table arranging the ingredients the kitchen already had. He was already showered, hair messy and with droplets of water hanging on the tips. Getting closer, he could smell the soap, the cheap shampoo and the lingering scent of nicotine that never seemed to go away. He was changed into a black, long sleeved shirt and a pair of loose dark blue pants.

His overall appearance made Vash think how the edges of the man were less sharp, he seemed more relaxed and at ease, even if it wasn’t entirely the case. He just looked, soft.

“Hey welcome back, did you bring what I asked you for or will I have to use your meat for this?” Wolfwood greeted him without looking up from his task, the ingredients being the most interesting thing in the world it seemed.

Something warm pooled at the pit of Vash’s stomach, he didn’t know why that was and didn’t bother to think about it either, just enjoying the feeling.

Smiling, he placed the bags on the table in front of Wolfwood, taking out its contents. “I’m sure I brought everything yeah, I hope my life can be spared”.

The priest snorted at him and grabbed a potato that was rolling off the table. “Aight then, make yourself useful and start washing these and then chop ‘em to reasonable bitable sizes”. Losing no time, he took the meat and was cutting it while giving out the instructions.

While Vash was washing and chopping, the other was already preparing the meat putting it in a pot with boiling water. Once Vash was finished with all he was asked to do, Wolfwood ushered him to take a shower while the food was done, wanting to have more space in the narrow place. Vash did as told in that as well.

The shower felt great, all of the gross stickiness from the sweat and other things were finally washed off from his body. He felt light and a thousand times more content.

As he opened the door the smell hit him in the face, a delicious scent that surely tasted even better. Wolfwood was stirring the pot, poking some of the potatoes to make sure they were on the right term, and they seemed to be as he turned off the stove.

Vash got closer, mouth already watering just from the thought of how it’d taste “That smells so good! What did you make?” He asked with a big grin plastered all over his face.

Wolfwood pointed at the table with his hand, signaling him to sit down a little dismissively while he looked for the bowls on his own. It seemed like he was the kind that with less people on the kitchen when he was there, the better. “Just a broth, nothing too wow it’s something easy, and on budget”. Vash hummed with wonder and served two cups of water to busy himself with something.

Wolfwood poured the two servings of the broth, it was still hot and the bowl must surely be scalding. Yet Wolfwood’s calloused hands never flinched, placing their food on the table without much trouble along with a pair of long spoons.

“Be careful or you will murder your tongue” he warned and Vash chuckled.

“Thanks for the heads up chef, ‘preciate it” the other just scoffed at the title and sat down across him .

They both mixed the broth while blowing at it in hopes for it to cool down a little. However seeing how they were both starving and didn’t care too much about getting burnt or not, they just started to dig in.

Wolfwood was eating eagerly, having spoonful after spoonful of his food. He was beyond delighted. It had been a long time since he had the chance to prepare the broth he used to have back at the Orphanage.

“It’s…delicious” he heard Vash say in a low and calm tone. When he looked up to see the man, he was shocked to find him with reddish eyes that were glistening with tears. It didn’t seem like when was doing a show or anything of the sorts, he just seemed…at peace.

It wasn’t anything extravagant, quite possibly one of the most simple dishes Vash has ever eaten. It was made with the things that they could afford with the little money they could spare, the ingredients were definitely not of the best quality, the vegetables could have used a little more time on the pot. And it was delicious.

Vash felt incredibly warm inside, similar to how he felt when Wolfwood greeted him when he got back, just a thousand times stronger. The first sip he had of it tasted like the best thing ever cooked in his whole life, something he would have every day of the year for the rest of eternity. He didn’t know why that was at first, but after having a second spoon of it he could tell what it was.

It tasted like home.

The flavor of it, it was homely, the savor of melancholy. It tasted like their conversations about missing the past. The tang of the times they would have a peaceful night in the desert grilling worm meat around a campfire. It reminded him when he got sick and an old lady had given him a bowl of soup. It tasted like the first time Rem had given them a try of what meat and vegetables tasted like. It tasted like all the things he missed, and the things Nicholas most likely missed too.

The familiarity of it made him feel fuzzy and full on the inside, and he couldn’t stop eating. He was slow while doing it, wanting to savor every bit of what he could have while it lasted. It was rich, it was simple and it was perfect.

“…You want some more?” At some point, Nicholas had already finished his own bowl and brought the pot over to serve himself again. He looked at Vash with something soft in his eyes the other could not name, his voice was gentle and gravely, sweet and easy on his ears just adding more to the warmth inside of him.

“Yes…yes please” Vash answered, voice cracking a little. Nicholas served him, the sound of the liquid being poured soothing his soul.

Vash ate again, and Wolfwood was looking at him. The priest was taking small sips of water from his cup, always holding it against his mouth even if he wasn’t drinking anything. Vash didn’t really notice when he had started tearing up, thick streams of salty water running through his cheeks, a pool of them welling up at his chin and falling down the wooden table making a puddle of happy tears.

Vash enjoyed the heartfelt broth. He was happy, that bit of simplicity was enough to make him forget of everything else and just focus on that moment.

It was so mundane. Vash smiled with overflowing tears in his eyes while Wolfwood just watched with a fond smile of his own behind his empty cup of water.

At that moment, they were not in a random room at a random place. They were in a place where they had brought their home to, sharing a meal with each other.

[pepperpixel]

+ Butch 4 Butch +

(Except neither one of them is rlly that butch but holy fUCKING SHIT THAT SONG IS LITERALLY THEM… the version of them I made up in my mind palace… it’s them.)

Anywayyyy. Yeah! Have a tagr art dump..! aka, those vibes when you, out of a series of moments of temporary insanity, end up finding, taking in, nursing back to health and eventually falling into a tangled messy yearning situationship w the asshole tsundere alien who tried to destroy your entire planet… rlly extremely relatable vibes!!

[theswedishpajas]

I don’t think I ever posted this but he’s here now about a week late 🦇✨✨✨

[otaku553]

would you be willing to make something like spades pirate au merch ? i think spadesbros stickers or charms would be really cute !!

of course!!!!

[scrumptiousstuffs]

I just need to share the cutest moment in First’s latest TikTok video (who knew we have First being a prolific tiktoker nowadays?)

Anyway…First was playing “my favourite GMMTV boys” - his bestie never came up as a choice…and so when Khao curiously came up to see what’s going on….First of course chose him right away 😭…the face bump into Khao’s shoulder 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Source: First’s TikTok

06/09/2024

[raisin-gran]

asked my partner to name all the barricade boys, and this is what they got:

grantaire

esteban

crrch

cork

marius

jean valjean

jean? (correct!)

bosco

oh no….

fachance

jean, again