#but here's my best shot

[pynkhues]

FINALLY sent off this suite of policy documents to a client, and I can feel already that she's going to have an issue with one of them.

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

If you're from North America, please reply/tag with what part of the continent you're from!

[thatonefandomjumper]

What do you mean Leo made Percy a dog whistle that has "LEO + PERCY 4EVER 🖤" engraved onto it???

What do you mean it lights up in rainbow when it's used???

[sunlit-mess]

WHAT’S YOUR ELDRITCH LUCIFER’S PERSONALITY LIKE?? Sorry if this question makes no sense

Tbh I cooked up a whole narrative for it (because I'm dying to fill non-existent lore)... But it's so long and scattered so I'll yap about it someday.

Anyway, here are the ideas I revolve with:

All of these are just from random thoughts focusing on the ' BAD ' side + curiosity idk " my physical shell can be torn apart, smothered, stretched, bent by my own mind " (Angel Lucifer): Innocent face, underlying horror. (Canon/demon Lucifer): One body, that feels like two souls.

- somehow I can connect this with the ideas in Angel Luci's behavior LOL im too sleepy to fix a timeline for it atm.

Evil is a part of him that can't be erased so he learned to overcome it, but never fully accepted it. So upon his silly demeanor, beneath are the true reasons why he is banished from heaven. Sob story? Yeah, that's what they believe in...

Bro lives with this eternal punishment and I'm about to make that reason worse.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Once upon a pitch:

Two years later: the team's reaction to the old kerfuffle.

Who would have thought, eh?

Bonus: Roy and the coaches and Jamie looking to Roy and the way they're all smiling and who would have fucking thought?

Who would have fucking thought.

[zylphiacrowley]

Origenics

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Monthly Pity Party (Supernatural One-Shot)

Team Free Will x AFAB!GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Your cramps are kicking your ass this month, though you do wish the boys would quit throwing pity parties for you.

Fic type: period comfort

SPN: @wereallbrokenangels (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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"I think I might actually die, like, for real," you groaned, rubbing at your forehead irritably. "I mean- if we ever do find the bastard, I'd like to ask why he or she or they said 'fuck you in particular' to people with vaginas and uteri and all that bullshit."

"Yes, it's not something I was able to fully understand from his plans," Castiel replied, seeming to only be half listening. Your hand shot to your lower belly, breath sucking sharply between your teeth. "Though it does serve a purpose... if... that may provide some comfort to you."

"You know," you groaned, resisting the urge to curl yourself into a ball and pass away on the spot. "It really doesn't, Cas."

Sam stood from his favourite spot at the table, picked your socked feet off the end of the lounge and sat down again while pulling them into his lap. You gave the gentle giant a soft yet strained smile and he squeezed your left foot to show he was listening.

"Dean will be back soon," he said by way of comfort. You were also pretty sure it was a diversion to nip your conversation with Castiel in the bud before it got too heated or too existential. You had a habit of doing that during your time of the month.

Speaking of- the sound of the bunker door closing heralded the arrival of beers for the boys and treats for you. Special treats that you only really reserved for that horrendous week once a month where you weren't able to hunt half the things on your to-get list, or even sometimes able to stay awake for longer than three hours.

"All right," came Dean's voice from around the corner. "Party time. I've got the goods. Beer, pie, skittles, and... all the other crap you asked for." He placed the two bags of groceries and goodies onto the coffee table before gesturing for you to move so he could settle down on the couch with you.

You made space for him and then he patted his lap for you to lay back down again. You settled your head down in his lap as he used his arm to screw the lid of his beer off and chucked the metal disc onto the table.

"Oh Cas, I forgot to heat the thing up," Dean mumbled, giving you an apologetic squeeze on the shoulder before pointing to your homemade wheat bag. "Be a good Angel and do the thing?"

Castiel picked up the wheat bag and disappeared into the kitchen. Hopefully after his stint as a human, he'd know how to use the microwave to heat it up properly. Honestly though, if your skin was able to withstand it, you'd love the direct heat of the sun over your cramps.

Dean leaned forward, grabbed one more beer from the table and passed it to his brother who thanked him quietly. Then he passed you the bag of skittles and watched you rip the thing open and shove a handful into your mouth with a moan of relief that bordered on pornographic.

"I don't know how you eat those," Dean said sceptically. You chewed on the lollies a few more times before swallowing.

"They taste good," you replied as if that was a good enough answer to it all. "And shut up, I've seen some of the stuff you've shoved down your gullet."

"Shut up, Sam-" Dean quipped as Sam snorted out a laugh at your signature bantering. "But fair point."

You let out another hiss as your cramp amped it up once again. Your voice evened out into a rather pained and elongated word not fit for young ears and Dean's brows furrowed in concern.

"Dean, you get like this every month. It's just a few days of discomfort- and if Cas wasn't so wiped right now, he'd make it all go away for me. It's nothing I can't handle. Promise."

Dean took a moody sip of his beer and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well, I don't have to like it, all right?"

You were saved from having to put too much thought into your response as Cas reappeared from the kitchen, wheat bag in hand. He handed it to you and you placed it over your abdomen. Instantly the heat began soaking through your skin to ease the ache beneath.

"I'm sorry I can't heal you in my current state," Castiel apologised before sitting down stiffly in the single-seater armchair. You sighed, chowing down on a couple more lollies.

"Look guys," you said, pulling your head and feet out of the Winchesters' laps and sitting up. You pressed the heat pack against your abdomen and leaned back against the couch. "I know you all mean well, but it's just a period. You don't have to pity me. I'll be all right after some Advil and some comfort food. A snuggle or two wouldn't hurt either. But I'm not going to have any more of these pitiful apologies and concerned looks."

The three of them looked at each other and then back at you again. Dean and Sam both took a swig and nodded respectfully.

"Sure thing," Sam replied with one of those blink-and-you-miss-it acknowledging smiles.

"Uh-huh," was Dean's answering reply. You knew what that meant. He'd humour you for a day or two and be right back at his usual schtick. But that was fine. You kinda liked it when he was just a little worried over you.

"Right then," you said decisively, giving Castiel a very pointed look. "I'm going to lay back down and we're all going to watch a movie. I am going to grumble about my cramps and we're all going to have a great time, yes? Good."

"Yes dear," Dean reached for the remote for the television. "Now- Cas, I know better than to ask our menstruating friend here what we're gonna watch so- your pick."

[luck-of-the-drawings]

my TWO FAVORITE THINGS IN THE WORLD, VAMPIRES N COWBOYS... deacon keller is SUCH a fun character, hes charming and funny but ALSO formidable and STRONG when he feels he needsta be. i hope him and arthur can get a chance to talk more and be better friends. l ike really good friend s. . like. like really good f. hangon i gotta go i think i hauve rabies.

[royalarchivist]

With over 20 members currently on the QSMP and more on the way, it's almost impossible for a single person to stay up to date on everything that happens, even with help from QSMP's official Twitter recap accounts.

For people who are interested in QSMP's story, characters, and/or streamers but don't have time to watch hundreds of hours worth of VODs, I've created the QSMP VOD Timestamp Archive.

If there's a particular lore moment you missed live and can't find, search for it in the archive!

Timestamps include quotes, notable lore events, and funny interactions. Interesting or important moments from each stream are bolded for emphasis. I'm also adding short summaries for lore-heavy / eventful stream.

I've organized the document so it should be easy to navigate, and you can CTRL + F to search for specific streamers and/or events.

Complete VOD playlists, recaps, and additional resources are also included in the document for people who might be feeling overwhelmed by the amount of QSMP content out there. It's never too late to get into the series!

If you have a streamer you watch consistently, consider writing down important timestamps to help fellow fans! You don’t have to take detailed notes like mine – even one or two timestamps can be a real lifesaver. If you have any helpful timestamps you want added to the list (or even a 1 sentence summary of a particular stream), send it to me via DM so I can add it to the archive.

I am just one person, so unfortunately this archive is by no means comprehensive, but I'm constantly updating things and adding more streams and timestamps to the document. I've been working on this project for a while now, so even though it's not complete, I hope people find it useful!

[ VOD Timestamp Archive ]

[libertyreads]

Came back to Tulsa for a couple of days and decided to hit up Magic City Books.

[saphstories]

I have a silly little request for you

Sonic trying to get Tails to bed after a stressful day

I'll Be There Just for You

It shouldn’t have surprised the Blue Blur as much as it did. He knew his little brother, knew that when some idea sparked in that genius head, he wouldn’t be ripped away from it until he was satisfied or bored… or both.

But to find the twin-tailed kit half-dangling out of a Crab Bot, wrench hanging loosely from his fingers, and little snuffly snores echoing through the workshop, Sonic shook his head in both mirth and exhaustion, heaving a long sigh.

“Come on, Tails, up and at ‘em.” Sonic combed his fingers between the kit’s ears. “As comfy as the Crab looks, its no bed. Come on.” As expected, Tails let out a sleepy grumble and curled his namesakes over his body, snuffling into their fur. Sonic smiled. “Gonna play hardball, huh? Alrighty then, you leave me no choice.” An ear twitching in his direction was the only indication that the fox heard, but it was alright. He’d be listening closely soon enough.

“When you feel afraid,

When you lose your way, I’ll find you,”

An aqua eye cracked, and Sonic pretended to ignore it, continuing his rhythmic strokes through the fur between Tails’ pricked ears.

“Just try to smile and dry your eyes,

I will bring back the moon into your skies,

And ever you will, remember brother, I’ll be there to,”

Sonic opened his arms and Tails crawled out of the Crab Bot, climbing into his brother’s lap and putting his ear against his chest.

“Say to you,

I promise you,

I promise to,

Comfort you and say to you:

Brother, I’ll be there just for you.”

With years of practice and ease, Sonic cradled the fox against his chest and stood, a soft clicking purr he only ever used for the one in his arms soothing the discontented kit clinging to him.

“There’s so much to learn,

And when you want me,

Then I’ll show you,

And through the years, you’ll always be,

The lullaby of the heart of the child in me.”

Some things never grew old or faded with time. As Tails drifted between the waking world and dreams, he curled his namesakes tight around his big brother, a tiny smile on his muzzle at the slight sway and bounce to Sonic’s gait as he walked through the house and up the stairs, cradling him the exact same way he’d done since he was a tiny and frightened kit. A sleepy purr rumbled in his throat, and he nuzzled into the soft fur of Sonic’s shoulder.

“Whenever you will, remember brother,

I’ll be there to,

Say to you,

I promise you,

I promise to,

Comfort you and say to you,

Brother, I’ll be there just for you.”

Sonic gently pried Tails’ fingers from his fur—kit always had an iron grip—and tucked the blanket delicately around him, kneeling beside the little biplane bed, that same soft smile still on his face as his baby brother drifted in dreams.

“Hold it, feel it,

Music is in your heart.

When you need it,

Just keep listening,

Let it sing, let it sing.”

Sonic blinked the tears gathering in his eyes away as he gazed at his brother. He wasn’t one for nostalgia, for reflection, for focusing on the past. He much preferred to focus on the present, to soak in every moment and keep pushing forward. But, looking at Tails, he couldn’t help the surge of pride and affection for the fox. He’d grown so much, become so much—a tinker, an inventor, a hero—since the frightened kit he’d found all those years ago. Sonic was sure, in time, Tails would shake the stars in ways he’d never be able to, and he couldn’t wait to see it… but he was in no hurry for it, either.

“Though you’ve grown away,

No matter how you change,

I’ll know you.

When you tire of life alone,

There will always be one sure way back home.

You just turn on the quiet,

And you close your eyes,

And listen inside.”

Sonic huffed a tired laugh and kissed Tails’s forehead, letting his head rest there for a moment before straightening up and heading for the door. But he lingered in the doorway, watching the moonlight shimmer and illuminate the fox’s orange fur shining silver.

“I’ll be there to sing to you,

I promise you,

I promise to,

Comfort you and sing to you,

And brother, I’ll be there,

Anytime and anywhere,

Tails, I’ll be there just for you.”

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

My friend, please draw Midorikawa and/or Momoi Denziman having a nice day.

That is if you're still taking requests.

They're taking IC on a walk :)

[purble-sarah]

I've been off tumblr for so long (uni -_-) but here's the only drawing i managed in my absence

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Elim Garak: fucking around vs finding out

[artfulacrostic]

jean moreau, and faith and religion and the absence of it.

the sunshine court, nora sakavic // the unabridged journals of sylvia plath, sylvia plath // "stay down" by boygenius ft. julien baker, lucy dacus, and phoebe bridgers // the denial of st. peter, caravaggio // salome with the head of st. john the baptist, simon vouet // henry iv pt. ii, william shakespeare // the rebirth of the arts, charles haslewood shannon // daredevil: "born again" (1986) by frank miller et al. // "ash-wednesday", t.s. eliot // map of hell, botticelli

[xxplastic-cubexx]

BIRTHDAY HAUL courtesy of a very lovely friend of mine 🥺

bonus goofy pics of a bday snack i had earlier with my favorite menace …..