#but today is not that day

[githling]

i headcanon that young gith have floppy useless ears like baby german shepherds.

[rebelsafoot]

and then they did both

[thefloatingstone]

Whenever I worry I am making them too OOC for the sake of a joke I remind myself that the Citadel DLC exists.

[drrav3nb]

CHYNA & EDDIE GUERRERO + rose kisses

(cred to FullWithDivas for the videos!)

[kelpo-cereal]

Secret keepers

[andorerso]

#their eye-contact game is unbeaten

[xshrimpcake]

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[macni-art]

[lenabobina]

1989 — Deutsche Demokratische Republik (x)

[icaruspendragon]

anyway here’s a poem i don’t really like/can’t figure out how to fix so it’s probably not gonna make it into the next book but you guys can read it if you want

[andy-clutterbuck]

requested by Anonymous

[puppyguppy]

You've been down this damn aisle way too long. Despite not having actually checked the time, you just know it. You can feel it. You've seen others come and go; grab what they need, like a pillow or some new sheets, then leave. But not you. Since apparently, choosing a new mattress has solidified itself as a life or death sort of situation inside of your head. It shouldn't have been this hard -- wouldn't be this hard, if you hadn't seen the sale going on. They're offering the next size up for the price of the next size down. So, like -- you could get a king, for the price of the queen you'd come here for. You've almost always had a queen, at least since being a teenager. And a queen is fine, a queen is good, just enough space for you to roll around some, pick a cooler side if need be, with a corner or two left open for the pet you might actually own someday. All in all, a queen is perfect, so really, there's no need to upsize. You've never even considered it until now. It just seems kind of stupid to turn down such a deal. More comfort, for less? But then...you'll need new sheets. A new comforter. A new duvet. Hell, might as well just get a whole new set for the whole new mattress, right? And, it doesn't make much sense to put old pillows on a new bed, so -- "They never tell you that beds will be one of your biggest battles in adulthood." You jolt, startled out of your spiraling thoughts by a deep, rich mumble. You hadn't noticed the man you've been sharing the aisle with for...gods, you hope it wasn't long. Long enough for him to piece together the puzzle of your struggle, though. You shake off the little scare with a laugh, the feeling only lingering in the goosebumps down your arms. "It wasn't supposed to be this hard. I came here with a plan, believe it or not." The stranger hums, and while he seems to peruse the options, you take a quick few seconds to, well. Peruse him. Tall, dark, and handsome is the gist. Wavy hair thrown half up his head, like maybe he'd been in a hurry, or working out, or just woken up. A bit unkempt, but not unattractive. Stalky, scruffy, and decked out in all colors almost black despite the season. At least they seem loose, everywhere except for where his hands are shoved into his pockets, straining the fabric slightly, and you can't help but wonder -- "One should always have a Plan B. Even maybe C through Z." You laugh again, because really, this is ridiculous, and you should just grab the goddamn bed you'd come here for. Mattresses shouldn't require complex mathematics, an entire alphabet's worth of backup plans, or the entire length of the human emotional spectrum. "Yeah, yeah," you huff, now a bit embarrassed. You're a grown ass adult and yet you feel like you've just been scolded by a highschool teacher or something. "The sale just caught me off guard. I don't want to regret it if I just settle for a queen and miss the chance. Besides, if I get a king and don't like it, I can always just return it, right?" The man shrugs. "Or you could save yourself the trouble. It's not like your room is big enough for a king." You laugh for a third time, because oh, oh my god, he's right. Here you've been fretting and stressing (and honestly? sweating) over beds, when really, there was never a choice. There was just the illusion of choice. You got excited over a sale, about the possibility of an upgrade, and completely forgot about the very real dimensions of your bedroom. And why you've stuck with a queen. "Fuck, you're so right. I couldn't possibly fit a -" You stop. You stop and blink. Because he is right. The goosebumps from just minutes ago shoot straight down to your toes. You swallow, saliva thickening in your throat like cement. "...How do you know that?"

[mispelled]

Ageless nonbinary jester kids with too much power

[bambi-slxt]

i'll be so good i promise

i'll take it til i gag and then i'll take it some more

til i'm choking and drooling and making a mess on the fucking floor

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

THE TRAINEE Off Jumpol as Jane Episode 4

[rebouks]

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Frankie: Sorry about the other week, by the way-.. they didn’t say anything was wrong when they came in. Oscar: Don’t worry about it. Frankie: How’re you doing? [Oscar paused as he turned to face Frankie; she was about as subtle as his better half] Oscar: You’ve been talking to Courtney. Frankie: Well, I-… Oscar: I hope it wasn’t too damning. Frankie: No, no, of course not! I didn’t mean to sound patronising. Oscar: Uh-huh. Frankie: Really, I-… Oscar: I’m just fucking with you, it’s fine. [Frankie dipped her head and tittered nervously, avoiding Oscar’s gaze] Oscar: Sorry, one of many bad habits-.. it’d be good for her to have a friend that isn’t my friend too, y’know? You can come over if you want. Frankie: Now, or..? Oscar: Whenever. We’ve an open-door policy-.. for friends, anyway. Frankie: Courtney said something similar. Oscar: Too polite to accept, huh? C’mon, I like cooking for people.