#can you tell what I had for dinner?

[iwanttobepersephone]

❤️ potato soup btw

[moeblob]

A lil guy !

[ratatatastic]

Vanha Kauppahalli date: en full, a 2 minute 50 second masterpiece...

Primetime Panthers | 11.6.24 (x)

[possum-quesadilla]

Do you like Be More Chill?

YES. YES I LOVE BE MORE CHILL!!! It was my favorite musical back when I was in high school, right as it came out!! I still know all the words to “The Squip Song” and “Michael in the Bathroom” and “The Pants Song”!

[mysticcomfort]

Day 7+8= Griff does what Griff wants

[soloquel]

you're asked at the dinner table what your favorite marine animal is and you say, "i don't know, dolphins maybe?" and levi just bolts out of his seat and leaves the room so quickly you need five seconds to process that, and by the time you do, he's back with an entire power point presentation which he projects onto the wall so that he can teach your uneducated, naive ass about WHY you should pick ANY animal in the ocean EXCEPT those damn fucking traitors. and you're gonna listen.

[twinkthrasher]

The more i think about Asher logically the more icked out i get... I was cooking dinner and i was reminded that this dude is just incapable of cooking?? he's like in his thirties?? and we MARRIED him?? god bless his heart...

[bookshelf-in-progress]

It's a good sign I'm recovering from my creative slump that I was able to brainstorm a story that makes me laugh.

[sugarpopss]

Better Uses for Company Time (2)

Yeah I FINALLY fucking wrote the next chapter, I'm deep in my chubby Aegon shit again. He's my stress eating terrible baby man. Again I have to tag @who-told-you-this-was-butter who's chubby Aegon art makes me bark at mailmen

No real warnings? Mentions of smoking and alcohol and generally being kind of horny, Aeg's got some shit going on with the mommy issues but that's not news

Aegon didn’t even know what charity the party was for. The snippets of conversation he’d heard gave him the vague impression of something like ‘children rescued from an underground fighting ring’, but that also didn’t sound like something that actually existed. He supposed it didn’t matter all that much. The charity was getting a huge ‘fuck off sized’ donation and T&V investments was getting a boon in public opinion, something they desperately needed. 

Those two facts were not nearly as (literally) pressing as a third fact was. The third fact: Aegon was absolutely fucking squeezed into his suit. 

He hadn’t worn the blasted thing since he’d gone to his nephew Jace’s graduation from prep school-the same prep school all the boys in their family went to, so Aegon really hadn’t understood why he needed to attend. He’d much rather have sent Jace some shitty drugstore card with a check in it and slept until the early afternoon. But he did have to go to the stupid thing, sweating and squinting in the early summer sun like a fucking idiot. 

In last summer's sun, more specifically. A lot of things had happened since then. 

1: Aegon had attempted to quit smoking (twice) and had picked it back up (twice). 

2: A new Braavosi restaurant that operated mostly in take-out had opened exactly one block from his apartment. 

3: His younger brother had begun a kickboxing class at his university’s gym.

Two of those things were directly related to the state of Aegon's suit; he tended to graze and snack when he wasn’t smoking, and nothing was better for nicotine cravings than a full stomach. In service of that goal, Braavosi food was surprisingly heavy for seafood-it worked even better than ice cream, leaving him calm and sleepy rather than sugared and jittery. 

The third thing that happened was still related to the bite and squeeze of his suit, but in a slightly more indirect way. 

Aemond’s kickboxing class shouldn’t have affected him at all, but it did, in a way. It affected Aegon because when Aemond talked about it, he got the most shit eating little smirk, and Aegon had to sit across from him at the weekly family dinners their father insisted upon and look at his stupid pointy face. Something in Aegon just filled up with spite at the sight of that smirk (or self loathing or jealousy or loneliness, or some disgusting cocktail of all of those feelings topped off with some delicious ‘I wish mother was that attentive to what I say’ sprinkles), and sometimes that spite drove him to take thirds of supper and seconds of dessert, just for the satisfaction of catching a split second of disgust on his brothers face. It was fine. That’s normal and fine and extremely regular, well adjusted behavior. 

So, yeah, a few things had happened in the past ten or so months, things which all contributed in some way to the current bite and pinch of Aegon’s suit trousers into his thick hips (Thankfully not into the sensitive flesh of his belly; he’d had to make the executive decision of buttoning the stupid pants underneath it. The surrender would’ve hurt his pride if it hadn’t been in tatters for years already.), the uncomfortable snugness of the jacket around his shoulders and upper arms, and the faint creaks of strain ominously issued by his shirt buttons. 

But he’d wiggled into the gods-be-damned thing and shown up, because his mother had bitched (not that convincing) and his grandfather had given him that sharp Hightower glare that made Aegon want to wet his pants and curl up underneath his bed like a 23-year-old toddler (very convincing). 

At the very least, the suit biting into parts of his body that should never be bitten-nonconsensually, at least-was by far the most intolerable part of the night. Haunting the edges of the rented ballroom and periodically flagging down the prettiest waitresses wasn’t the worst way to spend an evening. Seven hells, he’s had worse times at other T&V events (The yacht party of two years ago had been particularly disastrous-Aegon had slipped the bartender a ten moon note in return for never cutting him off, told Helaena that she looked like an egg in her all white blouse and skirt set, then violently upchucked over the side of the boat. Just another addition to ‘Aegon’s Greatest Hits; Familial Humiliation Edition’.) 

Maybe he was being a bit of a bitch about it all-sue him. 

Or maybe sue him because when he turned around from snagging a canapé (or two, or three, fuck off) from a waitress with tits like life preservers, he turned right into the path of the receptionist he’d thought about every time he’d stroked the ol’ dragon for at least three months. 

Oh. Oh fuck. 

In all honesty, being around her made Aegon feel a little bit like an HR disaster-in-waiting. He just couldn’t help himself from sidling up close (far too close for a professional environment, but it wasn’t like Aegon had a real position at T&V anyway) and saying the first thing that popped into his mind-which was usually some variation of a come-on paired with a backhanded compliment. 

He couldn’t help it. He liked the way she would look at him, then away, then back to him, how she’d shift and shrug him off but didn’t get genuinely upset, how sometimes-not often, but sometimes-he made her laugh, and Aegon couldn’t decide if that sound made his heart or his cock warm faster. 

“This is like, super lavish, huh?” 

She was looking at him, expecting a response-undoubtedly taking in his handful of appetizers and straining suit and alcohol-flushed cheeks. Aegon nodded, swallowing down both the mouthful of canapé and the sudden dryness in his mouth. Gods, did she just fucking materialize there?

“I mean, it’s for the kids in fighting cages, y’know? They…need money, I guess. To get out of the cages.” 

That was stupid. He was pleasantly tipsy, sure, but certainly not intoxicated enough to spout garbage like that. He wasn’t even sure that was what the event was for. 

He watched her expression settle into a look somewhere in the valley between confusion and amusement, then shoved the second canapé into his mouth.

Taglist ( I have a fic with a taglist?? wowee): @padfooteyes @fan-goddess

[msdanvers]

Hi there! I absolutely love your gif sets! If you don’t mind me asking, what do you use to edit and make your gifs?

Also, how are you so darn good at finding the perfect images from the show? Do you just have a really good memory of when certain things happened?

omg thank you!! i use adobe photoshop to make them :) if you'd ever like to get into gifmaking, i could link some beginners tutorials!

and sjdfklsdjf i'm afraid the answer is yes i have unfortunately memorized a lotttt of it (and now that i'm getting into making gifs for new fandoms and having to find a specific shot without knowing which season it's even from: i'm remembering the Pain.)

howEVER if it's supercorp scenes you're trying to find, i have a cheat sheet right here for you: x. all credit goes to audrey @/criston-cole because i took screenshots of her google form to make this, back when she was doing a top 10 supercorp moments poll! it doesn't include s6 but still, it's helped me a lot :)

[autism-corner]

erm

[lunarlegend]

just heard a commercial for dementia awareness that was like "where did i put that?" "did i do this thing already?" and all i could think was "that's just my life with ADHD"

[whatevertheywant]

I really really really really really fucking wish that I didn't hang on to petty bull shit that my parents say despite being nearly 30 years old

[bangcakes]

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[pumpking64]

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[hereforyourdispleasure]

My sometimes horrific memory is a blessing because I can look back through other people's boards for Darian and be reshocked at how accurate it is