#carrot craze

[allperfectpets]

Can hamsters eat carrots?

Carrots are a famous vegetable known for their lively orange tone and sweet taste. They are delighted in by people as well as are many times given to different pets too. If you're a hamster proprietor, you may be contemplating whether imparting carrots to your fuzzy friend is protected. In this article, we will investigate whether hamsters can eat carrots, their dietary benefit, potential medical advantages, dangers, and contemplations.

[fandomfloozy]

I feel as if boy bands of the past didn't take enough advantage of their influence over teenage girls in such a way that... Idk, I think an example would get my point across better

Like I wouldn't it be so funny if instead of a little girl hearing that 1D's ideal type of girl has "nice legs" and looking at her own and feeling inadequate, or that Louis Tomlinson loves carrots and fucking RUNNING with it and making it their personality, or that Liam Payne hates spoons and deciding to only ever use forks, that they instead used this INSANE level of accidental influence to promote flossing or something?

Sum "Oh, what's my ideal kind of girl? The kind that drinks water every day"

[lurkinginnernarrator]

Cang Qiong's rumor mill has a new topic.

Peak Lord Shen hasn't been seen in two weeks. The last time he was seen was flying back from An Ding, where he purportedly commandeered some unknown objects from An Ding's storerooms after a hasty discussion with Peak Lord Shang. He entered the Bamboo house and hasn't emerged since.

The most popular theory is Peak Lord Shen is conducting some sort of toeing-the-line-of-taboo ritual.

Eventually, someone convinces Mu Qingfang to do a wellness check.

The Qing Jing disciples greet their Mu-shishu respectfully, the disciple escorting him to the Bamboo House inquiring as to the nature of his visit, seeing as 'Shizun wasn't expecting shishu today.'

"This master is merely here to visit your Shizun."

The disciple bows after announcing Mu Qingfang's arrival.

Mu Qingfang opens the door.

"Shen-shixiong?"

"Mu-shidi? To what do I owe the pleA—FUCK get BACK HERE YOU ARE NOT"—the sounds of struggle reach Mu Qingfang's ears and he leaps to action, striding in to take stock of the situatio...n.

Shen-shixiong is flat on his stomach; outstretched hands tightly grasping a precocious ball of fluff. His eyes gleam in victory, the scene casting it in a more crazed light. There is a heaviness to Shen Qingqiu's eyes that cultivation cannot banish and miscellaneous stains on his person. And, looking around, the Bamboo House is a disaster. Books, brushes, scrolls, inkwells and fans are scattered around, many haphazardly dropped on the floor. There is. Also. Hay?

Mu Qingfang freezes in the doorway. Ball of fluff and Shen Qingqiu also freeze.

"Is... Shixiong alright?"

This seems to snap Shen Qingqiu into action. He scrambles up firmly but with care, cradling the fluffball. Shen Qingqiu gets himself in order as best he can with both his hands occupied and clears his throat.

"Ah...Yes. this master is fine. To what do I owe the pleasure?..."

The fluffball twitches, wriggling until Shen Qingqiu loses his grip on it. It hops to the floor. A juvenile Whitecrested Snowrabbit of Agility stares up at Mu Qingfang.

"This. Shidi could come back at a more opportune time?"

The bunny starts chewing on a scroll.

"I believe that would be best."

Mu Qingfang backs out of the doorway.

He does send tea to help with Shen-Shixiong's fatigue and a subspecies of carrot that Whitecrested Snowrabbits are supposed to favour though.

I wonder what the next topic of Cang Qiong's rumor mill will be?

[ghostbite0]

hi bite :D I just binged your tiny 21 trio tag (I’ve been on a 21 trio craze recently) and I love them so much. If you have any concepts or cute little head cannons for them I’d love to hear them. They’re just perfect😭🫶🏼 I adore your art sm

awhh hello!!! thank you thank you, this is so kind!!!

hmmm... concepts/headcanons... i do have a bunch! I've posted some in the past so i may accidentally repeat myself a bit haha

also, apologies in advance-- a lot of these are going to be centered on obanai, since he's my favorite among the three..... unfortunately i am biased :(

sanemi can't stand the heat, and he warms up really easily. he's also really picky about his textures and he gets really worked up if he's wearing something he deems bad

a lot of the time he's just left in a shirt and a diaper. he just needs a lot of skin showing otherwise he feels constricted

obanai is the opposite--- he needs to be warm at all times. he shivers like a leaf if he's wearing anything that isn't long sleeves and will wail his little heart out if he's cold

giyuu always has his blanket. big or little brained he always has his blanket with him. he hides under it a lot, whether it be to avoid everyone else or just to take a nap

when sanemi cries he is so god damn loud. he shrieks and screams and will kick and throw things; he just doesn't know what to do with himself...

again, obanai is the opposite to sanemi in that he's a silent crier, and he even muffles his little wails with his mittens or by burying himself against someone :(

giyuu and sanemi have an easier time falling asleep compared to obanai. someone has to sit with him to make sure he falls asleep and stays asleep--

otherwise he'll pretend he fell asleep or try to get himself out of his crib

they all have nightmares. all of them.

sometimes they have to sleep separately Or Else

tengen's favorite baby to take care of is, surprisingly, obanai. he likes getting to hold him and coddle him and he always really looks forward to feeding the little guy from his bottle or rocking him to sleep

sanemi was originally his favorite, but then big brained sanemi threw mushed up carrots and rice in his hair, and it took days for tengen to properly clean himself up

giyuu is the only one who is obedient when it comes to food, so long as he gets to feed himself

sanemi is a nightmare. he makes a huge mess every time. he loves playing with his food and trying to feed others (specifically genya) handfuls of said food. he will giggle like a lunatic as he covers himself and his loved ones in food

again since obanai is so small and weak he has to nurse from a bottle which is a nightmare when he's big and small

when he's little brained its a lot easier but he'll still get sick on himself sometimes :( he has a sensitive tummy

baby giyuu LOVES bath time. he would sit there for hours if he could. he has lots of bath toys and goes splash splash

all three of them are obedient with gyomei and kagaya. otherwise at least one of them is being difficult for one reason or another

big brain obanai hates touch but baby brain obanai loves cuddles... it's another way to keep him warm

he also likes to be swaddled

the babies do arts and crafts sometimes and its always a disaster

kaburamaru gets paint and glitter on him and obanai freaks out

sanemi and giyuu try to eat the paint then both start coughing and spitting and losing their minds

mitsuri and tengen teach them how to be more gentle and careful and such and they learn how to finger paint

obanai always paints a snake

mitsuri keeps every single piece and hangs them up around her estate

muichiro helps them make tiny paper planes

obviously they're babies and they can't actually make it but muichiro helps them and lets them think they did it

uhhh thats all i can think of right now, sorry!! i hope this will suffice :,D sorry for taking so long to respond!!

[alohaasaloevera]

guys I’m honestly happy that klance didn’t become canon because I love how as a collective group of people we utilize our right to explore what could have been and create the most smoking hot scenarios ever and yes I obviously wanted more of their friendship growing into this bond stronger than anything else in the universe especially since Voltron has teamwork and family as one of their main lessons but that’s more of a development issue all around…ok besides that there’s something about klance where it provides this PERFECT environment for shippers to inhabit and FEAST upon. With klance, there’s a solid, engaging dynamic between the two set up, which is this weird one-sided rivalry that stems from Lance’s insecurity and his need to prove himself of his worth and Keith literally being one of the best pilots for his age but since they’re flung into space and chosen to become child soldiers in this 10,000 year old intergalactic war so they have to work as a team which surprise surprise forces them to put aside their differences and work as a team which is shown a bunch when Keith needs to become a leader and Lance steps up as his right hand and and they have some kinda tender moments that won’t definitely drive shippers into a shipping craze (or worse) SO YEAH you could see why people loved it with all the classic tropes and mutual growth all that schmooze (ALSO THEY KNEW EACHOTHER BEFORE THE MAIN PLOT??? Well maybe not like friends or even acquaintances probably BUT HELLO?????? EVEN MORE SHIT TO EXPAND ON????), and they share multiple scenes that could be interpreted as romantic but there’s no explicit romance. This environment is fucking dripping drenched flash flooded cornered by 1000ft tsunamis in all directions with potential for shipping, so when people saw this relationship between two bros with this sort of homoerotic (IM JOKING. Kinda.) unresolved tension towards each other and the POTENTIAL for a good slow burn rivals to friends to lovers, it was to no one’s surprise that they went APESHIT. Klancers made countless different ways where they get together whether it be pre-Kerberos, post-gettingthefuckoutofearth, the start of the show, the end of the show, after the end of the show, right smack in the middle, anywhere, anytime, for who the fuck knows why just ANY REASON DAMN IT it doesn’t really matter because people were pumping out fanfiction or fan art or any fan media of klance faster than I spit out a raw baby carrot after chewing it for one second and now we’re all wallowing about how it should have been KICK but the thing is that if VLD did KICK all the way to Altea, the production of these beautiful stories that so many people have and still are coming up with about klance kissing in midst of a battle, helping each other with their crippling nightmares, smiling for the stars or some other sad premise, and whatever is nestled in his pulse…just like uhhh the amount of fics like these that go into great detail about Keith and Lance in these random situations that end up with them getting together being produced would go down to some degree because of the fact that if the people’s beloved sharpshooter and samurai had ended up together like we had wanted, and the majority was satisfied with the ending the creators had given, people would have shifted from writing about “How could Lance and Keith get together?” to writing about “What could Lance and Keith do now that they’re together?” And like. There’s nothing wrong with that honestly I would be HYPED if klance was ever canon but there is profound beauty in the way the community is able to create more from less and turn a show that went to shit in the last few seasons shine even brighter than it did at its prime. Like I wouldn’t trade my favorite fics 4 anything.

—

Ok another little thing I’m going to put here: With Klance, all I wanted was for them to be great friends 😭😭😭. I tend to prefer klance becoming canon in later seasons or at the end or even an open ending with no confirmed romantic relationships because I am a sucker for character development and the idea of Keith and Lance both harboring these feelings that at first are just admiration and respect but then escalate to yearning for one another or becoming close friends at the end of the show and getting to imagine anything I want post canon is EVERYTHING if you give me S7 Garrison klance I’ll keel over and thank you like I was a second away from dying of thirst and your gift was a truck load of water

[witchofthesouls]

You know the film Who Framed Rodger Rabbit where humans and Toons live there together?

Imagine the sheer chaos to occur if any Transformers iterations landed on that type of Earth. No one knows who the fuck these giant robots are as they definitely aren't Toons. Meanwhile the bots can't help but be confused by these strange creatures living alongside the organics.

The Toons however see both factions as perfect targets for mischief. Starscream crashing into a wall via a super realistic painting, poor Optimus getting flowers full of dynamite or Bumblebee having multiple 'Kick Me I'm Fake' signs plaster on his bumper by Toon cars. Megatron feels like they landed in a looney bin as he fails to intimidate the 50th cartoon rat on the ship.

This probably lead to kidnapping a human cause no one is making progress when they're constantly getting menaced by law defying entities.

Oh man, the childhood nostalgia is so real here 🤣🤣

Look, the Toons would break the Autobots and the Decepticons. Cybertronians are not strangers to special powers, but beings that regularly defy all sense of laws in such a blase, hilarious manner without one ounce of logic yet yield so much damage?

The factions' respective medbays will be constantly full of mecha with processor crashes and circuit burnout. Soundwave, Prowl, and Red Alert will have to be put into long-term stasis for their mental and emotional health.

You want peace? Or a long-term armistice? Send in Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck as Trojan Horses.

There is no escape from their antics. Those creatures are everywhere.

Land. Sea. Air. Fucking space in a random astro-suit.

(Mechs would be driven mad trying to find who the hell is Marvin the Martian in any database. Including the Galactic Alliance.)

Even Megatron will break.

He will become hollow mech, desperate for respite, and beg for mercy. A new phobia for the fear of the sound of carrots being crunched and chewed would be implemented in their disorders. As well as Daffy's crazed laughter once they can reliably track it.

But the biggest kicker? All the humans would just chuckle or outright laugh at their declarations. Aliens? Really? Are you sure? What's the gimmick?

Many humans shake their heads, elbowing people around them because there's a new joke going around. Apparently, the Toons caught into the mecha anime explosion, so now they have sentient Gundams walking around with an epic battle of good versus evil.

(Que some Americans shouting things in Japanese. Some want to improve or keep up their language skills. Others just want to be dicks. It would be funnier if humans had so much experience picking out the robots in disguise from the Toons' general mayhem and shenanigans.)

The Toons know that those are real aliens but are too delighted by the sheer potential chaos of having fresh meat, ahem, new neighbors.

[banannabethchase]

10 and C for codyjey

French Fries and Thievery

~

10) "Absolutely not. Unless you ask nicely.", c) While stealing each other's food

~

“No.”

“What?” Cody asks, and it’s innocent enough that Jey almost believes it was unintentional.

“Don’t ‘what’ me,” Jey says. “You were going for my French fries.”

“I was not!” Cody says. There’s mischief behind his eyes that makes Jey want to forget their fast food dinner in favor of other things. “I was inspecting them. You can’t be too careful. Maybe a crazed fan made those French fries.”

“You’re out of your mind,” Jey says. He rolls his eyes and adjusts his seat. “That’s why you should have gotten fries with that stupid sandwich.”

“It’s a great sandwich!” Cody argues. “Delicious.”

“It’s a grilled chicken cutlet with lettuce wrap and a bunch of carrots for a side.” Jey stares at Cody as he puts a French fry in his mouth. “And you’re trying to steal my fries.”

“I am not!”

“If you lie again, I’m not having sex with you tonight.” He bites a French fry.

“You and I both know that’s not true.” Cody takes another bite of his so-called sandwich.

“I know you have to keep that champ body tight,” Jey says, “but it wouldn’t kill you to get the French fries every once in a while.”

“So that means I can steal yours?” Cody leans in. “Pretty please?”

“Nope,” Jey says. “But if you ask nice, I’ll give you something else.”

Cody cackles his way through another bite of his sandwich and Jey makes a very big show out of eating the fries.

[theygotlost]

ok. here is my attempt to make a coherent post about the watch bbc.

my main reaction, over and over again watching the first episode, is: CHOICES WERE MADE. truly inscrutable choices for which I cannot possibly understand the rationale or thought process. If I was adapting discworld for the screen, it would ever in a million years occur to me to make these choices. some of these choices include, in no particular order:

cut-me-own-throat dibbler is a white woman with dreadlocs who uses a wheelchair. I can NOT make this up.

vetinari is also a woman. .....I have nothing else to say about this.

instead of a dragon sanctuary, sybil runs some kind of femdom petplay sex dungeon for bedraggled old men. including vimes. and this is how they meet. she traps him in her sex dungeon.

she's also skinny and average height. I repeat: sybil ramkin is SHORTER THAN VIMES.

the actor playing vimes does have a very vimey look about him I won't lie, I even like his little fauxhawk hair situation, but his performance is completely baffling. he's always making an over-the-top jim carrey face but doesn't sell it nearly as well as jim carrey so it's just awkward and not funny.

vimes' accent is also completely unplaceable. I swear it's different in every single scene. sometimes american, sometimes irish, sometimes an american doing a bad impression of an irish accent or vice versa. watching @fealtyfaggot (irish)'s face in real time as he tried to calculate this man's accent was entertaining to say the least.

honestly, every actor sounds like the director instructed them to do an irish accent except they're all bad at irish accents so they all sound weird in their own unique way.

goodboy bindle featherstone is a normal-sized, horrible cgi lizard and sybil uses him like a handheld flamethrower.

the series is attempting (and FAILING) to adapt the events of guards! guards! and night watch simultaneously. carcer is killmongerfied into a black man (not raceblind casting as ciarán pointed out to me, they specifically put out a casting call for a black actor) who is justifiably angry at the police system. and he's carcer. so he's still the main antagonist and a crazed serial killer. he's the bad guy.

john keel was also black and vimes is white, so while it doesn't actually happen in the first episode it seems apparent that CARCER will end up being the one to impersonate keel?!

AND carcer was best friends with vimes and they had some kind of ~history~ together where there was some kind of dramatic betrayal and vimes attempted suicide(?). what

I guess dwarves are.... not short? cheery is normal human height.

carrot's tragic backstory where he was thrown down a mineshaft as a baby (I laughed out loud when he said this) and his adoptive dwarf parents sent him to join the watch cause they hate him and are trying to get rid of him.

just...... why the cyberpunk angle? discworld isn't the most traditional, historically accurate medieval fantasy out there and it's not supposed to be, but.... WHY CYBERPUNK?

I almost forgot: colon and nobby are completely absent.

my only question after watching this is WHY. WHY WHY WHY WHY. why is this a discworld adaptation? why did they decide to adapt discworld in this way? there is absolutely no respect or appreciation for the source material or understanding of what makes it good. whoever came up with this does not seem to like discworld very much at all. every single second of these 42 minutes was a slap in the face.

If this was just its own show, not related to discworld in any way, it would still be pretty bad. But I could still see it having a cult following you know? there would for sure be a niche tumblr fandom for it. the best thing I can say about this show is that it would have been good if literally everthing about it was different.

[marshmallowprotection]

So. V Bad Relationship Ending 1, on the 7th day...I have some thoughts. (sorry V, I only have love for the white haired boys ♡ bad endings on V route are my only forte)

Ray is really panicked and frantic in the story mode- more "dark/danger Ray" coded than his typical breakdowns where he's crying and begging you to not leave him and wanting reassurance. Here, he's very *directly* threatening you because you made him panicked and very fearful of his security with/his trust in you.

I wonder how Ray would respond to someone that would go out of their way to interrupt his crazed thoughts- about betraying him, liking the AIs more than him- and insist that they only strayed from the game because they only wanted to talk to him. Because in the story mode, you don't get an option to respond after he spirals.

I think Ray would respond to comfort better in a state where he's purely distressed and breaking down vs Ray when he feels the need to "fix" and "correct" something you've done that he perceives as wrong because his security feels threatened by you...you see what I mean? His state of mind would greatly influence how much weight your words have on him!

Typically he is able to find some reprieve and comfort in your words, but under these circumstances he might insist that you're trying to manipulate/lie to him.

Anyways, I'm rambling about how creepy scary dangerous emotional state Ray would respond to someone trying to assure him they want to be with and talk only to him when he's entirely convinced you need to be punished for a wrongdoing (in his eyes)

The problem with this ending is simple. He is overcome with paranoia and it is next to impossible to pull him out of the state of paranoia. It feels that way for a reason.

It doesn't matter how much you try to reason with him, once he has it in his head that you are trying to manipulate him because you've been manipulated by the person he hates the most—it's going to be difficult to convince him that you are not twisted by the arm. He is all but paranoid about losing you to the very thing that stole his joy from the beginning. The outside world that he was never allowed to exist in and all its wonders.

The outside world that readily accepts his brother who "abandoned" him with open arms, the outside world that accepts V who "turned against him and Rika" to save himself. A world like that isn't fair to someone like him and he can't stand the thought of that world ever hurting you like it hurt him. If you believe in the lies...

God, you'll be destroyed.

He has convinced himself without listening to a single word you've said to him that you have been brainwashed. You have to remember that paradise has been sold to him as a place where he can inevitably end up with you and no longer have to work himself to death.

Paradise is a carrot on a string. It is a carrot he will never be able to reach, and no matter how much he tries to convince himself of that, it is the truth. You're also a part of that carrot. Every time he tries to reach you or the paradise he's working so hard for, he gets hit with the stick that's holding the string. 

He has convinced himself that fantasy is better than reality.

You can't necessarily blame him for believing in that because it was the only thing he was allowed to have, but you can blame him for where he takes that fantasy and how he conceptualizes it under Rika’s thumb. That fantasy of you was the only thing that kept him alive during the lowest points of his existence, and it's no wonder that he continues to chase after that version of you in his head because it's the only thing that's ever made him feel like he's not alone. 

When you get the good ending in his route, it's because you gave him the opportunity to understand that real life is better than fiction, and he can choose the life he wants instead of chasing after a pipe dream that will never come true. 

In V’s route, you never gave him a chance. You're not obligated by law to give him a chance or anything, mind you. You don't have to be nice to him and you don't have to be considerate of him when it doesn't... really seem like he's all that considerate of you.

You don't have to risk everything on getting to know him, but if you value his happiness or seeing his happily ever after to completion, you would want him to have an opportunity to live in a world that he deserves to live in rather than one that has been transformed into a gilded cage not only for you, but for him as well. 

This cage isn't safe for either one of you, but it's hard to convince him to leave it when it's the only thing he's been taught to believe in and all other avenues feel like death. Do I think it would be impossible to reach him in this bad ending? No, but I do think it would be hard to convince him that you're not trying to "side" with Saeyoung or V. He's afraid of them because of what Rika did to him. You can't use them as voices of reason.

I think the best way to get to him would be to reason with his pain and your pain, too. That's how it works in Ray Route. You fight to help him see that you don't want him to destroy himself and you don't want to watch him destroy himself to make a gilded cage for the two of you. As far as what he might do in the process of you trying to win him over... I'm not sure. In V Route and the Day 4 Bad Ending, he has no point of hesitating in implying that he could use the elixir to help you see what he believes in.

I suppose the best I can give you is a concept I've explored before in one of my own Danger Ray stories. Elixir kisses. He surprises you in a split second by being bold enough to give you a kiss, but that kiss is laced with elixir and when you gasp, you've got no choice but to sit there and swallow the bitter liquid. He promises the kisses make it... sweeter, but in truth, it burns more like betrayal.

[cosmiicblink]

So I got in my car and I drove over to the donuts shop

And I walked on up to the guy behind the counter

And he says "Yeah, what do ya want?"

I said "You got any glazed donuts?"

He said "No, we're outta glazed donuts"

I said "Well, you got any jelly donuts?"

He said "No, we're outta jelly donuts"

I said "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?"

He said "No, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts"

I said “You got any carrot cake donuts?”

He said “No, we’re outta carrot cake donuts”

I said “You got any croissants?”

He said “No, we’re outta croissants”

I said “You got any powdered donuts?”

He said “No, we’re outta powdered donuts”

I said “You got any frosted donuts?”

He said “No, we’re outta frosted donuts”

I said "You got any cinnamon rolls?"

He said "No, we're outta cinnamon rolls"

I said “You got any strawberry donuts?”

He said “No, we’re outta strawberry donuts”

I said “You got any chocolate donuts?”

He said “No, we’re outta chocolate donuts”

I said “You got any Boston cream donuts?”

He said “No, we’re outta Boston cream donuts”

I said "You got any apple fritters?"

He said "No, we're outta apple fritters"

I said “You got any blueberry donuts?”

He said “No, we’re outta blueberry donuts”

I said "You got any bear claws?"

He said "Wait a minute, I'll go check"

"No, we're outta bear claws"

I said "Well, in that case, in that case, what do you have?"

He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels"

I said "OK, I'll take that"

IM GOING TO D IE

[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

Jealousy

yuki soma x fem!reader

oneshot

request: yes/no: by someone on wattpad

A/n: this oneshot was part of a collection I had titled Smile! wanted to post it here because I can and feel like it would be more appreciated here. Lol

Word count: 1007w

Not proofread 😅

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The more you hung around Kyo, the more Yuki got jealous. Yuki didn't realize he was jealous until that jealously he held bubbled over and he lashed out.

It happened at Shigure's house when you came over to hang out with Tohru but you were really there to see Kyo. Don't get me wrong, you liked Tohru but Kyo was interesting to you because you knew everything about Tohru.

So, you wanted to get know Kyo, Yuki on the other hand, you tried to keep your distance and avoid him at school. The only reason being because of the Prince Yuki FanClub, they scared you to the point that you kept your distance for the so-called Prince of the School. You didn't want to get harassed.

But that didn't mean you disliked Yuki, you actually had a small crush on the Soma boy. You didn't really know what drawn you to Yuki but you kept you feelings for Yuki under wraps because of his crazed fan club.

"Hello, Tohru!" You greeted her at the door.

"Oh! Y/n! Hello, come on in." Tohru smiled at you letting you through the door.

"Are Kyo and Yuki here?" You asked taking off you shoes.

"Uh, yeah, Kyo's here. But, I don't know where Soma is." Tohru said.

You frowned a bit at Tohru's answer as you followed her to the living room, where Shigure and Kyo sat.

"Hello, Shigure, Kyo." You greeted the two Somas.

Both Somas turned to face the girl, Shigure smiled at her as Kyo closed his eyes turning away with a light pink blush as his face.

"Hello there, Y/n. A pleasure seeing you as always." Shigure greeted.

You laughed at the novelist. "Hello to you too Shigure." You said.

"Are you here to see our precious Kyo?" Shigure teased as Kyo blushed and flinched at his statement.

"No, I'm not just here to see Kyo. I'm here to see Yuki and Tohru," You said. "We're all friends here, right?"

"Yeah, exactly!" Tohru exclaimed cheerfully.

"Well, I'm sorry, but Yuki went out for a bit. But, he'll be back soon too." Shigure said.

"Awww~! That's too bad, I never get to talk to Yuki." You whined out.

Kyo clicked his tongue in annoyance, but didn't saying anything just looked away.

"Mh? You want to say something, Kyo?" You asked the carrot top.

"No." He answered quickly.

You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side.

"Oh! Miss l/n, hello." Yuki's voice startled you as you jumped and turned around seeing Yuki behind you.

"Oh! Soma, welcome back." Tohru greeted the boy.

"Y-Yeah, hey, Yuki." You stumbled out, wiping you sweat hands on the sides of your pants.

Yuki smiled at you and smiled nervously back as you went over to sit next to Kyo as Tohru said she was going make tea. You didn't even see Yuki give Kyo a dirty look, Shigure smirked at this, knowing how jealous Yuki could get when it came to you.

Yuki sat down at the other side of the table as you teased Kyo, laughing as he yelled at you while Yuki kept silent glance up at the two every now and then. You and Kyo stood up as two of you argued about something, you were smiling and laughing as Kyo growled yet had a small ghost of smile on his lips.

Yuki felt jealously bubble a bit in the pit of his stomach that when he got up from his spot and striked Kyo in the face sending him into the paper door and into the yard. Yuki's eyes shot wide as he left the room.

"Oh, Yuki. Don't know how control those emotions you have." Shigure commented.

"What do you mean?" Tohru asked Shigure, who smirked.

You frowned as you went after him. "Shigure, Yuki's room is upstairs, yeah?" You asked.

Shigure nodded as you made your way upstairs to hunt for Yuki. You didn't find Yuki in his room, you found him sitting in the hall with his arms resting on his knees with his head down.

"Yuki?" He flinched hearing you call his name.

"I'm sorry," Yuki mumbled. "I wish you didn't see that side of me." He said.

"Why'd you do that to Kyo?" You asked him.

Yuki looked up at you. "I didn't like that you are always with that Stupid Cat."

Your eyes widened as your face flushed a pink hue. "Yuki? Are you jealous of Kyo?" You asked curiously.

Yuki looked up at you with a smirk on his lips. "Maybe I am." He said as he stood up and pinned you against the wall.

"Y-Yuki." You blushed an even deep color. This was super out of character for him and you surprisingly liked it.

"Miss l/n, I just want you to know that I have feelings for you, I know that we don't talk often but seeing your smile everyday makes my heart pound. Your so kind to everyone and that's why I fell for you." Yuki said.

Your heart was pounding. Was he serious? Did he truly have feelings for you?

"Yuki, I... I have feelings for you too, I really wanted to get to know you but it's so hard to get close to you, I know I'm already one of Tohru's friends but we were all in different classes. And those girls from your so-called fan club scared." You sighed out.

Yuki chuckled, petting your hair. "You'll be just fine. You worry too much." He said.

"I guess," You chuckled with a smile. "I guess I do."

"Miss l/n?" He asked.

"Huh?" You answered him.

“Can I... can I kiss you?" Yuki asked as a pink tint appeared across his cheeks.

You nodded as Yuki leaned in places his lips against yours. As he pulled away, you placed a hand on his cheek.

"And please Yuki," You said to him. "Call me Y/n."

His face flushed a deep red. "Of course, Y-Y/n."

[monstrous-tournament]

Ankh-Morpork City Watch Tournament!

Ankh-Morpork's One True King All Around Good Boy, Carrot "Head-Banger" Ironfoundersson is a human brought up by dwarfs and then further up by humans. Carrot genuinely thinks everyone is a decent and good person in their heart. And oddly enough, people find themselves not wanting to disappoint him in that. If anyone else tried it, they'd be a smear on the cobbles - but Captain Carrot has krisma.

Detritus is the longest-serving troll member of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch. Before getting this job, Detritus had been a splatter (like a bouncer, but with more force) at the Broken/Mended Drum. During the Moving Pictures Craze, he got involved with Ruby, who wanted him to better himself; thus his change of careers. He is very well-versed in patiently questioning suspects, training new recruits, and Being Tactful. He wears adapted battle elephant armor and carries a 2000-lb-draw siege crossbow (the Piecemaker) as a hand weapon.

[restlesscrybaby]

I really love your writing style ✨I was wondering if you could do something with the reader taking care of a sick jack?

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Yes yes I can!!

~ SICK JACK HORNER BEING TAKEN CARE OF BY READER HEADCANONS. ~

~ CONTENT WARNING: None. ~

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ACCHHHOOO!

You knew that well enough.

You guys sat in his office, but you had been taking care of dusting and sweeping the shelves and everything. Your head turned towards him.

You already told him he didn't look good.

Did he listen?

Of course not.

Now, he was pale, no color to his cheeks, some snot easily running down from his hooked nose, his eyes tiredly blinking as he reached and pinched a tissue from the box, easily pulling towards him and pulling one out. He brought it to his face, covering his nose with it and soon you heard the sound of snot practically shooting into the poor napkin.

You sighed, as you quietly approached, as you used a hand to set it upon his shoulder. You said he should go home, it's obvious he's sick.

Did he want too? Of course not!

He needed to be here. He couldn't miss work for anything!

But, soon, you bribed him.

Of course, by pleading, probably even by tearing up.

You chose to go with him, as he waved a hand towards a simple assistant, who wrote down tasks for the day. She had the ground for the day. He must've believed he'd only need a single day. Ha.

He took small steps, not the big strides he usually did. His chest wasn't propped out, even hunched just a tad. His hands were shakey, it was obvious he didn't feel good, yet he never listened to you.

Of course, he got taken home with you, as he leaned against the cushioned seat of the carriage. His eyelids draping over his eyes, but they shot open every now and again. He was tired. You were so worried.

"Jack?" You mumbled out, as one of your hands slid towards his, easily snaking it to his hands. Your fingers intertwining the best they could with his.

His eyes peered over, soon focusing on your being. He sat up, seeming to struggle. Everything must've hurt. Duh. Because he was sick! What a fool! You used your other hand, putting it on his upper arm.

"No, no," Panic struck your tone, like some earthquake, "Just lean back, okay?"

He was confused, obviously. He questioned you, you could tell he was sick. That snotty voice that bubbled out of his throat when he spoke was even a bigger hint.

You told him you were going to take care of him.

Wha?

You?

He shook his head. No. No. He didn't need help to be taken care of. He knew he could handle some little sneezey-coughy.

Of course, your face fell into a face of aggravation, your expression reading 'Are you serious?'

...

Soon, you both got home. You watched as he stumbled just a bit, as he entered the front door. The water wheels on the side of the home did their favorite routine, as you followed inside after him. You closed that large mahogany door with your hip, as you slid off your shoes right beside the door. Of course, he was already in bed, relaxing under a blanket you had bought for yourself. You didn't mind, really.

You stepped in, as the sheer canopy curtains showed his silhouette, just laying there.

He knew he could get up and get himself food, drinks, medicine, he can take care of himself. Maids will just cook, make the drinks, buy the medicine, that's all.

But, you knew better.

You gave him time.

Soon, you made a delicious chicken noodle soup. The noodles curled only slightly, the carrots were bought from Peter Rabbit's Carrot Craze, perfectly cut and seasoned into the soup. Bits of chicken that you made sure to cook just right were cut and put in it, making sure it was just good enough. You poured it into a large China bowl, hearing the splash and the sizzling as it settled into its new home. The rest was sat back upon the turned off stove. You carried it, carefully to rhe room as you silently approached the bed..

You opened the curtain, as his eyelids raised up, slow like a theater curtain. His eyes read tired, as you held out the soup.

He easily tried to lift up, but you told him lay back. He fell back, the beds wood practically creaking in agony from the pressure.

You held out the hot bowl of soup, but you thought for a moment. You picked up the spoon, scooping some of the soup into the spoon and holding it up to his mouth.

He was confused, so confused. Don't treat him like a child.

But you pryed. And you kept prying.

Of course, eventually he opened his mouth, as you pushed in the soup into his mouth. He closed and he ate the soup.

And you returned the routine.

Until he was done, as you set it upon the desk. You prepared to press your wrist against his forehead for his temperature, but he suddenly grabbed you.

He wrapped your arms around your waist, picking you up and holding you close, as though you were a teddy bear. He curled up his legs, his face burying deep into your hair as you gasped.

You tried to reason to get out.

But he didn't budge. He squeezed you, as you heard him mumble something that you could tell was him asking you to stay right by him.

Oh, how pitiful he got when he got sick. His eyes closing as he started to fall asleep, now you were truly stuck.

Now, most of the time, you had to slip out and make sure to get his food ready for his sickness to be able to go away. You gave him medicine. Got him drinks. You had to plead for him to let you go.

Luckily, he soon started feeling better.

...

Bad news.

Now you're sick.

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SURRY THIS IS RUSHED AAAAAA

Me when tests make me rush;

Enjoy tho!!

[antimony-medusa]

OSMP Denizens Sleeping Habits

Ranboo: She has carefully set up a four-poster bed with purple (has to be purple) hangings, and little gold chains. She sleeps in a lovely set of lacy pajamas with an eye mask and hand-cream gloves. About half of the time one of her bed posts falls on the bed while she’s asleep and she comes awake in a furious panic.

TommyInnit: He’s very convinced that it’s a nice nest and will proclaim this loudly, but like, it’s mostly a lot of sticks covered in moss. He stuffs shed feathers in the cracks, and curls up in a quilt he stole from Phil, and snores very loudly.

Niki Nihachu: She has a kelp bed that she carefully moors herself in, so after a nice hot snack (Jack’s got her in the hot drink trend), and taking care that her pet crabs and axolotls are safe, she ties herself in place and drifts off to sleep.

Tubbo: Passes out in random locations.

Philza: Has a very nice nest up high with a careful mattress-and-quilt base to it (the quilt is from his wife), and artfully woven sides, and he can lean over the side and spy on everyone if he needs to.

Jack Manifold: He drinks a hot drink and puts on his thermal pajams (he does not have the ones with a butt flap and if Tommy said so he was lying, these are made of asbestos and they’re very dignified), and he curls up in a shallow lava bath and he sleeps with his mouth open, drooling.

Sneegsnag: He has bored a hole in a tree, it is very sweet and cute and cottagecore inside-- acorn table, leaf bed, water drop dispenser, sugar dispenser. He goes on a sugar-high craze about once a week and wrecks it cause he’s moving too fast and has to bore a new hold and rebuild. The tree is becoming structurally unstable.

Smajor: It’s just a single bed, but it’s set right up underneath a skylight so the stars can see him. He has space-patterned sheets, and sleeps with a tape of ocean noise, and a hot water bottle, cause he’s cold.

Badlinu: He has a New and Modern nest of his own design, which is mostly a crate of 2 by 4s set up around a walmart single mattres and comforter (he does not have sheets on the bed). You have to climb up the side and worm between the boards and the ceiling and then fall onto the bed. He insists he sleeps soundly in this.

CaptainSparklez: King-sized bed, high thread-count egyptian linen, aromatherapy setup, white noise machine, yoga before bed, turning off his phone an hour before bed and reading a paper book, 10:30 bedtime. Or that’s what he’s supposed to do. Half the time he falls into bed at 3am because he’s been playing COD too late and sleeps on top of the covers.

Technoblade: He has a warren and if someone (tommy) manages to work their way into it they’ll find a very ordinary ikea-furnished bedroom in a logical place for a bedroom. He does not sleep there, he has a very secret futon with carrot-printed sheets and a gold-ore-printed duvet, that is in a classified location. No one (no one) gets to know where that is.

Fundy: Logically, you should not be able to get to his bed with the amount of stolen items there are crammed into his bedroom. It should not work. He manages it anyway, and he sleeps curled around and inside the most valuable thing he possesses currently, which is Captain Sparklez’s netherite armour. The captain thinks he misplaced it, but no. Fundy is cuddling it while he sleeps.

Shubble: She didn’t know what bedrooms were supposed to look like so she googled “cute bedrooms” and recreated the top hit. Wilbur and Jack both helped build it, sniping at each other the whole time. It’s adorable and has many cushions on the bed.

Beau Beautie_: Has decided that she doesn’t want to sleep in a nest, so she has a bedroom that is a careful imitation of Shubble’s Pinterest-Inspired room, including the huge collection of pillows. Most of the time she has to use the pillows to make a little nest so she can stay asleep, but she’s determined to ignore that.

Wilbur Soot: Has a little nest set up in a dark room. Big soundproof curtains on the windows drape over the woven sides of the nest, and sometimes he gets them tangled up with the quilt. He has a switch charging port set up for when he gets nightmares, which happens fairly frequently.

Jschlatt/Fragrance Man/Man: Drinks a fifth of whiskey, sleeps in his vestments on the couch. Like he has a bed but it’s used to store laundry and a cat. He doesn’t sleep super well, but he wakes up still drunk, so he’s not hungover.

James Marriot: Didn’t want to take the time to build a bed, is secretly sleeping in Schlatt’s bed when he’s not looking. He doesn’t sleep super well either, and somehow he does wake up with a hangover despite not having drunk the night before.

Charlie Slimecicile: Bucket.

[dapperstein]

Taming The Wolf - Part 3

Words: ~2200

A/N: Also on AO3 under the alias rainy_mind_games. Warnings for possessive behaviour, accidental self-injury.

If there was any one thing about Chase that bothered Marvin... well he hadn't figured it out yet.

Despite his puppy's many attempts at getting his new collar off, and the lack of regard for both their safety if it did happen to become unstuck, Marvin still loved him, wolf and all.

The wolf of which was now trapped behind the enchantment he'd placed on the collar, still existing as part of his wonderful boyfriend, but in a much more tame form that he could call out, interact with, or tone down whenever he pleased.

Chase was obviously not sure what all the fuss was about whenever he touched the collar--to have Marvin basically jump on him and shout was an entirely new experience that he didn't particularly enjoy.

And it wasn't that he was even getting more attention than usual for Marvin to notice every time he so much as laid a finger against the leather, but he did once again, just to test it.

Marvin had gone outside. He was gardening, while at the same time strengthening his magical abilities.

The plants he needed for dinner grew before his very eyes, a squash and some carrots, and some beets for extra colour. Chase could make a nice soup with these, he thought, just before his throat constricted and he ran back inside.

"Don't touch it!" he called for what felt like the hundredth time, carrying the vegetables to the sink to use for later.

Soft footsteps followed him, and arms wrapped around his chest from behind. "Don't touch what?" Chase asked innocently, then pinched Marvin's collarbone. "You didn't even look at me that time, what the hell did you do?"

Marvin frowned and rubbed at the tender spot as he turned. "I told you not to worry about that, and not to touch the collar. Those are the only two things I'm asking of you, are they so hard?"

His frown deepened as Chase's expression hardened into a glare. "Why must you be so difficult?"

"I think I'm allowed to be difficult. I'm the one that saved you, aren't I?"

"Don't you dare use that against me," Chase hissed. "I didn't ask for any of this!" Once again he lifted his hand to the collar buckle and pulled. "Get this thing off of me!"

The magician swallowed against the blockage in his throat and wrestled Chase's hand away from his body.

It took a minute but when the dust finally settled, Marvin was the one in a bind, arm behind his back while Chase held him against the counter. Face to face, Chase took a good look at him.

Aside from the tiredness he'd noticed on his face this morning, there was a magic crazed look in those deep as an ocean eyes as well. All those nights figuring out whatever spells Chase knew he'd been working on had caught up to him. But he couldn't hold that against him. Right?

Sighing, he let go of Marvin and sunk into one of the chairs at their small breakfast table.

"God dammit, Marv."

Marvin made his way to the chair across from him and sat with his hands out for Chase to grab onto. For a moment Chase sat there, dumbfounded, before making the effort to close the gap, joining their hands.

He looked up into Marvin's eyes and, fuck, that was a bad idea.

A rainbow of colours and more swirled in his once solid midnight irises and Chase didn't know what to make of it. He followed the red around before it morphed into orange, then yellow, and so on.

"You're not actually mad at me, are you, Chase?" Marvin mumbled, earning an automatic shake of his boyfriend's head. "Good... now, will you please be a good boy and stop trying to remove your collar, our safety? You understand the concept of safety. It's why you hid your secret from me in the first place."

Was it? Chase recalled thinking only of Marvin's safety for the past several moons, but he didn't remember why.

Marvin could handle himself, he didn't need Chase to protect him, which is why he gave him this wonderful gift. It all made sense. It all made... perfect sense.

If he focused he could almost feel the anger of the wolf wanting to break free, but Marvin was calling his attention back and he's known and trusted Marvin so much longer.

He looked back into his eyes, back to that same midnight colour he'd grown to love.

Dark as the skies at the deepest hour of night, and that deepness was as deep as his love for Marvin went. When he brought his hand up to the collar again, it wasn't to try and undo it, but to touch it gently, lovingly. Marvin smiled.

A few hours later, Chase was cutting the veggies Marvin had picked for dinner. He watched him outside of the window, shooting spells into the sky like fireworks. Man, he missed fireworks.

The spell of hypnosis had worn off and he was angrier than ever, yet there was still that underlying feeling of wrongness when the wolf's anger didn't match the intensity. Of course, the worry lessened now he felt it at all once again, but that didn't null the fact that his wolf could always outdo his human sized anger any day of the week.

Especially when it came to Marvin.

It seemed his magician boyfriend was a special case for the magical wolf inside him, able to decrease his mood just by Chase and Marvin being in the same room.

Chase recalled something about a dog's intuition about a person being unusually correct for something non-magical, so he could only assume that intuition was amplified in something like a were-creature.

Yet, sadly, he hadn't listened before, and now he was stuck, practically chained like a dog.

There had to be some way to get out of this collar without alerting Marvin.

Maybe without touching it? No, because the buckle was at the back and even if he turned it, it'd take two hands to pry the stuck metal open.

That only left one option: cutting it. So long as the spell enchanting it reacted only to human contact, then a pair of scissors would cut the gift off nicely, surely.

It just so happened he had a pair of kitchen shears right next to him. Now if he could only slink away without getting Marvin's guard up...

Marvin looked at the window and smiled after showing off a particularly difficult spell he'd been trying to master. He watched Chase throw up his hands in a double thumbs up motion, before motioning the sign for toilet right after.

"Okay!" Marvin shouted, earning a grin and another thumbs up as he headed off.

The scissors were in his pocket and he had a locked door to hide behind. If this didn't work, then Chase had no ideas left. If this didn't work, he might not be able to come up with more, either, depending on Marvin's state of mind.

He stared into the mirror with the scissors in his hand, and placed the blades against the leather.

No immediate busting down of doors was heard. Was he actually safe?

He tightened his grip and made the first dent. A small sound as the leather tore apart, before he reached a snag.

He hadn't accounted enough cutting space for the other adjustment holes, and cut right into one of the little metal circles, getting the scissors successfully stuck and without being able to touch the collar, trying to pry them back open was useless.

Just as he was about to give up and do it, a knock sounded on the door.

"Chase? You're taking an awful long time in there, love. Is everything okay?" Marvin called.

His hand slipped and the scissors were upside down against his neck, stuck in the metal button, the tip of the other side pressing into his sensitive skin.

"Fine," he tried to respond, but yelped when the scissors all but cut his artery open.

Immediately, magic surrounded his side of the locked doorknob and unlocked it before Marvin swept in, watching as Chase backed away. Blood trailed in several conjoined rivers down the side of his neck.

They stood in silence for a solid 30 seconds before Chase collapsed into a sobbing heap on the bathroom floor, just making the scissors cut into him more.

"Baby..." Marvin cooed, sliding down to the floor next to him and making the scissors vanish.

That still left the triplet trails of blood draining from a spot directly behind the collar, but he chose to ignore it for the time being--as long as Chase wasn't actively bleeding to death.

"I'm... sorry," Chase hiccupped between sobs. "It's all my fault, I'm a screw-up."

Marvin's silence permeated the air in a suffocating way, until finally, "You're not a screw-up, Chase. It's my fault."

Another loud hiccup, and Chase could feel through his distress the wolf's anger kicking back up. He buried his head in his knees and sobbed, allowing Marvin to put an arm around him and rock him.

As he calmed down within a few minutes, Marvin's words still rang in his head. He sniffed and wiped his nose with some toilet paper he'd grabbed. His neck felt stiff.

"How do you figure it's your fault?" he asked quietly. Marvin hummed but let him continue. "It's not like you bit me. Or gave me off to you know who. My own bad decisions led me to those places. You really did save me, Marv."

The wolf settled as a pit in the bottom of Chase's heart.

At the same time, his stomach twisted as he watched Marvin slowly turn to him from the corner of his eye.

"You're right..." he muttered, tilting his head and looking at Chase with those deep, dark eyes. Chase swallowed, muscles tensing like he was about to bolt. "And really, you should thank me again for saving you just now."

"Thank you, truly," Chase spoke quickly, teeth clenched. "And I'm sorry I tried to take off the collar again."

Marvin grinned. "Well, that one's a much unexpected surprise." He leaned in closer. "I'm afraid I can't accept it, though. You've tried too many times today to ruin my gift of freedom to you. That's not really fair, is it?"

"Freedom?" Chase laughed without thinking, pulling away to get to his feet. He backed away again, toward the door this time. "Like hell you know what that's even like."

"Pray tell?" Marvin stayed seated on the floor, as if he was waiting for Chase to rejoin him.

"I'm not falling for another one of your fucking traps," Chase shot back.

And he meant it. Avoiding all eye contact, and not answering a single question Marvin was shooting at him that would give him power like some fae wannabe.

He spun to get out the door, feeling the blood drip, drip, drip down his chest. Marvin's footsteps sounded behind him, appearing just in time to catch him before he fell facefirst down the stairs. He cradled him, even as Chase fought to get away, suddenly ten times stronger than before.

"Let me go, you asshole!"

"Asshole, huh?"

"You- you moron!"

"Keep 'em coming, I'm patient."

"Freak!"

"Ooh, that stings a bit, but the answer is still no. I've given you way too many chances today, no more." Chase froze in his fight but didn't dare look Marvin in the eye. His breath caught in his throat. "I have to clean you up anyway, so you really want to find out what happens if you were to take this off?"

He tugged at the collar gently from the back, and Chase went limp, just letting him.

Now he wasn't so sure about all of this; his rebellions were really just him getting his frustrations out, but Marvin was spiteful. He knew whatever happened, he was not going to like.

Marvin pulled him back up by his arm and dragged him back to the bathroom by the ring of his collar.

Pushing his shoulders down to make him sit on the edge of the tub, he grabbed a washcloth and started soaking it in the tap, before reaching toward Chase's neck and twisting the collar buckle to the front.

Chase watched him hold his breath before he started to undo it; he wanted to fight, but he'd already fought way too much for this.

The leather loop fell out of the metal bit holding the collar closed and Chase felt a rush of adrenaline course through his veins as the still-cool leather left his skin. The adrenaline made him feel warm, like a fresh transformation, and he stood, realising, all of a sudden, he was towering over Marvin.

Marvin let out his breath, a fine purplish mist escaping his mouth with the exhale, and Chase had no choice but to breathe it in, falling backward into the tub dizzily.

As the world spun around Chase, Marvin got to cleaning him up. There was no fur growing in just yet, but it wouldn't be long, and he wanted to get the collar back on before that happened, or before Chase regained himself. Or worse, the wolf did.

[art-i-know-yes]

Just. y'know. spoilers for Limited Life. Just an. overall for all episodes i've watched

r.i.p bread bridge.

yellow mellow did not last long

literally supplied. like. most of the server with food.

im horrifically saddened.

oh. wonderful.

grian almost went with it

don't mess with the bread boys. they're mourning.

"im confused. you're not in your bad boy outfit"

they're so genuinely upset

so am i

love that he literally could not focus on them before the horn

this family tree is fake

he said no plz don't

grian is so distraught

Pearl kills Judge Judy and Executioner

so quick with it

"The Family" is such a mafia vibe

scott and Martyn are trying the catch the dolphins

this funeral is wild

Martyn nearly DIED during that

im so sad

ties was so WILD this episode

mourning gifts. my fav.

where are you putting it on that FLOOD

"say it back!" "say it back!"

oh it's for whenever you set that off

the laughter and stress RADIATING off the boys

babes tried

"so you CANT SEE MY TEARS" so aggressive

i fogor about those

oh

it's bad time for bad boys

he actually called him jim

how. how did NO ONE see that.

you can jump off any and every part of the...ex bread bridge... and land in water

you put a spoiler on it

BREAD BRIDGE

OH MY GOD

plz be wary

IM SO TERRIFIED OF THAT

grian and fishing rods are always bad

ETHO

"grian. grian. no. it was etho"

"i want to wait and see scar" "oh he's not coming back"

"we should make the m-rye (?) ladder a podcast"

scott flashing later into the episode after saying time of yellow peace

wow they bluming did it

secret bread

gg bad boys

GRIAN. THE. TEARS. OF. FEAR.

these are the weakest alliances i've ever seen. the most loyal everyone has been to their own team. and the almost most crazed part of the series.

jimmy just saying stuff and slipping

martyn's death at the end was so...

the mean gills are so fun together

babe needs his cake

his carrot cake

Jimmy is very bad at this thing

"my cows"

oh yeah this bet

i would love to think Jimmy is being like. strategical. but i know it isn't

no wonder they didn't see martyn steal their stuff

"LOOK AT OUR BRIDGE"

wow scott was there

THE TRAP

tango was so against bdubs being first letter

"nervous?" *gets poisoned*

bigb being afraid for the cat

he's the sane one

people tried TWICE saying Martyn was going against Scott

it is TERRIFYING every time they blindly jump off that bridge

absolutely ditched martyn

the fear in Martyn's voice when Scott said that he saw their names

pearl KILLED HIM

pearl really said no alliances

water bucket save

"oh yeah we found out that trap"

bigb is REGRETTING working with pearl

"they killed jimmy's frog" the gasp cleo gave at that was wonderful

well they've betrayed everyone

awful invention from scott. great idea. horrible execution.

as they were talking about it

Martyn with no hesitation was like "bet"

wipe their hands clean

it took scar so long to find the door

he didn't even relate he was muted

so that's how they ended up there

skizz is self-aware

"im looking back at these videos and im realizing something." is so funny

but being allied with ties is baaaad news

IT TOOK 4 VIDEOS TO FIND OUT WHO KILLED THEM AND IT WAS THEIR DAD

"accident" "that's not gonna fly in court sir"

jimmy.

"i refuse to be gaslit by jimmy"

it's saaaaaaffffeeeeee

oh that was them

the mean gills looking at each other as etho complains about people staying

BODY BLOCK BY THE SKIZZ

bad boys in mourning

ooooohhhkaaayyyy i see what happened. jimmy doesn't know words

no organization. though im sure you can tell if you've watched the same episodes as me. i watched Martyn first.

today.

tango's speedy with the uploads.

also. remember. short attention span. i must consume at least 3 forms of simulation to be properly overstimulated.

like a respectable mentally ill person.