#day three: nerds

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[little-pondhead]

Day 25: Games

"Holy shit! Is that a limited edition Star King Phantom card??"

"Yep! Signed by Phantom himself."

"...How long did you pester him?"

"It took me three weeks and a very intense game of 'Amity After Kings' to convince him."

"By the Ancients, Dash."

[synthshenanigans]

HAPPY ART BIRTHDAY!!!

ignore how im 2 days late this took 35+ hours i speedran as fast as i could

[akasanata]

A List of Dracula holidays, edited

Dracula manga masterpost

I tried to keep it vague, but if you haven't read Dracula and don't want spoilers, look away

Also, some of these aren't holidays but I say they deserve to be

May 3. Paprika hendl

May 8. A foul bauble of man's vanity

May 9. Return of the Queen

May 11. Lucy Westenra Day and Sad Wet Cat Man Day!

May 12. Lizard fashion

May 15. Lizard fashion part 2 & feeling like a lady day

May 16. The three weed smoking girlfriends roommates

May 24. The three suitors & Cowboy Day

June 30. Shovel day

Aug 8. Arrival of the Demeter

Aug 12. Return of the King

Aug 24. Jon/Mina day

Sep 2. Gangrene succ, aka Van Helsing day

Sep 7. Corn day

Sep 20/21. RIP Lucy

Sep 25. Meeting of the nerds and Bloofer Lady day

Sep 28. The would be wedding

Sep 29. RIP Lucy, part 2

Sep 30. The Crew of Light

Oct 1. Arthur's dogs

Oct 3. The Attack(tm) & Holiest Love & Kukri knife day

Oct 5. Straw hat day

Oct 11. Burial service

Oct 28. The Train Fiend

Oct 30. Gun day

Nov 6. See you, space cowboy

[sp3akfromtheart]

all the girls want hot-n-fun

[yki-dolls]

Teenage mutant ninja turtles in their natural habitat

[brinkle-brackle]

family

(a/n: SURPRISE FIC!!!!!!!! I wrote this prose poem thingy for a class writing exercise last semester and I'm very proud of it, and I wanted to put something out for bttf day so here it is now :) I hope yall enjoy it!!)

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I have a father. A father who I am unsure if I will ever truly know in any real way. His eyes have been fixed to the television every night for as long as I can remember. He blinks in tandem with the static. He is wired, he laughs along with the laugh track. He is wired to cringe and cower beneath and stutter and laugh and laugh and laugh. His laugh, what a shaky, unsure laugh. He laughs and nods and laughs, full of fear. "Yes, sir, of course, sir, I know, sir-- hah, ouch-- yes, sir, I know, sir. You can- can count on me, sir." I ask him why he does what he does. He tells me he can do nothing else.

I have a mother, although I wonder if I ever truly had a mother. I wonder if this was something that developed as I grew up. Maybe it is just that I cannot remember her for who she used to be, or maybe she has always been like this. So jaded, so distant. A haze lies over her eyes, they are glass. Every evening they become glass. Tonight she is two vodkas in.

I have a brother who does not take his life as seriously as he should. Ever since graduating he has sat in the same place, flipping and frying. He does not like effort. He tells me that he is content as he is. A lazy smile, the stench of grease lingering from the spot he stands in even long after he has left. It is everywhere in his room. It creeps out in the wash and corrupts the rest of our clothes and bedsheets. He is turning gray before my eyes. Any longer, and I fear he will become a stone.

I have a sister, and she is miserable. Wanting and yearning, yet stifled. Aware, though. She is aware of what our parents have and what they do not have, and what they do not have she wants for herself. Her heart calls out. It tires of living in such a perpetual state of stillness, it wants to beat. A companion. A dinner for two, caring not if it will work out, just to try. That is what she wants: to try.

I have a family, and they are not you.

I have a girlfriend and she is my world. She is the sun when the clouds get thick and the clouds when the sun gets hot. She is musical laughter and stolen kisses before algebra class. She is planned-out road trips and a walk hand in hand through the town square. She is off-key, loudly-sung ABBA under the stars after leaving the cinema. She is a ride through the neighborhood, a skateboard date to 7-Eleven at twilight. She has been in the front row of every gig I have ever done (exactly two). She sings along when I practice my guitar-- not loudly, not off-key-- but just right. From her heart. She is solace.

She is everything to me, but not in the same way you are.

I sit down at the dinner table. My brother eats, but my sister prefers talking over chewing. I do not blame her, I am not hungry either. My fork becomes a rake on my plate with its slow and languid movements. Our mother speaks of her brother who will be visiting tomorrow. My sister makes a snarky comment, a blunt knife shot from between her teeth. Our mother just laughs, and it is the closest thing to genuinity I have heard from her in a long time, although it is not quite there. She calls out to our father. He does not answer, he has wired himself up to the television the way he does every night. Our mother waits, but he does not answer. He laughs along with the laugh track.

I have a father, and he is not you.

Stomach turning, I retreat to my room for the evening. I play my guitar until I hear my sister snap through the wall for me to quiet down. I prop my guitar against the wall and dial on my landline, and it rings one, two times before you answer. You greet me with warmth in your voice, you ask me how my day was. I tell you. You ask me about algebra, and I make a strange noise. You help me with my homework, we are on the phone for hours as numbers clash and meld together in my mind's eye. It is late now, and you can hear the tiredness in my voice. The math book is long gone, but we are still talking, although there are more pauses in our voices. Tomorrow is my audition, I say. You know, you remember. Come by my garage in the morning before school, you tell me-- I made something for you that might help you out with practicing. You can play without having to worry about waking your family up.

I have a father, and he is not you. But he does not ask me about my day with genuine interest. He does not help me with my algebra homework. He does not tell me his dreams and aspirations, and he does not encourage mine with equal enthusiasm. He does not give me pep talks. He does not get Burger King and offer to watch cheesy older movies with me when I have had a bad day. He does not put his heart into everything he does and include me in all of it. He does not stay on the line with me until I fall asleep, smile on my face and phone resting limply in my hand.

I am not in his world and he is not in mine. But you and I, we are engrained, woven into each others'.

I have a father, and he is not you. But family is not always the thing written in one's blood.

[ifindus]

1660 - Cavalryman - Several wars under Denmark against Sweden.

1697 - Gunner - pre-Great Nordic War under Denmark against Sweden.

1774 - Skiing Soldier - pre-Theater War under Denmark against Sweden.

1785 - Infantryman - pre-Great Northern War under Denmark against Sweden.

1808 - Coast Guard Officer - Napoleonic Wars under Denmark.

1845 - Infantryman - pre-First Schleswig War under Sweden against Germany.

1855 - Infantryman - during the Crimean War (Sweden-Norway debated joining the UK and France against Russia).

1905 - Hunter - preparing for wars of independence against Sweden.

1914 - Engineer Officer - First World War.

1940 - Infantry Officer - Second World War.

[bicheetopuff]

I have a love-hate relationship with being a fic writer sometimes… on one hand, I’ll have an idea and I’ll love writing it and I’ll love the responses I get when I post it, but then on the other hand I’ll end up with new ideas which means new wips and a lot of older unfinished wips that I committed to but don’t really enjoy writing anymore.

Like I have so many new things that I’ve started about adult bkdk that I wanna post but at the same time I have three unfinished ongoing fics that I’m bored of writing and I don’t wanna post new stuff until I finish the old stuff UGH. You see my dilemma??

[skinnypaleangryperson]

remember the days when people used to be mentally ill and lonely in real life and they would find like minded people on the internet, now people are just as sociopathic if not even worse than real life hahaha

[goldensunset]

surprise art attack!!! here’s @deityofhearts ‘s cashmere, everyone’s favorite whimsical tiefling

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

all the robotniks have autism I think. it’s not even a genetic thing half of them are adopted they’re just all autistic

[lovely-v]

My one ego-flattering trait is that sometimes I type my ao3 username into the tumblr or twitter search to see what my 2-3 fans are saying about me and somebody said that they had read all my stuff and was sad that there was nothing else to read and the thing is. I promise even though I haven’t posted since January I am fighting tooth and nail to make time to write fanfic but senior year of college is winning the battle

[cherrirui-official]

!! Cw // blood + knife ... Yeah that's pretty much it ahaha !!

Waltz

[novafire-is-thinking]

An individual in a powerful position teams up with a mad scientist to carry out their grand plans x2

The main thing that sets apart these two pairs are their motives.

Prowl wanted to speedrun the war to [hopefully] prevent more deaths in what was turning into a massive conflict while Mesothulas was merely obsessed with the intellectual challenge and inspiration.

As far as I can tell, Agent Croft desires control over Cybertronians for the sake of gaining more power while Dr. Meridian just wants to get rid of them.

But still. Color Theory says a lot:

Also, Mandroid has the whole spider theme going on with his Arachnamechs.

Reminds me of a certain scientist who liked spiders…

[triglycercule]

do you think that during the horrortale famine that horror protected his teeth like it was gold. because he hasn't been able to eat for days. months. years. but he will eventually. one day he'll be able to eat and when that day comes he'll need his teeth

only issue is that horror has no idea when that day will come. he might be waiting more than 7 years to finally eat. but he's so hungry and desperate to eat but he won't break his promise. so for now he'll just hold onto his teeth and hope for the best