#definitely not first in a series!

[lazyevaluationranch]

21/03 We are very excited about this year's first citrus bud, on one of the Trifeola (Poncirus trifoliata and Minneola tangelo hybrid) trees!

In entirely unrelated news, Lazy Evaluation Ranch is excited to announce our new sponsor, the Institute of Signs and Portents! Big thanks to them for making this Moment of Culture possible. Today's Very Cultural Selection is this line spoken by Vladimir from the Samuel Beckett play Waiting for Godot:

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP1 | Kantbison + Rudest Moments

I really didn't have either of these possibilities on my Kantbison kinky bingo card. I am so naïve. So, incredibly, stupidly naïve.

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Happy 10th Anniversary to The Librarians!

Premiered 7th December 2014.

[khaoala]

❝Penguin. I saw a documentary on them. They are adorable, but can be pretty vicious. Sounds like you.❞

FIRST KANAPHAN as KANT PATTANAWATand KHAOTUNG THANAWAT as BISON episode 3 of THE HEART KILLERS

[kulai]

DAY 24: First Date

check this out on twt ! based on ch16 of "between the shadow and the soul" on ao3. ANOTHERR heavy recommendation!

[stasyalovem]

two ghost mates chilling in a hot tub five feet apart cause they're not gays

[kurohe]

"Joel is the first one to win without betraying his allies and going crazy" "actually scott did it first" did we watch the same series ? The one where Grian flat out refused to kill his ally even after he gave him permission to do so ? The same ally he spent all season with even though he did not have to ? And that he killed in a fair fight they both agreed on ?? In the home they shared ??????

Guys.

[danburys]

12 days of leverage christmas — day 05 protection

eliot + "protecting", in his own words

[gnomewithalaptop]

Rereading the Our Worlds at War tie-in again and God I miss their friendship every day

[thasorns]

THE HEART KILLERS (2024-2025) เขาจ้างให้ผมจีบนักฆ่า dir. Jojo Tichakorn Phukhaotong

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

with Luo Qingyang and Lou Binghe having the same last name I got start thinking of an au: like what if lbh was her little brother

tho what's funnier lbh in the mdzs universe or that means tlj is lou qingyangs dad in that au

I wanted to give this a genuine answer but I kept getting distracted by Lou Binghe...so...yeah.

[kitskiis]

The most kills each person has gotten on another individual player

I made one of these a few months ago but obviously some numbers changed with Wild Life so here I am again. Like last time I did not include Real Life numbers and I'm also not including any deaths or kills of/caused by the zombie players. Sorry mumbo you got robbed (also, if I got anything on this list wrong um . whoops)

Scott: Joel & Impulse - 8

Joel: Cleo - 7

Grian: Scar & Jimmy - 6

Etho: Scar - 6

Scar: Etho - 6

Martyn: Tango - 5

Pearl: Cleo - 4

Impulse: Pearl - 3

Jimmy: Lizzie - 3

Ren: Cleo - 3

Tango: Joel - 3

Bdubs: Impulse, Grian & Skizz - 2

Skizz: Bdubs, Tango & Lizzie - 2

Cleo: Bigb & Scott - 2

Gem: Pearl & Scott - 2 (Etho can also be included if counting Lim Life kills)

Bigb: Scott - 2

Mumbo: Scott - 2

Lizzie: Pearl, Jimmy, Joel, Bigb & Martyn - 1 (Grian can also be included if counting Lim Life kills)

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP3 | Kantbison + Straddling

[dayas]

8 + elphaba & fiyero?

8 ⧽. giving them unabashed heart eyes when they do something cute and getting caught

AHHH MY FIRST FIYERABA PROMPT I AM SO EXCITED!!! I’ve been wanting to write for them since I got out of Wicked last week. Hopefully this is okay!

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Fiyero Tigelaar isn’t exactly known for thinking. In fact, all he’s ever projected to his fellow students is that he doesn’t think, that he simply dances through life and refuses to invite further stresses and woes in with further consideration. And yet. He hasn’t been able to keep her out of his mind. Elphaba Thropp, the spirited, stunning witch he’d nearly trampled on accident in the forest. She’s the very reason he finds himself in the library of all places, a location he actively avoids. Books are mirrors just as much as they are windows into different worlds, and the last thing he wants to do is risk seeing himself reflected within the pages of some myth or legend.

She’s sitting at her favorite table, her head bent, her braids pulled back away from her face. Her finger traces a singular line a few times over before it moves on, winding itself around the ends of a few of her braids. She’s reading (no surprise there), but what catches his eye isn’t what she’s doing. It’s that she’s smiling. Fiyero doesn’t think he has ever seen Elphaba smile, not like the one she wears now. Something soft and secret, wholly hers, belonging to no one else. Unbeknownst to him, his own face mirrors her expression, a soft smile settled upon his lips. He watches her because he can’t help himself, because he’s still intrigued by her even when she’s silent.

“I can see you, you know.”

Elphaba’s eyes flicker up, catching his gaze and holding it hostage. Fiyero doesn’t flinch, only shrugs.

“I wasn’t certain you could. You’re missing your glasses today. I’m glad to know you’re so attuned to my presence, though.” Her eyes roll quickly, and that same fondness appears in his.

“Maybe in your dreams, Tigelaar.”

“So you dream about me, Thropp?”

She shakes her head, and he flashes a charming grin at her.

“What exactly happens in these dreams?”

“What do you want? You were staring rather intensely, so you must want something.”

Fiyero moves closer to her, settling a few steps away from where she is seated.

“Can’t a man admire beauty from afar?”

Elphaba frowns immediately.

“You don’t have to lie.”

He shocks himself by lowering his voice, the softness of his tone matched evenly by its authenticity.

“I’m not lying.”

Something flashes behind Elphaba’s eyes. He can’t tell what it is — she tears her gaze away from his before he is able to determine it.

When she speaks, it is barely audible.

“Why were you looking at me like that?”

Her eyes, so wide, a beautifully deep green, return to seek his out. The prince’s words are barely above a whisper, the blue of his own eyes holding hers steadily.

“You know why.”

Elphaba takes a sharp breath, biting down on her lip. She takes her book and stands abruptly, nearly running into him in her rush to leave.

“Elphaba — ” Fiyero says, confused, laying a gentle hand on her wrist to stop her. He’s thankful she does, and he uses his other hand to brush his fingers beneath her chin, turning her head so he can see her face. He’s shocked to find tears welling up in her eyes.

“You are a lot of things, Fiyero,” she whispers, her voice shaking, “but I never thought you were cruel. Not like this.”

“You don’t have to believe me.”

His own whisper is an impassioned blurt.

“You don’t have to believe me, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. That what I feel for you isn’t real.”

“It can’t be real.”

“It is.”

They are locked in a stalemate he never expected, but one he refuses to leave first. He feels it, when she begins to break down. He takes a step closer, cupping her cheek in his hand, his other holding hers.

“Tell me you don’t feel it too.”

He will leave her alone, he will, if she doesn’t. She’s close enough to him that their chests brush together with every breath they take.

“I can’t.”

The sound of heels clicking cuts through their moment.

“Meet me tonight,” Fiyero murmurs into her ear, “the woods. Eight o’clock.” Elphaba nods, and he takes off then, nearly crashing into Galinda as she puts herself in his path.

“There you are!” she chirps, as bright and bubbly as ever, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, dearest.”

Fiyero lets her steer him away from the outside of the library and chatter on. He doesn’t hear a word she says; he’s too busy thinking of what will come when the sun sets and he can finally see the woman’s who’s forced him into thinking again.

[anthonyzoxide]

Been a surprisingly long time since my last mcyt post on this blog, oof. There'll be much more to come, promise! For now, here’s a chibi False & a storyboard-ish test for a potential Dogwarts animatic.

[jerswayman]

LOVE THY GOALIE. GIVE THY GOOD BOY HEAD PATS.