#feb '13

[warmglowofsurvival]

"took a van-o-ramic picture. @joshuadun @salihdotchris @tylerrjoseph @MBradleyG. #fb"

[alonzoarts]

what would spamton do if he saw a spider (combining two of my interests here)

He is being very brave and attempting to scam a creepy-crawly.

[mikeywayarchive]

LG Arena, Birmingham, UK // Feb 13th 2011 // Gettothefront

[abybweisse]

Ch209, A few spoiler pages

Prepare your tissue box.

Here's the title page.

And onto the bummers....

As I suspected, we are seeing Snake's cinematic records as his soul is collected. What's surprising is this appears to be a reaper we've never seen before. I think they have dreadlocks?!? Neat! I wonder if we will ever see this reaper again.

We can see that he was 18 years old, as he was born March 15, 1871 and dies December 9, 1889. According to a fan translation on Discord, his mother's name was something like Sarah Campbell, and she was an actress.

The reaper is saying "no remarks" or "remarks: none", so they are just preparing to stamp it COMPLETE.

It's important that it's only December 9th, because that means my theory for the contract end date is still working: December 13, 1889, which is the date before our earl's 14th birthday. It's also a Friday the 13th, which marks his father's birthday and his paternal grandmother's death. His Aunt Francis/Frances might also have been born on a Friday the 13th. It's oddly fitting if our earl also dies on one.

[francesderwent]

it’s lying in the grass day!! I’m gonna work on my novel and hopefully make some meatballs

[ampleappleamble]

preliminary sketches of Elna, my Envoy for Avowed! she's a middle aged half-Glamfellen half-Scelterfolc war hero and she's super super bitter and jaded ♡ the character creator seems pretty comprehensive, hope i can reproduce this face (or get pretty close anyway) in game!

[in-death-we-fall]

<3

[heartcircus]

the kingdom and their odd assortment of pets ❤️

[wheucto]

anyways. in the new hfjone miniseries the february 10th that the contestants disappeared on is a friday. it's unclear what year hfjone takes place in, but we can take a guess. here are some years that have a february 10th that's a friday: 2006, 2012, 2017, 2023, 2034, 2040, 2045...

out of these years, i feel like 2012, 2017, or 2023 are the most likely (esp. the last two), given those are years that have already happened, and hfjone seems to be at a technological level similar to our own.

[iristial]

[I forgot to take a picture of my birthday cake because I was so eager to eat it so please visualize a chiffon marble cake covered in not-too-sweet-which-is-perfect cream here 🎂🎂🎂🎂🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰]

It's scary turning half-50 but I think my life's finally starting to turn in a nicer direction. May that hold true in the upcoming years 💗

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

2pac - Run Tha Streets

[mikeywayarchive]

Way brothers in Birmingham, England // Feb 13th 2011 // xohopeiero

[cerealmonster15]

…..I FORGOT ABOUT DAÑARTES BIRTHDAY!!!

[angelsdean]

ok i think, back to spn rewatch this week. i paused and despaired throughout november but i'm ready to dive back. also something abt binging spn in december.............that's how it all started for me, december 2020 babey<33

[jadelemonadee]

JJ NIEMANN CHARLES LEE JJ NIEMANN CHARLES LEE

[sammy-writes-sometimes]

Unconventional Relationship + AU

Word Count: 613

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So they were moving in together.

Okay, actually, no that was partially inaccurate. Zedaph and Tango had already been living together in a low rent apartment at the edge of the city. They'd been together for maybe two years now.

Wait, maybe ‘together’ was the wrong word…

They moved in together but that was it. Simply friends. Friends with a oddly close bond who occasionally—

Tango pulls himself straight out of that thought, pushing it to the side for later. All he needs to really worry about right now is fixing code and probably packing things in boxes, not how pretty he thinks Zedaph is.

Yet he flicks his tail almost anxiously at that thought, even as he tries to bury it.

He manages, just barely manages, to push it aside as we works on line after line of code. He doesn't even notice when day turns to evening until Zed is sitting down next to him with a curious expression and paper bag.

“I got tikka masala.” Zed says as they take a plastic container out of the bag, swiftly handing over to the netherborn.

“Oh, nice.” He hums. “Did you–”

There's another thing, this time a styrofoam box, placed on what little free space there is beside the coffee table.

All he really does is purr in response, placing the rice onto his plate after the faun hands one to him.

After a moment, Zed pulls lightly on the sleeve of Tango's hoodie. He doesn't even have to ask to know that his friend is asking for her wool to be combed.

He sighs, but laughs, before taking the comb out of his pocket.

It's steady work in-between mouthfuls of food, the little sheep humming happily as he untangles knots.

But all it really does is lead his thoughts back to one thing and—

Zed's looking at him, almost looking a bit confused.

“Tango, is something wrong?”

He blinked, flicking his tail from one side to the other. “No?”

“Your ears are falling.” She pointed out.

The netherborn moves the comb through the faun’s wool slowly, removing a leaf that has gotten stuck.

“I'm fine.” He says quietly. “I'm fine.”

Zedaph just pouts at that, looking sad at the non-response until Tango just sighs.

“Okay, fine.” He groans. “I've been thinking about the whole moving in together thing…”

She nods her head.

“I mean, we're moving in together. Who even does that?” Tango exclaimed, his tail flicking slightly.

Zedaph stares, before shrugging. “Married people? Maybe?”

“I guess?” The netherborn laughs lightly.

She hums slightly.

“Aren't Impulse and Skizz married?”

He pauses, blinking slowly. “No?”

“But they live together, don't they?”

“Yeah, but that's different.” He says quickly. “They're childhood best friends and Impulse is getting married to Bdubs–”

“Impulse isn't moving in with him.”

It's blunt, harsh as all Tango's thoughts come to a sudden halt.

“But– I thought…” He says quietly.

“Ce’s staying – for now – with cir platonic partner.” Then Zedaph laughs. “I don't think either is moving in with eachother.”

Tango slumps over, curling his tail around himself before laying it in his lap. “I… feel embarrassed that you always have to explain things to me.”

“I don't always mind it.” She laughs.

He moves from combing her wool to playing with his tail, undoing a handful of knots as he finds them.

“Uh… Zed.”

“Yeah?”

“You… what are we?”

She shrugs, not seeming to really know the answer.

“I wouldn't really mind doing something a little atypical.” He says slowly.

“Are you asking me out?”

“Maybe?!” Tango yelps.

And all either can really do with that is laugh.

“You've seen me naked!” Zedaph jokes.

“Yeah, and?” Tango laughs.