#for me there's no excuse though

[ntll]

the other day i cleaned my shower which involved a lot of squatting/kneeling and then that night/the next day my knee hurt. and instead of being normal about it, i worked myself into hysterics over it. i was like, this is early onset arthritis. i'm a cripple at 30. by the time i hit 40 i won't even be able to walk. all i've thought about the last year or two is how good it's gonna be to get back into running once i move out and now i'm gonna be in a wheelchair in a couple of years....

anyway i cried for like five hours (obviously there were other contributing factors, lol, it was a very rough day) and then finally took a xanax and went to sleep. two hours into my sleep my brother calls and he's like hey mate, i'm having some chest pains, i need you to take me to hospital.

so i pick him up and he's Scared scared. so we're driving to the hospital and he's telling me which red lights to run and the streets there's no cameras so i can speed (an incredible mind btw, how does he know all the cameras on every street in victoria). we get there and they're like, well, it's not a heart attack. lol he has to stay for the night to run more tests, so i go home.

and then the next morning i wake up and my knee feels absolutely fine. and the doctors give him a clean bill of health.

🥴 just two mentally ill people convincing themselves a slight pain is the end of the world.

[solroskajan]

:D

[mythalism]

girls when they remember that tevinter nights reveals that

1. solas can kill people in their sleep, large groups of people all at once, including dwarves, by giving them dreams so horrifying they bleed out of their ears and die

2. he has a massive network of spies and agents that do his bidding across all of thedas and speak about him with reverence like a true god. one blesses a fellow fallen elf by saying “the dread wolf guide your soul to peace, brother”

3. solas’s dread wolf form looks like a combination of a pride demon, a wolf, and a dragon, “lupine in appearance but the size of a high dragon, with shaggy spiked hide and six burning eyes like a pride demon” and he can fly around the fade on “wings of fire” that disperse into an army of demons/spirits

4. he shows up in this form to terrorize a group of mortalitasi who were binding spirits for a ritual, and says “YOU MEDDLE PAST YOUR UNDERSTANDING, FOOLISH MORTAL MAGES, AND IN DOING SO, YOU THREATEN ALL CREATION. YOU USE MY IDOL CARELESSLY TO VANDALIZE THE SEA OF DREAMS. NOW FEEL THE PAIN OF WHAT YOU HAVE CREATED. FROM THIS MOMENT, SHOULD YOU EVER BIND A SPIRIT, THEN YOUR LIFE IS MINE.”

[anbaisai]

local octopus shot on sight

Bonus of said prefect:

[kkoct-ik]

its out! my completed piece for the summer portion of the @boatemvillagezine !!!

[soosoosoup]

treasure planet au: cabin boy duties

[abisalli]

Damian Wayne confirmed nintendo ds kid, dc told me themselves 🤞

[demapatto-art]

feed monkeh

[technically-human]

I loved your pic of the boys dancing so much. Any chance of getting to see them dancing in different styles together?

Tango, odissi and minuet!

ko-fi

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

im a simple guy! i think about puppy Barnaby. i promptly explode into bloody heart-shaped confetti

[p4nishers]

crowley, drunk off his ass: and i was yk just some fucked up soul born in cold and rain but he was my fucking sunlight or whatever

hozier, frantically writing on a napkin: HHHMMMM TELL ME MORE

[egophiliac]

the lovers, reversed

(aka I'm still freaking out about Jou)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Remember: The burning sensation is part of the process.

[shushmal]

Eddie shakes the foundations of Steve's world on a Sunday evening, at 6:44 p.m.

Steve knows the exact moment because he's standing at the stove, stirring pasta sauce and watching the time to make sure the garlic bread in the oven doesn't burn. It's June and it's hot, and they've got all the windows thrown open to let in a cool breeze. Eddie's sitting at the little kitchen table, probably messing with his D&D game notes, Steve would guess because he's focused on making dinner so it's ready when Wayne gets back from his shift. The three of them will eat together tonight, like they have Sundays past since April, a new little tradition that Steve's always craved to be a part of.

Except, when he turns, after Eddie speaks, he finds Eddie leaned back in his chair, like he's been watching Steve the entire time.

But before that, Eddie says, "I'm in love with you."

Steve stops stirring. The numbers on the stove tell him that it's 6:44 p.m. If he looks, the calendar would tell him it's a Sunday in June. And Eddie just told Steve that he was in love with him.

The numbers change—6:45 p.m.

Slowly, like he's moving through water, Steve turns, looks at Eddie over his shoulder, finds him leaned back, watching, smiling soft and wistful. Steve turns a little more, looking closer.

Has anyone ever looked at Steve like that before?

Eddie's eyes are bright, round and relaxed, as he gazes at Steve, those pretty lips curled up just right, a happy little smile. He doesn't say anything, even though there's only silence between them now. The sauce on the stove simmers, bubbles rising through the thickness to pop in shushed bursts. Steve drops his spoon.

"What?" he asks, turning further now. Steve's bread is going to burn under the broiler and his sauce is going to be scorched if he doesn't focus. He doesn't know what time it is anymore.

"I'm in love with you," Eddie says, again. That smile grows a little more. "I'm so in love with you, Steve Harrington."

And Steve is good at moving on instinct, good at chasing the ball down, good at finding himself in the right spot to make the right decision. He moves now, floats across the little kitchen, until he's in front of Eddie, leaning down, breathing his air, tasting his lips—

Their dinner burns.

[tubbytarchia]

gg buddy am I right (ethubs doodle that I don't know what to do with)

[soosoosoup]

Watermelon peck