#for the unaware

[tinkerpeller]

saw this funny prompt on twitter and thought "yea i can do that, sure"

[owchie-wowchie]

...does anyone wanna hear me out on a spies are forever atla au?

[sarcasticdolphin]

I always ask for something Smrtolf every time you post this ask, so I gotta uphold the tradition and ask for Smrtolf and ❤️

❤️ first kiss / realization

They rest together in a tranquil silence after the frenetic dance at dusk, alone in the world. Smrt is still in a way that only he and his angels - and soon Rudolf - can be, but the gentle stroke of his thumb at Rudolf's hip keeps the prince's mind from drifting.

It's very strange, knowing that Smrt is touching him. It's been a forgone conclusion that they can never touch, but Rudolf has mused on what Smrt's skin must feel like before. The reality isn't quite what he had imagined. Smrt's skin is smooth like marble, but doesn't hold any sort of chill. No warmth, but no coldness either.

His friend's features are the same as they've always been, fair but inhuman in a way that's difficult to put a finger on. The eye paint certainly helps, as does the unearthly pallor that Smrt and his angels share. Rudolf wonders how the pallor will suit him. He's always been pale, but his pallor is entirely human next to Smrt's.

They're waiting for something. Or perhaps Smrt is waiting for something. Rudolf is just basking in the touch of his touch of his friend, so long denied to him. It could be an hour or a century and Rudolf wouldn't know the difference.

Smrt's hands shift slowly, one going to Rudolf's cheek while the other grips Rudolf's hip more tightly. "It's time." Soft words. Tender words. But there is an inescapable air to them.

Rudolf nods. "I'm ready." He's been ready, or at least felt ready, for so long. He's longed for Smrt with every fiber of his being. For belonging. For the simple embrace of his precious friend.

Smrt's lips are entirely unlike his hands - warm and almost alive. But as must as Rudolf is lost in his friend's embrace, he's not so lost as to not notice the the odd feeling coming from his back, and the soft caress of feathers all around him where before there had been none. Smrt's wings, but also his own.

[imnotviciousreally]

Stagger Lee is such a wild song. I remember when I saw the Bad Seeds live and the whole crowd just screaming the words "I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know. And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get to one fat boy's asshole!"

It was a magical moment

[dragoncarrion]

you tell a bitch to keep their cat indoors and suddenly their town is the first in the world to have eradicated every viral, bacterial and parasitic disease, they invented completely harmless cars, dogs and predators dont exist either but somehow the native songbird population is fine since the cats in this place have lost the hunting instinct, there's no pollutants or toxic plants and human cruelty has ceased to exist. and mr mittens has a chip in his brain that will explode if he doesnt go outside 10 hours of the day

[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

Do you know this queer character?

Castiel is Queer and Agender or Genderfluid, and uses varying pronouns based on presentation!

[geezmarty]

hi falin hiiii (titties out vr on twitter)

[mourningcttlfsh]

jesus christ the furby drawing is still getting notes

[corvid-khaos]

fionna and cake but simon drops increasingly wild anecdotes about his life

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: I was told to report to you

Alfred: Who told you that?

Danny: Didn't get his name, but it was a man with black hair, blue eyes, tall and sad?

Alfred: That's could be so many in this manor. Can you be more specific?

Danny: um, he was pretending to be stupid at last night gala?

Alfred: More specific

Danny: He yelled "Eat the rich" before nose diving into the glass tower.

Alfred: That's was Master Jason. Did he tell you why you needed to report to me?

Danny: He told me to give this to you when I found you *hands over folded paper*

Alfred reading: Dear Alfred, here is a boy who agreed to work part-time as a cook for the mannor while you recover from your broken arm and broken legs . Let me know if he becomes a problem. I'll kill him for you. Heart Jason

Danny: ....He was joking about the killing part right?

Alfred: No, he put a heart. He is rather serious.

Danny strain nervous smile: Oh

Alfred: Not that it matters. If you ARE a problem, I will put a bullet between your eyes before you can beg. Working legs or not. Now then, how about I show you the kitchen, yeah?

Danny: .....the pay is what again?

Alfred: Five hundred for each meal you prepare and an hourly salary of twenty-nine dollars for how long it takes you to cook.

Danny: Aight, I'm desperate enough. Lead the way sir.

Alfred studying him: You may survive the Waynes yet.

Danny: Wait. What does that mean?

Alfred: This way *rolling away in wheel chair*

Danny: SIR!? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

[thebibliosphere]

Watching the UK results roll in and seeing the voter turnout and just how many votes the Reform party is getting like:

Jesus Christ.

[k1tty5]

kitties :)

[tonia-aaaaa]

prope.......property husbands............................. *crumples into a pile on the floor*

[wivesshowingoff]

[akanemnon]

Shouldn't there be a minotaur in the labyrinth? Who put this goat here? This is not accurate to the mythology! /j

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