#i live to serve (ic) ��₊˚⊹✧˖°.

[emmabirb8]

It really is SO funny (and meaningful, actually, if you think about it) to me that Stanley was the only member of the Pines family who was never able to be manipulated by Bill.

Stan's paranoia and distrusting attitude served him in the best way possible. Yeah, it sucks that he was basically cut off from forming lasting positive relationships up until he moved into Ford's shack in Gravity Falls, but MAN, that was kind of a small price to pay when you realize he unknowingly kept himself protected from one of the most dangerous entities in all of space-time by having that mindset and keeping his walls up all those years.

Can you imagine how fucking disastrous things could've turned out if Bill had gotten to him? Successfully infiltrated Stan's dreams, utilized his connection to Ford to his devious advantage as a bargaining chip, and used Stan for all he's worth to orchestrate Weirdmageddon his way? Ford spent 30 years hiding from Bill, constructing the quantum destabilizer, and putting all his energy into taking him out - to prevent him from meddling in the lives of those he cares about and to protect the world from his evil.

But it turns out, all you really have to do to foil Bill is just... not be swayed by him in the first place. There was NO combination of words in the human vocabulary Bill could have said to get Stan on his side at any point in the story, and tbh that's fucking hilarious.

Get fucked little man, you got outsmarted by the '''lesser''' twin, and he didn't even have to put any effort into it at all.

(And as the icing on the cake, he wrecked your sorry ass too. Smashed you to smithereens in one second flat.)

Truly tho, I think Stan is Bill's match. His equal opposing force. The yin to his yang. Essentially, when put together, they cancel each other out, lmao.

And I just know Bill will be forever haunted by that old man. He can make all the pitiful attempts to reach out from the Theraprism all he wants, but even if he were to escape someday, somehow, there is no coming back from that level of pure humiliation. 🤣

[cagcdlxve]

⋆˙⟡ CENDRILLON (@windfavord)

.・゜-: ✧ :- Everything was chaos all around her. Gaia had long since taken to the streets to find more answers. All she ever had known throughout her existence was eternity. She did not know her birth, nor would she know her death. As long as the world thrives, she would simply be. What was given was given back - that was the cycle.

In all of her infinite wisdom and knowledge, she found herself frustrated by the cycle. But that was curious in itself, as she had truly never had such emotions before. In many ways, she imagined this was what it must be like for infants born into worlds they could not imagine.

But here and now, Gaia could see a limited perspective instead of thousands of histories that came and left. She could only hear whatever surrounded her instead of every single heartbeat she ever knew. What shocked her the most were the smells - unpleasant most of the time, but they still existed as a sensation all the same.

She was in no position to treasure these things. Gaia did not belong, nor was she going to become settled. It was not her place to be among the world, that's what the speaker was for. Gaia simply would choose to focus on what could make the speaker come to her senses.

She had taken to the city streets as those were the closest. Unaware of the chaos she left in her path from the hundreds of denizens that saw the being of magic walk by ( and subsequently crashed into their surroundings from looking away from the path. )

Gaia had finally arrived at a place that might perhaps bring good memories to Lilith's mind. This one was far more temperamental than she realized. She walked around and simply watched the people who milled around and performed their jobs. Her arms crossed on her chest, staring intensely at everything that moved even an inch in a new direction.

" Come then... this where you ought to be, speaker. " Gaia's voice muttered with a tinge of impatience. Fighting with the speaker to open her eyes.

[blujayonthewing]

accidentally found a little youtube video on the history of a park in my hometown and have just learned that the lagoon used to be an ice skating rink that was massively popular throughout southwest michigan, and I'm Having Feelings about 1) how much more beautiful and wonderful my hometown was before I was born, and how it's an empty wasteland now and 2) It Used To Get Cold Enough In Michigan For Ice Rinks

[lesamis]

Trick or treat 😈 what's one nice thing that happened to you this month, and what's something this year that bamboozled you?

happy (late) halloween, anon! :D those are lovely questions!

i think the nicest thing that happened to me in october was that i got to see my very dear friend on stage in a performance that made me cry like a baby. 10/10 highly recommend staring at your friends making art like you're maybe seeing god.

a pretty bamboozling occurrence this year was one particular day spent with cat @starkey, who suggested after we'd hung out in an extremely suspicious and very beautiful mossy grove in the fairy glen that a good place to have dinner might be this vegetarian restaurant she'd heard about. the restaurant was a tiny tiny house on a hill in the middle of nowhere, the food tasted one hundred per cent as if fairies had made it, the only drinks served were teas specifically paired with each course, the chef sporadically came out to tell us the lore? literally the actual magical lore? about some of the ingredients she used, she then gave us meadowsweet to take home that she'd foraged herself, and i'm decently sure that if i tried to return to the restaurant it'd be gone. it was the best meal i've ever had.

[sclepurpose]

PARKS AND RECREATION SENTENCE STARTER

@eievuimultimuse // “I like saying no. It lowers their enthusiasm.” (from 07 SF while he’s still a crime boss lol)

" You sound a lot like my boss. " He can't help the comment that slips out, but c'mon -- Minion has to admit, it DOES sound a LOT like something Megamind would say, and that amuses the fish immensely. " I think you two would get along. "

[alltherelicsofalifelonglived]

what if i just lit the entire kitchen on fire

[iniziare]

Re-tag drop: Yelan

[captains8ooty]

I actually think my second favor8 memory is that short period where I was a maid. I was new to this we8site and it pushed me to socialize with a new flock of people other than my crew. 

[gu6chan]

i would kill for a cup of this right now

[cagcdlxve]

⋆˙⟡ CENDRILLON (@hypnoticallycaucasian)

.・゜-: ✧ :- Flickers. Flashes everywhere from every direction. The light was far too bright for her eyes. Her head spun in a fruitless attempt at gathering her wits about her. Every surface of her skin throbbed from the sheer chaos that surrounded her at that moment. No matter how much she blinked, the world remained blurred.

How... was she here? She forced herself to remain still. Collecting her senses, she looked down upon her hands. Seeing the glowing skin that surrounded her, highlighted by the lavender markings. This was Lilith's hand. This was Lilith's birth form. It was not her's. Gaia had no body such as this.

Gaia's eyes darted quickly around the room, everything slowly coming into view. Including the body that lay on the ground. It dawned on her then what had occurred in this room. A terror struck her heart at the thought.

-NO. This would not come to pass. Gaia would not allow it.

In another instant, Gaia tore out of the room and through the house. Knocking down decore and leaving burn marks on her hands. She did not recognize anything that was around her. This was no great tree or the Laurel Valley's forest.

Finally, Gaia broke through the door and reached the outdoors. This was no Concordia at all. Slowly Gaia took steps further away from the home. Cautious and searching for answers. The grass brushed against her feet. The sun in the sky burned brightly illuminating the landscape.

It was all uncanny. It wasn't home. That was when she felt someone else in her vicinity. Gaia's head snapped to look upon whoever it was, ready to shield her speaker by whatever means necessary.

" Who Goes There. " Gaia commanded the stranger.

[sclepurpose]

@eievuimultimuse // “You need to rest.” (from megs <3)

My muse is sick, and won’t admit it. Send “You need to rest.” for their reaction.

" Sir, please -- " Despite both the raspiness in his voice and nausea from coughing, Minion tries his damnedest to protest, even still trying to stand up. " I'm just fine. Don't worry about me, go do whatever it was you had planned. "

[regretmuch]

tag dump part 1!

[1percentcharge]

the amnesiac man I keep trapped in my basement and keep on a diet of exclusively ice cream has began to realize I am lying about the outside world after I served him the tonight dough and accidentally let him see Jimmy Fallons face on the side of the pint which triggered his memories of his life before I kidnapped him (he went to a live taping once) fuck 🤦‍♀️

[mothmans-cumrag]

Being an adult means being both the person asking for sth and the person saying you got that at home

[winchestersickness]

Sammy's the patron saint of younger siblings

[hoshigray]

hello, lovely! is it okay to request a short fic wherein gojo’s pregnant wife (y/n) stole his kikufuku? thank u! (missing soft gojo hours 😭)

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg stoooop this is so cute and sweet, what!?

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x pregnant afab/fem! reader - tooth-rotting fluff - pet names (angel, baby, stars and moon, sweetheart) - Gojo being a big crybaby over sweets - so soft, i was smiling while writing, hehe~.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

THUD!

“…!” You jolt, immediately looking to the entrance of the living room to see your husband. “Gojo! You okay?”

The white-haired man stands still with a gawked expression, eyes covered by his black blindfold with his usual Jujutsu Tech attire, and you can assume the noise came from the souvenir bags he dropped to the floor.

“…Y/n, my angelic stars and moon,” he finally speaks after a few seconds of silence, and you can see his lips quiver with trembling hands. “Is…Is that my last kikufuku?” 

If there is one thing Gojo loved more than anything other than you, it would be his undying love for sweets! You could never find him without any at his disposal; he’d have a bunch of lollipops in his pockets, be licking popsicles or soft serves while monitoring his first years during their missions, or typically stop by a café and grab some crepes for dessert to take home and share with you. He’s known to have a childish heart, and sweets are his weakness!

His all-time favorite would be the mochi delicacy he often gets during his mission trips to Sendai, and he’s always sure to buy a whole box worth to make the long trip up North worth it. Kikufuku, the crushed edamame and cream-filled mochi, is Gojo’s favorite sweet to eat — you’re a witness to him happily stuffing his face with them lying on the couch after a hard day’s work. He’s the type to eat one every week until he can return to Sendai and get more. 

This week was the very last one he had saved, secured in the cold fridge for him to eat once he got home. And he wasn’t going to Sendai anytime soon, so he planned on treasuring and savoring it the moment he stepped inside and lay beside his pregnant partner to chill on this blissful spring evening.

He could never get over the sight of you whenever he came home. Gojo loved his partner so much that he swears he would burn the world if you commanded him to, which you knew is an exaggeration, but his love is true. The day he got on one knee and heard you say yes to his proposal was the happiest he’d ever been, sweeping you off your feet, putting you in your dream puffy white dress, and officially becoming the spouse of the strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu world! And now you were swole with his child!? Not even God could strike this man to calm him down of his glee.

You were sitting on the living room couch like you always did, waiting for your husband to return, wearing a black maternity one-piece that comfortably molded around your figure and a blue flannel shirt – his flannel – to keep you warm. Gojo came home with souvenirs to share and impress, a huge smile just from thinking about your reactions. 

However, the sight has him gasp dramatically loud and drop everything to the wooden floor, because he saw something in your hand, something that broke his heart noticing the green and white filling apparent from a bite on an undeniable white rice cake. 

You were eating the very last of his kikufuku…How could you!?

You blinked at him, then turned to the sweet in your hand, and the realization of what you were doing finally hit you. “Oh! I’m sorry, Satoru! I was feeling snacky.”

The tall man teeters to where you’re sitting, whining with every step. “So why didn’t you eat your snacks, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know?” You shrugged, licking bits of the edamame cream off your middle finger. “They didn’t seem like what I was craving for. I wanted something sweet, ya know? And I finished my ice cream two nights ago, so this was all I could find.”

“Yeah, but like,” you can tell his eyebrows were scrunched together even if the black material concealed his upper face. “That was my last one, baby! Plus, you could’ve texted me you’d eat it, or I could’ve stopped somewhere to grab you something sweet!”

“I know! But, you were very busy today; a big mission up in Kyoto and a meeting with Principal Yaga, sooo…” you squished the mochi gently, licking more of the filling coming out. “I didn’t wanna interrupt or bother you…”

“But stilllll~!”God, you were so cute when you cared for him, you almost made him forget the whole thing then and there. But you can’t hate the man for being a little upset, right? Gojo sighs and places his cheek on your belly. “Little booger, you hear what your momma is doing to me? So cruel~.”

You gasped. “Hey! Don’t say that to them!” Your free hand tries to yank him off your tummy by the hair, yet he doesn’t budge as he exclaims painfully. “What, are you saying the pregnant love of your life is some villain because they ate one of your sweets? As if I never caught you taking scoops of my favorite ice cream!? Have you no shame, Gojo Satoru!”

He swats your hand off his snowy hair, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Between you and Principal Yaga, there is a scarce few Gojo would allow to beat him up for his foolishness. He turns his head – still above the baby – to face you and releases a sigh. “I’m sorry, I was just really stoked I’d get to have that kikufuku; it’ll be a long while before I go get more…Ughhh.” Another sigh is exerted, and you can only shake your head with rolled eyes. He’s such a baby.

You bring his blindfold down to his chin to free the azure eyes he’s been hiding since this morning, and his hair falls from its spiky appearance. Then, you separate the mochi into two and push one to his lips, “You happy now?” You say with a grin. “I’m sorry, but I wanted to give these a try. Besides, we’ll have a little one to look after soon; wouldn’t it be nice for them to know what their father likes to snack on from time to time?”

Now, how in the world could Gojo still be upset with that logic? Being a father is a foreign concept he’s accepting with open arms, sharing the experience with the person he values and cherishes the most. To have a child with you is the highest honor of all for him. And imagining his small family happy and eating sweets together under his care makes his cheeks show a subtle shade of pink.

He smiles as he accepts the piece of the rice cake, chuckling when you flick his nose playfully. “You’re so sweet, angel.”

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