#i Just wanna. take A fucking nap

[beegswaz]

im Going to Start fucking Maiming no nvm. Anger has become sadness. Again. good Night i cant do this Shit rn

[bright-and-burning]

lando shirtless oscar in a hoodie is why i am thoroughly convinced that has to be strip poker bc in what world is lando warmer than oscar

[orpheuslament]

when im at the being loud & annoying contest but my opponents are the upstairs neighbours

[tubelight-404]

FIRST TIME GIVES INEFFABLE HUSBANDS VIBES AND I DONT THINK I CAN HANDLE IT 😭😭😭

[b4kuch1n]

fuck it sk8 sketches from da sketchbook. get sk8ed idiot

[gemharvest]

Showers are heavenly until you remember you actually have to Wash yourself and then it becomes the most boring fucking thing on planet Earth. I should be able to sit in scalding hot water for 10 minutes and not have to do anything else to be clean wdym I actually have to. wash my hair and wash my body and brush my teeth.

[radioisntdead]

listening to ASMR again, WHY DO THEY KEEP KILLING OFF MY FAMILY??? WHAT DID THEY DO?? THEY COULD BE ALIVE? THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PLOT YOU JUST KILLED THEM OFF FOR FUN???

[crybaby-bkg]

I haven’t been feeling too well physically for the past few weeks so I scheduled an appointment with my doctor and she told me to fill out these forms. I put down that I was allergic to a certain ingredient in most medications. she asked me again during the appt if I was allergic to anything and I told her that ingredient again. she gives me an antibiotic. can anyone guess what was in it (hint: the only thing I’m allergic to)

[puppppppppy]

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

[thedarklordsnicklefritz]

Me: I know people are horny for ascended Astarion, and they're valid, but unascended is the "good" ending for his character, ascending just reinforces his flawed worldviews about kindness and power, it backtracks his character development and growth-

Someone: Ascended Astarion can turn into a cute Lil bat

Me: ASCENSION TIME

[carbonateddelusion]

sits here. my mood has been swinging back and forth like a pendulum lately

[almostvermin]

okay now that im actually confronting it this makes a whole lotta sense that im going to continue to ignore

[29121996]

can i uhhh gwt a loan of $5000 please

[thementalistscandidate]

I’m meant to pick my gran and her friend up “some time after 3” but I just checked her location and she’s 3 and a half hours away and it’s 2:30pm so. I’m guessing they got delayed.

[randomwriteronline]

@mcnixie i wrote a second one as a bonus (and apology)

special thanks to @ingo-ingoing-ingone for making me rotate kyurem n emmet in the microwave of my brain and @insane-control-room for figuring out what would be the best dish for the situation

The clicking started much sooner than last time. It started loudly, before the muted sound of human steps could fully reach its hardly functioning ears, and it allowed it to dull its aggression into a general wariness.

Kyurem did not look at him as he approached quietly, slowly, clicking his tongue at steady intervals. He stopped walking when the massive husk shifted and began lowering its body as though getting into a battle stance; instead, much to his surprise, it simply tucked its massive legs a little closer to its torso as it laid down even if still notably tense.

Emmet clicked again, a little louder and much quicker, without moving an inch. He hadn’t expected to be almost welcomed into its like that.

A chilling growl rattled through the chasm, covering the ground before the maw in frost.

Ah. Of course.

The human resumed his slow calming chanting, taking equally slow rhythmic steps forward as he played with the things he was holding onto. Even when he was so terribly, exhilaratingly close to the dragon, it did not in any way turn its head to take him in - a sign which meant it was at ease with him.

He laid out the large bowl as close to the muzzled maw as possible. Taking care to keep clicking his tongue, and to move as slow and silently as possible, he uncorked the thermos and poured part of its contents.

Even with such terribly damaged senses, Kyurem picked up the smell.

Emmet watched it turn blindly towards the ceramic on the cold ground, grunting quietly what should have been a few cautious sniffs; it carefully dipped the icy tip of its muzzle into the warm liquid with a tentative motion and remained perfectly still for what felt like hours.

Then it took a sip that drained half the bowl.

A low rumble reverberated through the cold hollow body.

With a second sip the warm treat was already finished. The man refilled the dish with more broth, and looked as the horrible beast sank its jagged teeth back in it and drank it all in only two laps before diligently awaiting the next serving.

They repeated this curious ritual until the first thermos was completely empty, and then again, until the second one was too, and then Emmet absentmindedly gazed with his cheek pressed against the cold rough skin at Kyurem as it licked and scraped the ceramic for any more warm droplets left in the bowl like any other domesticated well-loved pokémon would have done while whistfully wishing he’d prepared a third one.

This entire situation was...

Awfully surprising.

Who knew the same terrifying, cold, barely capable of feeling beast that had held the region hostage in its own freezing cage happened to apparently have a soft spot for a little too salty vegetable soup.

His warm sigh condensed on the cold scales. No thoughts, no worries plagued him at that moment. A comfortable emptiness enveloped him.

If he could have brought a pot and fire, and grown produce down here... Maybe he would have remained like this, last priest of a long gone Dragon, sacrificing vegetable broth to its shell to appease it. The idea wasn’t necessarily bad. In that moment it was to a new leaf to turn to like any other. A change of pace: stillness instead of constant movement, quiet instead of screaming rails, loneliness instead of passengers stuffed into cars like sardines. Pretty radical for an early midlife crisis but he couldn’t find any complaints about it.

Ah, but it would have grown boring.

Eating the same thing every day.

“Have you ever been to the sea?”

The pokémon growled without any real aggression.

An old memory, maybe. Devoid of color or smell or taste.

Hm.

“I’ll make you seafood soup next time.“

Unless he was imagining things - which he likely was - the grumbled reply seemed to be looking forward to it.

[skitskatdacat63]

There's this nearly 4 hour movie I've been meaning to watch for a while and I was like "ah maybe ill watch it tonight hehe 🥰" and then I remember...quali is at 9 🫠