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[sky-poprocks]

remember the days when Sky had traveling spirits be one of the only ways to get spirit's basic emotes/calls/stances outside of getting them when they had their season active?

[araiz-zaria]

...hey y'all, reminder that you could support me on ko-fi!

But that's not all...if you donate $9 (or upwards of that) then you could get bonus inked sketch of a character (could be fictional, OCs, or even a historical figure! 😉) of your choice, holding a drinky-drink also of your choice (...this is ko-fi after all heheh 😆), so keep that in mind!

[helianskies]

12 or 13 for characters/couple of your choice?

perfect choice! i've been waiting to unleash these morons once more—

Snowball

“Throw that snowball, and you’ll be in big trouble!” 

Antonio and Gilbert both halt. Each carries a snowball in hand, and they share a look between them that, to Francis, spells out only mischief and madness.

The three of them have gathered for their annual holiday celebration in Germany. Snow has blessed them this year—a pleasant surprise, particularly for Antonio and Francis who do not see it so often—and, as would only naturally follow, the trio have ventured outside. 

Perhaps only somewhat surprisingly, it had been Antonio who had started the war. The first snowball had flown just shy of Francis’ person and hit Gilbert square in the chest. He’d sworn, laughed, and then instantly taken to gathering up snow to launch his counteroffensive—and the rest is history!

Now here Francis stands, in the middle of a spontaneous warzone, two friends throwing snowballs at each other and narrowly missing him until, at last, he is faced by a brazen Gilbert, poised and ready to throw his next load of ammunition right at the Frenchman.

So, “Throw that snowball, and you’ll be in big trouble!” he warns his friend, wanting him to see sense rather than his usual mayhem.

It earns naught but a grin, toothy and cheeky—Gilbert all over. 

"You should know by now that he's into being told off!" Antonio reminds Francis out of left field in due course, just as he lobs a fresh snowball at Gilbert, which hits the other cleanly in the shoulder. "Aha! Gotcha!"

“That was so underhand, Fernández!” Gilbert calls back at him, and, once more, Francis is forced to duck and avoid an incoming ball of snow and ice. 

This is not exactly his idea of fun, he has to admit. He doesn’t want to think he and his two dear friends have interests that are that different, but in winter, they are certainly different creatures:

Francis much prefers the indoors at this time of year, huddling in front of a fire, a glass of warm spiced wine, watching those terribly entertaining straight-to-TV Christmas rom-com films; Gilbert is more the sort who likes to be outdoors, who embraces the cold, who visits Austria to go skiing (and pester his old flame while he’s at it), who can’t sit still; and Antonio is like a fine blend of the two.

And a… an avid fan of starting snowball fights, it seems…

…Speaking of snowball fights—

“Ow!”

“Haha! Take that!”

“Children, please,” Francis tries to placate as Antonio recovers from a direct hit. “Can we maybe park this little Spanish-Prussian war for now and, uh, retreat back inside?” he suggests. “You know, I am struggling to feel my fing—”

Antonio gasps, loud and mortified. His ready-to-go snowball drops down to the ground and his hands fall over his face, masking his shock for a few seconds, before he cries out a furious, “Gilbert!”

Gilbert, however, gives no response nor reaction. Perhaps he is in shock, too, just as Antonio is, and just as Francis is.

Because Francis has just received a faceful of hard snow. It feels as though winter has exploded across his skin, so cold, so icy, so horrid. He’s aghast. He’s deeply offended. He wipes the remnants of snow from his face and slowly turns to look at his assailant—his friend turned enemy—with betrayal threatening to spill over his rim.

He takes a deep breath. 

“Gilbert…”

“Oh, Scheisse…”

“Gilbert, mon ami, where are you running, huh?”

“Just, uh… Just saw something really interesting over here! That’s all!”

“Go easy on him, Fran, you know his bones are as brittle as breadsticks!”

“Then he should be more careful about running so fast, no? He could slip! He could hurt himself!” Francis calls over his shoulder as he finishes forming a snowball of his own, marching rather fast in Gilbert’s footsteps. “And that would be such a shame, especially on our special weekend together!”

Antonio doesn’t doubt it. But, on second thought… Perhaps he should not interfere with Francis’ revenge; he would hate to be caught by the backswing of his rounded, snowy sword…

[ final wordcount, 680 words! ]

[saintvampe]

do yall love her....

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[soupevil]

Video of me trying to write the number 3 in professor layton game for 1 minute

[theblob1958]

people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.

[astronomalyy]

parenting

[yiga-hellhole]

me when i have like 20 notifications in the span of five minutes and when i go check its just the same guy rapidfire liking and reblogging posts

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[cw-ianthe]

FINALLY some good fucking feature ideas from the tumblr devs. tamagotchi renaissance now

[ladychlo]

Motaz Azaiza interviewed by Ajstream after fleeing Gaza, please do watch the whole interview...

[aliendeity]

the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, especially with the help of a physical therapist, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.

[monsoon-of-art]