#i really liked that one

[lured-into-wonderland]

"you shouldn’t ask questions you know the answer to" from Jason

“Why?” – she wasn’t teasing him in that very moment and with that very question. Nunnally was really curious of w h y he thought so. Though truth to be told, she could imagine why. The demon princess could understand (without being answered) why his lips didn’t want to give her answers. The answers she knew, but also the answers she wanted to hear again and again. And even though she thought she knew them, perhaps she did not? Much time had passed since Jason had left. And not that much since she had arrived and forced him to share his little flat with her. She knew it was only for a time being (so short when compared with her (and his) life span), so she wanted to have something to remember. Something to cherish when Jason would again become a memory from her past.

It's such a sad future for her!

And so Nunnally didn’t intend to stop asking these questions. She wanted him to repeat his answers over and over again, especially that she expected she’d like them. But perhaps she wouldn’t? Perhaps Jason had changed. Perhaps there was someone else who had taken her place? Perhaps he had left and she had been w r o n g all the time?

Perhaps she had changed, too?

She stood up and walked to Jason. No, she was wrong now. He didn’t change (or at least not that much). She didn’t change (and if anything she had only gained more confidence in herself. In them).

“No, Jason.” – she moved her pretty head letting her golden hair dancing around her shoulders – “No, Jason…” – she repeated in a sweet tone – “Why would I stop asking them, if I want to hear the answers again and again? Even if I know them, I want your lips to whisper them to me.” – she was standing there, so close to him, smiling gently, but there were playful sparks in her eyes. Her hand reached for his chin, and held it for a moment, before her fingertips brushed his cheeks. Her voice was quiet when she spoke again; almost a whisper: --

“Why wouldn’t I want to hear from you that you regret you had left?”

“That you are happy I found you…?”

“… that you wouldn’t let me leave again…?”

“…that you are jealous about me…?”

She was closing the distance between them as she spoke. The last question was almost whispered into his ear; her warm breath touching his skin.

“Why wouldn’t I want to hear you saying that you are now thinking about my lips?”

“That you want to claim them for yourself? Claim me…?” – it was hard to say how serious she was. Was she just teasing? Or did she truly believe in her own words? Or was she spelling out her own desires?

“That you want me, Jason…”

“…and you love me…?”

She stopped as if she said to much. As if she didn’t want to go that far.

“I will not stop, Jason…” – she whispered before she gently placed him in her embrace – “I want you to be the one saying all that to me…I want to be sure and not to suspect...”

Source // no longer accepting

@starzfield

[july-19th-club]

reading through the datlow anthology 'screams from the dark' by Coolest Titles Only so far ive read 'wet red grin' (really good but im not sure how well the vernacular reads on the page; i would've liked to hear it as an audiobook i think that would be its IDEAL medium) and 'the virgin jimmy peck' (aka no mpreg jokes allowed we took a 7-11 employee and rosemary's babied him (he was rosemary) and it was one of the saddest, most emotionally-urgent things ever)

[anadorablekiwi]

Somehow my stress squish narwhal got knocked off my desk and the dog chewed its horn and a fin off 😒😞

Dammit i did not need this today-

[midnightfrappe]

Okay i can finally sleep after rambling about the movie, now i can continue to draw silly jesters

[quibbs126]

I’ve been listening to Kirby boss themes and watching a play though of Forgotten Lands, and now I really want to fight a Kirby boss

But alas, I don’t have a Kirby game. And I couldn’t find any at the store that weren’t $60

[valtsv]

stuck between "psychological horror statement" and "objectively the funniest thing you could say to your real flesh and blood dad" in the father's day card aisle

[frenchublog]

kosovo miku

[unsung-idiot]

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

[carefulzombie]

gf fandom in 2016: if you so much as hint - even jokingly! - about the nature of ford and bill’s relationship being anything other than platonic (and even then you NEED to give a disclaimer that bill is manipulating him!) then you support abusive relationships

gf fandom in 2024:

[canisalbus]

✦ Pebble ✦

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[delyth88]

At full scale.

[littlelightfish]

Funny things I found out playing with language setting in Netflix while looking episode 15:

Chilchuck's scream sounds HAUNTED in brazilian portuguese. Give it a try if you can.

(You can hear it here)

In spanish dub, Senshi says: "tocó mis senos de hombre", which means "he touched my man boobs" in Spanish. And I think that's the best dub line one so far.

[starbuck]

i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’

[inbabylontheywept]

I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be

a). I needed to watch that car and

b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.

It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.

Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.

So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.

She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?

And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:

"Because it was foretold."

And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.

I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.

[kotse]

@hg-aneh your honor they’re silly

edit: i am NOT aneh!! i love and have borrowed their character designs, no affiliation!!