#i should have been asleep an hour ago

[normshortfornormal]

steb who loves you so easily, easily as breathing, like loving you is second nature to him. steb who holds true in your love, who knows that even when things are hard or uncertain, the love you have for each other will always be certain and true. steb who never doubts your love, not even for a second. steb who fights for you as much as you fight for him. steb who trusts in you, trusts in your love and devotion. steb who will faithfully stay by your side no matter what. steb whose devotion runs so deep that you don't have to worry about him leaving you, not even for a moment. just steb :(

[unhingedlesbear]

a LOT of waiting around in this lil competitive game

[blu3birdprince]

If anyone happens to find a death note, I have a few suggestions. For research.

[drconstellation]

Salad? Hmm.

Aziraphale is holding two types of figs. One is a fiddle leaf, which is rather popular at the moment for indoor plants, I'm not sure about the other.

Crowley has the Monstera, a snake plant, and what might be an Aspidistra, or Cast-Iron plant, because they are very tough and hard to kill. Really. They did so well in dim dark Victorian houses.

Yes, the Monstera does produce edible fruit, but the UK would be too cold a place for it to do that.

I have rather admired the small portable replica Garden of Edens, er, the boxes, I mean, myself. They look just like the walls of the original Eden, don't they. Crowley does rather like to cart that little reminder of that original home around with him for comfort. So yeah, welcome home, darling...

If we're talking about the S2 kiss...

...we might need to be more specific. There's the 2.06 one, sure, but there's also...

...the Romeo & Juliet one...

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, / And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss...

...the sleight-of-hand, blink-and-you-miss-it, "very nice" one...

... and the 'welcome home, sweetheart, you can kiss the canopy 'hello' since you've been playfully ignoring my vavoom-recollecting flirtations' one...

So many options...

[krysmcscience]

BILLDUMP TIME (with transparency, because I can). Don't mind me, I'm just yeeting my goofy art at some way more talented individuals out of nowhere and then hauling ass back to the security of being a weird silent lurker ahaha

@tesscourtes and @beccadrawsstuff, respectively! These two Bills make a little prism of sorts together because of their recent crossovers on Patreon~ :3c Speaking of which, I highly recommend supporting both these artists! They do fantastic work! (TessCourtes and Beccup)

@qoolk on the left, and @monobmp on the right! I am such a sucker for these outfits~ OuO Go and check these two out, their art is phenomenal!!! >u<

@1spooky2me The most difficult Bill of the lot for me to draw, ahaha... Their art is so incredibly consistent and dynamic, I am, a little envious <:,) A little envious, but mostly impressed, so go look at their amazing art, what are you waiting for

And finally, @ckret2, whose writing is sublimely in-character and just a delight to read - they're a great artist, as well! I simply Could Not resist drawing their Bill in this ridiculous incredible and very fashionable pink feather dress, even though he only briefly wears it in their fic, so I also did a little bonus doodle of him in his standard hoodie to make up for it. XD (Also, as far as I'm concerned, Bill and Mabel were both correct in that lime green accessories make the dress Much Better.)

This is just a small selection of the human Bill designs I enjoy. I may draw and post more later on, who knows! Feel free to reblog with some neat Bill designs, either your own or by other folks - if any of the designs particularly call to me, I'll add them to the little list I've got going~ :D (Alternatively, if you really like my stuff and want me to draw something specific, you could...mmm...perhaps, commission me...? OuO)

Also I'm tagging Billford because uhhhh yeah, sorry not sorry, every single one of these Bills is getting shipped with Ford by the artists in some way or another, lmao

[solo-walker]

Eventually, of course, Anthony realises he just doesn't have the means to adopt the sheer number of kids who'd been freed from the Silver Line. And it gets increasingly harder to explain the sudden influx of children (all in the garb of various periods of history) in a home previously occupied by only three people.

Clarissa too gets adopted. And as much as Anthony, Jennifer and Benjamin hate to see her go, it has to be done. Clarissa feels... mixed. She will forever be indebted to the family who pulled her out of the vortex of her own nightmare, and oh she will miss them terribly, but it's hard to move on from the gaping and now silent hole in Benjamin's wall. It's hard to ignore how Benjamin sometimes struggles to remember his own name and it's hard to not instinctively check for her own worn out ticket, bought ages ago when time still had meaning.

She gets the fresh start she wanted, somewhere far away overseas, with a home in New Jersey and a mother with a kind smile who marks this chapter of her life by letting her pick out a new name. Clarissa Suzanne has a nice ring to it, she thinks. She stays in touch with Benjamin of course, he's the only one who understands. In fact, despite the distance, he grows to be one of her closest friends.

That's only because the title of 'best friend' is taken by Amanda. Dear, supportive Amanda, always ready for a game of hide-and-seek, always ready to listen and offer advice, always ready to go along with whatever scheme Clarissa came up with. When Clarissa seeks her help in winning Mark back, Amanda agrees despite her splintering heart. She says nothing. But then again, she'd always been good at hiding.

Benjamin had heard loads about Amanda over the years, and had waited eagerly for the day he'd get to meet Clarissa's best friend. When he arrives with his parents to attend the proper wedding of Clarissa and Mark, he expects to be introduced to a bustling and cheery young woman. He certainly doesn't expect to spend the latter half of the evening comforting a bereft Amanda as she sobs into her hands. She begs him not to tell Clarissa anything. He doesn't know what he could possibly say.

[threegreenpillows]

big doodle page, some of my latest obsessions and random things

[bisexualmcqueen]

May i offer for the salqueen babies au...

The one kid that isnt hyper crazy like lightning is crazy like sally. Seems tame and normal but *nothing is getting past them.* that child is staring up at you like 👁👁 and making lawyerly arguments at the age of 4.

EXACTLY several of them would be in debate club but. here hangon im tired i have one idea so far about the school situation (at least when theyre younger, we havent aged them past like 13 at most yet bc the canon timeline doesnt even go that far)

gotta make teacher ocs maybe^ new RS residents W?

and we dont have all their personalities worked out yet but heres some veeery loose notes:

(juice may be the hypertyped one actually. she wound up with drag car genes for some un-fuckingknown reason <lightning's genetics are a mysterious mystery and to boot there's only One of him On Earth. <which is a plot point)

lightning is an anxious reactive metal horse with OCD so sorry kiddos

^scared of mater <ive been waiting for any excuse to post these scs

there's also some fun stuff in the tiktok socmed "fic" wip i have that pokes fun at sally also being a fucking weirdo (the Cones to people with 0 context has got to be pretty funny). (the kids secretly run a tiktok account and the comment section gaffs about calling cps sometimes idk how to explain it? like radiator springs is filmed in such a way that the audience is partly convinced their entire family is made of serial killers/the mafia when in reality the kids are very well off and are just making silly posts about their family).

[jay shuster, 2004, art of cars] ^inside of sally's brain /hj

ANYWAYS this sounds exactly like the NASA kid who is convinced she can get to space. (she probably will wind up as an astrophysicist at the least.)

[thegreenhordes]

The Attack Pt2

Null: Shit, Shit, Shit! Growlers screech and groan behind him, attracted to the noise of his initial assailant and his own loud running. He's being cornered, and he soon won't have the energy to keep running.

The seconds pass before Null makes a choice- He Stops Running. And then, just as the Growlers close in, their maws open wide and teeth sharp, he puts down a quick- but weak- barrier. It won't last long, he needs to think fast. His stomach churns as he watches the Growler horde start to turn on each other already, one closer to the front biting down hard on the neck of another. It never ceases to disturb him, the things the late stage infected will do.

His head tilts as the voice of one of his new stalkers reaches his ears.

Null: I don't intend to die anytime soon.

He doesn't sound very confident of that.

Blood and Carnage- They're banging at the barrier- no time no time no tiME.

[kedreeva]

Part of the moss cleaning process; it gets brought in and dumped into my sink, where it gets an initial cleaning. I remove any debris and detritus I can find, and take the "roots" as close to down to bare as I can get them. They get a hot water soak (about 135F to start with) for a bit to loosen anything else up, and then they get a second cleaning, to get to this:

Then they get a quick hydrogen peroxide mix bath to sanitize them, then a rinse, then drying overnight on paper towels. They'll get one more rinse, and then they're ready!

This batch I'm using for the snail babies, in their mini terrariums.

The last batch went into the big terrarium, which has just some isopods/springtails in it so far but will have snails, too. I put together a little trellis for the ivy.

And what's an update without saying hello to Whiskey, who is doing yoga to repair a nick in his shell.

Goodnight!

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

m. me when. me when shadowgast.

[prince-raisins-art]

SIGHHH must i do EVERYTHING MYSELF around here

[atoltia]

New farmer in town.

had ideas in my head. couldn't get contain them. i apologize in advance afsafasf

somehow this turned into March's pov and tbh it is what it is

Warning: mild swearing

~0~

People had expectations when they found out that someone would be moving into the old farmhouse south of the town.

It took a little over a week for someone to accept the terms to the land, which wasn't at all surprising. The earthquake took toll on Mistria and not many of the passing adventurers were willing to help out on the rebuilding efforts and monetary aid from the Capital would take days, if not weeks, to arrive unless the trade roads were cleared in a timely fashion.

When Adeline said someone bit on the notice, people were ecstatic. That old farm was decrepit for years with no one bold enough to take on the labor to tend to it long term.

There were bets called from the old guards. Of course there were. Will it be a runaway from one of the neighboring cities trying to find their fortune? Will it be some lowly adventurer that found out early in their career that adventuring and the mercenary life was just not for them? Will it be a former noble exiled by their family to some small town in the middle of nowhere with the hopes that they'll be able to come back as the prodigal child to vye for the position of head of the family, if not the throne (Maple was particularly fond of this theory)?

Not all of the theories were as dramatic as these, however. Celine hoped for a plant lover like herself. His brother, Olric, hoped for an outdoorsy person like himself.

March, of course, didn't care.

They didn't need another person to live here. They were doing fine. His brother, Ryis, and he would be enough. It's not like one person could make that big of a difference. The person could be some shady motherfucker, anyway.

Well, whatever he thought, he would have been wrong either way.

The new "farmer" was not some naive, doe-eyed low level adventurer who had nothing to their name but the clothes on their back. The new farmer was not some inexperienced moron that needed handholding throughout every step. No, they didn't get any of that.

What they got was a woman, taller than most of the women in Mistria, with long (though not as long as that witch Juniper's) hair as dark as midnight. There was a cautiousness to her eyes, one that he couldn't quite pinpoint, that was present even when Adeline was excitedly chatting her up in the town square. Dark, dark eyes fully alert to the comings and goings around them. She was polite enough, he'd give her that.

The chatter changed its tone rather immediately. The woman, Sandra, was here barely here a week before the rumors and gossip started anew.

Balor said he saw her scale the side of one of the cliffs at the western side of Mistria without breaking a sweat. Nora said she was damn sure she saw a knife tucked beneath her shirt while harvesting some berries in the eastern ruins. Dell was adamant that she saw their new villager transform into a dragon at the western excavation site (this was an fib and everyone knew it).

But he didn't care. March did not at all care. He just hoped to god that the woman would leave him the hell alone.

Boy was he wrong.

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for anyone wonder who my oc is, meet sandra haha (gonna make more art of her soon)

What his eyes can see, part 1

[dysfunctionalcreature]

I'm delirious and half asleep but I just had the thought:

Kevin in a moment of weakness begging Andrew to call him a "girl", not even caring whether Andrew says it in a positive or derogatory way, and Andrew responding by calling Kevin "babygirl".... of course Kevin fucking melts at that

[moth-of-mild-anxiety]

*Spoilers for the horror game Mouthwashing*

Mouthwashing is about confidence and glass houses.

Captain Curly's glass house was built on his belief in good. His glass house goes up in a raging fireball smelted down into a bead. Even in the end that core remains even if it isn't able to do anything but roll around.

Daisuke had a classical young man's thoughts and emotions. His house was thin, wavering in the critique of others and his own inability. His house flickered like fire outside utility when he is forced to realize that authority is not always real and experience does not know all.

Swansea doesn't have a glass house. He has a bunker of diamond. His thoughts and opinions have crystallized and he is unshakeable. He knows the writing is on the wall. It takes a bullet to shatter his physical self but that bunker didn't even dent.

Anya may have had a glass house before but it's been destroyed for a while now due to actions before the events on that cursed ship. All her optimism died in the horror of the crash and her confidence is fleeting. Now all she has is the crystalline shards she wields as bloody knives in her hands.

Jimmy doesn't have a glass house. He has a opaque plastic house that obscures what he sees and what others see of him. I imagine his confidence like the plastic smile on a toy action hero. Fake. Useless. In the end the plastic melts and drips like wax in the heat.

[weidli]

i changed the locks, but your key's still working

(Loustat // Dessa, Matches to Paper Dolls)