#i thought it was funn

[flowers-in-the-basement]

the first time Dean looked at his brother, only 13 and looking younger and saw something he wanted like he wanted the girls in town he felt an unbearable disgust. A week-long bender later he realized that it was even worse than he thought, he didn't want Sammy like he wanted all those girls in bars, he wanted him like the prince wants the princess, a fairy-tale true love, deep kiss as the screen turns black kinda want. He, of course, threw up as soon as he realized that.

Sam was 15 now, less skinny but still, his bones showed when he stretched and Dean was constantly stuck between a motherly wanting to put more meat on his bones and a not-so motherly wanting to eat him alive. Most days he wasn't sure if that was sexual or if he was just even more disgusting than he thought.

[ratatatastic]

"how many mouthguards does matthew tkachuk chew through every season?" "3 maybe? 2 or 3 a season?...but in playoffs i actually switch each and every round"

CBS News Miami | 6.28.24 (x)

THATS A 1 ROUND MOUTHGUARD???? THAT WHAT HIS MOUTHGUARD LOOKS LIKE AFTER A SINGULAR SERIES????? (x)

the more matthew denies it not being about "chewing through" his mouthguard the more it makes it seems like its because he chewed through his mouthguard like that is a maintenance issue THERE IS A HOLE IN THERE???? HELP???

also him mentioning that he likes his equipment fresh for playoffs and changes it every round which is so prevalent because THIS is what he had to say about the mere notion of new skates when asked on media day before the 2324 season started...

survey says that all cats who were asked (and shown) agreed they could not stand the idea of never getting new skates and went for "never be able to get a new pair of gloves"...matthew being the only one to go for "never be able to get a new pair of skates" (x)

youre telling me despite how much he obviously hates the physical discomfort of the cinch of new skates he still elects to change them because playoff superstitions (its not about about superstitions! he says...as if he also hasnt said on camera that the oldest piece of equipment he has is his jock and will in fact NEVER change it like that doesnt reek of sibney-isms...the way this man has influenced a whole generation of children...)

[not-equippedforthis]

thinking about rudyard funn's true interests slowly becoming more apparent, mostly without his distinct realisation: the family business is his torch to carry, and even if it isn't a passion it's a duty, it's his life; it's not supposed to be fun. antigone has always been a dark, burning flame for biology and embalming and the science of it all: to her, it's an art as gorgeous as the 4 hour silent french films she watches. her true yet restrained passions for literature and theatre run and flourish throughout the podcast alongside it.

but rudyard? it's an order: he gets the body in the coffin in the ground on time. the part he likes about funeral directing is the directing. giving everyone a clean, timed, proper service. episode 4, when organising the fete, he says, i, i do like spreadsheets. its the one thing he's good at. except he likes building mouse furniture. for mice. he enjoys organising and scheduling --- nothing more to it, really, but then he becomes the town's archivist and promptly engulfs 300 years of town history in what's probably the span of a few days. he can't help but bring up town history. it's his job, what do you mean? he likes spreadsheets. he cares infinitely about upkeeping the burial grounds. touching corpses freaks him out. he's an agent of looney-tunes style mayhem and a symbol of death who also adores order and planning and by god he'll pose in a naked calendar if it saves his fucking schedule. they will get the body in the coffin in the ground on time. day one, it's all about time. if one historical detail is off he'll implode. he knows seemingly everything about history, now. he'd go crazy for wikipedia. someone should get him to watch cunk on earth. update: finally got myself to finish the finale. i'm so happy for them i could and did cry. 'i like researching history' and 'i like writing porn' siblings i love you so.

[paw-padss]

ayato headcannons bc i can’t finish any drafts love his potential gap moe ^^;

super clingy in the sense that he'll always want to be by your side whenever he can, and is always missing you whenever he has to be away for long

despite his appearance, he's actually really into cute stuff because of all the time he spent with ayaka, especially penguins. he has a season pass to the aquarium just so he could go see the penguin shows on his days off

he also uses that season pass to take you on aquarium dates :3 (he very happily takes you to the penguin show...)

and back to him being clingy, big. spoon. ayato. just imagine this man practically clinging to you whenever he has to get up for work?

call me a hypocrite but I can totally imagine him being a bit, awkward, when it comes to outward affection, giving and receiving. like even though he hides it well he definitely gets like excitedly nervous when you guys kiss or give gifts and stuff

back to him being real awkward about affection really just imagine him trying to keep his composure, hiding his blushing smile after you pack him lunch, get him a suit, give him a kiss, just anything of that sort

am I allowed to use quality time and gift giving as his love languages because YES.

is it weird that I can imagine him sending you sweet love letters while pinning for you, and like they would be like really poetic and well written..

[thecoolerliauditore]

beauty of the divorce quartet actually is that no matter where you draw the relationship lines you get a fun and fucked up dynamic to think about

[angryducktimemachine]

I think what I personally really enjoy about AroAce Rudyard is that I know, in my heart, that he would not ONCE spend a single thought thinking he was broken. This man is fully convinced everyone else is just being unnecessarily weird, which really resonates with me, who also spend like 22 years of his life not even considering the possibility that there's something "wrong" with me and that everyone else is simply a little overdramatic over love and sex.

[sualne]

my voice has started to drop and ive been in a near constant state of gender euphoria this week :DD

[ddarker-dreams]

what memento the yan genshin characters would keep of you on their person . came to me in a vision.

art they drew of you themselves: albedo, kaveh

art they commissioned someone else to draw of you: zhongli, diluc, ayato

a photograph of you together: childe, kaeya

a photograph with only you in it: scaramouche, eula, ei

doesn't see the point in mementos because if they want a reminder of you, they'd just go to you: alhaitham, xiao, shenhe

custom TCG card of you with a holographic back: cyno

[cursedc00kies]

SUAGR RUSH THEMED MAGMA I DID WITH MY AWESOME BESTIES!1!1!1!1!

I need to explode all of ur guys goobers/pos

Credit for most of the doodles goes to: @how-to-humaning-401 @mothhue @t052ther0b0t and @milk-box-16 (my awesome swagger besties whose art is really cool and scrumptious)

(Also here's my main because I normally post stuff like this there: @witch-sweets)

[daily-odile]

Saw this blog on my dash and IMMEDIATELY followed and subscribed. I love Odile and I love your art style! Thank you for blessing us with your art, and I hope you have a lovely day!

Aaaa right back at you!! Thank you for checking my silly little blog where I draw the same old woman 20 times. The tags fuel me throughout the entire day

Here's a few bonus (ooc) sketches for today

[bookwyrminspiration]

What if Keefe is horrifyingly muscular everywhere except his abs. Like Dwayne Johnson, with no abs. Thoughts?

and prayers who let that boy loose in slurps n burbs </3

[hephaestuscrew]

A fun thing about me is that I will probably think about Antigone Funn every time I butter a slice of toast for the rest of my life.

[dragonologist-phd]

(Wooden Overcoats S3E2, “Altar Ego”)

See I say a lot how Antigone writing erotic novels is such a vital part of her character arc and I think sometimes it sounds like a joke (it is admittedly kinda a funny sentence) but I mean it so seriously and I love it

It’s just so nice to see her acknowledge (and celebrate!) her own desires and overcome her internalized shame! And everyone supports her! And it’s all about doing it on her own terms! And I love her!

[horse-head-farms]

okay since this is now on my mind

curious what other people think. pick based on whatever metric you want - most logical sense, most fun, one you’d want to see. we must decide as a community

[kallistersbullshit]

@pillowspace here take a thingy *slams down on table and scurries away*

(this is technically my first 2nd person/reader fic, so uhh hopefully it’s not too bad):

You’ve been running yourself ragged with your daycare duties lately. It’s the… seventh loop? Maybe. You’re not sure. All you know is that you’re getting nowhere in your search for the cause of the time loops, spending your nights sleeplessly jotting ideas down in your notebook - though you know you’ll have to rewrite everything next time.

You don’t know how much longer you can take it.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

You flinch hard, snapping your head up from where it laid on the desk. Above you towers Sun, patiently waiting for an answer behind the computer, fidgeting anxiously with the ribbons on his wrists.

“Me? Oh! Oh yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Sun deflates a bit. “You don’t… seem fine. Normally you leave by now but you’ve had your head down for quite a while. Did you get enough sleep last night?” “Isn’t that Moon’s catchphrase?” you ask, cocking your head.

“You make it hard to resist,” he replied, chuckling nervously.

“Well I did, so again, no reason to worry. I’ll be out of your… er, rays in no time.” Sun flinches, holding his hands out to shake them in denial. “Nonono! I’m not trying to get rid of you, promise! I’m just worried - me and Moon both!”

He leans over the desk to get a better look at you - horrible bags under your eyes, shirt buttoned incorrectly, and a disgruntled, slightly annoyed expression on your face. You quickly change it to a smile, shaking your head.

“I’m telling you it’s fine, Sun. And you’re right - I should probably get going now. See you tomorrow.”

“S-See you tomorrow…”

You smile more genuinely and stand up to grab your bag from the side desk, slinging it over your shoulder and signing off of the computer before walking over to the large double-doors. You place your hand on the handles just as you feel a light touch on your arm - a cold, hard touch.

Like metal.

You jerk away immediately, wildly swinging your bag around to hit your attacker directly in the neck, knocking his head loose and sending his faceplate spinning wildly. The sound of your feet pounding against the ground fills your ears as you follow your escape route as fast as you can. He'll take a bit of time - though not much - to connect to the wire, so the second-floor exit should work best.

You’re halfway up the staircase when you come to an abrupt stop, glancing up frantically at the bright lights illuminating your path. You whip your head around to see Sun sprawled out on the ground, his rays still spinning from the impact, his eyes already dim.

Your breath hitches. You practically leap down the stairs to rush to his side, kneeling at his side to inspect his faceplate. You can hear your heart pounding heavily as you carefully turn his head from side to side. As expected: the collision had ripped multiple wires and loosened the screws at the base of his neck. It was an easy fix, but it would leave the attendant immobilized for a while.

You stand up, stumbling over to the computers. You quickly log back in to file a report to Parts & Services, describing the wreckage in a brief summary before immediately logging back out. Stepping carefully over Sun’s body, you approach the double doors, where you left your bag. You pick it up, turning to glance back at your fallen friend. Your hands are still shaking - your breath hasn’t entirely calmed down yet.

You hurry out of the daycare, still listening to the pounding of your heart and the anxious taps of your feet on the floor.

Hopefully you'll catch yourself from hurting them next time.