#i'm fucking dumb tbh

[i-ran-into-a-lampost]

This mf is TOO BIG!!!

[silusvesuius]

n*loth not being able to bag anyone over the (human term) age of 25-30 at most is the only logical and real conclusion to me because it can be just explained away as him wanting to prove and control everything and anyone (Cus he's a man!) but being stuck in that demographic because his unbearable and vile personality is a force that nobody can look past once they've outgrown the possible fear and idolization period of anyone but also n*loth in particular.

[trickerys-domain]

Honestly, the only song Käärijä should write in English, is a song about the pressures of singing in English to be 'more accessible'.

But write it in Finnish, put it through Google Translate and use that with no adjustments.

Call it - International Success

[disgruntleddemon]

people talk a lot about how Mapleshade shouldn't have tried to cross the river during a storm, but tbh Bluestar shouldn't have taken her kits out in a blizzard either

[moe-broey]

I don't think this is Moe's first offense (saying something brazen/flippant) but I do think it's the first time it's called the King a bitch. And it won't be the last! The funniest part of Anna being the one to take charge and chew Moe out is that it gives Moe the opportunity to do The Exact Same Thing to Alfonse one-on-one (you know... to test the waters... to see how he feels about it....). Which it is. Also promptly chastised for.

FAVE PANELS...

[marc--chilton]

(wcau) after scrapping with a fox aiming to take his territory and deeming his injuries as non-life threatening, rather than stay in his lonely little den or accept help from plainsclan, he dragged his battered body all the way to wilson's yard, slip through the latticework under the deck, and bunker down. he was found the morning after, sniffed out by amber and only saved by her respect for her twolegs' property. wilson tries to convince house to let them take him to a vet but house talks him down.

there's not really anything to hunt there under the deck -- even if there was, house is too sore to try -- so wilson sneaks him food from his bowl. he'll take a mouthful (shovel bites), trot outside, and drop it between the wood planks for house. it's not very tasty but it's kind of a religious experience so it evens out.

but becomes clear that house comes down with an infection a few days later, his voice not as strong when it drifts up to grumble at wilson and his meal delivery, "not hungry." wilson never stopped worrying so he doesn't hesitate taking this into his own paws, meowing incessantly at his twolegs, pawing at their faces or legs, trotting to the pet door when they try to pet him and scratching the floorboards outside.

amber's barking and growling is one thing -- she's painfully territorial so she barks at anything -- but wilson, for his friendly, curious nature, is exceptionally normal and pleasant, so this behavior gets their attention quickly. they're animal lovers, and by now they're aware of house coming and going and have grown to like him ("he has so much character!") so they don't hesitate to help him when they see him curled up in the cold dirt surrounded by old, grimy kibble and cobwebs. luckily for them, house is too ill and exhausted to put up much of a fight (he still gets burrito'd tho)

the vet stay is short and passes in a blur. house wakes up, feeling better but still weak, inside. as in inside the house. in a closed room. and there's a warm body next to him.

"hey," wilson greets him, wary of an outburst, for house to push him away. they'd never touched before. he's loafed, soft and warm and unmoving, and house decides immediately that he is an excellent pillow. "before you get mad, if i didn't get you help you probably would've died."

he thinks about it for a second. they're in an office where one of the adults of the house sometimes works remotely from; a low traffic room relinquished solely for house to heal in, even moved wilson's cat bed in for him. and apparently they trusted their pretty kitty alone with a feral cat (in reality while house was still unconscious wilson made a huge fuss about keeping house company to the point his twolegs gave in, especially when he darted inside while they were giving house more water to make up for what dehydrated, flopped down right next to him, and refused to move)

then house flops back down, rolling onto his side and his cheek squished into wilson's side, grumbling, "if they cut my balls off while i was out, i'd rather have died."

if he's bickering, he must feel better, so wilson lets himself relax a little. "i wouldn't know. can you feel your balls?"

and house just leers back, his eyes still a little unfocused, "i can't feel much of anything thanks to whatever they gave me. you should check for me." wilson does not take up this offer but his whiskers twitch with contained amusement so house counts it as a win anyway

[autumnbrambleagain]

i'm glad i save random things to my hd because i foudn this fucking nonsense i wrote in a fugue state 14 years and 2 months ago at 2am

the door is locked

whokilledem

the answers ghosts pat always ghosts

all these years in my line of work

a hundred murder cases and ghosts

all of em

henry you are the worst detective get out of here i am not hiring you anymore go back to

drinking whisky

and talking in metaphors

little did pat know that i was collecting evidence on him

evidence of crimes

ROARING TWENTIES CRIMES

dame sashayed into my door

legs short and compacted

like revolvers

her body long and flowing

like the smoke trail of revolvers

her eyes glistened black in her dangerous looking face

like the muzzle of a revolver

her whiskers twitched as she leaned over my desk

like a revolver sliding out its holster

in a weasely voice

like a revolver's report

she said she needed my help

like a revolver does for to be pulling its trigger

i couldnt resist her

just like a revolver bullet passin through my soft body

dame weasel i said

mickey is gonna come afta ya

you need a place to stay

like a holster

for revolvers

she leaned her long little body over my lap

like revolvers gearing up to be aimed

and she asked if i had an idea

like revolvers waiting to be fired

i told her to hide out with me

and my revolvers

we ended up in my bedroom

with my revolvers

and then she pulled out a revolver

it was a revolver

and she pointed it at me

like it was a revolver

and told me there was a change of plans

like revolvers changin' cylinders

and that mickey and his boys were coming for me

with revolvers

and if i stayed shut and still shed make sure they went easy on me

like well oiled revolvers

and i said to her

flapper stoat dame

i like ya babe

but no one points a revolver at

revolver henry

so i took out my revolver

and we shot at one another

with revolvers

and in the heat of the moment

like the heat of revolvers

we began to make love

with our revolvers

does it really end like this

i asked

as i stared down the snub nose of her revolver

yeah she said

cocking back her revolver

i was the crime boss all along she said

steadying her revolver

it is okay though

she said

shooting her revolver

if i hadnt noticed

she said

over the din of her revolver

she was

under that dress

a zombie thing

with a revolver

and shed bring me back

as a zombie

and i asked

as i felt my blood spill out

like the bullets of revolvers

if i could get to use revolvers

when i was a zombie

she said yes

and

for the first time in my life

i was happy

like revolvers

firing their first rounds

being a zombie

and a gangster

is not bad

like revolvers

i get to wear a suit

with stripes like the cylinders of revolvers

and i get to use guns

like revolvers

and taking orders from a compact chick

tough like a revolver

does something for me

i think i have found where i fit in

like bullets

in the chambers

of revolvers

[izzy-b-hands]

i saw your tag abt peanut butter, did you develop an allergy? :0

Oh no; I've had an allergy to tree nuts since I was a toddler! But I did have a period of time (like 18yo-24ish?) where as long as i took a Benadryl immediately after eating it, I could have some peanut food things (like paydays. and butterfinger, my god i miss butterfingers. all the good peanut desserts and even just chocolate covered ones!!) and basically no reaction as long as I took the Benadryl IMMEDIATELY. I only forgot once or twice and regretted it lol, it was Hives and Itching and Stomach Upset City

As of the last four years, I've had three major reactions thanks to my more severe nut allergies that come with anaphylaxis (like walnuts, cashews, all the ones that taste so damn good 😭 not as good as peanuts tho akdnfkgngn), two of which required me to hit the ER (and finally got my ins to cover epi pens for me! Didn't get any ins to cover them and mum couldn't afford them out of pocket, so I got my first ones at like 28 lmaooo) and since then I'm a bit more reactive to all tree nuts and have to be more careful abt food options and cross contamination. Luckily tho still not nearly as careful as other folks with nut allergies have to be tho, a quick Benadryl or two once I realise a reaction is happening helps for the not-quite-as-bad-reaction nuts so I'm not miserable, and helps the far-worse-reaction nuts nonsense calm down till I can get to a doctor with some sweet sweet IV Benadryl and whatever else they pumped me full of the last time I wound up there 😅

[konakoro]

I don't read manga often, but I'm reading one now that I'm... 80-90% sure is a fetish manga, but I actually really like the story and characters, and personal bonus that the artist doesn't draw women as preteen matchsticks with breasts

[fursasaida]

because i am completely unmoored in clock and calendrical time, i would have had no idea that today was the anniversary of dad's death if my mom hadn't texted me to ~comfort me about it. idk, maybe on some level i knew and that's why i've been thinking of him more lately, or maybe it's just that i've been having a hard time lately and so naturally i was wishing i could talk to him.

anyway. she has a history of doing this - "comforting me" to comfort herself and actually causing me distress. (like when she insisted on coming to visit me while i was housesitting in new jersey so that i wouldn't be alone on father's day when i didn't care about father's day.) it's not nearly as bad as it was. but like. a suboptimal text to start one's day with.

[tragicclownwrites]

🤡

[inkykeiji]

Sukuna calling you his little pet. 🥰

HEHEHE sukuna can call me whatever he wants to <3 he can even put me in a pretty lil cage if he wants to <3 i’ll lick n lap at his feet and eat out of bowls on the floor if he wants me to <3 i’ll nap on his toes and curl around his calves while he’s working if he’ll let me <3 i’ll trot around after him on a pretty pink leash embellished with tiny crystals that’s hooked onto an equally sparkly and bejewelled collar with his kanji engraved in a silver heart tag resting so delicately against my clavicle if he so desires <333 whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, wherever he wants it, it’s his <3

i just want to be his pretty, stupid, pathetic lil baby <3 useless at literally everything except serving my master <3

[bat-the-misfit]

LISTEN UP EVERYONE:

think about someone you haven't talked to in a long time.

if they died now, would you regret not talking to them?

if you would, maybe you should talk to them.

[baekuras]

After going through almost everything of Nightmare Time (final stretch y'all) I can't help but stop and imagine every villain/asshole/just sleazebag(hi Ted) Joey has played if not overall at least in the Hatchetfield-verse and just forever know There is Ezekiel

[foxgloveinspace]

*cracks open a starbucks energy drink*

hey guys, I know I've done this like, 80 times, but I'm pretty sure I'm bi with a preference of men. I'll probably still say I'm a gay, but like. just so y'all know.

[faggling]

sobbing