#in a storage closet

[bloodfreak-boyking]

asdfmkeopwaLK I'M DYING bc like Dean is looking at Sam soooo tender here like 😍

and then sam turns around and just-

like you KNOW dean is getting his back blown out IMMEDIATELY after this

[boycritter]

someone found uranium at school today

[bowenoke]

"i've been here the whole time" only works for sam reich because I do truly believe that he lives on set and the production crew locks him in every night

[hemloqd]

a little experimentation never hurt anybody

[spidehpig]

can’t stop thinking about soap being the kind of boyfriend that takes you on arcade or carnival dates. he definitely takes all of the games WAY too seriously. absolutely smokes everyone at skeeball. probably does those stupid punching bag/hammer strength tests just to show off in front of you. he doesn’t even let you win he’s that competitive. but it’s kinda funny and endearing. he wins a TON of tickets and then gets you the biggest fucking stuffed animal they have even as you protest and tell him that you have no place to put it.

his little mohawk popping around the head of the giant puppy stuffed animal he won you boyish smile plastered on his face while he ignores your protests. you’re stuck with the thing forever now.

[vintagehomecollection]

The Not So Big House - A Blueprint for the Way We Really Live, 1998

[supercantaloupe]

tag meme post thread was long as shit so i'm starting a new one instead. anyway tagged by @flammableengineering thank youu

i shall tag @tragedyposting @signawyvern @theresa-of-liechtenstein @malusienki and @leporellian

[frostbitebakery]

A Disturbed State Of The Natural Environment, Gods-Fucking-Dammit

A Pada-Wan Story

for @lttrsfrmlnrrgby

“Obi— Commander Kenobi-“

“You can call me Obi-Wan, Cody,” the kid huffs. “Neither you nor I will suddenly combust into a ball of fire if you do.”

You don’t know that, Cody thinks, not liking how his voice sounds in his mind.

Four days since the incident - or, “The Incident,” how Boil and Waxer like to say in unison with the bucket lights under their chins -, two since the 104th of all Battalions received their signal and towed the 212th fleet to the nearest station within the Republic that would allow them to overhaul the ships’ electronics.

It has been exactly two point five hours since Wolffe stopped wheezing at Cody over comms. Nearly as much time as the kid had vanished from under Cody’s paranoid nose.

“Councilor Kenobi is safe and sound,” General Koon had assured him while Wolffe stood at perfect parade rest a step behind, shriek-laughing his armor off.

The kid sighs. “You have come here for a reason?” he asks, stubborn and prim. “Or is Wooley babysitting me not enough?” He points a thumb over his shoulder to Wooley popping up several yards away, waving.

“If you haven’t noticed Hook, Line, and Sinker also keeping an eye on you, my trepidations are justified.”

The kid rolls his eyes, gesturing to three empty looking spots in the distance. “I am well aware Master Koon is in league with you.”

Cody will not explain safety precautions again. He’s saving that for when the kid really sets out to stomp on any and all walls Cody had to hastily and thoroughly built when his General, his partner, suddenly turned into a child at the worst possible development stage for Cody’s sanity.

The kid studies him while Cody is trying to come up with a legitimate reason for looking for him. Direct admittance to personal concern would backfire on Cody in multiple, entertaining ways, and he frankly doesn’t want to deal with that. From the kid being smug that Cody cares about him very much so keeping his distance must mean something more. To accusations of not trusting Obi-Wan (which, correct, Cody doesn’t know him after all), seeing him as a kid (also true) when he’s sixteen and basically a stone’s throw away from becoming a geezer.

Sixteen. Cody shudders. He remembers very well that half year when he was that developmental age. He shudders again. Gods, the mood swings alone.

“I am reasonably paranoid about your welfare,” he says at last. Wooden which makes him cringe but he’s never lied to Obi-Wan and he’s not starting now.

The kid stares at him for a while. One corner of his mouth quirks up with a shrug and a shuttered look in his eyes Cody desperately wants to make better. “It’s different when they really are out to get you, isn’t it.” The Council had explained how precarious his older self’s safety was at the best of times. Cody had only seen the aftermath and the accompanying ranting about life choices with the occasional visibly happy understanding that Obi-Wan could, actually, grow a non-patchy beard when he’s got a few more years on him.

“May I sit with you?” Cody asks. Shoveling his own metaphorical grave is so much easier with mixed signals after all. But he misses the older Obi-Wan. It’s not fair of him but he needs this.

The expected blush blooms on freckled cheeks. “Yes, of course!” is the eager reply, followed by more blushing.

It’s endearingly cute and Cody would like to chew on his bucket now.

The kid scoots over, wide eyed and expectant.

Gingerly, Cody lowers himself, ignoring the armor digging into his ass and thighs. And lets the silence stretch.

This, really, is what he came here for. A self-indulgent little break to catch his breath. The High General of a Systems Army is compromised and that fact has to remain eyes only to an exclusive handful of people. Only the Jedi Council knows out of obvious necessity. So it’s up to Cody to keep everything else running, keeping the admiralty in the dark because even teenaged Obi-Wan had said he’s got a bad feeling if they were to tell the brass. So they haven’t.

Usually, when flimsiwork and war horrors keep stacking up and expand into an avalanche, Obi-Wan and Cody sit together in silence, sharing a precious cup of real tea, being together and lending support and strength they can’t find for themselves but can always, always find for each other.

Selfishly he wants that strength from Obi-Wan now, the warmth of his body nearby. He’s already breathing easier.

The kid is looking at him curiously, but Cody chooses not to say anything. Instead he turns forward once more, watching the busy night markets of the station and the stars behind it. After a moment the kid does the same.

Shoulders slowly relax and the silence becomes comfortable.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Were starving for Barnaby x Howdy father...were starving for it/hj

here is some food child.... you're safe now....

[earlgreyandco]

i like to take him to fancy houses and pretend hes giving me a tour

[quartergremlin]

Grandma CJ's kids

[simcredibledesigns]

SIMcredible! 'Stylish Closet'

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Elegance & functionality for your fashionistas sims! a lovely walk -in closet for them to keep their stuff super well organized and display their shoes, sun glasses, bags & more ✨👠👜✨

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👝 'Stylish Closet' - Main furniture 👝 'Stylish Closet' - Decor

[little-luna-llama]

Golden cheese: *walks into room with Cacao and lily sat on one side, Vanilla flustered and not looking at them on the other*

Goldie looks at cacao and lily. Then at Vanilla who looks back at her through his fingers. Back and forth a few times, before stopping on Vanilla

Goldie:oh my god I get it. Ohhhhh my God I get it

Vanilla: oh thank God.

Goldie: destroy my kingdom? Never. Me? I mean he could if he buys me dinner first....

Vanilla:RIGHT?! He could tell me sweet lies anytime

Lily: you two aren't real-

Cacao: WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE COULD

Goldie: IM SAYING HE COULD GET IT AND ID THANK HIM- ESPECIALLY IF IT STOPPED HIM DESTROYING OTHER THINGS.

Lily: YOU THINK YOU CAN FIX HIM?!

Vanilla: he could make me worse.....

Cacao: VANILLA!

[tuckersno1defender]

“go to hell” is basic.

“i hope you get queer baited for 21 years by 2 of your favorite characters, get strung along into thinking theyll be confirmed as canon soon only for none of that to happen and instead watch them go their separate ways in the end" is smart. it’s possible. it’s terrifying. It happened to ME

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I went to a storage closet with some coworkers to smoke weed on the clock but I didn’t know anyone that well and felt so awkward I eventually just left. Then woke up immediately afterwards.

I’ve never smoked weed.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

You would think since Gravity Falls has existed for over a decade, it would be easy to find a layout of the shack that doesn't confuse me.

...You would think that, but I keep getting caught up on where this FUCKING CURTAIN LEADS TO

NO LAYOUT I FIND TELLS ME ANYTHING ABOUT THIS AREA AND I KEPT ASSUMING IT WAS THE LIVING ROOM. But no, that's the other 'Employees Only' door. So whadda hell??