#it gets meeeeeeee

[surayazayad]

I’m so in my Nikki feels, I love my loser son u guys don’t even know

[dinoserious]

please? please? please?

[xxplastic-cubexx]

//LOUD INCOMPREHENSIBLE POINTING//

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, posting to Tiktok: My husband is on a bar trivia team with our friend, Max.

Eddie: Every time he goes to trivia, he gets drunk and then text me asking why I don’t introduce him to celebrities I don’t know.

*Eddie moves to the edge of the screen to show a screenshot of their text conversation.

The first text Steve sent says: They gave us a free round of drinks cause they can’t accommodate Max’s vision impairment this time.

The second text says: Round 1 done. We’re in last place!

The third text says: U were an answer!!!!!

Then an hour goes by and Steve texts: Why won’t u let me meet Rihanna???? I won’t be embarrasssing*

Eddie, taking up the screen again: ….Hi Rihanna, we met on a carpet once. Dunno if you remember but would you like to meet a middle school math teacher from Indiana? He’s cute.

[littlecrittereli]

Doodle suggestions? Gotcha The crew in some comfy PJs because WHY DON'T THEY HAVE ANYYYYY

I was just going to do a quick doodle but I ended up liking it so much I made it into a full out drawing um...

They are having a silly game night :)

[diodellet]

cw: churned out another hyperspecific scenario instead of putting my indulgent makeout fantasies onto paper, oopsie poopsie😔sorry for the angst mixed with your silliness, it will happen again. lightly beta’d (thanks @jessamine-rose). established relationship shenanigans++some headcanoning on jamil's home life when he was a kid.

jamil viper is not your go-to person for home movie dates. whatever you put on, he's out like a light by the thirty minute mark.

unless he's with kalim. then he can slog through a feature-length film with his eyes closed. the guy's constant chattering could surprisingly be processed through the haze of jamil's light nap.

of course, you're quick to notice this little quirk of his. it's routine that you offer your lap as a headrest instead of your shoulder.

"i-if you're comfortable with doing that, that is." you hastily add, suddenly unable to meet his gaze.

and like clockwork, he can't resist teasing you. "how could i refuse?"

it takes a bit of shifting around, you scooting over to make space for his legs, then adjusting the blankets while also making sure that he has a clear view of the tv screen - even if he won't need it.

(there's something…familiar about this. the dialogue and music all blurring together into a comfortable buzz, the different colors of light bathing his skin with their glow.

watching tv was a sort of solemn family activity. his parents, even in the comfort of their home, even with over-the-top soap operas playing, were cold and dignified viewers. nonetheless, they allowed him and najma to cuddle against them. they made sure that their two children were thoroughly blanketed in warmth and comfort, that neither of them would end up sore from the four of them being all crammed together onto the little sofa.

and then he got too big to be carried back to bed. and then he became kalim's attendant full time, moved out of their place in the servants' quarters to room with kalim. and then all that remained was the pavlovian urge to succumb to sleep when faced with a tv and a movie.)

by the time he stirs, the end credits have finished rolling.

jamil blinks up at you, his limbs heavy with sleep. "is it over?"

"mhm. will you have to go now?" your touch is gentle as you brush aside the stray strands of hair from his forehead.

he thinks he should return to scarabia, but one hour of good rest with you was intoxicating.

was it wrong to squeeze out just a little more time together, if it so thoroughly rejuvenated his spirit?

"i can stay for a little longer," he reassures you, cupping your palm with his and pressing a kiss to the side of your thumb.

so the both of you linger in this moment of quiet affection, without the noise from the tv as a buffer. then you pipe up, "your eyes…"

"hm? what about them?"

"…oh, um, on second thought…maybe i shouldn't say it." your knuckle brushes against the curve of his cheek in a light bid to drop the subject. "it's a bit of a random thought."

"then just spit it out." jamil likes the fluster on you. likes pushing your buttons, likes how your eyes glittered with fondness in spite of it all.

"did you know that your eyes…aren't closed the entire way when you sleep?"

he should have realized that there's a reason why ignorance is bliss. that curiosity killed the cat. that one should let sleeping dogs lie and all those similar sayings and so on.

"oh." jamil wants to scream.

what happens instead is that he turns onto his other side and buries his face into the hem of your shirt. the warmth of your stomach permeating through the fabric like ice against his burning face.

"i'm sorry! it's kinda cute, i think."

"shut up," he manages to grit out through the waves of cringe.

he hears you laugh as you pat his shoulder in consolation.

the jamil writing taglist: @viperwhispered @twstgo @crystallizsch @mama-m1na

@sillystr1ngs @pzlqpibz @warriorpacifist

(lmk if you wanna join the taglist for jamil writing in the replies!)

[monkeyislandtwo]

can we get a round of applause for people who weren’t “gifted kid burnouts” or “a pleasure to have in class” and instead we’re just straight up dogshit at school. like downright terrible. teachers didn’t like working with you and no accommodations would help you get through highschool.

[polysucks]

Part 2 of @meemawdean ‘s incredible art requests!

This one took me so long bc I got to thinking about “The pretty dresses that she thought would would make her happy vs the ones that actually did” and it made me so so so sad bro. So I didn’t put as much detail into her kuspuk as I wanted to for my own sanity

It’s okay Sansa we all went through phases of assimilation. I, too, went through a white-passing horsegirl-esque semi-conservative-looking I-must-blend-in-if-I-want-to-be-taken-seriously phase. It happens to us all at least once.

If you have reqqed me and you haven't seen your post, don't lose hope! check my #reqs and #myart tags if you submitted anon :) if you wanna tip me, or help an indigenous girl pay her bills you can here on paypal. My reqs are free, subject to my approval, and slow bc art takes time! you can check out more info about my comms here on my masterpost

[aelswiths]

Aelswith x Alfred + Hand Holding (& killing me 😭😭🥺🥺)

[lookitseddie]

david and darlin' reconcilation audio when

[vinnybox]

vinny vinny have you considered steb preening cleave??? have you considered the intimacy of it???

I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT IT SO MUCH YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDDD!!!

I really wanna write about them even if I'm no writer, but for now all I did was draft the notes in a post :'D

DO keep in mind that physical touch is something super personal to Cleave. He's never really let anyone preen his feathers before if at all.

His back especially is off-limit when it comes to touches even as casual as a friendly pat or a gentle stroke.

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

Steb noticing a few pin feathers on Cleave and motioning towards them to Cleave who just shrugs and says he can't quite reach or see some parts of his back and head. Said he usually just hopes the casing breaks off naturally if he cant reach them.

Imagine Cleave's surprise when Steb offers to help with it and Cleave, while hesitant at first, reluctantly agrees to it.

Cleave is tense as ever with his back facing Steb but eventually as Steb works on breaking those keratin casings off of him he can't help but realize how intimate this feels.

The gentleness and care Steb is showing just from this alone. Always careful to check and make sure he's not hurting him or causing any discomfort. The accidental touches that, for the first time, Cleave didn't mind.

This was probably one of the few times where Steb completely shuts him up. Cleave's face probably became a few shades closer to his feathers.

Steb snapping a finger in front of Cleave to get his attention. Essentially letting him know he's done and Cleave staring dumbly before quickly mumbling out a thanks but not quite meeting Steb's eyes for the first time.

Cleave would rather die first than admit that he enjoyed it and would love for Steb to help preen his feathers again.

IN A RELATIONSHIP

Steb helps Cleave with preening his feathers whenever he sees Cleave fumbling with them on his own. Cleave more than appreciates the gesture and it's when he's most relaxed.

Cleave eventually working up the courage to ask Steb for help directly when he's struggling.

Plus Cleave likes it when Steb does it so gently and lovingly.

[juno-tism]

I want to say something to you. I don’t want to hear anything back I just need you to hear me. Hard words and Soft words. The Hard.

Our life is shit. It’s been shit. It is shit. It’s gon’ be shit again. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. No one’s watching. No one cares. A shit life beats no life. And where we’re going now, we can’t be running away again. Doesn’t mean we forget what we saw. What she did in front of us.

I see you going that why, imma pull you back I don’t need that from you. As long as you walk the Earth, I’ll never taste the fire, you understand me? We’re gonna find others like us. And if we don’t find it here because life is shit, or I fuck it up again, or you fuck it up? We go to the next place. We can’t be the only good ones out there.

Soft Words.

If you were the last vampire on Earth.

It would be enough.

You and Me.

Me and You.

You and Me.

Me and You.

You and Me.

[palmolli]

made a lil wolf link

[the-nation-of-today]

Rest now, my friends

[mysicklove]

i told my coworker that gojo might be alive again (she stopped reading the manga cause she was so upset over his death) and i literally have never seen her so happy LMAOAOAO

[halflifebutawesome]

tiny barns...