#it’ll make you happy

[urthefartmike]

every time someone converts to byler, an angel gains its wings.

[fumifooms]

The world must know about french Chilchuck’s chuckles

[mimisaur5000]

can’t catch a 8r8k

closeups under the cut

[voidshrub]

WELL HELLO THERE FELLOW [Gays]!!!!!

HAVE A LOOK AT OUR TOP OF THE WAREZ!!!

WE HAVE IN-STORES NOW:

- G. POTION

TURN GAY!!! ALREADY GAY!?! TURN GAYER!!! TURN YOUR [ERROR_Friend_Req_Not_Found] GAY!!!! TURN YOUR [[Famliy]] GAY!!! TURN YOUR ENEM1ES GAY!!!!!! THE G STANDS FOR G. SPAMTON

(Smells vaguely like rotten fruit)

- VINTAGE 1997 HRT?!?!

INSTANTLY SWITCH YOUR [[Gander]] WITH THIS SIMPLE TRICK!!!!!!

(These bottles are clearly expired)

- LIMITED EDITION SPAMTON CRAFTED PRIDE FLAGS

SHOW YOUR TRUE

YOUR TRUE

YOUR TRUE

YOUR TRUE

C O L O R S WITH ONE OF OUR MANY HAND-CRAFTED HAND-PAINTED HAND-PICKED FLAGS!!!! WHAT’S THE MOST [[tubular]] WAY TO SHOW YOURSELF OFF?? [Product]

(It’s just old painted over newspapers)

- THE BOYS

[Homophones] BOTHERING YOU??? SEND THEM TO F[*&*@#$] HELL WITH THESE [Shrapnel-inducing] [Microwave Safe] TOYS!!!!! NOW WITH EXTRA [Horse power]

(Pipis)

- SPAMTON SURGERY

TIRED OF YOUR [Redacted] SWINGIN AROUND CAUSING YOU [Internal organ failure, External organ failure, Varination, among other things]???? LET YOUR OLD PAL SPAMTON GIVE YOU A !!!!! GET RID OF THEM NOW FOR THE LOW LOW PRICE OF

(He can’t even disinfect any tools he might have, is thAT A SAW-)

- KISS THE SPAMTON

YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR IT [Freaks]!!!!! FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY, SPAMTON HIMSELF WILL BE OFFERING THE DEAL OF A !!!!! FOR ONLY THE PRICE OF ALL YOUR SWEET SWEET KROMER, YOUR [Hopes] AND [Hopes] WILL FINALLY COME TRUE!!!!!!!! [Queer] GET A [2%] DISCOUNT!!! UNBELIEVABLE!!!!!! EVERYONE ALLOWED!!!!! [No clowns allowed]

[sideswipesjetpack]

Happy Valentine’s Day transformers fans and or anyone else who scroll by this!! 💕💕

[sunlitpath]

Love doesn’t have to be intense, it can be beautifully gentle

Thank you for reminding me that, Aphrodite, Goddess of Love.

[mourning-at-night]

IF IT (the fabricated nature of the reality you’ve been sucked into/the creeping realization you should be somewhere and someone much worse) SUCKS, HIT DA BRICKS!!

[ozcarma]

In light of the TGWDLM remount I’m tempted to make a compilation of my favorite parts of various student and community theater productions that have been uploaded onto YouTube…

[javierduffy]

DO IT. WRITE THE JOHN X KIERAN FIC AND I WILL READ IT TRUST

ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR

happy new year to you as well :] !!! i hope it’s filled with fun and love and light !!!!!!!

WAUGH THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT 💔💔 now idk about a full fic but uuhhmmm i can offer you some silly doodles ? hopefully i’ll have the energy to draw/write them for real soon 😭

and of course the 3rd boyfriend

[moonsanoverthinker]

Guess who’s having more editing thoughts perhaps involving I,Carrion (Icarion) by Hozier and Inside The Mysterious Cube…

[gaymingwriter]

So I have an idea for an UTY fic where the reader falls down with Clover because they tried to stop Clover from falling. The reader is like Clover in the fact they also don’t remember resets

This is not being finished soon and I don’t want to post any of it before it’s finished because I have a bad habit of not finishing things

I kind of want to do a vengeance route version as well as pacifist and neutral (neutral will probably just be a split off of pacifist so it’s not just a ton of copy/paste before it becomes neutral). I doubt much romance would happen in vengeance though, sorry. I can’t decide exactly what I’d want the reader to do in vengeance because I could go three ways (least to most devastating I think):

1. They disagree with Clover. They do everything they can to stop the kid from killing, to no avail. After leaving the Ruins, they run ahead of Clover to try to help the monsters. Their attitude is basically “it isn’t right to harm all of these innocent people”. (If any of these would include the most romance with Starlo, it’d be this one. Very sad tone, but the angst is probably lighter than the other options)

2. They agree with Clover. Clover tells them that they need justice, and they’ll agree without hesitation. They’ll have a “they’re right, we need justice” attitude. (They also will take initiative when fighting, dealing blows without Clover asking them to; this one arguably has the least internal angst but I think the reader having read the pacifist version would make this one pretty angsty still. May contain some kind of deja vu causing slight hesitation with Starlo)

3. They have a Noelle Deltarune Snowgrave like thing. Clover convinces them that they know what’s best. Reader ends up with a “they came here to find the missing humans, they must know what they’re doing. If they say this is right, then that must be true…right?” attitude. (They’ll take very little initiative in fights unless Clover tells them to do something. They may even end up being the one to shoot Starlo if I decide to make it extra angsty; they will hesitate)

This is a Starlo x reader thing by the way but the romance wouldn’t be at the forefront most of the time because a lot happens in UTY (most romance would definitely happen in pacifist and neutral)

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

🌸⭐️ Stimming Animations

With Bee and Marium🌸⭐️

[napping-sapphic]

Obviously I’d want them to do whatever makes them happiest but part of me really does hope that if i ever get married that my spouse takes my last name, not because it’s traditional or whatever but because i just really want to take my own name back and actually form a family that i love and that loves me in return out of it. I want to overshadow my past and reclaim my identity and share it with you, i want us to be so intricately tied together in every possible way i want to make a little family of just you and me where there’s so so so much love, just as families are supposed to be

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 55 (part two) - Sneak Peek

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay (Canon divergence) Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie becomes a fixture in Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is rekindled. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile, Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something which will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming. READ MORE Chapter 55, The dove and the butterfly (part two)

Joe Chance knew the baby wasn’t his. Throughout his and Gwen’s short marriage he never let her forget how he “took pity on you and that larva in your belly.”

It was her older sister who made things come to pass. Who coerced Gwen into marriage, to try and hush up the scandal.

Ever since the two of them were orphaned, Meaghen – practically an adult herself – shouldered the role of guardian. At least on paper.

But the woman was sickly, due to a bad heart, so at the end of the day, it was really the other way around. Of Gwen tending to her every need, from a very early age.

That’s the thing about Meaghen though. She may be frail in a very physical sense, but she still ruled her baby sister with an iron fist.

Hard to say what drove Joe. Because he certainly wasted no time in telling his new bride and later wife what a piece of living garbage she was.

Maybe he grew a shine to the young woman, because in his mind they were like two peas in a pot.

No one wanted Gwen because of that ugly, scary birthmark. And no one wanted Pissin’ Joe, period.

As for Gwen, life just seemed a mere passage between two jail cells. Like she traded one set of chains for another, with no hope of escape.

According to Sae, Meaghen had always been skittish. Mistrustful. Prone to fits of rage, when triggered.

But something happened when her husband died in that coal mine fire. That’s when her paranoia completely tipped over.

Because there were rumors. Rumors that the fire had not been an accident. Some said Lando died sabotaging the mine. Others that his crew was targeted by the Capitol bosses for being a pack of troublemakers.

Whatever the case, her husband’s sudden demise, and in such a way, had indirect yet dire consequences on Meaghen and her family.

She began displaying the flag of Panem in the window, without needing any prompting from the peacekeepers.

She started quoting Snow and the Capitol posters every chance she got. “No peace, no bread! No peace, no security! No peacekeepers, no peace! No Capitol, no peace!”

And some days, when she felt well enough for a walk into town, she would harass kids on the square for laughing or playing too loudly,

“Don’t you know today’s a remembrance day?” she’d hiss at them, weak of breath. “For the late Crassus Snow? The father of our president! Show some respect!”

Maybe it was all about overcompensating, for her husband’s supposed crimes. To try and shield the family from further retaliation. She wouldn’t be the first to use that strategy.

Maybe she believed a fierce Capitol loyalty would protect Gwen against those many many tesserae she had to take in order to keep the family afloat.

Or perhaps it was simply the overwhelming stress on an already anxiety-ridden mind, that finally made it snap right in half, causing her to lash out like she did.

The peacekeepers couldn’t care less about the unstable woman. The people of Twelve neither. Every man, woman and child steered clear of her and her vicious tongue, but you couldn’t say they viewed her as much of a threat. Not like they did Joe.

She hardly left the house anyway – if not bedridden yet, she would be soon enough. And they wouldn’t kick a dog when it’s down.

That’s how people saw her, really. A dog without bite, living on borrowed time.

But they were wrong.

Meaghen did bite. She did cause harm.

Gwen loved school. Always had. If her sister got her way, she would’ve been homeschooled but such arrangements weren’t allowed in District 12. To Gwen’s secret joy.

She adored her teacher. One of the few people in her life who didn’t stare at her birthmark constantly.

Once upon a time, Gwen wished to become a teacher herself. But of course, she soon learned it was all just a foolish pipe dream. Nothing more. And dreams you need to look out for, Meaghen said.

“They’re hazardous. If you hold on to them for too long, they start to fester and rot.”

Yes, Gwen knew the reality of her situation. Dreams don’t put food on the table. The moment she turned eighteen she needed to clock in at the mines and that’s that. Nothing anyone could do about it.

But at least those hours sitting in a school bench, meant a much needed break from caring for her ailing sister.

Gwen soaked up knowledge, like a sponge. Because of her birthmark, she had no friends to speak of. So while the other kids played or talked in small groups on the school yard, Gwen preferred spending her lunch breaks and recesses, seated in the shade of the old oak tree, with her nose in a book.

It was a secluded place. Peaceful. Here people left her alone. Forgot she was even there. Most of the times.

Until one faithful day, when she met Tara’s father.

Of course, she didn’t know that back then. And neither did he. He was just a boy, who approached her one day, asking what book she was reading.

He had a warm smile. Dappled green eyes. His hair impossibly curly and such a glorious red it didn’t seem real. All so different from what she was used to back in the Seam.

She recognized him from class of course. He always finished his work up fast and then sat with his chin in his hand, a dreamy expression in those apple eyes while he stared out the window, quietly tapping his foot, as if to some imagined melody.

“I love books too”, he told her, the day under the tree, and that was the beginning of it.

When asked, Gwen was reluctant to tell Tara his name, but her daughter was relentless. Wouldn’t back down. She had to know. Finally, Gwen said,

“We called him Kit for short. Kit Raven Baird.”

[rinsko]

spring cleaned so hard i found my missing airpod < 3

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

BEHOLD! Here for your Horny Friday considerstion,

A magic trick, and a grand reveal... ✨️🤭😘