#it’s probably nonsense

[annalu86]

Keys

“Lucy?” Tamara asks.

“Yeah?” Says Lucy turning in her seat on the sofa to look at the girl. It was clear from her tone of voice she had been thinking.

“How long has Tim had a key to our place?” Tamara asked, chewing her bottom lip slightly.

Lucy was so used to confident, upfront Tamara that she was slightly taken aback by the clearly nervous look on her face.

“Umm” thought Lucy “Quite a while actually” and then at the confused look that washed over the girls face she elaborated “I asked him to have one after everything that happened with Rosalind and then Jackson. It made me feel safer knowing someone trusted could come and check on me, us, if something went wrong. If something ever happened to me and I ended up in hospital again, someone could pop over and get me some home comforts.”Lucy could see Tamara nodding in understanding, but it was clear there was more the girl wanted to say. “Does it bother you?” Lucy came right out and asked.

“No, well… no. It doesn’t *bother* me” Tamara stuttered out “I just didn’t realise he could just walk in. At any time” Lucy raised an eyebrow, not quite catching on “Like when I know you’re at work and I do laundry in just my shorts and a sports bra”

Lucy chuckled, fully understanding now “ok! Ok, how about I tell him if he’s coming by and I’m not here he has to message you with at least 30 minutes notice?” Lucy offered. She could definitely understand why Tamara wouldn’t want her flatmates boyfriend just letting himself into her home when she put it like that.

“Sounds like a plan” Tamara smiled, Lucy really did try so hard to make her feel like family and she loved her for it. After a pause where the two women went back to watching tv, Tamara turned to Lucy once more “Lucy?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have a key to Tim’s house?”

“No”Lucy said with a smile waiting for the inevitable

“Why not?” Tamara sounded offended on her behalf

“I did offer to have one, when he took over caring for Kujo, so I could pop over and walk him when Tim was working. But he just pointed out we worked the same shifts. And…” she paused.

“And…?” Tamara pressed looking amused.

“He said he didn’t trust me to set his alarm properly!” She cried with mock affront.

The tv show now fully forgotten about, the two women continued to talk about when Tim might finally trust Lucy enough with his alarm to give her a key. And when Tamara suggested key ownership should come with a share of the household tasks Lucy eagerly found a notebook and pen to write down their least favourite jobs.

At 11:30pm the lock clicked in the door and Tim made his way inside, smiling at the two of them curled up on the sofa. He gently ran his fingers through Lucy’s hair waking her “time for bed” he said helping her up and pulling a blanket over Tamara’s legs. “What’s that?” He said pointing to the very long list on the cushion next to where Lucy had just been sat.

“Ohh don’t worry, Tamara will tell you all about it tomorrow”

[scorchedcandy]

Unrelated: I have also been injected with praying mantis DNA

[yeehawpim]

[daonepiece]

((lots of thanks to @banjlong baby for helping me with the dialogue!!))

[captainvulcant]

Everyone's always going on about Crowley/David Tennant being the slutty one with his slutty little walk and his slutty and unusual little relationship with furniture but no one talks about slutty Aziraphale/Michael Sheen and his slutty little expressions every time he looks at Crowley, the harlot

Michael Sheen is a master of micro-expressions and knew what he was doing.

[meli-mouse]

cozie

[marsivian]

I don't think we've talked enough about how we don't see any TIFs fighting for space in exclusive male-only spaces, sports, toilets, bars, gay men dating apps, or forcing them not to use terms that describe their bodies, let alone trying to stand up and fight with them, and we also don't see them fervently calling men slurs, swearing at gays for not wanting them, much less do we see them killing men or disrespecting them, but let's pretend we don't know what this whole thing is and who benefits from it

[sen-ya]

I am having thoughts about Law being extremely worried any time Roci gets sick, just because he remembers how miserable he was when he was sick, and maybe he thinks it’s his fault, because his immune system’s been compromised by Amber Lead

this one really got away from me it really was just supposed to be the first one with a different ending but anyway here it is lol

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[ghost-proofbaby]

the tik tok trend of flashing your boyfriend unexpectedly would have both eddie and steve like 😵‍💫🤤😵‍💫

oh my god.

but hear me out. yes, both boys would absolutely drool, but they’d also react just a little bit differently.

(i got carried away beneath the cut my fucking bad minors dni)

with steve, i can see you doing it during a fight. he’s saying something like “it was your turn to do the dishes, baby-“ and then you’re suddenly yanking up your t-shirt that had once been his and he’s just blanking. rapidly blinking, mouth agape and brows slack before furrowing them up. “what’s the matter?” you’d tease him.

and he just starts huffing in frustration because “no. no way. nope. not fair. you still have to do the dishes.”

and so you’d jump a little, smirking at the way his eyes are widening before he just starts pacing and you’re being even more of a fucking tease.

“are we sure about that? can’t we renegotiate terms, baby?”

“renegotiate? reneg- fuck off. fuck right off. i-“ and he’s tugging at his hair, torn between continuing the small argument that he can hardly recall the premise for now as you continue to grip on the hem of your shirt and smirk so proudly at him. “fine. you wanna renegotiate, honey? let’s renegotiate.”

you think you’ve won until he’s suddenly grabbing you up and taking you to the bedroom, treating you like the brat that you are. and by the end of the night, he’s just smirking at you and your chest littered in flowering bruises as he says, “guess you’ll have to clean the sheets instead now, baby.”

but then…. but then with eddie. oh dear god.

it’s not over a fight. no. it’s not a distraction — it’s your attempt to gain his attention. he’s been paying attention to planning a campaign or his guitar or just anything but you the entire day. and by the end of it you’re just so damn needy. it was either this or full on climbing into his lap, and flashing him was just the easier of the two options.

“hey, eds?” would be your innocent start to it, but honestly? he’s not even listening. he doesn’t even hear you as he’s focusing on his damn notebook.

he doesn’t even notice when you raise your shirt, or when you huff with annoyance as he continues to be so fucking oblivious.

“eddie.”

no response.

“edward.”

still no response.

“edward munson-“

when he finally hears his full government name you have half his attention, but not enough of it. he wouldn’t even glance up from his notebook as he says, “just a minute, sweetheart. i just figured out this new NPC and really need to-“

“how the hell do i have my tits out and you’re still talking about that fucking game?”

that would get his attention for a few reasons — the promise of tits and your tone of voice for starters — but even more so, the fact that you rarely lose patience or understanding when it comes to his hobbies. he’d be looking up in an instant, you could probably have heard a crack from across the room at how intensely he’s suddenly snapping that damn head up just to catch you dropping the shirt back down.

“wait, no, wait- what? where’d the boobs go?”

“sorry, only boyfriends who pay attention to their lovers get boobs.”

he’s never tossed that fucking notebook to the side so quickly as he spins around his chair, full focus on you entirely now, “who said i wasn’t paying attention? i’m paying attention, sweetheart. i’m paying so much attention.”

he’d prove just how much attention he’s paying to you when his head is buried between your thighs, only pausing on rare occasions to breathe and sometimes spout out new ideas for that stupid campaign, which only makes you tug harder on his damn curls and cut him off with his own moans before he returns to giving you his full attention.

[heartorbit]

i'm sending this endless melody to a nameless you

[ruuinxs]

i think saiki is so bad at making passwords. he’s probably sitting there at his computer like “123four56#” and the rest of his friend group watches him type it in and they’re shocked. jaw dropped. and he’s like. what’s the point of a password. if someone steals my laptop i will simply kill them.

[sleepinglionhearts]

Thinkin' 'bout girl Zoro

[suja-janee]

A compilation of all the nonsense I’ve been sketching for the past few months

[grzybjek]

No human should ever have this much power in their hands

Im not any different

Let me go

[alexpdcl]

i haven't drawn them in a hot minute (it's only been a week but still. )