#ive been wanting to thread with you!

[ohzone]

aa1 edgeworth you will quite literally always be famous

[harvestmoth]

okay last one. au where nothing goes wrong at all ever (a lie) and melia venam gay moment

[babymorte]

why is it like a thing to shit on guys that pain their nails lately? i keep seeing these posts on threads about nit being in relationships or even wanting to talk to a guy who paints their nails like who hurt you

[waywardsalt]

god im so glad i got smt iv and decided to go in blind

[nobuverse]

"It is I-! Emerging from the great depths of darkness to come bring terror and jealousy to all those who oppose me! Tremble before me! The great! The mighty ! The one and only: Nobuuuunaga !"

And what was a great hero without ae dramatic entrance?! Hell yeah!

[local-magpie]

1/3/25 sketch page. no butts this time (sorry) but have a roper and a 17th century dog?

[mute-call]

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[witchnordemon]

@pacexlikexaxghost His arrival to this world, like all others, was preceded by a celestial event. Whether it was a comet passing by, a meteor shower, or maybe something large-scale like an eclipse this time, he wasn't ever there to witness it. One thing at the moment was certain though, he felt giddy about getting to explore this new world.

He had taken a moment to settle in, out of the ways of civilization, summoning Laika and letting her run around to get all her puppy zoomy energy out before placing her back into his backpack to nap. He snapped his fingers, taking on his human-like appearance at once. A brief moment of consideration later, and he reached back into his hammerspace bag and pulled out a packet of cosmic brownies to snack on before he got on his way; into the town he had found himself on the outskirts of. He somehow always forgot just how much energy it took to keep a mortal-like form even semi-functioning. How in the cosmos was he already a little tired?

Slinging their star-adorned bag over their shoulders, they began the trek into town to hopefully do a quick survey of the area. On the way, they had to remind themself, as always, that they weren't here to interact. Interacting with mortals more than strictly necessary was dangerous for both of their kinds. They were just here to observe. Just to observe.

[viaetor]

(๑╥﹏╥)੭ ♡

[mekatrio]

hate these kind of posts sm

[scftlightz]

@vicletnight  gets  a  closed   starter   !  muse  :  keanu jang  .  23 . bi .  professional snowboarder + model plot : here

" you know i don't think half the time. i'm unapologetically impulsive, and you chose to stick with me. so don't complain now. "

[curseofbreadbear]

im going feral. starter call for fritz g.lade / jeremy f.itzgerald let's GO

mutuals only / multis specify <3

[toyfulbox]

cont. from here! - @transf1gure

Even though Black Lemondade had did, in fact, make a McDonald's run without Popping Candy, the moment she had reached in and pulled out an extra hashbrown and handed it to him... a moment of relief washed over him. At least she didn't completely forget about him.

"It's not a lot, but I won't complain!!" Popping Candy exclaims as he took the hashbrown from Black Lemonade, giving it the tiiiiiniest bite. He had to savor it, it was the only thing!

"Well, just let me know next time you're gonna go on a run! I'd be more than happy to accompany you..!!" He exclaims, "and maybe get something for myself as well..."

[micamicster]

Among the many tales about treacherous creatures, the story about the naïve frog and duplicitous scorpion has become something of a cultural meme, adapted and refashioned to suit different social and political circumstances. Its main features are outlined below:

A scorpion meets a frog at a riverbank, and the scorpion asks the frog to let him ride across on its back. The frog is worried that the scorpion will sting it, but the scorpion reassures the frog by pointing out that he too will die if he stings the frog. Satisfied with that answer, the frog carries him across the river, but in midstream the scorpion stings it. Before he dies, the frog has just enough time to ask “Why?” and the scorpion replies: “It is my nature.”

Black Sails 4.06/Black Sails 4.10/Roots by Alex Haley/Mr. Snake and the Farmer recorded by Carl Lindhal/Tales of Kindness and Treachery in African American Folklore, excerpt from lecture by Dr. Maria Tatar

[asperants]

from shying me to blooming you

With the Battle of the Eagle and the Lion over and done with everyone in the academy seemed to have moved on to the next big event: the Ethereal Ball. Hortensia had done her fair share of digging when it came to the fête long before Ivy came to the academy - after all, balancing social time with academics was all part of being a top student!

She was glad now to be able to show her sister all she'd learned, and even happier to be invited into town for dress shipping. It was a first for them, together, and Hortensia was doing her best to not get too excited.

"It's pretty neat the Fódlan goddess cares so much about her people throwing a party for the monastery's founding, huh? I read up on a lot of legends about the Goddess Tower if you're interested, Ivy."

She had always been the more scholarly one, after all. Not that Hortensia would ever say she was lesser in magical talent, er, necessarily –  but she was certainly more hands on when it came to practice, so definitely for the best she tended to be on the support side.

(Huh. That reminded her... how was the old man Lindon doing?)

"We can talk and shop, of course! Hmm... oh, wow look at that one, don't you think with a darker color it might look nice on you?"

She'd pulled on her older sister's upper sleeve in excitement some, squeezing in a bit to point it out in the crowded street; this closeness it tugged at her heart a little. She tried not to show it just as she backpedaled, hoping not too overdo.

"Or, sorry, maybe you just wanna stick with what you're used to haha? Me, I want to try and find the poofiest thing around personally!"

@iyusiia

[65ths]

good morning! finnick needs control, he has rules for himself and how to behave so that nothing can get in the way of that, specifically drugs and alcohol. his first sip of alcohol was when he was 15, he hated the taste of it— it burned, and he couldn’t believe that this is what all the rage was about. he spit it all out, the room laughed. there’s sweeter alcohols that he eventually finds out about, and those he can easily drink, but he doesn’t enjoy drinking. it makes things easier, but he hates that it does. he tries not to, and he’s really good about it. his eyes eyes don’t linger on any alcohol that might be around him, but the thought still does cross his mind that it might be easier with a glass.

the only exception to no drinking is capitol work and clients. his job is to please, and things are handed to him left and right to take without any second thought. he’s gotten pretty decent at spitting stuff out subtly, holding it in his mouth until he gets a chance to do so. sometimes, tight lipped and not letting a drop go past, he’ll just let the drink stain his lips and nothing more so at least the taste is there.

the first time he took morphling he was 16, some client put it in his mouth and he thought why not. the night went by smoothly, less of a nightmare, but dizzy and when he woke up he realized he’d fallen asleep in bed— another rule he would eventually make for himself for staying in control. young, he thought he could have some control over the drug too. he’d take it a couple times, again with clients, but after one night with no memories he freaked out and then it just became another thing to spit out and hide. 

his control over himself is imperative, and those things get in the way and he can’t have that. rule 1: don’t drink, rule 2: don’t take morphling, rule 3: never fall asleep in someones bed.