#let me google something

[gummirock]

kim trying to help harry tailor his clothes.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A procession of confessions.

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[tchaikovskym]

Did you know there are a bazillion enzymes and hormones and neurotransmitters and cells and anatomical structures involved in digestion and metabolism and they are all swimming in a soup in my head and I feel like hitting my head against a wall

[megatronusprimedecal]

"Oh, Father."

Deluge || Episode Twenty-Three || Season Four

[karda]

the innate horror of google earth

[thebibliosphere]

Here's to hoping that as a monster romance author, you already know about these people and I'm not stepping over any lines.

I thought you'd find it funny to know that Bad-Dragon now has a Mothman model. That's all. 😁

(If you don't know who/what Bad-Dragon is, uhhhhhhh... They make and sell unique adult toys. Google at your own risk.)

It’s sweet that you even worried I didn’t know what Bad-Dragon was but the Mothman one is news to me 😂

[thysundial]

Jontim. because I’m insane

Happy Valentines

[aweirdbugcreature]

Hello, in celebration of winning the Book Club's price in college and getting "The Book of Bill" as a gift. These are my favorite snippets translated in spanish (also Billford) (Also, some of these are probably the same in english, but they are the ones that made me go, "HUhhh????" the most)

First one is the cover, which can be translated to for adult readers or mature audiences (Somehow i feel like if i showed someone the cover they would think is like... suggestive content lmao)

"GET GATSBY'D, IDIOT!"

Lolipop: Logistics/masochism

My hole can be yours

Losing my sanity

Pig hard go shovel / ask crazy dora / go give raw hair / to say it hard / give fast star(?) / chime burly dollar. (The one on the left says "Burly dog tail" it says "di" instead of "de" but idk if is intentional or not)

Now the ones with Ford:

No, no. I took a look at his possible future's, and i laughed with joy. He was destined to do much more than that. And those hands... suddenly, everything made sense.

-Bill... ¿Can i call you that?

-You can call me anything except <<my love>>! Ha, ha! It's a joke! Everyone loves me!

-Can i call you <<braniac>>?

-You can call me anything except <<my love>>

Am i really going to destroy everything due to heartbreak? No, i won't GIVE HIM the pleasure!

Who else will make you feel like this? Admit it, you'd miss me. I'm your favorite mistake.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

I'll see if there's some changes in the codes, but i'll do that later cause i'm lazy lol.

[m4rs-ex3]

it kinda just clicked for me that archdragons have their name name and then the title they receive(?) as an archdragon, ie "anak araw" -> "sol regem", which is really cool but like *shakes by the shoulders* WHERE ARE ZUBEIA AND AVIZANDUM'S!!! WHERE ARE THEY!!!!!!

[kaisollisto]

(Based off of the reality of having a metal ring in your back as a constant reminder of your fate and how that affects you as a person set in the Switzerland arc)

“Does it hurt?” 

Ava’s pressed face down into the pillow sleep curling around her limbs. She hums, she can’t remember what she says, she’s exhausted. Her arms are tangled beneath her pillow. She holds her fingers tightly between each other, her bones ache from the pressure but her hands no longer shake. Ava hasn’t experienced this before, a fear that haunts her at night. (She finds she cannot stop dreaming about dying. It’s stifling in the cover of night trying to figure out where she is.) 

She slowly opens her eyes and squints in the darkness. Beatrice is facing her a furrow in her brow that Ava knows she’s doing unconsciously. Ava’s lip quirks a smidgen, Beatrice looks funny. It’s a bit silly to her, Beatrice no doubt working out a solution to an unknown problem that Ava has yet to see in the middle of the night. In her sleepy state she wants to laugh at the imaginary cogs churning in Beatrice’s head. 

Beatrice scooches closer and Ava panics, her skin can taste the dust of Bea’s forearm. She hoists herself up on her elbows, turning to face Beatrice. “Wha?” Ava’s shaking off bits of sleep from her mouth when Beatrice repeats herself. 

“Does the Halo hurt?” 

She doesn’t know if she wants to answer that. Ava peers over Beatrice squinting at the harsh light of the digital clock on Beatrice’s side. Ava loves it, it reminds her of the early 2000’s and the aesthetic of waking up to an alarm to go somewhere. The clock blinks an innocent 1:43 Am, and Ava debates on letting her head thump back down. 

She turns her body on her side, she can feel the halo shifting in her back and it makes her want to throw up. The sides of the halo press against her shoulder blades and Ava resists the urge to yank it out. She grits her teeth and settles ignoring the skin of her back pulling tight to accommodate for the ring. Beatrice is still expecting an answer and Ava can’t lie to her, she pulls the covers of the sheet up to her chest hoping to bide more time for an answer. 

"Everything hurts Bea," Ava smiles, "getting my ass handed to me is hard work."

Beatrice frowns displeased but looks at her through her lashes, it's unguarded, the stress and worries of the world stay out of their room in the dead of night. Her lashes are so pretty and Ava wants to curse the soft glow of the moon. There’s just enough moonlight to illuminate her eyes but overshadow her freckles. Ava swallows down the taste of defeat, she can’t win, she thinks. 

Her gaze is soft, Beatrice is looking at her and it’s different yet the same. The same feeling in her chest constricting her lungs, the same soft gaze of Beatrice. Beatrice who likes what she sees in Ava when Ava can barely see where she begins. She doesn’t like to dwell on it, the truth of the matter being what belongs to Ava.

If she closes her eyes she can pretend just a little longer. She can give herself the hope of the future and what comes after all this. She can put down the fighting and the artifact and live. Ava doesn't want to think about it anymore, at least not tonight when Beatrice is here with her. 

Beatrice is soft. She knows it from hours and hours of training. She's felt it when Beatrice corrects her form, in the way she talks. She speaks from a place of care like she has turned the harsh words in her brain over and over to soften the syllables spoken to Ava. And Ava doesn't linger on it, the meaning behind it, (Ava didn't think she'd make it this far, finding a person who cares quite like Bea does.)

And Ava's got it bad, she knows she's fucked because Beatrice doesn’t say anything about her language and Ava can't not tell her the truth. She looks down, her hand fiddling with the bed sheet underneath them. 

"It doesn't hurt," if she thinks about it she can feel the fibers of the cotton between the pads of her fingers. "But it's very uncomfortable." She doesn't want to find the response in Beatrice's eyes, content to hear it from her voice. The soft British lilting accent that holds her just as soft as a touch. 

She waits, she can picture Bea’s mannerisms with her eyes closed but maybe she should check just to be sure. Ava peers up at Beatrice and she’s suddenly closer. Her eyes really are pretty, there’s a depth to them that Ava wants to spend an ungodly amount of time studying.

“Can I help?” (part 2)

[laurrelise]

thank you for joining us this evening. here we observe me as i’m starting to read a really good character analysis about the umbrella academy.

it’s looking really good so far as it’s from an account i’ve never seen before. i follow them and continue reading, before … oh god. please, no. it slowly transitions into five x lila or harcest.

naturally, we then reach the part where i scream at glass-shattering frequencies, instantaneously and furiously block the blog owner, throw my phone out the window into oncoming traffic, and burst into flames after lighting myself on fire

[frameconfessions]

I wish other characters in Warframe got as much detail and lore as The Hex. Still waiting on that Ordis quest that Steve teased so many years ago. 😔

We're still waiting Steve- or rather Rebecca. 👀 https://fxtwitter.com/sj_sinclair/status/1035662678147166208

[importantbearparadise]

i keep thinking about how i wish i could sit on his lap and feel him get hard under me as he is groping my boobs :( ok sorry im drunk n horny n ovulating pls breed me lol

[soupmanspeaks]

Uhhh something Something headcanon the pizzaplex staff are given little trivia note cards about the company and the 80's in general to recite to guests as they tour the place or something, but the thing about these note cards is that they're full of the most inaccurate info ever, and freddy'll overhear them sometimes and literally have to stop in his tracks to compute what was just said like

Staff: "And here we have Glamrock beauty salon! Where you can get personally styled by Roxy herself! Fun fact, shoulder pads were all the rage in the 80s! Everyone was wearing them, along with their bright neon t-shirts and legwarmers!"

Glamfred: "......I remember we wore more t-shirts and jeans, actually"

Staff: "......?"

GF: "uH.....I mean--I am sure there were some shoulder pads..!"

[brown-little-robin]

it's not good for the job search to have a fundamental, bone-deep certainty that the world will always punish an honest attempt >:|

[carnation-damnation]

My contribution to the fankid sillies. Quirky kid who's mostly in the care of Shadow's chao, and is a little too interested with the concept of time traveling...