#lethargic?

[ableedingpromise]

More than anything else I need a fun distraction

[kirby-the-gorb]

[toxooz]

workin man (orc)

[saltedbirdcat]

Once again thinking about Galinda hating anyone that isn’t Elphaba trying to care for her when she’s sick because she has to be Galinda Upland™️ with everyone else (She’d have a conniption if anyone else saw her without makeup, nevermind sick). With Elphie, she can indulge her clinginess and nerves and cry if she feels like it as Elphaba tells her to just rest, stay hydrated and to let her take care of everything.

She can't do that with anyone but her Elphie 🥺

[ouaw-facts-i-just-made-up]

Gideon has a whole protocol for when it gets too cold for Kremy. It's just how his brain works. He solved the issue like it was some machine acting up rather than his friend having a natural reaction to the cold.

First and foremost; GET WARM FAST. Whatever the quickest way to get Kremy warm is, that is the first step. Usually this involves wrapping a blanket around both of them so that Gideon can use his own heat to help him.

Secondly; consider how close the next town is. Is it less than an hour and there's no active snow storm? Great, hot foot it to the inn. Are they actively being snowed on and the next town is half a days walk? Find best cover and set up tents, his own fire could only do so much, and it's not worth the risk at that point just to get inside a building.

Thirdly; once in a relatively dry and protected space, remove any wet clothing and replace with comfy, dry jammies. If no wet clothing, removal beyond jacket and hat is unnecessary. Simply place sleepwear near the bed if Kremy wants to change later.

Fourth; alligators are evidently still able to drink during brumation. Grab waterskin and warm it a little. This will help with internal temperatures. AVOID ALCOHOL.

If all is well, simply prepare for bed. Grab a snack to assure internal fire keeps going all night. Ideal sleeping situation has Kremy on top of Gideon to avoid cold floors if they are in a tent, otherwise just having his arms around him in any other position.

There's only been one time when any other steps were needed. Thankfully they had the rest of the Krew by that point, so Gricko was able to assist, but Gideon really hopes he'll never have to do CPR again.

[bardsansa]

maybe one day i’ll stop doodling ashara dayne (specifically @mylestoyne ‘s design of her which i’m obsessed with) but today is not that day.

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

prince and prince friendship. this is my vision

[temeyes]

too lazy to work on wips and answer my inbox, but have this dood for now!!

[lina-studen]

I was drawing pluto's portrait the other day and it got me into thinking: does he have a left eye or not? and a bigger question: do in-life disabilities transfer into the academy?

let's take a look at the other character — lenore. for a long time she couldn't walk at all and needed a wheelchair. it was also stated by the doctors that her legs could never fully heal. and even when she finally felt better, lenore still had to use a cane.

but in nevermore she's able to run, jump and do all kinds of other cool tricks. I could remember only one scene where she felt a sharp pain in her legs — in the arboretum. but from a bad landing like this any healthy person could feel the pain too. or maybe it's more of a phantom pain.

so, if we assume that lenore's injury didn't carry over into the afterlife, then what about pluto? when he was still alive, he clearly lost his left eye. and after that he probably started covering it with his hair.

and I wonder: does he wear emo bangs now just out of habit or is his eye still missing? what do you think?

or maybe I'm just overthinking and lenore's injury did fully heal and everything stays as it was in the afterlife...

[hinamie]

;;

[fuck-kirk]

Came home from work last night and discovered both my kittens were sick. How did I know they were sick, you ask?

There was shit everywhere. Every. Where. All over my bed. All over the carpets near all 4 litter boxes (and some in and on the sides of litter boxes. They tried). Even on … the counters and dining room table. On the bottoms of my book cases, even on some of my books. All over the kittens themselves (I’m assuming most of what I found was tracked from their paws). When I tell yall I wanted to die. When I saw my bed I almost ended it then and there.

They were acting fine and playful still but I called and made a vet appointment for them and then spent the next 4 hours on dookie patrol. Just me, my carpet shampooer, paper towels, totally awesome spray, and my washer and dryer against the world.

At one point I had thought I was completely done, put up my carpet shampooer, and literally immediately turned around and stepped in fresh, liquid dookie. Yes, I cried.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

What are your New Year’s resolutions

Put a time limit on things - situationships, events, literally anything ever. I do not have infinite time to waste. But be compassionate through it all

Be honest w my therapist. Stop sugarcoating things for her tbh

Stop sugarcoating things w myself. I could’ve done better w certain things this year

Humble myself. I need to be more open to lacking information and asking for help

Read more

Exercise more

Make my own choices

Never obsessing over a man again

Actually explore something w a girl bc I’m pretty sure I’m on the spectrum but need confirmation :-)

Some other stuff 🧸💕

[prismaticpichu]

Brain: C’mooonnnn it’s only the afternoon!!! Wake up, bud! WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!!!

Body:

[riaki]

dog treats (for humans) | yuuji itadori x reader

pt.5 of christmas event! vry short sorry, a day late but it works as fluff for the jjk ep today !?

"[name], look! i baked something!"

your immediate thoughts are something along the lines of oh, no.

yuuji's a decent cook. or at least, that's what you like to believe; hours of the two of you making messes in your kitchen after ruining the recipe book you were following prove otherwise. still, he's not half bad. and there was that one time he taught his roommate to make meatballs; something vague like 'a legacy of hotpot meatballs'. that's your boyfriend for you.

baking, though, is certainly not his forte. as demonstrated by the giant blob of half-baked somethings on the tray; an amalgamation of dough stuck to the wax paper.

you're not quite sure what you're looking at when you enter the kitchen of your apartment; it's an absolute mess. there's flour everywhere, and some strange looking leftover dough sitting in a clump on the counter. it smells a bit weird, but that's not new. what draws your attention the most other than the flour coating the polaroids on the fridge or the four spatulas on the counter is the mess on his person.

he's coated in flour. there's dough sticking to his cheeks, almost like whiskers on his face— but that does nothing to dampen the sunny grin on his lips. his hair is ruffled, clumps of flour and powdered sugar clinging to the tips. you can just picture him mussing his hair in frustration, fingers running through the soft pink strands, the color of grapefruit and strawberry lemonade on a midsummer evening.

"what exactly did you make?" you asked, glancing him up and down. he's wearing the holiday apron you bought him on a whim; it's so dirty that you don't even recognize the pattern of the golden retriever stitched to the front. it looks more like a lima bean now.

he grins, pushing the baking tray towards you as if you're supposed to come to some grand realization of what exactly he did make.

"i made dog treats! for fushiguro. you think he'll like 'em?"

"those are dog treats...?"

you certainly wouldn't've been able to tell from first sight. but that explains the peculiar smell; it must've been a product of whatever he was doing.

"yeah! aren't they great?" he laughs, full of mirth, and you catch his smile on your own lips. his enthusiasm is infectious.

"they seem more like regular cookies." you note, observing the mess on the tray. the edges are burnt a gentle caramel crisp; if you didn't know better, you would've definitely taken the initiative to make cute cookies with your cookie cutters and frost them however you like.

you're too lost in your thoughts to notice what he's doing until it's too late— your stupidly beloved boyfriend has broken off a chunk and taken an equal sized bite out of it, chewing with all the thoughtfulness of a michelin star chef. there's a few crumbs in the corner of his mouth, and if not for the contents he probably would've asked you to wipe some jam on his lips and treat yourself to a sweet treat on his cheeks.

"yuuji!" you reach out, snatching the tray from him and setting it down before you scowl out the cheeky look on his full cheeks. "spit it out." you demanded, and you're faintly reminded that it's probably fine for him to be eating them because he's acting like a puppy anyway.

he just grins at you through a mouthful, shaking his head vigorously and swallowing as he pumps his fists, and you can practically see the stars in his eyes. "'s great! you shbould try ib, bwabe."

you just roll your eyes (albeit fondly), reluctantly reaching over to the tray to break off a chunk of the dog treats(?). you give it a good feel and sniff before nibbling off a piece, trying to discern the taste in your mouth. you're starting to think that yuuji might've mistakenly made regular cookies and called them dog treats. there was no sign of raw meat or anything on the counters, which only strengthened your suspicions.

"hey, it's actually not that bad." you marveled, glancing up at him again. he's watching you expectantly, waiting like a little puppy for your response. his eyes light up like stars; far too excited for such a weak answer as yours, but his enthusiasm shines through either way.

"right? i was thinking, maybe we could keep them to ourselves..."

"don't get carried away, yuu." you sighed, shaking your head. but he just grins, grabbing your hand and pulling you close to press an insistent smooch to your lips.

he laughs, sending vibrations through your skin as he peppers your face with floury eskimo kisses. "you'd rather me gift him these things? he'd sic his dogs on me!"

"...maybe you're right. let's just keep them, then."

my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

[blundering-thoughtless-hooligan]

[yakny]

COME ON BABY, DON'T FEAR THE REAPER