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[itsriotmotherfuckers]

A little teaser for a WIP for an AU :)

[ask-the-cyclone]

hell yeah. Where can we get them (he has started something that will end badly lmao)

-Emila

Oh… um I- no- I didn’t- ughhh. I know a guy. RICKYYYY

[for a second time Noel, I’m not-]

I need some lightsabers

[why didn’t you say so!! I’ll be right back]

[godlizzza]

prompt: danbert meeting for the first time in an aquarium? like maybe one of them works there? (I love your fics btw)

Herbert glanced up from his book as a shadow fell across the page. He was met with the sight of a boy around his age, wearing a garish blue polo shirt and lanyard. Pinned above his nametag was a badge that read, Ask me about manatees!

"Hey there," Dan (thank you, nametag) greeted. "You need help with anything?"

Herbert, who just wanted to be left alone to complete his Trig homework, replied curtly, "No."

He'd hoped that would be the end of their little interaction. Herbert could get back to his work, occasionally looking at array of fish swimming past in the huge tank, and Dan could go tell some brats facts about dolphins or something. But Dan simply grinned and sat down beside Herbert on the viewing bench.

"I see you here all the time," Dan said.

"I have a season pass."

"What's your name?"

"Do you always bother your customers this much?" Herbert groused.

Dan just laughed and ran a hand through his hair, making Herbert's stomach swoop. It was unfair how cute he was.

"When I want to," Dan quipped. He leaned over to look at Herbert's notebook. "What're you doing, anyway?"

"Homework," Herbert snapped, flipping his book closed. "Nothing too exciting, I'm sure."

Dan raised an eyebrow at him, which really was ridiculous. He was the one pestering him, and yet he had the gall to act as though Herbert were being uncouth by not wanting to share scribbled equations with him?

"You know," Dan began conversationally, "most people do their homework in a library. Your school not got one of those?"

Herbert huffed an irritated breath. "Obviously it does."

"Just can't resist Stella, huh?" Dan said, gesturing to a huge sea turtle swimming lazily past the screen.

Herbert glared at him. Dan didn't need to know he preferred the aquarium to the library. The library was too crowded, full of students all clustered together around shelves and tables, talking loudly more than they were studying. Herbert missed his elementary school days. The school librarian, Mrs. Pillsner, had been militant about maintaining silence at all times. He'd respected that about her.

Also, he did like the aquarium. So long as he came on weekday mornings when no kids would be running around, squealing every time a fish so much as blew a bubble, he had peace. He could sit in front of the saltwater tank, bathed in the ethereal blue glow of the water, and solve his problems without the annoying nag of chatter itching at his ears.

Rather, he usually could. When he wasn't being interrogated by employees.

Herbert didn't answer Dan. Instead, he flicked his eyes down to his chest and asked, "What about the manatees?"

Dan paused then blinked at him. "Huh?"

"Your shirt," Herbert said, nodding at his badge. "It says you have something very exciting to tell me about manatees."

"Oh." Dan glanced down at his manatees badge, as though just remembering it was there. "Right. Well, every month we try to raise awareness for different species of endangered sea creatures. Last month it was humpback whales, now we're onto manatees."

Herbert hummed. "I prefer whales," he said, turning to face the tank.

They sat in silence for a moment, watching a nurse shark swim by, when Dan spoke up.

"I can, uh, still tell you some pretty cool stuff about whales," he ventured.

Herbert looked at him out of the corner of his eye. He was scratching at the back of his neck, sneaking glances at Herbert. He turned away when their eyes met, seemingly embarrassed. Ugh. Even when he was nervous, he was cute. How annoying could he be?

"Alright," Herbert said anyway. He coughed into his fist at the grin Dan aimed at him. "I mean, if you really want to. Seems like you've got nothing better to do."

"Alright then," Dan replied, his smile dazzling. "You still haven't told me your name though."

Herbert rolled his eyes. "It's Herbert. I don't know how that's relevant to whales but there you go."

"Nothing to do with the whales," Dan agreed. "I just wanted to put a name to the face."

Then he started listing off random quips about whale anatomy--"You couldn't swim through the heart of a blue whale, but you could probably sit in it."--and Herbert listened. They sat there, just the two of them and the glow of the tank, for most of the morning, and Herbert didn't even mind. In fact, he might've actually liked it.

He certainly wouldn't be returning to the library anytime soon.

[kiwi]

anybody else feel that being human is like being a long-time syndicated cartoon character watching the world get more complex while your own design stays the same until youre incongruous with the reality around you??

[kavaleyre]

• The Hanged Man •

“Compared to what Falin went through? This is nothing.”

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

I'm a cryptid in Stardew valley. I live on the outskirts of town. I disappear for days on end, purchasing daily one-way tickets to the calico desert. Nobody knows where I go while I'm there. Can occasionally be found fishing at random spots throughout town. I am never not running on at least one triple shot espresso. I take the abandoned minecarts to get around and am frequently seen disappearing into the sewers. I carry a sword for some reason. Once every week or two I will stride into your bedroom to deliver you your favorite meal. I'm a self-made millionaire. I attend all the town events and will go to your concert in the next town over. I have donated approximately 2583 items to the local museum and singlehandedly revitalized the town community center. There are rumors I can talk to junimos. I'm friends with the local wizard

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[official-lucifers-child]

still thinking about the brainrot that fast fashion has caused in people, like i made this pair of pants that are black and white with a cool flowery design, and an acquaintance saw them and said "wow i'd pay like 20 dollars for you to make me a pair" and i could barely think with how utterly horrified i was at that; i told them that 20 dollars wouldn't even cover the materials, let alone the hours of work that went into cutting, sewing, ironing, hemming, altering, etc. they just had this look on their face when i told them that, when i said i wouldn't make them a pair for even 100 dollars because that was still way too low of an amount, a look that said "you're crazy for thinking that those cost 100 dollars" and maybe i am crazy but holy shit, 20 dollars for a pair of handmade, durable, lined pants fitted specifically to your measurements? 20 dollars for upwards of 60 hours of work? 20 dollars for several yards of high-quality fabric, thread, and buttons? 20 dollars???

[ace-and-ranty]

I gotta say, one of the greatest achievements of my 20s was that I learned (mostly) to differentiate between:

"I truly do not want to go" and

"I'm just feeling the Demand Avoidance, and I will like it once I get there."

[chongoblog]

Lol and also lmao

[yekokataa]

[sunshinem0ths]

club meshis

[ahotknife]

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

[postdespair]

at a typical visit to a sit down restaurant where the service is just normal, not terrible but not noteworthy

[nardacci-does-art]

I meant to draw this back when I did this other doll comic as another side, to show a doll that had been cared for instead of abused, but somehow I wasn't able to finish it till like 10 minutes ago, anyway I did it *confetti*