#little hut

[shanklin]

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb in. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

[kuzcoskingdom]

Yo, Kuzco trivia buffs. You know which holiday is the most Kuzcoriffic? No, it's not Kuzmas. Or Kuzeaster. Or Kuzcarbor day. Nope! It's Kuzcoween! I'll never forget how I invented Kuzcoween...

[bamsara]

So I live in a very, very rural area to which there is no post office. I have to drive into another zipcode in order to drop off all my mail in bulk, and I've been thinking about going the OTHER direction, like two towns over to drop off mail because of some mailing issues but the people at the other post office know who I am :(

Anyway do yall think it would be weird to send flowers to post office ppl for holidays or is that. too much

[the-colourful-witch]

Tea at Hagrid's ☕️ 🌨️

It is a new year and month, so it's time for the new Owl Post Club postcard design. For January, I decided to draw a cosy scene in Hagrid’s hut🌨️⛄️🧡 The weather is dismal, I haven't seen the sun in ages, yet I enjoyed drawing this winter scene. The goal was to spread warmth in this depressing weather. I truly think Hagrid is too much overlooked as a character. He was Harry's first friend. He saved him from the Dursleys. And when Harry met Ron, one of the first things he wanted to do was introduce them to Hagrid and have tea at his cabin. Hagrid was so kind to little Harry. When he realised Harry never got mail, like the rest of his classmates, he sent Hedwig over to invite Harry over for tea during the breakfast mail rush. That is so thoughtful and sweet. I am a big Hagrid stan! Let's share some Hagrid love this month <3 💞 Also, how fun are those huge teacups?

The back of the card :) Sign up for the Owl Post Club and receive a new unique postcard every month!

[ghosts-cant-sleep]

Heeeeyyy, never requested anything but i think i'll give it a shot because i really like the way you write! You're really talented :]

Mayhaps a simon "ghost" riley x male reader? Reader is very provocative and loves getting reactions out of people, no matter if they are amused chuckles or annoyed groans. BUT Ghost is a brick wall and reader sees it as a challenge? Im sure your beautidul mind will come up with something interesting!

May i have the "🦇" as my anon emoji? (If its not taken of course!)

Thanksss, have an amazing day/night!

you can whistle for it

simon 'ghost' riley x male! reader warnings: idk how spotting works im just basing it off of that one american sniper scene kinda, suggestive innuendos, stupid jokes, not proofread, notes: i love specific anons sm :3 yall r so cute :3 ofc u can have 🦇 :3 lysm :3

fem dni.

"Y'know, Lieutenant, I've been thinking-"

"I doubt that."

"-You, me, alone under the stars... It's pretty romantic, don't'cha think?"

"No."

A heavy sigh pushes past [Name]'s lips, hia breath blooming into a faint mist of white, fading into the deep blues of the sky hanging high above them.

The snow crunches bellow his elbows with every breath, laying thick over the plantlife. Frost coated the leaves that shrouded the pair, snowfall left the branches bending under the weight, there wasn't even a peep from the local fauna.

And oh god, what he wouldn't give to be warm like them, huddled in a burrow, coat all he'd need to keep warm. Instead, he was left in thick, stiff winter gear, the cruel wind biting at the tip of his nose in spite of the fleece-lined gaiter.

Hell, he was surprised his rifle wasn't crusted in ice.

He wasn't surprised, however, to deduce that the poor weather seemed to reflect on his lieutenant's mood, as if being stuck on overwatch for hours on end wasn't bad enough.

[Name] laid with his cheek resting on the stock of his gun, index finger lazily tapping against the trigger gaurd to some unrecognized rhythm.

And Ghost was right beside him, nearly hyper focused on spotted. Each had their eyes trained on their respective scopes, and both were miserable.

Aching backs, necks swiftly growing sore, eye's dry, lips cracking, and faces all kn all feeling like they'd be ready to freeze off any moment now. And that's not even mentioning that this was the fourth time Ghost had essentially requested [Name] shut his mouth in the past thirty minutes they'd been in the field, which was frustrating enough for both of them.

And excuse him for not wanting to waste his night sulking in silence, but making the best out of a less than steller situation didn't seem to be something Ghost was capable of.

It was charming, in its own annoying little way-- the relentless chatter and constant quips and jokes, even if they sometimes boarded on ridiculously unprofessional. Whether it be an annoyed groan, a flustered chuckle, or a reluctant smile masked with a roll of their eyes, his little antics never failed to coax out some reaction.

Almost never.

And in all honesty, this self inflicted, fruitless journey to get so much as a scoff out of Ghost wasn't even the point anymore. Sure, to be met with anything other than stubborn apathy would be a breath of fresh air, not to mention satisfying after so long of any and all jokes, swipes, and thinly veiled innuendo being shut down with little remorse would be a delight. But now? [Name] just wanted something to distract himself from the cold that clung to his skin.

So, as always, to Ghost's dismay, he gives it another go.

Dispite himself, another sigh is huffed out. He glances over to Ghost, the sight of something other than his reticle feeling foreign.

"So..." He starts, situating his sights back to his scope. "You got a girlfriend or anything?"

He found the idea a little funny. The image of this big, stoic man holding hands or otherwise being sweet on some pretty little lady.

There's a stretch of silence, expectantly so, and [Name]'s already racking his brain for something-- anything, to say next.

"No."

The low rumble of Ghost's voice takes him by surprise, but it'd be foolish to dwell on it long. An answer's an answer.

"Figured," [Name] mutters out, adjusting the grip on his gun, rolling out shoulders in an attempt to ease the discomfort that's begun to festerbetweenhia shoulder blades. "Does that mean you're up for grabs then?"

Only the whistle of wind responds this time.

"I'll take that as a maybe." He might as well have been aimlessly talking to himself. Hell, that would've been more entertaining than this.

"Y'know, I'm sure deep down you do think I'm funny." Told you; relentless. Still, despite the smile hidden behind his mask and the slightly forced crinkle in his eye, [Name] couldn't quite hide the irritation growing thick in his own throat.

"I think you're a distraction," Ghost is swift to correct, his balaclava doing little to hide the annoyance in his tone. "A liability if you're not careful, so do shut up."

[Name] can't help but shake his head, a sharp huff pulling from his throat. Sure Ghost was his superior, and by no means were they supposed to be all buddy-buddy with one another. But jesus fucking christ, would it hurt to crack smile. Hell, even Price offers a pitty laugh on the rare occasion.

"It wouldn't kill you to have some damn fun one in a while." The words leave his mouth before his can think better of it, tounge sharp.

"It might," Ghost is quick to retort with just as much bite. For the first time since they settled down, his eyes leave the spotter, sending a well received warning glare [Name]'s way. "Give it a rest, yeah?"

Be it the weather, the job, a wave of bravery, or simply just [Name]'s long overdue annoyance reaching its peak, he, in fact, does not give it a rest.

"It's like you're scared of saying something interesting for once."

"Maybe I'll let you chew on some lead to shut you up. That interesting enough?"

"Christ."

Every stretch on silence is near unbearable. It feels like even the wind still in these moments. [Name] would prefer a constant flood of berating and hardly enjoyable banter from Ghost far more than this.

The tension of the moment breifly lingers before it disapates just as swiftly as it had arrived, the tension in [Name]'s chest easing. He lets out a soft breath, his grip adjusts, his elbows sink furth into the snow.

"Well-" Ghost interjects with gruff sigh, "-Soap told me you like jokes."

"Did he, now?"

"Where do generals keep their armies?"

"Up their sleevies."

"God dammit, Ghost."

[Name] purses his lips, effectively splitting it down the center, the heat from the sting made all the worse by the every present chill. He had more pressing matters to worry about. "Why do snipers aim with one eye closed?"

"Sergeant."

"Humor me-- just this once, and I swear I'll shut up for the rest of the night." An obvious lie. However, Ghost doesn't try to correct it. "...Why do snipers aim with one eye closed?"

"...Why?"

"If they closed both, they wouldn't be able to see."

Yet another discontent sigh leaves Ghost's mouth. But, [Name] could've sworn he almost heard a smile forcing its way onto Ghost's face as he spoke. "Now are you done?"

[Name]s response isn't instantaneous. His head lifts from the small of the stock, gaze leaving the scope and finding Ghost beside him.

Ghost was still, near statuesque if it weren't for the soft puffs of breath that seeped through the thick knit of his mask. [Name] knew Ghost liked being behind the trigger more than anything, but he was sure Ghost's ego swelled, even if just a tad, over being the one chosen to spot instead.

Only when Ghost's eyes meet [Name]'s does he retreat back to his scope. Still, he let's his stiff face pull into a grin. "Say whatever you want, but I think I am starting to get to you, Lieutenant."

"Oh, piss off." This time, he hears Ghost shift around in place, a tired groan accompaning the shifting of snow beneath him. "Just quiet down before I show you how to put that mouth of yours to good use for once."

"Awe, c'mon now, you-- huh?"

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober Day 22 - Cottage

Fowl's Moving Castle Cottage

Flappy HallowPREEN everybirdy! The month of october may be coming to a close, but fear not! I will still be completing the rest of the BAWKtober prompts into NovHENber. So if you are lagging a little behind like me, i will still be checking the tags~ But for tonight, stay safe, have fun Chick or Treating, and watch out for any suspicious houses that seem to have giant chicken legs

[honeycrispjamz]

so what do we think the sleeping arrangements are according to these two pics

[finelythreadedsky]

in the production of ajax that exists in my head, when athena brings ajax out of his tent in the prologue she makes odysseus go sit in the audience to see him without being seen by him

[canisalbus]

i saw some asks abt vasco and machete playing skyrim and other games, and now i cant stop imagining them playing minecraft.. machete knowing everything to know abt potion combinations and enchantment, looting the nether etc etc and vasco making food and crafting materials, just chilling in their little 6x6 dirt hut lol

.

[cannibalcleaver]

marble hornets but when alex lures brian away, brian gives alex a fat joint and tells him to calm his ass down

[sandersgrey]

There should be a stardew mod where you can kill villagers and bury them in your farm and the area around their body is permanently fertilized. Who said that.

[tinyclove]

everyone meet mr peanut butter ❤️ my new little baby!! he's an 11 week old angora bunny. I've always had bunnies (I have 3 others at the moment, not including mr. PB, all of different breeds!) and I decided to specifically go for an angora this time since I've been enjoying my yarn spinning so much! so not only do I get an adorable little sweetheart to love, but I'll be gradually collecting his fluff as I groom him for my spinning projects hehe how cool is that?! I'm so excited :)

I'll keep you guys updated on here maybe, if that's something people would be interested in! I've just moved homes and I am so lucky to now have loads of wonderful outside space that I can't wait to use for creating the bunny wonderland (bunderland?!) of my dreams for my furry babies. I'm currently in the process of building a fancy 8x8ft barn for them to live in, then once that's all done I'll be building an attached walk-in run so that they'll have a nice secure outside space too! I can't wait to introduce mr. PB to my other bunnies and get them settled into the barn - it'll keep me busy as my winter project!

[solarfizzy]

happy new years agents! agent Phoenix wishes you all a very happy 2025, new year, hopefully new game, and new missions!

(holy shit this was my 100th post 💥💥)

drawing champagne was nightmare

ouch

[girlactionfigure]

 חג סוכות שמח

Chag Sukkot Sameach and Shabbat Shalom!

May your home be blessed with happiness and joy.

Chag Sameach and Happy Holiday to us all!

 Leviticus 22:26 - 23:44

[megamindsupremacy]

Relativity Falls AU

[Part 1] [Part 2] Part 3 [Part 4]

Two months after Pacifica runs away from Dipper and the portal project, Mabel appears at Dipper’s house. She’s gotten really concerned, because her idiot brother has stopped responding to any letters, stopped picking up phone calls, stopped publishing articles, and has more or less completely dropped off the goddamn map.

So she arrives in Gravity Falls, locates her brother after a waitress mentions the “weird smelly researcher living in a hut in the woods,” and nearly takes out his front door with her knocking before he finally answers the door.

He is holding a gun.

Mabel is unimpressed.

She tells him to cut the shit and answer her already, what the hell is going on, why has he not been answering her letters, why is he living in a shack in the woods in Oregon, has he showered in the past two weeks?

Unfortunately for Mabel, Dipper is not in the right state to answer her questions reasonably, because he has well and truly lost his goddamn mind after Pacifica left him. Hosting Bill has been horrible for his mental state - Bill hasn’t been even a little bit gentle with his brain, even less so than he was with Ford in Canon Falls, and Dipper is Feeling It.

After Pacifica left, Dipper has been running on dwindling money, materials, and equipment. He’s at his limit. Bill is pushing him past it.

In response to Mabel’s reasonable questions, i.e “wtf is going on with you”, Dipper goes I’M UNCOVERING THE SECRETS TO THE UNIVERSE while waving his gun around and making a lot of concerning facial expressions. It’s concerning. Mabel is concerned. She does manage to take his gun away, though.

Mabel and Dipper have an argument, the main points of which can be boiled down to:

Mabel, freaked out: Dipper, I think you might be actually genuinely insane right now. Please go take a bath, you smell horrible. Dipper, eyes bloodshot, waving his hands around: I NEED TO BUILD A PORTAL TO ANOTHER DIMENSION FOR THE GLORY OF THE TRIANGLE AND TO PROPEL MYSELF INTO FAME AND FORTUNE [Dipper drags Mabel downstairs into his basement and triumphantly shows her the newly-finished portal] Mabel, was not expecting an actual literal fucking portal: What the hell is GOING ON with you Dipper, suddenly furious: You wouldn’t understand, you always were the more popular twin, you’re the successful famous rich amazing popular etc etc tw

(Mabel internal dialogue: exCUSE ME?)

Mabel's like, pretty sure that her brother is actually going insane, but he's still saying some really hurtful things, enough so that she starts to get pissed at him.

Mabel notices that Dipper has been holding onto a journal (...the journal she made for him?) this entire time, so she yanks it out of his hands and tells him that he's coming upstairs right now, he's eating a goddamn meal and drinking a glass of Mabel Juice and getting ten hours of sleep and then after that, maybe, they can have a reasonable and adult discussion about whatever the hell is going on with him.

Dipper says something Very Sane and Comprehensible, at a Reasonable Tone and Pitch, at the thought of sleeping for so long (THE DEMON). Then he lunges for the journal.

They... fight. There's a huge commotion. Dipper is screaming.

(For the first time, Mabel is scared, not for, but of her brother.)

Levers get pulled. Mabel's arm gets scorched when Dipper pushes her into a hot rune. She shrieks. His eyes momentarily clear, and he says "Oh god, Mabel, what have I-"

She kicks him off of her.

Dipper goes through the portal. The portal screeches to a close.

Mabel sits in the basement, burned, clutching her brother’s journal, and begins to panic.

[nerdyhistoryenjoyer]

Does anyone know the origin of this photograph or if there is more like this one? Found it on an older TE tumblr post I can't find at the moment but I do remember not seeing a source