#man 🥲

[ryn-halo26]

My pocket watch broke. I'm definitely not on the verge of tears rn

[mountainshroom]

”These games lowkey fun” - frontman

[aybeebz]

The drain plug got stuck...

No, he doesn’t wanna talk about it…

Lol, all jokes aside, I love the fact that Stanley's actually really mechanically inclined! I mean hell, how else has he kept that '65 Cadillac of his in such pristine condition??👀

Not to mention teaching himself basic rocket science and quantum physics to understand and rebuild the portal like WHAT

[akhilaasthana]

Oh Charlie. There’d been many a time that Akhila had quietly admired his impressive ability to remain a stalwart anchor. Now however, now she thought him ludicrous. How could she really blame him? They’d all had the benefit of a little time to be slowly drip fed insanity, and here she was serving it up for him in one great dish. Hrrrmph…she wasn’t going to think of food right now. “Yes in the basement.” She had his attention now, he was practically erect with excitement, now there’s a thought. Akhila huffed.

“There’s some remains of clothing, they’re all branded the same, as if they’re uniforms.” She answered his questions as quickly as he’d fired them off. “They’re all wearing the bracelets Charlie, and I presume they’re all adults.” 

She placed both hands to his shoulders, squeezing. “This is no dream.” Akhila ran her tongue over her teeth, deliberating but the words came anyway. Lips tight and voice uniformly curt. “I need you, and I need you present, here.”

Perhaps he was not everything she’d thought him to be, Akhila keenly studied his face as if there’d be telltale signs there. She knew him well, or well enough, but perhaps there was more to him. “Listen to me. This place is not as it seems…and there’s been one too many morbid twists of coincidence. I’ll take you to the heart but I need you fully with it. And you are not. I understand there’s much to take in.” Akhila settled into the notion she was doing him a favour by letting him stew in it.

“Go find somewhere to rest, if you haven’t already.” She let him go, and paced back behind her desk to the alcove she called home. “Everyone’s been finding a bungalow to call their own. There is another office here.” She’d been using that one for actual work. Thus far it had only been her here, and occasionally others (most often Lokni), but now it seemed pertinent she found somewhere else to sleep. “But I recommend you find a good bed to sleep in. We can talk in the morning.” And, from there they could figure this out. Surely?

“Denial that I am here,” he suggested. “And not dreaming.” Though it was not completely honest, he felt no regrets giving dream-Akhila half truths. Sometimes you told your patients only the information they needed to hear and left some things to either only end up in their file or to be said later. Akhila was not his patient, but she was a manifestation of his subconsciousness, and thus she would act according to the one he knew, with all her quirks. She would supply him the information because they both felt interested in it. The human body was, after all, their line of work. 

He nodded along as she started to explain. The obvious of the oily substance was lost on him, but he was far more concerned with the fact that there weren’t any organs or anything left to examine. 

Except for the heart. 

A heart attached to a machine, his attention was grabbed instantly, and from the way she was standing, he guessed she knew it would be. Of course it would be, no other would be as invested in that as he was. Unless there was another cardiothoracic surgeon among figures he’d conjured up. 

“In the basement of this place?” he asked, seconds away from asking if he could see it, if not for the fact that Akhila hadn’t offered yet, so it was probably not easy to get to, and he feared she wasn’t going to be the one to get him there. 

“Did the bones show any sign of how they could’ve perished?” He paused. “Anything else significant? Their outfits? Any jewelry? Only adults?” 

He easily became a man on a mission when a puzzle was presented. Even if through experience he knew he needed the help of others to solve the puzzle. Had this one been created by him? If so, would he alone be capable of solving it, or had his mind decided to hide clues with other residents?

[pearlofthewoods]

I once saw a quote that said the idea for Buffy came from subverting the horror movie trope of ‘woman is attacked in dark alley’, by making the female protagonist stronger than her attacker.

But I do find it interesting that when the female MC is given the power to fight back, she’s not just expected to protect herself, but to save everyone else as well.

And I think that’s such a tragic side to Buffy’s character, that it’s never enough for her just to protect herself, she has to save the world too, even at the expense of her own life and happiness.

[eyeball-freak]

I love bi/ace solidarity, it’s us against the world (and by the world I mean our own community most of the time)

[milf-murdock]

Since Simon naturally wakes up before you—goddamn military schedule down right engrained in his bones at this point—he’ll gently untangle himself from you while you sleep soundly to sneak away to the kitchen and make you both a cuppa.

Brings you tea in bed every morning so you can enjoy it whilst snuggled up to him, waking up slowly and enjoying a quiet moment together before the day starts.

[mystei]

[millany]

After shopping

[urghblergh]

Spock lets his hair grow out a little and everyone's in love with each other. 🤲

[swampybogg]

[redkehlchen]

Look at all these turtles! 🐢

[luigislady]

this belongs on a front cover of a vogue magazine 🫠🩵

[togament]

2024.07.13 — █ █ █ █ █ night with Suo. ♡

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

THE TOOTHPICK??? THE SMIRK??? THE HAIR???

[wolves333]

I'm def going to hornknee jail for this🥲

Have some River hip thrusts♥️