#no ban no wall

[thunderpot]

Macbeth moshang,

[ruby-likes-to-pick-roses]

Phighting bro balls again but its the phighters saying their phinisher line with "bro" at the end

[apradonite]

kaneanigans

[sage-lights]

i just watched the tiktok ban go live in real time what is life

[ilyrowanchow]

I feel like what a lot of people don’t realize is that TIKTOK. IS. STILL. BANNED. yes the app is still running, but it’s NOT ON THE APP STORE. Therefore, it is going to shut down eventually. Trump didn’t do anything. They staged like a weird shut down of the app and then brought it back 14 hours later to make it SEEM like the app was back for good thanks to Trump, but it will still shut down in the near future.

[rodethecyclone]

Some archaic (circa late 2022) doodles of one of my Ride the Cyclone OCs…maybe Morgan’s finally due for a bio! I’ll drop one if she stirs up enough interest…

[asurrogateblog]

if you're one of my beatles followers and you've never listened to dark side of the moon I am looking you in the eyes and telling you in the most serious possible voice that I need you to do this for me. I need you to put on your headphones and lay down and press play and close your eyes for just 42 ephemeral minutes. please

[youssefguedira]

V, JoeNicky & Nile

V. An abandoned or empty place.

When Joe pulls the sheet off the couch it kicks up enough dust that it makes Nile sneeze. The couch underneath is old, wooden frame rotting, fabric stained and full of holes where moths have eaten away at it. 

“Sorry,” Joe says to Nile when she finally manages to get the sneezing under control. “Didn’t realise it was that bad.” He puts his hands on his hips and looks down at the couch. Nile looks it over.

“There’s no saving that,” she says, wiping at her eyes. She can heal from falling over ten stories, but she can’t get away from allergies.

Joe frowns. “I liked that couch.”

The house is older than anywhere else they’ve brought her, and has been abandoned for long enough that it’s falling apart. But through some trick of posing as their own sons, or something, Joe and Nicky still own it, even if there’s a giant hole in the roof and all the windows are broken. Why they’d decided to come back here, Nile doesn’t know, but it’s a nice enough area, and a good distraction from, well. Everything. Growing back a leg, she’s discovered, is not fun. 

From one of the other rooms – she thinks it’s the kitchen, she’s not actually sure where Nicky had wandered to – there’s the sound of something breaking and crashing to the ground, and a muffled curse. 

Joe makes a questioning noise in the vague direction of the kitchen. A few moments later, Nicky appears in the doorway, covered in dust. “I am okay,” he says. “But I think we will need to go out to eat tonight.”

“Nothing?” 

Nicky shakes his head. “Unless you want to start a fire and go hunt some rabbits.”

Joe grins. “Just like old times, right?”

Nile shakes her head firmly, which makes Nicky smile. She loves them, but there’s no way they’re doing that. 

“We can probably clear out enough space in here,” Joe says, gesturing to the floor. “Get the sleeping bags out of the car. Probably have to start a fire anyway, but…”

Nile looks around again while Joe says something to Nicky in Arabic that makes him laugh. The house is falling apart, sure, but it’s structurally stable, and the bones are all there. It could be something. They’ve got time to make it something. 

Nicky is the one who goes for pizza in the end – he doesn’t trust Nile and Joe to order it if left to their own devices – while they try to clear out a space in the living room. Eventually, though, after Nile has another sneezing fit, Joe suggests they just take the sleeping bags outside instead, which works out a lot better. He sets about starting a fire with practiced ease while Nile sets out the sleeping bags around it. They’re far enough away from civilisation that she can’t hear cars passing by, which is kind of surreal, and the stars are brighter than she’s ever seen them. 

When Nicky gets back, two boxes balanced on one arm and a bottle of wine in the other, he looks over their makeshift camp and laughs. “Just like old times, then?” he asks.

Joe grins. “Except we have pizza.”

“And actual sleeping bags,” Nile says.

“Ah, these modern inventions could never quite match the comfort of a pile of furs,” Joe says wistfully. Nile gives him a look. She’s ninety percent sure that one’s bullshit, but she can never quite tell with him. 

Nicky sets down the pizza boxes, and jogs back to the car to grab the pack of plastic wine glasses they’d bought before they got here. 

“We should’ve bought marshmallows,” Nile says. “Could have made s’mores.”

“Well, we’ll have to go to the hardware store tomorrow anyway,” Joe points out. “And I think it’ll be a little while before we can actually sleep in there.”

“Tomorrow, then?”

“Tomorrow,” Nicky agrees.

[evilkaeya]

Taking teen skk to missions abroad must have been horrible. The world is their playground no matter where they are. They're never in their hotel rooms, they run down the hallways knocking on every door, Dazai keeps pushing people into the pool and Chuuya goes to the spa four times a day. They go missing for two days and come back in different clothes, Chuuya has a buzz cut, Dazai has a cat that looks like it fought three wars and a half, and with them is a foreign man who promises Mori he doesn't care if Mori has three children and receding hairline, he has seen his picture and has fallen in love with him ("Dazai kun who is this guy" "We found you a husband" "I don't need one" "Yes you do")

[erikahenningsen]

49 for cadina

49. “Who hurt you?”

Regina is a few minutes away from the school when she spots someone sitting by the side of the road.

She's about to swerve and give them a wide berth as she passes, until she sees who it is, and she slams on her brakes instead.

It's Cady.

Cady looks up as Regina screeches to a halt, her face streaked with tears. Regina feels her breath get shallow as anxiety rises in her chest. She smacks the hazard light button and climbs out of the car.

"Cady? Are you okay?" Regina crouches down next to Cady and scans her face. Aside from some smeared mascara and red eyes, she seems mostly okay.

"I'm fine," Cady says, sniffling.

Regina sees Cady is clutching her knee, the skin scraped raw, and Regina sees red.

"Who hurt you? Who did this?" she growls, her vision almost blurring with how quickly her anger rushes through her.

"What? No one," Cady says, looking confused.

"Who, Cady?" Regina asks again, more urgently, gripping Cady's shoulders. Cady's head bobs a little with the motion. "I'll kill them right now. Nobody will find the body."

"Regina! Nobody hurt me," Cady insists. "I fell off my bike." She points a few feet behind her, where there is indeed a bike lying on its side in some bushes.

All of Regina's anger drains out of her body at once, like someone pulled a plug. Cady is okay, she repeats to herself.

"Sorry," Regina says, feeling a little embarrassed at her overreaction. "I just saw you crying by the side of the road, and..." She trails off.

"Well, it hurt." Cady turns her palms up, and they're scraped, too.

"Yeah, I bet it does." Regina fishes in her purse for some tissues, presses one to Cady's bleeding knee. "Where's your helmet?"

Cady shrugs. "I forgot it."

"You were riding your bike without a helmet?!"

"What are you, my mom?"

"No, but I'll tell your mom," Regina threatens, and when Cady's eyes widen she waves a hand. "Kidding, kidding."

"Thanks," Cady says, smiling a little, and Regina brushes a lock of red hair out of Cady's face without thinking, barely resisting the urge to cup Cady's face and brush the tears away with her thumbs. "And thanks for, you know, offering to kill someone for me."

"Of course I would," Regina says. "Isn't that what friendship is?"

Cady laughs and gives Regina a smile—Regina's favorite smile of Cady's, the one that feels like it's just for her, affectionate and fond and intimate, crinkling the corners of her eyes. The smile that always makes Regina smile reflexively back, the one that makes her heart beat a little faster.

"Come on," Regina says, standing and offering Cady a hand. Then she remembers that Cady's hands and scraped and gross, so Regina just kind of hauls her up by the arms. "I'm driving you home."

"But what about my bike?" Cady asks.

"Someone can come back for it later," Regina says, opening the passenger door for Cady. "But I think this is a sign you should retire that thing. How many times have you crashed it now?"

"I'm getting better," Cady insists.

"Lord save us all when you start driving," Regina says as she buckles herself in.

Cady pouts and crosses her arms, so Regina reaches over and squeezes Cady's leg. Cady looks a little startled, and Regina realizes how high up on Cady's though her hand is, and she quickly brings it back to the steering wheel, her palm burning from the contact.

Driving Cady around might be better for Cady's safety, but definitely not for Regina's own sanity.

[oldschool-analog]

I like to think that Jeremy and Christine did end up doing that bowling alley performance art and then proceeded to get banned from every single bowling alley in New Jersey

[allseeingportrait]

Contrary to popular belief Dib has not in fact been ousted from his place as a Top Three Blorbo

Also while looking up the swollen eyeball logo I found out that that group is the illuminati equivalent for him? I know its not played that way but damn its impressive as hell that he’s a member

[ZaDr fans dni]

[kakashi-bby]

Listen. Several times have Harry & Jean gotten obliterated off drugs and lay together on someone's couch motionlessly listening to Pink Floyd while everything spins around them in the middle of the night

[yuukimiyas]

hello honeybuns & happy sept! ⁽⁽ଘ( ˙꒳​˙ )ଓ⁾⁾ i hope this new month & the coming ones are nice & calm <33 & filled w nothing but tenderness & love (* ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)” mwah!

[eardefenders]

@jofflock asked a good question about the transcript! So I've emailed John to find out the answer. We shall see if I get a response and, if so, what it says.

[roomba-mangga]

struggling to figure out how to explain spiritual horniness and my general experience with obsession to my friend. it's like infatuation but worse because no outlet feels right. it's like a sensory deprivation tank. it's like waking up in the morning with too much coffee in your system. it's desperation and fear disguised as love. idk man use your imagination