"So, Esme, I gather you're finding your new mug to your liking?" (Gytha)
"Huh...? Yes. Very much so. Thank you, Magrat" (Esme)
"Oh, you're welcome, Granny. I thought you might like it, when I saw it had bees on it. How many Axolotl t-shirts did you end up buying, Nanny?" (Magrat)
"Dunno... Lost count... I just hope I didn't forget anyone. And that the kiddies like them." (Gytha)
"Oh, I'm sure they will." (Magrat)
"Very kind of you. Ermm... What's with the pangolin though...?" (Gytha)
"It's not a pangolin, it's an armadillo. And it's very soft, and cuddly." (Magrat)
"So... basically the opposite of the real thing...?" (Gytha)
"Umm.... yeah, I suppose.. When you put it like that..." (Magrat)
Me, seconds after opening a bag of Swedish Fish: ah, yes, I am a grizzly bear, brutally tearing the heads off of spawning salmon and devouring them one by one after plucking them from the raging rapids of the Kenai River. Their fatty flesh will nourish me through the long winter hibernation. But wait. A rival, intruding on my prime fishing spots. I must fight to defend my territory. FUCKYOUNOYOUCANTHAVEONEIBOUGHTTHEMTHEYREMINEBUYYOUROWNSNACKSYOUFUCKINGPIECEOFSHIT
side note : disney dreamlight valley is a super fun game , always something to do like a nice cross between stardew and animal crossing heck even a little bit of the sims is in there. I hope games that are like this learn form some of the quality of life aspects in this game. I'm looking at uuu coral island and fluff island.
I dont think fluff island is the name but it by the company fluff nest, the ones with all the really cute plushies
after eight years, I finally updated my huge Historical Fashion Reference & Resources Doc! Now in the form of a MUCH more easily updated Google Doc with better organization, refreshed links, and five more pages of books and online resources.
I know tumblr hates links, but it’s worth it for a doc that I can now update with far more regularity going forward! RIP to the original, you did your duty for far longer than you should have. 😔🙏🏼
Dear person on the bus this morning with the Dracula quote tattoo whose phone was open to my youtube channel,
sorry I pretended not to notice and also was too shy to say hello
so y'all know the sick man from lady k and the sick man? well, i've only read that thing one time, and im not afraid to admit how unhealthily infatuated i am with lady k's man. he's literlaly my favorite flavor of man: older, kind of a deadbeat with a good heart, can and literally wil fuck you from sun up to sun down, built like a greek god, he. is. PACKIN, looks half dead, a genuine sweetheart with his lover's best interest in mind. i think his name is tostumoto yuushi, and lemme just say that i would gladly, GLADLY, take lady k's place if it means i get to breathe that man's air for even a second.
just imagine you've known tostumoto yuushi since maybe high school, having even dated him at one point. you two experimented with your bodies, tested the waters of intimacy because who better to do that with than someone you love. adversely though, life managed to drift you two apart for a few years. when you two reconnect it's a dingy casino. by that time, he's already jumped from job to job, left a recent custodian gig, and gambled most of his savings. he's on the verge of eviction and feels like he's at his lowest. the only thing he truly feels is his undying sex drive, which isn't much in the face of everything. the flame between you two rekindles as quickly as it did all those years ago, and before you know it, you're back at your apartment with his tired face nestled between your thighs.
"forgot how good you tasted, baby, fuck.." he rasps, his tongue dragging hastily over your clit, making your legs quiver and close around his head. your fingers yank at his dark hair, incoherent babbles falling from your moist lips. "yuushi," you mewl helplessly, your sensitive core constantly leaking your essence into his greedy mouth. "'m gonna cum again, s-slow down, nghhn.." he leers up at you, his eyes dark pools of lust burning holes into you. "do it, cum in my fuckin mouth."
and you do. the pressure in your gut is far more intense than what it usually is, and as you achieve your third orgasm of the night, you squirt onto yuushi's face, leaving him glistening with your release. he licks whatever landed on his lip and rises so that his large body is hovering over where yours lays sprawled on the couch, the look in his eyes makes your core pulse. "c'mon, be a good girl and clean me up."
i'm probably gonna write something abt him one of these days :')
"stan has no idea, but he did it. he saved the world. he saved me. you’re our hero, stanley."
and i just. i can’t stop thinking about ford saying “stan has no idea.” because stan getting his mind, his memory, his SELF erased as a sacrifice for the people he loves most in the world is something ford never could have done, and it’s what ultimately makes him admire stan so much more than he ever did. ford, who has always been so obsessed with being a hero and a visionary, could ironically never have been the one to throw away his knowledge of the sacrifice he’s making. his arrogance and craving for validation is exactly WHY he could never have truly been the hero. it had to be stan.
because stan did it for all the right reasons. there was a part of him that always wanted to do something great like ford, who desperately wanted to be more than just a “screw-up,” but when it came down to this moment, he wasn’t sacrificing himself to prove anything. he says “guess i was good for something after all,” as he holds a photo of his niece and nephew, because he does it for them. not for validation. not for fame. not for any sort of reputation. and he wakes up having no clue what he even did. and this, to ford, is the most noble thing he could have ever done. it’s better than any scientific achievement, any of his 12 phds, his decades of research. it’s why he ultimately resigns himself to not be the hero, but to be a “hero’s brother.” and for the first time in his life, he’s perfectly content with stepping off his pedestal.