#okay i have to STOP

[ratatatastic]

eughhh pack omega ekky so happy to welcome omega matthew to the team and they get along so well they r so wonderful. im sure they love nesting with the goalies from time to time

while i do agree pack omega ekky eventually welcoming maffhew in its certainly a bit of a rocky start because we do have the acknowledge the huby and weegs sized elephant in the room because as much as cushy ekky and maffhew are now it certainly wasnt always like that because omega does get sad that their beloved packmates they spent absolute y e a r s got traded for a percieved hotshot instead but it doesnt last long considering how nice maffhew is that he wins ekky over but ekky certainly at odds with the strange new scent floating around and i can imagine some unbidden chittering coming from ekky when maffhew strays a little too close for his liking but matthew doesnt take it to heart he knows what ekky is going through and ekkys absolutely embarrassed about how immature hes acting and how hard hes taking this loss that he does kinda bully himself into playing nice with a terribly sweet omega who really is just trying to fit into the new team they wanted to be with and if pack alpha wholeheartedly accepts them ekky knows he will too... it just takes some time is all... a hurt omega is hard thing to convince but he knows eventually matthew's offputting spice of a scent that makes his nose itch will eventually be comforting—like nice cinnamon on an autumn day

anyways aside from that i absolutely do think they create a huge cuddle puddle of love with our tandem when they allow them too and when they can

its a bit of a special event but the team does chuckle when they walk into the dressing room only to see all the laundry bins upturned, all manners of equipment and jerseys strewn about in the middle with 4 bodies just piled on top of each other its hard to tell where one body begins and the other ends. really the only warning they get of this is when theyre about a couple feet from the locker rooms and they hear a chorus of purring that would rival a bike gang going on a joyride like oh? i guess its that time of the year again? never underestimate the strengths of their omegas though and its why they try to tiptoe around the breathing living pile in the middle—sometimes they have previous plans, sometimes its not their turn on omega cuddle duty, sometimes theyre not quite in the mood to become a glorified body pillow for hours on end and thats okay! its why we have a whole pack! someone will want to join the pile but if they dont then its best to creep around it if they dont want to be sucked into the black hole of cuddles. a couple of the betas have horror stories of skirting a little too close to the mess because theyre a bit oblivious to whats the radius thats safe to walk in and not get yoinked and predictably getting their ankle grabbed from out of nowhere and dragged in. its certainly an experience to have 4 omegas on you trying to scent every inch of you thats for sure!

but its a little worse when ekky decides hes actually a glorified therapy dog and just drapes his large body over your stomach and start purring like crazy, pinning you down with his frame like a weight blanket. maffhew likes to snuggle up by your neck and start rubbing his cheek against every spot of free skin he can get, starts moving cloth out of the way to get it. and if hes really gone enough than be prepared to be something of a chewtoy because hes gonna find something and hes gonna start teething on it—earlobes, fingers, the spot where shoulder meets neck, anywhere he can fit his mouth around and its a love language it really is. bobby just likes getting a paw on hair, likes running his fingers through it as a grooming gesture, quiet little chirps falling from his mouth, just some serene snuggle time, maybe grabs a hand to hold onto as he does so but other than that hes not too much of a menace like the other two. and knighter? hes still young hes still coming to hes a little more too himself than usual but he does try. really hes just content to let maffhew and ekky take most of the space maybe just pushes his face into a thigh and sighs in content for a bit (hierarchy and all that) but maffhew is always quick to notice and drags him up, shares some part of neck scenting duties with him as he goes down and chomps on a thigh for a bit.

yeah this team is a bit of mess and they have to pay the dirty jersey tax that is chucking their laundry into the circle like an offering to keep their omegas happy lest they get dragged in against their will because they still have said sweaty jerseys on but they wouldnt change it for the world. but it certainly does help to have more than 1 person in there because man is it hard to distract 4 omegas at the same time

[tuttle-did-it]

David Tennant for Prime Minister, please.

edit- Since this is getting so much attention, edited to include descriptions of screenshots.

This woman has lost her fucking mind.

Jo, are you okay?

[gongyussy]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[keferon]

Don’t mind me I just like to see him go bananas about cartoonish Autobot rules

Maaan…..if Prowl was in tfp he would spontaneously combust at least once a day

[avenoire]

obligatory Sonic reacts to Shadow laughing x2

[bloodyethanol]

im letting the days go by and i dont even have a beautiful house or a beautiful wife

[zivazivc]

I feel like I have some of the most random headcanons. but I am lowkey obsessed with the fact that John Dory is so much older than Branch that he potentially could have dated their friends'/peers' parents, and/or anything else funny and possibly entertaining that the large age difference entails lmaokskssbcdsbcjdh

edit: part two

[soon-palestine]

DON'T BE SILENT MAKE YOURSELF BE HEARD #FreePalestine

[image description : a person setting on his computer and says " but I am just one person " below are many persons the same way she is on their desktops telling themselves " I can't do anything " and then many more of people the same way End Description.]

[mishaesque]

Spn season 1: hot guys in sexy car kill monsters

Spn season 13: Satan is driving the rescue bus to the world portal because his son got stuck in the wrong universe

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A whole new meaning to Gay Chicken.

(For: Anonymous raffle winner!)

[somerandomcockroach]

SNOW BOTS ARE BACK BABE, IF IT WILL BE LIKE THAT EVERY YEAR I MIGHT DIE ONE DAY OF HAPPINESS WHEEEZE (I mean, drawing them like that is so much faster, plus colors, plus snow, plus they all are alive, COME ON IT'S A DREAM) Go smooch @keferon and everyone who makes "everyone is happy" content wheeeeeze

[pomarrillo]

thought id pick up fe3h again after 4 years! blue lions this time 😁 and then church route next if i dont get burnt out by then

[drolta]

iwtv + text post part 54

[serpentface]

The pylidaigh, a type of vampiric snow ghost, as imagined in folklore in and around the Highlands.

This is a ghost believed to come into being when a person dies in the snow and their body is not found before their soul (still trapped without its funeral rites) 'freezes' inside of it. The body then reanimates into a pylidaigh's twisted form. It looks like someone who slowly died of starvation, just a thin layer of flesh over bones. Its skin is as white as the snow itself, so pale it can blend seamlessly into a blizzard. Most of its body appears subtly stretched and lanky, save for its exceptionally unsubtle long, skinny arms, which drag on the ground behind it when it walks. After a big meal of blood, its belly swells like the abdomen of a tick.

A pylidaigh can only tread across snow and ice, and so doorways and windows are best kept clear of snowfall during the winter in order to prevent it from reaching inside. It mostly comes out to hunt during blizzards when there is little that can prevent it from catching its victims.

In spite of its fragile appearance, a pylidaigh is supernaturally strong, and can run at great speeds when it wants to. No mortal weapons can pierce its body, nor can any bonds known to craftsmen hold it in place. It is usually said that chains forged like iron but made out of ice can bind a pylidaigh and render it immobile, but this smithing technique remains tragically elusive to the average joe.

This ghost is either cast as a wildly dangerous but tragic figure, or one that is more simply malicious. In either case, it is described as experiencing nothing but bitter cold. It shivers endlessly. It retains distant memories of what it was to be alive, and it is motivated by a futile desperation to experience the feeling of warmth again.

In more sympathetic framings, it is described as using its freaky gibbon arms to capture its victims and pull them into an embrace, rather innocently trying to warm itself against their body. This inevitably fails, and the embrace becomes a bone crushing squeeze. When that too fails to warm the ghost, it rips out the person's throat and drinks their blood until the victim is as cold and drained as the pylidaigh itself.

In other cases, this more pitiable narrative of a ghost seeking warmth with no comprehension of its actions is discarded in favor of making it purely monstrous. Here it is a type of vampire with an insatiable thirst, practically a physical manifestation of the worst of winter itself. Some tales acknowledge both variants, suggesting a pylidaigh's violent attempts to warm itself may be initially devoid of malice, but turns into an act of furious jealousy of the warmth of the living after years of suffering.

The only (more or less) surefire method to permanently kill a roaming pylidaigh involves trapping it with fire. They are attracted to any source of heat, and will attempt to warm themselves with the flames (if not tempted away by a juicy living human body). The fire itself cannot kill them (as the sheer cold of their body is more powerful even than flame) but they can be trapped if kept near the fire long enough for the snow it depends upon to melt. This does not kill the pylidaigh either. The monster will remain in stuck in place (and potentially become a threat again if it snows more) for the duration of the winter. Only when the spring comes and all the snow melts does it revert into a normal human carcass (though mysteriously invulnerable to decay), at which point it can be cremated.

Pylidaigh in the wilds also revert to a human corpse during the snowless seasons, but will roam again each following winter unless it is burnt in the interim. It is of critical importance that any human corpse found in high mountain pasture is cremated- not only out of respect for the poor soul trapped as an earthbound ghost, but to prevent the threat of the possible dormant pylidaigh emerging next winter.

[keferon]

Guys. Guys they’re miners. They’re tiny cogless miners. Guys

I blacked out and filled the whole three canvases with sketches of them being itty bitty goobers. Figured Imma show you some haha

[coughwheezecough]

Remember when Klaus was queer. Remember when Luthor was an astronaut. Remember when all Lila wanted was family. Remember when Five made jokes. Remember when Klaus was a veteran. Remember when Five said damn the world, where's my family.