#okay i’m normal

[pinklemonslices]

i’m so happy that edwin’s confession didn’t make it weird. i’m so happy they’re “better friends because of it.” i’m so happy they hug each other and touch each other like normal. i’m so happy with how they are. i’m so happy with how charles’s response was handled. i’m so happy

[lowcallyfruity]

Ok so I was watching beetlejuice and why did my goofy ass start crying over Adam and Barbara ‘dying’ like OH MY GODDDDDD I SOBBED. THEY LOVE EACHOTHER SO MUCH

[chryza]

Okay because confession time I am still finishing up Dorothy’s Vision under the wire I’ve only been playing for about six months but I’m so mentally ill about Saria’s devotion to Kirsten and yet for however much I think Kirsten does love Saria it was always always always secondary to her obsession that teetered on madness.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

I am once again thinking about a Newsies Friends!AU

[pawstoru]

GRGEHEGRHRHENRGRRRGGRGRRGRGGRFRGDXVXBXGRGR

Coffee shop My piece for boatem zine!! @boatemvillagezine

[fifizero]

WELL APPARENTLY IVR NEVER HAD ONE FUCKING ORIGINAL THOUGHT

[k1tty5]

slab guy

[sprixxistix]

Been working on this for a while

I’ve been seeing a lot of humanized Painter designs so I finally decided to make one of my own! Based slightly off one of my outfits in Roblox after I impulsively bought the Painter head—

Bad quality + slightly unfinished version because I don’t feel like taking an actual screenshot. I only took a quick pic with my phone to show my friend so this is all I’ve got

[jediexile]

I live in Western North Carolina. I have no idea if anyone knows what is going on here. I finally have gotten sufficient enough cell service to get online.

We are never going to fully recover. Whole towns are gone. My town was flattened. My street, a few miles south of town, was spared. We had no power or running water for four days. We lost hundreds of dollars of food from our fridge and freezers. We have no internet and no idea when it will be back. I work from home. My partner works two jobs - or worked, because one probably doesn’t exist anymore. My car took minor damage from the storm. Even if we had jobs, we probably couldn’t get to them. We got really lucky.

I so far have not lost anyone. Many of my friends are displaced. Some watched their homes be swept away. Some of them lost their pets. Some of them had to dig their children out of mud.

People - not organizations, not first responders, not the government - are clearing roads, doing welfare checks, forming groups of riders to take supplies up mountains on horses and mules. Private helicopters are landing in the middle of my town to drop supplies. They are doing this all over, all day, an essential lifeline for our cut off communities. The bigger cities are getting a more organized response, especially Asheville, which was essentially cut off from incoming vehicle traffic for a few days. Thank god the airport was spared.

I lost cell service, then internet, then power, from 7:45-8:20am Friday. I had no communication until Saturday. I was able to get a few texts out. I was able to get into town. Children’s toys were in the street. Some of my favorite businesses are gone. I saw a car part way up a house.

Please, send help. I don’t know what organizations to donate to. Any time I get online is spent networking relief efforts and getting the word out about missing persons. Keeping my family updated. Applying for FEMA assistance and mortgage relief. I have heard Blue Ridge Public Radio has a list on their website.

The death toll right now stands in the 50s. It is going to end up in the hundreds.

I am so heartbroken.

[bberetd]

So basically… you’d like for me to weep and sob this evening

Have you ever thought about how Mario probably grew up in a loving but financially unstable home, and how he and Luigi likely struggled to eek out a decent life for themselves prior to whatever strange magic brought them to the Mushroom Kingdom? Have you thought about the months where they had to decide which they wanted more: food, or a roof over their heads?

And then have you stopped to think about Peach, a literal monarch with an endless supply of wealth, suddenly giving them a cottage big enough to house a whole family and free access to her castle and inviting them to share meals with her, for no other reason than 1.) she's quite fond of them and 2.) she just can? How she probably views these gestures as meager, the absolute least she can do for her friends, and how she likely has no idea that she's casually giving them a sense of security and belonging they've never had before? How much peace she brings into Mario's life, never having to wonder where his next paycheck or his next meal is coming from, seeing his beloved brother finally having the means to pursue his own hobbies and pastimes, and not even realizing it? Have you ever thought about that?

And have you ever thought about how lonely Peach's life must have been? Even if there were other children her age to play with (never mind that none of them were human like her), she couldn't have played anyway, because every aspect of her upbringing was tailored around making her an effective politician? And how even in adulthood, there's very few people who seek her company just for the sake of it; how she goes into most interactions knowing that she's wanted for her beauty, her power, her influence, and nothing else?

And then have you stopped to think about Mario, a guy with plenty of friends and lots of better things to do, just... seeking her out for no other reason than to talk? How he could have so much more from Peach if only he asked, she would happily gift him any treasure that money could buy, but for some reason she can't decipher, all he wants is her friendship? How he doesn't view her as untouchable or some great means to an end, nor does he just turn a blind eye to their differing social statuses; he acknowledges her position and her power yet expects nothing of her in spite of it, and is happiest simply when he can sit and chat with her about nothing for hours on end? Have you ever thought about that?

Because I think about that, like. A lot.

[maacbrem]

Absolutely insane about the Thelyss brothers in Vasselheim cause like

Essek the Bright Queen is RIGHT THERE SIR PLEASE - but then, so is his brother, his little brother he probably still thinks of as a child because they were allowed to be children so briefly before anamnesis failed to come and they had to make something of themselves as new souls in an ancient Den, and Verin is the youngest Taskhand of Bazzoxan and a highly accomplished Echo Knight but he’s going to war??? Against aliens and would-be god killers and Ludinus Da’leth???? And Essek is a heretic fugitive and selfish to his bones, but he loved his brother even when he didn’t think he was capable of love at all, even if he wasn’t very good at it. So he stays in Vasselheim and he makes sure that these strange, awe-inspiring legendary heroes know his brother’s face, his voice, his armour, so that maybe if he falls one of them will deign to pick him up. He thinks about his friends, far from him now (Caleb, out of his reach and likely preparing to do something reckless but too brilliant to be called foolish), and looks at his brother, who will also go, who might never come back.

And Verin??? The youngest son of his Den, the second new soul prodigy by necessity who never really understood his brother but loved him anyway, who mourned their father so hard that he tried to become him by throwing himself against the endless hordes of the Hells, who now answers the call of all the gods and Exandria itself to fight a war with impossible odds, offering himself and his soldiers as potential cannon fodder so that the legendary heroes of the age might emerge victorious? I need to know how long he’s known what Essek did (because I know that Essek confessed and part of him hoped that Verin would condemn him, his righteous, devoted brother), and I need to know if Essek faked his death or just vanished, and I need to know if Verin wept for him. Verin who loves his people and his country and his god, who believes in things like faith and loyalty because he’s never really had cause not to, who has to find a way to believe in his brother, too. He learns to recognize this Archivist disguise and a few others that Essek favours, and he stops referring to his brother by name ever just so he doesn’t forget at the wrong moment, and he carries the beat-up booklet of Ashari poetry that he first learned to read Common from that still has child-Essek’s penmanship in the margins and he thinks about how seasons change and how winter doesn’t really kill, it just rests, and the process of a butterfly’s metamorphosis isn’t really that far off from the Luxon’s decree to become your ever-bettering self.

Essek doesn’t say “come back” but he does say “fight smart” and Verin knows what he means. Verin wraps him in a spine-cracking bear hug, uncomfortable in his armour but Essek has gotten better about physical affection in the past few years and one day Verin intends to thank the Mighty Nein personally for that. Verin says “stay sharp” and then quieter he says “i’ll see you again” and Essek hears ‘in this life or the next’ and he very calmly and sanely doesn’t start screaming, but he does press a pearl to Verin’s forehead (Caleb’s variation of the somatics, a useless bit of sentimentality made powerful that Essek adores). And then they have to part ways before Verin rejoins the Kryn contingent and Essek disappears back into the crowd, two brothers finally on the same side but unable to stand together.

Anyway, I think they’re neat.

[ohbuggy]

She’s just a girl~

[ewwww-what]

friendship so strong it grants you a sixth level spell slot. I have words to say.

[starbvrryhwa]

Hiii so i'm new here and I saw your "send me jeno reqs" post and I NEED to do this req👉🏻👈🏻

One os where Jeno is jaemin's friend and you are jaem lil sis? But instead of meeting each other from jaemin's side, you both meet at a party (party that leads into some other things uhuuum ☝🏻)

Thanks in advice hehe, and sorry if my grammar its a lil bad

“Shit, fuck,” Jeno cursed, forcing his eyes to stay open so he didn’t miss a single thing despite wanting nothing more than to just bask in the pleasure of having his cock sucked.

The music blasting in the living room was muffled in the small, upstairs bathroom, not loud enough to cover up the filthy slurping noises you made when you bobbed your head up an down his length.

“Didn’t take you for a loud one,” you giggled, stroking Jeno’s cock in a tight fist while catching your breath.

“You thought about doing this?” He groaned, winding one of his hands into your hair to guide you back down his cock.

Instead of answering, you relaxed your throat around him so he could easily push you until your lips were stretched around the base of his cock, your nose touching his skin.

“Fuck, you dive me insane,” he cursed when you had the audacity to look up at him, the tears swimming in your eyes making them sparkle in the light.

“That’s the point,” you heaved, spitting the saliva that had built up in your mouth onto his cock so you could use both hands to jerk him off in a tight fist, the squelching sound pornographic.

“Jeno? You in there?” A voice suddenly pulled Jeno from his dazed state, loud knocks rattling the door. Panic ran down his spine when he recognized his best friends voice. Jaemin and him were close but he wasn’t about to let him know that he was getting the best head of his life right now.

“Come on, tell him,” you whispered, a mischievous grin on your lips as you held Jeno’s cock up to mouth at his balls instead.

“Y-yeah,” Jeno called out to his friend, biting into his hand to keep his moans at bay and praying that the music outside was loud enough to cover up the slick sounds of your mouth.

“Dude, have you seen my sister? I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Your sister?”

“Black top, skirt, wears a necklace saying Nana,” Jaemin explained.

For the second time within minutes, Jeno’s blood ran cold as he looked down to where you were kneeling on the floor, your silver necklace twinkling when you leaned back to mouth at the underside of his cock, not caring a single bit about the saliva ruining your makeup.

“What?” You whispered, a Cheshire grin on your lips that suddenly seemed way too familiar to Jeno, “You gonna tell him?”

“I- No, haven’t seen her,” Jeno lied through his teeth, immediately getting rewarded by having his cock deepthroated again, the tight and wet feeling making him go crosseyed and he swore he just saw his creator for a split-second.

“Shit,” Jeno vaguely heard Jaemin curse, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears too loud, “Find me downstairs and help me look for her when you’re done.”

For an excruciating second, Jaemin was quiet, probably expecting an answer from Jeno before he heard him run off again.

“Fuck, you didn’t tell me you were Jaemin’s sister.”

“Would you have let me do this if you knew?” You chuckled, filthily slapping his cock onto your outstretched tongue before suckling at the tip, all while innocently blinking up at him.

“If I knew what I was missing out on,” he groaned, grabbing a fist full of your hair to force you down his cock again that twitched when Jeno thought about how dirty he was for fucking his best friend’s sister’s throat like this at his own party. But the shame burning down his neck only made his pleasure that much sweeter.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one morning you cling to satoru’s back and sleepily plead for him not to leave for work and he feels closer to killing the higher ups than ever before

[aengelren]

tell him you know a place then drop him off at a therapist