#pftah

[serostuffsmh]

you’re probably my favorite blog because your content goes from like nice thirsts and more serious content to absolute batshit insanity with no warning

Pftha, thank you, anon. I try to my best to make a healthy mix of insane asks to writing :p

[du-taejoon]

          ( go to hell !! ) oh! i've been there, thank you. i found it quite lovely. 

             ❪  ❛  winifred sanderson, from hocus pocus  ❜  ❫      

        matching with @du-changyun​ & @du-inna​

[igglemouse]

Interlude ~ The 1%

And, it was all thanks to her grandmother. Carlotta Villareal. The Empress of the Villareal name. Carlotta favored her granddaughter Carolina, she had groomed her at a young age to be much like her. She had pulled the strings to make sure Jeremy met with Carolina and she had pulled on Carolina's strings to 'better' herself as she put it. The short hair, of course, was her touch. Carlotta always did enjoy her short hairstyles.

"I have to admit," Carlotta said, sitting across from Carolina in one of the many dining rooms this manse housed. "You almost make me envious. Then I realize, its not envy I feel, but pride!"

"You know, I feel like I didn't really do anything. This is Jeremy's work, not sure I could ever do all this on my own-"

"Pftah! Nonsense! You're a Villareal at heart, we are about making simoleons and as easy as possible," she teased. "Don't feel guilty about it. The boy is smitten with you and it's going to take a lot to mess this up. You and Marta are doing well for yourselves, now, if only we could get that brother of yours to stop being so stubborn!"

[patiencekindnesscourage]

Lady Crawford, I hope this letter finds you in good health. I am not sure what became of our arrangement, but I wish for you to simply know that the offer is still there anytime. My people may not be under the thumb of a tyrant anymore, but a fresh perspective is always welcome. The hospital that bears your name is helping many. I thought you would like to know that. Best wishes, Baron Ironborne

Cherry stared at the letter, bundled up on their new couch with Cain and Blue on either side of her, a mug of hot chocolate cupped against her chest. She sipped at it slowly, nearly spitting out the mouthful as she read the final portion of Geladacar’s message.

“A hospital named after me?!” the paladin coughed, setting her drink down on the table to avoid spilling anymore, dabbing her chin dry with her sleeve. “By the light... Why would he do that? Surely there are better names. more appropriate names, right?” She looked at Blue, who answered by cleaning hot chocolate off her cheek with a large lick.

“Pftah... thank you. I’m glad you agree.” Cherry chuckled, feeling guilty that she had left without a word and never wrote to the Baron after doing so. “It seems I’m to spend the day writing letters, huh my loves?” She said to both dogs. “ And neither of them I know what to write...” Ruffling her hand through her hair, she sighed and shuffled forward to pulled the coffee table closer, gathering the parchment and ink Grant had left for her before heading out.

“Write what I feel is right...” She quoted, dipping the quill and setting to work.

‘Baron Ironborne,

I extend my deepest apologies to you for having neglected to stay in contact, and especially for leaving as swiftly as I did without word. With the attack on Teldrassil and subsequent conflict that inevitably followed, myself and my fiance were pressed back into service and have been doing what we can in the war effort.

With great regret, I’m afraid I will need to rescind our arrangement. My position involves work aboard a ship and has us constantly on the move. Should we survive the conflict, Grant and I plan to marry and hopefully settle down, perhaps even start a family. That being said, I remember you mentioning you had a lack of medically trained men and women. With your permission, I could visit your lands; and people, from time to time and train those who are interested in basic medicine.

I hope you can forgive my absence, and the news this letter bears to you.

May the Light always be with you,

Dame Chereisie Crawford.’

Slumping back against the couch, Cherry sighed, sprinkling sand over the ink to help dry it before re-reading what she had written. It wasn’t very good, but it was what she felt was right. That was the best she could offer.

For now, it would have to do.

@geladacarironborne

Mentions: @redeemed-gunslinger

[imagines-never-die]

Can I request a matchup, please? I'm a bisexual ESFP female who is a little shy and quiet at first, and it might take a while, but once I get comfortable around someone, I am extremely loud and outgoing. I love to joke around and act stupid but I know when to be serious. I hate insects and anything horror related and I can be extremely lazy at times. I'm passionate about everything I do especially drawing. I also enjoy listening to music, writing, playing video games, and reading.

Wow! I rarely see an ESFP! Especially from someone that is shy. That’s really interesting. Tracer was a very close second for you, but I felt like you needed someone who could be lazy with you, and Lena seems like the type who can’t sit still for too long.

So I think McCree is a good fit for you. Also PFTAH THIS GIF IS FUCKING HILARIOUS! Sorry, I just had to use it. He can seem like a real, serious dead-set guy, but give him a night off work with some liquor and music and he just goes wild. He’d find all your outgoing antics very adorable. At the same time, this cowboy can also be a lazy fuck and just lie around and smoke all day if nobody stops him. Jesse’s a good partner to go crazy with and to spend down time with~

–Mod Sirana

[beebundt]

that one, i choose that one

choose your fighter

[goddamnwebcomics]

Deegan World has comic books? What the? SuperMAGE? Is he related to Warmage? Does this mean Spinnerette reboots go back to Middle Ages? I...pftah...deh.

Also man, that last panel is definetly Mookie’s best drawing in this comic. 10/10

And Gregory is back to being a manchild, how disappointing. Remember when he was the most developed character in the comic? Maybe he’ll go back to idolizing Jacob.

[mequidix]

desabafo de sobre como minha mente doentia lida com sentimentos

eu acho muito engraçado quando paro pra pensar como funciona esse bagulho de sentimento comigo sabe normalmente as mona tá namorando lá felizona e o mafará vai lá caga no pau rebola e mela tudo e elas termina e ficam tipo chocadas muito tristes se jogam no chao choram etc já eu faço tudo ao contrario se vc caga comigo eu vou lá te amo ainda mais e odeio ao mesmo tempo pq me da uma insegurança de perder sabe? daí eu fico uns meses me remoendo com aquilo na cabeça mas ajo assim = naturalmente = apaixonantemente. mas aí passou um tempinho, pronto... merda tá feita, tudo vem a tona e preciso desabafar e só aí penso que não deveria ter aceitado a situação CAGADA que fizeram comigo e quero terminar.. acho que o meu metabolismo não é lento só pra comida não, deve ser pra sentimento também.. o lado bom disso é que quando termino nem consigo + chorar e ficar sofrendo tanto, sabe? sou o proprio edward cullen que tem uma travinha de sentimento que qndo não quer sentir mais nada só desliga e pronto mas claro que os efeitos colaterais básicos acontecem ne, afinal não sou pftah apenas estranhah.. mas é isso, terminei recentemente e até o momento que o L não tinha aceitado completamente e tava tentando voltar parece que não tinha caído a ficha sabekkkrying mas agora que ele aceitou e até se “DESPEDIU” da minha mãe agradeceu e tal eu to meio eita é de vdd msm o término agora. embora, eu tenha mto o feeling que ele vai tá comendo outro cu cagado em poucas semanas, pq ele pode me falar oq quiser q me ama etc e tal, mas quando eu tento ler a pessoa que ele é, só me remete a um cara que não amadureceu totalmente mas quer se fazer de super evoluido sabe afff e ele provou isso já várias vezes kkk não vo ficar sofrendo aqui dnv por isso não sabe, ciao adios im done

[thalitablita16-blog]

#flor #pftah #tumblr #love

[colormekorrasami]

thinking that a post you make is really clever and will get notes and then watching it fail

[imagines-never-die]

Lucio/Pharah helping their s/o get used to prosthetics after their leg/arm was rendered useless?

Pharah

“Boop!”

Fareeha scrunched her face up as her s/o tapped her nose with their prosthetic arm. She looked up from the mission report she was working on, giving [Name] a disgruntled look. They only giggled and patted her head with the arm. Only thing was, the arm wasn’t attached to their body like it was supposed to be. They were just waving it around like a stick with their good arm. She wouldn’t have been so annoyed if they used the prosthetic properly.

“That’s not a toy, [Name],” Pharah reminded her, “You’re supposed to be wearing it.”

“Aw, I know, but it’s heavy!” they whined slumping over in their chair, tapping the desk with their new arm.

“You will get strong enough to use it eventually, but only if you keep practicing. If you don’t, your left side will never recover and there will be no point in a prosthetic at all,” she lectured.

“You sound like my physical therapist,” they pouted.

“Well your therapist is right. Now put your arm back on,” she ordered.

“What are you my mom?” they rolled their eyes, using their good arm to wave their fake one dismissively.

“I–” she was about to retort, but stopped herself and took a deep breath.

She really was starting to sound like her mom.

“I just want to help you,” she said more softly, “I want you to get better so we can fight side by side again.”

Her s/o shifted uncomfortably from the sudden sappiness, “Jeez, I know. It’s just really hard. Fighting just came so naturally to me; I’m not used to having to work this hard for it.”

Fareeha placed a hand on her partner’s good one and said, “We all have challenges to face in our lives. You can’t live a life without one. Yours just came a little late.”

Then she carefully took their prosthetic arm and began to clip it back into place.

“You know, when I first started wearing the flight suit, I had all kinds of mishaps,” she chuckled.

“Really? You make it look so easy,” they breathed in awe.

“Only because I failed countless times,” she giggled, thinking about the many falls and faceplants, “But from those failures, I got stronger.”

She finished clipping the robotic arm in place and laced her fingers with it.

“And you too will get stronger, [Name], I know it.”

Lucio

Lucio and his s/o were the dynamic duo when it came to tearing up the dance floor. It was like they were in perfect sync, always knowing when and how to move in perfect harmony. But after a badly placed rocket, his s/o’s leg was rendered useless and had to be amputated. Overwatch may have given them the best prosthetic leg money could buy, but it would take a while for them to get used to it.

When they tried to practice one of their dances with Lucio, their new leg was unresponsive and made them feel unbalanced. Eventually they tripped over their feet and landed in Lucio’s arms.

“Sorry,” they grumbled as they stood back up, “That’s enough practicing for today.”

“But we just started,” Lucio pointed out.

“No, it’s enough,” they said firmly.

“C’mon, don’t give up now,” Lucio said.

“I think it’s high time I did,” they sighed, looking down at their new leg, “I’ve been trying to dance with this thing since last month and I still can’t make it work. You might as well dance solo from now on.”

“Whaaaat?” Lucio scoffed, “Don’t say that, babe, I can’t dance without you!”

“Well you’re gonna have to,” they huffed.

“You’re just gonna leave behind all of it?” he asked, “All of your skills just because of a fancy metal leg?”

“I think that’s a pretty good reason,” they retorted.

“Look, [Name], I’ve seen some pretty crazy dancers in my life,” he explained, putting an arm on their shoulder, “And their spark; their spirit–it comes from within. Nothing can take that from them, either! Not authority, physical limits, haters, competition. No matter what, they’ve always got that dancin’ spirit in them. And I know you’ve still got it in you, [Name], we’ve just gotta find it again.”

They couldn’t help but smile a little and blush. He always knew what to say when something was getting them down. Not even a missing limb could deter him.

“So maaayyybee it’s…here?” he asked, suddenly tickling them under their arm.

“Pftah!” his partner laughed.

“Maybe here?” he tickled their chin.

“Hahaha! Stop!” they guffawed.

“Where ya hidin’ it?” he chuckled, full on assaulting their tummy with tickles.

[colormekorrasami]

my mom claims she can't understand what British people say on tv

something about the accents getting in the way

no, mom, you're wrong

they are 

SENTENCE ENHANCERS