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[themirepirate]

was reading Sherlock holmes and this popped into my head

[zhongrin]

talking with a friend the other day gave me ideas....

sulky hubbies being ignored in favor of their own (representative animals/chibi) plushies.

zhongli hiding the rex lapis plushie under the mattress with murder™️ in his eyes (idea: crack short comic series where he regularly 'fights' with said plushie, titled: "how to dispose of your rival dragon")

human al haitham silently seething across the coffee table with his book being stuck on page 67 for the past hour as i read one of his favorite books outloud to the plushie al haitham while cradling it close to my chest. "haha are you mad because someone took your favorite pillo-" "where's the rent this month, kaveh?" ".... 🖕"

wriothesley coming into his office to see an impostor shark plushie sitting on his usual seat at our afternoon tea time. "mister sharksley asks for seconds when i give him my milkshakes, i like him!" sigewinne says. wriothesley feels the world has ended. his wife and child has been taken away from him /dramatic

[venomous-qwille]

clip.exe from todays magma! Might clean this up later<3

[everfaire]

[bonefall]

How do the researchers react to the clan cats leaving the lake for a time?

You mean the little patrols they send out?

They aren't aware of them, EXCEPT for the Beaver Expedition that Dovepaw was on. They found out about that one because they got a phone call from the team in charge of the beaver introduction.

It was NERVE WRACKING. Both teams were terrified the other would injure their subjects. They were horrified when the cats dug out the top of the dam and pulled the squealing baby beavers out, thinking this was going to end BADLY, but practically cried in relief and excitement when the Clan cats baited the parents towards the lake.

(I like to imagine someone on the beaver team ended up hitting it off with someone on the Clan cat team. The wedding cake was cats and beavers.)

But generally? They don't know about expeditions. Sometimes they catch them leaving, but don't have the funding to chase them down.

Clan cats are also not under constant surveillance. Very important to understand this. Clan cats will attack anything that upsets them and good cameras are expensive; they snuck one into the ThunderClan Camp once in like 2009, and Firestar dug it up at the stake and dropped it down the WindClan border ravine because it was freaking his warriors out.

(The cats don't understand that the cameras watch; they just don't like the Freaky Human Thing)

So the team has to be careful, not install too many, and hide the ones they do have. They don't want the cats to move again.

[devildarlindumbass]

Trick or treat? (Very nervous)

- @weirrdfrreak

Soup be upon ye

[ingravinoveritas]

I feel like this went by really quickly a few days ago, and I thought it deserved to be seen because this is just so utterly lovely. For context, the person Michael is replying to is one of the participants who was chosen for this year's A Writing Chance program (Michael's organization is one of the founders and partners of said program).

When I saw this two days ago, though, it made me genuinely emotional. The fandom that I was in before Good Omens was for a band from the 1960s. I'd been a fan of theirs since I was a kid and found one of my dad's old cassette tapes, and ten years ago or so, I had the opportunity to meet all of the band members and ended up on a first-name basis with three of them, and I become close friends with one member in particular. We were friends online first, on Facebook/Google chat/video chatting on Skype, before meeting in person later on.

In 2011, I was invited to speak at the UN (United Nations) for World Autism Awareness Day, and I posted a status about it on FB. This was just a few months after we'd started talking, and apropos of absolutely nothing, this man left a comment in response to my status update that I will never forget:

"Amy, I am so proud of you! To think I knew you when."

To this day, that comment means more to me than being asked to speak at the UN. I had watched this man and his bandmates on TV as a young autistic teenager (their show aired in reruns on Nick at Nite), and every time I watched, it felt like I suddenly had four friends, which meant the world at a time when I was being bullied relentlessly and didn't have friends in real life. Growing up, I also didn't feel as though anyone was proud of me, even my parents...so to have someone that I had admired and looked up to say that to me years later was beyond anything I could have imagined.

It's for all of these reasons that I was so touched by what Michael tweeted, and I am so happy for this person that they got to have this kind of moment with someone they also admire. And I love that Michael cares so much, not just to offer people these opportunities as a philanthropic endeavor, but to let it be something that means something to him personally, because it's personal to them...

[pikasetism]

theyre playing splatoon

[whitherwanderer]

1 // steer

// a response to S&S. 506 words. Cyberpunk 2077 AU. Sif is pissed.

“Road legs” was the term, as she explained it to the motel room ceiling fan.

Nomads weren’t nearly as creative with names as they were with a campfire, sauces from the bottom of a diner to-go bag, and some unlucky possums—but it did get the idea across. Easy enough to understand the terrestrial equivalent to feeling like you’re on a boat days after getting back on land, when a ten hour drive was long enough for most to start dreaming about the road even when sprawled out on a truck bed under the stars.

Hard to shake off that shudder of her Thorton’s frame on a stretch of old highway, the blur of the lane lines whipping by, and the quiet unease of knowing a pothole the size of a small sedan could sneak up on her if she glanced away for even a milisec—all of it kept at bay by the more urgent need to complain about whatever was on the radio. It kept her up at night; she jolted awake each time she felt herself drifting into sleep, like she might be veering off course towards certain, fiery death at 90mph for the human crime of being a little tired and distractible even hours after her hands had left the wheel.

So what was the opposite of that? Not the weariness of it, but the longing for it? Unable to keep still, pacing around the room and lying down to check her phone, and pacing some more and lying back down to stare at the ceiling fan, and flipping through every channel on the motel TV because it felt close enough to flicking up the speed on cruise control. Was there a name for that?

Roadsickness?

Like homesickness? Would she even know how to draw the comparison? Gotta have a home for that, she muttered to the ceiling fan. It didn’t have much to contribute to the thought.

It might be nice, she told it, if she could remedy this restlessness by kicking up some dust on the roads just outside the city. But, oh yeah, someone killed her fuckin’ truck. Yeah. Killed it. With a fuckin’ knife!

It wasn’t the ceiling fan, but there was a long, heavy sigh in response. She pretended it was the ceiling fan because it might have been the only way she kept herself from physically strangling the next person to step into her crosshairs.

Yes, she knew it was the truck or them. Yes, she knew what the Scavs would have done if they had caught them. But that truck was thousands of eds and countless hours of work with her own two hands! Her whole damn life was under that hood! Why the hell did it always come to lose-lose in this fuckin’ city?

If anyone could fix it, it'd be a nomad, right? It rattled at her. She’d get back behind the wheel soon enough.

She fumed quietly. Well, no one else was ever going to touch the wheel again, that was for damn sure.

[yesloulou]

🌴🦁 jungle max jungle max jungle max 🌴🦁

[tallaxia]

"Entropy. You know? Order into chaos."

Jack Dante - Death Machine

Happy Birthday, Brad Dourif!

[taydaq]

I've got more spice coming... 🥴

[tiredassmage]

leo photodump because i'm sickeningly enamored with his big, stupid beautiful blue eyes.

[spacevixenmusic]

ALRIGHT FINE I'LL WATCH YOUR STUPID ISEKAI ANIME

[boringkate]

Me on my way to see a babe: I've got so many quarters! I'm gonna get us a snack along the way! Just to use up some of this change! It's gonna feel so good to not be overloaded with change!

Me on my way home: The transit fare machine won't take my $20... I already gave it a $10 and told it I want like $30 worth of fares... All I can do now is give it one of these $50s and get like $30 back in change...