#she was so friendly

[lycancrow]

there was a polydactyl at work ! look at this girl !!

she’s got all the beans !! even her little back feetses had extra beans !

[hearted-anon]

Discord. (580 words)

I met a cat once, the cat was a stray. Orange, bright fur that made it stand out with brown eyes akin to the earth's fertile soil, with a white underbelly to represent its pure intentions. It was friendly to all, and loved playing with anyone it met. Never would it pass up a chance to get as many head rubs as it could or get the tasteful delight of tuna and treats whenever an old lady walked by. I always saw a certain woman who came to feed it, it meowed in delight whenever so. It often lurked around the cleaner's shed, next to the carpark, curling up calmly under the bicycles or where the cleaners rested. Other times, it rested on the ledge of the carpark where vehicles parked, taking a peaceful nap or grooming itself to perfection.

It meowed happily whenever I walked by to pet it, brushing against my leg with a smile I couldn’t see. But it radiated warmth, and stared blankly and quietly whenever I left. Never would it refuse my visits, running up to me the moment I crossed the small road from the pathway to the cleaner's shed, endless choruses of noises came from it till I replied back with a sound of my own, as if it thought I was a lifeless body. Even the cleaner's knew me by the time I came by the fourth time that week, the cat ignoring the bashful chats in the background as its tail swayed happily, watching my keychains clang against my wallet with a hypnotised gaze.

Then came school, as if the hourglass flipped, my time came shorter and shorter to the cat with each visit, its cries growing fainter in the distance with my mind clouded with worry. Had I forgot something? Did I miss a deadline? What if I'm late?! My mind ran wild with thoughts, drowning it all out with the music that blasted angrily into my ears. If only I could notice the longing eyes that I felt bore into me, faded into the morning breeze that blew soon after as I ran off into the distance, awaiting my friends.

Why was it so quiet now?

There were no more greetings at the other side of the road, no longer did I see the pumpkin coloured fur that excitedly greeted me whenever I walked pass. No longer did I feel my heart swell with pride as fur brushed against my calf, no longer did I see ears twitch and tail wagging when the sounds of paper plates shift along with ravenous chewing. I stared blankly under the bicycle, now the carpark that laid dormant, not a single piece of cat hair insight. Maybe if I had stayed a little longer, ignored my restraints for time a little while more, held back on the music's volume, I would've notice the soft coughing that grew louder with each passing day, the black and red bloody spot under its eye too. I wept quietly as I trekked away, numbly clinging onto the fish bait of hope it would still be around, just another night. Another night where the moon would shine its glimmer of light down on us, where I could feel its soft fur one last time, and comfort its cries as it struggled to walk.

Maybe it crossed the road, the rainbow road. I miss you discord, please don't go, I know you're there.

-I met a stray cat once.

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton gets owned in FNAF 4

[hugs-and-stabbies]

The self-awareness on this guy 😞 someone pls send him an "are you bi?" quiz STAT

[mohntilyet]

still i think the one of the more fun differences drawn between illario and lucanis that was lost would be illario's ability to endear himself to others but serious lack of empathy, vs. lucanis' (self perceived) inability to be charming but how much he cares. it's interesting that the game has gone with the "lucanis' ability vs illario's lack thereof" because i think illario being the dellamorte 'best in show dog' vs. lucanis' attack dog would have made me so unwell.

lucanis is... awkward. he's not unlikable, because he is usually very polite, but he doesn't speak much and only seems to care about the other dellamortes. he once sent viago de riva a knife with no note (who knows what he could have meant by this). he does what caterina asks of him, and by his own admission, cannot say no to her. he is a dramatic and prolific killer, and that makes how untouchable he is even worse.

and the crows like illario, sure, AND he's a good assassin! he's even a good crow! he's so good that he can make lucanis smile, and so he is the charming, sociable one. he's the one that stays in treviso and can be relied upon to care, illario's even the one people prefer over caterina and lucanis!

but illario is decoration. he's the prize poodle, and even if poodles were bred to be working dogs, nobody will ever pick him to protect the house over the german shepherd that regularly mauls intruders. anyways the analogy is getting away from me. the point i'm trying to make is that i want illario to have a different kind of jealousy/hatred that's not just over 'being bad at killing' but also an arrogant loathing for everyone around him that is getting harder to hide, because they've forgotten he can bite and is just itching to rip someone's jugular out. illario is very good at hiding his family resemblance to caterina, while lucanis suffers under his grandmother's, and his own, reputation.

[chaos-bringer-13]

I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™

Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.

Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.

We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.

And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.

It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?

Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.

[thirdtimed]

double life pearl in this fit..

[july-19th-club]

one of my favorite things about El is that she comes off like the sensible oh honey wife but given half an excuse she is exactly as likely as any hardened thief to break into the neighbor's upstairs room and then need to be coached through picking the locked door by Neal . and then they sit there on the couch together while Peter goes lecture mode and defend each other indignantly and they have been like this since the very first episode when he comes downstairs and they both look up bigeyes at him like hiiiiiii . she's not Neal But Woman though she's many things he absolutely isn't but not one of them is Too Sensible Mom Friend . she is tolerant but not naive, she looks not at the letter of actions but at the intent behind them and always factors that in, and she IS ready to go on a con at a moment's notice because running an apparently very prosperous event business isn't introducing enough complexity into her life

[starrysharks]

first attack on @marnielovesyouu !!!

[mourn-and-watch]

on the one hand, i think merrill should be in datv because lore-wise her arc perfectly intertwines with the narrative of the veilguard (elven history, gods and magic are her thing; not to mention that we're literally going to travel primarily through eluvians), and also perfectly fits the main theme (there is so much in merrill's story that has to do with regret). on the other hand, i think merrill should be in datv because she'd love to hang out with bellara and davrin and also she's always wanted to pet a griffon

[carouselunique]

They had a bit of a chance encounter on a day where Blueblood was dealing with something that was very difficult and was so caught up in his emotions he didn’t even care that he was in the garden getting grass stans on his coat and Ditzy, with her natural impulse to cheer ponies up, didn’t even notice or care that she was flying into the palace gardens when she saw someone sat in the rain.

At first he was definitely going to call the castle guards to come apprehend this strange filly with the odd eyes who was intruding when this was the last moment he’d want to entertain any desperate debutantes, however she surprised him by not fawning or anything, not even caring about his status, just putting one of her fluffy wings up and asking if he needed somepony to lend an ear.

“Don’t let my eyes fool you, my ears work just fine!”

She was incredibly disarming and while he didn’t reveal everything about why he was upset, he found himself talking about his feelings to her. And she made such cheerful remarks, and was very comforting. In the end, he felt better and she came to check on him the next day, even sharing a blueberry muffin with him. He remarked that he’d never seen her around before, and that he wouldn’t mind terribly seeing her more often.

The rest, as they say, is history.

[jameszmaguire]

I love how BBC Ghosts once a series is like 'and here's a new flavour of Robin being the most tragic character you will ever see' and it brings me to tears every single time

[spacizia]

the want to fit in

[chloesimaginationthings]

Have you ever drawn withered chica?

My beloved horrifying monstrosity...

OF COURSE, she’s just a silly gal,,

(Original comic here)

[luminarai]

Attempting to get the beast used to a dental hygiene routine is… well, it’s going.

(She stayed that way for a solid 8 seconds despite hating being held belly up so I think it’s safe to say that Mim is not beating the ‘tiny speaker playing elevator music instead of a brain’ allegations any time soon.)