#shuffled off the mortal coil

[andy-clutterbuck]

𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚐𝚘𝚠 (𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟷𝚝𝚑) 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 Cold Water 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜.

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[tongues-and-teeth-and-reblogs]

No because imagine you’re a 14 year old boy- with two friends around the same age- getting sent on life threatening missions by this guy for a few years consistently. This guy, despite being old enough to have an ancient kingdom and at least one country developed in his life AND has been remarked to have been notably hard to kill through traditional methods… was sending a gaggle of pre/early-pubescent teens to do things he absolutely could’ve done himself but also with relative ease.

THEN, this guy gets you literally hung by his evil shadow self with promises of beheading and instead of like. Giving you any say in the matter, just being quiet and letting three other people (who were probably going to let you go) decide, or even advocating for all of your releases, he asks the three other people to KILL ALL FOUR OF YOU???

To make matters WORSE he never even addresses it, much less apologizes. And like? If that was JUST his life on the line, okay whatever. But it’s you and your friends (young teenagers with their whole lives ahead of them) ALSO??? Gingerbrave is a better man than I am because if that was me I’d never forgive that hetero bitch. He wouldn’t even make it off Beast-Yeast, I’d doxx him to Dark Enchantress Cookie. I’m petty and that man would NOT survive the night.

Will elaborate later, but if I was Gingerbrave and Pure Vanilla said this he would be sleeping with the fishes INSTANTLY.

[sidprescot]

there's still time for him to die before january. he is 78 years old and one hamberder away from a heart attack. like to charge, reblog to cast ✨️

[naamahdarling]

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[once-upon-a-time-the-end]

Wishing all tr*mp voters a very Go To Hell

[undeadcourier]

I guess they're gone. Probably for the best.

– Arcade Gannon, while surrounded by ten violently dismembered corpses of Vipers and Legion Assassins who ambushed us at the same time.

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

I'm gonna throatpunch anyone who asks me if I condemn Hamas after last night

[mathlann]

Putting Cas in CK3 to see how long it takes for her to get assassinated.

[karnalesbian]

Chat how do I stop falling in love with my friend's ocs or at least not consistently go head over heels the hardest for the ones who would be perfectly happy to vivisect me or puree me into a smoothie

[mirandashadowborn]

headcanon Big Bonny is a ghost and this is what really happened to her

[r-18g]

advice on dealing with impostor syndrome?

literally everybody on this earth is just some guy. (or just some girl. or just some person.)

which is to say, there’s really no need to compare yourself to the other people who are in the same spaces as yourself? because no one is particularly special on this bitch of an earth, and odds are good that even the most self-assured person out there has felt like they were faking it, until they gained that confidence.

we are all just people! everything is a learning process! it’s fully okay to fake it!

[garygoldenbignaturals]

offsetting the stress im experiencing doing my exams by listening to lonely rolling star

[gingerthesnap]

i hate everything. i want to be a selfish whiny little brat who gets to play spiderman 2 and write spiderman 2 fanfic for the next 5 to 10 business days instead of doing her job. why do i have to do things that are so boring when there is something that is so much fun i could be doing instead??? i want to throw a temper tantrum like an entitled child. i want to play spiderman.

[chanshoesunite]

24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 10

Content info: slice of life, bang chan x fem!reader, neighbor!chan, neighbor!reader, borrowing some flour from the hotties next door, part 2 of mini series

Word count: 1269

Warnings: just dorks falling in crush

“Did you use up all the flour?” Hare yells from the pantry to where you’re sitting at the breakfast bar. You woke up way too early after staying up so late and, as soon as you found your best friend in the kitchen, expressed the wish for chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast.

“Of course not,” you yell back. “What would I have used flour for?”

Your housemate comes back into the kitchen. “Well,” she sums up, “if you want pancakes, you better run over to the Millers and get us a cup of flour.”

You pause. You haven’t mentioned your discovery that the family next door seems to have moved out, let alone your late-night encounter with the new neighbour. Should you tell your friend? Your fear of humiliation and your desire for pancakes are fighting a war within you.

“Can’t you go?” you mutter.

Hare throws her hands up. “Listen here, Besty,” she says with an amount of energy that should be illegal at 8:30 a.m. “I am supportive of you having an exam, I’ll cook you breakfast, lunch and dinner AND do all the dishes. But that little walk over there won’t hurt you.” She cocks her head. “Or is this about something else?”

You quickly jump up. “No, it’s fine. You think they’ll be up yet?”

Hare frowns. “Dude, they have six children. How would they ever sleep in?”

You nod. No point in stalling, you have to do this. “I’ll be right back.”

You can feel Hare’s gaze on your back as you leave the kitchen. Pausing in front of the hall mirror, you assess your outfit. Your colourful jumpsuit is cute, and your hair is died in fresh pastels – you are a whole damn meal. Slipping into ballet flats, you skip out of the door, down the two steps, along the short garden path and into the street. You try not to overthink the absence of toys on your neighbour’s lawn as you approach the house. It takes you only a second to notice that the family’s name sign is gone, though. You gulp, but there’s no turning back now. And so, you ring the doorbell.

There seems to be some activity going on already, because faint music can be heard even through the closed door, and voices are mixing with the hiphop beats. You only wait for a few seconds before-

There he is.

And he is SHIRTLESS.

You stare at the undeniably gorgeous man – he is not much taller than you, but he has shoulders for days, veined arms to die for and an unruly mop of hair the colour of burned caramel that falls into his twinkling eyes. For a second, he seems confused, but then he smiles, and dimples adorn his face.

“Ah,” he pronounces. “Backstreet Girl.”

You blush. “Hi, Nick Carter,” you shoot back, and he laughs. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure if the Millers still lived here.”

He leans against the door frame, and he has no business looking this good doing it, especially not when wearing nothing but black gym shorts. “They moved out last week,” he explains, and you notice a pronounced Australian accent in his speech. Yum. “Did you need something from them?”

Another face pops up behind Backstreet Aussie, and the sweet round cheeks remind you of a hamster. “Oh, hi,” he greets you enthusiastically. “I’m Jisung. Are you our neighbour?”

You smile back – it’s good to have some distraction from all that naked skin on your duet partner. “Hi, yeah, I’m YN.”

“Hi, YN!” There’s another boy, beaming like an angel under his freckles. “I’m Felix. Do you want to come in?” Another Aussie. Jisung isn't, though - could he be British?

Backstreet Aussie gestures for them to turn it down a notch. “Calm down, boys. Don’t overwhelm her.” He turns back to you. “I’m Chan, by the way. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” His smile could cure cancer, you are absolutely sure of it. Damn, having a hot neighbour like that will lead to complications, you just know.

You look a bit embarrassed. “Well, if I’d known that we have new neighbours, I’d absolutely would have brought a cake to welcome you, but as it is, I thought the Millers still lived here, and I actually wanted to ask if I could borrow a cup of flour? My roommate wanted to make some pancakes.”

"People still do that? Borrow groceries?" Chan muses. "Cute."

You can feel the blush creeping into your cheeks. Oh, for fuck's sake!

“There is flour!” Felix enthuses, “I made brownies only last night! And don’t worry about welcoming us – we haven’t really shown our faces around here yet, so how could you have known!” He pulls Chan and Jisung aside. “Come in!”

You have been inside the house before, and it feels familiar, but now you first notice the sheer number of trainers in the hall before being led into the open kitchen area. It is still quite bare, but a huge table occupies most of the space, and five more young men are having breakfast there at the moment.

Chan is at your side in a second, and you try not to jump at the proximity. God, he’s cute. He gestures at the remaining housemates. “YN, meet the gang. This is Minho,“ - he points towards an ethereal but obviously grumpy creature who waves his hand dismissively, “Jeongin,” – a boyish looking young man beams at you with a gummy smile, “Seungmin,” – a little wave from the most serious face at the table, “Changbin” – “Hello” a seriously muscular guy says rather sweetly, “and Hyunjin” – the tallest of the group gives a wave as he dances around the table towards an empty seat, an Americano in his hand as he sings under his breath.

“Great to meet all of you,” you say rather shyly, but then the moment is over as Felix pulls you towards the pantry. “What kind of flour do you need?” he asks. “We have self-rising flour, cake flour, pastry flour, whole-wheat flour, coconut flour, corn flour, buckwheat flour, chickpea flour aaaand…” he peers into another bag, “All-purpose flour!”

You are momentarily stunned. “All-purpose, I think?” You glance at Chan in an apologetic matter. “I’m not actually the one doing the baking. That’s all my best friend.”

Chan shrugs. “Oh, yeah, no, I am not cooking for this lot, either, that’s Minho’s job.”

A shout comes from behind them: “AND NOBODY APPRECIATES ME FOR IT!”

While the boys are quick to confirm that of course they would all starve to death without Minho, Felix fills a cup of flour for you and hands it to you. “Can I help you with anything else?” he asks sweetly, beaming at you. God, he is precious. Serious little brother vibes there.

“No, thank you,” you say. “We’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Ah, no need,” Chan is quick to hijack the conversation. Are you imagining things or is he trying to hog you? You eye him.

“Don’t worry about Chan,” Changbin says as he walks past, putting his mug into the dishwasher. “He’s not a fuckboy, he’s just allergic to shirts. It’s an Aussie thing, apparently.”

Chan blushes fiercely and yells, “HEY,” as he chases a giggling Changbin out of the kitchen. Felix shakes his head. “It’s not, I can confirm that.” He looks up. “But hey, how about you come to our house-warming party on Saturday? Bring your roommate. It’ll be fun!”

You smile. “Thanks, we absolutely will!”

You say goodbye to all the boys except Changbin and Chan, who you can hear screeching upstairs, and make your way back home. Hare awaits you in the kitchen. “That took you some time,” she muses, examining you. “What’s new over there?”

You hand her the flour and fall onto a stool. “Oh dude. You won’t believe it.”

~Day 11~

[autumnalhalcyon]

the rage just kinda never fully goes away, huh.