#the dumpster is warm

[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick Grimes in The Ones Who Live 1x01 - Years

"…𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯…𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴."

[gallusrostromegalus]

If you are still taking questions, could I ask about Uryuu? Or Mizuiro, I have always loved him and wanted to see more of him.

The day after The Stabbing Incident in which Ichigo's Shinigami Powers were activated, Lunchtime:

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"Rukia!" Ichigo called from the door. "We got a club meeting!"

"What? Oh, right!" She giggled, all bubbly persona, which immediately vanished in the hall "-You signed me up for a club? Ichigo, you know I don't have time for extracurriculars!"

"Calm down, this one doesn't assign homework. We just meet on the roof for lunch." He explained, marching resolutely against the stream of traffic in the hall.

"Oh? Up to something illicit are you?" Rukia teased, ducking behind him to avoid being swept away.

"Nah, we just meet on the roof so Kon can join us." Ichigo shrugged kicking open the door to the roof.

" 'SUP NERDS!" Ichigo bellowed affectionately at the gaggle of teenagers already assembled on the roof. "Okay Rukia, this is the "I Can See Ghosts And It fucking Sucks Club", guys, this is Rukia."

"Hi miss Rukia!" Waved a readheaded girt that puberty had hit like a truck.

"-Rukia is a shinigami like the freak that used to live in my dad's attic, and last night one of those bigass monster ghosts attacked my fuckin' house and Rukia kinda accidentally-on-purpose stabbed me and now I got fuckin' shinigami powers, which is mostly being able to ditch my body and summon a bigass sword to kill the monster ghosts with."

Those assembled stared at him in silence.

There was a rattle and Kon appeared at the top of the chain-link fence around the roof. "You know Ichigo, I think I know why your Literature class grades suck." the cat sighed. "Rukia got injured and used her magic sword to transfer her powers to Ichigo to fight off the hollow, and accidentally gave him too much and now she's stuck here until the Shinigami skills bleed back out of Ichigo."

"Ohhhhh..." the group nodded.

"-By stabbing me." Added Ichigo. "I feel like the stabbing part is being lowballed here."

"Welp. time to reset the counter." Sighed a lightly disheveled young man with brown hair, and the youthful looking lad with black hair beside him opened his laptop, typed for a few seconds and then turned the screen to show the group a digital counter that read

DAYS SINCE OUR LAST SUPERNATURAL NONSENSE AND/OR GRIEVOUS BODILY INJURY: 0

Previous streak: 17.324 Days.

"Thanks. Very helpful." Sighed Ichigo. "Tweedle Dee and tweedle Dumbass here are Mizurio and Keigo."

Ichigo pointed to the brunette. "Keigo here comes from a long-ass line of psychics and has been documenting every instance of supernatural activity in Karkura town going back to the middle ages since he was like. Ten? Don't let the fact that he's deliberately failing out of school fool you, he's probably the world's most brilliant moron."

"Iiiiiichigoooo, why you gotta make me sound like a loser in front of the actual-factual ghost girl?" Keigo whined.

"I'll stop making you sound like a loser when you stop being a loser." Ichigo huffed, and pointed to the black-haired youth beside him. "Babyface McGee here is Mizurio, he's our other technology geek, and he can cast Summon Gun."

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Rukia!" Mizurio said, extending his hand politely. "If you need some armament against the- what did you say they were called? Hollows? - I can provide you with something. First one's on the house, as my Uncle says."

"Oh!" Laughed Rukia. "By 'summon gun' you mean you have a way of purchasing weapons! I thought for a second you had the magical ability to spontaneously manifest guns or something ridiculous like that!"

The group collectively grimaced at her, except for the silent Giant, who was too busy snuggling Kon.

"Have you ever fired a weapon like a handgun Miss Rukia?" Mizurio asked holding his hand up beside his head, as though holding up an invisible object.

"Uh." Said Rukia, staring at his hand. ""...No."

"In that case I'm going to reccomend a Glock-17 lightweight pistol-" Mizurio nodded, and a small, bright blue light ignited in his palm, swirling and drawing Reishi into it, forming a physical object.

"-it's very reliable and easy to sight accurately, and doesn't have much of a kickback so I'm confident you'll only need a little practice to be able to handle it reliably!" He smiled cheerfully as the object finished manifesting in his hand, and he easily unloaded it with a practiced motion, set the saftey out of habit and offered it to Rukia to inspect.

"UH." Said Rukia, recoiling from the weapon with alarm.

"Oh don't worry!" Mizurio chirped. "Any gun that I make- And I make them, not summon them- has infinite ammo once the clip is loaded, and it's perfectly effective against hollows! You'll be perfectly fine using it!"

"I- You- I mean-" Rukia sputtered, staring wide-eyed at the gun. "-Did you. Learn? to do this?"

"Hm-..." Mizurio frowned at the gun. "Well, I've gotten better at it over time, but it's not like anyone taught me, if that's what you mean."

"Uh-huh." Rukia nodded, teeth bared in an attempt at a smile that completely failed. "You. Uh. You got any German ancestry?"

"Oh, I wouldn't know!" Mizurio laughed. "I don't actually know who my father is, and I strongly suspect he doesn't know his father either! Why?"

"...Mizurio, I think you're a Quincy."

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Downstairs in the lunchtime meeting of the Karkura High School Crafts Club, Uryuu Ishida sneezed in the middle of a demonstration of different stitch types, and knocked over a large bottle of glitter, coating the entire room.

"...That's a bad omen if I ever saw one." Muttered one of the girls, sparkling.

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"What's a Quincy?" Mizurio asked.

"It's a- Okay, before I start an explanation, is there anyone else here with weird supernatural powers?" Rukia asked.

There was a whirl of energy behind her and she turned to see the Silent Giant that had been cradling Kon had manifested a strange, sleek armor over his right arm. Kon was still cradled like a very spoiled infant in his left arm, purring.

"Hi. I'm Sado Yasutora, but I go by Chad." he spoke, voice barely above a mumble as he cautiously peeked up at Rukia through his bangs. "This is my punchin' arm."

"...Great." Whimpered Rukia.

[biblicallyaccuratetrain]

As someone who loves to watch internet drama that i have no stakes in. kinda disappointed the watcher apology is apparently good

[frnkiebby]

faces that will kill me~🎃

[sassy-cass-16]

*distant shouting from not-America*

if y'all keep going, Kevin McCarthy can lose the vote 69 times!!

[queenofbaws]

Gimme a jossam and a crashley for that shipping bingo if u please 👀👀👀👀👀

you sly dog! you (almost) got me monologuing about the (almost)s!!!!! 😘 hehehehe

jossam B-B-B-BINGOOOOO

chrashley not-quite-bingo-but-alm...you get the joke ;P

[latibvles]

I think the fact that the playlist for Bucky and Gen is still just called “oh god Bucky and Gen” is extremely par for the course and still funny

[evermorecountsastherapy]

me and my best friends on facetime not even a week ago: it doesn't feel like january at all. we need snow! we need sub-zero temperatures! this is the Canadian prairies, for goodness sake! 😠

me tonight, seeing the extreme cold weather advisory notification on my phone whilst looking out at the 3ft snow drifts that appeared over the course of 2 days: 😦

[horrendousmustard]

kanekikanekikanekikanekikanekikanekikanekikanekikanekikanekikanekikanekikanekikanekikanekikanekika

he has a rubber duck in his house and there’s 7 plants and he sings in the bath and he gets mad at Shachi for being old and if you whisper in his ear he won’t hear it because it would feel like the breath is tickling his ear and he’d be too busy focusing on not giggling

[raccooninthedaytime]

Hey Juliet how’s it going?

I’ve been doing pretty swell!! I had my birthday a few days ago and also recently produced a musical which i’m really proud of! School has been sort of busy but it’s a lot more tedious this quarter than how fun it was last quarter. So I haven’t been super active around here lately which is my B. How have YOU been, dearest?

[andy-clutterbuck]

IGN | 2015

[sunnyleech]

I think an entire day in my front yard would fix me

[cryptidfuckery]

I gotta say I scrolled back pretty far on your blog trying to find the deer skeleton frozen in ice and I could not find it. Unfollowing for false advertising. (Totally joking 😂)

It would help if I tagged stuff huh. Shame really

[sundropsaysthings]

expressing love is hard

yknow, I find it ironic how, as a writer, I often find it hard to express my love - whether it be platonic or romantic - in a written form. I'd be able to describe how the leaves of a forest glimmer and gloss in the sunlight, how the winds of fantasy worlds are so wispy and mystical that they could be its own, breathing life-form, I could describe the crushing, gnawing feeling of dread that'd sick to a protagonist's heart, and the sweet, divine smell of home once they'd finally return to those their family. But I've always found love hard. I find it hard to truly encapsulate how much I love someone in words. And it puzzled me, for a while. Because why the hell can I write these fantastical descriptions, and yet not simply be able to, coherently, tell someone how much they mean to me? I think I finally found out why - I have no idea if this is just a me thing, but I thought it was worth sharing. I think it's cause its too vast. To love someone is to hold a place for them in your heart. But as humans, our capacity to love isn't fixed - it's not a storage unit, where it can become full - it's infinite. There's a beautiful, infinite little pocket in our hearts, and we dedicate a portion of that to those closest to us. And these portions are shapeless, layered, convoluted, complex things which take up a vast amount of space within an infinite world. So for me to try and describe my love would be like an author trying to describe a lovecraftian monster (which is an odd analogy, but for some reason it works in my head??) - it'd just be impossible. And I don't think it'd be fair for me to try and describe it. It's so vast and pretty and beautiful, It wouldn't be fair for me to try and condense it down into some words, because then there's about a thousand things I'll obviously have to leave out, so then it just feels incomplete - because it IS incomplete. I will never be able to perfectly describe why each little aspect of someone's personality and their quirks and hobbies and speech and beauty makes me love them so much because there's far too many aspects with far too much depth (sometimes depth that even i don't understand, and its on a much more subconscious level.)

So I try to express my love for people in other ways. Gift-giving is a big one for me, and so is quality time with them. I dunno. I think its kinda cool how love can be something so vast and beautiful. How we, as humans, love with such purpose and passion and meaning and we can love infinitely. It gives me hope, yknow?

[dykebeckett]

please. boxes

[fractiflos]

Merry Early Christmas Gift!

I will be writing an AFO/Demon King AFO and releasing it on December 25th as per the poll results. So, here's the summary as an early gift -

Summary: Hisashi never had love on his mind. That was for those who could afford to waste time, and he couldn't if he wanted to expand his company. Then one day, his fragile little sister ends up being grievously hurt by some scoundrel, but there is no way to find the man. Not one to give up, Hisashi goes back to something he hadn't done since his younger days, when he was but a poor street orphan. He goes to the occult for answers, demanding a demon hunt the villain down. The demon agrees, for free! And as it turns out, a rich company owner has a lot in common with a creature of hell.

Extra: Yep, Yoichi is a girl to help me practice writing her before I release the Ugly Duckling AU. So, we get an early introduction of Yone. Also, this takes place in 1878, England. Victorian Era.

Anyway, one person will already be getting this for Christmas, so if anyone else wants this, just let me know.