#the title was very dated

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

You ever had an older relative just drop information on you super casually while you and some other younger family were having a conversation and it’s like “…what?” Everyone they told is in shock for a moment like, you never said anything about this??? And by younger I am including at least one aunt who is around 50. That whole time and you just drop the knowledge on us all because I mentioned something about a different family member

Anyway, apparently the older people in my grandparents childhood Icelandic American community were just fucking outside marriage and a man having kids with women who wasn’t his wife was totally normal and he usually claimed them like he would a kid from a marriage. Dudes were just casually fucking and having kids and it was normal to those communities. How did that never come up until I mentioned a mysterious relative on my dad’s side (which isn’t even the Icelandic side) who I was trying to help with genealogy. Old people will just say things like they expect you to know even though they didn’t say anything about it before they opened their mouths. They will go decades without telling younger family and then just casually tell the whole room like it’s the name of their childhood dog and not some random and stunning revelation

[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

Impulse, talking about Grian shaming them for playing Phasmophobia without him: 24 hours of gifs was like, h- how has he not run out of gifs yet! *laughing* That's what I kept thinking! How has he not run out of gifs to make us feel bad! He keeps finding 'em from the dark corners of the internet.

Skizz, with exactly the same tone for both sentences: Doesn't make me feel bad, I don't have a soul. Dude, I- Bro, I am having blueberries. They're the size of small apples.

[amphibianaday]

day 1421

[desultory-novice]

I get the feeling that Adeline is the most likely to get therapy.

...She'll probably need it too... (Pausing the fun times for something dreadfully serious) -

"Pieces"

-

[Apologies AU Masterpost] [Noir's Field Trip]

[reddamselette]

valgrace except it’s a scream au. the group is invited to rachel’s lake house and it’s greek myth themed so they’re all dressed up in tunics and chitons, wearing gold jewelry and eye catching makeup that gives a hint of who they went as.

they all drink and eat to celebrate the life of their fallen friend bianca and lee. the city has been on edge since the killings, no one knows who or why and by typical teenager fashion, they throw a party away from the city.

it doesn’t start kicking off until some of them are missing. will went out to his car to grab something but never came back, thalia was in the garage gathering more drinks from the cooler, percy had gone swimming but he wasn’t around either.

and it wasn’t until jason visited one of the room to change his shirt after a terrible mishap with a beer keg that he finds a ghostface mask in a bag. a bag that belongs to leo.

his heart nearly threatens to stop working when he closes the wardrobe doors to see leo standing there with his arms crossed and a head tilt.

“what’s the matter, jacey? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

[2000sanimeop]

i wanted to try out the koya pen and drawing at 100% stabilization in csp and had a really heehoo good time!

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien New SP Karma + Mind Quest Blurb

"I am waiting for you to make a move on me."

"It turns out that all my emotions have long been under your control."

Blurb under the cut!

Mind Quest: 海不再遥远 (The Ocean is No Longer Faraway)

What makes you sadder than the failure to win the award is his instinctive reaction,

After a brief separation and reunion, longing already occupies your mind first,

If weariness weighs you down on your journey, pause by your beloved's side for a moment of rest,

The warm beacon will forever light up for each other.

At the Magnolia Cup Award Ceremony, I narrowly missed the "Best Variety Show" award. However, more than missing the award, I discovered something else that made me feel even more defeated...

The tide washes over us again and again. I sink into his calm sea and see all the hidden undercurrents and waves within it.

"How can you be here?"

Maybe there's no need to ask this question, but when I see him, I can't help but want to ask, wanting to hear him say the answer himself.

"Someone kidnapped the most important thing to me, so I came to pay the ransom."

"But I didn't leave a ferry ticket."

I feel my eyes slightly heating up, making his approaching face a bit blurry.

"No ferry ticket is needed."

"It's just that... I wanted to see you so badly."

Warm fingertips caress my cheeks, tenderly tracing my eyebrows and eyes with spring-like affection.

"How have you been recently?"

Gazing at the faint shadows under his eyes, I smile honestly and sheepishly.

"Actually... not too bad."

"Being taken here and there after I came to the seaside, you don't appear in my mind very often."

"But maybe it's also because I deliberately don't think about you often, so my efforts can be more focused, and I won't feel guilty when I rest."

Lucien listens quietly, and finally smiles helplessly.

"I haven't had a very good time these past two weeks."

[sollucets]

rowan's eclipse anniversary celebration

week three: episode

[callmehere-iwillappear]

coming soon(...ish) to an ao3 account near you: the idiot's guide to blindfold chess

in the meantime, the full piece of this ^^ is on patreon!

[sieglinde-freud]

project of insanity finally done. i can play the game now

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

your hands have always held their own

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3

Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.

It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.

Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).

'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'

'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.

'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.

'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'

That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.

‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.

‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.

‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.

‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’

‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)

Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.

‘Really?’

‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’

‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.

His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.

Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.

‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.

The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.

‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’

‘You mean-’

‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.

You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.

You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’

The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.

‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’

‘After the heist,’ you promised.

Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.

The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.

You were sure this heist would be one to remember.

[dollhousemary]

“notes on religion, 2/1/07” — a kripke era dean poem for today’s “faith” prompt :)

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[apoemadaykeepsthehoesaway]

How Do I Love Thee?

-Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

I cannot woo thee as the lion his mate,

With proud parade and fierce prestige of presence;

Nor thy fleet fancy may I captivate

With pastoral attitudes in flowery pleasance;

Nor will I kneeling court thee with sedate

And comfortable plans of husbandhood;

Nor file before thee as a candidate….

I cannot woo thee as a lover would.

~

To wrest thy hand from rivals, iron-gloved,

Or cheat them by a craft, I am not clever.

But I do love thee even as Shakespeare loved,

Most gently wild, and desperately for ever,

Full-hearted, grave, and manfully in vain,

With thought, high pain, and ever vaster pain.

[kooldewd123]

you know, we're sort of in a weird spot with plza news now where it doesn't really seem like there's time left for them to properly kick off the hype cycle any time soon. they definitely want to do a big announcement for pokemon day like they do every year, and i feel like it would be awkward if we get the big plza blowout trailer just a month or two beforehand. pokemon day seems like the optimal time for them to actually start giving us more info, and having an unprecedented entire year between announcement and proper reveal is super exciting to think about after people have been spending the past few generations begging game freak to slow down.

[mariocki]

Infinite list of favourite lyrics: 226/?

The Magnetic Fields - Andrew in Drag (2012)

"A pity she does not exist,

A shame he's not a fag;

The only girl I ever loved

Was Andrew in drag.

There is no hope of love for me,

From here on I'll go stag -

The only girl I'll ever love

Is Andrew in drag.

[...]

I've always been a ladies' man

And I don't have to brag

But I become a momma's boy

For Andrew in drag.

I'd sign away my trust fund

I would even sell the Jag

If I could spend my misspent youth

With Andrew in drag..."

[hotmess-exe]

the talk with my stand-up teacher was amazing!!! i'm prob gonna be bringing up that comedy debate show a shit ton in coming months :]]]