#thems the rules

[kettle-bird]

He floats through the air with the greatest of ease...

[granjjeros]

in the name of the moon, we will punish you !

[nuzipilled]

who programmed this?

[aychama]

Or maybe I am allergic to happiness…

[ottermatopoeia]

The boops were simply a confession of undying love and lust, ephemeral and fleeting as morning dew

[stainedglass-sketchbook]

FINALLY finished these drawings of @meanbossart's DUdrow and my durge vaye (smashing them together like barbie dolls <3).

BTW this is all I can think about when I see fanart of DUdrow wrestling other tavs:

[deedala]

[rebouks]

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Tess: We shouldn’t be in here, it’s probably full of asbestos and.. lead, or whatever. Jacob: They’ll get bored soon enough. Levi: Wow, I bet you two are super fun at parties.

Aster: Ough-.. I hate dolls. Penny: Really? I always pictured you playing with them. Aster: [scoffs] If I did, they wouldn’t look like this.

Penny: Why do they all have weird wing things? Robin: Maybe they’re little agents of chaos. Aster: Eh?

Robin: Y’know-.. chaos theory? Penny: What? Levi: The butterfly effect, idiots!

Aster: Never heard of it. Robin: It’s just a phenomenon that explores how tiny changes can lead to different outcomes-.. like, a butterfly flapping its wings here n’ causing a tsunami in Sulani.

Penny: I’m not an idiot for not knowing what that is, it sounds ridiculous. Robin: It makes some sense if you think about it. Aster: Nah, yeah-.. it’s interesting.

Penny: Sure, it is. Aster: It is! [Levi snickered under his breath as he sifted through some long-forgotten boxes]

Levi: Hah-.. neat.

[robin-in-thewoods]

Even more of bagginshield.... The hyperfixation is very real

I tried experimenting with dwarf proportions in the first one but im still not completely sure ab it. Anyways, im a sucker for the coat giving trope

[15-lizards]

Westerosi-sonas are so funny like. I’m gonna input myself into the most crapsack world ever. I’m gonna reform the canon so I can imagine myself as the minor lord of a shitty keep. This is Harlan he got sent to the wall for sodomy and lost all of his toes to frostbite. Here’s Aenon he was murdered like saint Sebastian during the blackfyre rebellions. Wynnafred is a repressed lesbian married into the riverlands ofc and will fall in love with a tomboy daughter of a high lord before dying of Woman in ASOIAF Disease

[majunju]

vampire lumi nom nom

[slythereen]

god bless austria for always committing to the bit with lestappen press conference

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

wolfstarbucks (lesbian edition) // slice of life

dont ask me about a word count I wrote this on my phone in tumblr drafts 😬 few hundred words?

“They’re out of the good coffee.”

“No Bustelo?”

“No Bustelo.”

There was grumbling on the other end of the line, a few rustling noises, a murmured conversation to someone in the background, and then, “what else do they have?”

Jamie cast a glance down the length of the aisle, scanning the shelves of ground coffee. “Starbucks, Green Mountain, Dunkin, Death Wish, Lavazza…”

A few more seconds of muffled conversation, and then Sirius said, “Death Wish. The hazelnut one, if they have it.”

“M’kay.”

“And Remus is out of her chamomile. And earl gray.”

“Already on my list.”

“Can I go back to bed now?”

Jamie had left to go grocery shopping at seven that morning, and had had to unwind herself from Sirius and Remus, who made absolutely pitiful noises when their sleep-in was disrupted by the mattress wobbling and their nest of blankets being distressed. Jamie calling them less than an hour later would be strike two against her disrupting their peace. “Yeah, go back to bed.”

“Love you.”

“Love you more!”

The chipper tone earned Jamie a sleepy grunt before Sirius hung up, and she tucked her phone back in her pocket with a soft laugh.

She was done shopping by nine, her last stop being at their favorite local bakery, and then she was slipping back into the apartment with bag-laden arms. It was still quiet, the morning sun filtering in through the open windows, the bedroom door still closed from when she’d eased it shut on her way out earlier.

Earbuds in and bags unloaded, Jamie set herself to her usual Saturday morning routine. Step 1: caffeinate. Step 2: make food and caffeinated beverages for everyone else. Step 3: use said food and caffeinated beverages to coax two very sleepy girls out of bed.

She’d set out Remus’ cream horn and Sirius’ chocolate croissant on a tray alongside plates of actual food (with nutritional value, because her girls weren’t very mindful of that when left to their own devices), when she heard the soft click of the door opening over the song fading out in her ear. She pulled an earbud out and looked over her shoulder.

“Breakfast?” Remus said, voice still thick with sleep. She had a hickey that hadn’t been there when Jamie left. Her eyes were only half open behind her glasses, and the curls on one side of her head were flattened, while the other side poofed out at odd angles.

“Drinks are almost ready.” Jamie nodded to where Remus’ tea was steeping, and the coffee dripping lazily from the machine into Sirius’ mug. “Food is set, if you want it.”

“Tea first,” Remus grunted, shuffling up to the counter where Jamie stood. She accepted a quick peck on the lips before turning to squint at her mug as she wrapped an arm around Jamie’s waist. “Thank you.”

Jamie hummed, pressed another kiss to Remus’ temple, then gently slipped out of her hold to tend to Sirius’ mug, now full of chocolate hazelnut flavored coffee. Remus rummaged through the cabinets for honey, and Jamie dug Sirius’ preferred oat milk creamer out of the fridge.

“What are the odds Sirius will join us out here for breakfast?” Jamie asked. Remus snorted.

“Her highness has requested breakfast in bed.”

“Naturally.”

“And due penance for waking her up twice.”

“Of course.” Jamie cracked her jaw, and rolled her wrists absentmindedly before picking up the tray now laden with food and Sirius’ coffee mug, Remus’ mug still cradled in hand, Jamie’s own coffee long since finished. “Shall we?”

Remus cast a glance around the kitchen, then plucked a single flower out of the vase that sat on the windowsill above the sink and tossed it on the tray. “Okay.”

“Suck-up.”

“You’re the one who needs to suck up. I’m helping.”

Remus nudged the door to the bedroom open, and Jamie slid through with the tray carefully balanced on both hands. Sirius was sprawled out on her back in the middle of the bed, no shirt, in a pair of boxers that Jamie recognized as her own. She lifted her head when she heard the door, and they waited as she assessed the tray of food. She propped herself up on her elbows and narrowed her eyes before holding out a hand palm up, making a grabbing motion. “Pay up.”

[patriamrealm]

Screw it I’m drawing something for @ultimate-submas-tournament​ because why not!also I just adore @ghostypetrainer​ ‘s zoroark possession au Ingo. He’s a big fluffy guy!

Bonus:

Nobori has no clue what’s going on. He’s just vibing honestly.

[fatyote]

If you don’t vote, you don’t get to rub my belly

[flock-talk]

I made a bird enrichment Bingo card as an alternative fun way to ensure the birds are getting regular new fun enrichment!

feel free to take it for your own birds, challenge yourself and have fun!

The goal isn't to necessarily get a bingo as fast as possible since you want enrichment to last throughout the week but it can be a fun tool to remind yourself to switch things up and jumpstart your brain in to thinking of something new and fun for the day! Try to aim for a bingo a week perhaps!