#twice facts

[corrodedparadox]

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[mothcpu]

can we see your fish man🙏

hell yeah. please do not the fish

[hinamie]

round 2 of prelim designs for @philosophiums n my lovechild of an au

first year trio

[ponydoodles]

they made pumpkin spice cupcakes!

[harlepinyo]

ALNST changed my life. true story.

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quick doodle

[khaotunq]

gif request | Anonymous asked: Can you please make a FirstKhaotung best kisses gifset?

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 131

Okay, so first of all Dan would like to say it’s not his fault. Ellie was the one to bring some unknown object into the speeder and Jazz was the one driving. Or had Sam been driving- didn’t matter! It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t the one shooting at them, he wasn’t the one to break whatever, he was not the one to open a stupid portal, and so it wasn’t his fault! 

So why is he now like, five years old, and why is the speeder crashed in some sort of corn field. Why is everyone- except for Jazz whose now like six- also like three at most?! And- oh fuck the door just opened and… okay that’s a kid. Like, nine at most. 

A kid and an adult, who he hadn’t noticed at first so again, it’s not his fault if he hissed at them and tried to hide his not-siblings behind him. It’s also not fair they’re apparently stuck to ghost speak for who knows how long, but at least they can understand the people. 

“Martha, get some blankets, it’s happened again!” 

[somerandomcockroach]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Turtle hunt gone wrong.

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[amphibianaday]

day 1421

[aroaceleovaldez]

was reminded of this: so "seaweed brain" and "wise girl" in the series are actually kind of interesting (alongside "pinecone face") for a couple of reasons.

First is that Clarisse was actually the first character to use "Wise Girl" to refer to Annabeth, to her face, and in fact uses about the same amount of times as Percy in the first series. Thalia also uses "Seaweed Brain" independently of hearing it from Annabeth during Percy's dreams in TLT and Sea of Monsters. Nico also calls Percy "Seaweed Brain" in Un Natale Mezzosangue. Fun facts.

Second is that they were originally intended as light-hearted insults - because both originate from the first book and Percy and Annabeth bickering. In Titan's Curse, Percy pretty solidly acknowledges that anybody but Annabeth calling him "seaweed brain" is an offense to him by that point (though he doesn't care when Nico does it in Un Natale Mezzosangue). We also know that Percy has tried and failed to come up with witty comebacks to those nicknames before.

Third, Rick has 4 ways of writing characters swearing - the characters being cut off (seen with Nico in TTC), the characters are described as swearing but we don't actually see their exact words (Hazel in SoN), the characters actually swear (only present in Percy's Guide To Greek Heroes when he says "ass" like five times), and the characters use a replacement term for their swear (most commonly seen in Heroes of Olympus, every time Leo says "freaking" - he is very clearly implied to be saying "fucking.")

So, based on all of that, we can actually potentially infer that "seaweed brain" and "wise girl" (and "pinecone face") are censored swears, and Annabeth and Percy are actually constantly affectionately calling each other "Dumbass" and "Smartass" (and by that logic, Percy called Thalia "shitface" or something similar one time)

anyways i just think that's funny

[hinamie]

looks at hair slicked back megu I Could Fix Him

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

this is extremely accurate i say this every time i see them

[clarkgriffon]

'cause that's just the way life goes; i push my luck, it shows thankful you don't send someone to kill me; i love you, i'm sorry

[foldingfittedsheets]

My mom has this awful friend, Cynthia. My loathing goes deep enough that I’m not even going to change her name. If she ever finds this she knows what she did.

On multiple occasions my mom asked this horrible irresponsible chicken brained woman to watch after our animals while we were away. I don’t know why once wasn’t enough, because the first failure was so spectacular that anyone in their right mind would know she couldn’t be trusted with any level of responsibility or direction following.

You might be thinking to yourself, FFS, this level of antipathy is surely unwarranted! But you’d be wrong.

To set the scene, we were living in downstairs of our house when I was about fifteen. My mom has always wanted more animals than can reasonably be kept indoors which is how we ended up with three cats. When she wanted to kick them all outside I protested, and so all three cats lived in my bedroom with no access to the rest of the house.

That really wasn’t great, so in an attempt to give them options we made a window cutout with a cat door in it to give them access to the outdoors. Looking back on this as an environmentally conscious adult it’s wretched, cats should be indoor only, but at the time I was desperate to give them some freedom because one bedroom is too small for three cats.

So my parents and I went on a week long trip to visit family out of state. We told Cynthia to come feed and water the cats, and to scoop the litter box. Most importantly, don’t lock the handle of the door, because we only have the key to the deadbolt.

I’m sure you can see where this is going.

Cynthia locked us out. We arrived home after 12 hours on the road, desperate for the comfort of our own beds. We were met with an unyielding door. With a sigh I volunteered, “I can punch in the cat door and climb in the window.”

I slipped behind the bamboo outside my window and pushed in the cutout. A horrible insidious reek wafted out at me. I paused, prickling with foreboding. But I had a job to do, and by god I’d see it through. I hefted myself up into the window and my hand immediately landed in something wet.

Skin crawling, I pulled myself up and surveyed the darkened room as a miserable odor of decay and suffering poured out of the room around me. I could see dark shapes littering the carpet and it didn’t take a genius to guess that the cats had taken up hunting in a big way during my absence.

I pulled my hand out of the pile of vomit it had landed in and dropped into my onetime bedroom turned now into a hellpit of decomposing wretchedness. I turned on the light. I wished I had not turned on the light.

My eyes scanned across the floor, tallying as they went. Two dead birds, a dead baby rabbit, five dead mice, and one dead snake. I paused on my alarm clock, perplexed to see a stain of white on it. I stepped closer and saw a furtive movement.

The tally suddenly contained also: one live bird that had shit in several places, probably in pure terror to find itself trapped in a room littered with decomposing woodland creatures, which honestly, fair. I coaxed it out the window and finished the survey with five discrete piles of vomit.

I unlocked the door and let my parents in. They exclaimed in disgust at the horrible smell. We stood together in my doorway floored by the magnitude of neglect. The unscooped litter box was a subtle footnote in the tangible reek my living space. I disposed of the parade of ecological disaster, cleaned vomit, and scooped the box after a brutally long day on the road. The cats were fine, and happy to see me. They had a huge dish or food and water so Cynthia’s neglect at least hadn’t harmed them.

Then I slept on the couch while my bedroom aired out, the windows flung wide to dispel the uneasy ghosts of the hunted. I spent the whole night cursing Cynthia’s name for this evil she’d visited upon me. When my mom asked her, "Cynthia, didn't you see the dead animals?"

Cynthia responded, "Yes, they smelled so bad, I just ran in and out as fast as I could." I fully don't believe she did any caretaking, and I'm personally of the opinion that she locked herself out on the first day and never came back.

The next day my room had returned to a habitable level of smellscape and I gratefully crawled into my bed that night. I stretched out and froze as my foot brushed something cold and wet?

The final indignity: one last dead snake, inside my very sheets.

Fucking Cynthia.