#very chuffed about this

[parkercore-69]

LETS GO GUYS IM TEMPORARILY THE HEADER IMAGE FOR THE TROBED TAG !!

[the-lonelybarricade]

I don’t know if this has been pointed out before, but Mr. LB and I have been reading acowar and when we got to the point where it’s revealed that Nesta is Death / has death related powers, he immediately asked “does that mean Elain is supposed to be Life?”

It’s a juxtaposition I hadn’t thought about before, but the imagery seems so on the nose now that I think about Elain “the gentle grower of things” and her affinity for nature and sunlight

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Phil's/ Jamie's freckles on his chest! I've nothing profound to say about them but I love his little freckles on his chest and I feel like we all need to think about them more

Well, mission accomplished, sweet nonny, because I sure am thinking about them now! It's good. XD

And I'm don't even have any strong feelings on freckles in general? But these ones make such gorgerous and intriguing little lines, particlarly on his left pec and just under it, and it makes me think of constellations and how nice it'd be to trace them...

Mm. I'd like to imagine Keeley doing just that, actually. She's halfway draped over Jamie one evening in bed, idly running her finger over his chest, tracing the patterns as she and Jamie takes turns suggesting increasinly ridiculous names for the perceived shapes.

On Jamie's other side, leaning against the headboard with a book in his lap, Roy rolls his eyes (but fondly like) and mutters something about how being so obsessed with your own body that you name your fucking freckles is exactly the sort of shit he expects from Jamie.

”You're just jealous 'cause no one can see your freckles under that dead badger you've glued to your chest,” Jamie says smugly.

”Oi,” Keeley pokes him in the side, making him squeal a giggle with the way it tickles. ”Be nice to Roy. Or I'm calling this one 'flaccid aubergine'.”

”The fuck does that even mean?” Jamie complains, but there's no real whine in his voice, just as there was no real admonition in Keeley's, or real bite in Roy's.

”Means you should put that pretty mouth to better use and kiss me,” Keeley says, winking at Roy, and Jamie is never slow to oblige, is he? Once Keeley's had her kiss Jamie shifts slightly and reaches out to pull Roy in for one too, just for good measure, and then him and Keeley turn their attention back to the freckles.

(Roy eventually joins in, deliberatedly suggesting very, very dull names because he knows that this offends Jamie far more than any outragesly rude ones ever could.)

(Roy wouldn't ever, not even under pain of death, admit to the fact that he, too, finds it soothing to occasionally put his head on Jamie's shoulder and idly trace the freckles while Jamie pets his hair.)

(Neither Jamie nor Keeley ever calls him on it.)

[jackrussle]

Bitches be like "I hate new country" IM A RENEGADE REBEL WITH MY PEDAL TO THE FLOOR THESE BOYS DONT KNOW I AINT IN KANSAS ANYMORE 🗣🗣🗣🤺🤺👊👊👊💥💥📢📢📢📢 CUZ THE HIGHWAY TO HELL IS THE ROAD IM ON I NEED TO TURN AROUND BEFORE IM TOO FAR GONE 💥👊📢📢📢🗣🗣🗣🏇🏇🏇🏇

[gourmet-trash]

everyone has been so blessedly nice about my eldritch horror but also just a little guy mumbo fic (thank you if you're among them!!), but i don't think anything beats getting this fucking message from my friend who knows nothing about minecraft much less anything in that fucking story

adventurer eldritch horror harvey is just an incredible description of mumbo tbh. but also. because i think this is the fucking funniest part:

BRIAN WITH A G

[hella1975]

i have such a reputation that four separate people incorporated pringles into my birthday gifts. be that girl

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

How is a women’s sleeveless suit more dysphoric to wear than an actual dress??? How is it that I’m fully comfortable walking around in just a sports bra but sports bra over sleeveless suit is UNACCEPTABLE. Truly my gender feels like a black box I’m testing stimuli on WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS A PROBLEM???

[01tsubomi]

mfw i spent yeeeeears in college aaaaaagonizing about how to turn a short fanfic of mine into a full-length original work and was working on it with my professor and through all the editing became really embarrassed of the original fanfic version thinking it was immature and shallow but could also never make the rewrite work so i moved onto other projects and then today after a very long time reread both of them only to find that the original fic is concise and heartfelt with clunky execution but solid and gripping emotional beats and the novelization is overwritten self-obsessed garbo

[crazycatfaery]

Thought it was time to think of a queue pun. So hear me out:

Exequeuetive Dysfunction

[szappan]

having very amusing and elaborate daydreams all about bertie wooster getting his t shot

[bawnjourno]

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[spacealiencafe]

purchased items for the Kitchen ™

[honestlyvan]

If you don't have a credit card and/or you can't access the donation sites in your region, they also have direct donation links through PP available.

All the collected donation links are over here.

Feeling incredibly sick and angry about everything. I’ll go about my day and try to be normal and then it just ambushes me and honestly the only people keeping me sane rn are the Arabs who’ve voiced similar experiences and are staying the course and being vocal despite all the attempts to basically blame everything that’s wrong with this country on us

[zehecatl]

unironically, the two games i'm most excited for from the triple I showcase is Undermine 2 and Cat Quest 3

like. the two games circa no one actually cares about. because of course that would be what i'd be interested it LMAO

[peachesofteal]

You always told Simon you wanted a tattoo. Went on and on about how much you liked his. Your bare, unblemished virginal skin would gleam under the soft light of your bedroom, sweet and innocent just like you.

“Don’t you think? I’d look cute with one, right?” You nuzzle his neck, and he cups the back of your head, holding you there.

“Yeah sweet girl. Very cute.”

So, when Simon preps your water bottle with the sedatives, he doesn’t see an issue, and he doesn’t see an issue when he lifts it, tipping the cool liquid down your throat.

“Too much.” You smack your lips, a sleepy, blissed out smile on your face. His cum is still inside you, just now starting to leak out between your thighs in a sticky puddle.

“Just a bit more, c’mon, be good f’me.” You roll your eyes, but relent.

You’re out cold within minutes. Too lost to the darkness to hear the snap of his gloves, the buzz of the needles.

He’s chuffed to do this for you, if he’s honest. Loves knowing he’s fulfilling a mutual wish, your desires and his, mixing together to make a perfect pact. He knows you’ll love waking up to his name tattooed on the plush fat of your arse cheek.

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

Alice in Wonderland except it’s a surreal political comedy. Alice gets moved to the backwater town of Wonder on a job assignment, realize she needs to run for local elected office to actually get anything done, and quirky local political traditions quickly spiral into “Wait so you people have your own monarchy which you still uphold to this day?”