#what a Time

[glassamphibians]

do kids know about the 2016 clown phenomenon

[bizlybebo]

got hit with a wave of mutuals dsmp posting so i just wanna ask fellow americans were any of you guys there on jan 6 doomsday. and heard somebody say “they attacked the capitol” and thought they were talking about l’manburg.

cause that happened to me

[lousysharkbutt]

HEYOOO

[pangur-and-grim]

you started posting about belphegor around the same time you broke your leg and i remember thinking "wow, belph broke greer's leg" when you posted the "he's getting so strong" pics.

it's true, he was born roughly 2 weeks before I broke my leg!

so in the time it took for an entire small man to come into existence:

I managed to grow a bone glob around a fracture. roughly equivalent acts of creation.

[chaosfantasmic]

Zelda fans rn:

[brainlessbaguette]

Linktober Day 1, Mirror

So there has been no planning. I have decided on linktober this year, but I am also doing an oc one in private with friends, so this year may be of lower quality. (It absolutley is about to be of lower quality, but hopefully it'll at least be funny)

[pseudophan]

im gonna try to bag phil during TIT meet and greet i dont even care

a girl did once give dan her number at a m&g and was thoroughly convinced he would text her. so you know. always shoot your shot or whatever

[ladywaterfall]

Remember that time Hasbro made that evil queen Chrysalis pony toy but decided to print on random high frilly socks on this evil villain that clashed immensely with her cartoon image for seemingly no real reason

[talesfromthecrypts]

Shiver of the Vampires (1971) dir. Jean Rollin

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

how did you bamboozle the kids into leaving grandpa in a burning building?

We'd take the kids into a house on the fake street and get them all to sit down in the living room. As we went in, we'd tell them that they had to be quiet because grandpa was asleep upstairs and we didn't want to disturb him.

Once they were all sat down, we'd talk about fire safety, specifically smoke detectors. We talked about how many you needed, where they had to go, and how to test them. We then talked about what you should do if the smoke alarm in your house goes off, how to check if it's a real fire, what to do if there's smoke, and how to get out safely. Rule number one: make sure everyone is out!

Once they're good and distracted, uh oh! The smoke detector goes off! And how do we know its a real fire? Well, smoke starts pouring in from under the door to the next room. But it's fine, because we've just learned what to do in a fire, so they all calmly and sensibly evacuate.

And then, once they're all back outside, you say "so did we do everything we needed to do in a fire?"

And they all go "YEAH"

So you hit 'em with "But did anyone check on grandpa?"

Cue a dozen shocked and horrified faces as the upper window of the building lights up with fake flames, complete with grandpa (a mannequin wearing pyjamas) shouting for help.

WHOOPS, KIDS. YOU WANGED IT UP!! You forgot grandpa!!!

Anyway at that point we'd send a couple of kids running off to the fake payphone on the corner to call 999.

[absoloutenonsense]

Coming October 31st…

When the Trouble Comes by nonsensedarling

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 80k | Explicit

Official fic post is HERE.

The Queens Trafficking case is the biggest one of Louis’ FBI career so far; eleven reported missing girls all disappeared under a similar set of circumstances. Louis has done everything he can to try and solve this case over the last nine months... while also absolutely ruining his marriage. Harry has been co-host of Banter at Breakfast for five years now and finally has the opportunity to create his own radio show with the network. Unfortunately, it comes at a time where Harry's thoughts are consumed with his impending divorce from his (caring, loving, infuriatingly thoughtful) husband of eight years. Harry and Louis have both been willing to lose themselves in their work… but are they willing to lose each other?

Or a story of (almost) exes-to-lovers.

Chapters will post on Tuesdays of each week, starting on October 31st (20 chapters in total).

(If you would like to be notified by email when it starts posting, you can subscribe here.)

Snippet under the cut:

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With a copy of the case file in his backpack, Louis sticks his key in the door, unlocks it, and steps inside, trying to be as quiet as he can because he knows at this time of night, Harry will definitely be asleep.

Except when he shuts the door, he sees the living room light bleeding out into the hallway, a shadow moving back and forth. There’s the sound of footsteps – lots of them, very quickly. Louis stares at the light and for a brief moment panics that he’s walked into their apartment to find Harry with someone else.

He hears light murmurs. Louis leans forward, feet frozen but his ears straining, until he recognizes the murmurs as Harry singing. Louis sighs in relief. Harry isn’t with someone else. He’s singing and probably dancing in the living room, maybe with his headphones in, which is why he hasn’t stopped or popped his head out between the doorframe when Louis opened the door.

Louis isn’t going to look in. He’s going to walk right past the doorway and head straight to the guest bedroom and review the file again, and then go to sleep so he can meet Perrie early in the morning.

He isn’t going to look in.

He really doesn’t mean to look in. A motion pulls his attention in his peripheral vision and his head turns without him realizing it, then his whole body stops moving.

Harry is dancing, wireless earbuds in and a glass of deep red wine in his right hand. There’s a pink tint to his cheeks, which tells Louis that the one in his hand is at least his third. He’s wearing just his boxer briefs and one of Louis’ hoodies.

Well, it was technically Harry’s hoodie originally. It’s heather grey, worn in to just the perfect amount of softness with a faded Greenbay Packers logo on the front. The first time Louis stayed over at Harry’s, he got cold just before they were going to bed. Harry took the sweatshirt from where it was draped over the top of the closet door and passed it to him.

When Louis pulled it on… he can’t really explain it, but there, in Harry’s dreadfully small room in his four-roommate apartment, wearing a hoodie that smelled exactly like him (like he’d been wearing it all day, soaked in the scent of his shampoo and body lotion and fabric softener)... Louis had the same feeling he got when he first visited New York when he was a kid. Like he was home. Harry had agreed. “Looks better on you then it ever has on me,” he’d said with a smirk. And from then on, it was Louis’ hoodie. Harry never tried to take it back.

So the fact that his husband is wearing it now makes Louis feel all sorts of things. Before he has even a second to figure out what any one of them is, Harry opens his eyes.

“Shit fucking Christ,” he exclaims, opening his hand automatically. It’s like Louis watches in slow motion as the glass falls and breaks, shattering in so many different directions. He pulls his earbuds out quickly. “Hell, Louis, you scared the shit out of me!” he scolds.

Harry rises up onto his tiptoes, and Louis’ hand immediately goes out in front of him in a stop gesture.

“Don’t, don’t move,” Louis says. “Stay there.”

He turns quickly towards the kitchen, throwing his backpack somewhere off to the side as he rushes to grab the dustpan and broom, as well as the roll of paper towels.

“I’m coming, stay still,” Louis shouts as he starts jogging back.

He keeps his eyes on the ground as he puts one paper towel down to soak up the wine there, then balls it up so he can sweep away the shards. He does the same as he works his way towards Harry’s feet.

There’s red wine all over his toes, that’s got to be uncomfortable. Louis grabs one of the paper towels and goes to dab his feet to wipe it off.

“Stop,” Harry says. He sounds angry.

Louis glances up and sees that he looks angry. He holds his hands up in a surrendering motion, not wanting to upset him anymore.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Well don’t,” Harry spits out.

He stands up slowly. Louis doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Harry this angry with him. Even the time Louis accidentally threw out his favorite pair of boots it wasn’t like this. Louis isn’t prepared for this bitterness coming from his husband, and he didn’t think divorce brought on something like that when it wasn’t there before, at least not before they’d even filed the paperwork.

[whositmcwhatsit]

Random passer by: Who's that guy standing in that front yard with the megaphone wearing a motorcycle cap, police badge, medallion and jacket without a shirt?!

Audubon Drive resident: Oh, that's just Elvis, our friendly neighbourhood rock 'n' roll star

[agardenandlibrary]

*salutes and collapses*

[tangledinink]

repostober day whatever today is. anyway, you ever drop acid in the middle of the woods? lol me neither, that'd be CRAZYYYY...

[ilostyou]

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