#who knows …..

[robinante]

I hope The Locked Tomb never gets a live-action movie adaptation but I also hope that, if it ever does, they let Robert Pattinson loose on set until he freaks his way into one of the roles.

[barbaricjester]

Lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling thinking about Stanley calling his brother from a payphone and just wanting to talk, to catch up, doing his best to sound calm and casual while he's slowly bleeding out from injuries some goons gave him. Ford is confused, but answers his questions, talks about his research, and only starts to catch on when Stanley's voice becomes slurred and his responses become slower and he starts panicking and asking where Stan is. He's two states away and manages to slur out the name of a town, before Ford hears the phone clatter against the casing and a body hit the ground.

[captain-marble]

guess who’s got brainrot again!!!! that’s right it’s ya boy

[kogla]

Felt a bit nostalgic and thought of these two. I hope I'll be able to share some progress I made recently with their story!

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

"However," Ichirou said, "you are your father's son, and your father was someone to me. He is the reason I came down here myself"

"Your lack of survival instincts is supremely distressing," Riko said. "Take that look off your face before I carve it off." Neil hadn't realized he was smiling too, a cruel look he'd inherited from his father. Neil lowered his cup so Riko could get a better look at it. "I would love to see you try. You think I'm afraid of your knife? I'm the Butcher's son."

"Ichirou's smile was cold and fleeting. "Let them call you by whatever name they like. You will always be a Wesninski at heart."

I think deep down both Moriyama boys were lowkey Butcher fanboys, they bring him up alot and yes they say that he was a mere servant and yet they kind of make a big deal of Neil being his son. I think it's why Riko was so desperate to keep Nathaniel (even though he was still a rookie and at that point only had potential) to the point of getting distracted from Kevin. If the Moriyamas practiced herititary titles for their henchmen then Neil would have been the Butcher for whomever the heir was and I think Riko would have seen possession of Nathaniel as a sort of indirect acknowledgement from his dad. Ichirou was happy to smugly steal Neil right from under his stupid younger brother.

Neil was like the toy dad promised them both and that they were both fighting over.

Ichirou did not have to have Neil come up and watch him shoot his brother. I think he was gloating a little.

[soonysy]

Dau 283 is I was at the Spanish class and got really confused by teachers Spanish (I have lvl 0 in Spanish) so I decided to draw lil G

[without-any-title]

Poor killer 😔😔 he's shy

[cinamun]

I know its Thursday but there is no story update today because I posted one yesterday (ICYMI). Just went completely rogue on the posting schedule so I can't even say if we'll be back on Sunday or before then because i am chaotic like that. But love me for me.

[allthatdivides2]

my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “public transit” 😳💊 you’ll be going wherever you want for an affordable price 💯👨‍💻

me: yeah whatever i dont feel shit

5 min later: dude i swear the bus should have been here by now

random guy at the bus stop with me: the transit app is lying to us

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[z13lovebot]

you guessed it! fish delivery!

[tofublock]

glistening summer

available as print on patreon

[skeletons-eat]

Ngl joining the jedi order sounds like the ideal life to me because just imagine:

1. People regulate thier emotion and communicate to you logically. No need to understand social cues when you're an empath.

2. No pressure to marry, be in a romantic relationship and live in a nuclear household my entire life.

3. I can just?????? Help people?????? Without the extra cost of a system working me to the ground to achieve certain things????

4. No strings attached companionship and friendships? Amazing.

5. A caring and respectful community who council each other and accepts who I am as a person? Count me in.

6. Lightsaber go brrrrrrrrrr

7. Being able to do what I want career wise (Gardening, art, politics, piloting, exploring, childreering, medicine, teaching, etc.) without having to worry about money.

8. Tax fraud

[dingbatsy]

I was today years old when I learned a vixen is a fox, not a deer. But I made this already, so enjoy!!

[breadandblankets]

so i took out the trash today like the good house husband i am not, leaving behind the rank smell of long forgotten noodles and the regrets of two people with memory issues

i, like any good tumblr citizen, remember the tales of the person who put two cups of vanilla extract in their oven so i did the sensible thing to get out two Caps of extract

just then, inspiration struck. a bolt of lightning straight from the muses themselves, if i could use vanilla extract.... who's to say i couldn't use other extracts?

i scoured the cabinets, i knew my partner had secreted away some illicit non-vanilla type extracts for baking, and i found it.

hidden in the back of the cabinet was a lone bottle of mint extract

i emptied my two caps with abandon into an (oven safe) glass dish and gleefully set the oven for 300 for an hour

all that was left now was to wait for the sins of the mind to be purged by the mighty mint leaf

ten minutes in... starting to smell kinda like a thin mint

fifteen minutes in, i take a nice deep breath of lovely scented air and i am greeted by searing burning minty pain

i launch myself towards the kitchen, every step closer to mint hell, every orifice on my face burning with the freezing righteous flame of menthol

im fumbling for the oven mitt to rid my home of this foul demon, i pry the oven open and am hit with a blast unlike anything else

i feel what that vine kid taking shots of mouthwash feels, i was seared raw, my tits were blown clean off, and it was just me and that devilish beguiling minty fresh taste

quickly dumping the rest into the sink i ran towards the door, begging for the sweet sweet smell of un-minted air

learning nothing from this encounter, i dare to try once more, with the tumblr-approved extract this time

wish me luck

[the-thing-inside-your-closet]

Nothing You Can Prove

Danny wasn’t having a good time. In fact, he was having a very, very, very, very, bad time.

He was just trying to walk home with his children, his very energetic chaos inclined children, when Ellie declared that she needed to use the bathroom. So, as any responsible parent would, Danny walked with her and Dan to the nearest building that would have an open to the public restroom. And while Ellie was busy using the little girl’s room, Danny focused to ensuring Dan didn’t bite anyone. Again. The last time he drew blood and Danny couldn’t apologise enough to the punk looking guy who seemed completely bewildered by what had happened.

All Danny remembered was apologising repeatedly, turning to scold Dan about biting strangers, and the young man muttering something about some guy named Tom (or was it Tim?) And how he was never going to believe what had happened.

So, safe to say Danny was more focused on watching his child and waiting for the other one than looking at the suspicious group of men that had just walked into the restaurant.

Because of course the first building Danny saw that might have an open bathroom was a fancy upscale restaurant, and not the fast food restraint two blocks down. Ellie had said she couldn’t hold it that long.

But now, Danny had a gun to his face, and his babies hidden behind him as much as he could manage while the two of them subtly tried to shove past him so they could beat the shit out of this butthead for daring to point a weapon at their dad.

Masked thug: Hand over all of valuables! Wallet, phone, everything! Be quick and nobody gets hurt!

Danny calmly reached into his pocket, and hoped that the situation would stay as calm as possible until the city’s local heir or the police could arrive. He didn’t want to have to reveal his or his children’s powers and potentially need to flee yet another city.

Danny: Here, just take it and go.

The thugs had grabbed what they could from as many people as possibly before bolting, leaving many of the patrons upset and shaken from the encounter. Danny quickly turned to his children and vegans looking them over, fussing and making sure they were okay.

Ellie: Dad you never let the guy near us. How could we have possibly gotten hurt?

Danny: With how much trouble you two like to get into, I’m not taking any chances. Now Dan-

Dan was gone. Dan. Was. Gone. Danny felt his chest tighten and his breathing becoming harder to control. Where was his son?!

Just as Danny was about to ask a waitress who had just finished giving her statement to a police officer if she’d seen where his son ran off to, Dan reappeared beside his sister with a sharp toothed grin.

Dan: Don’t worry dad, I got your stuff back. So you don’t have to be upset now!

Danny: …What did you do.

Dan, smirking: Nothing you can prove.

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