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[poemsforthetmarchives]

For 034: ‘Anatomy Class‘, by Betsy Franco

The chair has arms. The clock, a face. The kites have long and twirly tails. The tacks have heads. The books have spines. The toolbox has a set of nails. Our shoes have tongues, the marbles, eyes. The wooden desk has legs and seat. The cups have lips. My watch has hands. The classroom rulers all have feet. Heads, arms hands, nails, spines, legs, feet, tails, face, lips, tongues, eyes. What a surprise! Is our classroom alive?

[livetogether--diealone]

@usergif NEW YEAR, NEW FONTS: day 1 - layer styles

font used: lovelo (found on canva) & glockenspiel (on dafont)

[writing-for-life]

Morpheus—Bilquis Evely

[probablygayattorneys]

So I was watching some of the special trials in the bonus sections of Great Ace Attorney Chronicles and this just popped into my head like a vision... or a delusion

[ask-wheatley-core]

If you could go back to earth and travel anywhere or do anything once, like a one-wish type of situation, what would it be?

Ohhh, hm... Augh, alright, alright, honestly - I'm just gonna say it - you'll love this: if I could go anywhere and do anything... I'd go to London - to see the inside of the Spice Bus. You know the one, yeah? From the movie? Spice World? This - nervous laugh - ringing any bells? At all?

Listen - the thing's a technological marvel, innit? Normal bus on the outside, right? Only the size of a bloody house on the inside! I mean - each Spice Girl practically has their own room - it's absolutely mental! Insane! Shouldn't even be possible!

.  ⋆. *�� .  ⋆ ⦿

[spotaus]

Flesh Anon again.

So like, the only thing I can imagine now due to the Nightmare and ccino addon is just pantry renovations shortly after Nim fucking dies right?

So it's just ccino taking mental notes like "Okay, this is beef. This is staying... that's... pork, right? Yeah, alright.. and this?" And he just points at human flesh and the cooks and staff have to stutter and stammer out that "Well, that uh... that's... that's uh... human flesh... the late Queen never really, um, cared about the origins, only the price and this was... this was quite expensive so she decided it was fancy.... and elegant..."

And Ccino just stands there

Absolutely motified.

Welcone back Flesh Anon! Good to have ya! And. Ohhh yeah. This is tasty 🙏

They definitely took some time to rework everything, but the kitchens were like top of the priority list because. Well. Night was always a fussy eater and now as an adult... not much has changed! So Ccino takes the time to start reorganizing like you said and they get to that point and the chefs have to explain it and. Ccino is unamused to say the least, mortified to sat the most.

He's still new to the whole managing other people thing, and he's still got that instinct to not accidentally step out of line, so he's a deer in the headlights before processing and going, "The King won't eat that, we should just... throw it out." And. I mean. Ccino's the boss here so they toss it as told. (It isn't until later that Ccino lets himself process that and get queasy about it-)

Nightmare never knows that Nim ate it or considered it a delicacy. When Night was freshly King, info like that would just add to his stressors, and he got to keep a hint of blissful ignorance <3

[therighthandofvengeance]

Lochley: What’s your password?

Zach: “Password.”

Lochley: No, what is your password?

Zack: “Password,” spelled out.

Lochley: You’re the head of security, and your password is “password”?

Zack: I don’t feel good about it, either.

[nevergavein]

[maymonroes]

all this & a mean right hook, too !

[poemsforthetmarchives]

For 044 (again): ‘Big Dreams’, by April Halprin Wayland

The scruffy house cat aches to fly— she dreams all day of wings and sky! So tonight she climbs the ladder, mounts a platform, nothing matters except to catch a thin trapeze then hold on tight with grace and ease. She swings herself by both front paws then somesaults to wild applause of kitchen mice, who, though dizzy, encourage Cat, to keep her busy.

[fragmcntdstars]

@araneorum sent [ GRIND ]:  sender  grinds  on  receivers  thigh. / hydra and lucius 🥵

"fuck," he whispers, breath catching in his throat as he tries to grab for any part of hydra that he could. lucius settles for grabbing her hair, although he doesn't grab it tight enough to make it hurt. there's enough grip that he's able to tilt her head to the side && pepper kisses there, a softness in contrast to the grip his other hand has on her waist. he's getting hard — something he hasn't accomplished in a little while. the last time he'd had any sort of intercourse had been years before, but it hadn't been anything recent. he hadn't really ... felt any urge to do anything of that nature until he'd been spending most of his time around hydra. now, they were free of any sort of outside control && he could do whatever he wanted. they could do whatever they wanted. he can feel how wet she's getting as she keeps grinding on his thigh. in the back of his mind, he knows that he's going to have to clean his pants later, but he's also itching to rid himself of his pants. he wants to rid himself of his boxers && rid hydra of her clothes so he could just take her right there.

oh.

his heart thumped even harder in his chest as he ends up moving his lips from her neck to her lips, kissing her harder than he'd ever thought imaginable. each && every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, but he'd never felt more alive. he wanted to feel each part of hydra. he wanted to feel her around him. fuck, he wanted to make her feel as amazing as she made him feel. "do you realize what you're doing to me?" he asks once he pulls back from her lips, something darkening in his gaze as he looked from her eyes to her lips before going back to her eyes again.

lucius internally steadies himself as he tries to say the words hovering on his tongue. "do you know how much i want you?"

[probablygayattorneys]

[riptozier]

@royaltyearned ( EDDIE. ) || CONT.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✘ . *. ⋆ HE'D DREAMED ABOUT ... touching him? did he catch that right? for a moment richie's brows furrowed , leaning forward and reflexively reaching to cup his ear , just to make sure he heard the other right. instead , the hand that he raised ended up reaching out to cup eddie's cheek , trying not to smirk at the blush he could visibly see spreading across pale skin. the last thing he wanted was to EMBARRASS his friend and potentially chase him away ; if he remembered correctly , it was difficult to get close to the other without alarming him or getting him to lash out or run away. at times , he reminded richie of a stray cat , often friendly and sweet but sometimes moody && skittish. still , he could feel his heart beginning to speed up in his chest , almost hammering against his sternum hearing what the other had to confess. he hoped eddie could feel just how much he made the fleeting organ jump around with the GENTLEST of touches against his chest. that smirk he chased off initially crawled back , blue gaze meeting dark brown. ❝ oh yeah ... ? well , you're always welcome to show me exactly what it is you've been dreaming about doing with me ... ❞

[kylermalloy]

I just realized you use a queue. I was really worried about your circadian rhythm for a while lmao

Yes I have a completely normal sleep schedule nothing to worry about at all nothing to sleep—I mean to see here

[ripdenbrough]

@spider-self || CONT.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✎ . *. ⋆ BILL WAS KIND. he had always been kind , someone who was open to the likes of others , despite his stubbornness. a few times he'd been told that he tended to bend over backwards , to become a doormat in some scenarios , just to avoid UPSETTING people. which was the reason he had gotten into this mess in the first place.

he was a fighter when he wanted to be , but it just so happened that he was a tad bit drunk , his reaction time rather seriously DELAYED and thus making him an easy target. he didn't want to imagine what could have happened to him had the tall , strange person not intervened. there was an odd familiarity about the way he moved , the way he spoke , that sent a shiver down his spine and uncomfortable memories filling up his mind , memories he wished he could have blocked out years ago. but at the same time , the feelings he got when watching him were NEW , this experience like something that jumped straight out of one of his mystery novels and embedded itself into the world from the pages.

but he wouldn't try and argue , wouldn't try to insist that he had it under control. because he didn't ; he was in a VULNERABLE state , and right now he didn't think there was any shame in admitting that. his kindness showed itself again as he nods to the stranger , keeping his distance but unable to deny the curiosity that welled in his gut as he looked at him.

❝ i app-ppreciate it, ❞ he stammered out , slightly SLURRED due to his intoxication. ❝ b-but i'm from around here. kn-know my way back to the town house like th-the back of my own hand. didn't e-e-expect those guys t'be out here , is all ... ❞

[therighthandofvengeance]

Delenn: what’s something you can’t get enough of?

Sheridan: time with you.

Sheridan: or were you thinking more like dinosaur chicken nuggets?

Delenn: …

Sheridan: I’d chose you over the nuggets, though. just to be clear.