#I'm sorry I didn't know the truth...

[firefly511]

[thejudeduarte]

Being a reader has corrupted me. Like, there are some things in life which I cannot truly see the same again. For example; every time I see an apple my mind immediately goes "JACKS!!" and every time I see some kind of black bird I always have to guess which crow it is. I'm like "well that one's on the roof so it has to be inej" I do it, often, it's disgusting and I can't stop 😭

[fantasticalleigh]

seeing rhea and damian's reactions to Truth's release is really making me hope we get one final TJD segment with Truth

imagine Rhea Damian Finn Dom and JD somehow all end up on a random future episode of raw or smackdown and they come across each other in the hall. and they're facing down bc old grudges really never die and a fight's about to break out. and the new judgement day members are lurking in the back ready to join in.

and then R-Truth pops up out of nowhere and asks when the party's gonna start, because he genuinely thinks there's gonna be a party. and he laments that he's still never met Tom or Nick. and everyone kind of falters and maybe R-Truth is like 'oh well nevermind, i can't stay, i got people to talk to' and before he leaves he reminds them to never forget the group motto: 'live laugh love' and everyone hesitates but he makes them repeat it and they mutter it all together. and then he brings them in for one last group hug--all of them, because R-Truth still hopes they can all get along again one day.

[turtlecleric]

Imagine.

You've been friends with Rise Leo for so long, that you can't seem to remember a time when he wasn't there teasing you with his signature smirk.

It was always jokes with him. Puns. One liners. Horrible cringe pick-up lines. You name it, he'd say it.

Word play was the game and boy did he know how to play. The dumber they were, the harder you laughed.

You always seemed to be laughing around him. It felt…nice. Just to be silly, let the weight of your world roll off your shoulders just for one moment.

You guessed why that's why it was so easy for you to fall into a habit of teasing him back. Y'all both just needed a reason to laugh.

But…you weren't laughing now.

There, he stood in front of you, with that signature smirk on his lips, telling you that he had feelings for you.

That he ALWAYS had feelings for you; he just never had the words for it until now.

You tilted your head at that, your brow narrowing in confusion as you began to rub a hand nervously over your arm.

So you did what you always did. What he would always do when it came to uncomfortable feelings.

You brushed it off with a laugh, missing the way Leo’s hands flexed at the sound.

You looked up at Leo with a shaky smirk, mirroring his own face, your eyebrow quirked teasingly.

“This is a joke right? I'm missing the punchline here. You've never cared about serious feelings like this before, so why start now?”

Leo’s eyes widened slightly, his stomach sinking as he watched you shake your head with that disbelieving and exasperated smile that he had come to love so much.

His hands slowly curled into white-knuckled fists as he watched you literally laugh away his confession.

You thought… you thought this was a joke. That he wouldn't take these real feelings seriously.

Leo’s gaze narrowed as his attention sharpened into focus on you.

Very well then.

Leo would show you just how serious he could be.

Imagine.

All of those jokes, all of that teasing, that ADHD intellect, that strategy, that charisma and charm directed solely on you.

Imagine.

Every comment, every look, interaction and touch becoming calculated, purpose driven and direct.

Focused. On. You.

Imagine.

Leo wanting to show you what serious intention looks like.

Because it was NEVER a joke when it concerned you.

~Ninja

[presidentialconfessions]

Need need need more Progressive Era content. We got the modern stuff we got the antebellum and post civil war eras but COME ON. The closest we get is people shitting on Wilson but we have history's BEST bromance we have autistic king Calvin we have wet cat hoover and WARREN

[matteoberrettini]

are you catholic? i wouldn't have said so

anon 😭😭 i'm not trying to make fun of you and i'm taking this as a compliment actually but i don't know how to tell you this... i'm literally italian 😭

but seriously, i've grown up catholic yeah, but i don't believe in god and haven't taken part in anything religious in many years. i would say i'm like culturally catholic tho. and technically still catholic to the eyes of the church bc baptism and all that

[smile-files]

isn't lying to one's parents something most teenagers do? why do i feel like literal satan whenever i do it

[catcatb0y]

The worst part about losing old friends is that you have to keep making new ones despite still holding the scars from the last.

[psychopomp-namine]

I actually have a fic idea but lc is a show that's like. you will never ever have all the information and context until the end. and I am a writer who writes best and more confidently when I have all the info and context at my fingertips. so now I'm just like 🧍‍♂️

anyway. ramble in the tags

[hide-your-bugs-away]

Thank you for the tag @unchaineddaisychain !! 🥹 VERY EXCITED TO SEE THAT THE SCOTTISH BROKEBACK DREAMS ARE COMING TO FRUITION... Donovan is highly supportive of the gays in his territory, I'm sure 👀

last song: "When the Battle is Over" by Alan Price, from a series of unreleased sessions he did with Georgie Fame from '69 to '71... he sings this one solo and I of course started assuming it's directed at a certain someone... 😔

last book: If magazine articles count, then the 25/07/1964 issue of DISC Weekly - there's an article written by Mickie Most where he talks about how the Nashville Teens had "no magic" during their first few takes of "Tobacco Road" and also about the "Baby Let Me Take You Home" recording session with the Animals where they were drinking Cokes and all started stripping down because it was getting too hot in the studio 😐😑😐 ,,lots of ideas and implications there,, especially when the lead vocalist writes about how the keyboardist would play "hot and nasty gospel" in the studio and the keyboardist likes "glittery things" and their fixation on one another when performing so gGggghghg thanks mickie

last movie: The Phantom Toolbooth (1970) AWESOME ‼️

last tv show: random clips from Captain Kangaroo my mom and I were watching for my benefit

sweet/spicy/savory: SPICY!!!! I am a certified wasabi enjoyer whenever I eat sushi now.

relationship status: single (aroace yeehaw 🤙✨️)

last thing i googled: "don't let me be misunderstood the animals 45 discogs" because I needed a full picture of the label for a shitpost I was making 😔

current obsession:

the perpetual obvious answers also spicy nacho doritios

looking forward to: MY UPCOMING ANIMAL-ART-PROJECTS!! I have two left for this year and I'll also be doing a handful for early-'65!! Then back to business as usual where I draw them being silly and funny and Alan Price Pouting because I'll need a break from those larger scale projects 😔🙏

tagging:

@angrytranspossum @gasstationwomen @hilton-valentines-hair @hilton-my-luvx @tealightwhimsy

[true-blue-sonic]

Do you remember that ask back there suggesting Gold to write stuff and publish on internet?

Because I just had the mental image of her writing a poem about Blaze, then publishing it and someday later, when Blaze is around, Amy comments to the group about a poem she found that almost seems like it was done specifically to Blaze and when she shows it, the tenrec white-pale like paper when she sees that's indeed the poem she wrote

Now that you say it, I remember! ^-^

I love the idea of Gold scribbling out hundreds of verses about lavender fur and eyes as bright as the sun on the water and royal demeanours that leave her knees weak and what-not, putting it away on her hidden account online and turning off all comments and ways for people to interact with it because she feels so awkward about it, poor thing XD I like to think people love it and that she's legit very good at writing poetry, but Gold herself is struggling with accepting that. So she just kind of becomes this enigmatic author who appears on the internet every once in a while to dump like five poems about romance that all center around someone with lavender fur, sunny eyes, and royal demeanours... and when Amy happens to stumble upon her account she's just like "Huh, interesting🤔", haha!

Though I can also imagine that Blaze sees the poem and immediately begins to think of reasons why it isn't about her, because who would she have to write love poetry about her and post it online? The one (1) love of her life doesn't even have access to current-day internet because she only uses futuristic technologies! (Gold begins heavily sweating in the background lmao) (okay but the idea here is probably that Silver just gave her an old cellphone so she could always call for someone even when in the past, and she found out it could connect to wifi and things just went from there XD)

And to make matters even worse, Gold is always nervous, so her immediately turning in a wreck on the spot probably doesn't even catch people's attention that much. But that does mean Blaze can calmly but firmly chastise Amy for making Gold flustered somehow and then take her gf away to calm her down in private :>

[mirmidones]

3.40 i woke up bc i was cold and needed to pee and now i can't fall back asleep i keep thinking of the people i accidentally ghosted. is it ghosted if there was no intent to ghost? i feel so bad and it's not even like i don't think about them i often do think "i should really reply to them... once this is over ill properly sit down and write them... " and then i don't bc something else happens and im dealing with that and the longer i leave it unanswered the more difficult it becomes because i feel so guilty and therefore want to do things properly not half assed but bc i feel so guilty a part of me also tends to avoid it even more. if i do this to you just know i'm really sorry and ill get back to you i swear

[welcometogrouchland]

Getting back into comics is fun. Minus the Getting Back Into Comics part of it all

[ask-elland-n-will]

She has been warned... several times. And after a long discussion and tough negotiations, she did it.

As you entered your room, the smell of unfamiliar perfume came to your nose again. But the sweet smell of cinnamon was quickly replaced by something vinegary.

Your bed... was full of pickles. In glass, in a box, even plushies shaped like pickles.

Pascal Doyle popped his head around the corner and stopped when he saw your face and the bed. His sister had outdone herself. Where on earth had she found pickles plushies?

"I'll... come back later" he pats you on the shoulder encouragingly and leaves you alone with the mess.

Halloween season made the Hufflepuff even more mischievous than she already was.

The first thing Will feels when he comes into the 7th-year dorm room is the familiar smell of cinnamon. It is familiar for many reasons: his favourite cinnamon bun pastries; summers of trying (and failing) to bake those the muggle way together with Allegra; the cinnamon hair oil he always for some reason detects during Potion classes.

But this particular spice is perfume Will smelled for the first time a little while ago when somebody unfamiliar broke into the boys' dorm room. Will is no stranger when it comes to dealing with people Sebastian brings in, and it has never posed a problem so long as Will got to take his daily naps and nightly sleeps. But it was one thing when he overhears other Slytherins gossip about who comes and goes, and another — hearing that not only did that person stay for an entirely too short period of time for something to happen but that it also was not a Slytherin student. Which means that somebody is breaking the rules without prior agreement with the powerhouse of the Slytherin Commons.

The visuals come into view a little later. Will startles and reaches for his wand, his eyes wide, eyeing the bed. The day of The Incident flashes before his eyes: the pickle juices, the wretched taste of the slime, the blood-chilling screeches, and the demon behind it all… One does not forget such things easily.

But then Sebastian comes to mind, his voice, his decisive actions, his protection, and the final destruction of the devil's gourd in the brilliant dance of the blue flames around them. And the mess that was Will the first few days, laying in the Hospital Wing, refusing to see anybody and trying to sleep through all the calming drought, and sheer panic he felt at the slightest of noises and touches.

And then the healing: his friends visiting and slowly building his spirit back up by reading him books, bringing in much needed homework, playing chess; Sebastian finding a perfect ward against the pickle; Wren taking care of Will in an unexpected display of solidarity and earnestness normally hidden behind the sibling-like squabbles and jokes.

Will is tense but he still smiles carefully moving closer to the bed. He and Sebastian have come a long way after that day. It is irrational to fear the vegetable. It is unproductive to avoid it and let it dictate how Will feels. The protective ward was cast on the entire dorm room a while back and Will could still feel its presence just as much as he smells something vinegary in front of him. This is just a prank. And he will find the person responsible. Where did they even FIND that many pickle-related things?

Pascal coming from behind Will startles him more than the pickles on the bed did.

"Dear Merlin, where did you come from?" Will squeaks out and breathes a sigh of relief upon realizing who is it. The other Slytherin's presence breaks the spell, the pat on the prefect's shoulder brings his spirit back to solid ground. And just like that Will is back to the present. Feeling uneasy staying in this room, Will vows to deal with the plushies sometime later, and runs after Pascal: the boy left the room suspiciously early.

"Hey, where do you think you're going? Have you seen anyone suspicious around our dorms recently?"

[love-has-a-way-ofgrowingbackward]

knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out

[fabcreature]

me: *desperately needs praise for the work i do or i will shatter from the heartache*

also me: *at least once a month cries and shatters from the heartache bc i'm convinced every single bit of praise i ever get is either a lie just to be nice, or misguided bc they don't realize i'm a fraud*